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tortoisebore · 9 months

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I just saw your post abt chapter 8 so naturally i have to ask what kind of drunk are the marauders? (Ex: Happy drunk, sad drunk, horny drunk etc..)

i’m finally starting to get caught up on these again eeeeeeeeeeeeeee i love this one 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 (just doing remus & sirius or else this would be 5,000 words)

i feel like everyone has four phases of drunk. and every kind of drunk is different like wine drunk does not equal tequila drunk but for consistency’s sake let’s say this is a typical night out, we’re ordering an uber bc we’re all planning on getting fully drunk tn, we’re doing cocktails, we’re having fun

sirius is a party girl & has a pretty decent tolerance but once the third drink hits he’s on a downward spiral. he starts off very excitable—he’s happy to be here, he’s happy you’re here, he’s happy there’s a drink in everyone’s hand. phase two is the dancey phase. if the music is bad he’s just doing a little shimmy at the bar but if it’s good he’s physically dragging ppl onto the dance floor. if there’s not a dance floor he’s making one. remus hasn’t had anywhere close to enough to drink to dance by the time sirius is this phase of drunk so when sirius makes a beeline for him and pulls at his arm he’s all “oh my god sirius stop i’m not going to dance fuck off you’re so embarrassing” but sirius is like “SORRY CANT HEAR U OVER ALL THIS DANCING 🕺🕺🕺 GET UR ASS UP RN 💃💃💃” and sometimes remus gives in then but sometimes he has to be deeper into his own drunk journey to get anywhere near a dance floor.

sirius’ phase 3 is horny bc everyone has a horny phase when they’re drunk. this phase starts at the tail end of his fourth drink—he’s at the bar & takes that last little sip out of the tiny cocktail straw and then he’s getting tunnel vision going “remus remus remus where’s remus oh my god look at him he’s so fuckidnf sexy how does he do it get a load of that sweater holy shit 🫦👹👺🤭😛🥰 hot damn that’s my bb 🤩🥵😳🫠🥴😋.” and remus is only on his second phase of drunk right now & they’re rarely at their own respective horny phases at the same so sirius’ advances are brushed off a bit. like he’s sliding in behind remus & sticking his hands up his shirt and whispering all sorts of shit into his ear like “c’mon let’s go to the bathroom” and “wanna make u feel good” and “i’ll do anything u want pls pls pls need u so bad pls” but remus is very much not on the same planet and he’s like “we’re not gonna fuck in the bathroom u beautiful silly goose!! 😄 that’s crazy!! 😁 omg 😍 ur so so pretty!! 😄 ur my bf & we’re in love 🥰 can u believe it!!”

and sirius is pouty about it for a minute but by the time he finishes his next drink he’s officially in phase four which is the “life is so beautiful i love u all so much” phase. about 50% of the time this involves crying and the other 50% it involves going around the room hanging off everyone’s arm & giving a speech about “you’re all just my favorite people i can’t believe i get to know u all you’re so beautiful i love my life.” and by this point remus is in deep enough to give in when sirius throws himself into his arms and gives him a little smile & says “☺️ do u wanna dance w me 🙂🥰” so they have a song and a dance or four or five before it’s time to go home.

remus’ four phases of drunk are a little more subdued. phase one is the loosey goosey phase, he’s relaxed and not thinking ab all the things that are stressing him out and he’s less snippy after a couple drinks. but phase two is the loud talking phase. he’s feeling good he’s feeling chatty. he wants to tell u in depth all about this documentary he saw the other day about ancient global architecture designed around the summer solstice. he’s gesturing with his hands and his eyes are all big and he’s talking way too fucking loud. like…… way too fucking loud. people are starting to look over remus pls can u lower ur voice just a little this is getting weird

phase three is an extension of phase two. he’s still feeling good feeling chatty but now he’s getting all sappy and sweet and giddy. he’s looking at sirius across the room like 🤩❤️🫶💕🥹🥰💓😘💞✨😍💖💓 and going “oh my god……oh my god. look at him. stunning” and sighing and waxing poetic to whoever’s next to him but there’s a 75% chance that it’s just a stranger at the bar. and then sirius comes over and he’s throwing himself all over remus going “need u so bad bby can we go home” and “i’m wearing that thing u like under here wanna see” but remus is too starry-eyed to take him up on it. like he’s not even rly listening bc he's too busy touching sirius’ face and watching the clips in his hair sparkle under the lights to do anything but gasp and ooh and ahh and be like “wow!! wow!! look!! at you!! oh!! my god!!”

but one more drink in and he’s officially entered his final horny phase, which is definitely less in-your-face than sirius’ but it’s about a hundred times more intense. normally sirius has simmered down a bit by the time remus’ phase four rolls around, but now remus is in deep enough to watch him a little more intently. like he’s giving less 🥰🤩💞✨😍💕 and more 😶🤤😵‍💫🥴🥵😏. and he’s not going to do much other than stare until they’re home (bc he’s absolutely not afraid of some pda but he’s possessive down to his bones & doesn’t want to risk anyone else watching sirius like that) and he always says he’s going to play it cool & keep them both in line until they’re out of there, but a few more sips of the right kind of liquor and it’s game over. so when sirius asks him to dance they’re 100% doing more touching and ogling and grinding than actual dancing bc the second remus gets his hands on sirius’ skin it’s lights out for his big ole brain, he’s running on caveman brain cells & caveman brain cells are just saying “pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty”

they’re probably getting kicked out of the club/bar eventually but like good for them go gays go !!

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason #my four phases of drunk are a mix of both of them #bc these rambles are nothing if not me projecting

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ellecdc · 2 months

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i’m sending rem a very big GET FUCKED after the second chapter for AMWAP

CANT RUNAWAY NOW ASSHOLE.

ugh i love how you still incorporate the friendship with the other marauders. i think that’s such a small detail that i wholeheartedly enjoy. and the inner dialogue of rem’s dilemma is so so good. i find myself relating to his thoughts UGH ITS ALL SO NICE

OMG AND THE RESEARCH PART? like that shit can’t be easy to write like wtf i’m over here say reading it as if it’s real. are you google? is your mind the library of alexandria?

anyways love the chapter (SHOCKER😨) mwah mwah hope your day is going amazing 💕💕

LOLOLOLOLOL poor Remus - he should get back in the pond if he's gonna be a silly goose

James is like begging Remus to just let them help him and he's jakfdifbvaghfiluhfsjdea, Peter is so worried and Sirius just can't help but take the piss - as he should.

Also....Moony guys.......I know for a fact that at the end of the chapter, moons was just like:

He's like this is what I've been trying to tell you no one ever listens to moony wtf.

the research was hard I'm not going to lie and I ended up so deep in Harry Potter/Wizarding World articles and research this afternoon I wasn't sure I'd ever make it back out (using my research skills for GOOD) so I'm glad it translated okay!!!!

Love you so much you're the light of my life happy valentines dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy <33333

#marauders era #remus is a man with a plan #ask elle #elle chats #remus lupin is so done

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Newcomers and Nargles

Hey folks! I wrote this for the Noot Fest on the SW discord--hope you enjoy! This is based on a few different asks I received after posting Delivery Boy, a pre-Coops sickfic where the Lovegoods live in the same apartment as Remus. Thanks for taking such an interest in it! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

Sirius checked his watch and knocked on the door a third time, slightly louder. A burst of giggles erupted from inside the apartment and he double-checked the address he had saved in his phone; it matched the worn gold numbers in front of him, but that voice certainly didn’t belong to Remus.

“Loops?” he called cautiously. They were definitely going to be late. “Loops, are you in there?”

Just as he raised his hand to knock once more, the door swung open in a burst of light and movement. “Hi!” Remus said, flushed and out of breath as he balanced a child—a child?—on his hip. “Hey, Sirius, how’s it going? Long time, no see.”

“I saw you this afternoon?” Sirius stared at the little girl in befuddlement while she expertly braided a few loose threads from his sweater.

“Right, yeah, totally.” Remus shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Uh, how can I help you? Did you need something?”

“The team dinner starts soon, and you mentioned you wanted a ride, so…”

Sirius trailed off as Remus closed his eyes with a sigh. The little girl really didn’t look like him, with white-blonde hair and the largest blue eyes Sirius had ever seen. “That was tonight.”

“Yep.”

“I did tell you I wanted a ride, didn’t I?” He groaned. “God, I’m so sorry, her mom called at the last minute and I totally forgot to tell you—”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Sirius said in a hurry as his heart sank. Remus had a child. A whole child that he needed to take care of. A child that looked close to four years old, but it wasn’t like Sirius was entitled to his private life or anything, it was just a bit crushing to know that he had absolutely no chance with the man of his dreams who (apparently) had a…wife? Girlfriend? Ex, whom he was involved with in raising their child? “I’ll just head out, then.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Your daughter comes first.”

Remus paused, then frowned. “What?”

The little girl giggled and turned her pale gaze on Sirius. “Your friend is a silly goose!”

“Definitely,” Remus laughed, hitching her back up on his hip before turning to Sirius. “Uh, Sirius, this is Luna. Her parents live a floor above me and they needed a babysitter for the night. I promise I have no secret children.”

“Oh, good,” he blurted before he could think. He internally cringed and tried to backtrack. “I mean, sorry, I really shouldn’t have assumed.”

Remus looked at him in faint amusement. His eyes glittered with it, and Sirius suddenly wanted to make him look like that every single day. “Are you done panicking?”

“Yes,” he said with a breathless laugh. “Yes, absolutely. It’s nice to meet you, Luna.”

She tightened one hand in Remus’ sweater and leaned dangerously far forward, until her nose almost touched Sirius’. After one slow blink, her face split into a beaming smile. “I like you! You don’t have any nargles at all!”

“…thank you?”

“How about you tell him what nargles are, sunshine,” Remus suggested.

Luna lit up like her namesake. “Oh, they’re fascinating creatures! They live around people’s heads and steal their thoughts, and they’re particular-ily common under mistletoe.” She reached out and patted his cheek. “You don’t have to worry about them, though. Remus has lots.”

“I have lots,” Remus confirmed, casting Sirius a secret smile over Luna’s shoulder that made his heart flutter.

“It’s why he leaves his tea out all the time, and why Mama has to bring the spare key twice a month,” Luna said sagely. “It’s alright. He can’t help it.”

A clock somewhere in the vicinity of Remus’ kitchen chimed six o’clock. His face fell. “I should head to dinner.”

“Yeah, probably.” A part of Sirius’ hopeful little heart believed that the disappointment on Remus’ face was real. “Thanks for stopping by. It was good to see you.”

“Good to see you, too.” Sirius offered a smile; his whole chest warmed when Remus’ eyes crinkled. “It was lovely to meet you, Luna.”

“Will you come back tomorrow for tea?” she asked. “I like you, and you can help Remus remember his tea before it goes cold. The nargles really are out of control in here.”

He channeled every ounce of self-control to nod solemnly while Remus bit his lip to keep from laughing. “I’ll see what I can do. Have a good night.”

“Drive safe!” Remus called after him as he headed down the hall.

“Wait!” There was a rustle and a light thump, and then Sirius’ right leg was occupied by a mane of blonde hair over Frozen pajamas. Luna turned pleading eyes on him. “If you see a Crumple-Horned Snorkack on your way, you have to promise to tell me!”

“Her dad said they’d go to the aquarium if she found one,” Remus explained, looking mildly embarrassed. “Luna, you need to let go of his leg so he can eat with his friends.”

“My sincerest apologies,” she said with a short bow. “You can eat dinner with us, if you like.”

“Oh, no,” Remus said quickly, before he could answer yes, yes, one hundred percent yes. “Sirius has plans, sunshine. Maybe another time.”

“Another time,” Sirius confirmed. Remus raised his eyebrows in clear surprise. “I’d love to.”

The dimpled smile that earned him carried his spirits throughout the entire team dinner.

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imaginejamesandremus · 3 years

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please, the header to this account made me giggle :) okay, prompt time: James is always portrayed as the Super Strong Shoulder-to-Cry-On guy. I don't think that's necessarily sustainable. Basically, James is stretched thin and doesn't want to burden his already well... burdened friends with his issues. Queue Remus noticing something wrong and comforting him!

16 years ago, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter gave birth to a miracle little boy, raised him up to the age of 9, and then designated him the family therapist.

Fleamont talked to him about his potion making, asking his son for ideas about why things went wrong and becoming quite frustrated when James, who just wanted to play with the muggle kids down the block, couldn’t think of an answer.

Euphemia complained to him about all the work she had to do around the house. At 82 years old, she reasoned, she shouldn’t have to do a thing! She should be retired by now. James, who Euphemia had to feed and clothe and care for, couldn’t help but feel responsible for her burden. Late at night, the nine year old boy would sneak out of his room and sweep and dust set everything straight. Euphemia never seemed to notice.

When his parents would argue, the massive family home would be oppressively silent, and things never seemed to get resolved until James went and listened to both of their sides and, sometimes over the course of a few weeks, convinced them to make up.

In the summer before James’s third year at Hogwarts, Remus moved in with the Potters. It was around this time that Euphemia taught James how to use a stove, handed him a recipe book, and wiped her elderly hands of mealtime responsibility (she and Fleamont had begun their retirement and started to eat out much more, leaving James responsible only for his and Remus’s meals.)

The summer before James’s fifth year, Sirius turned up, beaten and bruised, on James’s doorstep. With Sirius’s parent trauma and Remus’s parent trauma, James was playing family therapist again but he didn’t mind so much this time (it’s different with peers), though mealtimes were getting harder to handle.

At Hogwarts, he had Quidditch practice (that he had to organise!) Quidditch games, loads of homework, essays, class projects, two traumatized friends who were also swamped with work but with less coping strategies to deal with it. Kids in younger years needed help with homework, help finding classes, help, help, help, and James was approachable enough that they always seemed to find him out of the thousand other kids in the school. He had tryouts to hold for Quidditch, tryouts to hold for the underground theatre club (which met at night!) of which he was the main writer of the plays. He had a musical in the works he had to write the score for, and a scooby-doo animation he was working on for the first years. He made sure his friends ate, kept Remus company on the full moon, covered their assignments when they missed a day for personal reasons, and on top of All Of That, he was supposed to be organizing pranks to keep his title of Mischief Lord out of contention.

James was stretched thin heading into the winter holidays. His parents were off vacationing somewhere warm, so he, Sirius, and Remus would have the house to themselves.

The students were gathering outside of the Hogwarts Express, huddling together and waiting to be let in out of the cold. While Sirius and Remus were debating some silly anthropological question (“What human ancestors would be ethical to bang?”), and James tried to figure out what he was going to make for Christmas dinner that wouldn’t psychologically break him (pork roulade? roast goose? Surely he could get his friends to help with that, though he hated to ask)- When Lily Evans came up and asked to stay the holidays because Snape was stalking her and she couldn't go home and she couldn't stay there.

He said yes, of course, and mentally recalculated how much food he'd need for Christmas dinner.

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The four of them arrived at the Potter mansion hungry and a bit sleepy from the long ride. James made dinner (he threw together a pizza) while Sirius got Lily set up in a guest room.

The next night was the full moon, so no sleep for him, and then he made breakfast and after that he had to work on a script and some transfiguration homework-

When Christmas rolled around, everyone was having tons of fun goofing around- except for James. James was working on dinner.

As he was scouring the goose (more surface area means more crispy skin) he was trying to come up with a novel spell for charms (the current project was to make a spell of your own), and he should really start on the potatoes soon, and-

James blinked uncomprehendingly as the goose, dead and just unthawed, started to bleed red blood. Was it, like, did the company not drain it?

With James’s brain a-fuzz from 6 hours of sleep across the last few days, it took until Remus walked into the kitchen and went “Merlin, mate, you okay?” for him to realize that the reason the goose was bleeding was because james had sliced his finger open.

“Uh-” James stammered, as Remus pulled several tissues from his pocket and wrapped them around James’s finger, pulling him away from the goose.

“You okay?” Remus asked again, looking concerned.

“Uh,” James stared at the tissues, which were starting to turn red.

Remus dragged James over to the sink and replaced the tissues with a damp cloth, “You’ve been… off, lately-” James wouldn’t normally have cut himself. His eyes wandered over to the table. There was blood on the goose. He’d have to get a new one, or- oh, but there was no time, dinner was ruined and it was his fault and he had 4 people to feed and no dinner and it was all his fault-

Remus reached up and cupped James’s cheek in his hand as James suddenly started crying.

“James, tell me what’s wrong,” He said, his voice soft but firm. When James took a shaky breath but didn’t respond, Remus continued, “You haven’t been sleeping. You’ve been eating less. Homeworks been piling up on your desk. Something’s wrong. What is it?” A pause, “You can talk to me.”

James leaned his face into Remus’s palm, tears streaming down his face.

“James. Come on.”

James inhaled shakily, “I messed up dinner.”

“Y-” Remus began.

“I’m cooking for everyone all the time always, and today, when it matters most, I messed it up,” He wiped his face with his hand, “And i don’t have any idea what i’m going to do for charms- I don’t- and the script is rubbish- and- and like you said, the homework’s piling up because i d- I don’t have time for it all!” He squeezed his eyes shut and bonked his head against Remus’s, “And I ruined dinner.”

Remus pulled out his wand and vanished the blood, “There’s that fixed-”

“Diseases, Remus-”

“You’re not diseased, James. Dinner’s fine.” Remus’s green eyes were kind, “C’mere.”

James allowed himself to be pulled into a hug. Remus smelled like cinnamon.

“Let me take a few things off your plate, mmkay?” Remus muttered into James’s ear.

James was about to protest, when Remus said, “I’ll get the script. You focus on classwork, kay? Flitwick will give me leeway. And I’ll help with dinner tonight, too, alright?”

“Mm,” James closed his eyes as Remus gently traced circles onto his back.

“Alright?” Remus asked.

“Alright.”

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lunapwrites · 3 years

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A Rarity

Someone in the HPFC discord got me thinking about Remus gardening while wearing baby Teddy and talking to him like a little adult (because he so would) and I had to write some domestic in-universe fluff. I wouldn't call this spoilers, exactly, but it's a HC I play with sometimes that has no bearing on where my plot is actually heading lol. Scene below the cut.

"I reckon we're in for a tidy yield this time; what do you think, Ted?"

The baby cooed brightly from his sling, his hair turning as blue as the sky above their heads. Fine days like this were a rarity in the Valleys, and Remus was determined to make the most of it. He tied his hair back, dropping to his knees in the soft soil of the garden with his son tucked snugly into his chest.

"See this? First tomato of the season. Une tomate. Your mam will be thrilled," Remus said dryly, showing the offending fruit to the baby. The little boy's hair had turned a matching shade of red. "Oh! Well done." He pressed a kiss to the baby's hair, smiling widely. "Your mam actually hates tomatoes, she does. But that's alright because I need them for things she does like. Like... I dunno, pizza, or bolognese or something. Couple of curries." He snorted. "Actually, there's a lot of things she likes that use them. Bit silly. But maybe you'll like them. I hope you'll at least try them when you're older. Should try everything at least once."

Remus hummed as he checked the remaining fruits on the vine; the rest were still green.

"Needs some more time, this one. See?" He tilted his body slightly so Teddy could see the unripe tomatoes, blinking up at them with newly green eyes. His eyes. The baby wrinkled his nose, his hair turning the same bright green as the tomato his gaze was fixed on.

"You're getting quite good at this, aren't you now then?" He resisted the urge to tap his son's nose; his hands were already covered in dirt. "Next thing you know you'll be morphing your face into Harry's and mocking him at the table."

They worked like that for some time, Remus keeping up a steady stream of easy chatter, informing his son of all the best ways to grow a variety of vegetables and herbs and showing off each in turn as he harvested. Naming them in three languages. Teddy, for his part, watched with slightly unfocused but still-curious eyes, his hair colour shifting with each new treasure his father showed him.

"We've got some nice leeks coming in now then. That's called cennin in Welsh, but the French call it poireau. Bit stuffy, if you ask me." He pulled one of the onions out of the ground, gently shaking the excess soil off the roots. Teddy giggled, shaking his fists, his hair turning a dark brown. "You like that, eh?"

Remus looked down at the basket of vegetables and herbs, taking inventory and making a mental note to check with Molly if she needed any asparagus. The bloody plant had been producing more than any sane man knew what to do with, and he was running out of ideas.

"Might be I could make that risotto again. Seemed like it was a hit — oh! Careful there," he admonished softly, pulling Teddy's tiny hands away from the fennel greens he'd been attempting to stuff into his mouth. Thus foiled, the baby shoved a tiny fist into his mouth instead. Remus sighed.

"I should probably be discouraging this, but as you're already fond of chewing on your own toes I'm going to let you have this one."

The air was split suddenly by the sound of clanging metal, flapping wings, and vicious swearing; Remus looked up just in time to see Sirius running out of the garage like his hair was on fire, pursued by a large and angry goose.

"Looks like someone got on the wrong side of Moriarty again," Remus whispered conspiratorially to his son. Teddy stared, wide-eyed, his hair a shock of yellow so bright it almost hurt to look at him.

Almost.

Remus hauled himself to his feet, brushing the dirt from his jeans and making sure Teddy hadn't grabbed anything else untoward (he had not).

"Suppose we ought to go rescue him. Your mam will have something to say if she comes home and I've let Pads get eaten by the goose again. Do you remember what we call Moriarty in Welsh?" Teddy made a sort of grunty noise; Remus nodded seriously. "Good effort. He's called gwydd. Or oie, in French."

A long string of expletives echoed out over the yard as Moriarty continued his furious pursuit.

"Don't call him that, though," Remus warned. "Your mam and Pads will have to hide for laughing, and I'll be stuck having to pretend to be cross with you."

Between the five of them — Harry and Ginny included — it was almost a guarantee that Teddy's first word would be something particularly foul. Remus sighed, making his way towards the house, whistling sharply.

As expected, Moriarty came waddling over, acting as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Remus pulled a bit of lettuce out of the basket, offering it to the little menace who plucked it cheerfully from his fingers and toddled off, clearly satisfied.

"Don't tell Pads I'm encouraging him," he stage-whispered, and Teddy cooed up at him cheerfully. Moriarty was the only one of their animals that wasn't enamoured with Sirius, having decided that Remus was His Person almost out of spite. It gave Sirius something to do, though, spending hours figuring out how to ward a goose out of his workshop through trial and error. The error, in particular, granted Remus and Dora both endless hours of entertainment.

He stopped at the door, looking out over the garden, the garage where old Baglan's tractor was being repaired. The field where the sheep were grazing. Inside, Sirius was at the kitchen sink, muttering darkly as he washed the motor oil from his hands with the soap that Dora had brought home last week, the one that smelled of oranges and seemed to be working a treat. Dora was due home in an hour, likely full of stories about the newest batch of recruits she was "training." Remus would have called it hazing, but she insisted it was a part of the education that Mad-Eye had given her, and she was intent on keeping his legacy alive. Harry would be working late, bouncing between working at the shop with the twins and trying to find a premises for his own venture — which he still wouldn't divulge any details of to anyone, insisting that the surprise would be worth it. Remus suspected that it was music-related, given Harry's sudden interest in where he'd sourced his record collection.

They'd all worried that after all those years of chaos — of war — they would struggle to settle down. But as always, life surprised them. Things were peaceful, yes, but certainly never boring.

Life was good.

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Silly Goose

(Remus Lupin x Reader)

Requested by the lovely @poppin-potter

Summary: Reader takes care of drunk Remus

Warnings: Drinking/ Alcohol, food

Sorry about the really infrequent posting; school is starting, and it’s been awful trying to juggle this and getting ready for school. Once school resumes on the 19th, posting will be even more infrequent. You can still request things, but just know it’ll take forever to get to. It’s been very stressful considering I have to go back in person, and my school isn’t doing a lot to prevent the spread. I will be trying to catch up on other’s fics in the meantime though.

The Gryffindor common room was packed with students from every house; it was the last day of OWLS. The most popular songs blasted through the stereos causing people to sing and dance in time with the music. Of course alcohol was involved. How could it not be? After weeks of slaving over review materials, everyone was ready to let loose and relax. Even Remus Lupin, a friend of a friend. This friend, being Lily Evans, was your roommate since fourth year.

You knew he was one of the popular boys in school along with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew. It made sense they were well known though. Except for Pettigrew, they were all smart, handsome, funny boys who knew their way around the rules. From what Lily has told you and the short conversations you’ve had with them, you kind of figured out their personalities. Potter was cocky and reckless; he was usually found either with the boys planning something or chasing your red haired friend around. Black was loud and a complete tease; he was always flirting and shooting winks your way. Pettigrew was...quiet and a little creepy; he also was a mouth breather, so he got in your nerves. And Lupin was also quiet, intelligent, and sarcastic; you sat next to him for a couple classes, and you tried your best not to laugh at his little remarks about the content. He noticed your struggle to keep it together when he whispered his comments into your ear when the professor wasn’t looking. To keep it together as in not to burst out laughing, but you did melt a little when you could smell his cologne and chocolate on his breath.

You also found out he was a werewolf after seeing him in the hospital wing every month during your shifts. Volunteering to help heal students back to health is what brought you closer to Remus. Although his friends kept him plenty of company, you wanted wanted to make sure his couple days at the wing weren’t lonely. He admitted he was a werewolf when you asked, not so smoothly, where did he get all the scars and how he got hurt every month. You felt awful after asking, but he was okay with it. He knew you were friends with Lily, and from what he could tell, you were trustworthy.

You were seated on a velvet love seat next to Lily and your best friend, Y/F’s/N. They were talking about dating which didn’t interest you, so you stared into space daydreaming about about a trip to Italy. Lily rudely interrupted your visions of running through an art museum by poking your arm. You looked at her slightly annoyed and hummed in response.

“What about you? Do you have your eyes on someone?” she asked. She already knew the truth, but she wanted to hear you admit you had feelings for the tall werewolf. Your quick glances and nervous behavior didn’t go unnoticed.

“No. Not that I can think of,” you lied. You returned you gaze back to the wall, hoping you could go back to daydreaming, so you didn’t have to continue the conversation.

“Really? Not even Remus?” Lily teased. “Could have been fooled.”

Loud laughing distracted you from coming up with a smart ass reply. You and your friends swiveled around to see the Marauders laughing about something. Whatever it was, it seemed hilarious. You didn’t even realise you were smiling when you observed Remus doubled over laughing; his smile wide and eyes teary.

“Don’t you think Remus is so cute, Y/N?” Y/F’s/N pokes you.

Your face felt hot as you tore your gaze away from the sandy haired boy.

“Ooo you do! Why don’t you ask him out? He’s right over there,” Lily pushed you.

“Nooo. I could never do that!” you objected.

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t like me in that way! I’ll just embarrass myself.”

“Whatever you say,” Lily sang raising her eyebrows in response.

----

As the clock’s hands inched closer to two a.m., the students began to filter out the common room. The only people left were the Marauders, you, and Lily. The boys were clearly drunk as they slurred their way through plans of future pranks. You got up from your spot and began to pick up the cups strewn around the floor and coffee table.

“Do you need help?” Lily asked with a yawn.

“Nah. I’m fine. Maybe you could help the boys up the stairs,” you laughed as you watched them stumble to the boys dorm, “looks like they need it.”

“Ha ha yeah. I’ll help James and Sirius if you help Remus.”

“What? That wasn’t part of the deal!” You could feel the heat on your face as you looked past Lily to see Remus waving at you and stumbling backward.

“Maybe. Alright. What about this? I’ll help Sirius and James and pick up the rest of the rubbish if you take care of Remus.”

“Fine. If that means you’ll stop telling me to ask him out.”

She rolled her eyes “I only want you to get yourself a man; you complain about not having a boyfriend.”

That was one hundred percent true. You didn’t want to sound desperate, but you were kinda lonely and felt like you were mature enough to try dating. You also wouldn’t admit this out loud, but you were jealous of your friends who went on dates during Hogsmeade trips, leaving you alone.

You walked over to the sweater clad boy on the small desk and waved.

“Hello,” he greeted in a quiet voice and waved back.

“All right, Rem. Let’s get you to bed.” You reached your hand out to show you wanted him to follow you. He hopped off the desk and pulls you in for warm hug. Your thoughts could be best described as a giant exclamation point; the hug was totally unexpected as Remus wasn’t a fan of pda, and since you had a crush on him, the butterflies in your stomach threatened to spill.

“I like it when you call me that. It makes me very happy,” he admitted with a pleased smile.

“What? Rem?” you giggled as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grip.

“Mhmm” he let you grab his arm and walk up the stairs one step at a time.

You felt your arm tug as you tried taking another step and looked down. Remus had apparently tripped.

“Oh dear. Come on,” you helped pull him back on his feet. Once he’s standing again, he brings his arm around your shoulders for support. The smell of alcohol hung off his breath as you wondered how much he had. Either he was really happy the year ended or his week had been rough.

You pulled your wand out of your sweater pocket and muttered a spell to get into the boys’ dorm.

“You’re so smart,” he praised you.

“Thanks...so are you.” Wow. This is awkward.

“No. You’re crazy smart,” he reiterated with a lopsided smile,“ and cute.”

“My goodness. We’re confident today. You’re pretty good looking yourself,” you sent a wink his way as the blush returned from earlier.

The two of you finally made it to his dorm room; the other three occupants were laying in bed. You guided him to the four poster bed to the farthest side on the right wall and took off his shoes when he sat down.

“Okay. I’m going to go get you something to eat soon, but I need you to get dressed in pajamas. Are they in your trunk?”

“Ooo food! Yes. The trunk,” he rubbed his eyes and watched contently as you rummaged through his trunk. You grabbed a water bottle and a pair of blue matching pajamas.

“Thank you, Y/N!” He unscrewed the cap and started chugging its contents causing you to cover your mouth in an attempt to not laugh. The rest of the boys were trying to sleep.

“Try not to drink the whole thing!”

He stopped to shoot you an incredulous look. “But I’m thirsty.”

You laughed silently and moved toward the door.

“Wait. Don’t leave me! Stayyyy,” he whined, “I promise I won’t drink all the water.”

“I’ll be right back. I’m just getting you a snack.”

“Oh! Silly goose.”

You laughed at the odd phrase. “What? Me?”

“No me. I forgot you were getting food.”

“Get dressed, Rem,” you pointed to the clothes on his lap. He smiled in return.

——

You got back from the kitchens with some crackers without getting caught surprisingly and noticed Remus had fallen asleep. Smiling to yourself, you walked into the bathroom and grabbed the bin to set next to his bed.

You tiptoed your way to his bed, careful not to wake the others. He did in fact get dressed in the pajamas you gave him but the shirt was buttoned incorrectly. You resisted the urge to fix it and set down the crackers and bin.

Before leaving you got out a piece of parchment and a quill from his school bag propped up next to the nightstand.

You were feeling a little brave, so you wrote:

Hello, Rem! (Or silly goose as you called yourself)

How did you sleep? Hope you’re feeling good. Your water is on the stand, and I left some crackers for you. The bin is on the floor if you need it.

You looked like you had a great time last night. Who knew you would be so clingy when drunk? Don’t worry; you didn’t do anything stupid.

It was nice to talk to you outside of the hospital wing and class. Maybe we can study in the library next week? I’d love to get to know you better.

-Y/N

You then left to go to bed in your own dorm, glad Lily pushed you to take care of Remus.

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stylesluxx · 4 years

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mom and dad – s.black

[warnings: minor swearing]

summary: in which y/n and sirius are parents

word count: 1,510

masterlist

June 3, 1979.

It was about a year after you finished school at Hogwarts. You and Sirius had been together since fifth year and it's been smooth sailing since. Lily was your best friend since first year and after a while, the boys started to grow on you. You and Sirius grew super close (you would share things that even James and Lily didn't know) and one day he asked you out which is what lead to your current predicament.

You had been cramping all week but you just brushed it off, thinking your period was coming soon. But after another week with no period, you began to panic.

"Sirius?" You said just above a whisper.

You sat at the edge of the bed when he walked in. Your hands were gripping the sheets and you kept your eyes focused on your lap before looking over at him.

"What's the matter, my love?" He asked and crouched down below you.

He rested his hands on top of yours and he made eye contact with you. He was always so good at being a calming presence.

"I think I'm pregnant," You told him and watched his face for a reaction.

His eyes grew wide before relaxing, he didn't want to cause you any more panic.

"Okay, I'll go get a test and I'll be right back," He told you softly and you nodded.

He stood up and kissed the top of your head. He put his shoes on and headed out to the store while you nervously waited.

You fiddled with your fingers and tried to think about all the possible outcomes. You and Sirius weren't ready to be parents. You were 20, with a war on the horizon. And neither you or Sirius knew what healthy parenting looked like. This was all so foreign to you.

What would Sirius want? What if you wanted completely different things? You might want to keep the baby, but what if he didn't? What if this baby changes everything about your relationship with him, your best friend? Could you handle losing him?

Eventually, you were broken out of your thoughts by a hand rubbing your cheek softly. You took the box from his hand and stood up to walk into the bathroom.

"Call me when you finish," He said and let you go.

You walked to the bathroom and softly shut the door behind you. You looked at the box, reading the instructions before following them. When you finished peeing, you sat the test on the counter and washed your hands. You opened the door and let Sirius come in. You sat on the lid of the toilet and Sirius sat on the edge of the tub as he took your hands in his.

"My hands are still wet," You mumbled and tried to pull them away from him.

"That's fine," He said and kept a tight grip. "No matter what, my love for you won't change. It's me and you forever, okay?"

"Okay," You nodded happily and gave him a small smile. "Thank you."

"For?"

"You always reassure me and you never make it seem like a chore."

"Because loving you isn't a chore, it's not dreadful to do. It's second nature to me." You smiled and pecked his lips softly. "So how long do we have to wait?"

"Couple more minutes."

—

A regular day in the Black household would consist of either you or Sirius waking up to make breakfast. Today, that was your duty.

You rolled out of bed, washed your face, brushed your teeth, and went back to the bedroom to kiss Sirius' cheek. You went downstairs to the kitchen and started making the heart-shaped pancakes your baby liked.

You looked over at the clock and read it was 9:29. You picked up the plastic plate and held it while you smiled waiting for 9:30 to hit. The pitter-patter of tiny feet flooded your ears and you knew you were right on schedule.

9:30

"Mommy Goose!"

"Baby Goose!"

Your two year old ran over and hugged your kids and you ran a hand through her curly black hair. You looked down and saw her grey eyes light up at the sight of you. She was mostly Sirius but her skin tone was a mix of the both of you.

"Good morning, Baby," You smiled. "I made your favorite pancakes."

"Oooh thank you, Mommy!"

"You're welcome."

You put the plate on the kitchen table and picked up your girl before sitting her in her spot.

"Where's Daddy?" You asked her and handed her a baby fork.

"Right here! I thought it was breakfast time, where's the music?" Sirius spoke enthusiastically, practically jumping into the room.

"Sirius, you know she can't eat with music on," You scolded him, giving him a warning look.

"But it's morning!" He argued.

"Music! Music! Music!" Your baby chanted, her mouth full of pancakes.

You sighed and shook your head as Sirius walked to the record player.

"Beatles!" She demanded and hit the table with the fork.

"Okay, okay," Sirius laughed and took out the vinyl. He set it on the plate and placed the needle at the right spot.

"Here Comes The Sun" starts playing and she's already wiggling out of her seat.

"Okay, Silly, let me put you down," You giggled at her antics.

You took her from her chair and set her on the floor. She quickly ran over to her dad and took his hands so they could dance together.

"You like this song, Buggy?" Sirius laughed as he watched her dance.

"Yeah!"

"You know she loves this song, we listen to it every day," You said and went to the kitchen to make you and Sirius plates.

The song ended and Sirius set your two year old back in her chair. He took his plate from you and kissed your cheek.

"Thank you, Baby," He hummed and sat down at the table.

You all sat at the table and ate the pancakes quietly and you watched as Sirius occasionally snuck silly faces across the table to distract the baby.

"Movie?" She spoke up and set her fork on her plate.

"It is movie time, Buggy," Sirius nodded. "But we have to clean up for Mommy."

"Okay," She nodded and licked the syrup off her fingers.

Sirius stood up and took the empty plates into the kitchen so he could wash them. You stood up and picked up your toddler and kissed her cheek softly.

"Ready to get clean?" You asked her and carried her to the bathroom.

"Sticky," She mumbled and looked down at her syrup covered hands in disgust.

"Very sticky," You nodded and scrunched your nose. You held her up to the sink and turned the water on for her. "Wet your hands, Baby."

She nodded and put her tiny hands under the running water.

"Soap," She mumbled to herself and put soap on her hands before rubbing them together and putting them under the water.

"Oh, you're so smart, Baby Goose!" You smiled and turned the water off once she was done.

"Thank you, Mommy," She smiled and hugged you. "Movie?"

"Yeah, let's go get Daddy," You nodded and set her down.

She nodded and went running down the hall. You were walking right behind her but the thing about kids is, sometimes magic can't even save them from the unexpectedness that surrounds them.

As soon as the wail rang through the house, Sirius had her in his arms. He pulled her tight to his chest and rocked her back and forth.

"Oh my girl, what happened?" He asked softly and pushed her hair out her face. You got close to him and rubbed her back softly.

"Baby Goose was so excited to see Daddy, she tripped over her little feet. But she'll be okay, right?" You hummed and looked at her watery eyes.

She nodded and let out another tear as Sirius kissed her forehead. She wrapped her arms around Sirius' neck and one of her hands rubbed his back like you were rubbing hers.

"My sweet girl," You mumbled. "Come, let's watch a movie."

You turn the tv on and grabbed a tape, putting it in the VCR. You sat on the couch beside Sirius and the sniffling toddler. She smiled as the main title came up and rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"I want snacks," She said and looked up at Sirius.

"Anything for you, Buggy," He nodded and moved her off his lap and onto the couch.

"Mommy too," She said and scooted closet to you, ready her head on your arm.

"Mhm, Mommy too," You nodded and shooed Sirius away.

He came back with the snacks and opened the back for her. She was so focused on the movie, yet so tired, she fell asleep with a snack in her mouth.

"Can you believe I'm someone's snack bitch?" Sirius mumbled and took the snacks from his daughter's hand, and eating them spitefully.

"Can you believe we're Mom and Dad?"

"Well, technically you’re Mommy Goose."

[AN: so ummm, this was only supposed to be about 700 words lol. also, I did have a name for the baby, but I figured you guys would rather name her whatever you wanted to, so I tried to not make it specific]

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the-demelza-robins · 3 years

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american high school!jily (pt III)

helloo! happy halloween! here’s part three — stuff happens 👀

you can read this on ao3, and you can also read part one and part two here on tumblr!

IT’S HALLOWEEN AND DORCAS, MARLENE, AND LILY ARE LAUGHING AT THEIR REFLECTIONS. They stand in Alice Fortescue’s bathroom, crowded against the counter, vying for mirror space; a half-empty bottle of cheap vodka sits next to the soap container. Lily feels like she’s on fire tonight, and thinks she knows why; it’s not the alcohol (she’s never been a heavy drinker), it’s not the dress, it’s not the cat ears shoved haphazardly onto her head — no, it’s not any of those things, but the promise of Roger. The promise that he’ll be there, tonight, that he’ll be looking for her, that he’ll want to see her in her cat ears and her dress, that she’ll be wanted for maybe the first time in her life.

See you there. See you there.

Those three little words — three years of waiting, pining, and wishing — are more intoxicating than Grey Goose.

What’s wrong with that?

***

Sirius Orion Black comes from old money, and, if the pure determination with which he’s set about trashing his house is anything to go by, his goal must be to get rid of all of it by the time he turns eighteen. This is the seventh blowout he’s thrown since school started two months ago — basically one every weekend — and, so far, each party has topped the last in scale, extravagance, and property damage. As Lily and her friends stumble up the well-manicured lawn and onto the front steps amidst a steady stream of late arrivals, she can already feel the decibels of the Blacks’ surround sound system vibrating through her. She looks around for Roger, but he must already be inside.

Sirius, as always, stands at the front doors, rocking from his heels to the balls of his feet as he welcomes ever more people in, grinning all the while. When Lily and her friends finally manage to make it up the steps, he winks at her — that’s new — and then turns to Marlene and Dorcas, giving them a similar treatment

“Evans. Meadowes. McKinnon.”

Marlene blushes, her slightly intoxicated state making her seem even more like a feather drifting through the air, ready to blow this way and that at the slightest change of wind direction.

Lily, who gets bolder when tipsy, shares no such quality. “Is Roger here?”

Sirius’s brow furrows, and if she were sober she would’ve asked why. But she’s not, and when he nods, she hurries off quickly, tugging Dorcas with her and leaving Marlene to the host.

“Lily. Calm down,” Dorcas whines, though the way that she’s letting Lily pull her through the crowd and toward the keg stand betrays her lack of real complaint.

“Dorcas,” Lily says, coming to a full halt and over enunciating her words. “Roger finally likes me back. I need to find him.”

“Hi, James,” says Dorcas, looking at something behind her. Lily turns and sees James, who seems to have forsaken a costume for a simple pair of (well-fitting) jeans and a shirt. His cheeks are red — from alcohol or from the heat, it’s hard to tell — but when he speaks, he sounds the same as ever: confident, just a little too much so.

“Hi, Dorcas. Hi, Lily.”

Lily realizes she’s been staring at him for too long, and, lest he get the wrong idea, says the first thing that pops into her mind. “Why aren’t you in costume?”

He blinks. For a second, Lily’s back on the soccer field, back to Go out with me, Evans?, back to It was only a dare, but she snaps out of it. She’s a woman on a mission tonight — but now, that mission has two parts. First, find out why James is being such a spoilsport. Second, find Roger.

“I’m dressed up as whoever you want me to be,” he says, and there’s a weird kind of sincerity mixed with self-loathing in his voice, and if Lily were sober she’d surely stop to think about that, too, but at this point there are too many things to think about and the music’s pounding and she’s seen a flash of blond hair head into the kitchen. Don’t be rude, Lily, the somewhat sane voice in her head reminds her, so she turns her attention back to James.

“That’s not a real costume,” Lily says, and Dorcas has disappeared to God knows where, but, looking up at James, she finds that she doesn’t really mind, not now.

James’s mouth quirks up at the side, and he stares at her for a second, something like honey softening between them, until he flicks the ears on her head and laughs. “And that’s what you call a costume, Evans?”

“At least it’s something,” Lily says, somewhat petulantly, to distract herself from the way he’s looking at her, like she’s someone worth keeping. “Easily identifiable. Et cetera.”

“Sure.” She doesn’t know where else this conversation can go, and he seems distracted, now, looking around the crowded room. For a second, she mourns the loss of his attention, but then she feels silly; what did she expect? This is James Potter. Just because he sat with her in math class doesn’t mean that she’s entitled to his friendship; in fact, she’s not even sure she wants it. Snap out of it, Lily. Roger’s here.

“Have you seen Roger? Roger Davies?”

His eyes snap back to hers, and for a second she sees something like Sev in him, that same mix of betrayal, confusion, hurt. But it’s gone in an instant, and, as he smirks and asks why she wants to know, she forgets all about it.

“He said he’d be here.”

“Ah.” James scans the room — Lily considers herself tall, he’s taller — and shakes his head. “Can’t find him.”

“Well, thanks for trying,” Lily says, and is about to excuse herself when Gretchen Prewett walks up to him, standing on skyscraper heels to whisper something in his ear. He listens, eyes lingering on Lily for before shifting, slowly, to the girl beside him.

“See you later,” Lily mutters, shouldering her way past them. She needs something to drink.

***

It’s in the kitchen that she finds Roger, dressed in some half-assed pirate costume (an eye patch and a plastic sword hooked on his belt loop) next to the counter. For a second, they look at each other, and then he smiles, and it’s like a ray of sun breaking through the clouds on a grey afternoon, it’s like deja vu, it’s like — less than she expected, but that’s probably because she’s built the moment up in her head so much. She’s imagined him seeing her — finally seeing her — for such a long time, that now that he stands before her, grinning in the dull light of Sirius’s kitchen, there’s something almost… tired about it, really.

If Lily weren’t tipsy, verging more and more on drunk with every sip from the lukewarm Coors Lite she took on arrival, she’d think about that, too. Instead, she pushes the thought down, takes one final sip from the can, and tosses it before turning to him again. He’s also been drinking, but he seems, like her, to be only slightly blurred; some sharpness shaved away at the edges, but the same otherwise.

“Lily. You look pretty,” he says, and she feels it, again: that happiness followed by the maddening normalcy, followed by the of-course-it’s-not-as-fairytale-like-as-you-dreamed-it-would-be-Lily.

“Thanks. You look pirate-y.”

He laughs, then throws out his drink, too. “Want to go outside?”

“Sure.” She follows him back through the living room, where James and Gretchen are conspicuously absent, and onto the backyard porch. Here, the music is somewhat muted, though Lily swears her heart jumps with every pound of the bass. Different couples and sparsely spread out groups of vapers line the lawns and porch chairs, but Roger leads her to the far end of the house, where an unoccupied porch swing lists slightly from side to side in the late fall breeze. They sit down and stare out into the yard, not too close but not too far from each other, either; as the seconds stretch on, Lily feels that rush of doubt again. She shivers.

“Are you cold?” Roger asks, and he’s a bit closer, now. She can feel the weight of his gaze on her.

“A little,” she admits. He pulls off the sweater he’s wearing and hands it too her. She tugs it on. “Thanks.”

“How’s life?”

“Life is… pretty good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me, too.”

“I’m glad to be here with you.”

“I’m glad to be here with you, too.”

He kisses her, then: soft and sweet, mouth slanting against hers, the taste of beer still tingling at the corner of her senses. It’s nice. She could lose herself in him, in this moment: the night breeze wafting through the trees, the scratch of his sweater against her skin, the way his hands loop around her waist, pulling her closer. When they finally do break apart, she smiles, and though it’s not a firework kiss — not the one she dreamed about — it’s comforting. Safe.

A throat clears from above them. “Lily?”

Lily knows it’s James, and, for some reason, the thought of him seeing her with Roger sends a blush to her face. She can feel Roger’s hands tighten around her waist; a seemingly involuntary reaction.

“Yes?”

“It’s Marlene. She’s drunk and asking for you.”

“How convenient,” Roger mutters, and Lily whips her head around.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, Roger,” James cuts in, jaw ticking. “What did you mean by that?” “Go away, James,” Roger responds, voice cooler than she’s heard before.

“No.” Lily stands up, mind reeling. Marlene. Focus on Marlene. “Where is she?”

James jerks his head towards the house. His lips are a little more swollen than they were when she last saw him, and she wonders what Gretchen Prewett whispered in his ear. Stop it, Lily.

“I’ll — okay.” She turns to Roger. “I, um, have to deal with this. But I’ll talk to you later?”

He nods.

James has already started walking away, and Lily hurries to catch up; when she does, he says nothing. They shoulder their way through the packed living room, walk up the stairs. Lily’s never been good with silence. She feels like she’s burning up in the stifling, still air between them. As they pass Sirius’s bedroom — those same death metal posters, that same bed — she finally speaks.

“What’s wrong?”

James hardly glances at her. “Nothing.”

“No,” Lily says, frustration increasing. “Something’s going on.”

James stops, turns to her. “I’m not in a good mood right now, Lily,” he says, pronouncing each word with startling precision. Jagged glass. Pretty but sharp. “And Marlene’s waiting.” He starts walking again, and for a moment, Lily watches him go, a lump forming in her throat. She doesn’t know why now, of all times, she’s suddenly emotional; after all, she’s gotten everything she wanted out of this night. She kissed Roger, for God’s sake.

Maybe that’s why. Maybe now that the drunken high she was pushing through has worn off, she’s realized that something in her has shifted. As soon as she kissed Roger, she was no longer the freshman who had nothing better to do than pin her hopes and dreams on a person who didn’t even know she existed. She feels grown up, now, standing here in Roger’s sweater and cat ears, watching James walk on without her.

James stops at the end of the hall, turns back. “Lily?” His voice wavers; he sounds unsure.

“Coming,” she says, blinking rapidly and hurrying to meet him. They enter the master bedroom together.

***

Marlene’s lying on the bed, Remus sitting next to her, Sirius and Peter nowhere in sight. Lily walks up to the girl, trying to control her breathing. Sirius Black has never seemed like a threat — yes, he’s a little unpredictable, but more in a charming way — but now, she can’t help from thinking that she saw her friend last standing next to him in the hall, and now she’s drunk. Too drunk.

“Marlene, are you okay?” she asks, brushing some hair out of her friend’s eyes.

Marlene smiles. “Yes. Just…. loopy. Swirly.”

Lily exhales. “You need to turn on your side. Can you do that for me, Marls?”

Marlene’s nose crinkles. “I don’t want to.” “Why?” “’S more comfy like this.”

Remus chuckles quietly. Lily’s never had a conversation with him before, but, judging from the way that he sits close by, keeping watch, she gets a feeling that they occupy similar spaces within their respective friend groups.

“I know, sweetie, but in case you throw up you need to be on your side, okay? If not you could get hurt.”

Marlene shakes her head, and Lily hauls her onto her side herself. “There.”

Given new perspective on the room and its current occupants, Marlene’s eyes widen. “Hello, Remus.”

“Hello, Marlene.”

Marlene slowly sits up. “Hello, James.”

James, leaning against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed, mumbles a greeting. Lily gets her friend water from the bathroom, and by the time she returns, Sirius is also in the room, talking to his friends in whispers.

Lily walks up to him, trying to control her temper and knowing she’s failing. “What the fuck did you do to her?”

James snorts. For a second, the air in the room is still. Then, Sirius laughs. “Nothing, Evans. She left me a little after you did, had too much to drink, and then we found her here.”

“I don’t believe you.” Lily doesn’t know much, but she knows how easy it is to get girls intoxicated, knows how much Marlene likes Sirius, knows how she can’t take much alcohol, and she’s seeing red, suddenly; she lunges at him, but James catches hold of her arm.

“Lily. Sirius wouldn’t do something like that.”

She stares up at him for a second, breathing heavily. You’re on the wrong side, the voice in her head whispers. Schoolyard bullies.

“How can I trust you?” she whispers, and James flinches.

“It wasn’t them, Lily,” Marlene coughs out. “Not them. Me.”

“I —”

“I’ll leave you to her,” Sirius says, pure ice in his tone. “Remus?”

Remus nods, and they leave the room. James collapses into an armchair in a corner far away from Marlene and Lily and puts his head in his hands.

“You’re such a good friend, Lil,” Marlene whispers, and Lily can’t help but flinch at the nickname. Marlene knows the basics of Lily and Sev’s relationship, but she doesn’t know the details. Doesn’t know that, once upon a time, Lily felt a special thrill run through her whenever that nickname rolled off Sev’s tongue.

She brushes off the memories, clearing cobwebs in her brain. “Are you absolutely sure that it wasn’t Sirius?”

Marlene nods, looking pale. “It was me, and I know I shouldn’t have —”

“Shh. You’re going to be fine.”

“Thought I needed… liquid courage… something to make me more confident, braver, more like you…”

“You don’t need anything, Marlene,” Lily says, sitting next to her friend. “You’re amazing.”

“It’s so embarrassing, though,” Marlene whispers, taking a long sip from her water. “I thought… I thought something would happen tonight, with Sirius —”

“There’ll be other nights,” Lily replies. “He’ll forget about it. Drink more water.”

Marlene does, and then: “It’s not that. I — I took more shots and then I found him again and he — he was kissing Remus and — I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

For a second, Lily sits, processing this new information. It makes so much sense, the thing is. She can’t believe she never realized before.

“You had no way of knowing,” she finally whispers, making sure James is out of earshot. “And Sirius doesn’t even know that you liked him in the first place.”

Marlene nods, but Lily can tell she’s trying not to cry. “It’s just — I liked him since freshman year, Lil, and I — I finally thought that tonight would be the night where it all changed, but…”

She starts to cry, then, full tears. Lily glances at James, and, catching her eye, he leaves, swinging the door shut softly behind him.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Lily says, turning words over on her tongue, “I liked Roger since freshman year, and when I kissed him tonight it was just okay.”

Marlene sniffs. “Really?” “Really,” Lily replies, rubbing circles into her friend’s back. “No fireworks at all.” She decides to leave out the part where James interrupted them on Marlene’s behalf.

“I thought —” her friend sighs. “Never mind, it’s stupid.”

“You thought what?”

“I just thought… you had gotten with James, maybe? You entered the room together, and you were talking earlier on, Dorcas told me…”

Lily laughs incredulously. “James and I?”

Marlene nods, eyes bright. “I mean, you can’t say you’ve never even considered —”

“I haven’t.”

“I heard he sits next to you in math and —”

“He’s friendly to everyone.”

“— joined yearbook and —”

“Marlene, will you just stop?” Lily exclaims. “Listen, even if — even if anything were to be a possibility, I can’t, okay? He’s — he — he’s insufferable and arrogant and he made Sev’s life a living hell, and he’s hooking up with Gretchen Prewett, anyway.”

Marlene smirks.

“Aren’t you supposed to be drunk right now?” Lily complains.

“Shouldn’t have gotten me water,” her friend counters.

“You know what, you’re the insufferable one.” Marlene laughs. They sit in silence, until: “Where’s the bathroom?”

Lily gives her directions, and she leaves, wobbling slightly on her too-high heels, pale but determined. The only one left in the room, Lily stares at the wall. She’s so tired. Slowly, she leans back against the bed’s headboard and resolves to shut her eyes, just until Marlene comes back.

***

When she bursts into consciousness again, Marlene’s not there. Frowning and rubbing her eyes — sleeping in contacts is never easy — she looks around the room, then starts; James is sitting in the armchair, the blue light of his phone screen reflected in his glasses. After a second, he glances up. Lily’s mouth tastes like cotton.

“What — where’s Marlene? Dorcas?” she croaks, suddenly unable to meet his eyes, the memory of How can I trust you?, the sudden realization of how hurtful that phrase was, making her cheeks burn.

James clears his throat. He, too, looks blurred; tired, rumpled, hair extra messy. “They’re downstairs playing Truth or Dare with everyone. Thought we would let you sleep.”

Lily can feel her blush intensifying. “What time is it?”

“It’s around two in the morning.”

“Oh.” Lily thinks, briefly, of missed curfews; then remembers that her parents are out of town. They’ve been doing that more and more, recently: going on business trips and couples’ retreats to faraway places, as if Petunia leaving for college means that Lily is independent enough to live on her own, too. “Why’re you here?”

James shrugs. “I didn’t feel like playing, and there were people in every other bedroom. I wasn’t watching you or anything,” he adds hastily. “I was just on my phone.”

“Okay.”

“Lily…” he runs a hand through his hair, as if trying to put his thoughts in order. “Lily, are you okay? You seemed — earlier tonight, and even after I found you with Roger — and then Marlene was upset, too — I just…”

For a moment, Lily just stares up at the ceiling, running words over her tongue, trapping them before they can escape. “I’m fine,” she says, after too long. “Tonight was interesting, and Marlene was just sad.” Then, quietly: “I’m sorry if I was short with you, or Sirius.”

James snorts. “Oh?”

Lily rolls her eyes and sits up slightly, grabbing Marlene’s water glass and drinking what remains. “You have to understand — Marlene never gets drunk, and when I last saw her, she’d been with Sirius…”

James nods. “It’s fine, Lily. Sirius would never do that, but I know — I know it’s a fear.”

Lily nods back. James inhales, exhales; for a moment, Lily’s eyes are drawn to the rise and fall of his chest, lean frame with a perfectly-fitting shirt, but then she shakes herself.

“Can I ask you a question?”

She blinks. “Sure.”

Another deep breath. “You said, um, earlier, that you couldn’t trust me. And I get it in regards to Marlene because awful things happen to women at parties but I’m just wondering, um, if there’s something else going on? I know you aren’t really that fond of me and that’s — that’s fine — but is it because I broke the camera? Something else?”

She swings her legs over the side of the bed, ready to stand. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t remember. How could he not fucking remember what he did to Sev? Rage claws through the tiredness in her brain, but she tells herself to calm down. “I’m just not in a good mood right now, James,” she replies instead, his words from earlier in the night turned against him.

“No,” he says, slipping his phone into his pocket, and it’s eerie, almost, how similar this conversation is to the one they had before. Feels like days ago, not hours. “Please don’t pull that shit.”

“What do you mean, ‘don’t pull that shit?’” Lily asks, a not unsubstantial note of mockery in her voice. “You did the same thing an hour ago! What do you expect, James? That I’m going to tell you everything after you acted like an asshole to Roger for no reason —“

James scoffs. She glares at him. “Fine, tell me the reason.”

“No,” he replies, too quick on his feet. “Not until you tell me why you’re suddenly not speaking to me when all I did was ask why you hate me so much. I think I’ve a right to know, because you were fine in class all week, but now that we’re here it’s like I’ve stepped into an alternate dimension where suddenly I’m not worthy of your attention or —”

“Let’s just go downstairs,” Lily interrupts, standing up and walking towards the door. She’s tired and disoriented and now is not the time to explain her oh so very complicated view of James Potter to the boy himself.

“Fine,” he sighs, tugging at the doorknob.

It doesn’t budge. He tries again, but the door remains immobile.

“Come on James, this stopped being funny when we were five,” Lily practically hisses, walking up to the door and pulling on the handle. It doesn’t give; locked, probably, or stuck.

James already has his phone out. “I’m texting Sirius now, but he doesn’t check his phone much when he’s drunk.”

“I left mine downstairs,” Lily replies, realization hitting too little and too late. She can imagine her phone, with its polaroid case of her and Marlene and Dorcas from sophomore year, lying on the porch swing where she and Roger had been just a few hours ago. “Shit.”

“I’m trying Remus too. And, um, Peter? I don’t know where everyone is, and I’ve been in here for so long…” something like panic lies at the edge of his voice. Lily can feel herself softening, bit by bit. She doesn’t know how to feel about it.

“We’ll be fine,” she ends up saying. “It’ll all be fine.”

James tilts the back of his head against the door, eyes closed. Silence stretches out between them, air heavy.

“I’m just… I’m not good with locked, enclosed spaces,” he says, after a few minutes.

“What, because you’re so tall?”

He offers a weak laugh, and nothing more. Seeing him so unstable, so uncomfortable, makes Lily more nervous than anything else about their current situation. If there’s anything she can rely on James Potter for, it’s confidence.

Maybe that’s why she starts babbling.

“I mean, this is pretty big room, if you think about it,” she says, shifting from one foot to another. “Think about all the atoms that are in it. There’re probably millions. Or trillions? A lot. And so much air. I can jump without touching the ceiling, and I think you can, too. Or I could do a cartwheel. How rich is Sirius, exactly? Because this is the biggest bedroom I’ve ever seen. The bed must be the type people have orgies on, it’s so massive. What’s it called? A California —”

“Lily.”

“— a California king, I think it is —”

“Lily.”

“— and so many windows —”

“Lily.” James says, grabbing her forearms. “Lily. Please stop.”

Something about the way he says it — like he’s struggling — floods her with guilt. “I’m so sorry. Am I making it worse? I shouldn’t have mentioned orgies —”

He laughs, and he still hasn’t let go of her forearms, and his eyes are so hazel up close. Remarkably so. Impossibly so. “Lily. I’m going to say this once, and then you’re going to slap me, and then we’re going to yell until someone gets us out of this room, okay?”

She nods, confused.

He takes a deep breath. “You need to stop talking, because you making me feel better about being claustrophobic is really, really making me want to kiss you.”

He lets go of her arms.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening, because James Potter never liked her. But the asking out in seventh grade and then again this year on the soccer field and the way he joined yearbook and the way Roger said it was so obvious and the way James had said he was whatever she wanted him to be and the way his eyes are brown and green and gold and the way he’s not who she thought he was, not at all, and the way he’s looking at her, so vulnerable, and the way she already misses the feeling of his hands on her arms and the way —

Later, Lily will regret it. Later, Lily will say that it was a mistake (it wasn’t), or that she was still drunk (she wasn’t) or that she just wasn’t thinking straight (she was).

Later, Lily will rationalize this as much as she wants, but for now, there’s nothing left to do but kiss him.

part four

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Domestic Bliss

“Sirius Orion Black!” Remus barks as soon as he’s home. The Auror hasn’t even taken off his coat before his lover is stomping towards him, a letter clutch in one of his hands.

Mentally Sirius goes through an alphabetical list of what he could possibly done to make Remus upset with him while he was out, crossing things off by whether he’s done them recently or not. It’s when he gets to the Hs that he realizes what it is.

Right on cue, Remus screeches in his face. “Harry fought a troll. A troll Sirius! Because you told him to punch first ask questions later! What are you teaching our ward!? ”

The black hair man raises his hands “I meant if someone tried to bully him not- wait did you say a troll!? What’s a troll doing in Hogwarts!?”

The werewolf’s nose flares with irritation. None of it is directed at Sirius, he knows this after all their years together, and the man turns pacing in place. Sirius leans against the wall watching him, amused by the angry muttering.

Something about raising the boy better and idiots that passed along stupidity to the younger generations.

He doesn’t worry too much about Harry, if anything his godson has done crazier things before, and the fact Remus waited for him instead of storming the castle itself tells him the boy is okay. Marlin knows he loves the boy like his own, but he almost dies every other month. Trouble just seems to follow him everywhere he went and when it didn’t, Harry went after it with Beater’s bat.

One on fire. While Harry rode a dragon’s back.

Snorting at the mental image, Sirius stands from his slouch putting his arms around a lovely firm waist and bringing his lover into a hug. “Calm down, Moony. He’s alright. Harry’s a tough kid.”

“That’s just it!” The taller man grumbles “He’s just a kid. People forget that!”

Sirius frowns, unhappy of that reminder.

The Wizarding world had ideas of what his ward should be like. Often times he had reporters, fans and more attempt to break into their home over the years just to get a glimpse of famous Boy-Who-Lived. They put so much on his young shoulders.

“Maybe that’s true.” He yields “But he’s not alone. He’s got the Weasleys to look out for him you know. And Ron is with him.”

Remus snorts “Harry can talk Ron into anything.”

Which yes, the little Potter could. Ever since the two boys met as kids, they form a strange bond that was a lot like James’ and he’s have been. They were brothers in arms, more than willing to run into hell screaming at the top of their lungs for each other.

Sirius couldn’t be any prouder. Judging by the way Remus’ shoulders shake he couldn’t be either.

“But did they die?” He asks remembering James favorite question after the Marauders did something reckless.

He could almost hear his mate’s cheeky voice. Okay, but did we die?. Marlin how misses the brain dead moron.

“No”

“Are they hurt?”

“No”

“Then it’s fine. Remember what we were up to the first year? Why I seem to recall a certain werewolf leading me on a wild goose chase.” Sirius snuggles his nose into the warm smell of ink, trees, and wolf. It’s something he’s been picking up since Padfoot came about but he never grows tired of it.

“We must have different first years. I remember an idiot staring at me for hours on end.” Remus’ tone is teasing hands going over Sirius’. “One would say he was in love with me.”

“One would be right. So madly in love even.”

That earns him a laugh, the tension slipping out of Remus’ body and the letter fluttering to the ground. Smiling into his husband’s shoulder blades, he thinks over how different the house been since Harry boarded the Hogwarts train.

Quitter most certainly. But also much lonelier. The kid was a handful but he was the pride and joy of his life. He knew it would be hard to see him go but not this hard.

He wonders what Remus must feel. He had enough money to provide for the family easily, and his husband had been a stay at home dad for Harry for nearly nine years. (Seeing as people still sucked and werewolves were being discriminated against he didn’t really have much of a choice even if the man adore it)

Now that Harry was gone however Remus was getting restless. Sirius offers to buy him a store, a business he could run, but his husband liked being a house husband, loved being a father even more. Maybe it was the wolf in him but Remus was a man who just wanted a bunch of kids to care for.

Which is what Sirius wanted too. And a bookstore. He could see that as his next five-year plan.

“Love, can we talk?” He pulls away making the taller turn to him. Sirius smiles the warmest one he has. Instantly Remus is on guard “I was thinking our nest is far too empty as of late.”

“I supose,” The brown hair man says warily.

“Right so I was thinking we get more little birdies to make it full again.” His heart is beating a mile away. He’s been with Remus for years, and it seems silly to be nervous but this was a big step.

Yes, Harry was his kid but they didn’t really have a choice with him. James and Lily died, of course, he had to step up. But this, going out and selecting their own child was something else entirely.

Remus’ beautiful eyes widen. Even after all these years, his lover was still the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen. well beside his own reflection of course “You mean...”

“Blood adoption” He confirms. Sirius moves his hair out of his face, hand slightly shaking from giggly excitement. “Our own tiny tots with our blood-”

“Sirius. You know I can’t. A werewolf has one in a fourth chance of passing on the wolf. If our child has my blood they could be a werewolf.” Remus cuts in. His eyes have turn shameful.

Reaching out he takes scar hands, smoothes a thumb over the ring he placed there seven years ago when he worked up the courage to ask the man he’s love nearly half his life to be with him for the rest. “Oh but love, werewolf or not, that would be our child. I will love them so much because they would take after you. And Remus you are the best thing to ever happen to me. Surely a child like you could be even better.”

Remus leans his forehead on him breathing him in. It’s something he does when he gets emotional and Sirius loves it. Loves he can recognize it, loves he can experience it and loves he can see him doing it to a child that is the perfect blend of them both.

“If I say yes, what then?”

“We send Harry a letter to let the boy know he’s going to be a big brother. Brat, been asking for years for a little sister.”

“He’s getting a little brother.”

Sirius opens his eyes, staring into warm brown ones. “Is he?”

The werewolf smiles, a curl of the lips he remembers on their wedding day and Sirius may have fallen all over again.

“Maybe.”

He could work with maybe. Leaning upwards- having to stand on his tippy toes because Remus shot up like a weed in the sixth year which wouldn’t be fair had Sirius not love being held so much- he presses a tender kiss on his husband’s lips.

They linger there, lips pressing against each other gently until they need air and pull apart. Moments like these make Sirius feel like a teenager again, and judging by Remus’ flush face so does he.

“Did that convince you?” He asks huskily.

“Well, I have always loved the name Teddy for a son.”

They share a smile and spent the rest of the day in each other's arms talking about Teddy. It’s only a few months later that they manage to get everything in motion. Paperwork has to be done, children have to be located and the blood adoption prepared.

Harry is beside himself in excitement happily helping prepare the nursery over summer holidays - “Pink. Because I want a sister. With Dueling powers”- and by his second year, they have a toddler with Remus’ hair and Sirius' eyes.

He’s named Teddy and he’s the sweetest boy the two proud fathers have ever seen. He’s quite an easily excited child, curious about everything and anything. He goes after Harry a lot, thinking his older brother to be the coolest person to ever walk the earth and Harry lives on that kind of energy.

Naturally, Harry takes him flying the second they turn their backs. Of course, he falls off, with the younger potter panicking and Remus is storming the yard with a sharp “Harry James Potter!”

Sirius watches from the kitchen smiling at his family. (They were barely hovering so Teddy isn’t hurt just scared. His husband can handle the scolding). He wonders if his teenage self knew of the wonderful warm family that waited for him. Maybe he did.

After all, he tended to fall asleep in teenage Remus’ bed.

#Dabblecentral #Wolfstar #Siruis loves his Husband so much #Raising Harry #Raising Teddy #Remus the proud stay at home husband #Domestic Bless Au #Fluff

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fandom-collective-writers · 5 years

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Period Headcannons

Requested By: @bouncer-rabbit Written by: @hellasweetyanderes, @alloveroliver and @lil-creatorwritings Suitors: Luka, Jonah, Ray, Fenrir, Kyle and Sirius

We know that Sirius wasn’t part of the original ask, but we decided to add him to the list! Hope you guys like it as much as we had fun writing it~

Luka Clemence (by @hellasweetyanderes)

The most lowkey about it he has lots of secret stashes of products in case anyone needs them and just subtly leaves them within reach without anyone realizing who their helpful friend is. Which leaves a lot of wishful people in the black army sad they can't thank this mysterious stranger for helping them out

Said wishful people including you decide to find out the truth for themselves which leaves to a little goose chase across the black army hq trying to figure out who it is

Once all of you discover the truth no one ever really talks about it again but it becomes a normal thing for Luka to find cute lil notes or gifts around hq eventually, you end up being caught by him when he puts two and two together and he is overwhelmed again by everyone's gifts of thanks to him that he feels like he doesn't deserve because to him it was just being nice and not doing anything overly special….

For your pain Luka will always give you some meds and warm up a heating pad and have you lie down. If you are the type that tries to work despite their pain he will really really be close to tying you up if you refuse to rest.

Luka deals with you moodiness the best despite his own ever changing nature and he smooths things over if you are likely to snap at someone and hopefully someone helps the poor fool that is cruel to you and gets you to cry because he will be fighting them

Jonah Clemence (by @hellasweetyanderes)

When you are moody at first he handles it very poorly which causes a slight rift between the two of you. You are more than surprised when the hints you are dropping are going over his head and you learn he doesn't have a single clue.

As it turns out he is completely oblivious because his family was always very sheltering towards their heir and thought it was below his status to deal with such things.

He reads up on what he can from the subtle things you say but he still doesn't understand it all tho so he goes to you and asks a whole bunch of questions which then causes him to square up once he finally understands.

Since then he keeps track of your cycle and he is always overly sweet to you and tries his best to help you but he sometimes messes up so please tell him when he does or he will feel like a failure of a boyfriend.

For your pain Jonah does whatever he needs asap to get you to feel better be it finding some medicine for cramps or making something but he draws the line if you crave something he knows will only give you worse cramps gets you the closest thing to it because of how awful he remembers your pain the first time he made the mistake.

He's gonna throw a hissy fit if you try to work as you feel like your stomach is being stabbed. He will literally cry and then make you cry and both of you are forced to cuddle and play with Pine for the rest of the day.

Ray Blackwell (by @lil-creatorwritings)

He'll notice the subtle hints of your PMS--your rapid mood swings, always complaining about how bloated you feel, being warmer when you cuddle together, seeking for sour or sweet things, but he doesn't know it's your PMS. He's a bit surprised when you mentioned it the first time--being surrounded by men in the headquarters makes him forget about these things--and says to call him if you ever needed anything, even if he's busy with work.

Ray will always hug or cuddle with you when you need the intimacy with Belle taking his place when he's busy with work or meetings. He'll rub your back or stroke your hair in an attempt to help you relax. Belle will snuggle up to you and his little purrs often makes you smile.

When you’re in public, he’ll let you squeeze his hand as tight as you need to when you’re having cramps. It’s one way of letting him know of it, which makes him more aware and would do what he can to help you feel better. He knows that you don’t like making too much small talk when it hurts so he’ll save you the conversation for later and make a swift getaway from people if you’re digging your nails in his palm.

He’s too shy to buy you pads or tampons, but he’s not going to let you know. He will valiantly try on his own, because he goes to the store as your boyfriend, not the King. The look of pain on your face as you try to get out of bed reminds him why he’s there, but in the end, he asks for Sirius to come along with him. Sometimes Seth will butt in and come with him instead.

He’ll deal with your swinging emotions as calmly as he can. Ray’s not one to lose a temper, especially knowing that it’s because of your period and hormones. He’ll let you throw the tantrum and when you’re done, he’ll ask you if you’re okay and take care of you. That often involves hugs and a quiet apology, because you’ve embarrassed yourself with the outburst, but he always reassures you in the end.

Fenrir Godspeed (by @lil-creatorwritings)

He’s shocked the first time it happens. You’re in too much pain to let him know, and he’s just sitting beside you, his face knotted in a worried expression. He’s asking all kinds of question--where, how much, what it feels like, what you need--simultaneously, and you have to grab his shoulder and squeeze tightly to get him to focus. Fenrir eventually calms down when you explain it to him after the cramps.

Fenrir asks you one time how does cramps feel like, and the description of “it feels like someone’s stabbing your stomach with a sharp knife again and again” leaves him horrified. Now, he always gives you piggy back rides when you need to go to places when you’re having a cramps. Once, he’s carried you all the way back to headquarters from Blanc’s place, since the roads were very bumpy and he figured that you’d end up hurting more if you took the carriage back.

He loves surprising you with little things, so the morning that he brought you some breakfast in bed, he was rattled when you started crying. You thought it was adorable and sweet of him to do so, and you managed to communicate this in between sobs. Now every time you cry over a surprise from him, he does his best to make you laugh and smile instead.

Fenrir will start stocking up on your cravings, no matter how weird they might be. You previously asked him for some bacon and chocolate, then vanilla ice cream and french fries. It’s a weird combination and you’re not sure how to explain it to him either, but he always gets you whatever you want.

He notices that you get tired faster on your period, so he helps out with whatever task you needed to do for today. Sometimes he’ll just make you sit and settle down, taking care of it himself when you’re too tired. He’ll always accompany you on your grocery trips and carry the bags for you all the way back home.

Kyle Ash (by @alloveroliver)

It’s just after breakfast when Alice and Kyle begin to chat about their plans for the day. Alice has some errands she needs to run in the Central Quarter and a few other tasks around the barracks to be completed at once.

Just as Kyle begins to discuss his full weekend schedule with her, Alice clutches her abdomen. The pain starts to twist her insides making her brows scrunch and her teeth grit. Kyle's voice becomes nothing but a mumble to her as his words are lost in the intense pain that overcomes her. Soon, the pain subsides, and Alice takes in a few deep breaths. Kyle’s cold hand comes up to rest on her forearm, bringing her mind back into the present room.

”Are you okay?” Her boyfriend asks after a long pause. “Mm, I’ll be fine. I think my cramps have started.” She bites her lip as another painful wave radiates from her stomach. Someone walks into the dining hall, and Kyle leans forward to her to whisper. “Let’s get you back to your room, and you can rest for a bit.”

She agrees, and he helps walk her back. His arm is behind her back, and Alice moves away. “I don't want to be touched right now.” She quips, crossing her arms as they approach the bedroom door. “That’s fine.” Kyle smiles, lifting his hands in the air in surrender. “Just let me know how I can help you.”

Alice lays on the bed, curled up in a ball while Kyle lists off things that might be able to help. Alice agrees to let him get her a heating pad and a cold rag for her forehead. The duality of the temperatures on her body helps subside the pain, allowing for a minor distraction while also easing her stomach muscles. Kyle offers a variety of her favorite cravings, but Alice waves him off. After eating breakfast, she's too full for any more snacks. Kyle gives her proper pain medication and lays with her in bed on his own side. He distracts her with silly stories of his times at the bar, dumb things he barely remembers and some he remembers too well.

After the pain medication begins to kick in, Kyle makes plans to help her with all her task for the next day. All her errands and tasks at the army barracks would be finished quickly with his help. Alice smiles at her caring boyfriend, touching his arm from the other side of the bed. “Thank you, Kyle. You’re the best boyfriend a gal could ask for.” She jokes finally since the pain had begun to subside. Kyle blushes and averts his eyes. “I’m just doing what anyone should be doing…”

Sirius Oswald (by @alloveroliver)

Dinner with the black army officers was going well until Sirius noticed that Alice began to speak less and less. Eventually, she wasn’t responding to any aspect of the conversating making him suspicious. She seemed immensely distracted, staring down at her half-eaten plate.

“Are you going to finish up your meal, little lady? It’s unlike you to-” “Shh, please stop talking for just a moment I can't concentrate…” He hears the strain in her voice and grows even more concerned. He drops his utensils and wipes his mouth the napkin. Waiting patiently, he watches her face relax again before speaking. “Would you like for me to take you to our room for the evening?” He whispers just to where they can hear. Alice nods her head yes and puts her hand on his shoulder to stand. The cramps still roll through her abdomen as Sirius excuses them from dinner and leaves to the hallway.

As they walk towards their bedroom, Alice stops along the way to allow for the white-hot pain to pass. Sirius offers quietly to carry her, making sure their conversation can only be heard between them alone. With a huge grin, she agrees. She wraps her arms around his neck, and Sirius moves his down her back and under her knees. He easily carries her down the long halls until they meet their destination. Once inside he lays her on the couch and gives her several pillows to cuddle with.

”Would you like for me to draw you a hot bath. I can add some essential oils and bath salts?” Sirius rubs her back as the pain shoots up her spine. A groggy “Yes... “ followed by a weak whimper comes from her as she presses her face in the plush pillow. He's slow to leave her side, but when he does, he rushes to prepare everything. He drips a few drops of lavender essential oil to help relax her, into the running bath water. The warm steam wafts through the bathroom while he adds a cup full of bath salts that prove to help aid in easing weary muscles. Sirius rolls up his sleeve and mixes the salts into the water making sure they dissolve before getting Alice.

He helps her out of the bedroom and into the warm bathroom. Then aids in putting her hair up in a high bun so it won't get wet. Sirius prepares her a sizeable fluffy towel while she undresses and sinks her body into the water. He leaves her to soak in the bath for a long while. Almost an hour goes by before Sirius returns with a large glass of water and some candied ginger. The ginger should help her turmoiled stomach since cramps are known to make her nauseous, while also giving her something sweet to snack on. He lets her relax and rest for the remainder of the day, making sure he brings by her after-dinner dessert. He’s checking in on her after each of his meetings and paperwork bringing something new to help in any way he can.

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