Sirius Was Birthed
Babe
There's something tragic about you
Something so magic about you
Don't you agree?
On his 17th birthday, Sirius doesn’t wake up to screaming like he has the past several years. Instead, he wakes up to a gentle kiss in his boyfriend's bed, surrounded by Remus, his scent, his body, Remus “Happy birthday sweetheart” this is already panning out to be his best birthday yet.
“Do I get birthday sex?” He hums with delight and nuzzles himself into his chest, he kisses one of the scars running across it
“Yes,” Remus gives him a peck “but not right now, our annoying friends are about to jump into the bed, your little brother included”
“I hate them, why do we even have friends?” Remus laughs against his neck and he’s in heaven. It isn’t two full seconds later that James and Peter hop onto them screaming happy birthday.
“Happy birthday” Regulus adds soberly, standing off to the side with a judgmental expression at the other rowdy boys.
“Thank you. Now give me my gifts!”
“Open mine first” Ursa says propped against the door
“How did you get in here?” they have plenty of locking and protecting spells, mostly for pranking reasons but still, she shouldn’t be able to just stroll in easily like she seems to keep doing.
“I walked.” she sits down on the edge of the bed “Happy birthday, now open my gift” she holds out a fancy package. Sirius snatches it greedily and tears into it.
“A dog collar?” it’s made of coarse red polyester, he glares at her “very funny.”
“No, wait, you’re missing the best part, look, it’s engraved” she shows it to him and sure thing, there’s Remus’ contact information on one side and James’ on the other “Get it? Cause you’re their little pet” she beams at him
“Yes, I get it” he snaps, not finding it nearly as amusing as the other traitors who are snickering and laughing “Moony, stop laughing” he whines and Remus does his best to apologize and keep a straight face “You know what? Joke’s on you, I love it” he sticks his tongue out at her and she pouts “Moonshine, can you put it on?” Remus chuckles brush against the nape of his neck as he does as he’s asked and Sirius can’t even be mad “How do I look?” He turns to look at Remus with a flick of his hair and a flutter of long lashes. The red fabric, harsh and unrefined, clashes against his pale, delicate skin. Remus’ laughter immediately dies on his lips, his eyes darken and his humor is replaced by the most intense look he’s ever seen on him. Remus runs his fingers over the dog tag and gives it a little tug
“Oh, I’m gonna throw up” Regulus gags at the sight of them and dives for the toilet
“You ruined my gift, Lupin!” she scowls at him with almost as much disgust as her twin. She fetches him and they flee the room with the same brother-induced nausea.
“Are you really into the dog collar?” Sirius raises his eyebrows at him, mouth parted in surprise and smile frozen at the corners of his lips
“Apparently?” he breathes out in a weak voice and Sirius beams, even as their friends deflate with laughter
“I’m never taking it off then” he pecks Remus lips over and over again, Remus lets him do it with a smile
“You can take it off when we go to class” he happens to care about his grades thank you very much, he really doesn’t need the distraction
“Nah-uh, I like to watch you suffer” he scrapes his teeth against his skin and soothes it with a kiss
“I think this is our queue to leave” Peter tries to shut the curtains but James opens them right back up
“Wait, he hasn’t opened our gifts yet!”
“Later,” he waves him off and Remus’ hands brush his sides, sending heat and electricity through his body “I want to open Remus first”
“I wanna see what Moony got you too!” James ignores him and seats at the feet of the bed, moving the set of intertwined limbs out of the way “Is it something romantic?”
“He’s talking about Moony’s cock” Peter pinches the bridge of his nose
“Oh, I don’t wanna see that” James’ scrunches up his face and Peter chuckles
“You sure I hear it’s a very nice cock” Peter teases because he tried to avoid this situation but now that he’s been forced into it anyways he might as well have some fun with it
“It is, delicious, but I wasn’t actually talking about his cock,” Sirius corrects him “I was talking about his a—”
“Sirius, hush” Remus tugs on his collar and Sirius does as he’s told, his mouth suddenly raspy and dry “Good boy” he purrs and a wave of heat floods over his whole body
“Yeap, we’re leaving, I’m going, I want no part in any of this— not that I don’t support you and your—” Peter cuts off James’ supportive rumbling by simply yanking him away and everyone seems grateful for it “we’ll just give you our gifts after breakfast, have fun!”
“Oh, we will” Remus’ eyes don’t stray from Sirius, he looks like he wants to eat him and Sirius hopes he does.
Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword
At breakfast the girls ask where the birthday boy is and the response is “Remus is giving him his birthday present”
“Technically, I think they’re just enjoying Ursa’s gift” James hums
“What?!” three sets of eyes wip to him in horror
“Please don’t phrase it like that” Regulus pushes back his plate, that’s his appetite gone
“Yes, if she hears you she might cut off your tongue or something”
“Isn’t she your girlfriend?” Lily frowns at him
“Trouble in paradise?” Mary seems delighted by this, even if he’d seen the two girls getting along rather well lately, he thought she was easing on her prejudice against her. Very rightfully funded prejudice, very correct prejudice, not that she knows that.
“I knew it! I haven’t seen your tongue in a while”
“Oh, I’m gonna throw up” Regulus looks rather pale, James wraps him up in his arms instantly, sweetly kissing his cheek
“Yes, you couldn’t keep your hands off her and now—”
“It’s not that,” Regulus shoots Peter a look that says he’s the one who should probably be convincing people he’s madly in love with Ursa “she’s just been going through something. She’s good at pretending she’s okay, but I guess she doesn’t have to with him”
“Oh,” the girls deflate, regretting their earlier words and excitement
“She still sees my tongue in private” Peter offers to applicate Regulus but he only shoots him a disgusted scowl in response, but he guess he did just mention his sister’s tongue, so maybe he’s simply grossed out instead of mad. Hopefully.
Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door
Sirius' birthday is grand, nothing less than he deserves. Remus even kisses him in the middle of the great hall. He’s floating on air, there’s not a single person that hasn’t wished him a happy birthday today. Actually, there’s one, Kingsley, but that’s because he hates him and every single other marauder.
James ends up beating Sirius in a push up contest Peter may or may not have spurred on but not even that sours his mood. Especially not when Remus distracts him with kisses, in front of everyone, like he’s proud to show everyone how much he loves him.
It’s deep into the night that Remus tries to warm up his own arms and Sirius scrambles up to his dorm for one of Remus’ sweaters –the one that smells of Sirius because he’s been wearing it– because he’s a gentlemen. His boyfriend waits for him downstairs, drunk and amused, not even given enough time to deny him, waiting to kiss him again. Sirius pictures Remus’ curls tousled from putting on the sweater and kissing Sirius softly right after for being such a good boy—such a good boyfriend
“What are you doing here?” he blinks and shakes his thoughts away when he finds Ursa at the edge of his bed, skimming through Peter’s sketchbook; he won’t like that.
“Oh good, you’re here” she rips a page and tosses the sketchbook to the side. Peter will definitely not like that
“What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you. That wasn’t your real present” she wrinkles her nose at the dog collar still secured around his neck with a fresh bruises from all the tugging on it throughout the day “even if you seem to have enjoyed it” she cringes, he’s tainted it, he was definitely not meant to enjoy it this much, she should’ve known though “this is your real gift” she hands over a present, silver and charcoal packaging “Don’t shake it” she says just as he’s about to rattle it
“I wasn’t going to shake it,” he scoffs and she rolls her eyes. He sits up and undoes the silver ribbon and opens the box to reveal two tiny vials “Pepper up potions?”
“No, you genius— they’re not even the same color”
“I couldn’t see their colors from this angle!” he snaps back “and I’m drunk”
“Whatever.” another eyeroll “This is veritaserum and this is its antidote” she points to each of them accordingly
“What use would I ever have for this?! I’m not going to spike someone with veritaserum!”
“Can you calm down? It’s not for you, it’s for me.”
“What?” he’s too confused to even get mad or happy or— what is he supposed to be feeling?
“You feel guilty that I hurt your friend just to hurt you, so my gift to you is to fix it, to make him stop hurting”
“Huh?”
“Just tell Peter to come here, and go back to your party”
“Fine!” he snaps and she rolls her eyes at him yet again. He’s too drunk to think through it beyond make Peter stop hurting. He complies and she kicks him out of his own dorm. He decides it’s his birthday and he won’t let his sister ruin it. He finds his brother talking with Pandora and decides to bother him instead.
Peter is too drunk for morality to stop him from doing what Ursa’s offering. He isn’t sure he would’ve even if he wasn’t drunk. The thought that James won’t like it crosses his mind, the thought that he probably shouldn’t want to do this, but he makes the choice to ignore it “Fine.” He agrees to stick only to their pre-planned questions and she takes the serum “where did you go two nights ago?”
“Forbidden forest.” she answers in an instant and then glares at him “What happened to the pre-planned questions we just agreed on?”
“Needed to see if it works” he gets the impulse to match her usual smug smirk so she knows how it feels, but he just shrugs instead
“Fine. And to answer those: no, I didn’t know Marlene was going to reject you, alright? I didn’t even know she was gay. I’m not masterminding your pain or however you called it and I have no intention— nor have I ever had any intentions— of dating your sister, fake nor real. I lied. Can we go back to pretending we like each other? I didn't realize your feelings were so frail, I really didn't think you'd make it this big of a deal, my bad"
"Oh, fuck off, that's worse than saying I'm sorry if you got upset"
"I'm not sorry you got upset, I wanted to make you upset, what I'm sorry is you got very upset"
"You know what? Forget it. Let's pretend it never happen, just— from now on, don't lie"
"I'll have to take the antidote if you want me to agree to that"
"Just—" he presses his lips into a thin line, he doesn’t even know what he wants, what he’s asking "don't pretend to be nice, I'll put up with you but don't make me think we'll be friends"
"Fine, can we move on now?"
"Hold up, one more thing"
"What?"
"I was right, you'd taken that class before, hadn't you? At least Flitwick's on wandless magic, that's how you know how to summon your wand and the flower thing"
"I learnt 'the flower thing' from Kreacher before I ever even came to Hogwarts"
"Humble brag" he scoffs and she rolls her eyes "and the wand?"
"I jumped"
"You jumped?" He frowns at her
"Yeap"
"Jumped where?"
"Down"
"Down from where?"
"The astronomy tower" she says through a glare and clenched teeth. He furrows his brows but then it smoothes out and his mouth drops
"Please tell me you didn't jump off the astronomy tower without your wand" he says it far too calmly
"Alright, hand me that" she nods to the antidote
"You did? You did!" He groans and drops his head into his hands "Are you insane?! You could've died!"
"That was kind of the point" she says nonchalant “told you, strong emotions power magic, speedily plummeting to the ground and imminent death will get you there”
"That is psychotic." He blinks and she shrugs "And kinda hot" he admits begrudgingly. When it comes to Ursa Black he always seems to end up going back to those two things "but mostly psychotic." he repeats, mostly as a reminder to himself. For all her posturing, maybe she is just as impulsive as her older brother. Can it really be… "you know, that's actually a very Gryffindor thing to do" the veritaserum stops her from denying it but she doesn't need words, her glare does all the speaking for her.
"Does it mean we're good now?"
"Fine, I guess" she downs the antidote and rinses her mouth in the sink, angrily brooding the entire time "maybe you're more alike with your brother than I thought" she gasps in shocked horror and he chuckles
"I happen to have brain thank you very much"
"Jumping off the astronomy tower doesn't sound like someone with a brain would do" he teases
"It is if you’re trying to end it,” she smiles sadly “I was trying to kill myself but I guess my survival instinct was stronger"
"Fuck," the smile vanishes off his face "I'm so sorry, I didn't— I thought— I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—" a smirk traces itself across her lips "you're lying, aren't you?"
"Maybe I am, Maybe I'm not, who are you to tell?"
"I thought we agreed—"
"You said I should be myself"
"I'm already regretting it" he sighs and holds the door open for her
“That’s smart of you— actually, that’s being too generous, maybe just not actively moronic”
“Hey, I beat you at chess, didn’t I?” he reminds her
"Did you now?" She asks with a smirk and quirked brow
"No” his smug smile drops “Please don't tell me that was you manipulating me"
"Nah," she chuckles "I am gonna beat you one day though, so try not to die too soon"
"How thoughtful." He deadpans and she smiles "come on, let's play chess, you've had the upper hand on me far too long for one night"
"You're on. But first we need to pretend like we’re in love, don’t think I didn’t realize the way girls look at you since I gave you the stamp of approval”
“What?”
“Oh, come on, people started looking your way after the makeover but the thirsting started only after I made them think you’re good enough to date moi”
“Oh, is that what you think? You think highly of yourself, don’t you?” he gasps, he knows no one spared him a second glance whenever he stood next to the other three marauders –like they provided a safety invisibility cloak– and sure, maybe the invisibility cloak isn’t as strong anymore, but that’s because he’s in the Quidditch team now and the other three are taken, no longer single and available and — although as far as everyone knows he isn’t available either, and he did noticed some girls flirting with him after the makeover and maybe some girls and queer folks seem more eager to study with him recently and—
“you should stop doubting what I say, it’ll save you some time”
“Don’t you lie, like, all the time?”
“Yeah, but I can also talk you into believing any lie I want, so just take my word for it and save us both some time please, it’ll also be easier for your selfesteem if you didn’t spend too much time and brainpower buying bullshit” she says and he snorts with laughter
“Are we supposed to be friends now?” he’s only half teasing but she sighs and drops her smile
“You asked for the truth, so here's the truth,” she steps closer to him but he doesn’t back down “No. There is nothing good in me. And do not get attached to me because I will break your heart, even those I love I break” she says and there’s that storm in her eyes again, brought to life with a snap. He lets the breath out of his lungs and realizes he hasn’t breathed since she stepped closer to him and he needs to shatter the tension hovering in the air or he won’t be able to breath again because can’t stop staring at what those fucking charcoal eyes are doing and he needs to look away, he needs them to stop doing that, he needs to stop being intrigued by them, he needs to stop wondering, he needs to stop wanting to know
“Sorry love, already love being attached to your lips” her eyes stop doing that but they do something even more erupting instead, they fucking sparkle as she laughs
“Come on then, pet” she holds out her hand for him, the other grabs the handle and she guides his arms around her waist as they head down the flight of stairs. He grasps her hand when they reach the bottom and tugs her around. He kisses her, there’s an excuse and he’s missed kissing someone –he’d gotten used to it and it was nice– and her lips are soft and plump. She kisses him back the way she hasn’t in so long and he’s missed feeling someone’s warmth, someone’s body. He presses her against the wall and she bites him, she flees the lip with a smirk. Her eyes twinkle and she spins them around. She pins him against the wall and conquers back control. He lets her take it. He lets her guide his hands, his touches, and he gets to touch, to feel, to want.
Babe
There's something broken about this
But I might be hoping about this
Oh, what a sin
To the strand a picnic plan for you and me
A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree