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marauders era x vogue
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sirius started tattooing on barty and barty just lets him practice and tattoo whatever he wants on him, partly out of a lack of care but mostly out of belief that any art that comes from siriusâs hands is something worth having on his body forever
there are a lot of casual things about remus that sirius finds incredibly sexy. the way he exhales smoke through his nose when heâs amused instead of laughing, how he rests his forearm on the table and loosely dangles whatever heâs holding from his fingers, the absentminded habit of sliding his headphones off one ear and tucking them behind it when someone speaks to him, the way he taps ash off his cigarette without looking, still maintaining eye contact mid-conversation, how he presses his tongue into his cheek when heâs concentrating on a book, how he hooks a finger into the collar of his shirt to tug it away from his neck when it gets too warm, and many more
Sheâs the angel of rancid & rotting dreams.
mechanic sirius with his coveralls half off and tied around his waist, white tank on and tattoos on full display, hair in two braids, sitting outside on break cigarette in hand and grease covering him from head to toe
heâs also wearing a black lacy thong under all that but you didnât hear that from me

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mechanic sirius with his coveralls half off and tied around his waist, white tank on and tattoos on full display, hair in two braids, sitting outside on break cigarette in hand and grease covering him from head to toe
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emmary my beloveds
the first time lily had sex with mary it was also lilys first time having sex with a girl. lily had never known her own body could feel the way it did, with maryâs reverent touches, to how she worshipped lily, her goal to make her feel good instead of ruthlessly chasing her own high. lily had never experienced such respect, and it made it feel all the more intimate. lily had been shocked by the noises she was making, how her body seemed to move on its own accord, twitching and trembling with just maryâs mouth, her lips and her words unraveling lily to the core. she gave herself over to mary, relinquished the control she grasped onto tightly, and quickly found that the feeling was addictive.
remus who is obsessed with siriusâs hips. he loves to mark them, kiss them and grip them every time sirius rides him. losing himself every time sirius is on top, remus just holds his hands on his hips and gently guides them closing his eyes feeling them move.

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Please take it easy on me,
a wolfstar oneshot | hurt/comfort, wc: 1436
after years of running around their feelings and giving into their desires, they realize thereâs more to what they have. remus wants more, sirius doesnât know if heâs allowed to, the real him.
Sirius always laughed the most. His voice echoed in a room filled with people. His eyes shone from miles away. Sirius was the brightest star. Thatâs what he likes other people to see, not the mess behind his curls or the tears behind his eyes. Those stayed hidden, locked away from everyone, well, everyone except for Remus. He doesnât know that yet. He doesnât know Remus sees him whole. Bits and pieces he tries to swipe under the rug, Remus sees them all.
See now, Sirius thought, only showing other people what you want them to see will make others accept him, love him more. But he didnât know he would lose himself in the process. Because other people loving you for what you pretend to be is worse than not being loved at all, because the constant reminder of his inner voice saying "youâre fooling them all" is like a brain-eating cricket in his ear, and if that voice sometimes starts to sound like his mother, well, he chooses to ignore that.
Is this really him? Does he just put a mask on for everybody? Where does it end, and where does his face start? Even in his own room at night, he canât find the end of the veil to pull it off. Sirius realizes that one night. And, perhaps itâs for the best. Maybe he can lie to himself that heâs the person he tried to be his whole life.
Remus sees him whole; he adores and chooses to love all of him. One night, exasperated yells sound in the living room of Remus's apartment. This palpable thing between them that has been going on for such a long time is addressed, and Sirius pushes him away after Remus confesses.Â
"You canât, you canât say that. You donât know that," and Remus stares into his eyes right through him.
Sirius breaks in front of him because the man he loves so deeply poured his heart out, but Sirius has to remind himself. Itâs not him who he loves. Because Sirius stuffs down any 'negative' traits, his impulsivity, insecurity, and vulnerability. He shoves them down and drowns them in a bottomless pit, everything he considers not perfect. An ugly, bad habit he got from his childhood, at least he is aware of it. But at what cost, when he's lived for so long coping in this way, he can't find his way back to living as himself. So Remus is in love with the idea of him, never Sirius.
And so Sirius breaks. Itâs too late now.
"Donât say that if you donât mean it," he shrugs his shoulders, defeated. "You canât." Remusâs eyebrows furrowed, but Sirius is spiraling.
"I donât know ?" he asks, baffled. He doesnât back down because he knows Sirius. The late-night talks and midnight kisses. Every sleep in each other's embrace, the comfort between them. Holding hands and gravitating towards each other every day means something deeper, at least to Remus, they do. Years of friendship and then more years of something else between friends and lovers. And if Remus is nothing more than something Sirius can discard, then he wants to hear it loud and clear. If Remus is crazy, and it all means nothing, itâs all right, but the sadness in Sirius's eyes haunts him whenever he breathes. He doesnât want to give up on them, on him, not when heâs known what it's like to be given up on.
"I- You-" Sirius tries to find his words, frustration building up. The feeling of running away and never looking back is building up too.
"You donât love me. I donât let you." He drags a hand through his hair. "I know you think this is me and you like me, but itâs only what I let you see. Itâs not-" A spark of anger steams in Remus.
"Don't do that. Don't you dare dismiss my feelings and tell me how I feel. Do not doubt the way I burn for you. It hurts me," he finishes calmly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean it that way. I just don't think you see what I see, who I am, I'm sorry I-" This is new to Sirius, communicating so openly, the dam broke. Remus was in front of him, being the first person to cut himself open and put all of himself on the table for him. Sirius would bleed happily in front of Remus if it meant giving him a chance to keep him.
Remus just stares at him, "And who are you, Sirius? If not, the one in front of me. Who are you, if not the person I fell in love with?"
Sirius's voice cracked, âStop saying that, stop saying you love me when I know that if you'd see me as I am, youâd run away. " his tears and his eyes glistened.
Remus takes a step closer to him, eyebrows furrowed, trying to understand, "Who are you?" He asks once again because Remus has read Sirius like a book. Like a hardcover, he holds on his nightstand, his favorite book. He rereads it all over again from start to end.
"I'm mean, and I push everyone away, and I donât like a lot of people, not really,"
"I donât like a lot of people either, except you."
"Iâm broken. Thereâs something so wrong with me. I can feel it. Right here," Sirius pointed to his chest desperately. like he truly believed he was damaged. "I can't explain it, but I feel it deep down, in all my bones. And youâre going to wake up one day, and Iâll be in bed next to you, and you see that when Iâm sleeping, the pieces fall." Sirius gives up.
"Then let me hold them, Remus said softly, taking another step towards him. "Let me hold those pieces youâre so afraid of. Let me take the weight off you so you can sleep every night. Let me love you as you are. Good and bad, nightmares and dreams."
Sirius's tears stop running down his cheeks. Remus takes them between his hands. "If you think even for a second that I donât know you after all those years, youâre wrong." Sirius interrupts him abruptly. "I donât let you."
Remus matches his tone and pace. "You can fool whomever you want, but I see you, and Iâve stood by you day after day. I have loved you ever since you first looked at me, Sirius. " His body didnât seem so tense anymore.
Sirius's eyes mirrored the battle in his head." I'm complicated like a bunch of mushed letters. I don't even know myself," he whispers.
"Thank God I like crosswords then," he said softly.
"I donât think Iâll ever escape my past, " Sirius finds another reason. Sirius searched for another excuse not to let himself find happiness. If he found it, they would take it away from him. They always did, the ghosts of his past.
"Then let me be your future. Just say when, and Iâll continue to hold your hand." This time sirius comes closer, if that was even possible, he steps on the soft carpet, his body now pressed to Remus.
" Donât let me go, please," Remus felt his heart clench. Oh, his lovely boy. How could he not love him? "I love you too," he said, and Remus let out a breath he didnât know held in.
"You do ?"
"Of course I do, how could I not, Moony?" Their lips were so close now. And Remus wanted to feel them again, like a pattern to retrace.
"Thatâs why Iâm scared. I havenât loved anyone this much in my life so much that it consumes me whole, and Iâm scared. I donât want you to leave when you realize I might not be what you want, what you need."
"Sirius," he paused to make the other truly hear him.
"You are all I need," Remus whispered. Sirius sketched an uneasy but happy smile, letting the words settle in his brain. With that, their lips touched, and just like the first time they kissed under some random stairs at some random party. Just like every time they kissed, warmth was all around them.
They both pulled away breathlessly, completely immersed in the other, letting themselves bask in their confessions of love.
"Please be patient with me. Even when I run, when I push away, donât give up on me. Please let me have this." Sirius whispers the last sentence to someone else, to the angel guiding him. Remus nodded before picking him up and diving into him.
fin.
i canât cope iâm sending you my therapy bill miel
Please take it easy on me,
a wolfstar oneshot | hurt/comfort, wc: 1436
after years of running around their feelings and giving into their desires, they realize thereâs more to what they have. remus wants more, sirius doesnât know if heâs allowed to, the real him.
Sirius always laughed the most. His voice echoed in a room filled with people. His eyes shone from miles away. Sirius was the brightest star. Thatâs what he likes other people to see, not the mess behind his curls or the tears behind his eyes. Those stayed hidden, locked away from everyone, well, everyone except for Remus. He doesnât know that yet. He doesnât know Remus sees him whole. Bits and pieces he tries to swipe under the rug, Remus sees them all.
See now, Sirius thought, only showing other people what you want them to see will make others accept him, love him more. But he didnât know he would lose himself in the process. Because other people loving you for what you pretend to be is worse than not being loved at all, because the constant reminder of his inner voice saying "youâre fooling them all" is like a brain-eating cricket in his ear, and if that voice sometimes starts to sound like his mother, well, he chooses to ignore that.
Is this really him? Does he just put a mask on for everybody? Where does it end, and where does his face start? Even in his own room at night, he canât find the end of the veil to pull it off. Sirius realizes that one night. And, perhaps itâs for the best. Maybe he can lie to himself that heâs the person he tried to be his whole life.
Remus sees him whole; he adores and chooses to love all of him. One night, exasperated yells sound in the living room of Remus's apartment. This palpable thing between them that has been going on for such a long time is addressed, and Sirius pushes him away after Remus confesses.Â
"You canât, you canât say that. You donât know that," and Remus stares into his eyes right through him.
Sirius breaks in front of him because the man he loves so deeply poured his heart out, but Sirius has to remind himself. Itâs not him who he loves. Because Sirius stuffs down any 'negative' traits, his impulsivity, insecurity, and vulnerability. He shoves them down and drowns them in a bottomless pit, everything he considers not perfect. An ugly, bad habit he got from his childhood, at least he is aware of it. But at what cost, when he's lived for so long coping in this way, he can't find his way back to living as himself. So Remus is in love with the idea of him, never Sirius.
And so Sirius breaks. Itâs too late now.
"Donât say that if you donât mean it," he shrugs his shoulders, defeated. "You canât." Remusâs eyebrows furrowed, but Sirius is spiraling.
"I donât know ?" he asks, baffled. He doesnât back down because he knows Sirius. The late-night talks and midnight kisses. Every sleep in each other's embrace, the comfort between them. Holding hands and gravitating towards each other every day means something deeper, at least to Remus, they do. Years of friendship and then more years of something else between friends and lovers. And if Remus is nothing more than something Sirius can discard, then he wants to hear it loud and clear. If Remus is crazy, and it all means nothing, itâs all right, but the sadness in Sirius's eyes haunts him whenever he breathes. He doesnât want to give up on them, on him, not when heâs known what it's like to be given up on.
"I- You-" Sirius tries to find his words, frustration building up. The feeling of running away and never looking back is building up too.
"You donât love me. I donât let you." He drags a hand through his hair. "I know you think this is me and you like me, but itâs only what I let you see. Itâs not-" A spark of anger steams in Remus.
"Don't do that. Don't you dare dismiss my feelings and tell me how I feel. Do not doubt the way I burn for you. It hurts me," he finishes calmly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't- I didn't mean it that way. I just don't think you see what I see, who I am, I'm sorry I-" This is new to Sirius, communicating so openly, the dam broke. Remus was in front of him, being the first person to cut himself open and put all of himself on the table for him. Sirius would bleed happily in front of Remus if it meant giving him a chance to keep him.
Remus just stares at him, "And who are you, Sirius? If not, the one in front of me. Who are you, if not the person I fell in love with?"
Sirius's voice cracked, âStop saying that, stop saying you love me when I know that if you'd see me as I am, youâd run away. " his tears and his eyes glistened.
Remus takes a step closer to him, eyebrows furrowed, trying to understand, "Who are you?" He asks once again because Remus has read Sirius like a book. Like a hardcover, he holds on his nightstand, his favorite book. He rereads it all over again from start to end.
"I'm mean, and I push everyone away, and I donât like a lot of people, not really,"
"I donât like a lot of people either, except you."
"Iâm broken. Thereâs something so wrong with me. I can feel it. Right here," Sirius pointed to his chest desperately. like he truly believed he was damaged. "I can't explain it, but I feel it deep down, in all my bones. And youâre going to wake up one day, and Iâll be in bed next to you, and you see that when Iâm sleeping, the pieces fall." Sirius gives up.
"Then let me hold them, Remus said softly, taking another step towards him. "Let me hold those pieces youâre so afraid of. Let me take the weight off you so you can sleep every night. Let me love you as you are. Good and bad, nightmares and dreams."
Sirius's tears stop running down his cheeks. Remus takes them between his hands. "If you think even for a second that I donât know you after all those years, youâre wrong." Sirius interrupts him abruptly. "I donât let you."
Remus matches his tone and pace. "You can fool whomever you want, but I see you, and Iâve stood by you day after day. I have loved you ever since you first looked at me, Sirius. " His body didnât seem so tense anymore.
Sirius's eyes mirrored the battle in his head." I'm complicated like a bunch of mushed letters. I don't even know myself," he whispers.
"Thank God I like crosswords then," he said softly.
"I donât think Iâll ever escape my past, " Sirius finds another reason. Sirius searched for another excuse not to let himself find happiness. If he found it, they would take it away from him. They always did, the ghosts of his past.
"Then let me be your future. Just say when, and Iâll continue to hold your hand." This time sirius comes closer, if that was even possible, he steps on the soft carpet, his body now pressed to Remus.
" Donât let me go, please," Remus felt his heart clench. Oh, his lovely boy. How could he not love him? "I love you too," he said, and Remus let out a breath he didnât know held in.
"You do ?"
"Of course I do, how could I not, Moony?" Their lips were so close now. And Remus wanted to feel them again, like a pattern to retrace.
"Thatâs why Iâm scared. I havenât loved anyone this much in my life so much that it consumes me whole, and Iâm scared. I donât want you to leave when you realize I might not be what you want, what you need."
"Sirius," he paused to make the other truly hear him.
"You are all I need," Remus whispered. Sirius sketched an uneasy but happy smile, letting the words settle in his brain. With that, their lips touched, and just like the first time they kissed under some random stairs at some random party. Just like every time they kissed, warmth was all around them.
They both pulled away breathlessly, completely immersed in the other, letting themselves bask in their confessions of love.
"Please be patient with me. Even when I run, when I push away, donât give up on me. Please let me have this." Sirius whispers the last sentence to someone else, to the angel guiding him. Remus nodded before picking him up and diving into him.
fin.
ITS HERE!! i titled it: pretty voice, prettier face
i hope you like it its wolfstar remus pov :) got this idea from @starcroww !! thank you for letting me steal it <33
Another long night. Remusâ melatonin pills stopped working a while ago, so now it's another night of doomscrolling his tiktok feed in hopes he finds something to entertain him. He does this until his eyes start to feel heavy, usually around 4 am, just 3 hours before he has to get up for his shift at the library with Lily.
Finally his eyes start to droop and his hand feels heavy. But then he hears it, the most beautiful singing voice he's heard in a while, accompanied by what seems to be an acoustic guitar. His eyes are so heavy and his body is yearning for sleep but he can't resist the urge to open his eyes and put a face to the voice.
When he finally does, his jaw drops. The most beautiful face is shown to him and he cant help to let a squeal escape his mouth. @siriussings ,that's who's practically singing him to sleep right now. Immediately Remus scrolls through his page. The voice of Sirius filling his ears, and Sirius' face illuminating Remusâ in the dark room.
He scrolls for hours. He loses track of time and before he knows it his alarm is going off and he has to get up for work. Another day without sleep, but at this point he's used to it.
Getting up he feels his joints stiffening, begging him to get back into bed. Sitting on his bed, getting used to the soft pain which he knows will get worse later in the day he thinks about the man he spent 3 hours watching.
Remus starts his morning routine slowly, moving carefully between his room, the kitchen, drinking his morning tea and the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth.
It's now 7:45 and he has to leave for his shift. Remus goes back up the stairs towards his room and grabs his cane, its black and is engraved with his initials, R.J.L and the moon next to them on the bottom. Lily got it for him after she saw how much he struggled to walk on a daily basis. The two have been inseparable since Remus started working at The Book Garden last September. Lily knows everything about him and Remus knows everything about her, that's how they work. No secrets, no troubles.
He gets back downstairs and puts on his old brown converse that he's probably had for over 2 years at that point, the colours fading and there's holes all over each shoe but he can't seem to get himself to throw them out.
It's a brisk ten minute walk over to the Book Garden before he finally arrives.
Lily greets him at the desk like usual, noticing he looks like death reincarnated, but she's learned not to say anything.
The day starts off slow as its a monday, mondays are always slow. Much to Remus' luck.
He's distracted though, the irresistible face of the boy who sung Remus through the night replays in his head like a good movie.
Of course Lily notices. She sees everything.
âWhats got you in a trance?â Lily's voice snaps him back into reality, he didn't even notice he was daydreaming.
By now he knows not to lie to Lily, she'll find out eventually anyways.
âJust his boy I saw on tiktok last night.â He confesses to her.
Lily's face lights up instantly. Remus isn't one for dating and she knows that, so finally hearing that Remus has an interest in someone is like an early christmas present to her.
âShow me then you idiot,â Remus shakes his head instantly, he's already embarrassed enough
âCome on Remus please..â Lily looks up at him and clasps her hands together, dragging out the please, knowing he can't say no to her.
âFine, since you want to see him so badly here,â Remus unlocks his phone and hands it to her, with it already being open on Sirius' page, custody of his doomscrolling just a few hours before.
She scrolls for a minute before looking at Remus with that look in her eyes, the one where Remus knows she's about to suggest something absurd.
âMessage him.â She says finally
âAbsolutely not Lily, are you insane.â
âWhat could go wrong, Remus, I mean the worst that could happen is he doesnt reply. At least try it before you say no.â
He's too tired to argue with her right now so he reluctantly agrees, knowing she's right and the worst thing that could happen is he doesn't reply.
He types out a short message to him on instagram, which was linked to Sirusâ tiktok.
âHey, sorry if this is weird but I found your page last night and thought you were really beautiful.â
He shows Lily to confirm it's good before he presses send. Once he does he immediately closes the app and throws his phone on the counter, not daring to look at the message longer than he needs to.
The shift drags on for ages, Remus checks his phone for a reply every few minutes until he realises how desperate he looks and turns his phone off completely.
His shift ends and he's finally back home making lunch. He's not focusing on the world around him, lost in thought while he's waiting for his pasta to finish boiling.
He's brought back when he hears his phone buzz on the counter. Only then he remembers the message he sent to Sirius earlier that day and his stomach drops.
He picks up his phone, half hoping it is sirius that has messaged him back, and the other half hoping that it's Lily or his mum checking in on him.
The phone turns on and the notification reads:
@siriuslysirius has sent a new message.
His stomach drops down to his ass as he presses the notification, expecting a subtle rejection from the other boy.
He braces himself before he reads and much to his surprise the message says,
âHi Remus! I took a little look at your account and i have to say you are incredibly handsome ;)â
Of course he uses those silly emojis.
He types back instantly
âWhere are you located? I'd love to take you on a date sometimeâ
The message is read instantly and he sees those three dots come up on his screen.
âIâd love that! I'm in Yorkshire, what about you?â
Yorkshire.. That's where Remus lives too. Maybe luck is finally on his side for once in his life.
âThats where I live too! Would Saturday work for you? Around 2pm?â
âYeah that works perfectly! Cant wait pretty boy ;)â
Maroon rises up Remus' cheeks at the message, his heart beating faster than ever and a smile rising upon his lips. 5 days. 5 days and Remus goes on a date with the most charming boy he's ever met.
Those 5 days feel longer than they actually are. Remus is counting down the days like a lovesick school girl. Every shift with Lily he can't help but talk about what Sirius texted him the night before or what Sirius posted on tiktok. Sirius has become his whole world and he can't help but feel better than he ever has.
Saturday finally rolls around and Remus is on his way to meet Sirius. The flowers in his bag suddenly feel like a huge boulder dragging him down.
He starts to approach the park where they agreed to meet and there he sees him. âFuck, hes more beautiful in personâ Remus head spirals with thoughts on how ethereal the boy standing a mere 5 feet away from him is.
Siriusâ hair is in two neat braids on each side and hes wearing a beautiful, short, black satin slip dress with black heeled mary janes to match.
Their eyes meet and Remus freezes. He doesn't understand how he could miss someone so beautiful just walking around town.
Sirius walks up to him with a cheeky grin on his face,
âHi handsome, are you ready to go?â
Remus stumbles over his words, embarrassing himself, because how could he not when someone so beautiful is stood in front of his face.
âUh- yeah, yeah lets go, oh and these are for youâ he holds the flowers out to sirius and the shorter boy takes them before saying "They're beautiful, thank youâ
Remus smiles before saying âShould we get going then?â and holding his hand out, waiting for sirius to take it, which he does with no hesitation
âYou look absolutely beautiful today sirius, any special occasion?â Remus asks him while they walk, knowing he's the special occasion but he wants to hear Sirius himself say it.
âHm well there's a very handsome man taking me on a date today.â Sirius grins up at Remus and they both let out a short laugh.
After talking about how their days have gone so far and walking in a comfortable silence Sirius asks, âSo are you planning on telling me where you're taking me or are you going to kidnap me?â
âIts a surprise, gorgeous, you're just going to have to trust me on this one, okay?â
Remus smiles as he notices Sirius blushing and looking away at being called gorgeous.
They walk for about 15 minutes, conversation flowing naturally between books, songs, flowers and friends, as if they've known each other for ages.
They arrive outside an old building with a sign outside that says âArt exhibition opens February 7th- March 1st!â in bold colourful letters.
Sirius turns to look up at Remus, mouth slightly agape, âRemusâŚâ he pauses before continuing. âOh remus this is perfect, thank youâ
âAnything for you sirius. Should we go inside?â
Sirius instantly turns back around and starts pulling Remus towards the entrance.
Their tickets get scanned by the security waiting and they head towards each painting and sculpture, reading and talking about each one. What Sirius doesn't know is while he's looking at the art, the only art piece Remus is looking at is Sirius himself. He did start to catch on after Remus' third âyeah, what else?â while they were looking at their 3rd painting of the day.
As they walk towards the next Sirius turns around and says âAre you planning on looking at the art works or will you keep staring at me all day?â
âWell why would I need to look at art when the best one is right in front of me right now?â Remus replies with a sort of wonky grin splattered across his face.
The date carries on for hours, with them talking about every art work before moving on to the next, with filler conversations and talking about anything that comes to mind while taking a short break from walking.
Finally they make their way over to the exit of the building, hand in hand and Remus laughing at a stupid comment Sirius made.
They make it outside and turn to face each other,
âI had a lot of fun today remus, thank youâ Sirius says first
âYeah me too, you really are something special, you know?â
They both look at each other for a few seconds, eye to eye before Sirius starts to stand on his toes and leans into Remus. The taller boy does the same, except he bends down slightly to reach Sirius in the middle before their lips meet in a kiss. It starts slow, careful before turning into something more passionate. Sirius wraps his arms around Remus' neck and Remusâ hands hind their way to Sirius' waist.
They finally pull apart and both take a gasp for air before laughing.
âSo does that mean i get a second date?â Remus looks down at Sirius, hoping deep inside for a yes.
âYou better be already planning the third.â Sirius looks up at Remus before leaning in and giving him another quick peck on the lips.
âThank you again Remus, I had a lot of fun.â
âMe too, ill text you, okayâ
âYeah, that's more than okay.â
They look at each other one last time before embracing each other in a short hug and making their separate ways home.
Remus is on cloud nine and doesn't want it to end. He can still feel Sirius' lips on his as he puts two fingers to them, smiling and walking the rest of the way home.
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Prongsfoot, singer Sirius, dancer James au based off of Mielâs (ykcherries) tweet | wc: 4117 | Mature
Sirius was on his third headline tour, filling up arenas with sold out shows every night and putting his all into the performance. This was his biggest tour yet, his recent album had done phenomenally upon release and is still gaining traction. The nature of the album made him a hot topic in the industry, it seemed everyone had an opinion on him and his so called ânew eraâ where critics were essentially divided into two opinions: one, he was pushing boundaries and exploring human sexuality from a queer lense, or two, he was a slut. Sirius, if anything, took the âslutâ label with pride but besides that, his fans drowned out all the criticism and noise from people who had shit to say about him, and they were what made it all worth it.
So for his fans and their unconditional love and the support on his album, Sirius made this tours show a production. His team had hired him back up dancers, and found a wonderful choreographer by the name of Marlene, who knew exactly the vision Sirius had and didnât shy away from suggestive moves. Specifically during a song called âOne of Your Girlsâ which had him essentially giving one of the dancers a lap dance. Though by the end of the tour, that original choreography had evolved and was unrecognizable.
When Sirius met James Potterâone of the dancers his team hired for the tourâhe immediately took a liking to him. He was tall and built with curly black hair and gold wire rimmed glasses. But what really got Sirius was his smile, which made him weak in the knees and was the most contagious thing he'd ever seen. He was an incredible dancer Sirius came to find out, and he sure didnât mind watching the sweat glistening on his brown skin and highlighting his every move.
âYouâre drooling like a damn dog eyeing up a piece of meat.â Marlene would say at rehearsals when Sirius would take a break and watch the dancers rehearse.
To which heâd reply âwell if the shoe fits,â while watching James in awe, âId definitely let him call me a good boy, and shit, collars arenât really my thing but-â and Marlene would cut him off, disgusted look on her face while she made up new variations of the word âfagâ to mutter at him. Safe to say they became fast friends.
Sirius was immediately comfortable around James which made all the difference in his confidence doing some of the more salacious moves. They developed a dynamic of banter which quickly delved into flirting that continued to intensify throughout the tour. Both of them getting bolder in their moves on stage.
But it was also in the softer moments too. Those started when they were in Paris and Siriusâs outfit included a flowy button up made out of lace, with intricate patterns. Near the end of his show his nail got caught on one of the bell sleeves and broke, a large crack painfully high. Sirius was too wound with adrenaline to notice until the end of the show, where James and him walked backstage together.
âGive me your handâ James had said when they were in a space with light, and Sirius had complied without question, thinking back to the dog analogy. He lifted his hand and his first thought was how nice it felt in Jamesâ hand, but then his brain caught up as Sirius glanced at it, and low and behold there was blood everywhere. Sirius just stared at the mess with wide eyes, and now seeing the evidence of the wound, he suddenly started to feel the throbbing pain of it.
James pulled him through the backstage maze, hand still grasped in his as he took Sirius to the bathroom and began rinsing it. Sirius hissed at the contact, James muttering soft âsorry loveâs while he washed away the blood. Once Sirius could see the source of his bleeding he started laughing.
âOh my god I need a magnifying glass to see that and yet my arm feels like itâs going to fall off.â He felt ridiculous, but when he looked up at the mirror and saw Jamesâs smile as he shook his head like he was in disbelief at his antics, still focused on disinfecting the finger, his ridiculousness felt welcomed. After cleaning up his paper cut size wound, they made their way to Siriusâs dressing room.
âDo you have nail stuff with you?â James asked, before he left the room.
âYeah, at the hotelâ Sirius replied.
âOkay, bring those to my hotel room when youâre back and I'll fix that for you.â James said while he was slipping out the door, giving Sirius a disarming smile.
âOkay.â Sirius replied not thinking about how he was going to find Jamesâs room, or how he was going to âfixâ his broken nail.
But Sirius was a force to be reckoned with when he wanted something, and thatâs how he found himself standing outside Jamesâs hotel room, bag of nail supplies clutched under his arm while he knocked.
James opened the door with a wide smile, gesturing for Sirius to come in, and leading his into the room with a hand on the small of his back to a small table so short they both had to sit on the floor opposite to each other. They didnât say much, both tired from the show, but the silence was comfortable.
James took the bag from Sirius and began rummaging around in it, pulling out a clear base. He got up and grabbed a tea bag from the hotel's small coffee bar, and used cuticle scissors to cut a small square out of it. Sirius just watched him work, enjoying how adorable his concentrated face was.
James came and sat back down wordlessly holding out his hand for Sirius to place his in, and gently put the small paper over the break, taking the base coat and painting over top it. While he let that dry he examined the rest of Siriusâs nails and let out a tutting sound at the sight. Sirius felt exposed as he was looking at his torn up cuticles, an anxious habit he had from childhood which led his parents to cut his nails painfully short so heâd stop picking at them.
James wordlessly looked back in the bag and grabbed cotton balls and nail polish remover, and started to take off the chipped black polish carefully. Sirius didnât ask questions, something about James made him trust him inexplicably.
And thatâs how James Potter had ended up giving him a full manicure, even going so far as to paint little silver stars on his nails. Sirius looked at his hands in awe, and asked âwhere did you learn how to do this? I mean they look wonderful, even my cuticles look less angry.â
James gave him a small smile, âmy mom used to spend so much time on her nails, they were always perfectly done,â James started, âbut once her arthritis had started getting worse, the fine movements were too painful, so I learned how to do them for her.â
And of course heâs not only insanely hot, but a goddamn sweetheart too, Sirius was fucked. Sirius tried for his most sincere voice, âthatâs really sweet,â he said while smiling at him, âare you two close then?â
James nodded, âyeah, sheâs wonderful. Also a really big fan of yours,â he added on.
Sirius laughed, âyouâre kidding,â he said in disbelief, and after a few of James protests, he asked with a coy smile âwhat about you? Are you a big fan?â
James gave a sincere smile, âoh me? Of course I am, how else do you think my mom knows you?â and Sirius just looked at him with a face of disbelief.
That night they kept talking into the wee hours of the morning, when James fell asleep and Sirius quietly gathered his things and left, a goofy grin on face that he couldnât be bothered to feel embarrassed about.
Those nights became more frequent during the tour on the nights their schedules aligned, and they stayed up talking all night. They remained platonic but there was an unspoken tension there, casual touches that lingered a bit too long, eye contact that became a little too intense. And of course the constant flirting that managed to make them both flustered.
On stage however, that was a different story. The tension was palpable, tight strung and impossible to cut through. The audience began to catch on too, posting online about the two. Specifically a clip from a show in New York City, where James came up behind him on stage and pressed up against Siriusâs back. His hands started wandering, tracing the lines of his torso and waist, fingers snapping the thong strings peaking out of his pants, before trailing up his front, one hand resting on his stomach and the other sliding torturously slowly up to the base of his neck. James grabbed his neck and Siriusâs head fell back against James shoulder, all while singing or essentially moaning into the microphone.
But what the video didnât catch was the heat that burst through Siriusâs body at the slightest contact. How when he moved the microphone away from his face it was to hide the way his breath hitched, and the shaky exhale that followed. No one could tell that when James pressed into him, Sirius imperceptibly arched into the hard sensation against his ass.
And no one could hear how James had leaned in and said âso fucking stunning,â right in his ear, loud enough for Sirius to hear even with his in-ears, but not loud enough to be heard over the music. His breath hot on the side of his face, to say he had butterflies would be an understatement, it felt closer to a goddamn flock of birds. It was so easy to fall into the sensations and forget about the sold out arena of people watching him.
When he exited the stage, he found Marlene standing against the wall with her arms crossed, âcanât believe you just made me watch softcore, I want a refund.â
And Sirius just smiled so big, happy to see her as she hadnât been able to come to many shows, and hugged her tight. âOh hush you didnât even pay for tickets,â he joked.
âWhatever, but I donât remember choreographing that.â Marlene said sarcastically.
âNo, that would be our own brilliance.â Sirius replied with a cheeky grin. And he put his arm around her shoulder and led her toward his dressing room, changing and grabbing his stuff so they could go out for drinks.
By the last show of the tour, they were both ready to crack. Sirius was wearing tight leather shorts that barely covered his assâbut made it look great might he add. He had these black leather chaps over the shorts, pairing it with a rhinestone covered black vest, unbuttoned with nothing on under. He had glitter on his cheekbones and smoked out liner on his eyes making the gray pop. His curls had layed perfectly for that show which had Sirius thanking god or the spirit of fucking Freddie Mercury for, he didnât know but he was grateful.
While Sirius was waiting for his queue to go on, James came up behind him, arm sliding around his waist and leaned in to whisper, âyou look like walking sin,â he squeezed Siriusâs waist, âIâm going to have to do this show painfully hard because of those damn shorts.â Sirius looked up at him and gave a smug look, biting his lip to add the icing to the cake.
Jamesâs pupils widened as he watched, and he shook his head while a smile grew on his face. âYou smug bastard, youâre enjoying my misery arenât you,â James tone was playful until he moved closer and dropped his voice to that goddamn whisper that drove Sirius crazy and said, âyou can act as smug as you want, just donât pretend that I donât have the same effect on you love.â Sirius shivered against his will, he was quite shit at the smug act, what with how he folded like a goddamn lawn chair. But in his defense when he had a fine specimen like James Potter, saying shit like that to him, heâd argue that reaction is warranted.
As Siriusâs cue was called, he put in his in-ears and walked on stage, swaying his hips a bit more than usual before he looked back to a gawking James and blew him a kiss, which James then made a dramatic show of catching.
The energy in the arena that night was unlike any other show of the tour, and Sirius felt it in his bones, feeling on top of the world while he sang his heart out. James and Sirius continued their dance, literally and metaphorically, while making hungry eyes at each other whenever possible.
Sirius was wound tight by the time the last song came. His skin was buzzing as he walked over to the lone chair on stage, James watching every move from the side, waiting for his part. Sitting backwards on it, legs spread and back to the crowd. When the music started Sirius made an effort to keep eye contact with James, as he arched his back and ran his hand slowly over his ass. Sirius was lucky his shorts were as tight as they were, holding everything in place, but as soon as his hips rolled forward and pressure was put on the throbbing ache between his legs, his mouth fell open as his eyes closed, brows furrowed. The feeling was addictive and if not for the crowd's cheers, he wouldâve gotten lost in the sensation. He tried to play it off as intentional, locking eyes with James again, who at this point, looked like he wanted to devour Sirius.
Sirius stood up from the chair to dance around the stage and sing until the chorus, trying to get a grip on himself. He saw James walking towards the chair, and that motherfucker didnât have his shirt on. Sirius tried his very best to repress all his desire but James sure as hell wasnât making it easy.
James sat in the chair, legs spread wide and he eyed Sirius like a predator stalking his prey. Sirius walked up behind him, dragging a hand across his bare chest till he looked out to the crowd and shouted âmake some noise London!â into the microphone, smiling as the audience somehow got impossibly louder.
This part of the song was mostly back tracked, allowing Sirius to sing wherever he saw fit for the moment. Sirius moved to the side of the chair and he slowly squatted down, keeping burning eye contact, James hand meeting Sirius face, thumb running over his cheekbone as Sirius leaned into the touch all while Give me a call if you ever get lonely was playing in the background. James hand moved with the song, and when iâll be like one of your girls- was playing, James had a small smirk while his hand went from a gentle cradling to grabbing a fistful of hair, pulling Sirius up and leaning their foreheads together. That moment felt like an eternity, James hand in his hair, eyes focused on each other's lips as they shared the same air. James relinquished his grip and Sirius moved to stand between his legs, faces still close. And this part he sang, while slowly dropping to his knees, âsay what you want and I'll keep it a secret,â he sang as his knees met the stage. He leant his head to the side and rested it on Jamesâs thigh, looking up at him through his lashes and continued on, âyou get the key to my heart, and I need it.â Sirius may have dropped his eyes conveniently to Jamesâs crotch when he sang âitâ but thatâs between Sirius, James, and probably satan at this point.
James looked close to losing all restraint and the sight of Sirius on his knees in front of him, mouth so close to where he desperately needed it. Sirius stood back up, âgive me a call if you ever get desperate,â Sirius was singing while swinging a leg over Jamesâs and straddling him in the chair. I'll be like one of your girls playing as Sirius put his hands around Jamesâs neck and dropped down to his lap with an intentional roll of his hips, both of them gasping at the sensation, providing relief but stringing them taught with need.
James had pulled his hair back again, causing Siriusâs head to fall back and his neck to be bared. James started kissing along the skin and Sirius thought he mightâve ascended in that moment. If something as little as that made his body feel like an exploding firework, then boy, he didnât know how heâd survive anymore though he still wanted it all the same.
He found himself back on his knees on the stage, this time facing the crowd, looking back at James singing âEverybody wants you babyâ while James leaned forward and tucked a stand of Siriusâs hair behind his ear. But as the backtrack, and thousands of fans sang everybody James pushed Sirius forward so he landed on his hands, Jamesâs body following behind, bracketing him in his arms, and arm sliding around Siriusâs waist and as you should insure that waist played, James started rolling his hips down, and Sirius simultaneously up. Sirius doesnât know what came over him but that felt like the most natural thing for him to do. as he pressed back and found evidence that this was affecting James just as much as it was himself, he swore his vision went white and honest to god was worried heâd come in his shorts on stage.
Crisis was averted as James peeled himself off Sirius, much to Siriusâs disappointment however, and made his way off stage. He grabbed the chair with him, and walked backwards as long as he could just to keep staring.
Sirius smiled so big as he went back to performing the rest of the song, strutting around the stage, blowing kisses to the audience and singing with his full chest. As the song ended, so did the tour, and Sirius said his heartfelt thank youâs and with a dramatic bow and one last âI love you all so much!â yelled to the audience Sirius was off. Heâd have to process the emotions that came with this later, but right now he had one goal in mind.
He walked casually off stage, and as soon as the audience couldnât see him he practically sprinted to find James. Once he spotted that stupidly attractive face, Sirius marched over and grabbed James by the arm. He was truly a man on a mission.
âWhatâs going on Sirius?â James said as Sirius pulled him to his dressing room. âDid- did I cross a line?â he was saying as Sirius pulled him into the room, slammed the door shut and promptly jumped him, quieting his worries.
Sirius grabbed the back of Jamesâs head and pulled him down, into a searing kiss. James' hands immediately found purchase on his waist, a bruising grip and they both pulled away to catch their breath, meeting each other's eyes and smiling like fools before James grabbed the back of his thighs and lifted him, promptly turning and pushing Sirius into the door. Sirius smiled down at him after heâd wrapped his legs around his waist, one hand splayed on the back of his neck and the other gripping his hair. James kissed him hard, and Sirius pulled James' head back a bit so he could deepen the kiss. This was better than anything Siriusâs imagination came up with. Nothing could grasp how Jamesâs mouth felt on his, how he kissed like heâd eat Sirius whole if heâd let him. He couldnât imagine how James' hands, moving up his thighs and slipping his fingers under the impossibly tight shorts felt.
James used his new grip on Siriusâs ass to pull him impossibly closer, both of them rolling their hips into each other seeking friction, or any kind of relief. The second they made contact Sirius moaned immediately, louder than he think he every has. He threw his head back against the door as they continued to roll their hips together. James took this opportunity to kiss and bite and lick up the long expanse of his neck. The sting of his bites and the soothing sensation of his tongue was felt all the way in Siriusâs toes.
âFuck,â Sirius exhaled as James made a mark on his neck. âJames,â he practically whined but Sirius count not give less of fuck about how needy he sounded. He was that needy, and by the twitch Sirius felt from James as he said his name, he was just as needy as Sirius.
James gripped him tight and carried him over to the small couch in the room, sitting down so Sirius was straddling him on top. James looked up at him dazed, and Sirius scoffed, âwhose the smug bastard now,â before connecting their lips once more.
Sirius continued to grind his hips down, James meeting him half way with his own enthusiastic thrusts. Sirius was lost in the sensation, spikes of pleasure shooting throughout his body. Sirius broke the kiss and moaned and he sped up his pace, his forehead sweating as he leaned it against Jamesâs.
James moved his hands from their tangle in Siriusâs hair, sliding them down his body and gripping his waist hard. Sirius threw his head back at the feeling, and let out another moan (a whine really) as James used his grip to pull his hips down harder.
âGod, youâre unbelievable Sirius,â James groaned out. âSo fucking beautiful, and good lord that ass of yours. Perfection, it could stop wars or something of that nature, I donât know-â
âOh my god James shut up,â Sirius interrupted, rolling his eyes with a smile, as he went back to kissing him, though as they both got closer, the kisses became nothing more than messy opened mouth fumbling, a string of saliva connecting them.
They were panting into each other's mouths at this point, both so close, their hips losing rhythm and James increased the pressure a minuscule amount, but it was enough for Sirius to let out a cry, legs spasming as he came, jerky movements of his hips to work him through it.
The way Sirius looked while he grinded through his orgasm was enough to make James see stars as he followed suite, groaning and latching on Siriusâs neck, kissing and sucking and gasping.
When they were both spent and trying to catch their breaths, Sirius fell into James, resting his head on his shoulder while they came down from the high.
They laid their for awhile, James pressing sweet kisses in Siriusâs sweaty hair and running his hand up and down his back in a soothing gesture. Sirius thought he could die happy here, in his arms.
Their bubble of bliss started to pop as they became increasingly aware of the sticky mess in both their pants but Sirius did not want to get up.
âThe thought of you moving makes me want to die, but there are definitely people waiting for you, love.â James said softly. Sirius just lifted his head up, face completely fucked out and looked at James.
âFuck, youâre right.â Sirius said with a dramatic groan and dropped his forehead back against Jamesâs. He gave a soft laugh and put his hands on Siriusâs cheeks, thumbs rubbing at the makeup that must have run. Sirius stared at the focus in his brown eyes and couldnât help the soft smile that graced his face. Once James had seen his task as complete his thumbs stilled and he just looked at Sirius, head in his hands.
Sirius reached up, wrapping his hands around his wrists, and leaned in to kiss him. This kiss was gentle, and slow, and filled with everything unsaid between them. Sirius pulled back, making to stand on shaky legs but pressing another quick kiss to his mouth.
Sirius changed into comfier clothes and grabbed his bag. James walked to the door, before Sirius stopped and looked up at James, âIâll text you my address? I'm going straight home tonight after I finish up here, if you want to come over.â Sirius asked, almost shyly.
James just smiled even bigger and kissed Sirius again, âIâd love that.â
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