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You have some awesome friendship fics when Remus and Lily do manis and go shopping. Have you thought of one where Remus is there when Lily gets her wedding dress or she is there to get him fitted for his suit for his own wedding. Or the same with James/Sirius although I’m not sure how that would work with Reg.
Fic O'Ween Day 2: Candle Wax to continue the excellent friendship vibes from yesterday. Big fest thanks to @noots-fic-fests and character credit goes to @lumosinlove.
TW brief mention of alcohol
“Give it a spin.”
“…I don’t want to.”
“Then put it back.”
“What if it’s the one?”
Remus’ entire face scrunched with a frown in the mirror behind her. “Lily,” he began, with as much concern as if she had just told him the sky was actually emerald green. “Why would you buy a wedding dress you don’t want to spin in?”
“He’s right,” Natalie chimed in, swirling her rosé with a critical glance over Lily’s skirt. “You deserve better.”
“What if—”
“Literally your one requirement was to be able to spin, babygirl.”
Lily studied herself in the mirror again. The dress was pretty and creamy and light around her legs. The bow at the back wasn’t bad, perhaps a little oversized, but that could be fixed. It was already five o’clock, anyway. Two hours should be more than enough time to find a wedding dress.
“You don’t like it,” Remus said gently.
“No,” she sighed. “Not that much.”
“Then try a different one.”
Natalie brightened. “Yeah, what about that off-the-shoulder number? With the sweetheart neckline?”
Lily tipped her head back and forth. “My tits were falling out.”
“Exactly.”
“You do love when James makes a fool of himself,” Remus added.
The fabric slid in a smooth cascade beneath her palms. Probably damp palms. Was it alright for her to touch this fabric when she was nervous? Why was she nervous, anyway? It was her wedding. Her James. Natalie was right—she deserved the dress of her dreams. Lily knew her dreams better than anyone else and always had, through Petunia, through her Master’s, through a whole-ass baby. A dress should be the easiest thing in the world to choose.
“You liked the flowers, right?” Remus suggested, picking at the edge of his phone case. “On the…what was it, the third one?”
“The fourth.” Natalie nodded. “That’s the one with the sweetheart neckline.”
It was a nice dress. And she did like the florals. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Never mind.”
“What?”
“You’re not getting a ‘yeah, I guess’ dress,” Natalie said firmly. “Fuck that. You’re getting an ‘oh my god, I love this, I’m going to make every single guest cream their pants when they see me’ dress.”
“I—”
“What did you like about them?” Remus asked. “The other dresses.”
“I…” Lily trailed off. Her raw inner lip pinched when she nibbled at it. Jesus, her palms really did feel fucking soaked. “I don’t like this fabric. Or the bow. I liked the flowers from the other dress, but I want them smaller. The buttons on the bodice were nice.”
“Remind me what the bodice is?” she heard Remus whisper.
“The top,” Natalie whispered back before raising her voice again. “How about you take that thing off and we look together, hon? Three pairs of eyes are better than one.”
The surge of relief in her belly was a surprise, but not unwelcome. Lily examined the way it lay against her thighs for a moment longer before pursing her lips. “I don’t know, you guys have better things to—”
Immediate protests—far too loud for the pristine establishment—burst from both. “I’m not listening to that,” Remus warned. “Nuh-uh. This is a Lily day and I have the calendar invite to prove it.”
Natalie watched her in the mirror with a dangerous arch to her eyebrow. “You gave me rosé, my hot bestie, and pretty clothes to look at. Don’t take this from me. Now, tell us where to go and we will be your little wedding minions for as long as your heart desires.”
Lily loved her. Dearly. She glanced back once more and caught Remus’ eye, and his encouraging smile. “Calendar invite?”
“Midnight to midnight, Evans.”
“Florals, buttons, and something I can sweat in. Oh, and spin.” She shook her head. “Why did I pick a July wedding?”
Natalie stood and placed her hands on Lily’s shoulders, leaving them nearly eye-to-eye with the help of the pedestal beneath her. Her palms were pleasantly cool on Lily’s overheated skin. “Because you can’t fucking wait to marry James Potter, you utter legend.”
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Two hours.
Fourteen more dresses.
Lily rolled a fine satin petal between her fingertips, dragged her palms up her waist, down over her belly, across the swell of her thighs. The pale green chiffon faded to blush and back in loose waves over the solid ivory beneath. She rested her weight on her other side and followed the tender shimmer where the light caught each movement. The straps were broad, yet elegant—fawn-colored buttons tracked from the valley of her chest to the top of the skirt, where small flowers had been stitched in rows that dripped through the folds like warm candle wax.
“She looks so fucking gorgeous, I’m gonna cry.”
“I know. Jesus. That’s gotta be it.”
“Did you find that one?”
“Mhmm.”
“Nice, Lupin. Hook it up.” A soft high-five interrupted their muttering. “Can you pick out my wedding dress?”
“Propose to Bliz first. Then we can talk.”
“What do you think?” Lily called over her shoulder. She didn’t bother looking away from the mirror; she looked too good for that.
“Stellar as always, Lils,” Remus answered with a firm thumbs-up.
“Creaming myself as we speak,” Natalie chimed in. “Honestly, babe, you’re beautiful beyond belief. The dress just makes it even clearer.”
She gave a little sway to watch it ripple around her ankles—Remus’ sharp whistle made her jump, though it soon turned to laughter. He drummed his hands on either side of the armchair. “Come on, come on, do the spin—oh, there she goes!”
Natalie whooped. “Throw that ass in a circle, baby! You and me are getting down at that reception.”
A blush heated Lily’s face and neck as she laughed, still spinning, but it looked—fuck, it looked so pretty when Lily caught herself in the mirror again. The dappled colors of the dress warmed her away from fire-engine red, highlighting the pinks of her skin and auburn of her hair where it fell over her shoulder. I want pictures of this, she thought. I want a photo album of pictures where I’m in this dress, and I want James Potter to cry when he sees me in it. “I look so hot right now.”
“You so do,” Remus agreed. They were both leaning forward in their chairs, hands clasped. Lily briefly imagined asking them to find her another dress, just to watch them goggle at her.
But she wasn’t sure she’d take this one off for a million dollars.
“Is it…” Natalie pressed her lips together, eyes gleaming. “Lily?”
She was nodding before the words even began to come out. “This is my wedding dress.”
“Yes!”
“This is my fucking Stanley Cup, oh my god.” Natalie held both hands to her cheeks and turned to Remus, bouncing on her toes. “Oh my god, oh my god, wedding dress—”
“Wedding, wedding, wedding, Lily don’t you dare make us celebrate without you—”
Lily laughed and gathered the skirt up off the floor; it was only a short step to the ground before they were on her with all the force of an ecstatic hurricane. Natalie’s arms were a vice around her waist while Remus held them both and pressed a smacking kiss to the top of her head. She hoped this bodice had proper boning, because her chest was simply going to explode with the light radiating inside her.
“I’m so happy for you,” Remus mumbled against the side of her head. “And I’m so excited, and you look so pretty, and I’m so proud of you.”
Natalie was there in half a second to brush her thumbs over Lily’s cheekbones and ease the lump in her throat. “Look at you,” she whispered, beaming. “Look at you!”
“I know.” She laughed again and it came out a bit choked. Natalie made a small, sympathetic sound as Remus pulled a pack of tissues from his back pocket, but Lily waved them off with a few fast blinks. “God, it’s—happy tears, I promise. I’m so happy. Can I get married tonight?”
“Yes,” they chorused.
Remus nodded, still offering the tissues. “Say the word, I’ll call James right now. I think he wanted to get married the night of the Cup.”
“Only took him eight years to ask,” Lily grumbled.
Their burst of laughter made several people across the store glance over, reducing them to hushed giggling in the best huddle Lily had ever been part of.
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Soft, pastel thread bumped beneath James’ thumb as he ran it along the cuff on his suit. The pockets and lapels held much of the same—microscopic flowers, leaves, and patterns stitched into matte black fabric under Lily’s incredibly cryptic guidance.
“Looks damn good.”
“Ahblahablah!”
James tilted his shoulders this way and that. There had to be some square inch he was missing. Nothing in the world could possibly be this right. Then again, he was marrying Lily Evans, and that was pretty damn perfect. “D’you think her dress matches the suit?”
Sirius’ eyes flickered to the ground for a half-second. “…probably.”
“You’ve seen it?”
“Maybe.”
Something in James’ stomach gave a funny swoop. A Lily swoop. “How did she look?”
Sirius’ laugh made Harry squeal around the fistful of t-shirt (definitely Remus’) he had shoved in his mouth. “Dude,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “You’re going to lose your mind.”
#lily evans#lily potter#james potter#remus lupin#sirius black#natalie darcy#coops#jily#baby harry#sweater weather#lumosinlove#my fic#fanfic#fic o’ween 2023#fluff#wedding shopping
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coop & jenna ♡
#formative bi viewing#they're cute n all but jenna baby i could treat u better#baseketball#trey parker#yasmine bleeth#coop x jenna
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I put Henrietta's cage in the coop for the first time today to help get everyone reacquainted and I'm kinda getting the impression that Foggy has been missing her. Sweet girls <3
#chickens#birds#birbs#farm life#my pets#pearl on the other hand is being very mean >:(#I sat in the coop with them all for a couple of hours and everyone was being very good#went inside for a few minutes then came back out and pearl and Henrietta had obviously had a little tussle through the cage wire#because both had a couple small bloody spots on their combs and wattles#very very minor but still ugh#just gonna keep taking baby steps
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Haaayy can you tell us more about your au where branch finds cooper's egg?
Hiiii!! Thanks for asking! And of course :)
lol turns out I had a lot more thought out. Fair warning, none of this is concrete, this was thought up a while ago and uhhhhh… writing is not my strong suit lol
In this au I had debated whether to make copper a little bit younger, I already hc him as the youngest of the snack pack so idk if its needed lol.
While in the beginning of making his bunker, branch (who’s maybe 7??) would travel farther out into the forest and gather supplies to build when he stumbles on what looks like an egg? Just in time too, ‘cause Coops pops out like in twt, does his little groove, & then proceeds to flop over to nap (being baby is tiring work).
Branch is just ??? cause like what?? Baby? Way out here in the woods?? Why does the baby have 4 legs??? Why is said baby all alone? And that last part makes b pause for a sec bc where’s his family? Did he lose them? Or is it even worse…was he left behind? (He might be projecting a lil).
Cooper and Branch proceed to live where other kids w/o families go. Caretakers try to care for cooper & he is not having it. After all, branch is the first person he’d ever seen, was the first person who’d carried him. He’s imprinted on branch and whole heartedly believes and he is his family. So if C needs to be taken care of B has to be there. It goes on long enough that the caretaker decides it'll just easier if branch helped take care of him; and who knows maybe he'll regain his color being around such a happy little goober.
At first, branch doesn’t realize how much he means to C and assumes his attachment will fade. After all why wouldn’t it when he’s being doted on by warm and cheerful trolls. But nope! Whenever the caretakers aren't taking cooper around the village, Cooper is always following Branch. Around the pod, and through the woods. Branch looks out for him, talks to him, teaches him what he can, and even plays games! I think the fact that branch has been a part of Coopers whole life gives him a sense of obligation perhaps like a big brother?. It's easy to be open to him.
All attempts to foster Cooper are unsuccessful. It's not that Cooper doesn't match the family, it's that he just doesn't want to live with them. Imagine a foster family having the time of their lives singing & playing around & when the time comes Cooper's like 'I had a lot of fun today! Time to go! what?? Stay here? be a part of your family? ...Nope :D
When the time comes that the bunker can feasibly house him, (preteen?) Branch packs up what little he owns, and prepares to leave that night. It's not like the anyone at the orphanage would chase after him. Well, except for one trolling.
It's been years, long enough that their bond is strong, they're brothers in all but name. At least unnamed on branch's side, he kind of refuses to acknowledge it.
Anyway- Branch waits until everyone falls asleep and sneaks out. He doesn't even make it out of the room lol. One foot out the door and a sleepy voice is asking him where he's going. Branch just says he's going to the bunker, that he'll see him soon, it won't be forever you see what im trying to parallel? and it's true. It's not like he's leaving to who knows where. Cooper just nods & yawns out a "bye, see you later". Love me a parallel
Branch lasts an hour or two in the bunker. He's on edge the whole time, racked w/ guilt. Has a little mental spiral until there is just one loud thought of 'what am i doing? there's someone waiting for me' and runs back.
In the joined room, Cooper fell asleep on branch's bed waiting for him. So making sure not to wake him, Branch rests coopers head on his lap. Leaning against the headboard Branch just stares at his vest left at the end of the bed & has a moment of clarity. Like oh, that's why i felt terrible, i left my little brother behind. (Keep in mind that no, he didn’t really do that, but he’s a kid and that whole ‘see you later’ really shook him so he’s making some jumps in logic)(there some projecting happening as well)
So yeah, gained a brother!! yay!!! Cooper beat you to that revelation yeeaarrrss ago lol.
One thing I like about branch being a big bro is this idea that the more he learns about what it means to be one, the less he can understand his brothers. And are they his brothers?? Over the years it’s not looking like it.
#asks#wow didn't think i had that much to say lol#i bet this premise had been thought about before#but it’s still nice to think about :)#make no mistake branch still pretty much lives in the bunker. He only stays in the pod when it’s relatively quiet enough.#there are a lot of bunker sleepovers whenever there’s an overnight party#he officially move out when he’s considered old enough to be coopers carer. Until then he studies up & prepares the bunker#branch has a blue hue to him. it happens gradually so no one really notices#imagine when branch carried bby coops back to the villlage C reaches up and puts his face in hair cause y’know he’s baby#and this baby has a long enough neck to reach#thinking Cooper is 17/18 during first trolls events??#branch is the tiniest bit more integrated into the village#he stays around the outskirts for cooper some days#coopers hangs out in the village if his friends are there. he also likes to join in on some singing and dancing as long it isn’t too loud#he's still part of the snack pack i think?#cooper would not like creek in this au.#lol cooper just straight up tells creek something like ‘wow you sure are full of yourself huh'#lol coopers blunt honesty would probs be more prevalent.#also important point that this all happens while B is a kid#he’s more receptive than if he was older; he hasn’t built thst high of walls around him#rn he’s more sad and scared rather than being at odds w/ the village#first time writing out a… plot summary?? au synopsis??#Thanks for asking!!! uh hopefully you guys liked the ramble :)#any of this can change tbh :) its all been brainstorms for now#idk what i would call this au if i did make it.#i am cringe but i am free#b&c au ??
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i dont know if you've ever said anywhere- but we know that Remy and Ollie are both half orcs and that Ollie's other half is ~Demon~
Do we know what Remy's other half is or is that a future secret?
I'm just curious cause Ollie is So Clearly Orcish so is Remy's other half just super strong blooded or is he a twink?
SHEW yall I've been sittin on a huge lore breakthrough with Ollie and Remy that my high ass accidently unlocked a few weeks ago that I've been debating on just dumping here but I'm still considering if it's too spoilery for what is literally just about to come up in the comic, but tbh it would probably just help contextualize things a little better so IDKK if i dont drop it soon it'll be after-not this update or the next-but the one after but before I slap a little snippet, the short answer is I still don't know what his other half is exactly, it's demon no doubt but a mangly unimpressive one for sure. Adding onto that I don't even know what Remy's mom is part UUH and imma have to design her up Real Soon so im still wracking my brain for that one. The closest I got right now is maybe the demon resembled a giraffe somehow hence the giraffe esque spots on Remy ??? both Ollie and Remy's "fathers" came from the same demon cave hence the kinda dark look even around Remys eyes and similar horn stripes:
believe it or not it isn't eyeliner LMFAO its basically what Ollie has horn with just to a much lesser extent (they used to be more of a brown hue to i guess show that they weren't as tough and more sensitive to the touch but making the comic i kinda dropped it oof) but anyway the whole reason Remy was born in the first place was just for a "anything you can do I can do better" attempt by Remy's mom (Mogaks sister) ie. a lil snippit from the lore dump in the drafts:
*SIDE NOTTE Remy's mom has mental issues due to the hierarchy in the orc community over being a half orc and the fact that she isn't involved in combat and just minds the village, so she already wasn't really seen highly of (Mogak would treat her equally however) meanwhile Mogak was a pretty hefty solid full blooded orc and was a warrior of sorts and a leader in that aspect (her 'occupation' for lack of better word wasn't necessarily THAT high ranking in their society considering battle fighting was a common 'career' within the orc tribe so she's still even among the orc community, but still well liked and respected regardless) but her sister was seen as less-than in subtle ways. Due to her tough upbringing she quietly dealt with jealousy of Mogak throughout her life and during their young adult years she would take up the habit of trying to outdo Mogak with little things. When she was told about Mogak being pregnant with Ollie by her quest into a demonic cave, she planned on doing the same. The demon she ended up mating with wasn't all that great to say the least and didn't put up much of a fight either (Mogak declared a battle with the demon she wanted to make the deal with and chose a Pretty Fukkin Big Ass Boi one of the biggest in the cave I'd argue) so that's why Remy turned out Like That. After everything happened and they moved Remy's mom still carried self conscious habits and would get with men who would play off of those insecurities
#which is why remy was left unattended in the chicken coop so much was he lowkey was just another failed attempt at being better than her si#ster in his mothers eyes#OOOF GODD AND YET THERES SO MUCH MORE i gotta shutup#the timelines i made for ollie and remy are so chaotic man but oh so juicy#remy#ollie#remy baby im so sorry but it must be done#i went in 5 different directions in this ask but ive been THINKING ok
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FB Lady: Why did my new peachicks that I got from a clean home die so fast? All her birds are fine and she treats to prevent parasites.
Also FB Lady: *posts photos of absolutely disgusting coops with filthy feeders that look to be more poop and bedding than food and waste piled up so high around it that it's spilling into the feeder, as well as chickens in with her peafowl*
Also FB Lady: I quarantined them for 7 days and then put them in with the rest of my birds and they died after one day! This person sold me bad birds!
Me: truly it must be their fault...
#venting#animal death for ts#I say that the worst part of owning peafowl is losing peafowl#but this is actually the worst part#letting babies go and really really really hoping that the buyer#is not someone like this#Like listen my coops are not pristine#my perches are stained from years of urates#and despite scraping the pens out and powerwashing them#there's cobwebs and bird dander and they're livestock- they poop a lot!#but this is like.... I have seen this kind of care before#this is what happens when you have too many birds to care for and not enough time#so you put it off and then it's been years#and you're used to it so you don't even notice to the point where you'll post photos on FB#and not even wonder if it looks disgusting#I'm so mad right now
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My second Jolly Co-op experience with friends!
This time I decided to play Spearmaster, my experienced friend played as Artificer and our friend who was new to the game played Rivulet.
Story and a nice screenshot under the cut!
We spawned a slugpup since I didn't have Gourmand's food quest completed in my second save slot and called him White boy.
Originally the Artificer wanted to look after White boy, but after one cycle he came into my care and I looked after him for the rest of the run, which was a lifesaver since I'd end up being the sole survivor constantly.
White boy flew into the sky at one point and suddenly emerged from a pipe after we left the room, then he proceeded to go back into the room with a vulture in it and nearly get Anomaly killed, in the end we fed him and went on our merry way.
White boy nearly died to a white lizard on the wall, but the second I noticed him gone from my back the whole group raced down the pipe in pursuit.
10/10 would do again.
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toxic fact abt me is I watch episodes of season 7-8 that fuel my brain for Reasons bc I like to imagine: what if it was good? anyway s8e5 has awesome veraxca content . it’s Veronica going “hey girl <3 wjats your favorite color?” and Acxa going “as a solider of the galra empire I never had time to enjoy colors, my focus solely being on following the command of Lotor as we conquered the universe - preference alluded me in my quest to fulfill my duties as a general” and this is Acxa thinking she’s doing a good job bonding with humans . godddd those scenes are so excellent
Wait this literally rocks. I want Acxa to casually say the most deranged and out of pocket shit only for Veronica to just twirl her hair around her finger and say “haha and then what? ☺️” (Veronica is carefully cataloging every single thing Acxa shares and is already envisioning a future together where they adopt chickens and Acxa gets therapy by proxy through raising the chickens)
#veracxa#tricking ur gf into practicing self care and acceptance by having her hand raise beautiful animals#Acxa: I don’t need therapy 🙄 I’m actually quite well adjusted#acxa holding her first baby chick: these creatures are born innocent. they deserve kindness & a peaceful life. I find harmony in this coop.#Veronica: (nailed it)#ask#anonymous#shitpost
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Swordtember 3 - Rogue
FE3H (c) Nintendo
Art: Me
#swordtember#rogue#fire emblem#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#myart#ashe ubert#baby gotta be stealthy#it was either ashe of felix for this prompt#as a pun on ‘going rogue’ since felix sucks at coop#but ashe is cuter
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holding myself back by the throat from making a pro vaultghoul rant post bc I keep getting recommended anti posts
#SEE NOW AND WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING TAG THE SHIP IF ITS SHIP DISCOURSE THEN WORRY ABOUT GETTING HATE? you’re an instigator#fuck it I’m doing it in the tags:#‘if I see one more ghoulcy post bla bla’ SHUT ! UP !#people fucking LOVE enemies to lovers until there’s an actual prospective enemies to lovers ship#this is literally THE problematic ship site guys… come on#AND GHOUL WASNT EVEN THAT BAD TO LUCY he could’ve killed her every single time but HE DIDN’T#I’ve seen people argue that he has a wife ??!!! are you kidding me ?? he got divorced 200 years ago my guy are we watching the same show??#like he wouldn’t be cheating if that’s what you’re worried about 💀#the reason a lot of us don’t like vaultknight is because it’s boooooring#ooh super heteronormative good(ish) guy x good girl trope. snore#there is no tension between Lucy and Max. no stakes no drama. it’s rushed and predictable#I love Max as his own character. he does not need another character to fall back on narratively#whereas Lucy and Coop are literally narrative foils#they depend on each other for storytelling#get off your high horse baby it’s literaly fictional and has no bearing on the rea world#you’re not special because you ~don’t ship toxic pairings~ I DO move over
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Robin's yard is finally up and running in the new house!
#hes sooooo happy#hes been cooped up in the cage for almost a week now#bc of Moving#baby: robin#he still gets out time from this pen but this keeps him sane when we're out of the house/asleep/whatever#ferrets#ferrets of tumblr
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I've been doing crayon doodles lately since I've been far too busy to draw in my usual style. Though, it gives me a chance to do worldbuilding with little scenes like this.
Rare shot of Bento together with his family. All are unnamed except for the orange hen, Miso.
#bento's grand adventure#my art#chicken#hen#coop#nesting#wholesome art#miso#doodle#digital art#baby chicks#original character
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#south park#trey parker#baseketball#coop cooper#baby x edits#I just now noticed where that one heart is placed 😳#happy easter
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pov you play stardew with your husband @lemonsloosh
what a beautiful baby boy
2 random doodles below
#fax draws#fax moments#fallout new vegas#stardew valley#stardew#stardew coop farm#baby caesar#shitpost
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HI IM IZZY and i would please like to kindly request some more post rib coops/team lovliness AND angst (maybe not together?) idk- defo not a timed request i just reread a lot of your stuff (i LOVE nightmare/rib one) & i was hoping for some more! id love a sirius is @home n the team come over to say hi/raise spirits OOH LIGHTBULB and he loves it but suddenly he stands up to fast or laughs too hardetc and the whole team wants to help but have to just let remus hell till it passes, sadness :( THX❤
Hi Izzy! This is a great request and I combined it with one for some more Lions groupchat :) Character credit goes to @lumosinlove
TW for injury, arguing, minor alcohol, very brief reference to sex
Harry yawned, wide and squeaky, with his little wrinkled face all squished up beneath a small red cap. All four adults cooed at the sound; he smacked his lips before blinking his eyes open slowly to stare at them with equal amounts of sleepiness and curiosity. “Come sit,” Sirius said, shifting to make room for Lily on the couch. Remus watched his gaze remain on the baby while Lily curled as close as she could to Sirius’ side; she tilted the swaddle up so he could see better. Beneath Remus’ hand, Sirius’ ribs compressed in a gentle sigh. In his armchair, James had never looked prouder.
“Do you wanna say hi to Uncle Pads, peaches?” Lily asked Harry with a light tickle to his chin. She received a near-silent burble in response, and Remus’ heart swelled as he rested his chin on Sirius’ shoulder. “I bet you do, huh? He’s pretty cool.”
“Bonjour, mon petit,” Sirius murmured, running his thumb over Harry’s cheek. Lily knocked their foreheads together and Sirius grinned at her. “Can I hold him?”
The overflowing amount of love that had built up in Remus’ chest at their perfect little moment deflated slightly and he rubbed Sirius’ hip, just below his bandages. “Ribs, baby,” he reminded him quietly. He didn’t have to see Sirius’ face to feel his disappointment.
Lily glanced over, resettling Harry against her chest. “Maybe just once?” she suggested, though the plea in her voice was audible. “Come on, Re, five minutes won’t hurt.”
Remus swallowed hard. The last time Sirius had risked holding something heavier than five pounds, he had been throbbing with pain and swollen for days. Neither of them wanted a repeat performance.
Harry opened his mouth in a toothless smile and wiggled as Sirius took one small fist and waved it around. Damn you, adorable baby, Remus thought as his resolve crumbled in an instant. “Do you think you can do it?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the soft bit of skin below Sirius’ ear. A beat of hesitation passed before Sirius nodded. “Then I won’t stop you.”
His instincts prickled in the back of his mind as Sirius rearranged his arms with a stifled wince, but he bit his tongue. He leaned over to take the baby and the discomfort on his face was visible—Remus nearly told him to stop then and there until Sirius’ jaw tightened and he settled Harry in the crook of his elbow. “There,” he said, though he was a bit breathless. Lily furrowed her eyebrows in clear concern. “Totally fine, see?”
“Pads…” James began.
Sirius paid him no mind, his attention already laser-focused on Harry’s blanket edges. Remus didn’t miss the lines of tension on his face and shoulders, and by the look on Lily’s face, she didn’t either. Her hand was gentle on his arm. “Sirius, if he’s too heavy—”
“He’s fine,” Sirius interrupted. “I’m fine. More than fine, I get to hold my godson.”
The corner of her mouth turned down to match the shattering of Remus’ heart. “Please don’t push yourself while you’re still healing. None of us are going anywhere.”
“I’m fine,” Sirius insisted, casting a cursory glance at the three of them. “I can bench over 200 pounds, he’s une plume—”
“When your ribs aren’t broken,” Remus corrected. Sirius fell silent; the edge of his jaw ticked. “You can bench 200 when your ribs aren’t broken. We just don’t want to see you hurting any more than you have to.”
“It’s worth it,” Sirius said under his breath. Lily’s whole face crumpled, and immediate regret shadowed his stubbornness. “No, I didn’t—I meant that five minutes won’t be a big deal. He’s not going to be tiny forever. I’m his godfather. He needs to know me.”
“He knows you,” James assured him in a quiet voice as he ran a hand under his glasses. Remus didn’t envy his exhaustion. “Pads, it’s just a few more weeks. If you’re hurting, don’t hold the baby. The team needs you to heal fast.”
“He needs you to heal fast,” Lily added, adjusting Harry’s cap so it fit over his ears. Low blow, Evans, Remus thought, impressed. Right for the heart. A timer went off on her phone and she offered Sirius an apologetic smile. “Food time for the bundle.”
Sirius clenched his teeth as he helped get Harry back in her arms, letting out a small puff of air as he sat back; the lamps of the living room were dim, but Remus still saw the shine in his eyes. “You okay?” he murmured, rubbing a palm over Sirius’ thigh. All he got in response was a nod—James cast them a worried look.
Harry and Lily returned for the last half hour of their visit, but every time Sirius went to suggest a cuddle, Lily guided the conversation away. Remus could hardly look at him.
Sirius was quiet on the way home, too, all the way into bed. “Only one more week of pillows,” Remus said when they had settled in, offering an encouraging smile over the cushy barrier between them.
“He’s my godson,” Sirius said curtly. His gaze remained stubbornly on the ceiling. Remus felt his smile slip and reached over the pillows for a hand to hold, but none met him in the middle.
“Baby, I know you’re disappointed, but it’s just a couple more weeks.”
No response.
“We’ll see them tomorrow, remember?” he tried. “And Lily said you can give him a bottle and everything.”
Silent treatment. Real mature. Remus pressed his lips together and curled up on his side, his knees brushing the pillows that kept Sirius from moving too much. It had already been two and a half weeks since that horrible, awful night that ended with the best kind of joy they could ask for. They got the call just past 3 in the morning—Sirius had fought his pain meds tooth and nail to stay awake, then immediately passed out on Remus’ shoulder the moment James and Lily hung up. Remus hadn’t been able to sleep. His mind whirled with images of Fenrir’s sneering face and venomous words, of Lily’s terrified voice crackling over the phone. Of Sirius twitching on the ice, unable to stand. Of baby Harry’s unbelievably tiny nose and wrinkled hands curling in Lily’s hair. His body didn’t feel big enough to hold all the feelings bubbling up.
Honestly, he was just grateful they were allowed to see the baby at all. Other than Mr. and Mrs. Potter, everyone else had to wait until Harry’s first checkup to give him a proper team welcome. Minus the keg, of course.
Sirius’ breathing slowed after a minute, marking his slide into sleep. Remus sighed through his nose and watched the headlights pass outside, mere pinpricks behind the curtains. Maybe he was being too harsh, telling Sirius not to hold Harry. He was his godfather, after all. God knew he took the job seriously. Maybe it was selfish of Remus to withhold that from him just to avoid a little pain.
But it wasn’t just a little pain, was the thing. Remus rolled onto his back and rubbed at his eyes as he bit back a groan of frustration. They were so fucking close to the Cup and if Sirius missed that…if Sirius missed the Cup, he would be inconsolable. He’d never forgive himself. Crimes might be committed. No amount of baby cuddles would fix that, no matter what Sirius was telling himself.
“You’re doing the right thing,” Remus murmured to himself. Sirius showed no sign of waking and he closed his eyes. Stick to your guns. For his sake.
--
“Oh, hey, I got that,” Remus protested, swiping the backpack from Sirius’ hand when he went to pick it up off the chair. Sirius made an exasperated noise that he soothed with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “That shirt looks cute on you.”
Sirius narrowed his eyes. “I can carry a backpack.”
“Backpack? What backpack?” Remus grinned at his eye roll and slung the bag over his shoulder, then hustled to open the door. “Don’t worry, you still get to drive.”
--
“Let me help.”
“With a pot?” Remus raised a playful brow and nudged Sirius with his hip. “Easiest thing in the world. Scoot, I need to drain these.”
“It is the easiest thing in the world,” Sirius agreed, though he was kind enough to shuffle out of the way and let Remus through. Hands settled on his hips, fingers hooking into his belt loops. Sirius’ chin came to rest on his shoulder, his breath warm on Remus’ neck. “Which is why you should let me do it.”
Steam billowed up in the sink; once he was sure all boiling water had vacated the premises, he leaned back and nuzzled Sirius’ cheekbone. “Heal up quick for me and you can drain all the pasta your heart desires.”
--
It was getting harder and harder to pull Sirius out of the stormcloud brewing over him. Remus knew himself, knew he could get a little overbearing when it came to fixing things—looking back on group projects still made him cringe—but he was better, now. He knew when to buckle down and when to slam the SOS button.
Message to: Not the Captain
Is anyone free Friday night for a nonalcoholic rager
The answer was immediate.
Message from: Not the Captain
Yes
Yes
Yes
Always
Me
No alcohol? : (
Ohmygod Loops are you pregnant
Message to: Not the Captain
Yes and I’m telling you over text
Obviously no. Cap can’t have alcohol w/ his meds
Message from: Not the Captain
Does that mean *I* can still have alcohol
Wow that sounded so formal: IS BOOZE ALLOWED ON THE PREMISES
When you say he can’t have alcohol does that mean he’ll die or does it mean he gets drunk faster than usual
Oooo v important question thank u bliz
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Remus muttered.
Message to: Not the Captain
I’m not going to tell you not to drink anything, but it’s BYOB
Also if you give the invalid any alcohol I will personally shove a shot glass up your ass
Several seconds of silence passed.
Message from: Not the Captain
Well goddamn okay
As someone who has had Problems before: mixing pain meds and booze can/ will cause liver damage so like. Don’t.
Thanks Harz
Thank you Harvard
Thanks Harzy
Kiss me on the mouth Big Brain O’Hara
Remus set his phone on the table and ran a hand down his face, then flipped it back over and ignored the dozen new messages that had popped up in his absence.
Message to: Not the Captain
Cap’s house Friday 8 pm
He contemplated adding a request not to bring up Harry, but decided against it. Best to let things go on as usual—James was the only one he would have worried about, but he was perceptive, and he would know better than to poke that particular open wound while everyone was trying to have a good time.
Message from: Not the Captain
Loops I’m in love with your planning skills
Thank u mom
Kiss me on the mouth Loops
STOP
--
Sirius hadn’t been so visibly excited since…well, if Remus had to guess, since the night they figured their shit out for real. He was like a puppy at summer camp, happily parked by the big front window while the guys rotated in and out and music thumped off the walls. Remus caught his eye and smiled at the giddy grin that instantly came to life on his face, shaking his head when Sirius motioned him over. Nachos, he mouthed, tilting his head to the kitchen. Sirius gave a dramatic shrug, but then Kuny settled next to him and his attention was gone.
A weight lifted off Remus’ chest. He hadn’t realized how much pressure he had been putting on himself as in-house doctor over the past three weeks, playing medic 24 hours a day. Sirius had never asked him to, but he felt like it was implied. What was a little more work, anyway?
Remus looked over the crowd again once the nacho pan was out of the oven and sighed into his vodka lemonade. A lot more work. More than he had expected. Sirius was doing such a good job of regulating his own meds and exercises, but the little part of Remus that needed to know everything, always, had been screeching toward oblivion in the back of his head. He should just be grateful that Regulus didn’t seem interested in one-on-one attention, because there wasn’t any left to give.
A shadow darkened his periphery. “I’m not kissing you on the mouth.”
“Not even a peck?” Talker teased, slinging an arm over his shoulders to give him a little shake.
“Oh—Jesus, Talkie,” Remus laughed as his drink nearly sloshed over the rim of the cup.
“You’re lurking. Why are you lurking? Party people don’t lurk.”
He sucked the spilled lemonade off his finger, making a face at the bite of alcohol. “I have never in my life been a party person.”
“That’s a lie,” Talker scoffed. “I bet college Loops went wild.”
“College Loops studied.” And gave an accounting student semi-regular blowjobs.
“Okay, then maybe current Loops needs to take a deep breath and stop looking at the captain like he’s going to spontaneously combust.”
Remus’ face heated and he looked away. Fuck. He had been trying not to do that.
Talker gave him another, gentler, shake. His eyes were kind when Remus glanced up. “I get it, man, we’re all worried. But you’ve got a bazillion people here who can keep an eye on Cap while you both have fun.”
“I’m trying to be better about it.” The words felt lame.
But Thomas didn’t mock him, just ruffled up his hair and took a sip of beer. “He looks good. Healthier. His posture’s better, too.” His lips quirked when he looked back to Remus. “C’mon, I was a kinesiology major. I know shit.”
Remus knocked his forehead on Talker’s shoulder. “Thanks, T.”
“Any time. Can I try that?”
Remus transferred his drink to his other hand, out of reach. “Absolutely not.”
“Swap?”
“Nope.”
“Can I smell it?”
“Why would you—”
A commotion kicked up and Remus knew what had happened before his name left James’ lips. “I’m fine,” he heard Sirius say as he set his drink down and made a beeline for the living room.
Fucking shit, he knew that tone. Tight with pain and trying to hide it, the same one that always reared up when Sirius tried to go too fast. The guys moved out of the way without question, dispersing to give them space before Remus even had to ask. The carpet was soft under his knee when he knelt and took Sirius’ hands. “Ice or Advil?”
“I’m fine,” Sirius gritted out. His eyes were shut so tight the edges crinkled.
Remus swallowed his initial protest, lowering his voice to a murmur. “Five shallow—”
“—five deep,” Sirius finished for him on the third shallow breath. “Ouais, I got it.”
He waited until the obvious pain had faded from his angular face, then another five breaths before giving Sirius’ hands a gentle squeeze. The team was still chatting in the background, but it was more subdued. Less natural, more like a movie set. “Did you turn too quick?” he asked quietly.
Sirius’ jaw ticked. “Sat up straight.”
Remus’ heart sank. Just last week, they had gotten to the point where that didn’t cause immediate agony anymore. “Okay,” he started. “Okay, I’ll grab some ice, we’ll start saying goodbye—”
“No.” He stopped cold; the tension between Sirius’ brows eased and he looked up, guilty now. “Merde, sorry, I—no, we don’t have to kick everyone out. I’m alright.”
Remus leaned in and kissed his cheek, letting his lips linger a moment longer than usual. “Tell me if it starts hurting more, yeah?”
Sirius nodded. His hands gave a quick pulse around Remus’ before letting him go.
It didn’t take much to let everyone know the party was winding down after that. Remus didn’t have to say a word.
Sirius noticed anyway.
“I told you I was okay.”
Remus looked up from the dishwasher. “What?”
“My ribs.” Sirius’ expression was dark, irritated, the closest to angry he had seen in a while. “Earlier, when they hurt again. I told you I was fine and you just…why would you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You really fucking suck at playing dumb, so don’t.”
Remus’ brows shot up toward his hairline. He spared a moment to be glad Regulus was having a video game night with Leo before setting a plate down and turning fully to Sirius, who had worked himself up into even more of a thunderstorm. “Look, I didn’t say anything to anybody—”
“You don’t have to say things to tell people to fuck off.”
“I didn’t tell anybody to fuck off!”
“You told them to leave!”
“I don’t make decisions for your teammates—”
“No, you make them for me.” Sirius exhaled hard through his nose and combed a hand through his already-messy hair. “When are you going to start trusting me with my own body, Remus? When? At what point are you going to admit that you don’t know everything?”
“When you start acting like you can treat this seriously,” he snapped.
Sirius stopped cold. Remus held his breath, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek. Oh, karma, you really are a bitch.
There was no option but to keep pushing. The idea of it made Remus feel sick, but his mouth was already running off again. “I get that you’re frustrated—”
“I’m not frustrated, I’m angry—”
“—then join the fucking club, because I’ve spent the last three weeks trying to keep you from breaking yourself all over again while you—”
“There you go again!”
“Stop making me the only one with common sense!”
“Stop being a control freak, Remus!”
“It’s like you don’t even care about healing—”
“You won’t let me hold my godson!”
Oh. Oh. Remus felt the fight flee from his body in one rush. Oh, no. Sirius’ chest was heaving, and with each harsh inhale, more pain etched his expression. He looked down at the dishtowel in his hand, wrung tight between his white knuckles. It was harder than he thought to pry his fingers off it and set it on the countertop. “Sirius…”
“He’s so little. He’s so little, and I wasn’t there when he was born, and every time I try and be there now it’s like nobody wants me to.” Sirius’ voice wavered and he took a shaky breath, crossing his arms over his chest. Remus couldn’t make himself move. “That’s all I want, Re.”
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Tears threatened the backs of his eyes; Sirius’ were already filling, and he sniffled them back. “Sirius, I…”
Sirius shook his head. “I know.”
“That wasn’t what I meant by any of it.”
“Yeah, I know.”
The rough edge of his voice grated on Remus’ heart; he closed some of the distance between them, hands hanging useless by his sides. “I just didn’t want to see you hurting,” he said at last. “And I totally fucked it up.”
“No, no you didn’t.” Sirius tipped his head back, like he was willing the tears to go back where they had come from.
“I did,” Remus repeated. “I’m sorry, Sirius. Baby, I’m so sorry.”
“I know you were trying to help,” he said thickly. “But I—I didn’t get to hold Reg as a baby and I told James I would be there for him and nobody is letting me do anything and what if he doesn’t know me? He’s just a baby, what if I’m not important to him?”
Remus fought the tremor of his lower lip. “You are,” he managed. “Every time you go over, he lights right up like he just saw his favorite person in the world.”
The first sob made Sirius’ shoulders jerk and he clenched his fist, biting back a groan. Remus stepped closer and carefully uncurled it, sliding his own there instead. Sirius fell into him, his arms still tucked against his chest while Remus rubbed light circles over his back. “I’m a horrible godfather,” Sirius said into his shoulder, misery in every word.
“You’ve only been one for three weeks,” Remus laughed humorlessly. If you’re a horrible godfather, I’m the worst boyfriend in history. “I think Harry can cut you some slack for broken bones.”
Sirius hiccupped. “Do you really think I can’t take care of myself?”
Remus had been wrong before. This was the real killing bite of karma. Next time, universe, please just beat me with a baseball bat. It’ll hurt less. “I think I’m more of a control freak than I like to admit,” he said with a kiss to the shell of Sirius’ ear. “I think you’re a lot smarter than anyone gives you credit for. I think you have the patience of a saint for living in the same house as a medic when you’re injured.”
“Can’t exactly kick you out, now.”
“I’ll could sleep over at Talkie’s.”
“Non, you two would elope before the week was out. I’d never stand a chance.”
Remus buried his smile in the bend of Sirius’ neck as weak laughter shook them both. The house, what little he could see of it over Sirius’ shoulder, was less of a mess than he expected. “Baby?”
Sirius made a quiet noise.
“Wanna finish these nachos with me?”
The apology must have come through clear enough. Sirius relaxed in his arms and his hands moved down to bracket Remus’ hips, fingers slipping into his belt loops once more. He bent for a chaste kiss that deepened for just a moment before pulling away, though their noses still bumped at the end. “You taste like vodka, a little bit,” Sirius informed him.
“That’s the closest you’re getting to any big kid drinks until you’re done with your meds.”
“Re?”
“Yes?”
“You’re doctor-ing again.”
Remus winced. “Sorry.”
Sirius kissed him again, which felt like a good sign. “If this is the closest I’m getting to vodka—” He paused to tilt his head and Remus felt his knees go gooey at the brush of soft lips. “—then I’d better savor it, hmm?”
“Yeah, you better,” Remus said, a little dizzy with the rush. Party adrenaline, explosive catharsis, ginger-beer-flavored kisses—he didn’t know what he’d do if the night kept going like this.
They ate the nachos eventually, elbow-to-elbow at the kitchen counter. Remus kept his mouth shut until Sirius’ timer went off and he took his meds, no reminders necessary. When they went to bed that night, the pillow barrier didn’t cross either of their minds.
When they woke in the morning, Sirius held his hand.
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