• Remus: where do you want to go tonight?
  • Sirius: bar
  • Remus: but wouldn't it be nice to go somewhere fancier?
  • Sirius: bar
  • Remus: but, like, a nice dinner, romantic-
  • Sirius: bar
  • Remus: but don't you think-
  • Sirius: bAAAR
  • Remus: but-
  • Sirius: baaaaaarrrrr
  • Remus: *opens mouth*
  • Sirius: BAR
  • Remus:
  • Sirius: bar
  • Remus: I guess we're going to a bar tonight.
Storms and Visitors {Sirius Black x Reader} *SMUT*

Blessing your feeds with some SMUT SMUT SMURT SMUT. This was so worth it to write. Next one will be Remus ;) REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Regulus invites you at his house to stay for the night until the storm stops but Sirius has other plans.

WARNING: SMUT, DOMINANT!SIRIUS, SEXUAL THEMES, WASH YOUR EYES WITH SOAP AFTER READING THIS

Enjoy! @allertonn

xx

When the hard rain and the thunder rumbled into a magnificent chaos in the night sky, Disappparating was simply not an option. It was a huge mistake to leave the house especially for (Y/n). She had not yet learned how to Disapparate properly and even worse, she was stuck in Diagon Alley. Everyone had ran for cover as soon as the rain poured heavily and (Y/n) quickly stayed at Madam Malkin’s when she heard someone call her name.

“(Y/n)?” Regulus said, walking towards her with a smile. “How nice to see you here.”

“Regulus!” She exclaimed, clearly surprised as well to find her housemate in the shop. She came up to him with a long embrace before pulling back. “The weather’s crazy, isn’t it? A storm right in the middle of summer.”

“Yeah, it’s quite strange,” he agreed. “How are you?”

“Fine as usual. What’re you buying, by the way?” (Y/n) asked, peeking curiously at the coat he carried in his arm.

“Oh, I didn’t buy anything. This is my brother’s,” he said, showing the black coat with several holes. “He came to visit today since our parents aren’t home. I’m just getting it fixed for him.”

“That’s so sweet of you!” (Y/n) smiled, making Regulus blush.

“I guess so. We may hate each other but we’re still brothers,” he chuckled, rubbing his neck, a habit both Black brothers had when they wanted to ask something nervously. “Hey, listen, do you know how to get back home by yourself?”

“I’m still figuring it out. The rain doesn’t look like it’s stopping,” (Y/n) replied, looking up at the ceiling where she can hear the hard pitter patters of the rain.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to stay at my house for the night. It’s quite late and I know you live very far but my house is near by. We can take some Floo powder instead so we won’t have to get wet.”

“Are you sure, Regulus? I-I don’t want to be a bother or anything…”

“It’s fine! I’m sure my brother won’t mind,” he reassured, “but if you don’t want, that’s fine too. I completely understand if you don’t want to come with me–”

“Regulus,” she comforted, “Thank you.”

She held his hand and rested her head on his shoulder as he lines up in front of the counter with a smile on his face.

Green flames erupted from the ashes of the fireplace in Grimmauld Place and out came (Y/n) first, shortly followed by Regulus. The dining room was dark and empty except their house elf who was carrying a silver tray.

“Welcome home, Master Regulus,” he greeted, “Kreacher sees his master brought company. How nice.”

“Oh, Kreacher, this is (Y/n). She’s staying her until the storm stops,” Regulus said, shaking off his coat and hanging it on the chair before taking a seat.

“Would the young miss like some tea?” Kreacher offered, showing her his silver tray full of teacups and teabags. “The bloodtraitor hates anything Kreacher gives. Kreacher thinks he should not eat anymore. Filthy bloodtraitor–”

“Just chamomile for me, thank you,” (Y/n) said, not wanting to hear what else he has to say about Sirius who just came down from the stairs.

“Regulus, is that you?” He called from behind the door before entering the dining room, his eyes immediately setting on (Y/n).

“Didn’t know your girlfriend will be here,” Sirius smirked as he leaned against the door frame. He was incoming his seventh year already and (Y/n) felt her heart race.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Sirius. She’s my…friend,” Regulus said the last part softly.

“I’m (Y/n). I’m just staying here for the night. I promise I won’t try to be a bother–”

“Hey, no worries. I don’t mind a little company,” Sirius said, “Regulus, why don’t you show her to our guest room? I’m sure she’s exhausted.”

(Y/n) have known about Sirius and the troubles he would cause back in Hogwarts but she had never expected him to be very welcoming especially to someone who was a Slytherin like his whole family. She imagined he would be more cold and maybe even worse but she was happy to know that he was polite and kind.

The two brothers led her to their guest room which had a large, four poster bed with a chandelier hanging on top. It was nice and clean and obviously, painted in gray and green. Regulus walked in to make sure it was comfortable enough for her when he heard the thunder rumble outside.

“The rain’s not stopping but I hope you’ll be able to get some rest. I’m assuming you’ve had dinner already?”

“Yeah,” (Y/n) answered before walking towards him. “Thank you for letting me stay. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be soaking wet in Diagon Alley.”

“You’re welcome,” he whispered shyly, feeling his cheeks redden once more. “If you need anything, I’ll be down the hall.”

“Thank you. Good night, Regulus.”

“Good night, (Y/n).”

The door creaked softly as the brother entered the room. He kept his footsteps light while his eyes watched (Y/n)’s chest rise up and down, her hand holding tight onto the pillow as she dreamed. Her neck was completely exposed but as he approached her closer, he saw that she was only dressed in her lace underwear.

Sirius felt himself harden at the sight, not being able to contain the temptation any longer. He crawled slowly and gently on top of her. He trailed his lips from her collarbone up to her throat until he reached her chin. She really looked delectable.  She moaned at the feeling, the sound driving him insane as he kissed her neck.

Sirius…”

He pulled away at the mention of his name, checking if she was awake. Her eyelids slowly opened as he watched her carefully but she did not seem surprised. She smiled and slipped her fingers through his thick, dark locks.

“Why’d you stop, darlin’?”

Sirius immediately dove in to taste her lips. He kissed her rapaciously, his tongue begging for entrance, needing to feel the sensation of her tongue playing with his. She allowed him to slip inside while grinding against the tent that had formed in his trousers. It made him moan and even want her more. Throwing his shirt aside, he licked his lip and stripped her off her undergarments before proceeding to remove his pants. His cock was already aching from the tight confines of his jeans and the dark spot on his boxers was enough evidence to show her how much he wanted her. He licked her neck up and down before he bit her earlobe softly, his hand trailing down to her breasts. He pinched her nipple between his fingers and as she let out a moan, he began to massage her.

“ ‘Been wanting this now, haven’t you?” He teased, sucking onto the spot right below her ear. He lowered his hand further, his palm feeling every inch of her skin as he guided his fingers to her entrance where he felt her already soaking wet.

He teased her lips by rubbing his finger up and down and barely slipping in the tip of his finger. The combination of his kisses on her neck and his teasing made her almost control. Her hips bucked at his hand, making him chuckle.

“Please, Sirius. N-Need you…”

“Hm, maybe not yet, love.” He said, pulling back his fingers and putting them into his mouth while she watched him. As much as he wanted to tease her, he himself also wanted to taste her more and so he stretched her legs wide open. Seeing her dripping for him made him growl hungrily. He kissed her inner thighs softly before dragging his tongue on her clit and slowly slipping into two of his fingers inside.

“Oh God…” She let out, holding onto his hair as an effort to get him closer. Sirius immediately got her message, moving his fingers in and out rapidly, making her clench tight. He alternated between moving his fingers inside and sticking his tongue in, both giving her the pleasure she so desired. As her climax neared, Sirius pulled out his fingers and concentrated on giving her release with his tongue.

Her hands gripped onto his hair, allowing him to moan into her and sending vibrations. He removed his boxers while keeping his mouth on her entrance and with a buck of her hips and a loud moan, she came on his tongue.

He lapped onto her juices both inside and out. He wanted to make sure he tasted every drop of her essence before he pulled away. She was breathing heavily as she watched him smirk and hover above her.

“How was it?”

“Good…good…” She breathed but Sirius was not yet finish.

He teased the head of his cock up and down her entrance, slicking her with her own juices, his precum, and his saliva. (Y/n) instinctively rose her hips to let him slide in but he held her hips to prevent her from moving.

“Tell me, love. Is this what you want?”

“Sirius, please…I want you.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, her arms around his neck. “I’m ready for you.”

He stopped teasing her for a while, his lips coming down onto hers. He kissed her lightly, in contrast to how he started earlier. He moved his lips against her in a sweet and delicate way as though she was fragile. She kissed him back lovingly before she felt him slightly push in his cock to her wet entrance. He pulled back and pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, eyes on each other. She nodded at him before he slid all the way into her tight core where she welcomed him. He bottomed out and started to move, stretching her for his thick length.

Gentle and slow was his pace as he whispered praises to her ear, reminding her how good she made him feel and how tight she was becoming. She was like a euphoric pill and his own, personal nirvana. The sounds she made as he continued to push in and out of her were angelic and flawless, though every once in a while, he would kiss her to keep her voice down so as to prevent her from waking up his brother.

“We don’t want any one to interrupt us now, do we?” He whispered, kissing her cheek.

Her climax was beginning to start once more as Sirius decided to speed up his thrusts. From slow and gentle, his pace became hard and fast. He was becoming erratic and rough since he was also starting to feel himself close. He kept his thrusts powerful, the head of his cock hitting her spot repeatedly.

“(Y/n), gonna cum! Gonna cum inside!”

“Come on, Sirius. I’m close too.”

The two moaned in chorus and with one last push, Sirius felt himself spill inside her. She came as soon as she felt the warm sensation flood her core, her juices mixing in with his. He kept himself inside her for a few minutes even as he softened, his face buried in her neck. He trailed kisses on her skin once more before he pulled out and laid back down beside her, the two panting heavily. After a few minutes of rest, they both fell asleep through the stormy night.

Can you imagine how much Sirius and Remus would fight over his hair?
  • I mean Remus obviously loves them but sometimes it would give him a headache watching him flip it all over the place.
  • Also it was fun arguing with Sirius and watching him pout around with those big beautiful lips that Remus could kiss all the
  • “Quit flipping your hair, Sirius!”
  • “Merlin! Your hair is in my cereal!”
  • “His hair is so wonderful and i just want to run my hands through it all the-”
  • “I AM GOING TO CHOP YOUR HAIR OFF IN YOUR SLEEP, SIRIUS ORION BLACK, IF YOU FLIP IT IN FRONT OF MY FACE ONE MORE TIME”
  • And Sirius going all “That’s not what you said last night!”
closer//remus x reader

Remus Lupin was not a boy who liked being away from his friends much, but when he got the prefect badge, he can’t say he wasn’t happy. He loved his fellow marauders, but perhaps having a few other friends wouldn’t be so bad… maybe a particular hufflepuff.

Okay, so remus was mainly happy because he got paired up on prefect duty with a hufflepuff he had been crushing on since third year.

She had always been so bloody… nice! Always helping out younger students, wonderfully bubbly, and even when she was sad herself, managed to put on a smile- remus was slightly in awe of her, and always admired her constant awareness of others feelings.

On their first set of rounds, they were polite to each other- remus learnt a few things about her, and she learnt a few things about him.

On their second set of rounds, remus learnt that maybe hufflepuff’s were not all what they seemed to be. That maybe they were not just kind dunderheads, but smart and empathetic.

On their third set of rounds, she left him with a lipstick print on his cheek after he walked her back to the kitchens.

On their fifth set of rounds, remus couldn’t stop blushing around her, and she pretended she didn’t notice.

On their sixth set of rounds, she kissed him, and he ran away.

‘Remus, you need to come out of your room mate.’

‘Come on remus you can’t keep moping around!’

‘Move you old slug! I need my silk boxers!’

Remus frowned into his pillow, and turned over, groaning. ‘I can’t!’ He muttered.

‘Yes you can you bloody idiot, just go out and talk to her! You’re probably making things a lot worse than they need to be.’

'I would prongs but… I can’t, I mean I really like her but I’m a-’

’-werewolf.’ a soft voice came from behind Sirius, who did not shriek like a girl. he did not.

'Y/n.. I… sorry..’

'Oh shut up you fool, like I give a damn!’ She said, walking over to his bed and planting a slightly harder than necessary kiss onto his lips.

Remus’s eyes widened, and as he sighed into the kiss, ignoring his friends cat calls, he thought, maybe being a prefect wasn’t quite so bad after all.

fin//

a/n: this was my first imagine, so sorry if it’s really terrible I will try and improve!!also sorry it was so short:(( for the lovely @secondaryrealm !! enjoy

Choices ~ Sirius

This was requested by @shootingstarsaretearsofheaven I hope you like it!



Seventh year was- well interesting. You had two boys pining after you. This was something you had never experienced before. Especially because one of the boys was your best friend and the other was his brother. 

Regulus and Sirius Black were stubborn and you were clueless. That was until the ball. 

It was the Black’s annual winter social. Their mansion was decked out in expensive decorations. The theme was very green and silver, Slytherin, the pride of their family. 

The women were dressed and expensive dresses and the men had fancy robes and styled hair. Your family entered the open hall with grace and style, being introduced by a greeter. 

Everyone turned to look at your family. You were outfitted in a black dress, with rubies adoring the top and long, thin sleeves. Your shoes added at least four inches to your height and your hair was done up in a fancy bun. 

You spotted Regulus in the crowd and smiled a little at the look on his face. Little did you know, Sirius was also staring. 

You were in Regulus’s year and were fast friends. You did everything together, so it was no question that you would spend the night dancing together.

You wove your way through the crowds to find Reg. 

“Hey!” You greeted as he spun you around cordially. 

“Hey.” He smiled. 

The two of you started dancing. You made sure not to step on his toes. You talked about a lot of stuff. How funny some of the guests looked with weird feathers in their hair or pompous dresses. You laughed at the upturned nose of the greeter on the steps of the ballroom and how there was one violin out of tune. 

Soon you saw Sirius making his way gracefully towards you. Moving in and out of people until he tapped Regulus on the shoulder. 

“May I cut in?” He asked. 

“No.” Regulus glared. 

“Oh, Reg, let me catch up with Sirius also.” You laughed and let go of your best friend. 

Sirius took your hand and you danced to the music. 

“So, how’s life?” You asked him. 

“Good, in the family disappointment, my legacy is being made.” He smirked. 

The look he gave you sent shivers down your spine and you forced a smile. 

“You’re not too much of a disappointment.” You told him. 

“Well then, I must work on that, to be the biggest disappointment you’ve seen." 

Regulus tapped on Sirius’ shoulder again. 

"May I cut in?” He asked politely. 

“You can’t cut in on a cut in.” Sirius retorted.

“Well, look at me,” Regulus rolled his eyes, “I’m doing it.” With this, he pushed Sirius aside and took your hand. 

This went on for the rest of the night. Neither one of them said anything about it being weird or rude. It was. But it was also funny, and you had no reason to think they were trying to win your affection. You were clueless. 

“Sirius Orion Black! Stop being embarrassing and leave Miss (Y/N) alone!” Walburga croaked while Sirius and Regulus were fighting over who would dance with you next. 

“Yeah, Sirius, leaver her alone!”

“Sirius, I appreciate your interest, but I’d like to catch up with my friend, we haven’t had a full conversation yet.” You ended up saying to the boy. 

“Well then, I’ll be on my way.” He bowed respectfully and retreated into the crowd. 

“Glad we got rid of him, eh.” Regulus laughed. 

“I don’t know, he’s not that bad.” You smiled to yourself. 

“Are you kidding, (Y/N)? You’ve heard his backwards views on blood status,” he lowered his voice, “about the war." 

"He’s bold, I’ll give you that.” You gave him that, “but it’s enticing, don’t you think he’s at least a little right?" 

"Let’s not talk politics,” he said, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear causing you to blush at his soft touch, “it’s not becoming to have an argument." 

"You sound like your mother.” You laughed half heartedly. 

“We share some of the same ideas." 

You left that night with the Black brother’s touches burning into your skin. They seemed different that night. They acted weird around you, part of you didn’t mind, not at all, but it was strange. 

 

You went back to school and Sirius was a lot more present in your life than he had ever been. Regulus was more sweet and even romantic. It was all very strange. 

But, Regulus, he kept getting darker and darker. Always talking about the war and how he wanted to fight for the superior people. But you couldn’t do that. You hated blood status even though he held it in such high regard. In this sense, you were more like Sirius, not Regulus.

Regulus started courting you, almost. He was very formal about it. As if it was a competition. In fact, it was. Sirius found himself fancying you. He was left the formalities out of the picture, and you liked it. 

 

You had to choose. You soon realized that they both, quite obviously, liked you very much. Maybe even loved? You had to choose one. 

Sirius pulled you aside in the hall one day and backed you into a niche. 

"You’ve gotta choose.” He said lowly, “I can’t take any more waiting. 

"You’ve got to be patient, Sirius.” You said shakily, distracted by the closeness of your your bodies. 

“I have been.” He said. 

Then you did something you never imagined yourself doing, but you lost all composure. 

You kissed him. Smashing your lips to his, you moved in sync with each other. Your head was spinning as he kissed down your jaw and neck. 

He worked there for a few moments before you came to your senses. 

“Sirius, stop.” You pushed yourself to say. 

“You know you like it.” He whispered against your neck and resumed his kisses. You wanted to resign to it but you just couldn’t. 

“We can’t do this!” You shook him off of you. Looking past him, you saw Regulus staring in despair. 

“(Y/N)?” He asked in disbelief, “is this what you choose?" 

"I- I. Yes.” You decided. 

“Why him?” Regulus asked, trying not to display his broken heart. 

“Because, I can’t love you, Reg. You and I, we’re too different. It wouldn’t work out." 

"So this is it then?” He asked, hoping you would back out. 

“This is it.” You said sadly, knowing in your heart you may never get Regulus back as a friend. 

Regulus walked away with his head held high and Sirius’ hand reached down to grab yours. 

“I’m sorry you had to make this decision.” He apologized. 

“I had to figure it out sometime didn’t I?” You said sadly. 

“Hey, chin up, love. He’ll bounce back. And if he doesn’t come back he never deserved you.” Sirius encouraged. 

“Really?" 

"Really.” He said, kissing your forehead softly and looking after his brother. 

“Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people’s business.

Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.

Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that would ever become a Professor.

Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape a good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.”

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs


The Marauders

My words are venom

A/N) here we go! Part two of the last text convo that happened between Remus and Sirius. This one is pretty heavy so buckle your feels seat belt. Written by @credence-needs-a-hug
Hope you enjoy!!
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Remus sat with his head in his hands. His heart was hammering, as loud as the thoughts running angrily through his mind.

Ignorant. Impulsive. Sirius.

The words, detached from sentences, scrambled any logic that could have been within him. He was just so-angry. He couldn’t even find his common sense. The very thought of Sirius infuriated him. It was his fault. All of it. He could have gotten snape killed. He was an asshole, yes, but no one deserved that. And did Sirius even think of what it would do to remus if he had killed snape? He would have been devastated.

Remus stood, a pulsing rage swelling in his chest. He looked around at the classroom he had found. After wandering around for a while, he had come across the dark room, occupied only by some old chairs and desks. Unthinkingly, remus grabbed the nearest chair, flinging it as though it was nothing, hard against the wall and watching it splinter and shatter like glass.

“Fuck!”

Remus jumps, whipping around to see Sirius in the doorway holding his cheek tenderly. When he moved his hand, blood ran down his cheek in a thin stream. Remus face turned vivid. “How the fuck did you find me?” He demanded.

Sirius looked up at him with watery eyes. “I was walking past and I heard footsteps,” he explained. He chuckled without humor. “I walked in right on time to get a splinter to the face. Nice aim by the way.”

Remus scoffed. “I wasn’t aiming for you. The fact that I hit you was just as satisfying as throwing the chair, though.” Sirius’ eyes widened. “You’re really mad, aren’t you?”

Remus froze. He turned slowly. He continued to turn until he was facing Sirius with a deadly look in his eyes. “Sirius,” he began, his voice ice. “You are a fucking idiot. That was the dumbest, most immature thing anyone has ever done.”

Sirius, averting his eyes to the ground, walked farther into the classroom and closed the door behind him. “I know, remus I do,” he said, holding his hands out in front of his body. “I was being dumb. I am so sorry. I didn’t think.”

“DIDN’T THINK?” Remus screamed, causing Sirius to cower down. Remus took a breath. “Sirius, do you know how much I have to lose? You don’t seem to understand that I have parents who will be effected by this. I’ll be kicked out of school. I might get thrown out of my house. I could get arrested,”

“Remus, I get it-” Sirius tried, but Remus cut him off. Eyes turning to steel, he stared down at Sirius. Unblinking and glaring, he stared. “You will never understand,” he growled. “Your family hates you. You have nothing. You’ll never understand losing something because you have nothing to lose. So please try your best not to fuck my life up just because yours is so pathetic.”

Remus will never get the image of Sirius’ face out of his mind. The hurt strewn across his features.

Sirius could feel the tears falling down his cheeks, but he didn’t even try to stop them. His heart was aching, and it made him want to curl in on himself. He stared at Remus with wide, pained eyes. The place on his cheek where his tears and blood had created a cocktail of watery red on his pale face.

He took in a shuddering breath. “You couldn’t just beat me up, huh?” He let the breath out, his chest deflating. “I guess that’s your style, though.”

Remus stared back defiantly, no sign of remorse in his eyes.

Sirius turned slowly, pulling the door open and leaving without another word.

Remus sat down, curling his hands into his hair. Why did he do that? Why did he make it so hard to be angry? He should have felt good about it. He should have been happy at the way Sirius’ face fell, but all he felt was this emptiness. It consumed him.

He sank to the floor and cried.

anonymous asked:

Can you do 26 and 33 with Sirius please??

“Are you alright?” Y/N placed a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, but he didn’t turn around, staring blankly at the tombstone in front of him. His dark hair was soaked by the insistent downpour of rain that hadn’t stopped all day, sticking to his pale, expressionless face.

“Sirius?” she knelt beside him, the hood of her sweatshirt now completely wet. She didn’t care.

“Sirius, I’m–”

“Don’t. Say it.” his voice is hoarse, clearly unused for far too long before he speaks, cracking with each word. Slightly taken aback by the harshness of her words, her hand drops from his shoulder.

“It’s been a whole fucking day of, “He’s in a better place now,” and “I’m sorry for your loss,” and I’m bloody tired of it,“ truth pours from his lips like a waterfall, and she notices teardrops glistening in his eyes, which remained fixated on the concrete in front of him, "I don’t need to hear any more.”

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” Y/N responded, her voice almost a whisper, and, for the first time, he turned to face her.

Marks of sleepless nights covered his face, its paper white paleness broken only by the dark circles under his eyes. She feels something sting at her heart at the sight of the pain that hides behind his grey eyes, glassed by sorrow and tears. She could tell he was waiting for her to explain what she’d wanted to say, and with a deep breath, she spoke again.

“I’m worried about you.”

“Why’s that?”

She frowned at his response.

“You haven’t moved from here in hours, Sirius. You haven’t eaten, and it’s pouring down. You’ll get sick.” she rambles worriedly.

“Don’t worry about me, Y/N.” he mumbled, barely heard over the thunder that sounded through the cemetery, drowning out his attempt to lessen her worry.

“I’ll always worry about you,” she allowed her arm to drape around his shoulders, and soon found his head resting on her shoulder.

“He was my brother,” without so much as a glance at his face, she knows tears have begun pouring, sneaking out of their hiding place, concealing unsaid words and unexpressed feelings.

“I know,” she whispers into his rain soaked hair.

“When does it stop hurting?” he mutters, his breath warm on the skin of her neck, erasing the cold of the stormy day around them. Her mind flashes back to the death of her own sister, the letters of her name being carved into marble and placed atop a coffin that didn’t seem worthy of holding her innocent body within it.

“It doesn’t,” she responds, holding back her own tears, “But it fades. Especially if you’ve got someone around. Someone that’s there, that can help.”

“I don’t.”

“Grieving doesn’t give you an excuse for being stupid, Black,” she retorts, a soft chuckle clinging to her voice, “You know you’ve got me.”

October 12, 1977

“Aw, come on, Prongs!” Sirius teased his friend, arm hanging around Remus’s shoulders. “Just ask her out already! She’s not dumb enough to turn you down.”

“No, she’s smart enough,” Remus muttered, and Peter giggled.

“Oh, shut up, Moony. Just because you already have a boyfriend.”

Remus blushed and shifted a bit closer to Sirius.

“Come on, Prongs, I can even help you with your makeup!” Sirius teased. “I know the girls usually flock around your messed up hair, but Evans is one of those stick-up-the-butt girls who like proper boys.”

“My hair is fine!”

Sirius laughed and ruffled James’s perpetually messed up hair. “Oh, come on, Prongs, your hair couldn’t get any worse!”

James laughed along with the others but still groaned at Sirius. “Ah, stooooop.”

“Okay, ickle Prongsy, but when she turns you down and you ask her why, you know it’ll be because of your hair.”

Remus shook his head, still smiling. “No, I think it will most probably because when you ask her out you’ll turn into a jumbled mess of nerves and barf your feelings out rather than say them.”

“Way to have faith in my nonchalance, Moony,” James rolled his eyes.

Remus grinned. “No problem!”

“Speak of the devil,” Peter said, nodding in the direction of a particularly fiery ginger. “Here she comes.”

Lily was walking towards them, head lowered in a book, when she looked up and locked eyes with James. She closed her book and nodded her head towards him.

“Potter, come. We have to go stir the brew for Potions.”

“Oooooooh,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows at the two while they walked away, and James turned to flash him a glare just as Remus thumped Sirius’s chest, signaling for him to stop. He knew the awkwardness that James was experiencing, and he would not be part of adding to it, even indirectly.

“Right. So,” Lily tucked her book into her bag and began reciting the instructions that they were to complete once they got to the dungeons. James didn’t listen, he was too busy examining every strand of her golden-red hair.

“Potter!” Lily snapped in his face. “Are you listening to me?”

“No.”

Lily threw up her hands. “Honestly, why I agreed to be your partner in the first place it beyond me.”

“It’s because you looooooove me,” James grinned.

Lily’s face reddened. “Shut up, Potter.” She crossed her arms. “Anyway, I was saying that we have to add the powdered root of asphodel and stir at a steady pace eight times counterclockwise while adding in, very slowly, mind you, the essence of comfrey. I can’t just do everything for you, Potter, though I’m sure you’d be perfectly fine with that. We have OWLs coming up this year, and I can’t do everything for you then!”

James nodded seriously. “I’ll have to cheat off you, then.”

Lily hit the back of James’s head. “You can’t to that either! Unless you plan on staying next to me your whole life-”

“That’s exactly what I want to do.”

Lily reddened even more. “-You have to learn some things yourself!”

“Not if I can avoid it.”

“You can’t!”

“Just watch,” James winked at Lily as they walked into the Potions classroom.

James did everything Lily told him to do, and soon their potion was the expected bright violet color, bubbling joyfully.

“See, I can do things!”

“That potion would have exploded in your face eight times if I hadn’t been here.”

“Oh, come on,” James scoffed. “Ten times. At least.”

“You’re right. How long should we leave this for until we stir it again?”

“Erm….”

“Thought so. Lord, I really do have to do everything for you. We leave it for twelve hours and then we have to add the blowflies, and wave a wand in a cross-like pattern over the cauldron. Then, you’ll section the newt’s eyes, and I’ll-”

“Is it necessary to go through this right now?”

“If you want to learn anything from it, yes!”

“What if I don’t?”

“Then you’re an idiot.”

“But I’m an attractive idiot, right?”

“You’re certainly a humble idiot,” Lily rolled her eyes.

“Why thank you!”

“You really are infuriating, you know that?”

James nodded. “It’s a talent of mine. Seems only to work on you, though.” he bopped her nose with his index finger. “I can always annoy you.”

Lily’s entire face was the shade of a tomato now. They were close, closer than they’d ever been before. Well, other than that time Sirius had hid a jack-in-the-box behind the Fat Lady and Lily had jumped so far back that she landed on top of James. But that didn’t really count.

“You’re making me annoyed right now,” Lily said quietly. “Really, really annoyed.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because you’re making me want to do this.”

And then Lily Evans got onto her tiptoes (though she would never admit it, she was self-conscious about her height) and kissed James Potter. It was an unceremonious kiss, the first of many, and later both James and Lily would come to forget it, or reimagine some grand romantic gesture other than an awkward kiss in the Potions classroom.

James returned to his friends flushed and stammering. When he managed to get something other than gibberish out of his mouth, he told the other marauders all about it. Sirius was offended that Lily hadn’t so much as made a comment about his hair. Remus was genuinely surprised she had the balls to kiss him in the first place. James could barely concentrate on his friend’s reactions, his mind muddled with euphoria.

thecatempire  asked:

So I'm embarrassed to say that I don't know much about Dorcas. I've seen rps of her in Tumblr a few times but that's it. Could tell me about her? (In ooc or in character, doesn't matter)

Like I said- there’s not really much to know about me.

((OOC: nearly everything out there is headcanon; there’s essentially no info out there on her and some of the other characters))

Art Collab of Remus ☆
Lineart by @tasiams
Coloring is mine

See our collab of Sirius [here] :)

  • looks like they could kill you, could actually kill you: lily evans
  • looks like they could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll: sirius black
  • looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you: remus lupin
  • looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll: peter pettigrew
  • will kill you with their cinnamon rolls: james potter
Transfiguration Class
  • McGonagall: now class, what is the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?
  • Sirius: *raises hand*
  • McGongall: yes Mr. Black?
  • Sirius: an animagus has better hair
  • Remus: *raises hand* well werewolves are taller
  • Remus: generally speaking
  • Sirius: *raises hand* WELL animagi have better bodies!
  • James: *raises hand* I second that and I also second that they have better hair
  • Remus: *raises hand* well werewolves don't have the time or energy to style their hair for 20 minutes, particularly around the full moon!
  • Peter: *raises hand* plus, werewolves don't sing obnoxiously in the shower
  • Class: ......
  • Sirius: animagi are sexier
  • James: yeah!
  • McGonagall: .....while I appreciate the compliments, those were not the answers I was looking for