#sirius ask.

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Remus didn't know why he did it. The urge had just come over him as he was about to flee from the library. Maybe it was because he couldn't keep going on like this, avoiding his feelings. Or maybe he was just sick of being afraid. It didn't matter the reason because now he was grabbing Sirius by the front of his shirt and pulling him closer, into a corner of the library.

He was kissing him before he knew it. No, snogging him. Really going for it like this was the last thing he'd ever do. If he could just have this moment, then maybe it would be worth the consequences to come. He held Sirius' face, cradled it like he was the most precious thing in the world. And to Remus, he was. His lips just knew what to do, which Remus was grateful for; it wasn't like he'd ever kissed someone so passionately before.

After exhausting his own breath, he knew he had to break away even if that meant reality would seep in again. Would Sirius hate him? No, not his Sirius. Even if he didn't feel the same way (which was the most likely outcome) he wouldn't be cruel. He'd understand. They'd be friends still and maybe Remus would be able to move on in time.

He kept his eyes closed, his hands falling to trail along Sirius' arms, waiting to be pushed away. For the fantasy to be broken. What did he say now? He wouldn't say he was sorry because that made it seem like he had regrets. There were no regrets here. "I don't want you to be with Olivia." Remus was surprised by how calm he sounded when his heart was beating a million miles a minute. "I want you to be with me."

Sirius felt like he had been hit by an entire Quidditch team on the latest Firebolt 1000s. Then he wondered if he was having a dirty dream again. But he had forgotten how to breathe and could feel his chest tightening -- until Moony pulled away.

Why did Moony pull away?

Oh, right. Breathing. And also thinking. Thinking was usually one of Sirius' strong suits (despite what James would say, the prat) but all he could do is stare wide-eyed at Remus and --

Who was Olivia?

...

Oh! The cool girl.

"--Okay." Was all he could manage for a moment, staring at Remus, bewildered still. But then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. This wasn't a dream. He wasn't waking up. "Bloody hell, Moony," he started. "Why didn't--" No. Fuck words. He (maybe less gently than intended) shoved him against the nearest bookshelf and gave him a real snogging.

He could ask his quesitons later.

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Remus comes up behind the couch Sirius was sitting on, arms sliding over his shoulders. He peeked down at what he was doing. "Are you busy with your Charms report? I was going to ask if you wanted to go on a night walk." So they could snog against a tree.

Sirius knew exactly what Remus was alluding to.

"I assure you, I'm plenty charming enough without having finish my report," He looked up at Moony and grinned. At his boyfriend's expression, he clarified, "I'm almost done, but a break would do me some good. I promise."

"Let's go take our very wholesome, school-approved evening stroll~"

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“You know what I like most about people? Pets.” //reg

"Pets are great. People are always so nice when you go up to them, too! So long as you're well-groomed."

...

"You mean other people's pets, huh." Well, his point still stood.

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❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ //reg

"Regulus. You're my brother. Of course I am," Sirius gave a dismissive wave, managing to maintain a straight face for a moment more before bursting into laughter. How could he not? He had never seen anyone throw up like a Muggle watergun before...

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To baby Sirius - what do you like to do for fun in that boring old house?

Send asks, either IC or OOC, back through time so that my Muse can answer them as a child. || Accepting

"Hide and Seek! Especially at bed time. My brother Reg's awful good at hiding. Although, he's not talking to me right now." The boy starts to snicker. When he regains his composure, he says, "I swapped the sugar and the salt 'round yesterday! Old Kreacher got blamed for it by Mum when he put it in her tea!"

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❝   if you’re trying to distract me, it won’t work.   ❞ //remus

This Meme || Accepting!  

"What? Me? What?" Sirius, mock offended, placed a hand over his heart and gasped. As best as he could, of course, stretched out in the buff in the bed across from Remus' desk.

"I'm simply making myself comfortable, Moony! You know how tense I can get... without having anything to do...." And he was definitely flexing as he stretched.

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"Sirius, you should talk to Regulus." Remus was always the voice of reason. He placed a hand on Sirius' arm. "If you don't feel you can, then you should write him a letter. Say everything you've ever wanted to say. It'll help him understand your side of things, too."

But Sirius could only shake his head.

“He’s brainwashed, Moony. Words won’t help. And he’ll just burn the letter.”

That was what Sirius told himself, at least. He could have been right -- or he could have been wrong. He wasn’t wholly sure. What he was sure of, however, was the guilt he felt about leaving Regulus behind. Would he have said yes if he had asked him to come with? In the heat of the moment, in yet another screaming match with his beloved mother, he had decided  against it.

Because Regulus had never indicated otherwise. He liked Slytherin, he looked up to the Dark Lord, he was the apple of their parents’ eye... he even liked Kreacher. And if Sirius had asked him to run away with him to the Potters’, he would have been all the more shattered to be refused. To be rejected, again, by his family.

Did he regret not trying now? Yes. Wholly so. Because now any chance of his brother not hating him, not being wholly turned against him, was zero. But what was done was done, and it hurt to think about. So he just wouldn’t.

“He would’ve been better off having you as an older brother, Moons,” he admitted with a dry smile. “But instead he got me. Well, not anymore, I guess.” He had been disowned, after all.

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Sirius was never without his best friends. These Marauders. They liked to think they ruled the school, that they were important, but Regulus considered them to be nothing more than annoying bullies. They often targeted Snape (who didn't help his case by provoking them) but they also went after others who didn't seem to deserve it. He frowned as he passed Sirius and Potter in the corridor — they were cornering some Ravenclaw boy and asking him why he was hanging around Remus Lupin so much. Regulus scoffed, making sure they heard it.

"What? Is Lupin not allowed to have friends outside of your little group?"

Almost by instinct, Sirius saw the flash of green robes and nearly told the younger year to piss off. But he recognized that voice.

Confused, he looked over at Regulus, standing there as if he had any authority. What, was he protecting Ravenclaws now? Defending Moony, who was a Half-blood?

That almost gave him hope.

“Reg! Nice to see you breaking Slytherin stereotypes,” he snorted, and gestured to the Ravenclaw, who looked positively horrified. James’ wand was still trained on him. “We’re just checking if McChuggins here has the same sense of humor as we Marauders do, is all! No need to worry.”

McChuggins. Really. He was asking to be harrassed for a laugh with a name like that.