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Iâm a sucker for characters who see troubled kids in dangerous situations and basically go âthey need parents, guess thatâs me nowâ
prcphesiiedâ:
A breath pulls from her, head shaking easily. âSirius, itâs not your fault. Youâve never hurt me.â She chews on her lower lip, green eyes tracking him before letting out a breath and reaching for his hand. âYeah, okay. I canât make any promises about confidence. But shopping I can do.â Until she gets bored, but thatâs different and sheâll handle that when it gets to that point.Â
âThat is true,â he agreed, smiling at her as he pulled her up from her seat. âHave you heard the power of a jacket?â Sirius inquired, tilting his head to the side. âIf not, let me tell you what a jacket could do to oneâs confidence. I will be getting you one. Perhaps a nice set of boots, too, yeah? Might as well take you out to eat real food while weâre at it - make an entire day of it.âÂ
prcphesiiedâ:
âThe two arenât mutually exclusive, Sirius.â Nails find the ends of her hair, picking at it with an uncomfortable frown. The âAâ word comes up and Harry clams up, chewing on her lower lip with a sigh. âIs that a necessity? I feel like we could leave my confidence in the dirt, and maybe go shopping? Because otherwise, that feels like something we would need to actually talk about.â
He frowned, noting how she clammed up. âI-Iâm sorry, Harry,â Sirius said, leaving his now finished apple on the table. âWe can go shopping while we work on your confidence. Both are mutually exclusive if we make them out to be as such.â He shrugged, extending a hand out to her. âHow does that sound? Iâm throwing you a bone here.â
mischiefmoonagedâ:
Remus couldnât help but roll his eyes and give Sirius a playful shove. âOy get off it, will you?â He let out a bit of huffed laugh with a shake of his head. Least heâd started smiling again. âYou teach me something? Has hell finally frozen over?â It was in no way a jab at Siriusâ smarts or abilities but more of an eye roll at how hard Remus had argued during school to get Sirius and James to study with him and Peter.
âI already know I am going to go gray sooner than most, itâs only a matter of time. Wolf thing. Or maybe itâs a stress thing?â he sighed before shrugging and turning his attention fully onto his friend. âWhat do you mean you and James? Letâs be real here, heâs plenty happy to be marrying Lily in a few months â and I dunno â I think between you and James. Iâd have to go with him,â Remus teased, watching Siriusâ face carefully.Â
"Hey, there have to be some things Iâm naturally good at! Just because I really lacked at my studies back in Hogwarts, I have grown quite the repertoire. Like relationships, for example â â he smirked, then chuckled. â â Alright, flirting to be more specific.â He corrected. He wasnât good at relationships at all, but flirting was different. He excelled in that.Â
Sirius merely shrugged. The graying of his hair could also be caused by both things, but he didnât have the heart to bring that up to Remus. Not today, at least. âJames? Really?â His expression fell and his voice grew quiet. He always thought that heâd be the one Remus would choose. He supposed James had the looks. That shaggy hair. The eyes. He personally didnât see it. He sighed. âWell, Iâm never one to get in the way of someoneâs dreams.â
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Lips press together for a moment, eyes rolling to let out a breath as she sets the bowl down in front of her. âYeah, well, you didnât raise me. And, in Vernonâs house I took what I could get.â A shoulder lifts a little, rubbing her face with a sigh. âDonât change the fucked up statement. If anything, it proves it.âÂ
âIt proves that youâve gone through over a decade of abuse, Harry,â Sirius said, his voice lowering to just above a whisper. âThat doesnât mean youâre fucked up.â He took another bite of his apple, being sure to finish chewing it before he spoke once more. âHow about we work on that confidence, yeah? We should do something about that. I should help with that, as your godfather.â
prcphesiiedâ:
âItâs definitely a song.â Green eyes come up to him, head tipped a little to consider him. Her nose wrinkles, glancing away with a frown. âdark hair and a big arse bowl of cereal are all Iâve got going for me some days.â Green eyes widen for a moment, head tipped, though she lowers the bowl to stop slurping. âI didnât want to waste it.â
Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose. He didnât need to question if he was like this when he was younger as he knew he was. With a deep sigh, he then rolled his eyes, reaching for an apple that sat in a fruit bowl and took a large bite out of it. âYou could always put a straw in it, or not slurp it like an animal. I shouldâve raised you, honestly. That wouldnât fly in my house.â
prcphesiiedâ:
âsorry if youâre starstruck, blame it on the Stardust. maybe iâm perfect, even though Iâm fucked up.â words are mumbled around slurping from the bowl of cereal, though, green eyes come up after a moment, blinking with a short frown. âi am kidding, yaâ know? pretty sure iâm the last person to talk about starstruck. or perfection. fucked up mightâve been the only accurate part of that statement.â
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âIs that a song?â He questioned, raising an eyebrow. This mustâve been the edgiest thing he had ever heard in his entire life. All he could do is laugh at Harryâs words, cutting off as soon as they mentioned being fucked up. âHarry, thatâs not an accurate description of yourself. I mean, youâve got dark hair and a really large bowl of cereal -- and for Merlinâs sake can you stop slurping the milk?â
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      It was hard for her to not roll her eyes. âOkay hot stuff,â she said. She meant it teasingly, but of course, she meant it lovingly. âNext time you get a smart idea come to me and Iâll tell you if itâs actually a wise idea or not.â
Sirius paused, furrowing his eyebrows. That didnât make sense why would he go to her if he had two friends that were more than willing to support his ridiculous ideas? âYeah... I suppose I could...â He muttered, âbut do I want to? That is the question.â
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   âBold of you to assume Iâm interested enough to play games.â Philippe scoffed with a smirk, yet his body not moving a single inch away from his own. Teeth sinking into his own plump bottom lip as he pondered, trying to figure out what to do. He had been having fun playing hard to get, it was always fun to leave Sirius begging for more and so desperate heâd take away his keys and phone like that, wrapping his arms around him as if he was the one in charge.Â
     âBut since youâre wiser and older, I believe youâd have no trouble convincing me to stay, right, handsome?â He whispered, brushing his lips against his own as a single hand was placed to that broad shoulder, clutching his shirt between his fingers. âSo. Whatâs your best argument to make me stay? Iâm all ears.â
âWe both know you enjoy playing games,â Sirius said teasingly. While he enjoyed playing them, he preferred them to be outside of the realm of sex. Iâd play them whenever Philippe wanted... just not now. Tucking a few strands of the blondâs hair behind his ear, he led him against a wall. He wasnât great at actually being in control but enjoyed the facade of being the attractive, muscular older man that was able to command an audience whenever he pleased.Â
He smirked, tongue extending to lick Philippeâs nose, then his lips as he kissed him. âWe both know there isnât an argument to make you stay,â he replied, hand sliding up his shirt. It felt expensive, just like most things the other owned. He didnât care much for that, especially as he always felt that this expensive clothing looked so much better on the ground beside the surface they decided to tangle up on. âBesides, if you leave... I could always call up one of my past flames to do what you were being too childish to do.â
He could smell the lie on him. Sirius got around enough that he knew every trick in the book, and this didnât phase him. Did this kid think he could get away with using an old dog's tricks? With a chuckle, the older man closed the space between them, calloused hand removing Philippeâs keys and phone from pale fingers with one swift motion, setting them into the key caddy beside them.
 âOh honey.... honey, honey, honey,â he said deeply, finger delicately pressing against the bottom of the blonds chin. Deep brown eyes meeting his bright, blue ones. âDo you really think I donât know these games? They may work on people your age ââ he wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close, his lips hovering before Philippeâs. ââ but I am a man of age, like fine wine. I am sophisticated,â he said, kissing him gently. âSo when are you going to learn that they donât work on me?â
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âI scratch and bite.â She warned. âYouâll crawl and beg too.â He promised.â
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âGive me a kiss. No waitâŚtwo kisses. No, three ki-â
He silenced the mermaidâs requests for a kiss with his lips pressed against her own, large hands taking her by the hips, guiding her onto his lap. Humming happily, he pulled away from her, eyes looking down at his wife. âYou ask for so much sometimes,â he joked, pressing warm lips against her cold body again, then sliding his hands around her petite frame. London seemed to get her harder than he, but Sirius had always run warm. The weather here was irritating at best, but nothing to complain about.Â
âI think you need someone to warm you up, youâre so cold.â
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mischiefmoonagedâ:
Remus rolled his eyes. It was a very common mood he felt around Sirius and James but didnât mean he wasnât happy to have them around. âNot a special someone for me. I certainly wasnât suggesting you set me up with anyone. I meant you. â Nevermind it wasnât a funny joke to begin with,â he sighed, rubbing at his scruffy jaw slightly. âNo one will be going through you, Sirius. Iâm not suitaââ Suitable. He didnât finish that thought. It always bummed James out and he felt like Sirius probably shared their friendâs dismay over Remusâ belief he wasnât meant to be in a romantic relationship due to his âafflictionâ. âI donât think now is a great time for that sort of thing. Too much is at stake to divert focus. Besides, Iâm no good at it. Flirting is more your thing.â
You? Me? He thought, raising a finger and waving as he tried to formulate a response, but nothing witty came out. Instead, a sad â... uhââ followed, his grin turning into a deep frown. He disliked it when Remus spoke about himself like that, especially as he thought so highly of him. Remus was a fantastic man! Why couldnât he see what he and James saw? If anything, he deserved a romantic relationship that was picturesque and lasted longer than the romps Sirius had with those he forgot the names of.
A hand rested on Remusâ shoulder, dark eyes watching him carefully. Sadly. âI could teach you to flirt, and you can practice on me,â he said, squeezing his shoulder. âI know we are in troublesome times, but it never hurts to have some sort of intimate or romantic relationship, Remus. Youâll go gray and then the only person that would want you is James and me, and believe me, we both donât want James that way.â
Tell me to watch my tone as you shove me against the nearest wall and pin my hands above my head. Watch me squirm for you as you put your hand between my thighs
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