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lulublack90 · 3 months

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Prompt 23 - Perform

@jegulus-microfic January 23 Word count 762

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‘Knock-knock-knock.’ James woke to a firm banging on his bedroom door.

“Yeah?” He called out, pulling the duvet up and covering his face.

“You decent?” The kicker called through the door.

“Enough,” James groaned. The door opened.

“Fuck!” The person in the doorway groaned. “James, what the fuck are you playing at?”

James was far too dozy to deal with questions he couldn’t understand. He popped his head back out of the duvet, cracking an eye open. Peering in the general direction of the door, a tall, skinny blur appeared.

“Is that you, Remus?” He asked as his hand groped around his bedside table for his glasses. His fingers brushed against the cold metal of the frames, and he shoved them onto his face. The blurry figure instantly became clear.

Remus was shaking his head at him. “What? What have I done?” Last night was a bit of a blur. He let the flashes of memories play in his mind. Dancing with Lily, falling over Sirius, drinking far, far, far too much and—and…

He turned his head to the side so fast it gave an audible click. He froze at the sight, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

“Oh, finally remembered about me, did you?” Regulus looked like he was trying extremely hard to keep a smirk off his face. James’s eyes flashed to Remus. Who had his eyebrows raised at him, waiting for an explanation.

A thought drifted through his mind. Oh, god, did we do it?! He pulled the duvet up again, checking. He was relieved to see they both had underwear on. He turned to Regulus again, who had been covered by the duvet when James had pulled it up.

“When did I take my clothes off? I don’t remember doing it.” Regulus leaned over stage-whispering.

“You told me you were too hot and stripped down before I could blink.” James nodded. Okay, that did sound like something he would do.

“And what about you? Why are you only in your underwear?” Mischief sparkled in Regulus’s eyes. He moved closer, brushing his nose against James’s. His voice lowered, husky.

“You’re lucky I kept these on. Normally, I sleep completely butt-naked.” James collapsed into his pillow, letting out a groan.

“Can you not?” He moaned. “Remus is standing right there.”

“And he can hear you! Just be glad Sirius is still passed out, and I am the one who came to sort you out.”

James and Regulus reappeared from under the covers. Both looked sheepishly at Remus.

“Sorry, Moony.”

“Sorry, Remus.” They both apologised.

“You’d better be.” The stern look on his face turned to exasperation. “You two have to perform like none of this ever happened. Because believe me, if Sirius finds out you two ended up mostly naked in bed together after how drunk you got James. He’s going to kill you.”

“Wait, kill both of us or just James?” Regulus asked, snickering. He was having a lot more fun than he should have been.

“Well, of course, just James. He’ll probably only give you his disappointed face. You know, not share his chips with you for a week. Or something.” James looked entirely put out. Regulus reached over and mussed up his hair.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll remember you fondly.” Regulus snickered again, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“That, that right there.” Remus pointed between them. “Yeah, you can’t do that. He’ll sniff you out in a second.” Regulus turned his attention to Remus, narrowing his eyes.

“And what if we want him to find out?” He said petulantly. Remus rolled his eyes.

“Seriously. You want this to be what you tell him is the beginning of your relationship.”

“Hey, hey! Who said anything about a relationship?” Regulus threw his hands into the air as though trying to slow everything down in the room.

“So now he freaks out.” James throws his hands up as well, imitating Regulus. Regulus glared at him, and James stared right on back.

“Don’t start, James.”

“I’m not starting anything. You started with the dramatics.”

“Well, I’m sorry. But he started throwing around the big words.” He jabbed his finger in Remus’s direction. Remus hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“When you two have stopped bickering…” He stopped, raising his head to the door as it clicked open.

“James? I don’t feel very well.” Sirius padded into the bedroom to the end of the bed and looked sadly over at James. He stood and blinked a few times, taking in the scene. “Oh, what the fuck!”

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saturnznct · 2 years

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day in the life | ljn

➸ request from anon; omg i loved the day in the life of jaemin🥰🥰could you do a jeno version maybe?

➸ note; hihi thank u for the request! i have multiple im working on and this is the first one i finished hehe hope u all enjoy <3

➸ word count; 3387 words

➸ moonbyeol; aged 5, sanghoon; aged 2 weeks

➸ warning(s); a lot of breastfeeding

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Jeno wakes at five in the morning to the sound of wailing through the baby monitor. It’s only been around two hours since he heard the sound last, but it feels like he’s barely had any sleep at all, the way his body aches and his head slightly thrums in pain.

He feels you twisting and stretching beside him, getting ready to roll out of bed and tend to your two-week-old son.

‘Want me to go look at him?’ Jeno hums softly, offering to go and assess Sanghoon’s needs in exchange for your continued sleep.

‘I think he needs to be fed,’ you shake your head, already standing up and making your way to Sanghoon’s nursery. You return with him not even a minute later, tiny writhing bundle laying in your arms. Jeno watches while you get back into bed, sitting up straight against your pillows. Jeno places your breastfeeding pillow on your lap as you pull your shirt down, positioning Sanghoon so that he can easily latch to you.

‘There we go,’ you sigh, partly in discomfort, breath hitching when Jeno gently rubs circles onto the top of your breast, alleviating some of your pain.

‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’

Jeno smiles, ‘I’ll take Moonbyeol to school, then we can see if this little one’s up to maybe going on a walk? We can go for coffee or lunch.’

‘How about both?’

He laughs softly, ‘both it is.’

After around half an hour of feeding, Sanghoon finally pulls away, indicating he’s finished eating. Jeno, as per your usual routine, takes Sanghoon from you, laying him over his shoulder and patting his back. You pull your shirt back up, settling back down under the covers, and beginning to doze.

Jeno finishes burping Sanghoon, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze and taking him back into his nursery.

‘Have a little more of a nap,’ he murmurs, ‘your sister will be up soon.’

Jeno goes back to bed himself, getting just over an hours sleep before his alarm goes off. He set it to be a mild-sounding one, as well as to play relatively quietly as to not disturb anyone else. He quickly scrolls through his notifications, answering a couple of messages, before hauling himself out of bed, making his way down the corridor to Moonbyeol’s bedroom. It’s still very dark in her bedroom, curtains drawn closed. He makes his way over to Moonbyeol’s bed, where she’s still fast asleep, deep under her star patterned duvet covers. Jeno sits on the edge of her bed, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder, and shaking her body softly.

‘Moonie,’ he sings, ‘wake up angel. Time to get ready for school.’

‘Daddy,’ she mumbles, small hands coming up to rub her eyes.

‘Good morning,’ Jeno strokes her hair gently.

‘Morning,’ she sighs.

‘What would you like for breakfast?’

‘Kimchi toast.’

‘Good choice. That’s what I want too.’

Jeno grins, kissing her cheek before flicking her lamp on and leaving the room.

The toast doesn’t take very long, you already had kimchi ready in the fridge, so he just mixes it with the cream cheese to make it a spread.

‘Where’s mummy/mommy?’ Moonbyeol has wandered down to the kitchen at the smell of ready toast.

’She’s catching up on some sleep baby,’ Jeno explains, putting down the plate in front of Moonbyeol, ‘baby brother kept her awake a lot of the night.’

‘Oh,’ she takes a bite of her toast.

The two dig in, crunching sounds echoing around the room.

Once they both finish, Jeno loads the dishes into the dishwasher, before following Moonbyeol back upstairs to her bedroom to start getting her ready to go to school.

Half an hour later, Moonbyeol’s face is washed, teeth are brushed, and school uniform is on. Jeno ties the small bow on her shirt with ease, he’s had a years practice now.

‘Ready?’

Moonbyeol nods, picking up her little backpack, the sun and moon keychains clanging together.

‘Let’s go baby.’

Moonbyeol’s school isn’t that far away from the house. Jeno purposely picked an area where his children would have access to the best schools. Moonbyeol requests her favourite songs during the drive.

‘Alright, we’re here sweetheart,’ Jeno parks the car, getting out and walking around to help Moonbyeol out. He holds her little hand, ignoring the pain of leaning down, escorting his little one into the playground.

‘Have a good day Moonie,’ he kisses her, waving goodbye as she runs off to stand with her class.

When Jeno gets home, he’s greeted by the sound of your soft singing, along with the noise of the kettle boiling.

‘Hey,’ Jeno smiles fondly at the sight of you, stood in the middle of the kitchen rocking your baby boy.

‘Oh, hi,’ you grin back, ‘Hoonie woke up, but he didn’t want to feed so I’m making some tea- do you want some coffee?’

‘Would love some,’ Jeno nods through a yawn, lack of sleep suddenly catching up to him, ‘want me to take him?’

‘Can do,’ he takes the baby from you, ‘good morning Hoonie.’

Sanghoon gurgles a little at the change, but settles quite quickly.

The caffeine wakes you both up.

‘I’ll try feeding him again,’ you sink down into the sofa cushions. Thankfully this time, he feeds. You watch TV and make small talk (mostly about Sanghoon) for around twenty minutes before he finishes eating, Jeno taking him to be burped.

‘God, I need to clean up a bit before we go out,’ you sigh, taking in your appearance through your phone camera.

‘Go take a shower, I got him,’ Jeno insists, ‘I’ll get him ready to go.’

’Thanks,’ you sigh in relief at the thought of taking a shower, you can’t even think of the last time you got the luxury.

Jeno dresses Sanghoon, it’s relatively cold outside, the weather beginning to take a dip in the mid-september. He double checks the diaper bag, making sure you have enough supplies; diapers, wipes, extra clothes, breastfeeding cover, a blanket, and all other possible necessities.

While you’re drying your hair, he plays with Sanghoon, who’s laying on his baby rocker, by lightly tickling the bottom of his feet.

You emerge from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed and hair done, no makeup on, ready to go.

Jeno holds the heavy bag and you pop open the pram, placing Sanghoon inside and covering him with a blanket.

‘Ready to go?’ Jeno kisses your cheek.

‘Yeah, all set.’

The two of you walk along your street and towards the park, you pushing Sanghoon.

‘Are you alright? Are you sore anywhere?’ Jeno asks, being mindful of how this is the most physical activity you’d done after giving birth not even three weeks earlier.

‘A little, but it’s tolerable.’

‘Are you sure? We can sit down if you’re in pain and-‘

‘Jeno,’ you stop, resting a hand on his chest, ‘I’m fine. It’s been a couple of weeks and I’m not bleeding very much. And you know what all the midwives say, going on walks are great for recovery.’

‘If you say so,’ Jeno lifts a hand to squeeze yours, ‘let’s get to the cafe.’

The cafe is within the park, a cute little quaint building. You sit down, Jeno going to the counter and ordering your drinks and food while you push Sanghoon’s pram back and forth, keeping him settled.

Jeno places your drink down, laughing when you start sipping your drink before he’s even sat back down. Your food comes not long later, and you happily munch away on your toasted sandwich, well, as happily as you could while keeping an eye on your son. The hormones had you feeling quite anxious at times.

‘Please don’t start fussing,’ you murmur as you lift him out of the pram, patting his bottom a couple of times.

‘Does he need changed?’ Jeno asks.

‘Yeah, he’s a little wet,’ you stand up, grabbing the bag from underneath the pram and heading into the bathroom.

‘There you go Hoon, all clean,’ you button up his baby-grow, securing his little mittens and hat, ‘you’re being such a good boy today.’

Jeno grins when you come back to the table, holding Sanghoon in your arms.

‘Can I hold him?’ he asks, ‘I brought the wrap.’

‘You don’t have to ask,; you lean down, allowing Jeno to take Sanghoon from you.

‘Hi baby boy,’ Jeno smiles, kissing his little hand when he stretches, ‘want to walk with daddy?’

Sanghoon looks so warm and cosy laying against Jeno’s chest in the baby wrap, and Jeno loves having his son so close. He savours the moment, knowing all too well that he will soon grow up, and will be far too big for this.

You leave the cafe, you pushing the now empty pram while Jeno walks beside you holding Sanghoon in his arms, the rhythm of walking lulling him to sleep.

‘I’ll have to wake him when we get back,’ you sigh, ‘he’ll need to be fed again.’

‘He’s a little milk monster isn’t he,’ Jeno remarks, ‘your poor boobs.’

‘Tell me about it,’ you shake your head, ‘as much as I love feeding, it’ll be such a weight off when I can start pumping as well as normal feeding.’

‘I’ll be able to help you too,’ Jeno adds, ‘and I loved feeding Moonie.’

Jeno does the hard part for you once you get home. He gently massages Sanghoon’s tummy, which quickly rouses him from sleep. He naturally begins to cry, upset at the intrusion on his nap.

‘You can go back down once you’ve had some milk Hoonie,’ Jeno murmurs, ‘you need to eat.’

Sanghoon thankfully doesn’t refuse when he’s placed on your chest. Jeno cleans in the kitchen while Sanghoon feeds.

‘Jeno,’ you call softly when Sanghoon pulls away and stops trying to drink anymore.

Jeno burps Sanghoon, laughing at the volume. You follow him into the nursery, where you draw the blinds, Jeno silently rocking Sanghoon side to side, eventually lowering him down into his crib slowly. You brace yourself for the protesting cry, but it doesn’t come.

‘Good boy,’ Jeno whispers, the two of you quietly leaving the room and pulling the door half-closed.

‘Wanna help me with ironing?’ Jeno asks you softly, ‘you can sit on the sofa.’

His heart seizes as you look back at him with tired, sunken eyes. You look exhausted, but beautiful to him.

You nod just as he reaches his hand out, resting it on your cheek, before leaning in for a firm but gentle kiss.

‘What?’ you giggle, confused at his sudden affection.

‘I just love you.’

‘Love you too.’

You fold clothes as Jeno irons, and before you know it, it’s time to pick Moonbyeol up from school.

‘You gotta be quiet when you go inside Moonie,’ Jeno warns as the two approach the front door of your home, ‘baby brother might still be asleep.’

‘It’s only four o clock!’

‘Babies need lots of sleep Moonie,’ Jeno explains, opening the door as quietly as he could.

‘Mummy/mommy!’ Moonbyeol runs towards where you’re sitting on the sofa, coming to a stop when she notices the bundle in your arms.

‘Hi sweetheart, how was school?’ you ask her.

‘Good, I had fun,’ Moonbyeol mumbles, ‘what’s Hoonie doing?’

‘He’s drinking some milk Moonbyeol,’ you explain, ‘he needs milk to grow bigger, so he can grow up to be as big as you!’

‘Grandma says milk is good for my bones,’ Moonbyeol adds, referring to Jeno’s mother.

‘She’s right, makes them much stronger.’

Moonbyeol thinks for a moment, before pointing at your chest, ‘but why does he drink milk from there?’

‘Hey Moonie,’ Jeno sings, ‘speaking of milk, I think there may be some strawberry milk with our names on it in the fridge.’

‘Really?’ Moonbyeol gasps, bouncing on her feet before racing into the kitchen with her dad.

You just smile, ‘your daddy is getting good at distractions Hoonie.’

Once the excitement from the strawberry milk dies down, Moonbyeol joins you in the living room, curling up on the sofa beside you, full attention on the episodes of Pororo and Robocar Poli playing on the television. Sanghoon stays in his newborn swing, the repetitive rotation eventually lulling him back to sleep, after which Jeno moves him into a moses basket nearby. You’re so tired that you unintentionally also fall asleep against the arm of the sofa.

‘Daddy,’ Moonbyeol chirps up after an episode finishes.

‘Yeah Moonie?’ Jeno looks up from the now ironed washing he’s sorting into piles.

‘Can we go and play in my room?’

Jeno gives Moonbyeol a dejected smile, ‘we can’t Moonie, I have to stay here and watch Sanghoon.’

‘You always watch Sanghoon,’ Moonbyeol huffs, ‘why?’

‘Come here,’ Jeno holds his hands out, which Moonbyeol walks over to take, ‘you’re a big girl, you know that, right?’

Moonbyeol nods.

‘Well Sanghoon’s only little, he’s not as clever or strong like you, so he needs mummy/mommy and daddy around him all the time. It’s not because we don’t want to play with you or we love Hoonie more, Hoonie just needs us to do most things for him.’

‘But mummy/mommy’s here with Hoonie.’

‘Mummy/mommy’s asleep too, and mummy/mommy works really hard to look after Sanghoon, so she deserves the sleep she’s getting now.’

‘Okay,’ Moonbyeol nods, ‘it’s because I’m a big girl.’

‘Exactly!’ Jeno smiles, his eye-smile coming out, ‘come here.’

He hugs Moonbyeol tightly, ‘don’t forget that I love you, Moonie.’

‘Love you too Daddy.’

‘Now, do you want to help daddy make dinner?’

Thankfully due to the layout of your house, Jeno can see you and Sanghoon from the kitchen as he prepares the Japchae for dinner. Jeno keeps Moonbyeol busy by supervising her washing carrots and peppers, away from the heat of the hob. When the food is a few minutes away from being ready, Jeno suggests that Moonbyeol goes to wake you up.

‘Mummy/mommy,’ she shakes you gently, ‘dinner’s nearly finished.’

‘Oh,’ you murmur, eventually getting up and moving Sanghoon into the crib in his nursery where you can watch him from the monitor.

‘Smells so good,’ you mumble into Jeno’s back as you give him a back-hug, ‘thanks for letting me sleep a little.’

‘Hm, you deserved some rest,’ he nods, beginning to dish out the japchae into separate bowls for you all.

You and Jeno listen to Moonbyeol as she tells you all about the games she played at breaktime and the entire plot of the book that was read at story time.

The dishes thankfully can be put straight in the dishwasher.

‘Bath time, Moonie,’ Jeno announces, much to Moonbyeol’s delight. Jeno was always thankful to have a child who loved being bathed. She didn’t love the actual act of having her hair washed, but loved the play. Jeno quite enjoyed it too, he found it to be a great form of bonding with both of the children.

Sanghoon begins crying again while the bath is running, so you go and tend to him.

‘Mama,’ Moonbyeol drawls as she runs into your bedroom, hair slightly damp from being towel dried by Jeno.

‘Careful of mummy/mommy!’ Jeno runs in behind her, clearly struggling to keep up.

Moonbyeol doesn’t even need to be told, already coming to a stop next to your bed and peering over in curiosity.

‘You can sit next to me,’ you tell her, patting the empty space beside you. She crawls onto the bed, sidling up beside you as close as she could get. Jeno gets on the bed beside her, so that she’s sandwiched between you.

‘Is he hungry again?’ Moonbyeol asks, squirming a little when Jeno wraps an arm around her and pinches her sides lightly.

‘Yes, Sanghoon gets hungry a lot,’ you explain, ‘he eats maybe eight times a day.’

‘That’s a lot.’

‘Yeah, so he takes up a lot of mummy/mommy’s time, huh?’

‘Yeah…’ Moonbyeol pouts, ‘but daddy says its because he needs to grow up.’

‘Daddy’s right,’ you nod, sending a smile to Jeno, who is affectionately scratching Moonbyeol’s head, ‘it’s not because I don’t want to be with you, it’s just Hoonie needs me more, since you’re such a big girl.’

‘I know.’

‘We’ll do something nice this weekend when we go out with grandma and grandad,’ you promise, knowing there would likely be a prolonged period of time where Jeno’s mother would want the baby and you could give Moonbyeol some attention.

‘Okay,’ she smiles.

‘Hey Moonie, wanna hear Sanghoon burp?’ Jeno says as he notices Sanghoon pulling away.

‘Yeah,’ she grins as Jeno takes the baby from you.

Moonbyeol giggles maniacally when Sanghoon loudly burps.

‘I think it’s your bedtime, princess,’ Jeno announces as she calms down, prompting her to whine loudly.

‘Say goodnight to mama.’

Moonbyeol slumps her shoulders, but trudges over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing your cheek.

‘Goodnight mummy/mommy, love you.’

‘I love you too Moonie. Goodnight.’

Jeno gives Sanghoon back to you before leading Moonbyeol out of your bedroom and to the bathroom so she can brush her teeth.

‘What colour do you want tonight?’ Jeno asks, referring to her nightlight that creates stars of various colours.

‘Pink,’ Moonbyeol mumbles, and so Jeno presses the button for pink stars, that instantly project onto the ceiling above.

‘Goodnight Moonie,’ Jeno leans down to kiss her forehead, ‘see you in the morning.’

‘Night daddy.’

When Jeno returns to your bedroom, you’re still laying with Sanghoon, who’s resting on your chest on his stomach, happily dozing through a milk coma.

Jeno returns to his side of the bed, eyes never leaving Sanghoon.

‘He’s so chilled,’ you lay a hand on his back, rubbing up and down gently.

‘He’s perfect,’ Jeno sighs, allowing himself to relax and settle into the mattress.

‘Mmh,’ you hum, using a spare hand to run a hand through his long black hair, ‘so are you.’

Jeno becomes shy, burying his face into the mattress, ‘that was cringey.’

‘Maybe, but it’s true,’ you smile, ‘you helped me so much with Moonie today. Just want you to know how much I appreciate you.’

‘Sometimes I feel a bit helpless when it comes to Sanghoon, I mean he’s a newborn, you’re his mother, you need each other. So I’m just trying to help you ease that burden a bit.’

‘I’ll… we’ll be okay.’

‘Always,’ he smiles, lifting his head and kissing your bare shoulder.

You yawn, stretching your legs and shoulders a little, trying to keep yourself awake. Jeno rolls over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow.

‘Can I cuddle him?’

You grin at his innocent request, nodding and helping him with the handover.

The television plays quietly in the background as you watch them. Seeing Jeno like this always made your heart race, how attractive he looked in his white t-shirt and sweatpants, tiny baby on his chest. The sight always reminded you of how much you loved him, how much he does for your family, and how much you love what you’ve created together.

You wordlessly snuggle into his side, and Jeno throws his free arm around you, kissing your forehead.

You watch television together for around an hour or two, you falling asleep not long before Sanghoon fills his diaper (typical, Jeno thinks), and when Jeno returns, he places Sanghoon in his bed-side crib. Although he’s tired, he still deems it too early to sleep, so he scrolls through his phone, answering various work related messages and texts from members expressing their jealousy over his paternity leave. He slips out of the room after a while, taking the fastest shower he possibly can before brushing his teeth, as well as grabbing two glasses of water from the kitchen (you often wake up thirsty) and returning to bed, where you and the baby are thankfully still peacefully asleep.

‘Goodnight,’ Jeno kisses your cheek, although you don’t respond. He falls asleep with you in his arms.

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loop-deloo · 1 year

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With my whole heart

not my fav because the transitions feel a bit awkward but that’s alright

CW for nightmare and references to child abuse, some descriptions of injuries? and a lot of worrying/panic

for prompt: “heart” @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius lays on the bed recently christened his by Effie. He’s still a bit beat up but mostly he’s just tired, and conflicted. James is next to him—he’s had a hard time leaving Sirius’ side. James’ breaths lift his back up in a familiar way, his face smushed against the pillow. His hand reaches out to his brother in sleep. Peter is curled on his side against James.

Sirius’ breathing is slightly shallow but steady under Remus’ hand.

He hasn’t slept since he got the floo call from James two nights ago. Too nervous that something would happen and Sirius would be alone. Remus was never going to let him be alone again.

Remus was exhausted, but he couldn’t leave Sirius alone.

His worrying, which was picking up is pushed to the side when he notices that the heartbeats under his palm are getting erratic.

“Sirius?” he questions, with a light rub to avoid the purple and yellow under the bandage on Sirius’ chest. He only saw them once yesterday but they were burned in his memory.

The heartbeats didn’t slow and now Sirius twitched, pulling a hand into his chest and curling away from where he head rested on Remus’ arm.

“Sirius,” Remus tries again, “baby, please.”

He doesn’t want to shake him and risk aggravating the cuts on his back.

“Siri,” he knows how desperate he sounds but sue him he is and now Sirius’ face is screwed up in pain and fear. Remus hates when his face looks like that.

James stirs on Sirius’ other side which is a testament to how worried he’s been because that boy sleeps like the dead.

“S’ris?” he mumbles, lifting his head and trying to pat Sirius’ arm which he finds is not where he left it on the bed. James looks to Remus and starts to sit up, “whas wrong?”

Remus is practically frantic at this point, “he won’t wake up, he’s having a nightmare and he won’t wake up. James, he won’t wake up.”

“Ok, ok,” James soothes, “ok, Remus, I know but let’s take a quick breath ok, we can’t help him if we’re freaking out too.” He reaches over to rub a hand down Remus arm.

“Ok.” Remus takes a breath and nods, “Ok, what do we do.”

James will never fail to be impressed by his friends ability to adapt to a situation as if he was born for it.

He reaches down to smooth some now-damp hair from his brothers face, carefully avoiding the scabbing cut that runs through his eyebrow and down his temple. “Sirius?”

The only response is a soft moan and pinched eyebrows.

James hears a racing heart heavy in his ears and he has no idea whose it is.

Remus breathes hard and smooths his hand over Sirius’ chest once more. For no reason that either of them can see this is what works. Sirius coughs and his eyes flash open. He closes them immediately and lets out what could only be described as a whimper. Remus’ face shows the heartbreak clearer than any words could.

“Pads,” James says, “Pads can you hear me?”

Sirius lets out a small sound.

“Padfoot, you’re safe.” James continues, “you’re at my house and you’re safe”

By this point, Remus realises that Peter has sat up and is just carefully watching with a small hand on James shoulder.

Sirius carefully opens his eyes, “Moony? Prongs?”

Remus practically sighs out, “We’re here, you’re safe, we’re here.”

Sirius curls into Remus, mindless of his bruises. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Don’t be silly,” Remus says through the tears tracking their course down his cheeks. He kisses Sirius’ forehead. “Don’t be silly, we love you, we’re here, you’re safe.”

James keeps his hand steady on Sirius’ and Peter reaches to join the hold. Sirius relaxes, “You’re here? You’re staying?”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Remus says firmly.

“I love you,” Sirius says, “With my whole heart and even more.”

read part 2 here

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #james potter #nightmare #heart

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propheciesanddreams · 1 year

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A Bit of Accidental Magic

Day 5 of December Drabbles!

Today’s is short, I felt like writing from toddler!Harry’s POV, which is actually really difficult haha. Short descriptions, lots of raw feelings, but this was very fun to write and the point of this month is to be creative.

Today was a good day. It was a day when both his Papa and his Dada were home. They told him last night before bed that they would both be here today. That meant they could go to the park or the library or maybe even the beach though they hadn’t been to the beach in a long, long time. Dada said it was too cold every time he asked but it didn’t feel that cold to Harry.

He lay in his bed staring at the light across the room. This was the most boring part of the day. He stared and stared and finally the light turned green.

He jumped out of bed and the door in front of him opened without him even touching it. Sometimes the door did that, he didn’t know why. He walked across the hall to his parents bedroom and turned the doorknob quietly. They were both in the bed, sleeping. Grown ups spent so much time sleeping, why would they do that when today was an exciting day.

Harry crawled up the side of the bed and over his Papa’s legs then up to the pillows so that he could get under the blankets with them.

“Wake up Papa.” He whispered. “Papa, Papa, wake up.”

“James, your son is awake.” His Papa groaned.

“Go back to sleep, Harry. It’s still early.” His Dada instructed.

“Nu uh. Light’s green. That means time to wake up.” Harry argued back.

“It can’t be green, it’s…” his Dada stopped talking and rolled over. “Hare bear, it's four thirty. Your light isn’t green.”

“Uh huh. It turned green. I was looking at it and it turned green.” Harry insisted. Grown ups didn’t always believe him. It was very confusing.

“Harry, what have we said about lying?” His Papa had his mean voice on. Harry knew about lies. This wasn’t a lie.

“Not lying, it turned green!” He yelled. He felt like he was going to start crying.

“Alright, let’s go on back to your room.” His Dada got up out of bed. Now Harry did start to cry. They were supposed to go to the park or maybe see Uncle Moony and Padfoot and baby Teddy. He didn’t want to go back to bed. His Dada held his hand across the hall and when they walked through the door, Harry pointed up at his light.

“See!” He screamed through his tears.

“Shit.” Harry stopped crying. That was one of the words he wasn’t supposed to say at school but he could say at home if he used it right. “Alright, come on Harry. Let’s go lay down in the big bed for a bit.”

They crossed the hall one more time and his Dada picked him up into the bed.

“Back again?” His Papa grumbled into the pillow.

“I think Harry has been doing some magic. He changed his light to green.” Harry didn’t understand, he didn’t change his light, the light changed by itself like it always did.

“No!” His Papa lifted his head up off the pillow. He looked very happy, Harry loved when he smiled like that, especially at him. “Harry, that’s so exciting!”

Harry still didn’t understand. He hadn’t done anything but his parents seemed really, really happy about it.

“It’s still too early, so how about we all try to get a little more sleep and then what do you say to pancakes for breakfast?” His Dada offered. Harry loved pancakes, now he didn’t want to sleep at all, he wanted them now!

“With chocolate chips?” He asked.

“Absolutely.”

“But only if you sleep a little more.” His Papa added.

“Not tired.” Harry groaned.

“We know. How about you try and if you still can’t sleep when my clock shows five, zero, zero, then we can go down and make pancakes?”

“Ok.” Harry agreed reluctantly. At least he didn’t have to go back to his room. His Papa opened up his arms and Harry snuggled into them. He liked snuggles with his Papa. Maybe he would close his eyes for a little bit but not too long because he wanted pancakes and the park and maybe the beach. Yet before he knew it, he was asleep again.

#december drabbles #25 days of writing #25 days of ficmas #toddler!harry #jegulus parents

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 2 years

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Regulus walked into the party and before he could "appreciate" the hormonal teenagers dancing and eating their faces off, a pair of arms immediately wrapped him up.

Regulus let out a groan.

"My little brother! YEEES! My little brother is here..."

As Sirius giggled, he hang from Regulus' neck because his weight failed him. If it wasn't for Regulus, he would have dropped to the floor.

Sirius was drunk.

"Oh Sirius, please..." Remus took him by the waist and Sirius clinched from Remus' neck instead.

"Moony.... Reggie is here..." Sirius managed to say "Baby Reggieeeee"

"I am not a baby, Sirius"

Regulus hated when people called him baby. He was almost seventeen. So he rolled his eyes.

"Hey Reg"

"Hey Remus"

"I told him not to drink tonight" Remus explained as he tried to keep Sirius steady "It's like he is doing this on purpose. Just to get attention"

Remus sounded angry but concerned. Like a father would be.

Regulus didn't know what to say. He instead looked around seeing how people around him were having fun.

"Would you take him to our dorm upstairs please?" Remus begged "I will get him some water"

Regulus saw Sirius laughing and humming the song that was playing. He looked happy and relaxed but Regulus didn't want to deal with him.

"Of course" But he had to.

Sirius was heavy as a dead body. So Regulus in his skinny form tried to take his brother upstairs. He didn't see any of Sirius' friends. Where were them when he needed them?

Regulus was sweating and groaning as he dropped Sirius on someone's bed. He wasn't sure if it was Sirius' bed but who cares? Regulus was not moving him anymore.

"Reeeggieee" Sirius hummed with his eyes closed. He was smiling.

"You're a twat, Sirius"

Sirius must've been the older brother but he sometimes acted like a five year old child. So immature.

Sirius didn't move again. Regulus thought he was sleeping and wondered if he could leave now. But then Sirius spoke again.

"This is the end... Everything is ending soon"

Regulus didn't know what to believe. Perhaps he was talking nonsense. So he sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"My friends.... Moony... Everyone is going to leave me"

It sounded like Sirius was crying but it was too dark to check. And Regulus was a chicken to turn on the lights.

"School relationships never last..." Sirius continued. He was graduating soon and he was scared of leaving Hogwarts. Or so he had told Regulus.

"That's what mother said..."

"Mother" Regulus whispered, as if calling her was going to summon her or something.

Sirius nodded, hugging the pillow next to him.

"She said that no one was going to love me. The real me, Reggie...." Sirius let out a sob "They are all gonna leave me. One by one... Just like mother and father... Just like like Andy. Just like Alphard...." sniff sniff "Just like you..."

Regulus was static now. If only Sirius knew how much Regulus still cared. Regulus missed Sirius. Regulus wanted him back. Regulus thought about him everyday. Regulus loved him.

And now he was worried. So worried that he wanted to cry.

"I'm sorry"

Regulus wasn't as brave as Sirius was. He was so afraid to disappoint his parents. Or he was scared of them.

Remus came into the room and Regulus looked away, swallowing his tears.

"Okay, love" Remus smiled at Sirius as if was little kid. He sat on the bed next to him "Drink this"

Sirius groaned and moved to hug Remus' waist.

"Moooony!"

"Aha.."

"Lov'u"

Remus smiled "Love you too" he kissed Sirius' head.

Regulus wished Remus would not break Sirius' heart.

"I..." Regulus cleared his throat "I should probably go"

"Amm... Okay" Remus smiled "Thanks for helping me"

Regulus walked to the door.

"You're welcome"

"He cares a lot about you, you know?"

Regulus stopped before opening the door. But he didn't turn.

"I care about him too" he said before exiting the dorm.

#marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar

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kellyurban18 · 1 year

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Chapter Fourteen

**THIS CHAPTER MENTIONS PAST ABORTION TALK LOOK FOR THE ***** BEFORE THE MENTION OF IT******

Since the first night Sirius and Remus went to bed with Harry, each one taking a turn in the middle. When Rems was in the middle, he slept on his back with his mates curled into his side like the first night. If it was Sirius in the middle then Remus plastered himself against his back and Harry curled into his front with Remus’ arm around them. If Harry was in the middle one of his mates became the little spoon or slept on their back with his leg on top of them and the other became the big spoon.

Sirius didn’t like to sleep without touching one of his mates, Remus had to be touching both of them, and Harry had to be able to smell their scents.

All in all it worked out just fine.

Monday morning, the day of the full moon, Sirius woke up not as warm as he gotten used to with two wolf mates in his bed who were personal furnaces. Despite the cooling charms on the comforter Sirius usually woke up on the side of too warm, but not yet sweating. Feeling the cold air against his bare shoulders, he rolled over and noticed Remus was on the opposite side of the bed where Harry had been last night.

Frowning, he sat up and looked around the room now noticing the comforter was different than what it had been when they fell asleep as well.

“Moony.” Sirius said pushing his hand into Remus to wake him, his husband grunted, but narrowed his eyes at him.

“What?” Remus grumbled

“Can you smell Harry?” Sirius asked, looking around noticing the bathroom door was closed, but no light was under the gap.

“What?” Remus asked again though he was more awake now as he sat up and looked around the room as well, “No, maybe he’s in the sitting room.” Just as he spoke the door opened and they turned to see James poking his head into the room.

“Harry said you two might wake up soon.” James said

“Is Harry okay?” Remus asked

“He had to leave about an hour ago, his heat was getting closer. Said something about not wanting to risk it coming during the Full Moon by staying around you two too much longer. He took like four comforters and ten pillows though. I think. I’m not sure I didn’t count, but it was a lot.”

“Did he seem okay when he left?” Sirius asked

“Yeah he was fine. I promised Henry I would stop by their place every day to check on Harry, but Harry says he’ll be fine. He’ll send a message when he starts his heat and when he gets over it. He also gave me a list of things to do like reschedule his NEWTs for next week and contact his school to get his work for him. He looked a little…overwhelmed and maybe a little sweaty, but he seemed okay otherwise.”

“You’ll check on him?” Remus asked

“Yes.”

“Every day?”

“Everyday.” Remus nodded though he didn’t look reassured at all, “he said you might react this way so instead of me being the middleman I gave him my mirror.”

“You gave him your mirror?” Sirius asked surprised as he tossed the comforter off and went to his satchel. Call it childish, but talking to James through the mirror while supervising detentions was their favorite pastime.

“With some ground rules.” James said, “I am taking your mirror and hiding it until Harry gives me the all clear message. I know you two wouldn’t intentionally contact him, but you might accidentally and Harry said he might try to contact you during his heat since it would likely be within reach.”

“Completely fair and understandable.” Remus said

“He’s probably sleeping, he looked pretty tired when he left after giving me a thirty minute lecture about nests and heats and why I shouldn’t try to find him and everything else I needed to know before he left. I’m going to catch a few more hours of sleep now that I’ve told you two what you needed to know, you should too. Full Moon tonight after all. Goodnight.”

“Night.” Remus and Sirius said, Sirius pulling out the mirror from his bag as James left, closing the door behind them. Sirius came to the bed and sat beside Remus against the headboard as he activated the mirror. It took only ten seconds, not that Remus was counting, before Harry answered. Harry was laying down when he answered, a small smile spreading his lips.

“I’m not surprised you woke up so soon. Honestly you guys slept longer than I thought you would.” Harry said in a way of greeting them.

“Sirius actually woke me up.” Remus said as he wrapped his arm around Sirius’ waist.

“I woke up cold and Remus was on the other side of the bed. I’m never cold in bed so I knew something was wrong.”

“Sorry. Heats on Full Moons are…different. I’ve had two of them during a Full Moon and…it’s hard to explain. I’ve heard Ruts are like that too, that the Moon changes it.” Harry said, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of his heat on the Full Moon, “And I wanted to get to my nest and make sure everything was stocked. Snacks, Water, Lube. You know the essentials.”

“Magically conjured lube exists, you know.” Sirius said but Harry shook his head.

“It um….it reacts with my scars and it also reacts with an Omega’s slick actually. So that isn’t an option for me.”

“That's…good to know for the future.” Sirius said

“How are you feeling?” Remus asked, steering the conversation away from that topic.

“Warm…a little lonely being by myself. I’m usually not alone during my heats….I mean I’m alone in my nest of course, but there’s always someone I can smell in the house. Makes me feel..safer I guess. More at ease. If an Omega doesn’t feel safe when their heat comes it can cause problems….make their heat into something different. But I’ll be fine. It’s not my first time being alone, it just doesn’t happen often.”

“Couldn’t you have spent your heat here at Hogwarts? Like Remus did his rut?” Sirius asked

“No…Omegas need a nest. A nest is private and hidden most of the time, that’s why it makes us feel so safe. There are temporary nests, usually made in a bed for when heats come on unexpectedly or when it’s an emergency, but the mates usually stay with the Omega for those. I have this nest and I’ll probably build one at the family manor too eventually, if I spend time there that is.”

“We can tell James to go to your place and sleep there.” Remus offered, but Harry shook his head

“No, I’m fine really.”

“If you’re sure. If you need anything let us know okay?” Harry nodded as he nuzzled into a pillow he was hugging, “Go to sleep you look tired.”

“I got used to sleeping beside my mates I guess. It’s why I took so many things with your scents on them, it’s helping, but it’s not like the real thing.”

“Well we’re right here. Just pretend we’re laying beside you.” Sirius said as he and Remus settled into bed together adjusting the mirror so it laid beside them, Harry smiled as he too adjusted his own mirror to lay beside him.

“Still not the same, but it’ll have to do.” Harry fell asleep first, they stayed on long enough to make sure he was in a deep sleep before they disconnected and laid the mirror down on the nightstand.

“I suppose we should move into our bedroom again now that Harry is gone.” Sirius said

“Yeah, But not right now. We have two hours before we have to wake up again, let’s just sleep while we can.”

“Charlie, stay after will you?” James asked as the class began to pack up, Charlie nodded and when the last student left the room he came over to the desk.

“How’s Remus?” Charlie asked

“He’s fine. That’s not why I asked you to stay behind. You asked me to tell you when Harry left and I wanted to tell you he left in the middle of the night. Like one or two this morning. Are you two…fighting about something?”

“No, of course not. Why?”

“Why did you want to know when he left?”

“Oh I wanted to talk to mom.”

“...And you couldn’t do that while he was here?” James asked confused

“I could.”

James waited for Charlie to elaborate, but when it became clear he wouldn’t he spoke again.

“I’m not following.”

“Don’t worry about it dad. I’ll see you later, okay?” James stared after Charlie as he left the room leaving James alone and confused. Shaking his head James decided to go ask Sirius if Charlie had said anything to him or Remus, but when he got to Sirius’ office he found his two best friends occupied with talking to the mirror and grading papers. Harry’s voice filled the room so instead James turned around and decided to ask them later.

“You guys go ahead without me. I want to talk to my mom.” Charlie said looking at Ron and Hermione who nodded.

“We’ll see you later, mate.” Ron said before walking out of the classroom with Hermione.

“What do you need, Charlie?” Lily asked with a soft smile as she looked over her son, “You feel up for lunch with your sister and I tomorrow?”

“Why? So you can not show up then too?” Charlie asked folding his arms, Lily stopped putting her papers into her bag for a second, tensing, but then she continued.

“Charlie I can explain.”

“I’m not really interested in an explanation that took you two weeks to think of.” Charlie snapped watching his mother straighten with a hard look on her face.

‘That is enough Charlie. I am your mother, you do not speak to me like that.”

“So I have to show you respect, but you don’t have to show us enough respect to tell us something came up or that you need to reschedule? You can just make us sit there for hours waiting for you before finally just giving up?”

“Something came up.”

“You mean Snape? Again? Let me guess something to do with a potion you both are working on and by working on you really mean you stand there and let him do all the work so you can use him as an excuse whenever it suits you.”

“I’ll have you know I do most of the theoretical work and I’m the one who contacts the werewolves. And it’s Professor Snape to you for one more year. These potions are important.”

“Yeah…I got that message loud and clear two weeks ago.” Charlie said bitterly, turning away from his mother to look at one of the posters on the wall about electricity.

“Charlie-”

“You know I defended you.” Charlie interrupted, turning to her, eyes shining, “I defended you in my head over the years, made up excuses, made dad seem like he was too emotional or overreacting at times. I made Sirius and Remus into the bad guys for giving you the cold shoulder when you forgot yours and dad’s anniversary dinner two years ago. I defended you over and over again. I believed that your potions were more important, that all of your excuses were more than just that. I defended you even as you were an hour late. Kept telling Harry you’d come, but you didn’t. You didn’t even try to see him these past two weeks. Why?”

Lily opened her mouth, but nothing came out as she stood there. Charlie stared at her for a minute, waiting.

“I told you-”

“I don’t want excuses.” Charlie said, “I want an explanation. Why? Why didn’t you just try?”

It was silent for a minute before Lily spoke in a soft voice that didn’t waver with emotion.

“I don’t know.”

Staring at her in a new light Charlie shook his head looking away.

“Well as far as I’m concerned until you actually make an effort with Harry, I’m not making an effort with you.” Charlie told her as he grabbed his things then he headed to the door, stopping as he pulled it open, “For the record, I saw Snape in Hogsmeade that day so I know you weren’t with him.”

“Charlie-”

He didn’t stay long enough to hear the rest, he could probably recite the apology speech word for word anyway. Instead he went back to the Common Room where he sat with his friends and started his homework to distract himself.

*****

A few days later, James was sitting in the wingback chair in Henry’s living room watching him as he changed the color of the sofa model.

“Just pick a color.” James said

“Just because you can’t tell the difference between a Hunter Green and a Forest Green does not mean I can’t.” Henry told him tilting his head

“What’s wrong with the couch that you have?”

“There’s a tear in one of the cushions.”

“So just flip the cushion.” James told him getting an incredulous look from Henry.

“Flip the cushion? No. Might as well just redecorate the entire living area while I have a reason to do so. You straights just don’t understand.” Henry turned away from James with a wave of his hand, “You know if I change the wood tones to a darker color and get the velvet tufted green sofa instead with those brown leather Lawson Chairs or Armchairs in the catalog-”

James laid his head against the chair with a groan. He didn’t even know how this came to be, he had come over to check on Harry since Henry hadn’t shown up yet only to find the man shirtless in the kitchen making breakfast. One thing led to another and James ended up eating breakfast with him and listening to his trip in Scandinavia. Then at some point interior design came up, completely Henry’s doing, and now here he was sitting in the rustic style living area with the fire going and a mug of the best tea James had ever tasted in his hand watching a man years older than him get couch models and changing the colors of them repeatedly.

“I think I want to try the velvet.” Henry said with a nod before he grabbed the catalog from the coffee table and flipped a few pages while he made the other sofa model disappear.

“I’m starting to think you’re nesting.” James said

“Alphas nest too…they nest for their mates. Not that I’m anything other than human, but it’s not only an Omega thing. I’m sure Remus will do it at some point.” Henry told him

“Oh please can we not talk about those two. They’ve been relentless. I was in charge of detention duty two nights ago and the second the detention was over Remus came in demanding I go check on Harry that very second. He’s put me on a schedule, Henry. A SCHEDULE.” Henry chuckled, grinning clearly, finding amusement where James didn’t.

“I think it’s cute.”

“I think it’s overbearing and controlling and…I don’t know what but it needs to stop.”

“You just need to stop thinking of them just as your best friends and start seeing them as your son’s mates or if it makes it easier, your son’s very permanent boyfriends.”

“But they are my best friends.” James argued, “Well at least they used to be.”

“Is someone feeling a little jealous and left out?” Henry cooed looking at James, “If it makes you feel any better I can invite you to mine and Frankie’s weekly hangouts? He wants to meet you anyway.”

“I might just take you up on that.” James said, staring at the man with his temple against his knuckles and his elbow on the arm of the chair. Henry returned his stare for a tense moment then he turned away with a small smirk playing on the edge of his lips.

“If you don’t have any plans lined up you’re welcome to stay over? It’s not a school night after all and I’ll dig out the good whiskey. I can tell you about Harry’s secret tea set collection.”

“Harry? That Harry?” James asked, pointing towards the stairs, Henry nodded, “Tea set collection?”

“He swears he doesn’t have a problem, but he does. He loves tea sets. I will show them to you after you help me pick out my couch color.” James groaned miserably, “Oh come on Potter just tell me which color you like more.”

“Fine, show them to me again.” James relented

“Hunter green or Forest Green.”

There was absolutely no difference.

“Forest Green.” James said just to make this new torture end.

“Hunter Green it is then.” James’ jaw dropped as he watched Henry grab the order form and write down the information, “Up. I need to decide on armchairs now.”

“You said-”

“Up.” James stood up with a glare, “So he can listen. Now go sit over there.” Henry pointed to the dark green velvet couch model.

“Your chairs are fine.”

“They clash with the couch.” James laid on the couch and reluctantly admitted to himself that the velvet couch was rather comfortable though completely unnecessary.

“I never knew rustic could look expensive.” James grumbled as he watched the wingback chairs get moved and shrunk so new light brown leather armchair models could replace them.

“Everything can look expensive if you know what you’re doing.”

“Pretty sure knowing the difference between Hunter and Forest Green has nothing to do with interior design.”

“It has everything to do with interior design. Now stop talking. I'm trying to concentrate and you’re distracting me.”

James stared at Henry, his eyes taking in the back of him. His red hair was pulled into a messy bun with random braids still in it. He had a scar on the back of his neck that traveled down into his gray shirt that hugged his broad shoulders. The shirt was a little loose around the waist and his black pants hugged his- James averted his eyes as Henry started to turn towards him.

“Which brown do you like? The light or the-are you okay?” James looked up wide eyed.

“What?”

“Are you warm? Your face is red…are you running a fever?” Henry asked, stepping towards him and placing the back of his hand to James’ forehead.

“Oh..no..I’m fine. Light Brown.”

“Dark Brown then.” Henry said after a moment as he turned away from James to look at the two chairs, “Or a medium brown color…you know there is another chair that looks like this one that comes in different..”

James released a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding until Henry’s attention had gone back to his furniture.

It took almost two hours for Henry to decide on a completely different brown leather chair that he found in a completely different furniture catalog. By the time Henry’s original furniture was back in its place and the order forms were sent off it was late afternoon, in time for an early dinner that they had in the sunroom as the rain fell down the glass walls.

After dinner Henry took James to a room with the walls lined with glass cabinets, some were empty, but most of them had different tea sets displayed.

“This one was Harry’s first tea set. He begged for one for Yule when he was five. That’s why his sixth birthday was a tea party.” Henry pointed to a metal tea set, “he was so careful with it for his birthday I got him his first ceramic one.” Next to the metal was a simple white ceramic tea set. Beside each tea set was a picture of Harry using it for the first time.

“I can not believe Harry has a tea set collection.” James said with a grin as he looked at the other collections, each had a picture with Harry using it or holding the set.

“He loves them, he has seasonal ones, special occasion ones, when he goes on his trips he likes to buy at least one tea set, but usually it’s a lot more. Oh and this is his first break. He cried for hours.” James looked at the simple baby blue porcelain tea set, two of the cups had a chip while another cup had a crack in it, “he was serving Frankie and I tea when he was nine and tripped, it broke my heart seeing how upset he was. It was only his third porcelain set. He was worried I wouldn’t buy him more, but I told him I’d only stop if he didn’t take care of them, not for accidents he couldn’t control. Frankie went out and bought him a replacement that very day.”

“It’s hard to imagine Harry, the one I’ve gotten to know at least, having such a….hobby. I pictured him as a debate member or a tutor, not a tea set collector.”

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about him.”

“It suits him I think.” James looked at a Bluebird china tea set with a picture of Harry probably fifteen grinning as he held up the set on the matching tray

“He loves that one. I think he says it’s one of his favorites.”

“What’s his top favorite?” James asked

“This one.” Henry pulled James to another cabinet where a glass set was with lopsided tea cups and teal and gold saucers and tray, “He loves this one.”

“I can see why.” James turned to Henry, catching him staring at him already, “You did great with him, you know? All Harry talks about is you and how great you are and how amazing his childhood was.”

“I tried.” Henry said leaning his shoulder against a cabinet, he folded his arms and crossed his ankles as he looked at one of the pictures for a moment before turning back to him, “I always wanted kids.”

“Did you always want to adopt?”

*****abotion talk*****

“No actually it just…ended up that way. My jobs, the traveling and the dangers, it was too risky for me to carry. Matteo had personal issues…he um…he grew up with homophobic parents and it took a lot for him and I to be together. I guess that’s one of the reasons I stayed with him for so long because of how much effort it took. But…he didn’t want to come off as the…bottom. He didn’t want anyone to see the evidence of him not being a man according to him so him carrying was off the table. The one time he got pregnant by accident he got an abortion. I never....held that against him. That was his choice to make, I just wished I would have been told he was making that decision so I could say goodbye too I guess.”

“Lily considered it with Ariel. I was…terrified, but I knew it wasn’t my choice. I told her whatever she decided I would be there for her, but it didn't make it any easier not knowing until she decided to tell me she wanted to keep the baby.”

*****adotion talk ends*****

“I was actually not going to do it, adopt, I was just going to not have kids. But something told me to just…try. I met Harry two weeks later and adopted him.”

“He is very lucky to have you.”

Henry stepped closer to James, his arms shifting a moment.

“How’s your divorce going?”

“It’s…going. Last signing is the first of May.”

“Good. That’s good. You deserve much better.” James held his stare swallowing thickly

“She wasn’t that bad.” James said softly

Henry licked his lips and took another step closer to James holding his stare intensely.

“Nothing you tell me will ever make me think she was a good wife to you, James Potter.” A second passed, Henry’s eyes darted to James’ mouth for a split second then he was holding James’ stare again, “I’ll go make sure the guest bed is made up, Harry sometimes steals the covers for his nest as a neutralizer for overwhelming scents. I’m sure you’re tired from the past month…month and a half. Sleep as long as you need to tomorrow, okay?” Before James could comprehend what had just happened Henry was leaving the room leaving James alone with his son’s tea set collection and an unexplainable erection pressing against his pants.

He didn’t even know why he was hard.

A/N: Did I just swoon over my own character? Henry said that all on his own I swear that was not in the chapter outline. But oh my god.....

anyway.

My tumblr will have pictures of some of my OCs tonight or tomorrow and any other pictures of my visiual readers who need or want it. Around Valentines Day I will also be sharing access to some of my google docs that won't give any spoilers for what's to come.

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mooncalf87 · 2 years

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Together let's travel to a world where tonks and Remus never died mad-eye and Sirius are still alive too, as is fred. Teddy is just over six months old. They all are at grimmauld place often. Let's begin.

Its September 14 1998, voldmort is dead and the war is over. Tonks and Remus couldn't be happier they can rase their son in peace, but as he was young they where getting worn out easy. Lots of people came to grimmauld place so Sirius told them they should come live there till teddy got to a few months in age, time was moving fast and teddy was already 6 months old and already trying to say his first words.

"Molly? Can you watch teddy while Remus and I get a kip?" Tonks asked one evening that Molly was visiting.

"Of course dear, take as long as you need" Molly said gently taking teddy from tonks.

"T-t-t-thanks Molly" tonks said through a yawn as she followed Remus upstairs. The scecond her head hit the pillow she fell asleep.

"Here Alastor, take teddy, Im making dinner" Molly said as she shoved teddy into moodys arms.

At first moody didn't know what to do, he was never good with kids. But teddy instantly fell asleep as mad-eye was holding him. He smiled and stumped into the sitting room where Sirius had a fire going. Aurthur, Sirius and Kingsley where sitting infront of the fire in arm chairs talking about their school days.

"You look soft with a baby mad-eye" Sirius laughed as mad-eye sat down in the middle armchair.

"Hes a sweet guy really, mad-eye is, " aurthur laughed "he just has to warm up to you"

"I set Remus and Tonks up on missions together thinking Remus was a good influence on her, never expected it would end with them having a kid" moody shared adjusting teddy in his arms

"Its weird having a baby in this house" Sirius said ruffling teddys hair which turned to a faint strawberry red, not unlike mad-eyes

"That was utter chaos yesterday when he set off your mum crying" Fred said walking in the room alongside George

"Never thought we would get him to calm down or her to shut up" George said as they sat down.

"Sirius did our mum tell you who Harrys most recent girl is?" Fred laughed as teddys hair turned to a Weasley red

"No? Who?" Sirius replied back, sending sparks out his wand to keep the fire strong

"Ginerva Weasley" smirked fred.

Sirius choked on his tea and laughed

"Your sister is dating my godson?" He said using the back of his sleeve to wipe his mouth

"Actually i walked in on them snogging yesterday in the kitchen" Kingsley said in his deep cool voice.

Teddy shifted in his sleep, his hair turning to a deep blue matching Kingsleys robes. They all got quiet and looked at teddy but then Sirius continued

"Welp, never eating in there again" he laughed through a drink of tea

They all sat talking about there old pranks at school for the next few minutes

"Yeah the last thing me and Fred did there was leave a lake in the corridor" George laughed

"Some of Thats still there you know" harry said walking in the room hand-in-hand with ginny "Professor Flitwick left a tiny roped off square under the window as sort of a memorial to your pranking days"

"Did peeves give Umbridge hell from us like we asked?" Fred and George said at the same time

"More than that actually" ginny said sniggering "last year he scrawled 'Fred and George Weasley where here' all over the walls, I heard Hannah Abbott say he even put it in the Hufflepuff common room and girl dormitories"

Everyone started laughing and Sirius said "i thought it was such a big deal when we made the Marauders map"

Fred and George choked on their tea and yelled "you made the map!?!"

Sirius looked bewildered and said "I thought you knew? I'm padfood, Remus is moony, harrys dad is Prongs and Peter Pettagrew is Wormtail"

Fred and George where flabbergasted but fred finally worked out "no, no, now I see it. It all makes sense now."

"That map helped me out of a lot of tight spots" harry laughed "just wish it had the room of requirements on it"

Sirius thought for a moment and said "the room of what?"

Ginny, harry, fred and George all exchanged looks of great shock

"You don't know what the room of requirement is? I thought you where a real prankster"

"Not all pranksters knew about that room, I shure didn't " said tonks as she yawned and walked into the room

"You where a prankster?" Sirius asked with bewilderment

"Mmhm, best of my time at hogwarts. Once I dropped a venomous tentacula into the potions class and it attacked professor Snape. . . More of a bad accident but still funny." she laughed walking over and taking teddy from moody

"He didn't give you any trouble i hope?" She said running a soothing hand over teddys small back

"Not one peep, slept the whole time" mad-eye replied

Teddy started pulling on the collar of tonks shirt "ok, ok, I get it. You're hungry" she laughed along with everyone else. She walked out of the room.

"She's grown over the past two years, she has" mad-eye said proudly "she truly has"

Tonks walked back into the room a few minutes later and laughed "look at his eye"

They all looked over and his left eye was a bright electric blue "like grandpa moody?" She asked teddy looking at him "mmhm" she replied back to herself

Moody was swelling with pride at the words 'grandpa moody'

"I'll be putting him to bed"tonks said but then harry walked over and tickled his neck. Teddy was rather fond of his godfather.

"Say good night to godfather harry" she said as teddy cracked a small smile. He shifted his hand and tonks laughed "well, thats as much of a good night as you're going to get"

Sirius stood up and stretched walking over to tonks and said "ill put him to bed if you want"

Tonks nodded and passed him off to Sirius. He and harry walked out of the room and tonks took Sirius's chair curling up infront of the fire.

"Whens dinner?" She asked mad-eye

"No idea" he replied smiling

They where quiet till tonks said "Its weird to see teddy. . . . . After all that time he spent inside me. . . . Feels weird to to have the bump anymore even after its been 6 months" she laughed looking into the fire

"I'm going to ask Molly when dinner is and wake up Remus" she said stretching and standing up.

She walked out of the room and they heard the familiar noise of her tripping on the troll leg and "MIRLANDS BEARD, DAMN THIS THING" along with the yells of Sirius's mum

"DAMN" she yelled again as teddy started crying

With a bang of her wand Sirius's mum was quiet but teddy wasn't

"Shhhh. . . .shhhh. . . . . Its okay teddy" tonks said grabbing him and holding him.

Remus woke up from the yelling and came downstairs trying to help calm teddy.

He kept crying but mad-eye had an idea.

He slowly approached teddy and cast his patronus, the old gnarled grizzly bear erupted from his wand.

Teddy got quiet and looked at it with great interest.

Soon they where laughing, along with the bear Kingsley's lynx, Aurthur's weasel, tonks and Remus's wolf, fred and George's magpie, ginnys horse, Sirius's dog and harrys stag where running around the big room interesting teddy greatly.

The birds flew above him and he reached out his hands grabbing for them

"B-b-b-" teddy said as they all got quiet, most patronus disappeared except for the birds

"Say your first words teddy. . . . Come on" Remus said encouragingly

"B-b-bi"

Tonks smiled and said "its going to be the word bird isn't it?"

"Bitch" teddy said and shocked them all.

Tonks slapped her hand to her face as the rest started uncontrollably laughing

"Takes after his mum!" Remus said through a fit of laughter

"Really teddy!?" Tonks laughed through embarrassment

"Does take after his mum!" Moody laughed as he ruffled teddys hair

"Going to be a hufflepuff, this one is" mad-eye laughed but Remus said "that as his first word it will be Sylthern!"

#remus x nymphadora #remus x tonks #harry potter fanfiction #nymphadora lupin #nymphadora tonks #tonks x lupin #mad eye moody #teddy lupin #grimmauld place #sirius black #kingsley shacklebolt #arthur weasley #peeves the poltergeist #hufflepuff #harry potter #molly weasley #fred and george #fred weasley #george weasley

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spxllcxstxr · 3 years

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Always With Me • R.L

Summary: “Please don’t go.” (Bolded)

Warnings: Mentions of food/eating/not being able to eat, brief mention of vomit, Remus is very close to the full moon so he’s snippy, underage smoking, yelling, Remus is insecure and hard on himself, depressing thoughts

Word Count: ~1k

A.N: I actually wrote this like a year ago, but I’ve recently tweaked it and all that. Listened to Tiny Dancer by Elton John while thinking up the title. I guess this is my first angst post too, so I hope it’s angsty enough! Some characters may be a bit ooc though

Title: Elton John - Tiny Dancer

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The week of the full moon takes a lot out of Remus, especially when added to the increasing amount of assignments the professors start handing out. The stress practically kills him.

He’s stuck in bed three days before the full moon, and will likely stay there until after the transformation.

Remus looks sickly, laying in his bed. His skin is pale and dotted with sweat like he’s got a fever. The numerous scars that litter his body look rougher and inflamed. His hair looks like it’s thinned overnight, and you can see strands scattered over his pillow. It’s wirey and delicate to the touch when you run your fingers through it.

“You need to eat, darling.” You mutter, trying to convince him.

The plate of plain toast and orange slices you brought up from the Kitchens sits untouched on his nightstand.

“Love, I won’t be able to hold it down.” He croaks, lighting a cigarette with trembling hands.

“Well you can’t just starve yourself for three more days, Rem.” You lecture, watching him puff out rings of smoke.

“You think I don’t fucking know that? I just don’t feel like vomiting it all up!” Remus snaps, ripping his gaze from you, deciding to focus on the ceiling instead.

The bags underneath his eyes are heavier and darker than usual.

You sigh and lay down next to him, resting your head on his chest. “I’m sorry, Rem. You know I just worry.”

The thumping of his heart is dull and every breath comes out in a labored wheeze.

“I’ll try to eat later, ok?” He murmurs eventually, still focusing on the thin wisps of smoke.

You hum in response and rub your thumb across his chest, partially trying to ease his anxiety and partially to ease yours.

“Don’t you have class?” Remus questions.

“Don’t you?” You counter.

He huffs out a faint laugh. “Don’t get smart with me, love.”

You bury your cheek deeper into his shirt.

“I’m fine missing one Arithmancy class, darling. Especially for you.” You shrug.

Remus grunts in response, snubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him. The movement has his bones creaking, and his teeth grinding together in pain.

You kiss his cheek. “Try to get some sleep, alright?”

He nods, his eyes already closing due to pure exhaustion.

You stay with him until the end of the period, but you do have to go to class eventually. You write him a note and make your way to Potions.

Lily catches up to you on your way to the dungeons.

“(Y/n)!” She calls, her fiery braid flowing behind her.

You slow to a stop and let her catch up to you.

“How was Arithmancy?” You ask.

“Just some more number charts. I’ll lend you my notes.” She shrugs.

“Thank Merlin for you, Lils. You’re a life saver.”

Lily finally grabs your arm and drags you into an empty classroom. She closes the door behind you.

“Lily, what’s up—?”

“What’s up with Remus?” She cuts you off. Her green eyes search your eyes for answers.

“What‘re you talking about?” You scoff, nervously. Your fingers twitch out of habit.

“Cut the shit, (Y/n). I’ve noticed it for years now.” Lily crosses her arms in annoyance. “He’s my friend too. You think I haven’t noticed how sick he gets, especially during the full moon? And how all of you disappear in the middle of the night?”

“Lily—“

“How stupid do you think I am?”

“You’re not stupid—“

“Is he a werewolf?” She whispers harshly.

You pause and bite your lip. You could just deny it, but she’s already completely figured it out. You start wringing your hands, wishing you could take out a cigarette right there in the middle of the castle.

“It isn’t my place to say.” You finally sigh, dodging the question.

“It’s a yes or no question.” She argues.

“It’s not!” You exclaim. You then get close enough to whisper in her ear. “Ask him about it next week, yeah?”

Her green eyes are wide and staring at you when you finally pull back.

You swallow harshly, guilt pooling at the bottom of your stomach.

“Let’s drop it and get to Sluggy’s class.” You walk out of the empty classroom, and walk briskly to the potions room.

You stomp up to the boys dorm after Ancient Runes, your last class of the day. The rest of them are already in their room, James, Sirius, and Peter already back from Divination, and Remus not moving from the morning. At least the orange slices are gone. However, that doesn’t mean he kept them down.

“Lily knows.” You announce, dropping your bag at the end of Remus’ bed and taking out a cigarette.

Sirius, who already has one lit, snaps his head towards you. “Lily knows a lot of things, so you gotta be a little more specific.”

“She knows about Moony’s furry little problem.” You clarify, biting your lip.

“She what?!” Remus cries, finally sitting up against the headboard.

“I didn’t tell her, Remus. She figured it out herself and asked me about it!” You hold your hands up in surrender.

“Well shit, (Y/n). What’d you say?” Peter asks, picking at his blanket.

“I just told her to ask him about it next week.” You mutter, anxiously awaiting Remus to explode out of anger.

“Oh that’s just bloody brilliant, innit?” Your boyfriend spats at you, teeth clenched.

“Hey! Don’t yell at her, it’s not her fault!” James shouts, coming to your defense.

“Moony, she was bound to find out eventually, don’t get your knickers in a twist.” Sirius comments, picking at his black nail polish, successfully chipping the paint.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“No.” You reply, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Yes.” Sirius says at the same time, effectively provoking it.

“Lily can report me and spread this, don’t you understand?” Remus rages, the tips of his ears red.

“Lily wouldn’t do that, you know this Remus.” James tries to reason.

“I think you’re a little biased, Prongs. She was bloody friends with Snivellus! Anything could happen!”

“Well she isn’t friends with him anymore, Moons. Lily is trustworthy and a good friend. She wouldn’t tell a soul.” James argues.

Remus growls and forcefully closes the curtains around his bed, shutting you all out.

You shift awkwardly on the balls of your feet, the four of you watching the scarlet curtains sway. Remus is silent behind them.

The guilt has your stomach in knots. You can’t help but feel responsible.

“C’mon, (Y/n), it’s time for dinner and obviously Moony wants to be left alone.” James anxiously runs a hand through his already chaotic hair, slightly tugging at the dark curls.

You wordlessly nod your head and start to follow them out the door.

“W-we’ll bring something up from the Kitchens, Remus.” Peter stutters in front of you.

However, you hesitate at the threshold, reluctant to just up and leave your boyfriend in such a vulnerable state.

“Please don’t go.”

The broken words are almost too faint to actually hear.

You creep your way back to his bed, carefully pulling back the curtains revealing your boyfriend’s head buried in his hands. You notice the pronounced tremors taking over his hands.

“Hey...hey Rem, it’s all alright.” You murmur, lightly dragging a hand through his rough hair.

Dropping your head down to his, you press your foreheads together, whispering reassurances and declarations of love into his ear.

#Remus Lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin angst #the marauders x reader #the marauders

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bruh--wtf · 3 years

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Can't Get Rid Of Me

Masterlist

Young Remus x Reader

You and Remus had been friends since first year. You were close with all the Mauraders, but Remus was your bestfriend.

And, you were madly in love with him.

He didn't know, of course.

But, after a particularly bad full moon, he fell asleep on the couch in the common room.

You woke up to Sirius poking you. You groan, and slap his hand away.

"What is it?" You ask sleepily. He pulls you out of bed, and you groan.

"Moony keeps asking for you, come on. Up you go," he says. You glare at him as you steady yourself.

"You really had to pull me out of bed? You couldn't have just said that?" You ask. He smiles and shakes his head, skipping out of the girl's dormitory. You check quickly to make sure Sirius hadn't woken up any of the other girls in the dorm.

You walk downstairs quickly and see Remus asleep on the couch infront of the fire. He looked terrible. He would surely have new scars, that he would resent.

"Merlin's beard, how bad was it?" You ask, as you sit on the edge of the couch beside your bestfriend. Remus was still all bloody, and his friends hadn't cleaned him up yet. Of course they hadn't, that was usually your job.

"Terrible. One of the worst, I think," James says. You couldn't help but look at Remus in sadness. You push your hair out of your face.

"Can you get him upstairs? What if someone wakes up?" You ask the boys. The sun had finally started to rise, which meant some students might get up soon. Despite it being a Saturday. Freaks.

The boys all look a little nervous. "I suppose, but he's probably not going to like it," Sirius says. You bite your lip, and look back down at Remus.

"He'd rather get taken upstairs than someone see him like this," Peter points out. You nod in agreement.

"Peter's right," you say and stand up. James and Sirius exchange a look before moving Remus. They both start lifting him up, with Peter helping lift his feet. You flinched as a painful groan left your friend.

James glanced at you, making sure this was the right thing to do and you nod.

Once they place him in his bed, he had partially woken up. You gesture to the remaining beds.

"You guys get some rest, you haven't slept either," you say. They almost look concerned and you roll your eyes. "I'm fine, I'll clean him up, but you guys get to sleep." Peter nods and goes to bed.

"Yes, mum," James says sarcasically.

"Oh, wait, can you legally be my mum yet?!" Sirius asks. You laugh a little and push him slightly towards his bed.

"You're older than me, Sirius." He frowns.

"I don't act like it!"

"I couldn't agree more," you say. His expression changes slightly and he looks at James.

"Did I just insult myself?" His bestfriend laughs and nods. He frowns and gets into bed. You grab the small box sitting beside Remus' bed. You go to the boys' bathroom to get some water, and come back to hear snoring.

You laugh a little knowing how quickly they fell asleep.

You walk back over to Remus, knowing his friends changed him into some clothes they keep in the shack for full moons.

You carefully begin unbuttoning the boy's shirt, wondering why his friends even bothered to put one back on him. Once you see the new slashes in all their glory a small gasp escapes you.

"That bad?" You hear him say faintly and look up at his face. You quickly shake your head and gently grab the boy's arm.

"No, it's fine," you lie. He winces as you help him take the sleeves off. You dip the towel in the water, and begin rinsing his slashes. He watches you the whole time.

"Why haven't you run from me yet?" He asks suddenly. You glance up at him.

"Why would I do that?" You ask. You put your hand down for a moment to look at him. You see him looking at you, a sad look in his eye.

"Look at me, Y/N, I'm a monster," he says. You shake you head, scooting closer to the boy. You bring one of your hands up to carefully hold his neck while you start to wipe the blood off his face. His hand had been resting on your thigh, but you didn't think much of it. That's where it usually found itself when you cleaned him up.

"I don't believe that, and neither should you."

"It's true," he says. You shake your head again.

"When is it going to get into that brilliant head of yours? I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me that easily," you say. He reaches up and brushes the hair out of your face. "Thank you," you mumble and a small smile finds his lips.

"I don't think this is easy on any of you," he says. You smile softly.

"Well, it obviously isn't easy on you either. I'm always going to be here, Remus." You could finally see his face once you wiped the blood away and smiled. "See? Where would you be without me? I can't leave you lot helpless." You say. He glances at his sleeping friends.

"I'd probably be a mess," he says. You chuckle slightly.

"I'm sure one of them could clean you up, Remus." He shakes his head.

"That's not what I meant. I'd literally be a complete mess. I mean, I have the guys and Lily, but... you make me feel the most human." You look into his eyes, careful not to get your hopes up.

"You're more man than half the boys in this school. You are the most perfect person I will ever meet," you say. He scoffs.

"Yeah, I look real perfect," he says. You go back to his torso, trying to clean it up as best you could before the boys bring him to the hospital wing when they wake up.

"You've always looked perfect to me," you say under your breath. He just looks at you for a few minutes. He was still exhausted, but was staying awake to be helpful to you. That's who Remus was. Even through he was exhausted, and in pain, he'd always try to put others before himself.

"Get some rest. The guys will wake up in a couple hours, and you never sleep well with Madame Pomfrey breathing down your neck," you say, standing up. You move to the bathroom, where you dump out the water and clean off the rag.

Then, you walk back out and put the things back in the box and put it in its place near Remus' bed.

He reaches out for your hand, and you look at him, butterflies consuming your stomach.

"Please stay," he pleads. You weren't completely surprised, because he had asked you to stay a few times before. You simply nod, and climb into the boy's bed. You position yourself behind him, as he lays his head on your stomach.

You lightly begin brushing your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. "Y/N?" He mumbles quietly.

"Hmm?" You hum in response.

"You're perfect," he says quietly. You freeze, looking down at the boy who peeks his eyes open.

"What?" You ask, still shocked. He smiles softly.

"You're perfect. You said I am, but that's how I see you. You're perfect in my eyes, in every way," he says. You stare at the boy in wonder. You've longed to hear him say that since second year. Now, in sixth year, you're finally hearing it. And it sounds better than you could have ever imagined.

But, you didn't know if it meant the same thing to him.

He reaches his hand up and grabs yours, messing with your fingers a bit.

"Remus...?" He just smiles as he plays with your hands.

"I like you, Y/N," he says when he meets your eyes again. You're pretty sure your eyes will pop out of your head.

"You... you like me?" You ask. He turns a bit, and looks at you from the right angle.

"Yeah, I do," he says. You bite your lip, and lean forward, pressing your lips against his softly.

"I like you too," you whisper against his lips. You see him grin a bit, and you kiss him quickly again. "But, you're exhausted." He laughs a bit as you pull away. You smile at him, and raise an eyebrow.

"James! Mum and Dad are finally together!" Sirius yells sleepily.

An exhausted James with his face still in his pillow pumps his fist in the air. He lets out a tired and muffled "WOO!" You chuckle a bit and Remus rolls his eyes.

He lets his head fall back onto your stomach, causing you to laugh a little more.

He smiles up at you, as your hands once again find his hair. Then he closes his eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he falls asleep smiling after a full moon.

#marauders era #young remus imagine #young remus x reader #young remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #james & peter & remus & sirius #remus lupin

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alanis-altair · 3 years

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dark hallways and potions | marauders x platonic!reader

summary | Moony, Padfoot and Prongs find their best friend sneaking through the abandoned corridors of Hogwarts at night.

pairings | marauders x platonic!reader, slightly Sirius Black x fem!reader

warnings | it's actually total fluff, but mentions of wounds and bruises, domestic abuse and a little self destruction aaand English isn't my first language as you may have already noticed so I'm sorry for my lame ass writing and every mistake I did (maybe you'll find the name Alanis somewhere instead of y/n because I always write those fics with my name first, I'm sorry if so)

word count | 1910

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It was far after midnight as the not so tired Sirius Black gave up and opened his gloomy eyes in a deep sigh. He couldn't make it to sleep; nightmares keeping him up, that caused him to turn left and right, desperately trying to find a good sleeping position to make him feel comfy. But all of his attempts didn't work.

So the black haired boy looked around. The moon was gently shining onto his covers, while soft snores came from his three friends. The loudest noise was definitely caused by James, not that it surprised Sirius. Still, the young boy kept quiet, not wanting to wake up Remus, who just had had a rough night.

Sirius started to get bored and glanced at his bedside table. Only two things had managed it onto the table; his squiggly wand and the infamous Marauder's Map. Shortly after, Sirius mumbled a 'Lumos' and illuminated the dorm a little. The spell followed another one, including some of his favourite words: 'I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good' and the Map showed him whole Hogwarts.

With curious eyes the boy watched every step of every person awake, until he stopped at a very certain name. y/n y/l/n. His y/h/c haired best friend was wandering through the abandoned corridors, well aware of the consequences she had to face if she got caught. She moved towards the Tapestry Corridor, near the Dungeons, where the potion storeroom was located.

What the bloody hell was the infuriating girl up to again? And why would she need some potion ingredients? Sirius had no clue. He felt like he didn't have a choice other than waking up James, which is what he simply did.

"Prongs! Prongs!", he screamed in a whisper, making his good looking friend mumbling and turning to the other side of the bed.

"For fuck's sake, wake up, you lad!"

"What is it, Sirius?", James replied in a screaming whisper, too. He didn't sound amused or happy to be woken around 2AM.

"Looks like Mane is doing some mischief without us, can you imagine?", Sirius shortly explained, which caught James' attention.

"Ugh, not again...", the brunette sighed.

"Well, I think we should check on her, now!", Padfoot proposed, earning a brief nod from his best friend.

"'Right...", James said and got up. Both of the Marauder's quickly dressed and grabbed their wands. They were about to leave their dorm as a raspy voice stopped them.

"You're not going anywhere without me", Remus started, "especially not if you're that bad at whispering!", he exclaimed, voice held low to not wake up Peter, too.

Padfoot and Prongs turned around surprised, but remembered Remus' Werwolf senses and that it was impossible to whisper without him hearing every single word. The two boys sighed; Sirius a little mad at himself because he was eager to grant the young wolf some sleep.

The three boys sneaked almost soundless through the Gryffindor Common Room and used some of the secret passages to avoid the open corridors.

"So, what do you think y/n is doing again?", James asked curiously and a little tired. How many times had he and his friends protected the little girl from getting herself killed? He couldn't remember.

"What she's always doing", Moony answered, "hiding something from us or preparing some pranks on Snape."

It sounded simple, but it wasn't. y/n had, similar to Sirius, great problems with her family, who was trying to make a perfect pure blood wife out of her; beating her up badly when she wouldn't listen to what her father told her to do.

The y/e/c eyed girl hid her bruises from the Marauder's every time, not that it would stop them from finding out, though. But still, she was bloody stubborn and determined to keep her problems all to herself, causing the four boys to worry a lot.

She was a loyal part of the Marauder's, too, and never hesitated to sacrifice herself if James, Sirius, Remus or Peter were in any danger. She nursed all of Remus' wounds and scars and helped him to accept his flaws, while y/n practically was Sirius' therapist and James' advisor for everything that had to do with Lily Evans. Even for Wormtail she took her time and put effort in integrating him more into the group, although Peter secretly accepted that the girl with the mane resembled more of the Marauder's spirit than he did.

Knowing that y/n creeped through the black hallways again made not only Sirius uncomfortable. The three Marauder's quickened up their pace, following every of the girl's steps on the map. Some minutes passed, when they were close to the Tapestry Corridor. Three wooden wands were uplifted; enlightening the dimmed corridor and revealing a small back, covered by y/n's hair.

"Mane? Hey! What are you doing here?", Sirius addressed the girl and y/nstartled. Quickly she turned away from the door she was about to open with shaky hands.

"None of your business, Black! Could ask you the same question, couldn't I?", was y/n's rough answer.

"Well, we're not the ones sneaking through the hallways at night!"

"Well, James. In fact, you do. Right here, right now", the y/h/c haired countered.

"What Prongs was trying to say was that we're only here for you. You're the one doing stuff without informing us", Remus caught up, "and I'm sure you're hurt again by the way your hands are shaking."

y/n cursed the tall boy with the freckled face for his gift to read people like a book. He was attentive and good with human behaviour, exposing the unofficial fifth Marauder more often than she would like to.

"Ugh, I hate you. Y'all", y/n commented and catched Sirius' worried look upon her.

"No, you don't. You love us, all of us", James corrected the tiny girl and grinned.

"So, are you going to tell us what you're up to here?", Sirius demanded to know, again.

"Wanted to brew a potion, nothing more...", y/n admitted. But of course this wasn't enough of an answer for Sirius fucking Black.

"For what purpose?"

"As painkiller, certainly. Just look at how her body is all tense", Remus replied instead of y/n herself. The girl sighed resigned and leaned her aching body against the cold of the door behind her.

Almost simultaneously, Sirius tuck his wand into his waistband and stepped forward to lay a hand on y/n's waist and back. She hissed in pain, but relaxed when the warmth of Sirius' body reached her own shivering figure.

y/n leaned into his touch and was secretly more than grateful her friends discovered her; not sure if she would've made it without them. The last encounter with her father wasn't a nice one.

"What about I and James get the ingredients for your potion and brew it, while Sirius puts you to bed, huh?", Moony made a proposal and got a weak nod from the typical strong girl. Her legs started to feel like jelly, as all of the pressure left y/n at the presence of her friends.

Without hesitation, Sirius lifted his best friend into his muscular arms. Immediately y/n curled up and placed her vibrant head against his shoulder; absorbing all of his warmth and smell.

"Hold on a minute...", James suddenly interrupted, "is that Padfoot's joggers with Moony's flannel?"

This thought came into Prong's mind as his wand gleamed onto y/n's body, searching for any outer wounds or bruises. Just the moment he said it, Remus and Sirius laid eyes on the almost sleeping beauty.

"Yeah, that's definitely my joggers! Been searching them for a couple of weeks now!"

"I guess our Mane here felt free to use our closet...but we can't be mad, Padfoot. Just see how good it looks on her", Remus noticed and giggled after.

"You're probably right...", Sirius said before heading towards the boy's dorm again.

Unsure James and Remus were left alone, watching the storeroom door as if it would open just by their gaze. Which it didn't.

"Any idea what we need for the potion?", Prongs questioned and observed Remus and the door.

"Kinda...", Moony whispered, drawing attention to the correct opening spell for the door.

"I mean, we should take her to Madame Pomfrey. Her pain seems bad, so..."

"You know we can't do that", the young werwolf stated, "her parents will know and it'll get worse. I dislike this as much as you do, but look at me. I'm the perfect example that our potions do their work, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here.

Remus' calm voice convinced James and he nodded in agreement. "Fine, then let's open this bloody door."

...

Meanwhile Sirius was carrying a half asleep y/n to his bed. She didn't move on the way back, nor did she talk to him. But his eyes already found some deep blue and purple spots on the skin of her wrists, giving him an answer. He'd absolutely kill her father if it'd stop him from hurting the precious girl in his arms. Just as all of the boys would defend y/n.

James had already thought of asking Mane to move in. With Sirius and so on, so she was safe. But it was something he knew y/n would be too modest to accept; she'd feel bad after, which is why Prongs kept quiet.

"Here you go, little one", Sirius whispered as he tucked y/n into his bed. She let out a content groan because of his smell surrounding her. She snuggled into the soft pillow, looking as cute as hell.

"Hey, y/n, you need something else?", Padfoot asked softly while caressing her cheek.

"Just you", she aspirated tired. Sirius' heart grew warm at the words of her. It meant the world to him that an angel like y/n, put on the hell of earth, still managed to melt his heart and giving him so much love, even though he wasn't sure if he deserved it.

Fulfilling her wish, the boy with the long dark hair laid next to y/n and pulled her into his arms again. She let out a relieved breath and buried her head into Sirius' chest.

He was almost asleep too, when James and Remus returned from getting the ingredients they needed for the healing potion. They eyeballed Sirius and y/n position knowingly, giving Padfoot a certain look, that he decided to ignore.

Moony and Prongs made quick work of the potion, not even waking up Peter, who was sleeping as deep as a stone, while Sirius watched the sleeping girl on top of him.

"Portion's ready. You should wake her up so she can sleep through and feel better tomorrow", Remus mumbled eventually. Sirius did as he was told and started to stroke y/n's hair, in order to carefully wake her up.

"Mane? y/n? C'mon, love. Wake up and take your medicine."

"Huh?", y/n murmured sleepily, not understanding what was happening around her. Remus sat down next to her and Padfoot, holding a small bottle of glass in front of her face.

The y/h/c haired girl thanked the boy with a grateful look and took a sip without squinching up her face at the bitter taste of the liquid.

"Thank you all, boys. For wasting your time to sleep and caring for me...", y/n said with a small grin.

"Always", they responded and smiled before going to bed, this time all of the five Marauders.

...

annotations

Mane is the Marauder name for the reader I came up with because I thought it was fitting (I'm sorry if you don't like it)

#harry potter #marauders #marauders fluff #hogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #padfoot #moony #moony and prongs #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #marauder's map #marauder's era #sirius black x reader #marauders x reader

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padsnprongs · 3 years

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wolfstar headcanons that ✨just make sense✨

french sirius and welsh remus

they would speak to each other in their different languages all the time, mostly just to mess with each other.

they’d also say really romantic things, but in their different language, so the other wouldn’t know

remus is like insanely tall, but always slouches, whereas sirius is literally a dwarf but stands up really tall (talk about that ✨aristocracy✨ you know)

when remus had his growth spurt in the summer of fifth year, sirius was, understandably, shocked

but also maybe a little annoyed

how was he supposed to kiss him now?

in the end he decided to just grab his tie and pull him down

which remus didn't particularly mind

remus keeps his hair short, because it gets in the way. sirius loves remus' hair, because of how curly it is - remus hates it for the same reason

'I look like an idiot, pads!'

'no, you look cute.'

after sirius started living with the potters', his hair grew long, finally free of the strict rules of grimmauld place

when remus saw his long hair for the first time, on the train platform, he fell in love with him a little more

sirius turns into padfoot on the days surrounding the full moon to comfort remus. he’s literally like a therapy dog at this point.

sirius’ bed hasn’t been slept in since fifth year

cuddles

so many cuddles

lots of pda, much to james’ disgust

‘ugh, you guys, get a room!’

‘prongsie stop being homophobic.’

‘im not- what am i even supposed to say to that??’

‘nothing, that’s the point.’

sirius has a tattoo of the full moon that changes with the moon phases and remus has a tattoo of the canis major constellation - while the rest are just inked on, the sirius star seems to be actually glowing.

remus always seems to lose his jumpers, even though they’re some of his most valued items of clothing. he will eventually find sirius wearing them, but he can’t even be mad because sirius just looks so adorable in them.

remus, in return, will steal sirius’ leather jacket, which sirius doesn’t particularly mind. james, however, gets especially mad whenever this happens

‘well how come he’s allowed to wear it and I’m not? I’m literally your brother!’

sirius rests his head on remus’ lap whilst remus reads to him, and remus will stroke his hand through sirius' hair

remus loves to french plait his hair, and sirius is adamant about leaving the plait in for as long as possible

‘sirius, it’s been three days, you need to wash your hair! I can always re-plait it!’

‘...fine. but only if you promise.’

remus is constantly freezing cold, which shows through the countless jumpers and scarves he will pile on, even in the height of summer

his feet alone are like blocks of ice, which sirius never misses an opportunity to complain about whenever they share a bed

sirius, on the other hand, is a human sauna, and will still be wearing shorts in the middle of winter

when they cuddle, their contrasting levels of body heat cancel each other out perfectly

basically, whenever remus gets too cold, or sirius gets too hot, you’ll undoubtedly find them clinging to each other

sirius always gets really worried after the full moon, and insists on looking after remus - he makes sure he has enough pillows, sneaks him food because the hospital wing food isn’t the nicest, makes him drink water, takes notes for him during the lessons he misses, and just generally stays by his side as long as he can, until madam pomfrey has to kick him out

sirius worries so much during and after the full moon that it often makes remus feel guilty, but he also finds it really sweet that sirius cares so much

he still tries to make sirius see sense and stop him from worrying, because he has really bad self esteem issues after the full moon and doesn’t think he deserves it. whenever he tries to tell sirius this, he says that sirius shouldn’t feel obligated to look after him, because he’s a monster.

every single time, sirius will take his hand, look into his eyes, and tell him firmly, ‘you are not a monster, moony.’

peter will then add that ‘you fold your socks, moony, we’re not exactly scared of you.’

and remus will wonder how he got so lucky as to have such amazing friends

whenever sirius is ill, remus will try his best to return the favour. sirius will insist that he doesn’t get ill, ‘don’t worry, remus, I’m fine’, even though he can barely move

but remus won’t listen, and turns into a proper mother hen, fussing over him and making sure he has everything he need, just trying to repay sirius for all he does during the full moons

illness = constant cuddles

but lbr there are constant cuddles regardless

they got together because they both kept confiding in james and lily about their unrequited feelings and how hopelessly in love they were, and james and lily got sick of it and decided to work together to set them up bc they were both so hopelessly oblivious.

that’s also how lily got to know james better, and see that he wasn’t as arrogant as she thought, and he actually cares deeply about his friends

but these are wolfstar headcanons not jily so moving on

they had a very touchy feely relationship even before they got together. they were always very close, and their bond was different than it was with james and peter

sirius loves to bake, whilst remus loves to cook, but if they try to do it the other way around, bad things happen

they would often sneak into the kitchens late at night and try to make something, fool around, mess up, and end up snogging surrounded by the mess of ingredients

late nights on the astronomy tower!! they did this even before they got together; when either of them couldn’t sleep, they would go up there and just sit together and look at the stars. their first date was a picnic up there, and it became their own special place where they both felt safe

nose kisses!! forehead kisses!! cheek kisses!! adorable

whenever they're messing about they'll almost always end up in each others arms, saying ‘I hate you’ whilst grinning bc they both know that they don’t mean it and it’s actually the exact opposite

when sirius can’t sleep, he’ll watch remus (in like. a non-creepy way) and count his freckles. once remus caught him in the act and thought it was the softest thing he’d ever seen

remus talks in his sleep. sometimes he just mutters random words that don’t make sense, and sometimes he can have full on conversations with sirius.

sirius thinks it’s the funniest thing ever and teases remus mercilessly about it in the mornings, even though remus has no memory of it and denies everything.

when they’re alone in the hospital wing after a full moon, sirius will hold remus’ hand and sing softly to comfort him and help him sleep.

remus absolutely adores sirius' voice, and tries to get him to sing more, and in front of other people, but sirius is adamant that the only reason he sings to remus is because it helps soothe him, and his voice isn’t all that great.

his lack of self confidence about his voice is due to his parents constantly yelling at him to stop singing, because they said it was annoying and he didn’t have a good voice, and he believed them, and still does. It’s one of his biggest insecurities.

the first time they said they loved each other was actually an accident. they had gotten all caught up in planning a prank and sirius smirked and said, ‘aren’t i just the most creative person you’ve ever met?’, with a dramatic flip of his hair

remus just chuckled and replied, ‘that’s why I love you.’

remus didn’t even realise he’d said it out loud until he saw sirius staring at him with a dropped jaw.

then remus panicked, but before he could get up and leave, sirius grinned and said it back.

and then they kissed, obviously

remus may be tough and sarcastic and sirius may be proud and overconfident but they’re both big softies really

remus cheers sirius on at every single quidditch practice, come rain or shine

he says he’s just supporting his boyfriend, but secretly he thinks Sirius looks really good in that quidditch jersey

remus loves it when sirius wears eyeliner. no reason. just looks cool.

literally everyone had a bet on when they would get together. minnie and dumbledore, james and pete, lily and marlene, james and lily, james and dorcas...

james likes betting

there are frequent updates on their relationship in the staff room, because all of the teachers just know they're meant to be

the teachers had a field day when they first got together

madam pomfrey, especially, always sees them together in the hospital wing, and by fourth year, is their no1 shipper

they both get frequent nightmares, and will always comfort each other and cuddle after because they feel safe in each other’s arms.

literally the least toxic relationship ever. they’re both incredibly honest with each other, always talk to each other about how they feel, but also have that perfect balance of banter

if not soulmates, why moon and stars??

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mariamermaid · 3 years

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Lake Dreams

Sirius Black x reader

Summary: The summer holidays are just around the corner and together with your friends, you spent the day at the lake.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: some sneaky remarks here and there

A/N: Requested by @msmb! “Could I get a request with Sirius Black where he and the reader are like best best friends and they both like each other as more and everyone can tell but them. They go to the black lake with like Lily and James and Remus and Marlene and Peter and Sirius pushes her in and she drags him with her and they start making out in the lake?”

“It´s the last exam and you´re not even close to failing, sure you want to take the books with you?” You asked Lilly, who was packing as if the library had to fit into her bag, while you laid on the bed watching. Marlene´s head peaked out from the bathroom; “Y/n´s right, leave the books.”

“Oh, she will as soon as James starts flirting again”, you giggled. Only seconds later, you felt the hard book binding hit your head. “Merlin you´re done Evans!”

You jumped off the bed, armed with a thick white pillow, which was heavy enough to throw Lilly to the ground. Soft and angelic feathers started floating through the air and while Marlene joined in the fight, you all overheard the knock on the door.

It wasn´t until James, Sirius, Remus and Peter stood right in the door, when you noticed the four boys staring. Mouth little agape and eyes wide opened, only Sirius had the capacity to smirk.

While Lily and Marlene spent their breathing to calm down and hide any further blushes, you rolled your eyes.

“What are you staring at, Black? Jealous to never experience a pillow fight with any of us?”

His provoking smile didn´t drop though.

“Just tell me when you´re free, Y/N, we can spend as much time in bed as you want.”

You huffed and threw your bag into his arms. “For that comment, you get to carry my bag.”

James took Lilly´s bag without asking or hesitation, and you knew how heavy that thing was. You hadn´t even reached the black lake, when Sirius started complaining. Sighing, you took your bag back.

“Weak”, you mumbled under your breath and finally reached your all favorites spot.

Sirius wanted to argue once again, but Remus patted his shoulder stopping him from doing so.

Each of you took a towel and together you formed a nice circle for the group to gather. Marlene and you had prepared some snacks and Remus and Peter had carried an extra cooling box with refreshing drinks. James, Sirius and Peter didn´t waste any time and immediately made their way into the water.

“Boys”, Marlene shook her head, while she and Lilly shared a sun lotion.

“More like idiots”, you nodded agreeing at them. Remus placed himself in front of the sun and his shadow fell on your body. You lurked up to him, taking a hand to shield yourself from the light.

You had known Remus before even going to school, more so, you considered him family. He always had been in your life and your families often spent the holidays together.

“Still care for a little swim, Fairy?”

You chuckled at his nickname, an old tradition from the two of you.

“Always Moony.”

When you were little and Remus had transformed for the first time, he had been awfully anxious especially of your opinion. But little you, was nothing but jealous. Why did Remus get to be a wizard AND a werewolf? It was then simply decided that you wanted to be a fairy. The nickname lasted.

A little more far off from the three boys, who tried their best to push each other into the water, you swam away from the waterfront.

“How long do you think it´s gonna take until Lilly and James finally admit that they´re made to be with each other?” You asked after a while, Remus laughed softly.

“No idea, but you´re one to ask!”

You gasped surprised, splashing a little water into this face. “What do you mean by that?”

“What about your flirting with Sirius?”

“Flirting? It´s called joking, Moony.” You explained and watched how Remus shrugged.

“If you say so! But I´m sure, he wouldn´t mind, if you weren´t joking.”

You groaned in annoyance. “Yes, Remus, of course he wouldn´t mind. Because he is Sirius Black.”

Your friend chuckled again. “Well, you´re not wrong about that.”

He knew, that there was no way into making you admit something, you didn´t even believe yourself yet.

“What about the tomorrow’s exam, you ready?”

You had turned around, making your way back towards land. “I guess, I´ll re-read Lilly´s remarkable notes before bed again, should be enough. What about you though?”

“Same, I´m much more worried about our two troublemakers.”

You eyed James and Sirius, who had settled back on the towels next to Lilly, Marlene and Peter.

“That bad?”

Remus rose his eyebrow. “Let´s put it this way, they won´t get much sleep today, if they don´t want to fail.”

“Somehow, they always manage though, don´t they?"

“Sure, but at what cost?”

You laughed with Remus and shortly after, you had reached the land again. James was making jokes to make Lilly giggle and while Marlene and Peter exchanged slightly annoyed glances, Sirius had watched you and Remus. His jaw was tensed and he knew he shouldn´t feel the jealousy over your friendship, but so often he wished you´d talk to him the same way.

Sure, the two of you liked teasing and joking, but there was this yearning to know more. Know your thoughts and dreams and as much as he tried, he never got close enough. Something always made the two of you act differently around each other…

You felt the cool drops of water running down your skin as you laid down on your towel, the sun shining hot on your back. The mere shadow of your own arms shielding your face, while a soft summer breeze began drying you off. Your group of friends continued talking and laughing, but soon enough you felt yourself drifting off. The past couple of weeks, you had all spent more time in the library than any of you liked. The constant reminder of stressful exam phase had drained a lot of energy, a little break was more than welcomed.

You didn´t know for how long you had fallen asleep, but when you woke up again, the sun had already began settling. You yawned and brushed off sleep from your face.

“Ah Y/n, glad to see you´re finally walking with the living again”, James exclaimed. You scrunched your nose, but a small smile was on your lips as well.

“How long was I out?”

“More than an hour”, Lilly explained, her expression a little more worried. On the other hand, she knew well enough, how her own body ached for a little more sleep.

“By Merlin´s beard, that felt good though!” You admitted and the group erupted in laughter.

You stretched as a second yawn escaped your lips.

“But I think I need a last cool down before heading back, the sun tried to roast me!”

“Good thing I put some sunscreen on your back, while you were peacefully napping!” Marlene grinned. “Oh, you did? I thought that was just a dream.”

Marlene rolled her eyes. “You owe me, I saved you from terrible sunburn!”

“Yes, after I advised you to do so”, Lilly interrupted.

“Well, I had to do it before Sirius would!”

Your brows furrowed in confusion after you scanned the group again. “Where is Sirius anyways?”

Peter pointed with his head towards the small jetty, which laid a little to the side.

“All alone?” You wondered and James shrugged.

“Maybe he tries to remember what tomorrows exam was about?”

You huffed, throwing your towel at the curly head, before leaving the group. Luckily, you were already too far away, when James snickered again.

“Three gallons that it´s gonna happen.”

Peter and Remus leaned in. “Nope, I don´t feel like it´s going to be today”, Peter shook his head. Remus observed, how you approached Sirius. “Maybe.”

“All alone, Padfoot?”

Sirius flinched barely noticeable, he hadn´t heard you approaching. His feet were dangling in the cooling water, while his eyes had focused on the horizon.

“You must´ve dreamed of me, you slept so peacefully.”

“I dreamed of our holidays and no exams, in case you actually wondered!”

“Don´t remind me of it”, he replied and sighed heavily. You shrugged reluctant.

“It´s only one left, then just a few days and we all can go home and dream of you.”

He stayed serious and you felt a concern raising.

“Are you okay? It´s not just the exam is it?”

Sirius carefully glanced at you, then back at the lake. You knew him well enough to tell when there was more. “No, it´s not.”

His expression was easily read for you and you already guessed, what his worries were about.

“You should just stay at James´s, they´re not even worth it.”

Finally, Sirius looked back at you. “I don´t want to burden them again, I already spent Christmas at James´s.” Shocked by his statement, you gasped.

“Sirius, you are not a burden! Not for James or anyone!” But then your voice became softer again.

“I´m sure you can spend the holidays at my place as well.”

He rose his eyebrow, surprised. “Really?”

“Sure! I just need to persuade my parents, that they won´t become grandparents!”

He chuckled and you noticed his shoulders relaxing as well.

“Just to clarify; we´d make the most beautiful babies”, he added grinning. Playfully, you punched his shoulder. “So, that´s what you´re dreaming of, huh?”

Then you felt Sirius hands grabbing your side and your weight shifting. However, you held onto his arms and as you felt the water embracing your body, you dragged him in as well.

“You should be punished for pushing me into the water!” You exclaimed when the two of you reached the surface again. “I was; you dragged me with!”

“Someone had to drag you out of that dream!”

The two of you started splashing water around, erupting in a hose fight like children would. You were satisfied, knowing it took off his mind and truthfully, yours as well. You didn´t have to act like adults, not knowing enough about that life anyways, and for once, you could simply be yourself.

Sirius was prevailing and you felt as the ground beneath your feet deepened, until you couldn´t stand anymore. Now you had to swim in order to stay above the surface, Sirius grinned in knowing victory. But then he shifted his weight, gliding through the water until reaching you. Of course, he could still stand due to his height difference.

“I can´t let you drown, can I?” He asked whispering and his arms embraced your hips to pull you closer to him. In the setting sun his skin had a golden tint and his beautiful eyes glistened like honey.

It felt like a dream.

You didn´t think about your actions, letting your body react on it´s own. Your hand reaching up around his neck and your legs hugging around his waist. Sirius leaned a little down until his lips finally brushed against yours. Wet from the lake water, but warm and welcoming. As much as his heart was beating in flurry in his chest, you didn´t push him away. Your hands cupped his face to pull him even closer, your lips opening to deepen the kiss. It was like a dream finally coming true.

#sirius black oneshot #Sirius Black #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #ben barnes #harry potter imagine #mariamermaidimagine

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friendofhayley · 3 years

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Monthly shout-out to every fanfic creator for all fandoms! Thank you for posting your talent for free and making our fandoms a more creative place. <3 This fic rec includes 12 fics from One Direction, Harry Potter, and Teen Wolf fandoms.

Larry (One Direction)

1. Praise the Mutilated World by @eeveelou, @creamcoffeelou | dystopian AU - A/B/O - on par with Hunger Games for dystopian world/plot - maybe its the feminism but I saw some parallels between governing of vagina-welders and omegas - 106k

It was August when everything changed.

By October, the leaves changed, and so did Louis’ heart.

2. i'll be someone who won't be forgotten by @socialiststyles | oof oof oof this hit close to home (for Sagittariuses) - love confessions - friends to strangers to lovers - angst with a happy ending - 27k

"I’m just—" (Harry hiccups) "there’s a lot here."

And – yeah. There are oceans between them and mountain ranges surrounding them and Louis can feel tectonic plates shifting beneath his unsteady feet, pulling them further and further apart by the heartbeat. There are countries of distance, but there are pages and maps and textbooks of shared histories, moments documented and carefully filed away and Louis can’t remember thinking complete thoughts before he thought of Harry.

3. Send Me Your Pillow (The One That You Dream On) by @lesbianiconharrystyles | this was so soft and lovely - gAyBO - omega/omega - fluff and anxiety - 1k

Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.

4. falling, catching by tsuneni | light academia - first time - strangers to lovers - creatives in love - 23k

Harry’s jotting down some more notes when he feels a thud on his right shoulder. He doesn’t flinch, thank God, because when he turns his head to the right his suspicions are confirmed. The boy has fallen asleep on Harry’s shoulder.

When Harry lets out the breath he had been holding, the sleeping boy pushes his nose further into the burgundy fabric of Harry’s sweater, and wraps his arm around Harry’s waist.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

Wolfstar (Harry Potter)

5. I Tried Writing Your Name In The Rain, But It Never Came, So I Used The Sun Instead by @lenscribbles | I loved that Remus was a POC and his Syrian mother is amazing - friends to lovers - mutual pining - and nothing bad happens to them ever in the future :) - 12k

Don’t get Remus wrong. He loves his friends, he does! Loves them to the moon and back in fact. They’re his people, his favorite part of everyday, his found family. He’d do anything for them. But the thing is that doesn’t take away from the very simple fact that his friends are fucking ridiculous. Remus knows this, has known it for five years now. But it doesn’t stop him from startling awake on the morning of his sixteenth birthday surprised by the sound of fireworks exploding in their dormitory and a raucous chorus of “Happy birthday Moony!” being shouted into his ear with jaunty gusto.

“You are wicked, wicked wizards,” Remus moans from where he refuses to get up on his bed, covering his face with his hands, a good call on his end considering that the very next moment he feels a cascade of confetti pouring all over him. “The worst of the worst! You deserve to rot in Azkaban!”

“Oh how you flatter us Moonykins,” Sirius croons, pulling him up while James and Peter begin a frankly awful rendition of For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow.

6. Our Destiny in the Stars by orphan_account | non-magical AU - body insecurity issues - trans Sirius - amputee Remus - 11k

Having no luck in the dating field, and insecure about his body, Remus checks out a dating website which offers the users the opportunity to get to know a person before seeing what they look like. It's during this time he meets Sirius, an enthusiastic teacher--and they immediately click. When they agree to meet, Remus sees a photo of Sirius and immediately panics. He's too good looking to ever be interested in someone like Remus. What the tawny-haired man doesn't know, is Sirius has already checked him out online and has fallen head over heels for the adorable editor.

Drarry (Harry Potter)

7. Old Magic (series) by @mystickitten42 | Drarry runs away together pree-HBP - very realistic getting-together - Narcissa is the GOAT - poor Sirius stuck in the middle - 2+ parts

Harry is undeniably numb. Still reeling from the sudden death of his godfather, he’s back at the Dursleys and everything seems hopeless. One day bleeds into the next. But, as they say, nature abhors a vacuum…

Draco is unimpressed. The Dark Lord and his infernal giant snake have taken over Malfoy Manor and he’s confined to his rooms. He feels like a prisoner and it’s just not right. He’s a Malfoy. Itching for confrontation he decides to go visit Harry Potter.

Things don’t go according to plan.

8. The Importance of Being Draco Malfoy (series) by @upon-poppyhills | this is just great, I love that without memories Draco is without prejudice - Harry goes from suspicious to denial to crushing - brief but wonderful Draco/Justin Finch-Fletchley - I can't wait for everyone to find out about Draco's head - 3+ parts

The answer to the age-old question, "What if instead of a scratch on the arm, Buckbeak had stomped on Draco's head instead and caused tragic memory loss?"

It was a truth universally acknowledged that the path to reforming a Slytherin prince never did run smooth.

9. Dear Cousin, Love Regulus by @xx-thedarklord-xx, @llap115 | I confused this with another fic so I never read it until now and it's THE BEST - Drarry talk like dark academia boys sometimes - I'm so glad Draco had Regulus T.T - when he meets the Regulus portrait!! *screams* - 86k

As the sole Malfoy heir, Draco understood that his path was set long before his birth; who to be, how to act and what his choices should be. What he had not counted on was the power of outside influences. Letters from his deceased cousin caused him to realize that he did have choices, starting with the choice to be someone else, to be who he wanted to be. The road to self-discovery was difficult and navigating that path in the shadow of Harry Potter was its own challenge but maybe, just maybe, his friends would help him along the way. And he would owe it all to Regulus Black.

10. bury the dead where they're found by @rocketdocket | THIS FIC is the ultimate found family fic - sometimes people prefer the closet and that's awesome! - PTSD and suicidal thoughts - queer people are just better than the straights, sorry not sorry - 52k

The war is over. Or at least, that's how it feels for everyone else. But not for Harry. He can't escape the memories and the nightmares of the war, or his guilt about those who died for him. While all he wants is to be alone, finding a family in the most unlikely of places may be just what he needs.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

11. A Californian Werewolf in New York by @dancinbutterfly, knight_changes | I love that Oz from Buffy is just there - friends to lovers - bottom Derek - misunderstandings - 16k

When Derek finally realizes that there's nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home.

12. (they say) this should feel something like fire by dallisons | mental and physical trauma - Boyd & Stiles friendship - dream!Erica - rebuilding - 11k

"Turn it off." The pack looked up, stunned into silence by the first words they'd heard from him in weeks.

Stiles stood, trembling - his knees weak. He tried to run and collapsed, his bad leg failing him once again. Derek caught him. "Turn it off," he said, his voice unmistakably a growl.

The water continued leaking from the loose faucet, and all Stiles heard was Erica's blood against the concrete. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.

#hljournal #drarry #wolfstar #sterek #monthly fic rec #multifandom fic rec #july fic rec #fic rec #larry stylinson #larrie hijinks

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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WOLFFE I AM SO PROUD OF YOU, CONGRATS ON 400, YOU DESERVE IT, ABSOLUTELY AMAZING

ILYSM, YOU ARE INCREDIBLE WOLFFE :)))

*clears throat*

mkay so now that i have gotten the image limit maxed out on this ask thingy, here’s the next thing:

i know i already sent in one of these (but i really like what you have to say about them because it’s always so soft and sweet 🥺), and i’ve been in the feels for mr. dark and broody, or better known as bandana…

so…

hunter + cuddling???

i really just-

i need hunter cuddles :) 🥰

aNYWAYS, ONCE AGAIN, ilysm, you are so sweet and kind, and i have no idea where i would be without you my dear wolffe :)

oh, one more thing!

mar is sending you some algae pies!!! they are quite delicious, and we hope you enjoy them!!

lots of love & spells,

moony & mar

celebrate with me ✨

AKSKAJS LUNITA MI VIDAA THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSO MUCH 🥺♥️ bestie you're the best of the best I swear. i love you so much my sweets. I have no idea what I would do without you<3 sending u (and mar my darling) all the love.

SO HUNTER + CUDDLING.

i think cuddling with hunter is mostly like. the normal cuddling? like. i mean. he likes it more when you're resting your head on his chest, lazily stroking your back or playing with your hair, he likes to kiss your head, the smell of your shampoo always grounds him.

sometimes you two have pillow talks, hushed words spoken and little laughs leave your lips.

it's in the dead of the night, in the silence filled with the hyperdrive, when he feels the most comfortable with you, where he spills a few secrets and things he never thought saying out loud.

even when he sleeps, his hold on you is tight, afraid you might slip away.

sometimes he closes his eyes, in a fruitless attempt of falling asleep because he can feel your eyes on him. he doesn't open them when he says,

"staring is considered impolite." it's a whisper, voice sounding rough and sending a shiver down your spine.

you smile, tracing the outline of his tattoo.

"I just happen to like my view." you murmur, the gentlest of smiles appearing in his face and you move just enough to kiss the spot where his tattoo ends in his jaw.

he hums.

"your view is trying to sleep." you laugh, a little sound you try to hush because you don't want to wake anyone. you know how light everyone's sleep is.

"be my guest, then." it is then, when he opens his eyes, finding yours a second after and even in the darkness, you can see how they shine with emotion.

"can't do if you're looking at me like that." you frown, a smile betraying your serious confusion. he kisses your forehead.

"you can't even see me."

"but I can feel you."

"how am I looking at you then, bandana?" your voice is a tease, and if it were any other moment he'd tell you to please, stop spending so much time with cid.

his response is delayed, as he tries to commit to memory how you look right then, in the faint light of the ship, and even then you look like glowing, he searches for something else too, something that might tell him he shouldn't say the next words, but then again, you're looking at him like that.

"like you love me."

you take a moment to process his words, cinnamon eyes anticipating your answer and when you give him a smile, he mimics the expression.

"it's because I do, silly."

#its so funny that somehow my hcs always end up turning into drabbles #WELP #sorry i cant help it #aLSO MOONY MY LOVE #thank you so much for this ask<3 #and for your support and love and everything #i love u to the moon and back #moony 🌙#hunter x reader #ari answers #400 followers celebration #hcs with ari #ALSO THANK MAR FOR THE PIES #they were delicious thank you

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Here’s a prompt from the tag! “ Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.” bc I have a feeling Remis would be the type to end up eating Sirius’ dessert instead of his bc he doesn’t know what to order but Sirius knows his taste dkfjsjaha

~Notes: Oh no baby! I read this wrong, thinking it was Person A ordering for them instead because Person B didn’t know what they wanted.... And well this came out-- I can totally write a different prompt though to match this one! Just LMK! <3 <3

Send Me A Prompt | Reblogs are like the tastiest dessert!!

Remus pads softly into his and Sirius’s room, a mug of steaming Darjeeling in hand and clad only in a his robe as he gazes longingly at the sleeping form of his partner for nearing on three years now.

The early morning sun pans across the wide expanse of Sirius’s shoulders, and dips into the planes and valleys of his muscular torso and angular face. Lying there, with his dark hair fanning the pillow and the blanket slung lazily around his hips, he looks like some sort of fallen angel. Beautiful and remote and impossible to touch by sullied hands that aren’t half as sacred. It makes his heart thud an uneven staccato when he remembers that he’s his— Sirius chose Remus, Sirius loves Remus— Maybe even nearly as much as Remus has always loved him.

How remarkable of a revelation indeed.

Gingerly, Remus sets down his tea and crawls back into bed with Sirius, insides thrilling when the dark haired boy subconsciously snakes his arms around him and curves around Remus’s body like so many times before, so often that Remus reckons it’s become by rote, an ingrained response to whenever they’re in close proximity to one another.

With a quiet laugh, Remus stretches around, begins peppering Sirius’s chest and abs and the space surrounding his cock with tender kisses, slowly rousing him to wakening the way Sirius always appreciates after a night of patrols for the Auror’s academy. And as usual, it doesn’t take long at all for Sirius to begin moaning out appreciative sighs, thrusting languorously for the warmth of his mouth, making Remus chuckle as he tugs down his pants, and kisses the length of him, peering up to watch as Sirius’s gorgeous, gray eyes flutter open.

“Wh— Moony?” He says in a peculiarly squeaky voice that Remus can’t ever remember slipping out of his mouth.

“Yes— Problem, Paddy?”

Another discontent, borderline terrified noise rumbles in his throat, and before Remus could even ask what’s got his boyfriend acting like he’s touched in the head, the door to their flat flings open none too gently, and it’s an irate looking James who storms into the bedroom— fists clenched and jaw set as he glares daggers into the face of his practical brother.

“You’re dead Potter!” Is all he shouts before madness ensues— Madness that’s James’s flying fists for Sirius’s face, Peter’s choked laughter flowing in from the other room, and a Lily who looks stuck between horrified and amused

And Remus is so fucking bewildered as he slides off of his boyfriend to avoid any untoward hits accidentally aimed his way.

“Lily?” he presses expectantly, but is totally unsurprised when all she replies with is a bout of uninhibited cackles.

Fifteen minutes, a magically healed split lip, and a physically restrained pair of animagi later, finds the ragtag group of friends surrounding the kitchen Island while a terse James and enraged Sirius are explaining what had happened the previous night. Namely, them getting hexed by a sour faced old bint with a Guinness in hand, after Sirius had driven his motorbike through her rosebushes.

“You guys got bested by a drunk hag!” Peter guffaws for the third time in a singular minute, clutching at his stomach while his body wracks with a continuous stream of laughter

“I will singe your bollocks off Wormtail,” Sirius seethes from Remus’s left— Except no, it’s not Sirius. It’s James, his best mate James who’s now inhabiting the body of his lover. And God how strange of a fucking turn of events. It’s seriously unnerving. He’s just standing their, all too familiar arms crossed against his chest and thick brows furrowed. And God, Remus really wishes he wouldn’t do that— worry on his bottom lip mid snarl. It’s such a quintessentially Sirius thing to do. a look Remus knows well. One that Remus would always coax away with a gentle kiss and a hand carding through his hair and—

“Oof!”

He glances over to where Sirius— wearing James’s face— is glowering at him with pure irritation after having elbow checked him. “Eyes front and center Lupin!”

Remus flushes, glancing over at Lily since she out of everyone here could understand his plight. But of course she’s only snickering to herself in her cup of coffee, the trader.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Just because ’s my body doesn’t mean you get to give another bloke the come hither eyes!” Sirius fumes, a sneer caught on his features that Remus never thought the face of the easy going James Potter could ever conjure. “Crikey, it’s plenty that you decided to give him a full on show already.”

“How was I to know this would happen!” Remus sputters the same time James defends that they even barely started, which of course made Peter fall over on his chair with pure delight and Lily walking over to the kettle so she can hide her own laughter.

“Lucky you,” Sirius snipes back, glaring darkly at James and snatching Remus’s hand to interlock with his— erm James’s?— own on his lap.

Remus is so totally fucked.

Graciously, Professor McGonagall— who told the graduating Gryffindor class of 78 to always reach out if they ever needed help with a strangely wet glint in her eyes— Replies to the pleading missive Remus had sent almost immediately, giving Remus the proper instructions to reverse the jinx and wishing him and Lily the best for the impending tribulations about to befall them.

“She’s totally loving this,” James mumbles moodily as Lily massages his head. And Merlin, is that a strange sight— Lily not only deigning to touch Sirius at all, but look at him sympathetically on top of that. Remus has to constantly remind himself of the body swap before his ridiculous envy begins carving at his insides when James only looks appreciatively back up at her, a gentle, open expression painted over his face that is ordinarily reserved for Remus and Remus alone.

“God this is weird,” Lily tells him, slowly inching away and sitting besides Remus instead. “I usually can’t stand even the sight of Black, and now I’ve got to treat him like the bloke I’m in love with.”

“That’s not what you said this morning Evans,” Sirius goads from Remus’s other end, suddenly reverting back to looking like the James of fifth year— when he was still too cocky for his own good and still didn’t understand how much it made Lily want to hex him to hell for it. “I actually think I recall a lot of back robs and straddling action this morning.”

Lily casts him a look that would absolutely scorch lesser beings, and Remus reasons that his own glower is emulating the same energy because Sirius quickly presses their foreheads together and squeezes Remus’s hand between both of his own in silent repentance. “I knocked her off once i realized it wasn’t you love.”

“Didn’t even bother to aim for the bed you absolute sod.”

“It was fight or flight while you had your grubby little hands all over me Evans!” Sirius airily sniffs.

“Oh I’ll show you grubby little hands!” Lily seethes, pouncing forwards right when Sirius hides behind Remus’s back.

“Children,” Remus intones, beyond over it. “Did you all not realize the massive problem with this little mishap.”

“You mean besides dealing with James’s pitiful little knob.” Sirius asks, faux owlish.

“You touch my knob Black and I swear to God I’ll shave off all your hair.” James snipes, which really isn’t all that fair considering how Sirius doesn’t even care about his perfect locks half as much as Remus does.

“Bloody hell! That’s brilliant!” Peter squawks from the loveseat, absolutely glowing. “James, you think you can get Moony’s name tattooed on his arse.”

James’s face goes sly, Remus’s favorite smirk toying the edges of his lips and his stormy eyes glinting with mirth that Remus only ever sees on his boyfriend’s face before a prank or while Remus is undressing in front of him.

“What did I say about that look Moony!” Sirius shouts, scathing and skewering him with a look James only ever employed as Head Boy on the third year students stupid enough to get caught while trying to pull off a prank.

“Erm— Ahem.” Remus adjusts himself in his seat, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Yes well, that is rather besides the point.”

“So what is the point, Rem,” Lily asks smugly, and Remus absolutely hates how much she’s enjoying this. She should be suffering just as much as him for the sake of Circe.

“Well didn’t you have that lunch date set up with your older sister and her husband for today?” Remus points out, a mutinous little part of him preening at how her face goes a sickly sort of pale at the reminder. Finally someone is as ill over this as he is.

“Oh bloody shite! You’re right! And Professor McGonagall said that this incantation can only be done at night, the same time as it was originally cast!”

“We’re not in school anymore Evans, you can just call her McGonagall. Or Minnie if you’re so inclined.”

“Shut the fuck up Black!” Lily shrieks, and Remus can’t help but unfavorably liken her to a banshee. “I promised Petunia that I’d see her before she leaves on holiday tomorrow! And she bloody hates Black!”

“nasty harpy.”

“What are we going to do!”

“Erm— Well maybe you can explain to her the switch up?” Peter offers, always meek in the face of Lily’s wrath.

“She already thinks I’m a freak for being a witch Peter! I can’t bring James looking like that and expect her to be fine with it!”

“Most people would consider James having upgraded,” Sirius argues.

“The tattoo will be bright pink I reckon,” James muses loudly to himself, pretending not to have heard Sirius. “A nice contrast to your pasty white arse don’t you think Padfoot?”

Sirius bares his teeth at him and Remus feels an impending migraine while Lily continues to lament the idiocy of their boyfriends.

Remus idly contemplates how normal his life could’ve been if he had fought harder with the sorting hat to be placed into Ravenclaw. It would be a much less wonderful existence, to be sure, but it’d be so blessedly normal. Remus would probably have gone steady with that Hufflepuff prefect, Andre, and they would probably still be together. And Andre didn’t have a best friend who he got into insane and improbable situations with, so Remus definitely wouldn’t have been forced to do this. To be forced to go to lunch with his best friend’s wizard hating sister and her pug faced husband and not look longingly over the table at the face of his other best friend where the love of his life is inhabiting his body.

Jesus, is Remus’s life confusing as fuck.

“I need to take a pis— Oof, I mean. I have to use the gents,” Sirius declares as everyone’s entrees are being served, giving a pointed glance to Remus. And he supposes he should talk to him about that, how incredibly obvious Sirius can be when he’s flustered and isn’t trying to show it.

Five minutes after his boyfriend, Remus leaves to meet him in the first open stall, finally feeling less wrong footed for the first time today when Sirius takes him into his unfamiliar arms.

“I’m going to stab my eyes out with a fork Moony!” He hisses, and it’s odd how alien his face— James’s face— is to him. How Remus has never spent the time to memorize the precise slope of his nose, or the shape to his lips. How Remus can’t understand what it means when he squints his left eye or when he flares his nostrils with a slight curl to his mouth. But Remus does recognize the way Sirius has always grabbed his hips in that desperate way when he’s fed up, and how he always presses his nose to the curls behind Remus’s ear when he needs to be grounded. And it’s a bit awkward now that they’re the same height instead of Sirius needing to stoop slightly, and how Sirius now smells like that pricy cologne that James has always sprits with gusto. But it’s familiar enough to make Remus’s shoulders relax from the tension sown through them all day, and breathe out with relief with how the pair of them still understand one another with an innate sort of knowing.

Gingerly, Remus wraps his arms around Sirius’s now less defined torso, and they stand their, tangled into one another amidst the hush settling over them.

“Oi! You berks!” James hisses from the doorway all too soon, clambering inside and stomping his feet. “I swear to Merlin if you pricks are fucking inside there!”

“Don’t worry Jamie, I’d never put my Moons through the indignity of dealing with that after he’s had me,” Sirius jeers, preening when James replies by throwing something hard against the doorway.

“C’mon you idiot,” Remus sighs, tugging on a lowly chuckling Sirius as they meet James by the exit of the loo.

“I’ve had three different birds sliding their numbers into my trousers on my way here alone,” James complains, shuffling foot to foot and looking more awkward than Sirius ever has. “It’s obscene.”

“It’s the life of the beautiful,” Sirius corrects as Remus swaths his hand away from his arse.

“I’d rather not have Petunia getting a heart attack when she sees her sister’s boyfriend copping a feel of another bloke,” he chides before looping his arm through James’s and begins strolling back to the table.

The rest of the lunch is thankfully uneventful, but as stilted as expected, filled with Sirius needing to be kicked in the shin every time he starts gazing absentmindedly at Remus, and Lily flickering her eyes over to James disappointedly while he pouts at her with Sirius’s best puppy dog eyes. And Every time Petunia starts eyeing them all as if they’re all fucking each other behind the scenes, Remus clumsily changes the topic to the weather or how lovely her engagement ring is or asking Vernon about bloody drills— Even if all he wants to do is reach across the table and hold Sirius’s hand.

But thankfully, it all seems to be going along decently enough— That is until the waiter comes around to take their orders and spends a little too long leering at Remus, asking if he’d like a cinnamon roll on the house.

“He’d like a slice of the chocolate fudge cake and he has a boyfriend that probably wouldn’t appreciate the extra service.” Sirius growls out, specs gone askew and dark knuckles paling from where he’s clutching his spoon vindictively.

The waiter only smiles at him, shrugging in that what can you do kind of way before dashing off to place the orders in with the kitchen.

“Hmm,” Petunia levels him with a glance, unimpressed looking. “So James.”

It takes a beat too long for Sirius to respond and Remus silently curses his every damn star.

“Erm, yes Petunia.”

“How long have you been fucking my sister’s friend behind her back?”

Lily goes shellshocked and James looks ill while Remus sinks lower in his seat, trying to force Sirius to get it together through his eye contact alone.

“Hah— Wow, you’ve been watching those silly Muggle dramas have you Petunia.” Sirius says in a mangled tone of voice, but of course that’s the precise wrong thing to have said.

With matching red faces and spluttering words of indignation— a few curses thrown in for good measure— Petunia and her husband rise from their seats and make a hasty retreat to their car towards the back of the building.

“Oh Christ,” Lily groans, jumping up to sprint after them— but not without swinging a perfectly aimed cuff to the back of Sirius’s porcupine head. “I’ll hex you once you’re out of my boyfriend’s sodding body Black!”

“I understand Evans!” He calls after her before swinging his head over to James and Remus with a mischievous grin. “We tried didn’t we?”

“You just couldn’t keep your bloody jealous temper in check,” James scolds with no real heat.

“Oi! And what about you lusting over Lily so blatantly you tosser! It was revolting.”

“Yeah, well maybe you’ll remember that next time you’re gazing at Moony’s arse out in public you mongrel.”

Exhausted, Remus just rises and tells them to stay behind and make sure Lily’s alright. “I need a bath and some quiet.”

“Can I join,” Sirius pouts. “I miss you.”

“Only once you’re my Sirius again,” Remus instructs, brooking no arguments before he finds a safe place to apparate, telling himself that he deserves an entire bottle of that cheap merlot they bought last weekend.

#REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #WOLFSTAR #SIRIUSXREMUS #REMUSXSIRIUS #MARAUDERS #HARRY POTTER SERIES #spilt ink #I feel bad I didn't post a Remus Bday FIC tho #rip #sorry angel child o'mine

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