in some universe Harry’s third year ends with his recently-outed-as-a-werewolf former professor, and his recently-acquitted-escaped-convict godfather queer uncles having some words with the Dursleys
Sirius raises Harry and opens a shop in Knockturn Alley specializing in repairing cursed artifacts and placing protection wards on family heirlooms.
Little Harry sits on the counter, greeting customers and working on his little wizard homeschooling assignments. He has the most essential job of giving the owls that come in with owl orders a treat before they fly off.
If Sirius needs anything abroad for his work, like rare plants or magical objects, or to consult an international contact, he sends Remus. That way, Sirius is always close to Harry, and Remus has a job he won't get fired from.
happy belated birthday @soloorganaas it's a month late but Finish Your Fucking Fics February has me by the throat. 😘
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It had been a long day.
Scratch that, it had been a long week. A long fucking week of watching his much-younger cousin make doe-eyes at Remus, and find excuses to touch his shoulder or arm or hand, and laugh far too loudly at his dry humor. A long week of enduring the kids and their scheming, because Ginny had got it into her head that the best way to entertain herself in this horrid house was to play matchmaker, and somehow she had pulled everyone else into it, too.
It had been a long fucking week, and Sirius didn’t feel the least bit guilty about shutting himself in his room--their room, whenever Remus was at Grimmauld for longer than a night--and laying down for a midday nap to try to stop his mounting headache in its tracks.
Well. He felt a little guilty. Because every moment shut up in this room was a moment away from Harry, and he had already missed fourteen years of Harry’s life.
But he was just so damned tired. He had lost a brother, countless friends, a lover, twelve years of his life…and now he had to watch said lover be flirted with right in front of him.
There was a knock on the door, and Sirius grunted.
“Sirius?” Harry stuck his head into the room. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, Hazza.” The nickname, not used since Harry was a baby, had slipped out accidentally his first night in Grimmauld. Sirius had tried to backtrack, embarrassed, but after the way Harry had lit up, he couldn’t not use it.
“You sure?” Harry came further into the room. “I could get Professor Lupin.”
“No need to bother him.” When Sirius had last left them, Remus had been teaching Tonks how to waltz in the library. He lifted his arm off his eyes and patted the mattress beside him. “Come sit.”
Harry obediently sat next to him, and Sirius put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I haven’t been…”
He trailed off. He had too much to apologize for. He didn’t even know where to begin.
“It’s fine,” Harry said. “You’ve been distracted.”
“Nothing could distract me from you.”
Harry gave him an unimpressed look. “Not even Professor Lupin?”
“What about Professor Lupin?”
“Do you like him?”
“‘Course I like him, Harry, he’s my best--”
“Not like that,” Harry said, cutting him off. “You know what I mean.”
Sirius sighed. “We dated when we were kids.”
“Yeah?” Harry asked. “What about now?”
“Well, I can’t exactly take him out for a candlelit dinner.”
“He sleeps in here, though, doesn’t he?”
Not as unobservant as Sirius thought, then. “He does.”
“So does he, like, know how you feel?’
“Tell me, Mr. Potter. How do I, like, feel?”
Harry grinned. “You love him.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Does he know that?”
“He bloody well should,” Sirius muttered.
“Maybe you need to remind him, then.”
***
When Remus came up to bed that night, Sirius grabbed the box he had been keeping in his bedside table since the beginning of the summer.
“Think fast, Lupin.”
Remus didn’t think fast, and the small box hit him square in the chest. He caught it before it fell to the floor, and popped open the lid. His lips parted in surprise.
“Is this--?”
“Found it in Orion’s things,” Sirius said. “Took me a week to get all the curses and enchantments off of it, but it’s been in the family for generations. Seems a waste to let it languish in a drawer.”
“This,” Remus said slowly, “is the worst proposal I have ever received.”
“How many people have asked you to marry them, Moony?”
“Including this time? Technically, none.” Remus tossed the box back at him. “Because you haven’t asked, Black.”
“Oh, alright, then.” Sirius heaved himself off the bed and dropped to one knee. “Remus, light of my life, will you marry me as soon as there isn’t a price on my head?”
Remus’s lips twitched. “Oh, I suppose.”
“Some acceptance that is.”
“Some proposal that was!” Remus held out his hand anyway, and Sirius slid the gold ring on his finger.
“And now, maybe if you’re wearing that, my cousin will keep her hands off you.”
Both of Remus’s eyebrows shot up, and then a grin spread across his face.
“Sirius Black, are you jealous?”
“No!”
“You are,” Remus said, delighted. “Hold on, I need to savor this.”
“Savor it?”
“I spent years at school watching the entire student body throw themselves at you and being so jealous I could hardly think straight. You’re jealous because you think I might be interested in Tonks, and because she’s been flirting with me? Yeah, I’m going to enjoy this for a while.”
“Some fiance you are,” Sirius grumbled.
Remus kissed him, his hands going to Sirius’s belt. “I’ll make it up to you.”
There are none of the usual signs of Padfoot—canine-related tattoos, black fur on the sofa, an errant chew toy on the floor—but he decides to test it anyway. He closes his eyes, locates the wriggling animal beneath his skin, and tugs.
In a rather explosive poof, he drops to the ground and... bounces? He scrambles to pull himself to his feet, only to find black flippers in place of his paws. A shocked 'arf' escapes his mouth as he flops helplessly across the floor. It would probably be easier to turn back and walk to the mirror, but he’s committed now, artfully shimmying his way across the floor.
He’s a seal. A chubby, black, quite frankly adorable seal. Oh, this is exciting. He twists to his side and lifts his tail, posing for the mirror.
But if he’s a seal... and Remus is in the ocean... Is Remus a merman? Now that’d be something.
I have been causing chaos on Discord with @mkaugust and @remuspotterblack for days since seeing this post and now I'm gonna do something about it.
The "seed moon" full moon is April 23rd. Let's knock up Remus. @lizlemonbennet @mellupin I've seen you posting about knocking up Remus in recent days. Anyone else?
Obviously we should knock up Remus outside of April 23rd, but @elder-millennial-trash bullied me so now I am making it an informal thing.
how is omega remus holding up in labour? is he very mad at sirius for doing this to him?
*rubs my little hands together* Llama, he is so angry. He is so mad at Sirius and his super sperm for doing this to him, but do you know what else? He's furious because Sirius isn't even there.
You see, Sirius had to go do something Very Important for his Very Important Job and now he is stuck! In an elevator! And can't Apparate out for some reason.
Before he left for his Very Important Job, he told Regulus to come over and sit with his mate and get him cups of tea and food because Remus is not to leave his nest or lift a finger under any circumstances. Unfortunately, Regulus is there when Remus goes into labor! Remus is very angry it is Regulus and not his useless husband!
Regulus calls every member of the Order and is like "look, all of you need to find out where Sirius is and break him out, I don't care how many laws you break."
Anyway eventually Kingsley and James break Sirius out of the evil magical elevator and Apparate him home, just in time for Remus to hold his hand really tightly and break three of his fingers while pushing their baby into the world.
Everyone is happy, especially Regulus, who really did not want to have to watch his brother's omega give birth.
why thank you for asking, imp. i know you care very much about our pregnant man and he appreciates it.
let's see .... remus woke up very grumpy because he is so big now that he cannot roll on his side anymore and he hates being forced to sleep on his back. he also had a hard time getting up from lying down. sirius tried to help him which then led to remus telling him he's not an invalid and he can get up on his own thank you very much (he can't. sirius has to help him)
to make up for all the discomfort sirius's super sperm is causing him he makes him tea and a very elaborate english breakfast with extra pickles on the side and jam for the sausages (don't ask, he's been craving it) ((no eggs because they make him nauseous)). remus is a little less grumpy after that but then sirius sadly has to leave for work since he is doing a Very Important Job and has many Responsibilities (but not without saying goodbye to remus AND the baby)
remus is way too pregnant to work so he busies himself watching tv, reading, calling lily and asking her when this will all be finally over, going to pee every five minutes and still peeing in his pants a little bit when he sits down, and nesting. so far almost every inch of their home is covered in pillows and blankets and stuffed animals and the pantry and kitchen are close to bursting at the seams with all the food he's been hoarding (mostly canned so it doesn't expire quickly) and so much formula they could feed ten babies even if the world ended tomorrow (you never know what could happen okay??? he needs to be prepared!!!!! the baby must eat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
the rest of the day he sits in his comfy nest, eats, and misses sirius terribly and texts him a lot until he finally comes home and remus can bury his face in his neck. he complains to him about his aching back and his swollen feet (sirius gives him a feet massage and then a blowjob) and that he looks like an airballoon (sirius tells him he's beautiful and lets him sit on his knot). and then he goes to bed early :))))
They want you to belive that this all just happened.
That before this very day there were no parents who loved their gay kids, that there were no trans people who lived authentically, that there were no queer people who were ever happy at all, if they even existed.
They want you to belive that you're the little freak that sprouted up in a garden of perfectly manicured roses. That you're new and suddenly demanding something that's never been done before.
But it's not true.
The truth is that there have always been wildflowers, and sometimes they grew strong and bright and sometimes they got ripped out, but they're older than the garden. And they'll always, always grow back.
We're here, and we've always been here. Don't fucking forget it.
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