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Could you write Remus being in a bad mood before the full moon and snapping at everyone, but gets all soft when gf reader is near
thanks for requesting! hope you like it!
pairing: Remus x reader
description: Remus is irritable before the full moon, his senses heightened and his temper short… but one person soothes him even when the rest of the world is anything but soothing.
tags: fluffy fluff, established relationship, gn, wolfstar if you squint, (can you tell how much i love sirius even when i’m not writing a sirius fic? oops)
word count: 1.4k
In the quiet, calm common room, where various groups of students sat lounging or studying, where the crackling fire filled the room with a glowing warmth, Remus Lupin sat with his mind in a frenzy, his emotions on a rollercoaster, his body simultaneously restless and aching. It was the night before the full moon, and in a lifelong string of bad ones, this one was particularly bad. His skin felt electric, his mood even more so.
He was planning to retire to his dorm room as soon as — and he meant as fucking soon as — the assignment sprawled on the table in front of him was finished. It was a partnered project. And it was due tomorrow. James — unlucky enough to be his partner — sat on the floor on the other side of the table, sick of the homework and even more sick of his best mate. His best mate whom he loved… his best mate who’d always be there for him… he kept reminding himself when all he could notice was his best mate who snapped at him every three seconds… his best mate who kept losing his place in the project, prolonging the miserable experience each time.
“I think if we just add the bit here about defensive spells at the end, it should be good enough,” he suggests in desperation.
“Didn’t we already go over that part?” Remus shoots. “I know ‘good enough’ is perfectly acceptable when you partner with Padfoot, but I’d rather not let one stupid assignment tank the marks I’ve been working for all bloody term.”
“I’m sitting right here, Moony,” Sirius says from beside him without even looking over, used to Remus’s meanness the days before the transformation.
“Yes, the constant distractions to James’s already fickle attention span are reminder enough of that, thanks.”
“Bloody hell you’re bitchy, Moony,” James defends himself, starting to seriously lose his patience. “You’re the one who keeps getting all jittery and losing his place, mate! We’d’ve finished an hour ago otherwise!”
“I —” Remus starts but doesn’t continue, running his hands through his hair in frustration. After a second, a group of first year girls in a nearby corner starts giddily screaming and laughing, and Remus visibly flinches then looks at them murderously. “Fucking hell, have they never heard of ‘inside voices’? Nothing they could’ve just said could possibly that exciting.”
“Alright, moody,” Sirius, more adept at dealing with Remus’s moods than James, finally turns to him. “How about you stop staring daggers at the happy children and focus on your shit so you two can finally finish?”
“But they’re so bloody loud,” Remus complains, his senses on overdrive driving him mad. He rolls his eyes at them, and when they let out another fit of loud giggling, his expression suggests he’s considering going over to ask them —politely, he surely thinks — to keep it down. Sirius chuckles but smacks Remus with a cushion to distract him before he inadvertently makes a group of little girls cry. Better Remus takes it out on him and James than strangers, he thinks. Remus not so gently shoves Sirius in response.
“What the hell, Pads?! I feel like my skin is on fucking fire, and you, you what? want a pillow fight? Why is everyone behaving like eleven year old girls?”
“Well,” Sirius responds with utter calm, “They’re acting like eleven year old girls because they are, Moons. I’m acting like an eleven year old girl because being giddy with your mates transcends age and gender, and you… well, you’re acting like an eleven year old girl because it’s your time of the month, darling.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“No, you are. But we’ll suffer you anyway, right Prongs?”
James grunts and gives a half-hearted, “yeah, yeah.” Remus rolls his eyes but cools off a bit. He goes back to the assignment for a few minutes.
“Pads, no offense, mate, but can you go sit over there?” he asks, nodding at the armchair next to the sofa.
“Rude.”
“It’s just… you’re… you’re really hot,” Remus says, his voice tinged with something like embarrassment. Sirius gasps and brings his hand to his chest in mock-scandal.
“Moony! I didn’t know you felt this way about me.” He laughs. In a whisper, he jokes, “Does Y/N know?” Remus just glares at him. “Because you’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” He wriggles his eyebrows at Remus. Remus just shoves him again, this time more playfully, and Sirius gives him space.
“Thanks. It’s like my senses are all ten times keener.”
After another painful while of working, Remus registers the common room door opening and closing, and a moment later loud laughter reaches his ears. James and Sirius turn to him in concern, thinking he’s going to snap again. But he doesn’t.
You and Lily, still laughing loudly together, come over to the boys. You plop down next to Remus and all but lay on top of him with an exaggerated exhale. Okay, now they’re certain he’ll snap at the contact. But he doesn’t.
“I’m soo tired,” you say. And when you notice Sirius and James’ wide eyes staring at you in horror, you add, “What?,” looking around confusedly.
Remus’s arms wrap themselves around you, he nuzzles into your jumper, breathing you in, and he says, “Godric, I’m happy to see you, love.”
James and Sirius’ expressions relax, James rolling his eyes and Sirius just chuckling. You don’t even notice, your attention fully on Remus now. You wrap your arms around him in turn and start running your hand up and down his back.
“You okay, Rem?” you whisper.
“No,” James answers before Remus can say anything. “He’s being a complete twat.” You laugh and look down at him in your arms.
“That true?” In response, he just buries his head in the crook of your neck, hiding. You feel him give an affirmative “hmm.” You turn back to your other friends, saying, “Well, lads, I’m sure he’s very sorry.”
“Yeah, yeah,” says James with a scowl that looks suspiciously like suppressed laughter. Sirius gathers their stuff and, pulling James off the floor, says, “Let’s give the lovebirds some space. You can finish this in the morning.”
It’s just you and Remus on the sofa now, cuddling in the quiet, one of your hands soothingly scratching his scalp, the other rubbing his back.
“I have something for you,” you tell him. His eyes droopy from your ministrations, he looks up at you and quirks an eyebrow. When you scoot a bit away from him to grab your bag, he whines dramatically and pulls you back to him. “Relax, I’m right here,” you laugh, settling in again. “Here,” you say as you hand him a chocolate bar. He giggles in response.
“Thanks, sweetheart. I went through the rest of my stash this weekend.”
“I know,” you smirk at him. He nuzzles into your shoulder again.
“You always take such good care of me,” he whispers, giving your shoulder a kiss.
“You take care of me too, Rem. Just in different ways.” Your hand comes up to caress his cheek, and you kiss his forehead before settling yours against it.
“I love you.” A squeeze.
“I love you too.” A chaste peck.
After a minute, you stop running your hands through his hair.
“Please don’t stop,” he pleads. “You have no idea what you do to me.” You cheekily quirk an eyebrow at him.
He chuckles lowly but says, “Not like that.” A beat; he smirks. “Well, like that too,” he chuckles again. “But right now I just mean you… I don’t know… you soothe me, I guess. All of me.” He looks a bit more serious now. “James wasn’t wrong. I’ll apologize later. But it’s been driving me absolutely mad all day.” He sighs, and you know he means the upcoming transformation. “But when I’m with you, it’s like the world slows down to normal again. Better than normal, actually, since you’re with me.” He gives you an adoring smile, holding your hand and drawing circles on the back of it. “You soothe all my senses, Y/N.” He kisses the back of your hand. “And my soul,” he adds.
“Remus,” you whine lovingly. “Stop. You’re going to make me cry. And I can never say such beautiful things to you.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he says genuinely. “Just be with me.” He pulls you closer again, and you continue your comforting gestures.
“That I can do,” you say, and he smiles with all the warmth you feel, gives you a lingering kiss, and settles back into your arms.
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evanesco — word count: 699
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Lately, Sirius has been spending a quite embarrassing amount of time staring at his most recent purchase. He takes the small black box he keeps hidden in his makeup bag and stares at it in admiration and excitement. He imagines what it’ll feel like to finally propose. What will Remus think about it? Will he like it? Will he wear it every day? Will he stare at it the way Sirius is staring at it now, imagining what it’ll look like on Remus’ finger?
Sirius has been so taken by fantasising about his boyfriend that he hasn’t noticed said boyfriend has come back earlier.
“What’re you doing, love?” Remus asks casually.
Sirius is startled. So fucking startled that, panicking, he murmurs an evanesco and makes the little box and the ring disappear.
“What did you just vanish?” Remus asks, this time with amusement in his voice.
“Nothing.” Sirius is shaking. He almost ruined everything.
“Should I be concerned?”
“No– No, I— It’s nothing.”
He's stumbling on his words. Great. Now Remus will think he has some dark, deep secret.
“Sirius,” Remus takes a step forward, clearly concerned. “Are you ashamed of something? What did you just hide? I wouldn’t judge you for whatever it is, you know that, right?”
“I— yeah, sure. It wasn’t that— it was just— can we not talk about it, please?”
Remus frowns. He looks suspicious and amused at the same time.
“Was it porn?” he asks then, raising an eyebrow. The little menace.
Sirius huffs out a relieved chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, it was porn.” He hopes he sounds convincing enough.
A bit passes.
“Do you— do you happen to still have your transfiguration notes on how to summon back something that's been vanished?”
It's been a while since Hogwarts, it's been about 15 years since he's learned that spell and it doesn't happen often that he needs to undo a vanishing spell. He's pretty sure it's never happened before.
“Sure,” Remus looks really amused. Like he's really enjoying himself. “I'll give them to you if you show me what you were looking at.”
Aaaand Sirius is panicking again.
“Why did you vanish it anyway? Didn’t think I would judge you for it, did you? Or thought I would be jealous?”
“Something like that,” Sirius mutters, not really convincingly.
“Sweetheart,” Remus murmurs and he steps forward, reaching for Sirius’ hand and softly brushing the back of it. “There's nothing you could do that I'd possibly be judgmental of. And porn magazines don't count as cheating. You can show them to me. It could be fun.”
Remus sounds really reassuring. He even winks and Sirius is utterly in love with him.
He nods. Hoping this mess will somehow work out.
A few minutes later
“Here's my notes,” Remus says.
“Thank you, babe.”
Remus looks at him expectantly.
“I— can I have a bit of privacy for it?”
“You're still ashamed of it? Sirius, you've never been ashamed of this stuff.”
Sirius sighs as he quickly scans the notes. A warm fondness in his heart as he looks at teenage Remus' handwriting.
He panicks when he reads that you can't let too much time pass if you want your object back exactly as it was.
“Listen, Moony, I'll explain later,” he says and basically flees and locks himself in their room.
He eventually does manage to get Remus' engagement ring back.
“You don't want to show me then?”
“Can you please let it go, Moony? I'll explain everything, I swear. I just can't right now.”
“You're acting weird.”
“Do you trust me?”
Remus sighs. “Of course I trust you.”
Sirius has to propose earlier than initially planned. He just has. He can't let the love of his life think he's hiding something from him. Well, he technically is hiding something. But still.
two days later
When Sirius finally proposes and Remus has said yes and the ring is on his finger and their eyes are wet with tears, Remus gasps as realisation hits him.
“Merlin’s pants. You had vanished my ring, hadn't you? The other night. It was the ring!”
Sirius smiles sheepishly and Remus kisses him and laughs into the kiss. “You're such a lovely idiot.”
#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar fanfiction#fanfiction#marauders#remus x sirius#sirius black#sirius black x remus lupin#remus loves sirius#remus lupin#sirius loves remus#remus lupin x sirius black#dead gay wizards#wolfstar proposal#idiots in love#established relationship#older wolfstar
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“Fireplace” marauders x animagus!reader | 487 words
Summary: you lay by the fireplace with the marauders
No cw
Excited to describe fire crackling for some unknown reason.
You stretch your paws to press them into Remus’ leg. He pats your side with an absentminded hand as he proofreads this first draft of an essay. James and Sirius are playing Exploding Snap beside you.
The fireplace is lit. It crackles, warming the room. The flames lick at the brick walls of the hearth, and embers shoot up into a fiery cloud as a smoldering piece of wood shifts.
You give a little sigh and get up, stretching out before staring up at Remus. He's your only option if you want to lay on a boyfriend. You certainly aren't going to put yourself anywhere near those Exploding Snap cards. You'd have your fur singed off---not to mention you'd never have any peace with the sharp cracks that they produce.
You place your front paws on Remus’ thigh, but he just continues writing out his essay. You step into his lap and stand up to bunt his chin.
Remus sighs and looks down at you.
“Can I help you?” He asks. You mewl up at him. “I'm trying to write an essay.”
You're purring. Remus smells like the chocolate he had after dinner and something earthy. You bunt your head into his chest.
Remus sighs and pets under your chin.
“I have to finish my essay.” He tells you. “This is important.”
You mraw in response.
“You can lay in my lap, but I really need you to let me write this. Alright?”
You decide that this compromise suits you well enough and settle into your boyfriend's lap. Remus smiles as you close your eyes and get comfortable. Your paws are kneading at his thigh while you purr.
Remus runs a hand down your side, writing his essay. Binns had assigned a ridiculous length for this essay, and it’s going to be the full moon before it’s due. Between the night of and recovering from his transformation, the time Remus has to get this done is about cut in half.
Ideally, this essay will be done tonight. Remus has it about half-finished. If he stays up late, he can get it over with. Then, he’ll have time to finish up his other homework. Like that worksheet for Professor Slughorn.
Sirius and James finish their game. They wander over, abandoning their cards in a stack on the table that they were using, and sit next to Remus. Sirius rests his chin on Remus’ shoulder and James pets you while you all listen to the scratching of Remus’ quill on the essay parchment.
There aren’t very many students in the common room tonight. Quiet chatter wafts over the room, entwining with the sounds of various activities. It makes a nice background noise as you soak in Remus’ warmth. James’ fingers card into your fur, and your purrs fall from your throat.
You’d be happy to lay here forever. Surrounded by your boys, soaking in the warmth of the fireplace.
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Afternoon reading and naps and snuggles
I had this idea in mind of James and Sirius living together in a muggle apartment and having slow, relaxing weekends after being badass aurors. And for some reason Sirius is always Padfoot in my thoughts? Like, I don't know why??! but James is always human and people know him as the guy with a large friendly dog...
#sirius black#james potter#my art#harry potter#prongsfoot#marauders fanart#marauders#established relationship
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(@wolfstarmicrofic for the lateness, but I still needed to write this very Fluffy Fluff!)
13th: Bucket list
Number five
Sirius hugs Remus from behind. Remus automatically covers his hands with his own and leans back against him.
“I want to help you complete your bucket list,” Sirius says.
“My what?” Remus mumbles absentmindedly.
“Your bucket list,” Sirius repeats. “Lily told me that you both made one together once.”
“Oh yeah,” Remus says, vaguely remembering them doing something like that in the Gryffindor common room once. “That was like ten years ago. I think we were about fourteen or something.”
“And now I want to help you complete it!” Sirius says eagerly.
Remus chuckles. It’s typically Sirius to see a bucket list as a challenge, and Sirius Black never backs away from a challenge. Although, Remus thinks fondly, making sure Remus’ every dream comes true always has been one of Sirius’ top priorities.
“I don’t have that list anymore,” Remus says. “And I barely even remember what I put on there. Besides, even if I did, it’s probably just silly stuff a teenaged boy would dream of.”
“Lily’s kept hers and yours both,” Sirius replies. “She let me read yours.”
“Mmm,” Remus hums. He has closed his eyes, relaxing in Sirius’ embrace, and isn’t particularly interested in some list he made years ago, but very content to be standing there in Sirius’ arms, listening to the sound of his voice.
“Number one, be best friends with Lily Evans forever,” Sirius says.
Remus smiles. “Guess who made me write that one?”
“Number two, try each type of chocolate at Honey Duke’s,” Sirius continues.
Remus opens his eyes and shakes his head. “I really had my priorities straight back then, didn’t I?”
“Back then?” Sirius teases.
“Well, at least I succeeded!”
“Must’ve been so hard for you.”
“It actually was!” Remus claims. “The abominable things people do to perfectly good chocolate.” Remus shudders. “I strongly believe that the only thing that should taste like peppermint ever is toothpaste.”
“Yes, I’ll never forget the look of absolute horror on your face when you asked me to make you some tea and I came back with mint tea.”
“It was like you didn’t know me at all,” Remus sighs.
“Number three.” There’s laughter in Sirius’ voice. “Become the first ever werewolf to graduate from Hogwarts.” He presses a kiss to the top of Remus’ head. “Did I ever tell you how incredibly proud I am of you?”
“Only everyday,” Remus replies, leaning into Sirius a little closer.
Sirius hugs him a little tighter. “Number four, have a place of your own. Well, I guess that became our own, but I suppose that’s-”
“Even better,” Remus says firmly, squeezing Sirius’ hand.
Sirius lets out a pleased hum as he nuzzles Remus’ hair.
Remus chuckles. “Sounds like I got pretty far on my own, without even realizing it. I suppose there isn’t much left on my bucket list for you to help me complete.”
“There’s number five,” Sirius says slowly, and suddenly there’s a strange sort of tension in his voice. “Marry Sirius Black.”
Remus’ breath catches and he stills. He feels Sirius let go of his waist and step away. He whirls around to see him drop down on one knee, holding up a ring. His eyes widen and his heart misses a beat.
“I never made a bucket list.” Sirius’ voice sounds impressively steady, but his hands slightly tremble. “But if I did, I know what would’ve been on top. Remus, Moony mine, will you marry me?”
Remus stares at the amazing man in front of him, who’s looking at him hopefully, hopefully and lovingly, and he thinks back to that fourteen-year-old boy who was so smitten with his handsome roommate and spent his days daydreaming about holding his hand, kissing him, marrying him.
Never give up on your dreams, Remus tells his fourteen-year-old self, before he launches himself at Sirius, tackling him to the floor in a hug. “Yes, yes, I will!”
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blood on my shirt, heart in my hand
read it here on ao3
James never gave much thought to dreams —where they come from, what they're trying to tell him. Of course, that was before he's started having very particular nightmares. Ones that leave him haunted even during waking hours. Ones that beg questions about what's real and what's not. Ones that, especially, have him relying on his boyfriend to help him be able to stomach.
After all, if there's one thing Regulus is good at, it's taking care of James however he needs. No matter how concerning it may be.
by: xjustakay
Words: 22,750, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English
Collections: Screamfest
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Several Other Present or Mentioned Characters
Relationship: Regulus Black/James Potter
Additional Tags: Psychological Drama, Psychological Horror, Murder, Blood and Violence, Mystery, Dissociation, Memory Issues, Nightmares, Violent Thoughts, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, we're talking like.., murder as a coping mechanism, also murder as a love language, the very fine line between gaslighting and protecting someone from themself, (stay with me here lmao), Plot Twists, Established Relationship, Crazy Codependent Boyfriends, they're insane (like in general AND about each other), Explicit Language, Sexual Content, Choking, (in a mostly sexy way miraculously), Ambiguous/Open Ending, James and Regulus both live at least so
#james potter#regulus black#remus lupin#sirius black#established relationship#james x regulus#jegulus#fic rec
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Sirius was 16 when Regulus was born, and ran away when Regulus was only a couple of months old. He and James are happily married and have a son together, Harry (who was born 1980, like canon).
One day Sirius is visited by a Wizard Solicitor with a Will telling him that he’s inherited half of the Black fortune, and is now also has custody of his younger brother, who is a about 8 at this point.
Sirius assumed that his brother had been the perfect child for his parents, he expects a blood-purist spoiled brat — instead he’s got a child who’s abuse makes his own (which was already severe) seem like nothing.
Just Sirius feeling guilt for abandoning Regulus, feeling responsible for his abuse, and he and James trying to give him the best life possible — and Harry being adorable, and Regulus and him becoming the best brothers, which makes Sirius feel complicated feelings.
((A/N: Mentions of child abuse))
Anger and discomfort. That's what Sirius felt when his father pushed a week-old baby into his arms and said, "Hold him until your mother gets back."
The new baby, his new brother, sixteen years younger than him, Regulus, whimpers pathetically. He tries to rearrange his arms so the baby won't start screaming, but does he know anything about babies? He's never really been around one before. This is maybe the second time he's held one, and he would've been happier if it had stayed at one.
"Why can't you bloody hold him?" Sirius asks as Orion backs away. "He's your stupid son."
"As are you," Orion replies dryly, a familiar angry glint in his eye. "So do as I say and hold your sodding brother while I get a drink." He leaves, long strides taking him from the room far faster than Sirius can chase after him. He doesn't like the fact that he has a sibling now or that he's supposed to wait here until Walburga gets in-- whenever that's supposed to be-- but he doesn't want to bash the baby's head into the door, so he has to stop following their father and wait in the room as requested.
He sighs, gives the door an impotent kick, then gingerly makes his way to a chair. It's easier to hold a baby while sitting, right? He's heard that somewhere. Maybe, if he's lucky, Regulus will stay asleep. Or is he awake and just not crying? It's hard to tell which when his face is so scrunched up. Sirius isn't sure. As long as he's quiet though, he doesn't care.
He knows what a new sibling means. His parents didn't say it in as many words, but they didn't need to; he knows that he's a disappointment to them. He's said a hundred times (to James), that if they could replace him, they would. And now they have.
His parents don't like each other. They don't have sex for fun. They purposefully conceived Regulus so that, once Sirius is gone, they'll have a new heir. Sirius knows that he won't be here much longer. It's a toss up whether he runs or they throw him out. He thinks he's going to run; he'll be able to pack all of his things that way.
He glances down at the (thankfully) still quiet baby in his arms and hates him, just a little bit. Right now, he's fine. He's a baby. He doesn't have personality, he's trying to figure out going to sleep and eating when he's hungry. But when he grows up? Sirius turned out alright, in spite of their parents. Regulus probably won't turn out the same. Andromeda noted to him once, in the corner of one of their family gatherings, "It's fifty-fifty if one of us isn't utter shite. It's like, you and I turned out good, so Bellatrix and Narcissa have to be piss." Sirius laughed, knowing the truth in her words; Uncle Alphard, present but apart from the others like they were, was a clear sign. They could turn out good, but it wasn't a guarantee.
If Sirius is fine, then what does that mean for the future of this newborn baby? He'll grow up under Walburga and Orion's watchful eyes and the 'benefit' of hindsight that raising Sirius will have given them.
Sirius will grow to hate him. That stir of anger, to that future, to their parents, is still there. "Sorry, mate," he whispers. Angry or not, he pities him.
*
There's a knock on the door, and James answers. "Hullo. Erm, can I help you?"
"I'm a solicitor, my name is Joe Byrne." He holds a business card out. It's a deep green, almost black but its colour is visible from the sunlight shining on the doorstep. "I'm here to speak to Sirius Potter."
James takes the card and glances down at it. The sigil stamped to the background and the skate of magic underlining his information like an errant drop of water mean he's old money-- which means he's likely connected to the Black family. "I don't know what business you could have with him."
"I presume you're his husband, James Potter?"
"That's correct."
"Mr. Potter, are you aware that his mother recently passed?"
"Yes-" it was in The Prophet "-but she disowned him. I know children are usually in the will even if they're estranged, but this isn't a usual situation."
Mr. Byrne doesn't appear bothered by this. "The will has been read. What Walburga Black may or may not have done to disown your husband in a social manner wasn't reflected legally, so I need to speak with him."
James knows he's being overprotective by thinking anyone connected with the Black's-- even professionally-- is bad for Sirius. So he swallows it down, tucks the card in his pocket, and says, "Okay. Please, come in. Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Please. Thank you."
James waves his wand to get things started in the kitchen and leads Mr. Byrne to an armchair. They're both quiet as he sits. Another wave of his wand brings the teapot out, the tray and cups trailing behind it. He can't remember if it's polite to pour for him or not; it's been so long since he tried to be proper, and that was occasionally, not all the time. Bloody hell, he shouldn't care about this, and he doesn't, really, but he's nervous. Sirius's parents are an old scar, but they are a scar. What's the point in putting pressure on that scar again? For a single galleon that his mother left, just to spite him? "Go ahead," he says, motioning to the tea service, "and I'll go get Sirius."
Mr. Byrne thanks him, so even if it was a mistake, it's a small one.
James isn't looking forward to this. To any part of this. He didn't even want to let the solicitor in, but now he has to tell Sirius that he's here, and he likes that less. He heads to the backyard, where they were soaking in the sun for a few hours while Harry's at the Longbottom's.
Sirius glances over when he walks out, then frowns. "You alright?"
"There's a solicitor here for you. From Walburga."
"I don't imagine we'd have anything to discuss."
"I said the same to him, but he claims you're in the will." James holds out a hand to him and tries to smile. "Best to get it over with."
Sirius sighs but agrees, taking his hand and joining him inside.
Mr. Byrne introduces himself to Sirius before opening his briefcase and removing a sizeable folder. "I apologize for coming to your home to discuss this, but my letters didn't receive any response and certain matters need to be taken care of quickly."
"We received quite a bit of post after her death," James says by way of apology. None of the letters were welcome; they'd burned the lot of it without sifting through to check senders.
"I understand," he replies, accepting. Then he looks to Sirius. "In summary, you are now the Head of the Black family. There's quite a bit of details to get through in relation to that, but we can schedule an appointment for that if you prefer. The most urgent matter is that of your younger brother, one Regulus Black. Since your mother's death, he's been staying with a member of S.U.B.S., but the hope is to transfer him into your custody as quickly as possible. There are a few forms I need your signature on, and then you'll be his legal guardians." Mr. Byrne is very efficient about the whole matter. As he's speaking, he retrieves a quill and inkwell from his briefcase. By the time he's done, the inkwell is unstoppered, and the corresponding forms are facing Sirius and James.
Two minutes ago, they had a three year old and struggled with that. Now they're being told they have to raise another kid, one who's older and they've never met.
Sod everything.
*
Sirius and James have a certain idea what Regulus will be like. Sirius was raised in that house, he knows what life was like before he went to Hogwarts, and Regulus is eight. He was snooty and cold and unused to anything like James and Sirius as they are now; Regulus will be the same, possibly worse.
The first glimpse they get of Regulus makes them rethink that assumption.
The first conversation they try to have with him crushes that assumption beneath a harsh hammer and grinds it up afterwards. At first, Regulus is too loud, too aggressive. Then, he's quiet, almost not daring to breathe, and he shrinks away like he expects pain. When none comes, he flees to the loo with a murmured excuse.
"That's not normal," Sirius whispers to James. They need to talk about it, but he doesn't want Regulus to overhear. And, given what just happened, he doesn't want to go too far from him.
"Definitely not," James whispers back. "D'you think they hurt him?"
"That's what it looked like, but it doesn't make any sense. They wanted to make him the perfect son to replace me." He shakes his head. "This doesn't follow."
"Maybe he's skittish from losing his parents and living with strangers," James says, but he doesn't sound like he believes it.
Sirius doesn't believe it either, but he says, "Yeah. Maybe."
*
"Are you going to lock me in the basement?" Regulus asks one day over lunch.
Sirius wishes Harry weren't here for this, and James wishes that there was a warning before someone asked something so horrible like that.
"There's no basement," Harry informs him. "Uncle Peter's house has a basement, but he says I can't go in." He's too young to understand the horrible implications in Regulus’s question. To him, it's a question on the same level as 'can I go in Dad's potion lab' or 'can we have dinner early today'.
James tries to smile. "Right. Like Harry said, no basement. I don't know why we'd do something like that to you anyways."
"The full moon is tomorrow night."
His stomach sinks, because that didn't sound like a different topic, and he doesn't want to ask, but he has to. Sirius braces himself and asks, "Why is that important?"
"They put me in the basement for my transformations."
He blinks. "Transformations?"
"When I become a wolf." Regulus said it as if this was information they already knew.
Sirius and James both force themselves not to react; there's no point in making him think it's a bad reaction. "Right. You don't have to do that anymore, we have something else worked out." They'll have to figure it out tonight. It'll be easy, since they can both transform and keep him company, but finding a suitable location will be a bit of a challenge-- and finding someone to mind Harry while they were both gone, helping Regulus, won't be easy because of the short notice.
*
"I should've taken Regulus with me when I ran away from my parents," Sirius says, staring up at the ceiling and hating himself for something eight years past. From the corner of his eye, he can see James pause.
"You're not blaming yourself, are you?"
He says nothing.
James sighs, a quiet, sad thing, and pads over to the bed. He sits and places a hand on Sirius's shoulder. "We were sixteen. We couldn't have raised a kid."
"We would've figured it out," Sirius says stubbornly. He's convinced that it's true. They had Harry a little earlier than was wise, but they had each other, so they were able to get through it. It would've been the same with Regulus; they would've been scared and stressed with juggling everything, but they would've managed it.
James lays down. He throws one leg over Sirius's and curves his arm to smush between them so he can hold his hand. He should probably look up at the ceiling with him, but instead he stares at Sirius. His jaw is set, eyes tight, and he's glaring at the red paint like it's done him wrong. "I know you feel bad for him. I do too, but there's nothing we could have done-"
"We could've helped," Sirius cuts in, voice hard.
Mm. He isn't going to make this easy, is he? James keeps himself from sighing again, knowing it'll only make Sirius more defensive. "Okay. Humour me. You're sixteen, and you show up at my house with a baby in your arms. My parents let you and Regulus both live there. We-"
"I know that it wouldn't have been easy with Hogwarts, but-"
James is the one to cut him off this time. "I wasn't talking about Hogwarts, I was talking about Walburga and Orion. If you'd brought him with you, that would be kidnapping. Do you really think they'd let that slide? The law would've been on their side, and they would've wanted him back."
"They treated him like rubbish!" Sirius says, turning his head to glare at James instead of the ceiling. "He's a werewolf; they wouldn't have raised a finger."
"He wasn't a werewolf back then."
A retort is on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitates when that penetrates his fog of guilt and self-recrimination. James is right; Regulus wasn't a werewolf. He doesn't know when he was bitten, but it had to be after he left. "I still think I should've been able to do something," he eventually says, feeling helpless and hating it.
"You didn't know. And it doesn't seem like anyone else knows; they kept it locked down. All we can do is focus on how much better parents we're going to be to him," James says with a grin.
Sirius snickers. "Yeah. Doesn't sound like it'll be hard."
"We'll blow them out of the water."
*
Harry thinks it's fun to have Regulus around. Where James and Sirius are sometimes too busy to play with him exactly the way he wants, Regulus is always free-- and, importantly, always willing. Regulus and Harry both are enjoying the novelty of living with someone close to them in age. Hell, Regulus is enjoying playing. So much of it, he seems to be experiencing for the first time (like he's never had a playmate), but sometimes he does act the five years older than Harry that he is, knowing what Harry wants before he says a word.
It's pretty damn cute no matter which way he's acting. He talks more now, which is a marked improvement on when he first moved in. He doesn't fully trust Sirius and James yet, but they've got plenty of time to build off that, and he does trust them a little. He doesn't expect for them to berate him over nothing; he doesn't expect for them to lock him away on full moons or when he gets 'too annoying'. James gets frustrated with the slow pace sometimes, hating that Sirius has to remind him that baby steps are the only way they'll make progress. Raising Harry is, by comparison, easy. He's known them his whole life, never had reason to doubt that they'll be there for him or keep him safe. Dealing with raising both of them at the same time, with these differing viewpoints, isn't easy, but they're surviving.
Regulus and Harry wore themselves out playing. Sirius, as Padfoot, joined the fun, and he's feeling lethargic as they head inside. When he curls up to take a nap, Harry joins him automatically, pillowing his head on thick fur. When Regulus sees the way Sirius doesn't shake him off, he joins them, arm over Harry and head resting on Padfoot's gently moving chest.
James comes home, takes a photograph before any of them can wake, then tiptoes around the house, wanting them to have as much peace as they can. It's not an easy family, not one he ever thought they'd have, but it's good. Regulus fits in, taking on the role of Harry's brother, with Sirius more like a father.
#fanfic#prongsfoot#bambibelle#james potter#sirius black#harry potter#regulus black#filled#established relationship#married#no voldemort au#post hogwarts#raising harry#siriuslystarbucks
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wolfstar microfic January 12 - shadow
Remus puts his book aside, rests his head against the willow he’s sitting and sighs, a tiny smile on scarred lips as he lets his thoughts wander, amber eyes getting lost in the sight in front of him.
The Great Lake can be quite comforting when it’s calm and serene. Remus closes his eyes and relaxes. Just when he’s about to fall asleep, his peacefulness is interrupted by loud, stompy steps that might’ve made him jump.
He doesn’t have much time to react though, since there’s a boy’s body –Sirius’, he notices immediately– dropping on him in less than a second. His boyfriend seems to be upset, although Remus can quickly tell it’s nothing to be worried about.
Sirius grunts and takes Remus’ hands on his own until he’s made him hug him, tight. Then, he hugs Remus by his shoulders, hides his face on his neck and gets comfortable until he’s properly sitting on Remus’ lap.
Remus can’t resist a quiet chuckle as he leans down to kiss Sirius’ head. “Hi.” He mumbles, nuzzling against soft, black hair. He loves Sirius’ shampoo, it smells like apples. Green apples. Hmm.
“Why are you here?” Sirius answers, demanding. Remus can feel his frown and he ducks his head again to kiss him, lingering just a bit.
“Enjoying the lovely shadow of this willow,” he says. Sirius huffs, and pulls away to look at him in the eyes. Oh, he’s scolding, okay.
He can’t help the fond sigh that escapes from his lips. Sirius ignores him, “You need to be paying attention to me.” He commands with a huff that blows a piece of his hair. Remus reaches with his hand to put it behind his ear, and Sirius’ frown immediately softens as he leans into the contact. “We haven’t seen each other all day,” he pouts.
“We saw each other at lunch,” he reminds him gently, unable to not sound fond, lovesick.
Sirius rolls his eyes. “So? I need attention,” he declares, still pouting. Remus shakes his head and pecks Sirius’ lips for long, sweet seconds.
When he pulls away, Sirius is blushing and smiling lovingly. He returns to his hiding spot in his neck and nudges him with his nose a little. Remus holds him closer.
“We can enjoy the shadow together,” he mumbles, and feels Sirius nod slightly.
“Okay.”
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@wolfstarmicrofic
#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#fluff#wolfstar fluff#hogwarts 7th year#hogwarts#sirius black#remus lupin#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#established relationship
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Hello I have come to you with another Prongsfoot thought: James absolutely losing his mind when he comes home one day (or comes back to the dorm one day) to find Sirius wearing his jersey (and perhaps nothing else hehehe.)
oh but i’ve got just the thing for you, miss imp 😉 this is a headcanon i’ve had for the longest time, because james is absolutely the kind of person who loses his mind when his partner wears his name on them. and we already know anything sirius does is maddening for him sooooooo this is. a deadly combination.
(i’ve posted this before but it’s gotten lost in the Great Tumblr Archival System so i’m reposting it hehehehe)
“Alright, James, this can’t go on anymore,” Sirius said, voice firm, arms crossed across his chest. James blinked, eyes dragging up from where they’d been fixed on his collarbones, unusually exposed in the large jersey, to focus on furrowed brows and suspicious grey eyes.
“What can’t go on anymore?”
“This—whatever’s going on with you!” Sirius threw one arm out in emphasis. “You’ve been acting off the entire day, do you realise?”
James tilted his head in question, silently asking for him to elaborate. He knew he’s been…a little distracted, but it couldn’t have been so much as to call for this intervention, surely?
“James!” Sirius says, exasperated and really, that’s one too many times he’s called him by his full name. He can’t even remember the last time Sirius did that. “You crashed into a wall twice, tripped over Mrs. Norris’ tail and had to hide inside a suit of armor to avoid her claws—then you fell over in the damn thing and got a bump the size of an ostrich egg on your head. Five seconds ago, you almost plummeted off the staircase to your death and now you’ve been somewhere Not Here the entire time I’ve been talking. Seriously, what gives?”
Okay, maybe, put it that way, it sounded quite bad but James didn’t intend to be so scatter brained! He was having a perfectly decent time, had his head screwed on straight and then Sirius had to go and mess all that up! He was not prepared for the sight of him walking out of the shower, a cloud of steam escaping behind him. His hair was half wet and pulled back, cheeks flushed red from the heat and most importantly, he was wearing James’ Quidditch Jersey.
The one that was at least two sizes bigger than Sirius usual clothes. And the one that, when his best mate turned around, had POTTER emblazoned in huge letters across the shoulders. James had just stood there, jaw slack and fingers clenched around his tie, taking in the sight. He knew what his jersey looked like, had worn it hundreds of times, but he never knew it could be like this.
And that had just been the beginning. It seemed like with every passing hour, Sirius looked better in the damn thing than before which—shouldn’t be possible considering how extremely good he looked in the first place. Seriously, if James wasn’t as…confident as he was, he would’ve definitely gotten a complex by now. As it was, Wormtail always looked a bit peaky around Sirius. Just before their first class, Sirius’ had dried into his usual perfect curls, loose strands framing his face. By the time second rolled around, the jersey had slipped off one shoulder, exposing sharp collarbones. James didn’t even know bones could look so- so obscene but here he was, proven wrong. Right after lunch, Sirius had gotten frustrated with how much the fabric was flapping and had casually used his hair tie to knot it in the back.
This led to two things. First, his hair was now free to tumble around his face, leaving James with the strongest urge to run his hands through it, or perhaps even tick strands behind one ear. He only avoided doing so by utilising pressing his fingers into his palms to the point of pain. The second, more maddening, one was that now, it wasn’t just his unnervingly attractive shoulder but also his waist that was on tantalising display. Every time he stretched, or raised his hand in class, or ran a hand through his hair—the jersey would ride up until Sirius’ pale skin peeked through and honestly, was it really a wonder that James almost walked off the moving staircases the first time he got a glimpse of that happening?
The entire day was an exercise in making him lose his mind, he was certain. Somewhere, he had pissed off a deity and they wanted him to suffer because there was no other explanation for this. James had never been one to feel possessive. In fact, he loved sharing everything he had with the people around him. Their joy was his joy and all that. Hell, Sirius and him had been wearing each other’s clothes since first year when Sirius hadn’t had anything except uncomfortably formal robes for Christmas morning, which was an atrocity because everyone knew you wore ugly sweaters on the day so he’d given his to Sirius and DIY’d one for himself. Of course, as James started playing Quidditch and bulked up harder and faster than anyone could’ve predicted, it had decreased until the only things they really shared were robes and ties.
But seeing his name on Sirius? Plastered across his body, marking him as James’? He just knew, right there and then, that he could never go back. Now that he’d felt what it was like, that burning heat deep in his gut, the dizzying feeling of seeing Sirius look so…delicate—there was no way he couldn’t crave more of it. In his head, James had already started making plans for now he could, inconspicuously, get Sirius’ in his jersey more often. Because it absolutely has to happen again, James hasn’t had nowhere near enough of the sight.
“Jamie? James!” A hand waved in front of him, ripping him away from his pleasant daydreams of seeing Sirius in nothing but his jersey. His face flamed red, not even realising the direction his thoughts had travelled in until he blinked and saw Sirius standing in front of him, looking bemused and dressed perfectly respectably (James was trying very hard to ignore the skin visible just above his waistband.
“Er—sorry,” James said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Went away for a second there.”
“That’s exactly what I mean! You’ve been drifting away quite a bit today.”
“It’s not—Seriously, nothing’s wrong—“
“I never said it was,” Sirius said, shrewdly, making James immediately choke on his words as he tried to backtrack.
“No—That’s not…I mean—“ James’ teeth snapped shut with an incriminating ‘clack’ as Sirius steps closer to him, toed shoes touching at the tips. Close enough that they were breathing the same air, for James to see the shades of grey in Sirius’ eyes. Close enough that he could feel the movement of Sirius’ chest as he breathed deeply.
“Si?” he croaks, throat too dry all of a sudden.
“Won’t you tell me what happened, James?” Sirius’ voice was soft, pitched low and James had to strain his ears to hear him properly. He gulped unsteadily, eyes tracking the way Sirius tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip, leaving a maddening shine behind.
“Si,” he said, again, tone matching Sirius’. One of his hands had, without his permission, travelled to the waist he’d been eyeing for the better part of the day. It was featherlight, barely even a touch, really, but the way Sirius shuddered when his hand made contact with warm skin was entirely too much for James’ already fraying self control. His fingers twitched, hard, in an attempt to stop but in the next second, they’d wrapped themselves entirely around the body in his arms. James’ forearm was pressed tight against Sirius’ back, their noses were mere inches away, and Sirius’ eyes were more than halfway shut.
James took a deep breath himself and let his hand press imprints into the curve of Sirius’ waist. The only response he got was the feeling of Sirius’ forehead pressing into his shoulder, arms wrapping around him in return.
It was then that James let his own shoulders unclench, let himself relax like he hadn’t the whole day. A soft smile lifted his lips as he thought about where to go from here
“You’ll wear this for me again, won’t you, darling?” he asked, pressing the question into Sirius’ dark curls with a kiss. He didn’t get a reply but he didn’t need one. Sirius’ hitched breath was enough of an answer for him.
#sirius black#james potter#bambibelle#prongsfoot#this is from months ago#but it’s one of my fav things#i’m so glad we’re on the same page here miss imp#bc james is just. floored.#also the light dom james vibes r *chefs kiss*#i love how shameless i am these days#not just reblogging but entirely reporting old stuff lmao#guess that’s what happens when ur in a ~dry spell#oh well#this scene of course leads into an established relationship where sirius stars doing this on purpose#WHILE wearing nothing else underneath#and bending over whenever possible (and even when not) bc he knows how much it affects james#especially in public#and love seeing him trying to hold onto his control (almost always unsuccessfully)#there’s a little vein that starts popping in his temple and his forearms flex delicious w how hard he clenches#yum#(miss imp pls never stop the asks/prompts—you’re my one source of inspiration lol)#pen’s asks#pen’s writing
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Not gonna go forever
TW: Just some fighting, and a few mentions of drinking but shouldn't be anything else (if there is tell me)
The ending kind of sucks but I hope you like this anyway
Word count: 3 600
“Rem?”
“Go away.” He said, glancing at Sirius, seeing the cups of tea in his hand as he stood in the doorway.
“We need to talk.”
“I don't want to.”
“But we need to.” Sirius said, walking over to him. He set one of the cups on the coffee table, before going to sit on the sofa, as far away from Remus as he possibly could. “We can't keep doing this.”
“Doing what?” He asked, taking the cup of tea Sirius had left him.
“You know…” he trailed off, looking at Remus, who just stared in front of him, or into the tea cup, anywhere else but him. “This, we can't just keep ignoring each other all the time. It's-” he paused for a moment, trying to phrase his thoughts that they'd make sense. “It's just not right.”
“You're one to talk about what's right and what's not.” Remus said, trying to avoid the actual topic of, well, he didn't know what to call it anymore. It wasn't a fight or an argument, it had been going on for longer than either of those should. “Sirius, I think- I think I need some time.”
“Some time? We've, you've had plenty of time for the past two weeks.”
“Some time alone, Sirius.” He said, and Sirius couldn't help but just stare at him, almost dropping his cup. They were alone all the time, despite being in the same house almost all the time, sleeping in the same bed. But they didn't talk, and if they did, it turned into an argument.
“I've been thinking of going back home for a bit. Back with mum.” Remus said, looking into his cup. “I just need time alone, and seeing you every day is not alone. And I think it'll do some good for us to be away from each other for a while.”
“For a while? How-how long is that?”
“I don't know, Sirius.” He said, glancing at Sirius before taking a sip of his tea, it was made just like he liked it, and that felt like someone stabbed him right in the heart. The fact that Sirius still did that when they were like this.
“How long are we going to do this?” He asked then, hoping he wouldn't get another, I don't know, as a response. “So you're gonna go away and all I can do is wait what comes through the door, you or divorce papers, is that it? Is that what you want to do?”
“I don't know Sirius. I don't fucking know.” He said, getting up from his spot. “I'll call you, or something.” He muttered, before walking out of the room. Sirius could hear the cup being placed in the kitchen sink before Remus made his way up the stairs.
“So you're really going to go?” Sirius asked quietly as Remus came downstairs half an hour later with a back bag hanging over his shoulder.
“Yeah.” He sighed. “I'm not going forever, maybe. I don't know.”
“M-maybe?” He choked out as the front door opened and closed. He just stared at the front door in disbelief. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
—
He heard a key turn in the lock, but he just continued to stare at the wall, in front of him, from where he was laying on the sofa. The door closed, and someone kicked off their shoes. He closed his eyes, thinking it was Remus who forgot something and came to fetch it, and he definitely didn't want to see him. Then the sofa dipped slightly as someone sat down next to him.
“Go away.”
“I won't.” He opened his eyes, seeing James. “Remus called.” James explained.
“Tell him to fuck off.”
“I didn't come because of him, I came because of you, idiot.” He said, and Sirius just nodded, shifting his gaze, so he was looking at the wall again. “What happened?”
“He left.”
“Where and when, how long have you laid there?”
“To his mum's and, I don't know, a few hours?”
“Sirius, it's already evening. Almost nine.” He said, and Sirius just shrugged, had it really been that long? “Well if you haven't moved all day we probably should eat something, right?”
“I don't want to.” He said, glancing at James. “Why're you here?”
“Because that's what friends do, now what do you want to eat?”
“Nothing.”
“Sirius.”
“James, I don't want to. I just want to be alone, so please go away.”
“I don't think it's good for you to be alone right now, I think that's why Remus called.”
“I don't fucking care what you or Remus thinks, just go away.” He said, now looking at James, he looked worried, and he felt bad for making James worried about him, but still, he just wanted to be alone. “I'm an adult, I'm fully capable of taking care of myself, so I don't need you here to look after me.”
“I know you are, and if you really want to be alone, I'll go home. But I'll be back tomorrow, okay?”
“Whatever.” He mumbled, turning around, so his back was facing James and the wall he had been staring at. He closed his eyes, waiting for James to get up and leave. And after a few moments, he did get up, but he didn't go out, but started moving around in their house, at least from what he could tell by the sound of footsteps going around.
After a while, they came back to the living room, and he heard James set something down on the table, and a blanket draped over him. Then he left, leaving Sirius alone again. He turned around to see what James had left for him. There was a bottle of water and a sandwich on the table, and a note, but he couldn't quite see what it said.
He didn't feel like eating, the thought made him feel sick for some reason. He still appreciated it, of course he did, he just didn't want it. So he turned back, facing the back of the sofa. He pulled the blanket better over him, pulling it up to his chin.
They had been fighting for a while now, to the point neither of them really remembered what it had originally been about. But Sirius never thought this would be the end result, that he'd be left alone.
A long time ago, back when they were both in school, they had promised this would never happen. That they'd be together forever. And maybe it was childish to believe that it would actually be like that, but still, he'd very much like to believe that Remus will come back, without divorce papers for him to sign.
It felt unreal, and Sirius didn't know what to think about. He didn't want to think about Remus, but that was all he could think about.
He knew Remus wouldn't make a decision like that just all of a sudden. He wouldn't just leave without talking about it or explaining. But what if something had changed? What if that was the last time? What if it was all over now, and he couldn't even do anything about it.
They had been together since they were fifteen, so he couldn't just decide one day that it was over now, right? He was just scared, not sure if he wanted to know what was going to happen next. Scared that he’d be alone forever, even though he really knew that he wouldn’t be alone. He had a lot of friends, but without Remus it would feel like he was alone.
– – –
When he finally got to the driveway of his mother's house, he realized that he hadn't even told her he was coming. What if she wasn't even home? The lights were on, so she probably was. He knocked on the door, waiting for it to open. "hi, mum."
"What are you doing here?" She asked, letting him in. "Did something happen? You usually always call."
"Can I stay with you for a bit?" He asked, ignoring her question, because he really didn't know how to explain the situation.
"Of course you can." She said, closing the door behind her, and looking at her son, he looked sad. "Let's go to the kitchen, have some tea?" Remus just nodded, following after Hope and sitting down at the kitchen table while she made them tea.
The cup was placed in front of him, and Hope sat across from him, holding her cup in both of her hands. "Remus?" She called, trying to get him out of his thoughts, and he did look up for a second before going back to staring into his cup. "what happened?"
"Nothing." He whispered, trying to hold back the tears. "Nothing happened, mum. Don't worry."
"You can tell me, I'll listen."
After a while of thinking, he told her. Everything he could possibly tell, and she listened, like she always did. He cried too, more than he'd like to admit, or have his mother see. But she still listened, and comforted him.
– – –
Sirius fell asleep at some point during the night, it was a restless sleep, and he woke up a few times, but passed out again after a few minutes. It was twelve when he woke up next, he woke up to the sound of the door opening. He opened his eyes, only to close them again as the bright sunlight came through the window. He groaned, shifting so his face was hidden in the pillows, shielding him from the sunlight.
"Sirius? You awake?"
"Mhm." It was James, again. "Go away, 'm sleepin' "
"You just said you're awake, c'mon up." Sirius shook his head, pulling the blanket over his head. "Have you moved at all?"
"Got nowhere to go." He mumbled, and James sat down next to him, pulling the blanket off. Sirius turned around so he was laying on his back, looking at him. "Why do you have our key?"
"You gave it to me when you moved."
"Did I?"
"Yeah you did, did you sleep at all?"
"Few hours. Passed out I think." He said, slowly sitting up, resting his back against the arm rest. "Why're you here?"
"Because I told you I would be. I'm worried about you."
"I'm fine, Jamey." He said. "If I need help, I'll ask, okay? I just want to be alone."
"Will you?"
"Yes, give me the key."
"Sirius-"
"Give me the key." He repeated. James hesitated before digging the key out of his pocket and giving it to Sirius.
"Have you eaten anything?" James asked, biting the inside of his cheek, he was actually worried. Sirius shook his head, continuing to stare at him. "Can you eat something, please? Then I promise I'll leave you alone." He said after a while, he was scared if he left now, something would happen.
"I promise to eat something. Now please leave, I want to be alone." James nodded, getting up. "I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay."
He sighed when he heard the door close and lock behind James. He tossed the key onto the table, slowly getting up to go to the kitchen. He did feel quite weak if he was honest, a bit dizzy and nauseous, so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to have some food in his system. He hadn't eaten for over a day, and that couldn't be good.
–
For the next few weeks neither of them spoke to each other, and barely to anyone else either. James and Lily visited a few times, well more than few but Sirius only let them in a few times. Remus mostly stayed in his old bedroom, trying to focus on work things or just on something that would take his mind off Sirius, but most of the time it didn't work.
When he finally called Sirius, it took a long time until he picked up. "hey."
"Hey." He mumbled, not sure what he should say. It was quiet for a few minutes, neither of them not saying anything. "Why did you call?"
"I said I would."
"But why now, Remus?"
"I don't know.” He said quietly. "I was thinking if I come back home, so we can talk. Properly."
"Yeah, okay." He whispered, looking around, he'd need to clean up, how did he let it get this messy. "When?"
"Probably tomorrow it's already late." Sirius nodded, even though Remus couldn't see it. It was quiet again for a while. "I love you, Sirius." He whispered, not sure if Sirius wanted to hear that, but he just felt like he needed to say it.
"I-i love you too, rem." He whispered, before hanging up the phone. He wiped his eyes with his sleeves, before getting up. He really needed to clean in here before Remus came home. He didn't want Remus to be mad about the state of their home.
He picked up all the trash and empty bottles from everywhere, throwing them away. Then he washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, it was messy even though he hadn't cooked that much. He even changed the bedsheets, though he doubted that Remus would stay. Sirius was pretty much sure that Remus didn't want to say it over the phone, say that it would be over. That they would be over.
After changing the bedsheets he got under the covers, hoping he could just fall asleep and forget everything that was going on. But unfortunately that wasn't how it works. He couldn't sleep, all the thoughts he had been trying to avoid for the past few weeks, came to mind now that he was trying to sleep.
What if he does want to divorce, what if this was it, that it's over now. What if Remus just finally had enough, it would be understandable, and Sirius couldn't really blame him if that's what he wants or thinks.
But he didn't know what he'd do without him, He was lost without Remus. He could barely remember the times before they became friends and later started dating, it had been a long time ago. So it would be hard and weird and miserable to be without him, and he didn't want that.
After only a few hours of restless sleep, he climbed out of bed, it was probably too early to be awake, but he just didn't want to lay in bed until it was a reasonable hour to get up. It felt like their house was haunted with how quiet it was without the tv or radio on like he had had to keep the thoughts away.
He pulled on a hoodie as he walked downstairs, he made some coffee to even look awake because he definitely wasn't feeling awake right now. He sat there for a few hours, not really doing or thinking anything, just watching through the kitchen window as the sun rose and filled the kitchen with golden light.
His eyes were dry and the amount of light started to hurt, so after finishing his third cup of coffee he moved to the living room, the blinds were closed so the sum wouldn't bother him that much there. He turned the radio on, turning the volume down as he went to lay on the sofa.
He had spent so much time inside the past few weeks that he had started to get sick of it, so a little before six in the morning he made his way outside. He started to walk down the street, the sun was still bothering him, and it was a bit cold as he didn't take a jacket with him. But it was nice to get some fresh air after a while.
He did make his way home when it was closer to eight, he made himself a cup of tea when he got inside, then James called him. "Hi." He mumbled, putting the phone on speaker as he took a sip of his tea.
"Hey. Why are you awake so early?"
"Couldn't sleep." He said. "Why'd you call?"
"Just checking up on you. Are you-" James trailed off, trying to rephrase his question.
"I'm not drunk if that's what you're asking." He said, and could hear James sigh in relief on the other end. "Remus is coming home today." He said after a moment of silence. "I don't know if he's staying though."
"Why wouldn't he stay?"
"I don't know." He whispered. "Maybe he's finally just had enough."
"Enough of what?"
"Of me."
"I don't think Remus could ever have enough of you." James said. "He's like crazy obsessed with you, it's weird." Sirius smiled slightly, taking another sip of his tea. "And I know you're too."
"But does that matter when all we do is fight all the time?" He asked then, the smile fading. "It can't be healthy."
"You two have always argued a lot."
"James, this isn't just a small argument. Or small fights about unimportant things, like which teacup or jumper is mine or his." Sirius said. "It's stupid but I don't remember why we're fighting but it's bad. And has been for a while."
James was surprised Sirius was opening up now, they hadn't really spoken about it, even though he had tried to talk with Sirius and get him to talk. But he refused everytime.
"It's not a small thing, or it probably was but it's not anymore."
"Sirius-"
"M'sorry I have to go." He said, hanging up the phone, leaning into his hands and letting out a shaky breath. He quickly wiped his eyes, continuing to drink his tea, trying to prepare for whatever was coming.
It was around noon when he heard the front door open and close. Then he heard his backpack drop onto the floor, shoes being kicked off, and footsteps coming towards the living room, where he was. He turned his head to look at Remus as he appeared in the doorway.
"Hey." He whispered, giving him a small smile, it was far from a genuine smile, but at least it was one.
"Hi." He whispered back, looking away. Remus pushed himself off the doorframe, going to sit down onto the sofa next to Sirius, not too close but still next to him. He glanced at Remus, bringing his knees up to his chest. "Are we… Are we going to divorce?" He asked quietly, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer or not.
"No. no, unless-" he trailed off, looking at the floor. "Unless you want to?"
"No. I don't." He whispered. "But is that the right choice?" He looked at Remus who looked lost more than anything. "I-i mean, Remus are you happy with me anymore?" Sirius asked, tears starting to slowly burn in his eyes.
"Of course I am. Sirius, what are you talking about?" He didn't answer but just kept looking at Remus. "Maybe I haven't been the happiest lately, but I'm still happy with you. You make me happy, Sirius, you always have, and still do."
He nodded. "You make me happy too." Sirius whispered, looking down. "But all we've done lately is fight and argue and I'm tired of it. We've fought so much that I don't even remember why we're fighting anymore."
“I don’t either.” Remus admitted. It was quiet for a minute, both trying to think what to say next. “I’m sorry for leaving you like that. And not answering.” He said, not looking away from Sirius even though he wasn’t looking back.
“It’s alright, Rem. I understand.” He said, glancing at Remus to try and show that he was being honest, but quickly looked back down. “I’m sorry too, for everything. I really am, didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you Sirius.”
“You were though.” Sirius answered, glancing at Remus again, he gave him a sad smile.
“I know, but I’m not anymore.” Sirius nodded. “You can be mad at me if you want, you have every right to be, but I hope you’re not.”
“I’m not.” He whispered. “And won’t be, I promise.” Remus nodded. Sirius moved so he was sitting a little closer to Remus, and leaned his head on his shoulder. Remus smiled even though Sirius wouldn’t be able to see it, he wrapped his arm around him to pull him a little closer. It was like all the bad things disappeared, like all the wounds had been healed and everything was okay, at least for now, for a moment.
Though there were things they’d still need to talk through and solve, now wasn’t the time for that. Quiet was better for now, instead of the conversation they should be having, there was time to have it later, there was no hurry, not now.
After a while Sirius moved again, this time so he could rest his head on Remus’ chest and he could wrap his arms better around Sirius. They both smiled, and Remus leaned to kiss his head, closing his eyes for a moment, happy that he could now be close to Sirius and everything was alright, at least right now and that was all that really mattered.
“I missed you.” Sirius whispered. “It’s stupid, I know. But I still missed you, moony.”
“It’s not stupid.” He said and Sirius nodded slightly. “I missed you too.”
“You did?” Sirius asked, lifting his head so he could look up to Remus, he smiled with a little laugh.
“Of course I did.” he said, and Sirius nodded, smiling back at him. “Sirius?” Remus asked after a while of them just smiling at each other, Sirius hummed, reaching to brush a strand of hair behind Remus’ ear. “I love you.”
“I love you too, rem.”
A/N:
Hi, I hope you're doing well :)
I also hope you like this one, it's been missing an ending for a while but today in history class I got it written. So thanks to my history teacher I guess
<3
#sirius black#remus lupin#remus john lupin#sirius orion black#james potter#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#marauders#wolfstar#fluff#modern au#wolfstar angst#angst#kinda sad#established relationship#argument#arguing
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james and sirius kissing but the kiss keeps getting broken by james smiling or giggling (the knowledge that he's kissing SIRIUS is so)
#listen who wouldnt be all smiley and blushy when you realize that youre kissing SIRIUS BLACK#prongsfoot#anyways my boy is a pining mess even in an established relationship with sirius
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hi gorgeous!! The way you write james has me thinking non stop about him for days (i need him fr) so on that note, can i please get a request where reader gets jealous for some reason and he doesn’t notice at first cause he only has eyes for her but she kind of gets clingier and a little grumpy so he talks to her and just lots of fluff and cuddles? Thank you <3
thank youu! comments like that make me want to be writing all the time
really hope you like it!! sorry i got a little carried away length-wise
a confession among friends: getting called my boyfriend's sister actually happened to me once and i was soo pissed lmao
pairing: James Potter x reader
word count: 4.1k (not completely proofread)
Boy-friend
You weren’t much in the mood for a party. No matter how many times Sirius clarified that it was only a “get together,” it was a party. Still, James had wanted to come, and there’d been plenty of times he’d come out because you were the one who felt like it, so you were happy to try to make the most of it.
James comes up behind you now, surprising you and tickling you with no warning. You break out in full laughter but contort to smack him away.
“Stop! stop!” you half laugh, half yell.
“Alright, shortcake, but if I catch you looking grumpy again, you’re gonna get it,” he replies cheekily, giving you a playfully accusatory squint. “Shortcake” wasn’t your favourite of his nicknames, but it had stuck after one night the boys had had way too much to drink and way too much fun making fun of you for being the shortest of the group, not bothering with your contention that it wasn’t fair since you were the only girl.
“I was not looking grumpy.”
“Given I’m the one who could see what you looked like, not you, I think my word counts for more here.”
“What are you two on about?” Sirius interrupts, wrapping an arm around James’s shoulders in their typically brotherly way.
“Was or was she not looking grumpy just now?” James asks.
“Was,” Sirius nods affirmatively.
“Whatever, you losers,” you roll your eyes at them. “Anyway, if I’m looking bored” — you glare at them before either corrects your word choice — “I feel justified in blaming the host of the party,” you smirk at Sirius.
“It’s not a party; it’s a get t—“
“A get together,” you both finish for him.
“Yes, yes, we know, mate,” James laughs. “Lots of people in your flat for a ‘get together,’ don’t you think?”
“Well, I’ve just made lots of cool friends recently. Thought it’d be nice for them to meet each other,” he shrugs.
“Always so generous,” you tease.
“‘Course,” he shrugs. “How else are you two annoyingly romantic recluses going to meet anyone new? You never leave your flat.”
“We do so,” you try, but it sounds damningly defensive. You cringe before Sirius can pounce and add, “Well, we’re here now aren’t we?”
“Fair. Glad you’ve graced me with your presence, L/N,” Sirius smiles.
Just then a small toy football whizzes past Sirius’s head.
“Oi!” he yells, turning towards the source of the projectile. “No indoor football!” Then he grins his characteristically wolfish smile. “Not before I get to pick teams! I am host after all.” He grabs you by the wrist, dragging you with him. When you begin to object, he just shushes you with, “Weren’t you just complaining about being bored?”
James comes too, no dragging necessary. You’re surprised to find Remus, usually so responsible, in the midst of the ball game crowd.
You raise an eyebrow at him, and he chuckles, shrugging and telling you, “It’s Sirius’s flat. Do you think we’d even be able to tell if something got damaged?” He looks around at the messy space.
You all start what was initially some kind of football game, but it just devolves into a drunken monkey in the middle situation.
You get stuck in the middle, for frustratingly longer than most. It’s not fair Remus is so tall, and James so athletic. When you’ve finally had enough, you jump at James when he catches the ball, wrapping your arms around him, not even going for the ball.
“Hey!” he yells as he’s laughing. “Ref! Foul!” He shakes you loose, not without a fight from you. “That’s not the game,” he chides you. He lifts the ball high, and you make the mistake of reaching for it, obviously having no chance. “Gotta try better than that.” He hasn’t stopped laughing as you jump up and down like an idiot.
“I give up,” you announce, winded but smiling slightly.
“Such a sore loser,” he teases, ruffling your hair a bit and giving you a gentle playful push.
“Whatever,” you push him back. “I’m thirsty. You want anything?”
“I’m good. Catch up in a sec.”
“‘Kay.”
He throws the ball over your head at a ready Sirius as you weave your way to the kitchen.
You lean on the counter, drinking some water. You look back over toward your silly boyfriend and best friends, who are still playing the game, but your view is mostly blocked by a couple of girls who are also watching the shenanigans. You don’t mean to eavesdrop, but they’re standing very close to you.
“He’s so cute,” says one of them, a strikingly attractive girl in heels that make her a whole head taller than the other girl.
“Why am I not surprised? You have such a specific type,” laughs her friend.
The gorgeous girl just shrugs, owning it with no shame.
Having witnessed your fair share of such reactions, you automatically assume they’re talking about Sirius. You just smile and roll your eyes, used to it.
Soon the boys are over the antics too even though the game continues without them, and they come get some water as well. James stands next to you as he downs his glass. He bumps his shoulder against yours, a common gesture between you.
The girls turn toward your group now, and the especially pretty one says, “Thanks again for inviting us, Sirius. If I’d realized it was going to get so… physical” — she emphasizes the word seductively, as she nods back to where they had just been throwing the ball — “I wouldn’t’ve worn such high heels.” She kicks her foot back a bit, as if to show the heels she’s blaming, but you don’t miss her turn into it, showing off her (amazing) body.
Sirius just grins knowingly, unfazed.
“You could always take them off,” he suggests nonchalantly.
She giggles and retorts, “But they look so good on me.”
You can’t help but think it’s incredible people actually just talk to each other this way. You feel like you’re watching a movie, sure you’d never feel bold enough to say something like that unless the other person knew it was your line. You’d never been particularly good at flirting, and getting together with James since back at school, you hadn’t had the need in a long time. Even with James, though, you’d never talked like this, not back then, not now. You were glad you didn’t feel the need; everything just came naturally when it came to James. He used to make you nervous from how much you liked him, sure, but for years, you’d become completely comfortable with him. The closest you came to flirting was your quite frequent teasing, but you teased Sirius and Remus as well, and they you.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friends?” The girl’s question breaks you from your thoughts, drawing your gaze to her. Her gaze, you come to find, is not on Sirius, but on James. Directly, aggressively on James.
Oh god. Maybe it wasn’t Sirius after all.
“Oh, how rude of me,” Sirius says, typically theatrical. “Lads, this is Jules and…” Jules introduces her friend, but you miss her name as a group of people near you laugh loudly. “And these are my best mates, Remus, James, and Y/N,” he gestures at each of you in turn. “We go back to our school days,” he adds kind of adorably.
“Oh, how cute!” says Jules.
Ok, not that adorably. You cringe internally at her then feel a bit guilty for disliking this girl for very little reason. Well, maybe there was a reason… but it wasn’t one you felt often.
She hasn’t stopped staring at James the whole time, and you steal a glance at him now. He’s pouring himself more water, quite unaffected. He looks at her only when she addresses him directly.
“You were so good at… whatever you all were doing over there,” she giggles. “James. It was James, right?”
Oh please. She obviously remembered.
“Yeah,” James smiles, wiping some water that had condensed around his glass. “Thanks,” he chuckles and shrugs. “Not much competition, though,” he adds teasingly, shoving Sirius on one side of him and splashing your face with the water droplets lingering on his fingers on the other.
“Oh don’t be mean,” she says exaggeratedly, playfully hitting his shoulder.
You are not a fan of how angry such minimal contact makes you.
“I thought you put up a really good fight against someone so tall and clearly athletic,” she says to you, looking back toward James at the end of her sentence.
James just laughs lightly and, turning to you, bumping your shoulder, asks, “What do you think, shortcake? You think you put up a good fight?” His tone is all teasing.
“You two are too cute,” says Jules.
Weird angle for her obvious flirting, you think.
“Is this your sister?” she asks, pointing between the two of you.
Oh god. You are simultaneously mortified and infuriated.
Sirius breaks out laughing, saying, “I told you I bet other people play siblings or dating with you two when we go out.”
James starts saying something, but just then, the ball from the continued game hits the counter right next to you, knocking over a bunch of water glasses and startling you all.
“Alright,” Sirius chuckles. “Maybe enough with this shit.” He grabs the ball and goes to toss it in a closet. James goest to dry his arm where it got splashed. Remus starts cleaning up the mess. A loudly apologetic bloke you don’t know comes over to help.
The slight chaos has moved the conversation away from what was just happening, and you have no idea how to clarify things without being incredibly awkward.
His sister? What the fuck? Did this girl really not mind being a total bitch to get what she wanted or, worse, did she actually think you were siblings? Did you look like siblings to the rest of the world? Should it bother you so much if you did?
You’re reeling, and start thinking back to what could’ve given her that impression. Your stomach sinks at the realization of so much playful bumping, hair ruffling, and the like. You can’t remember kissing James once tonight. Maybe this isn’t out of the ordinary, with your slight aversion to PDA, but not once? You realize also how many of your gestures toward James you’d also done toward Sirius. How much they behaved similarly not just with you but with each other. Oh god. Were you that sisterly?
You panic, reach for a kitchen towel, and start drying your damp boyfriend, getting way too close and speaking way too loudly when you say, “Let me help you with that, baby.”
James is a little taken aback. You never call him baby. In fact, though his calling you pet names is common, the reverse is rare. You usually stick with “Jamie” … or some dumb teasing insult like “loser.”
“Uh, it’s fine,” he chuckles confusedly. “Wasn’t that much.” You nod and put the towel down. “You okay?” he asks.
“Fine,” you say too quickly.
You glance toward Jules to gauge her reaction, but she’s busy also drying off, her friend having gotten the worst of it, and you’re not sure whether she heard you.
“Wanna go sit down? I’m tired,” you tell James, dragging him by the hand, which you don’t let go of even after he’s clearly following you, back to the living room.
You pull him down to the couch, where you proceed to sit way too close to him despite there being more room on your other side and wind your arm under his as you continue to hold his hand. You kiss his cheek as he settles in.
He’s smiling but asks, “What’s with you, love?”
“Nothing,” you say, but your voice sounds off even to you. You kiss him again, and even more confusion seeps into his smile.
You’re trying to think of something “couple-y” to do but come up with absolutely nothing, an awkward air arising between the two of you as you squirm. You literally cannot remember the last time you felt awkward with him, and now you add feeling guilty into the mix. At your insecurities, at your jealousy, at his slight discomfort, you’re not even sure at what, but it’s awful.
“You sure you’re alright, sweetheart? You’re all tense, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost circulation in my hand at this point,” he chuckles. You notice your grip is vice-like.
His tone is light, but yours is not as you snap, “I’m just holding your hand. I’m your girlfriend; that shouldn’t be weird.”
His smile fades quickly as he answers, “Uh… I didn’t say it was weird, Y/N. Just too tight?” It sounds like a question, but that’s probably just because he seems very confused overall.
“Right. Sorry.” Your voice is much softer now as you let go of his hand.
“It’s fine. Obviously. I just… Um…” He’s searching for what to say, wanting to comfort you but unsure what you even needed comforting from. He opts for just reaching for your hand again, straining a smile though his eyebrows remain in a confused furrow.
“You wanna go disorganize Sirius’s beloved record collection?” he asks mischievously.
“No, not really,” you say softly, not feeling like a prank right now even though you usually did.
“Um, ok.” James looks a bit awkward. “You hungry?”
“No.”
“Right.” A silence. “Let’s just sit here then,” he says, probably a bit more sarcastically than intended.
“Is that so bad? Do we always have to be doing something for me to be fun?” you shoot, standing up. “Why don’t you go find Sirius or Remus, James. I’m sure it won’t even make a difference.” You turn away angrily, but he follows you up quickly and stops you.
“Whoah, what’s up, shortcake?” he asks, eyes wide.
“Don’t call me that. It sounds like you’re teasing your little sister.”
You see something in his eyes at the word “sister,” but you turn and keep trying to walk away before you have time to really analyse it.
James is following you but he has to weave between a group of people you managed to avoid, so you get to the bathroom before he catches up. He knocks a second later.
“Y/N? Can we talk please?” You don’t say anything. “Come on, Y/N. Let me in. Or you come out.” You lean against the door but still don’t say anything.
“I just want to know you’re okay,” he says more softly this time.
“I’m fine,” you say, softly too. “I just need a second, okay? I’ll be out in a minute.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, just give me a minute.”
“Alright, love, but just come back quick, alright?”
You’re not even really sure what you’re doing in here. You just need to collect yourself, you guess. You fiddle with some stuff on the sink then find yourself looking in the mirror.
An ugly thought arises, and you hate it, trying to push it away. It comes back anyway.
She’s much prettier than me…
That distorted inner voice doesn’t stop there.
And better at being a girl.
“You’re being ridiculous,” you whisper out loud to yourself. “Completely ridiculous.”
You wash your hands even though you haven’t used the toilet, shaking your head, your gaze fixed on your hands. Then you go back out into the party.
James is across the room, talking to Remus, but staring at the door you just came out of. As soon as he sees you, he pats Remus on the shoulder, saying something quickly, and starts moving toward you.
He’s stopped in the middle of the room by a perfectly manicured hand on his chest. It’s attached to Jules, of course, and your glare hardens. You’re too far away to hear what she says to him, her hand lingering on him.
James shakes his head a bit at whatever she’s saying, his eyes coming back toward you quickly. He gives her a glance again and a nod then his hand comes to her shoulder. You’re eyes are glued to where they connect, and so your gaze follows the motion of James’s hand gently pushing her body aside. A moment later, it detaches as he continues walking toward you. You haven’t moved when he reaches you.
“Hey,” he says simply.
“Hi,” you return. You look away from his face, shy and confused about what to tell him.
His hand gently guides your chin back up, and you lose yourself in his beautiful eyes for a second. He gives you his warmest smile, and you give him a pitiful but sincere one back.
“You wanna talk about what the hell just happened?” he laughs lightly.
“Isn’t it obvious?” you try. You’re not sure you want it to be, but you’re too embarrassed to explain and would take any option that meant you didn’t have to.
“Actually, it wasn’t,” he chuckles. “When you got weird, I thought it was just because you didn’t want to come tonight,” he starts. “But I still didn’t understand the specific… I don’t know, kind? of weird you got.” His lips quirk into a teasing-adjacent smile here, but your face immediately contorts in embarrassment. You cover it with your hand, but James quickly removes yours with his. “Hey, hey, no, sorry. I’m sorry. It’s alright, lovely.” He caresses your hand he’s still holding. “I’m not teasing, okay?” He smiles at you, and you just keep watching him, but your face relaxes a bit. “Then,” he exhales dramatically, “Remus asked me how you reacted to that girl flirting with me right in front of you then calling you my sister.” He grimaces.
Thank God for Remus, you think, the only emotionally aware man you’ve ever met.
“I hadn’t noticed the first part, sweetheart,” James adds. “The flirting part, I mean. I’m sorry, pretty girl. I mean, she didn’t know I had a girlfriend — clearly — but I would’ve just told her I did if that ball hadn’t hit us.”
“She was really into you,” you say before thinking, unsure where that’s supposed to take the conversation.
“Was she? Huh.” He sounds slightly amused, but you know he’s acting to amuse you.
“You really couldn’t tell?” you ask him. There’s disbelief in your voice, but you’re smiling a bit at him. He takes a step closer to you.
“I mean, I guess in retrospect, it makes sense,” he says honestly. “But I guess I’m out of practice,” he laughs. “And more importantly, I don’t care who’s really into me because I’m really into you, you silly girl.”
You exhale, your heart warming and most of your heavy emotions leaving you. You squeeze his hand, and shaking your head at yourself, bring it to rest on his chest. James chuckles into your hairline, kissing the top of your head and holding it close, his fingers interweaving into your hair.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, your mouth squished against him.
You can feel him shake his head since he’s resting it on yours.
“No need,” he smiles. “I’m sorry. Was quite daft.” You laugh into his chest. You wipe away a tiny tear you’d been about to shed then rest your hand on his chest. The image reminds you, and you jolt upright, looking into his face again. He looks startled but amused.
“What?”
“What was she saying to you? Just now?” You nod toward where they’d been talking. He laughs a full laugh.
“She was telling me we should ditch this get together and go to her place.” He wiggles his eyebrows goofily.
“Jamieee,” you scold, smacking his chest. He grabs hold of your hand and holds it to his heart, thumb caressing the back of it. His other hand still at the nape of your neck.
“She was telling me,” he leans in conspiratorially, “‘sorry for not realizing your girlfriend was your girlfriend,’” he chuckles again. “I guess your little show worked afterward.”
“And what’d you say?”
“Does it matter?” It’s not harsh; he’s all warmth now. Knowing him, you realize he probably just doesn’t see the point of lingering.
“I just want to know,” you say.
“I said I didn’t care and it was fine or something.” He shrugs. “Can’t remember my exact words. Had more important things — a more important person — on my mind, to be honest.” He smiles at you. You smile back.
“I love you,” you tell him.
“I love you too,” he replies with a laugh as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “So much,” he adds, a bit more seriously, and kisses your forehead.
You just stand there, close to each other, your head back on his chest, his arms around you, for a few moments.
Then, leaning back to look at his face, you ask seriously, “Do you really?”
He looks confused by your question, its sincerity. “Of course I do. I adore you. You don’t know that?” His question has more than a tinge of hurt under it.
“No,” you chuckle. But before he can get the wrong idea, you quickly continue, “Of course I know that.” You smile earnestly, and he seems comforted. “I mean, do you really not care? That she couldn’t tell I was your girlfriend?” Your voice grows softer and softer as you ask, and it’s a mere whisper by the end.
“No, sweetheart,” he smiles. “I don’t. I know. And you know. Who cares what other people think?”
“I did,” you scold yourself. “I’m sorry I got so weird. I just… I got really insecure about being just like Sirius or Remus to you. I know I’m just one of you in some ways —“
He cuts you off, “Yeah, baby, you’re one of us in some ways, but not in every way. The four of us, we have something special,” he nods. “But the two of us, we have something special too.” He tightens your embrace. “Seriously special. Yeah, we’re… what? friendly? sometimes. But, darling, you are not like Sirius or Remus to me.” He brings his hand to your face, caressing your cheek. “For starters, I don’t want to kiss Sirius or Remus, and they’re pretty good looking blokes,” he jokes. “And I don’t want to tell them about every single thing that makes me smile — just a lot of them — and about everything important in my life. I don’t need to make sure they’re happy and safe absolutely all of the time. I don’t feel warm and happy to be alive every time I look at them, and I don’t love cuddling with them at night, waking up to them in the morning. Not to even mention the other things that happen in that bed…” Now you laugh too.
“Yeah,” you nod, getting convinced.
“Yeah?” he pushes.
“Yeah,” you say certainly.
“Good.”
You hum a warm assent.
“Now what do you say we ditch this get together and go back to our place?”
You roll your eyes at him but laugh as you nod.
“Yeah, let’s go home.”
He’s nodding as he shifts his arm across your shoulders, kissing the top of your head and continuing to hold you close as you walk toward Sirius and Remus to say goodbye.
“Leaving already?” Sirius complains, teasing you about being antisocial and lame.
“Sorry, mate, but I really want to cuddle up with my girlfriend right now, and this doesn’t seem like the best place for that.”
“Ugh, so cheesy, Prongs. Just leave already,” he says, feigning disgust and pushing James away.
“Good night, gorgeous,” Sirius tells you, kissing your cheek carelessly like he’s done a million times. Similar words, similar gestures, yes, you think, but they don’t feel the same at all. You smile.
“Good night, Siri,” you say. You and James hug Remus too.
James puts his arm back around you as you go to leave. You smile up at him, then, mischief in your eyes, you push him away and walk faster.
“You’re all sweaty, Potter. Gross.” He laughs and play chases you all the way out the door.
Once you’re on the other side of it, enveloped by the welcoming quiet privacy of the night, he catches up to you and pulls you to him. You resist for only a moment, your laughter intermingling with his, then you melt into his embrace.
“C’mere, gorgeous,” James huffs, kissing you ardently. “Can’t wait to get home with you,” he whispers before kissing you again.
#james potter#james potter x reader#james potter imagine#james potter oneshot#james potter fanfic#james potter fluff#james potter angst#james potter x you#james potter x y/n#sirius black#remus lupin#marauders#marauder x reader#marauders fanfic#harry potter fanfic#established relationship
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@a-fangirl-08 i just saw you liking the posts and had the urge to write this. Hope you like it! Also, this is a voldy actually died with Jily AU.
"Are you sure about this?" Draco asks nervously, not for the first time in the past couple of hours.
"Yes, love. It's just Pads and Mooney. They know I'm bringing home my partner tonight."
"Woah, wait! They don't know I'm coming?" Draco asks incredulously.
"I just said they did."
"Harry, love. Have you specifically told them it's me, Draco Malfoy, son to Narcissa Black-Malfoy?"
Harry just looks skyward, avoiding his eyes.
"Harry James Potter! I will kill you and then resurrect you to kill you again if you tell me that-"
Before he can finish his sentence, the door to Grimmauld Place opens. Behind it, Sirius Black, his cousin and Harry's Godfather stands, with an eyebrow raised.
"Are you going to come in? Or do we need to listen to this some more through the charms?" He asks.
"Oh.. we just- yeah let's get inside." Harry stutters out and takes his hand before entering the Noble House of Black.
Sirius doesn't say a word, until they are seaten in the living room, across Professor Lupin.
Before Draco gets to greet the them two formally, he looks at Harry to find him with his eyebrows scrunched up and he then says,
"What charms?"
"They are the opposite of privacy charms, so my lovely ancestors could hear what was going outside their door. It's never been removed, as I got to know a few minutes back." Sirius shrugs and looks from Harry to Draco.
"Oh, okay. Well, er... This is my partner, Draco Malfoy."
"We know." They say in unison and what?
"You know...? How?"
It's Professor Lupin who answers, "Because Harry, he is all you talk about. Have since fourth year. And now, Draco, tell us how were you thinking of resurrecting Harry after killing him? I have some ideas if you want."
"He is teasing, mate. Don't take him seriously," Sirius says before he can muster up any kind of reply, "I'm sure you have heard about us, not as much as we have about you of course."
"Yes, Mr. Black. Harry talks very highly of you both."
"Moons, help me. He is making me sound like some old pureblood man!" Sirius pleas dramatically, or he thinks so?
"Pads, you are an old pureblood man. And Draco, call us Padfoot and Moony if you're comfortable. Or Sirius and Remus would do as well. Let's ditch the formalities, please."
"I am old-" Sirius starts again and Draco smiles softly at them three when even Harry joins in on the banter. There was nothing of this sort at the Manor ever, to make it feel happy and safe.
So he just sits back and enjoys, sometimes commenting about Harry's this or that but otherwise just content to listen to his boyfriend and hopefully soon to be fiance be himself.
#harry potter#hogwarts#marauders era#remus lupin#sirius black#wolfstar#draco malfoy#james potter#hermione granger#drarry#domestic drarry#domestic wolfstar#no voldemort au#drarry ficlet#drarry established relationship#drarry drabble#draco x harry#harry x draco#drarry fanfic#draco lucius malfoy#meeting the family#spontaneous asf
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“Full Moon” marauders x animagus!reader | 1360 words
Summary: you go out with the Marauders for Remus’ transformation
Cw: self-harm, pain
Excited to write this. I feel like it's going to be obscenely long.
The sun is starting to set against the horizon. James carries spare pajamas in his arms, and Remus walks with Sirius’ arm around his shoulders.
You know what to expect. James and Sirius have walked you through the events of tonight a thousand or so times. Remus is staring straight ahead, grim, as Sirius kisses his cheek.
Usually, they use a levitating charm on a rock to immobilize the tree guarding the tunnel, but your animagus form is small and nimble enough to dodge the branches. You will your form to change as the Whomping Willow starts moving. By keeping your body pressed to the ground, you manage to make it to the knot at the base of the tree and press a paw into it.
“Great job.” James tells you as the tree stops moving. It's as if it's frozen, the branches still against the evening. Sirius leads Remus between them.
You walk down the long tunnel to the Shrieking Shack as you hear the Whomping Willow crackle back into motion. Remus is walking much more quickly than he does in the halls, and you have to break into a run on your paws to keep up with the long strides. James scoops you up from the ground.
When you make it to the Shrieking Shack, James pulls up a floorboard and opens the plastic tub under it, placing the pajamas and everyone's wands inside before snapping it shut and putting the panel of the floor back.
“All set.” James tells Remus, who is sitting on the bed in the corner.
It's surprisingly clean here. It's shabby and falling apart on the outside, but the inside has been cleaned by spellwork despite the claw marks marring the walls.
Remus has his eyes squeezed shut. His hands are balled into fists, and James nods.
“Alright. Ready, Padfoot?” He asks Sirius, who is already shifting. You hop onto a rickety table while they become their animagus forms.
Remus’ hands are curling into clawed paws. His face is becoming an elongated snout as he gives a pained howl, his clothes tearing as he grows larger and fur sprouts from his skin. He's panting, gasping for air under the force of his transformation, this new shape too large for his body. His bones crack and break and snap and fuse into their new formation.
Remus looks up from where he's torn into the mattress below him. The only thing that remains of him is his caramel eyes, still oh-so human despite the fact that he's now baring his teeth at the walls.
Sirius lets out a sharp bark, and Remus’ head swings toward him. Remus’ snarl drops almost immediately at the absence of any human nearby.
Sirius said that Remus isn't too aggressive when he has company. Before they had joined him, Remus would come back to campus covered in deep cuts and smeared in blood. Now it's just self-inflicted scratches.
The night goes on somewhat uneventfully. James lays down beside the bed, and Sirius lays next to Remus on the mattress, keeping the wolf from biting and clawing at himself. You join Remus and Sirius on the bed and lay with your paws on Remus’ side. His low whining quells at the sound of your purrs.
Remus’ fur is the same ashy brown as his hair, warm and fluffy and dandelion-soft. Sirius licks at Remus’ face in what you think is an attempt to distract him.
Eventually, you see the moon setting through the boarded-up windows. They're probably enchanted to keep Remus from breaking through them. You're sure that he could rip through the windows if he really wanted to. Then he'd have free rein of Hogsmeade until morning.
The sun will be up soon. You make a noise at Sirius, and he gives you a clumsy nod.
When down comes, you hop off of the bed with Sirius to give Remus space to transform back.
“How're you feeling, Rem?” Sirius asks as soon as everyone's human again. Remus groans.
“We'll get you to Pomfrey's in a bit.” James is getting into the storage in the floor. He throws the pajamas at Remus and Sirius goes to help him get dressed as you're handed your wand.
“Reparo.” You say, pointing it at the bits of fabric that were Remus’ clothes. They swirl back together into garments as James goes about cleaning up the last month's worth of dust. You fix the mattress and the covers.
Remus has a new scratch over his cheek, and his hand has a bite mark torn into it. Blood is seeping into the fabric of what he's wearing. He's leaning a good bit of his weight onto Sirius as he favors one of his legs.
When you make it through the several-minute trek through the tunnel, James leans out to immobilize the tree. The tunnel at the roots is just out of reach of the branches, so the Whomping Willow just fails uselessly as soon as he makes his appearance. You help Sirius get Remus out of the tunnel.
“How're you feeling?” James whispers to you on the way to the castle. You're all moving a lot slower than usual to account for Remus. He's downright exhausted as Sirius leads him through the grounds.
“What do you mean?” You ask.
“Just checking in, sweetheart. Full moons are a lot.” James says.
“I'm fine, Jamie.” You tell him. “I wish that Remus didn't have to deal with that.”
“Me too.”
James has an arm over your shoulder, and he waves his wand to open a door into the castle before Sirius can get to it. The halls are dark and empty, and you wonder for a moment if you'll get in trouble if Filch finds you. Surely, Dumbledore will grant you all pardons. But, then again, only Remus has permission to be out at night.
You get Remus to Madam Pomfrey's. She takes him without any form of fuss, already going on about how sweet it is of you all to come and fetch him at dawn to comfort him after his transformation. She settles Remus into a bed and takes stock of his wounds while James gets into a cupboard for some chocolate.
Remus is happy to eat his candy while being treated. You sit next to his bed with James and Sirius.
“Hey, dovey.” Remus hums. He winces as a potion is dabbed into a cut across his stomach. You try to ignore the way that his voice scratches from its overuse tonight.
“How are you feeling?” You respond.
“Like I had an eventful night.” Remus says. “Have you got my wand, James?”
James nods. “It's in my pocket.”
“Great.”
Sirius leans his head on your shoulder, curls tickling your cheek. You all sit by Remus’ bed, waiting for him to be discharged. Remus shares his chocolate while Madam Pomfrey works on his scratches.
James helps Remus stand when he's allowed to leave. You decide that it's your turn to help Remus walk, and you put an arm around his waist as Remus kisses your temple. You all walk up staircases and through halls until you reach the Fat Lady’s portrait.
Sirius opens the portrait hole and you all help Remus get through to Gryffindor Tower. The fireplace is lit in the hearth, and the entire room is empty. It probably won’t be for long, so you all help Remus up the stairs and into new pajamas before he gets tucked into bed. He’ll sleep in until classes start, and Sirius makes a breakfast run.
You climb into bed with Remus. He puts an arm around your shoulder as he leans into his headboard.
“Are you okay?” You ask.
“Yeah. I'll be fine, dove.” Remus tells you.
Sirius comes back with breakfast, and you have a slice of toast. Remus eats like he's never eaten before. It makes sense; transforming must burn a lot of calories.
When everyone is done eating, James vanishes the leftovers. Remus rests his head on your shoulder. He closes his eyes against the morning light which filters through the window.
And you lay there in the aftermath of the full moon.
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That awfully sappy Cranberries song that Moony has been obsessed with lately comes on the radio again. Almost obligatorily, Remus grabs Sirius’ hands to fit him flush against his body, familiar the way a lock and a key are with one another, and he leads them in an ambling slow dance around the kitchen.
“I won’t lie to you, Remus…This feels pretty gay.”
Moony sighs in that exasperated way that Sirius always finds himself absolutely weak for.
“Pads, we’ve been shagging regularly and vigorously for well over a decade now.” He raises a wry brow. “Think maybe that ship’s sailed.”
There is a dimple—well-known and well-loved—that appears in Moony’s right cheek whenever he’s fighting a smile as he’s doing right now, and Sirius is going mad restraining himself from kissing it. But that would be conceding to the gay agenda—and Sirius Black’s willpower is stronger than that. So instead he blows a petulant and obnoxious raspberry into the crook of Moony’s neck.
Remus sighs again.
You know I’m such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger.
#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar#Remus Lupin#Sirius Black#humor#fluff#look this one is actually short!!#I was listening to linger on repeat in the car and made myself happy/sad#established relationship
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i jus had an idea for a prank era fic that i have literally never seen before like im sure it has been done at some point but in my 10+ years and across multiple different platforms of this fandom ive never seen myself and i am gate keeping it till i can get it out and im actually anxious with excitement like 😩😩😩
#it will include background jegulus and marylily#but i'm gonna make it double painful and show how it affects and developing jegulus#because regulus black will ALWAYS choose his brother first#and established wolfstar because it hurts so much more when they are actually together when it happens#include a good black brothers relationship post they both ran away and are living at the potters#the prank#marauders era#the marauders#wolfstar#remus x sirius#remus lupin#sirius black#jegulus#dead gay wizards#perry's pontification
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