×Black Angel×

snowy day at station

"It was a sound financial investment," Sirius said quickly.

Remus stood by the glass, holding his mug of tea and watching a team of goblins magically board up the bakery across the street. "Sirius, you hate real estate."

"People change."

"And I liked that bakery." Remus took a sip of tea. "The bloke who works there always gives me extra éclairs. Just yesterday, he was telling me I have nice eyes, and he asked if I wanted to get dinner—"

Sirius’s hand twitched, and the teacup he was holding shattered into a dozen pieces.

"Which is exactly why the place had to go!" Sirius snapped, vanishing the shards with a flick of his wand. "The man was giving you free éclairs. Do you know what that means?"

"That he was nice?"

"No, it means he wanted something."

Remus blinked. "I think he was just being polite, Sirius. He seemed very genuine."

Sirius made a noise that definitely wasn’t human. He marched over to the window, pressing his forehead against the glass as he glared down at the now-jobless baker standing bewildered on the pavement. "Polite? He touched your hand when he gave you your change on Tuesday! He lingered! For three entire seconds!"

"I think he was just trying not to drop the sickles," Remus reasoned, completely missing the jealousy radiating off his best friend. "Anyway, it’s a shame. Where am I going to get my bread now?"

"I will bake you bread," Sirius blurted out. "I will hire a team of personal, highly-trained French chefs to live in your kitchen. You will never need another carbohydrate from that idiot as long as you live."

Remus looked at him, deeply confused by this sudden passion for culinary independence. "Okay. If you insist. What are you putting in the building instead, then?"

"A warded facility for very dangerous carnivorous plants," Sirius growled, watching the baker walk away. "If he wants to give you another éclair, he can risk losing a limb for it."

Remus paused, his mug stopping halfway to his lips. "Wait."

Sirius froze.

"You weren't with me on Tuesday," Remus said slowly. "How did you know he touched my hand?"

Sirius turned slowly from the window, looking suddenly cornered.

Remus looked at the boarded-up bakery, then back at his friend. "Sirius... did you buy a building just to stop me from going on a date?"

Sirius swallowed hard, his gaze flicking away for a moment before returning to Remus.

He locked eyes with him.

Regulus "Live for you" Black who's inlove with James.

NINI I SCREAMEEEEED WHEN I SAW THIS, i wanted to write ab knight remus/prince sirius FOR AGES, THANK U ILY

first of all, let’s establish that remus kneels not in submission but in devotion, forehead pressed to sirius’s hand after every battle, murmuring ancient vows that bind his soul tighter than any oath of knighthood ever could

sirius traces the scars on remus’s bare shoulders by candlelight in the hidden alcove behind the throne room tapestries, lips brushing each old wound as if his kisses could rewrite the pain into something holy

the prince’s laughter echoes through the training grounds when remus disarms him during secret sword lessons, bodies pressed close in the dirt, hearts racing faster than any duel could explain

remus’s calloused hands tremble every single time when he adjusts sirius’s silver circlet (little circular band, typically worn as an ornament around the head)

from his post remus watches sirius stroll through the inner courtyard with his younger brother, arms slung casually around each other, their easy camaraderie glowing under the sun, and remus grips his sword harder, wishing he could walk beside him without armor between them

during tournaments remus fights with ferocious grace, but the moment sirius stands to cheer from the royal box, the knight’s strikes grow lighter, his helm turning instantly toward him, every victorious glance directed only at the prince. sirius stands there radiant and beautiful, smiling brightly as he leans forward and throws a single flower at remus’s feet, the crowd roaring while their eyes stay locked in plain, aching devotion​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

sirius’s hand lingers too long on remus’s shoulder when the knight kneels to report, thumb brushing the wolf emblem over his heart

the way remus’s voice drops soft and reverent when addressing the prince in private moments, calling him “my liege”

maids giggle behind tapestries because sirius always finds excuses to summon his knight at odd hours, and remus arrives breathless, their silhouettes through the chamber door too close, too gentle

sophi you’ve never disappointed me, i have been fed.

"I am standing perfectly still, Harry," Remus sighed, looking down at the four-year-old who was currently wrapping a piece of yarn around his ring finger. "What are you even measuring me for?"

"Your ring size," Harry muttered, pulling the yarn tight and frowning in concentration.

Sirius snorted from his place on the sofa, flipping a page of the Daily Prophet. "A ring? Are you getting him one of those plastic ones from Zonko's that squirts ink in your eye? Because I fully support that."

"No," Harry said, tying a messy knot in the yarn. "I'm buying Uncle Moony a wedding ring."

Sirius choked on a laugh. "A wedding ring? For Moony? Who's the lucky bride?"

Harry gave Sirius a deadpan, deeply exhausted stare. "You."

Remus froze, the yarn slipping from his hand. "Harry—"

"Don't 'Harry' me," the little boy huffed. "I asked Mum why you guys don't have shiny rings like she and Dad do. She said it's because you're 'useless cowards' who don't know how to use your words."

Sirius's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, his face suddenly red.

"So I am fixing it," Harry declared. "I am getting the rings. Then you can finally get married and stop sighing at the door every time he leaves the house."

Remus made a high-pitched, strangled noise.

"I do not sigh!" Sirius protested frantically, his face burning. "I was just doing deep breathing exercises! For my health!"

james: uh, i dont know. i usually forget what im mad about when i look at him

remus:

Remus, not looking away from his book: You can't fuck yourself.

Sirius: Fine. Then I'd fuck only you and James.

James: I'm flattered, Pads.

Remus, still not looking away from the book: Yeah, we both are.

×Later×

Marlene: Still don't get your hints?

Sirius: I practically told them directly and no reaction.

×Meanwhile×

James: When are we going to tell him that we do get his hints and start dating?

Remus: A little bit later. I love this show too much. And I'm also curious what else he can invent instead of asking us on a date like a normal person.