Sirius loves Peter and his honesty (and how funny he is). Sirius finds him so refreshing compared to the industry where everyone is soo media trained. Especially because Peter isn’t a suck up, Peter is obviously nice to him but he’s not just trying to kiss ass.
They spend all their breaks together. After they rehearse the skit, they eat together. Peter even mentioned once that Sirius didn’t have to eat with him, Sirius just sat down and said he wanted to.
(More romance centred ones)
They make out in the costume room (is that a thing idk?). Their rehearsals take longer because they sometimes catch themselves showing the wrong emotion (heart eyes and longing instead of whatever it should be). Sirius gets ashamed at that because he’s won an Oscar, and yet he keeps catching himself breaking character. (It’s not even that often but he’s still shocked).
Sirius asks his agent to get him back on SNL (as an excuse to see Peter). Sirius bribed a writer to write something where him and Peter are a couple just because he wanted to experience it at least once.
I have Friday off to celebrate our country’s birthday so in honor of this specials milestone in history please give me a prompt that would make our founding fathers blush
Oh god… ummm…
It’s the morning after Sirius’s twentieth birthday when he wakes up naked and squeezed between James and Lily in their bed. The memories of the night before are blurry… And several weeks later, Lily finds out she’s pregnant.
Sirius loved holidays. Birthdays. Any excuse to celebrate.
Give him a reason to gather people together and he'd happily provide the noise, the alcohol, and enough enthusiasm for everyone in the room. He loved making the people he cared about feel important. Loved reminding them how much they meant to him.
What Sirius had never been particularly good at was celebrating himself.
So when Lily and James asked what he wanted to do for his twentieth birthday, he merely shrugged.
"A quiet night in is fine."
"That's it?" James frowned.
"That's it."
"I suppose I'll make you a cake anyway," Lily said.
Sirius grinned. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
The truth was, he knew baking for people made Lily happy. Even on his own birthday, his first instinct was to think about what everyone else wanted.
It simply never occurred to him that he might deserve to want something too.
Lily and James were, quite simply, the best people Sirius had ever known.
Loyal. Brilliant. Ridiculously kind.
Marriage hadn't changed that.
If anything, it had only made him feel more certain that he'd somehow stumbled into the greatest friendship imaginable. They had never once made him feel like a third wheel or an obligation. There had never been a moment where he'd thought, I'm intruding.
He belonged.
He loved watching them together.
The quiet conversations spoken with only a glance. The effortless way James reached for Lily's hand without thinking. The way Lily instinctively leaned into James whenever they sat beside each other. They fit together with the sort of ease that made the rest of the world feel slightly out of focus.
Sirius wasn't jealous.
Not exactly.
He simply found himself wondering, sometimes, what it might feel like to be wrapped up in something so complete.
It was the sort of thought he never intended to say aloud.
Perhaps it was the firewhisky.
Perhaps it was the warmth of the sitting room, Lily curled against his side on the sofa while James sprawled in the armchair opposite.
Or perhaps it was the way James asked, with complete sincerity, "So what do you actually want for your birthday?"
Lily's hand rested lightly between his shoulders, absentmindedly tracing lazy circles through the fabric of his shirt.
The whisky had left him pleasantly warm and far braver than usual.
Before common sense could intervene, Sirius smiled dreamily and answered,
"I'd like the two of you to take me upstairs."
Silence.
Then James laughed.
And no one said no.
Sirius woke late the following morning with a pounding headache and sunlight spilling through unfamiliar curtains.
It took him several long seconds to realize where he was.
James's arm was draped heavily across his chest.
Lily slept on his other side, her dark red hair spread across the pillow like spilled ink.
All three of them were tangled beneath the blankets.
Sirius stared at the ceiling.
Fragments drifted back to him.
Laughter.
Someone knocking over a lamp. James laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Lily kissing his forehead and calling him ridiculous.
Another round of firewhisky.
Laughter that refused to end. Warm hands and warmer mouths. James's lips and tongue leaving him gasping out, "Merlin," while Lily's deft touch around his length drew helpless sounds from him, her delighted laughter in his ear so bright and beautiful it might have belonged to a celestial choir.
Soft pillows.
Cool starlight spilling across bare skin.
James's grin.
Lily's smile
For perhaps the first time in his life, Sirius couldn't remember feeling lonely.
He had absolutely no idea what they were supposed to do now.
As it turned out...
Something rather unexpected.
A few weeks later, Lily found Sirius alone in the kitchen.
"So," she said casually, "how would you feel about moving in with us?"
Sirius looked up from his tea.
"...What?"
"You spend most of your time here anyway."
"Bit unconventional, isn't it?" he said. "Married couple having a permanent roommate?"
Lily shrugged.
"I just thought it'd be easier."
"Easier?"
"You'll want to be involved when the baby arrives."
Sirius froze.
"...The baby?"
She looked at him.
"...James didn't tell you?"
"There is a baby?"
Lily smiled, one hand unconsciously settling over her stomach.
"I think so."
"S-since when?"
"If I've counted correctly..." she said thoughtfully, "...since your birthday."
Sirius opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
"...Since my birthday."
"Mmm."
He stared.
Lily's smile grew impossibly fond.
"So," she said, "it seems James, you, and I are having a baby."
mary once sat down at a parisian café to have a chocolate croissant and a cigarette. as soon as she picked it up out of her red purse, at least four men stood up and pulled the lid off their lighter, holding it up to the cigarette hanging from her lips. she stopped for a moment, before she calmly chose the lighter belonging to the man she thought most handsome. none of them would ever be able to stop thinking about her.
James and Remus are the definition of sweet and gentle sex, like in the nicest way they are so vanilla that the only kink there is the massive praise kink they both have
horticulturalist/floraculturist remus is buzzing in my brain so here are some random headcanons :)
- he works at a greenhouse/nursery and switches between departments, but working in the greenhouse is by far his favorite place to be
- he receives at least 10 christmas cards from sweet old lady’s that he gardens for
- he’s always covered in dirt and wears a gardening apron that is threadbare and has been to hell and back but he’s emotionally attached to it
- he knows exactly how to grow weed from seed and starter, and can explain the exact science behind growing and how to be successful at it; he did teach a customer and now he is their customer
- he’s an encyclopedia on annual flowers and can tell you the common and botanical name off the top of his head
- he designs baskets and pots and they’re always so stunning
- he refuses to sell bluegrass seed and sod and will teach customers about how bad for the environment traditional lawns are while explaining native alternatives that help pollinators
- butterfly’s, bees, hummingbirds and him all have an understanding he’s like the pollinator whisperer
- he does landscape/garden design and will essentially trick customers into only getting native plants (the customers don’t care but he feels like a manipulative mastermind)
- his work shirts consist of those national geographic and life is good pun shirts
- has old ladies flirt with him all day and tell him what a catch he’ll be for some nice girl, and he always pulls the necklace with his wedding ring out from under his shirt collar ready to tell everyone about his lovely husband
- everytime he sees a plant in need of rehab at a store he will buy it and rescue it (sirius doesn’t say anything about the fact that their apartment is basically a greenhouse now)
- he presses flowers and has a binder full of hundreds of varieties of flowers that is his prize possession, he always framed a bunch of pressed and dried flowers from their wedding
- he’ll take cuttings from plants at work and make sirius a small bouquet, sirius always has a vase of flowers on his nightstand
and Remus is so bad at technology that one day while he was working overtime running on only coffee he accidently sent some of those said emails to Regulus. He only finds out the next morning when Regulus calls him to his office.
He wished he sent those emails sooner as he lays in Regulus's bed.
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