yk what pisses me the fuck off? people being so obsessed w regulus that they downplay sirius' trauma just to make reg a sadder character that they can relate to. do whatever u want with reg - this is a free fandom, jkr doesn't run it and ur allowed to think whatever, but its actually baffling how ur willing to legit take away sirius' trauma for reg. i've seen people say that 'reg is the second choice child' like... ur kidding me, right? just because... he's younger?? doesn't make him second choice??? i will confidently say that sirius is 100% the less favoured child and i will fight anyone on it - i mean, how is this even a fucking debate?!? what is wrong with people?! sure, reg's story is sad and interesting but i desperately need you to stop depriving him of every little good thing in his life just to improve his story.
i will 100% confidently say that sirius is objectively one of the most, if not the most, traumatised character in the marauders fandom. yes, i know we shouldn't compare people's trauma, and with any other character i wouldn't. but this is sirius. he was physically and mentally abused by his parents, he felt that he had to protect a young child when he was only a year older and developed a martyr complex, had his family try and manipulate him into joining their cult at 16, ran away from home and was disowned at 16, grew up in wartime, he became a child solider at 18, his *adoptive* parents died at 19, his brother died at 19, his relationship w remus was falling apart, he got framed for the murder of his bsfs at 21 and then spent 12 years of his life getting his soul sucked out of him, at 33 he gets let out and his godson thinks he's a murderer and he has to un-learn his dog-like behaviours, at 34 the war begins again, at 35 he dies, and then in the afterlife watches remus have a wife and child. please fight me on this because i could go all day for him.
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@hpsaffics feb 5 - flowers & chocolate - 1k words - cw: mentioned oral sex at the end
aka beautiful, happy, older wifeys <3
When Sirius opens the front door it’s to the smell and sounds of cooking. Garlic heavy in the air, curry and spice. Lentils, fresh rosemary, the radio chiming in the background and Remus’ voice humming along sweetly as she presumably shuffles around.
Sirius smiles to herself as she slips out of her loafers and makes her way farther into the cottage barefooted, the old hardwood floor warm under the soles of her aching feet. She should have gone to yoga with Remus on Sunday instead of taking a four hour hike with Harry and the dogs. She’s not in her late bloody twenties anymore as opposed to her godson. But alas, the things you do for love, right?
It’s pleasantly warm inside, air crispy with oxygen but mellow warm from the afternoon sunshine beaming in through their old windows. The plastic is crinkling in Sirius’ palms as she saunters down the hallway, the chocolate and flowers she picked up on the way back from work and Sirius smile widens in anticipation of presenting the gift to her wife.
She presses her lips together, deliberately keeping quiet so that she can peek around the doorframe first and take her love in as Remus thinks she’s still home by herself. Well, apart from Macy and Squash, of course, which Sirius already greeted outside when they spinted down the front yard to welcome her, tails wagging in elation.
Sirius is careful to lean around the edge slowly so as not to attract any attention by the sudden movement and immediately her heart does a little spin inside her ribcage. Feels a little fuller, possibly overflowing with adoration.
Remus has her hair pulled back into a low, lazy bun, a smaller strand at the front has slipped out and it gleaming golden grey in the sunlight streaming in from behind her. Her lips are pursed and her head is bobbing lightly to the music—fucking precious. Only clad in a form fitting black halter top, tied into a loop at the back of her neck and a pair of bulky linen shorts that could be mistaken for striped boxers at first glance but Sirius knows better. Knows they’re soft from wear and comfortable but still something nicer, something Remus would categorise as ‘chic’. Sirius looks again, closer, and notices the gleam of something bright red and lacy under the pants that make the corners of her grin tug into something sharper. Make her want to fall into giddy giggles and pull Remus into her and kiss her breathless. There’s no bra—Remus doesn’t do those and Sirius is all the happier for it, blessed with easy access for a lifetime—the nipples of Remus’ big breasts visible through the sheer cotton top and Sirius’ mouth waters as she gapes at the freckles trailing over the round skin and down her wife’s cleavage like some pervert. Well, she thinks she’s earned the right to ogle like that after 30 plus years though.
It doesn’t take much more incentive for Sirius to step out of her hiding spot, “Moony, sweets, aren’t you just the most gorgeous thing to ever grace this planet.”
Remus looks up from her cooking, eyes rolling and lips pulling into a smile despite herself. Sirius thinks it’s cute that she still tries to make Sirius believe she’s not swooning at her antics every single time without fail.
Her wife lays down the cooking spoon and meets her halfway unhurriedly, laugh lines wrinkling her eyes and then her hands come up to pull Sirius into a kiss by the cheeks. Her own hand snakes around to the small of Remus’ back, tugging her close and then there’s a happy hum. Lips not quite open but not closed either and it has a bit of a wet smack to it when they pull apart—it makes Sirius irrationally ecstatic and she beams at her wife toothily.
Remus snorts, bumping their noses, “What have you done now, Black?”
Sirius shakes her head in faux disappointment, “Lupin-Black, my love, you should remember by now! It’s nearly our 20 year anniversary.”
Remus pokes her in the side with a rigid index finger and Sirius squirms, snickering. Bony fingers drive through the short, black curls on Sirius’ head, blunt nails scratching over her skull and eliciting a shiver from Sirius that she feels als the way down into her toes.
She sighs and Remus kisses her again before she nods over Sirius’ shoulder, “What’cha got there, baby?”
“This?” Sirius purposely rustles the plastic, “Oh, just a little gift for the most wonderful, breathtaking, awestrucking, fascinating—”
“A-huh.”
“—spectacular, terrific—”
“Oh, wow.”
“ —kind, beautiful, incredible—
“Laying it on thick.”
“—smart, stunning—”
“Oh, we’re not done yet. Got it.”
Sirius sucks in a breath, “—magnificent, mind-boggling woman in the world.”
Remus nods along in mock-indulgence but Sirius can see the blush crawling into the freckled apples of her cheeks. Makes her want to take a bite out of her.
Instead, she gives her one more quick peck and then extracts herself from her and steps back to hold out the Lindt pralines and colourful mix of tulips.
A precious smile pulls onto Remus’ rosy mouth, blinking at Sirius through her lashes and voice low when she mumbles, “Thank you so much, baby. I love them.”
She places the gift on the kitchen counter next to them and pulls Sirius into another kiss, thumbs caressing her cheeks. Sirius feels like she could do another 4 hour hike right now, high on endorphins and adrenaline.
When she pulls back Sirius feels a little hazy in the best way and the way only Remus can make her feel. Her wife cocks a brow at her, palms sliding down to settle against her waist, “You already saw the panties, didn’t you?”
Sirius blinks, lips stretching into another grin, “Yup.”
Remus scrunches her nose at her in a childish manner and Sirius laughs.
“So are we having dinner first or can I take the free time slot to eat you out?”
Remus bites onto her bottom lip, long lines in her cheeks from smiling, “It’s gotta simmer for about thirty.”
“Perfect,” Sirius winks and then tugs her in the direction of the living room for the sofa.
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for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:
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James attaches himself to Remus right from the beginning, throwing a skinny arm around his shoulder on the train and sitting down too close to him at the Gryffindor table after the sorting. James is a tactile sort. At eleven, Remus isn’t totally sure how to feel about this, but he goes along with it anyway.
They both can’t help but notice the haughty, dark-haired boy who was sorted before them. Alone at the table, he keeps shooting nervous looks over to the Slytherins.
“That’s Sirius Black,” whispers James. “Mum says there’s a story there, but she won’t say what it is.”
Remus catches Sirius’ eye and sees a spark of interest staring back at him. Whatever the story is, Remus would very much like to figure it out. He thinks he’d like to know everything there is to know about Sirius Black.
“Well,” says Remus, clearing his throat. “Shall we go sit with him, then? Seems like that’s the way to find out.” He tries to sound more confident than he feels.
James’ eyes shine. “You’re a genius, Lupin. Let’s go.” He’s up and moving immediately.
When they plop down on either side of Sirius, Remus watches carefully for his reaction. Sirius gives them both a great big grin, starts joking around with James immediately, and pokes Remus in the side to get him to join in on the fun. But Remus knows what sadness looks like when it sits permanent behind your eyes; he sees it every morning in the mirror. He wants to ask, feels the question bubbling up in his throat, but he knows better. That chapter of the story of Sirius Black will have to come later.
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