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Assistant: Title: Godlight
        Author: Badhairred Badhairred 
        Chapter: 20/35 
        Summary: “Not everything is about winning, Reggie,” Sirius sighs.
  “It’s Formula One, of course, it’s all about winning. What else is there to live for?” Regulus replies.
Or, James and Regulus are teammates for Formula One team Andretti and Remus and Sirius are teammates for Formula One team Black-Hill. They battle for the championship and have to navigate their feelings, all while living in the spotlight.
            
            Albert Park Street Circuit - Australia
        Contents: Chapter 20: Flower On My Skin
    

    

        
          
          
            Summer break - Monaco
          
        

      
        
          Hello all,As I said in the end notes of the last chapter, the summer break chapter(s) would be a little different because I can't really stick to my normal format of all four POV's in one chapter. SO HERE WE ARE.
            
            (See the end of the chapter for  more notes.)
            
      
  

  
  
    
    
  With sweat rolling down his back, Sirius sets down his beach bag on the stones of the Monaco docks. He looks past the large yachts all lined up perfectly and people working meticulously to get onto the water on this sweltering hot day. 
 
  “On aurait quand même pu aller courir avant de venir.” 
  
    (We still could have gone for a run first), 
  
  Regulus complains as he comes to stand next to his brother. Sirius looks at him, the sunglasses firmly on his nose and the sweat already gathering at the nape of his neck and down his temples. 
 
  “Non, t’es déjà à deux doigts d’une insolation, on est en vacances et tu devrais pas laisser ce que mère dit t’atteindre. C’est pas important là.” 
  
    (No, you are already overheating, we’re on break and you shouldn’t let Mother’s words get to you. It’s not important right now) 
  
  Sirius sighs, done with having the same argument again. Regulus scowls and the resemblance to the sneer their mother seems to have as her default expression is so great Sirius feels a sting in his chest. 
 
  One week was all it took, and Sirius was glad he dragged Regulus back with him to Monaco after. He doesn’t know what would have happened if Regulus had returned to his flat in Paris. He hadn’t dared bring James up all week, knowing the mansion has ears and everything he says might be held against Regulus at some point, but it had been so difficult. 
 
  “Ca l’est si je veux gagner, et peut être que tu devrais–” 
  
    (It is if I want to win, and you should maybe–)
  
 
  “Y’a pas que gagner dans la vie, Reggie.” 
  
    (Not everything is about winning, Reggie.)
  
   Sirius sighs in irritation, snapping at Regulus with pain in his voice.
 
  “C’est la Formule Un, bien sûr que gagner c’est tout ce qui compte. Qu’est-ce qu’il peut y avoir de plus important dans la vie?” 
  
    (It’s Formula One, of course, it’s all about winning. What else is there to live for?)
  
 
  Sirius might believe in divine intervention when the moment Regulus has said the words a shout is heard from one of the yachts and Sirius sees his brother melt at the spot. It’s almost comical, the way Regulus’ mouth almost falls open when James comes into view, shouting something at the marina staff who help release the ropes from the bollards. He is shirtless –because, of course, he is– and Sirius can almost see the drool coming from Regulus’ mouth. It’s so gross, but if a shirtless James is the solution to get Regulus out of the Black-family-induced haze he is in, Sirius will look away for the day. 
 
  Sirius doesn’t say anything and just walks up to the yacht quickly. Waving up at James who finally spots them standing on the docks. His eyes widen and he quickly scrambles to get down from the main deck, stepping onto the stern to greet the two Frenchmen. 
 
  “Fres,” James breathes out as he regards Regulus carefully. “I thought you might not be coming anymore.” 
 
  “I’m here,” Regulus says, his voice strained and Sirius looks between the two men, suppressing the need to roll his eyes as he pushes his sunglasses into his hair. 
 
  “Hello to you too,” Sirius quips, throwing his bag at James who catches it barely in time before it would have fallen between the boat and the dock, straight into the water. 
 
  “Oh, yeah, hi mate,” James quickly responds and Sirius throws his hands in the air indignantly. 
 
  “This is what I am reduced to now, the audacity.” He doesn’t even wait for James to react as he steps onto the swimming platform to make his way further onto the boat, ready to claim the best sunbed. He looks over his shoulder to find James’ grateful smile directed at him. Sirius nods with a wink and climbs onto the yacht where he finds Dorcas and Marlene at the bow readying the hammock for when they are anchored. 
 
  “Hello, ladies,” he smirks, leaning his hand on Marlene’s head. “Ready for a day of swimming and doing absolutely nothing?” 
 
  “Why do I get stressed the second you use that tone?” Dorcas winces, pinching Sirius’ side so he jumps up and she can take his place but wrapping an arm around the small blonde woman instead of using her head as an armrest.
 
  Sirius gasps, putting a hand through his hair after removing his glasses. “I never give you stress.” 
 
  Dorcas gives him a look, and Sirius smiles around the glasses he put in his mouth so he has his hands free to tie his hair up into a bun. It’s only ten in the morning but the sun is already taking its toll and he should probably start smothering himself in sunscreen or surrender to start identifying himself as a lobster for the rest of the week.  
 
  “I mean it Black, I’m on vacation, I don’t want any emails, notifications or even a carrier pigeon about your behaviour, or else…” Dorcas scolds, pointing at Sirius with two fingers like a gun before pulling her hands up as if she is going to shoot him. 
 
  “Do you condemn that Marls? She would kill me!” 
 
  “Rightfully so,” Marlene reacts, kissing Dorcas’ cheek with a bright smile and Sirius flails his arms dramatically but can’t stop the smile blooming on his face from the display of affection. The two look good together and he is so happy they are happy. 
 
  “I’ll help bury the body.” 
 
  Sirius whips his head around to find the tall Dutchman belonging to the voice leaning against the railing, sunglasses hiding his eyes but the smile on his face telling him he is being teased already. His heart flutters and he would like nothing more than to run up to the man, throw him overboard and devour him whole in the water. 
 
  He has missed the easy tone of Remus’ voice and he is happy the mirth has returned to the man, in contrast to the tearstained face he had seen last time they were together. It looks like the week at home has done wonders for Remus’ mood and resulted in something way more positive than Sirius’ week with 
  
    his
  
   family. 
 
  “How you wound me, mon grand,” Sirius clicks his tongue, finally satisfied with his bun and putting his glasses back on. Walking over to the man Sirius is highly aware of how visible they are, the marina is busy, let alone their friends standing right beside them, but with his back turned and obscuring part of Remus behind his own body he dares to wink at the man and take his lip between his teeth before slowly letting go. “Had a good week away then?” He asks nonchalantly coming to stand next to Remus. 
 
  The tongue shooting out to wet his lips and the lipring that is blinding Sirius with the reflection of the sun tells Sirius enough. 
  
    This is going to be a good day
  
  . 
 
  They move to the main deck where Regulus is just getting onto the boat with James’ help. There is still tension in his shoulder but Sirius is in awe of how fast regulus’ mood has shifted. Not ten minutes before Regulus had been rigid and wound up, now he is smiling softly as he greets Remus and follows James to the bridge. 
 
  The rest of them settle on the lounge chairs and wait for James to start driving. The wind blowing past them as they fly over the waves is amazing and Sirius undoes the bun he so meticulously made a minute before to let his hair fly free. 
 
  “Is that a thing now?” Dorcas asks all of a sudden. The roar of the engine almost drowns out the sound and the question isn’t meant for Sirius but he looks as the words reach him and finds Dorcas squinting up at the bridge where James is showing Regulus how he drives the vessel. James is standing behind Regulus, while he is pointing out something and his brother is just looking at James with no care about his surroundings. 
 
  Remus shares a look with Sirius, who also seems to have noticed and Marlene who finds his eyes with a questioning look and raised brow. 
  
    The idiots, honestly
  
  . 
 
  “Nah, they’re just friends. James taught me how to drive the boat the same way, it’s easier like that,” Sirius quickly answers before Marlene can get in trouble, needing to choose to lie to her partner or spill her friend's secret. 
 
  Dorcas turns to Sirius with a raised brow and a look that tells him she doesn’t believe a word coming from his mouth. When Sirius wants to further the lie to protect James from exposing his idiotic @rs@, Remus’ knee bumps against his and he bites his tongue quickly. 
 
  He looks down at the knee, finding the scar he had seen the first time Remus had gotten naked in front of him. It’s more prominent now against Remus’ tanned skin and Sirius is itching to touch it, kiss it, apologise over again. 
 
  Pushing back against it a little Remus finally looks at him and seems to read the question in his eyes. He bites on the lipring, before looking away and shifting so his knee isn’t touching Sirius anymore. They haven’t talked about any of it, the crash, the scars, Remus’ recovering period and Sirius wonders –not for the first time– why. The old feeling of rejection and exclusion comes over him and he gets up to go join James and Regulus on the bridge, not being able to stay seated. 
 
  “You are a bunch of idiots, you know that right,” Sirius grins, pushing away the feelings of dread about Remus and focusing on teasing the two people he loves most in life, as he slings his arms over James’ shoulders from behind. “Dorcas saw you.” 
 
  Regulus moves aside immediately and James goes stiff. “Sh@t, I forgot she doesn’t know.” 
 
  There is a silence for a second in which Sirius tries to hold his tongue but when Regulus and James only exchange glances –James apologetic and Regulus irritated– Sirius sighs, stepping between them. “If there is anyone you don't have to worry about it’s Dorcas.” 
 
  “No, it’s not–” Regulus wants to object but Sirius shushes him with his hand. 
 
  “I’m not starting anything Fourmi, just, be careful or tell her,” Sirius dictates, coming to stand next to James and taking over the wheel. “I’ll drive the last bit.” 
 
  James nods and takes Regulus’ hand. They whisper at each other, fierce and heated, exchanging words Sirius doesn’t want to listen to. He looks out over the water pondering about his own predicaments while navigating the boat over the sea. 
 
  For how nice the weather is, it’s remarkably quiet on the water. There are a few smaller boats around but not as many as one would expect and when Sirius anchors the yacht in the small bay next to the large bay of La Mala they are completely alone. 
 
  Sirius looks down at the main deck where Marlene, Remus and James are chatting, lowering the swimming platform to access the water more easily. Dorcas and Regulus aren’t anywhere to be seen, so they’re probably inside the boat talking. Sirius smiles at the thought of his younger brother taking his advice. 
 
  “Ready?” he yells down when the trio stands upright again. James gives him a thumbs up and Sirius puts his sunglasses on the dashboard, before taking off his shirt and jumping into the water with a graceful dive. 
 
  The cool sea greets him after a few seconds of flight and he feels his heated skin cool down immediately. It’s heaven and the silence of the water around him is a welcoming calm Sirius didn’t know he was craving. 
 
  Until the sound of a big splash is audible next to him and Sirius comes up for air, looking at the grinning face of James next to him. 
 
  “I will happily indulge your fantasies James, but you don’t have to literally jump me,” Sirius muses, treating water to stay afloat as he splashes a big wave at James. 
 
  “Sorry, mate, the only Black I’m jumping–”
 
  Sirius doesn’t wait for James to finish but attacks his shoulders, pushing him under the surface with strength that surprises even him. James comes back up, gasping for air and chortling.
 
  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, mercy!” The Spaniard cries out when Sirius goes to drag him under once more. Instead, he turns and starts swimming to the back of the boat, kicking a little too hard, making the water spat so high James gets another faceful. “Sirius, can you–” 
 
  “Can’t hear you, James, the water is too loud!” he yells, kicking even harder when he reaches the platform and only his legs are still in the water. 
 
  James faces the onslaught of water heroically and takes hold of Sirius’ offensive ankles, dragging him back into the water and pushing himself up to the platform. “Truce?” 
 
  Sirius grabs the offered hand and pulls, making James fall forward once again. “Yes, from now,” he laughs as they are both diving in the water again. James laughs too and he turns to float on his back lazily. 
 
  “How are you doing, Sirius?” 
 
  The question comes a little out of nowhere and Sirius turns his head away from James, closing his eyes so he doesn’t get blinded by the sun while he also comes to float on his back. “Why are you asking?” 
 
  “Why aren’t you answering?” James quips back and– well, touché. 
 
  Sirius sighs and shrugs, remembering James can’t see it and voices his indifference. “I don’t know, fine I guess.” 
 
  “That’s not the answer I want,” James scolds. “What’s up?”
 
  Sirius wants to laugh because a better question would be: What 
  
    isn’t 
  
  up? Sirius makes a noncommittal sound and flails his legs, creating small waves between James and him. “Can’t say,” he mutters at last.
 
  James stays quiet for a moment while Sirius feels the sunburn on his face. He could stay in the water forever, drown out the sounds of the world as the water washes over him like a comforting blanket. 
 
  “Okay, mate,” James finally answers, his voice closer than Sirius thought he was. He can feel the kick of James’ feet in the waves it makes and Sirius revises his previous thought; he can stay here forever, no sounds, just the water and sun and his best friend. “Just know I’m here whenever you can.”
 
  “Thanks, James.” The silence returns for a moment, in which Sirius feels the weight of his secrets like a stone dragging him down. He wants to tell James everything like he always does, but it isn’t only his to tell and he should talk to Remus first. The sight of the scar pops up in his mind and a sigh leaves his lips as he remembers he has a lot to talk about with Remus first. All in good time. 
 
  “Bet I swim faster than you,” Sirius muses, already turning on his front to start a mighty crawl back to the boat. 
 
  “Not fair, you had a head start,” James laughs as Sirius is back on the boat first. They find Remus and Regulus lounging on the sunbeds, sunglasses obscuring their eyes but Sirius just 
  
    knows
  
   they have been watching. The snoops. 
 
  “You know James, I think these two can use some cooling off,” Sirius grins, walking up to Regulus first. 
 
  “How great minds think alike,” James smiles and nods as he comes to hang over Regulus’ face, shaking out his hair and making droplets fall on his face. “Let’s go for a swim, Fres.”
 
  “James, I swear to all deities I will end you,” he says so calmly even Sirius feels a chill roll over his back. 
 
  But James seems to be unaffected as he takes the book Regulus had not been reading from his hands, as well as his sunglasses off his nose and places them next to the bed. “Sirius, his legs please?” 
 
  “Sirius Orion Black,” Regulus yells, his calm facade slipping as Sirius’ cold hands wrap around the small ankles, lifting his legs while James has his arms under his armpits. “You let me go right now, or–”
 
  The rest of the sentence gets lost in the laughter of the other two men who hoist the younger one up and throw him off the swimming deck. Regulus goes under with a big splash and the two turn around looking at Remus who has already sat up. “If I go willingly will I be spared of any other antics all day?” he asks with a heavy sigh and Sirius grins as broadly as James. 
 
  “Have fun!” James laughs, jumping into the water after Regulus while Sirius comes to sit in front of Remus. 
 
  “Can you maybe put sunblock on me first, I’m already burning and red isn’t a good look on me,” Sirius asks, grabbing the bottle that stands behind Remus on the floor. 
 
  “Are you propositioning me, Black?” Remus grins, grabbing onto the back of Sirius’ knees and dragging him closer. 
 
  “I am not,” Sirius says sternly, turning around so his back is to Remus. 
 
  He feels a towel dry his back before large hands start rubbing the sunblock into his skin. They glide over his shoulders and even part of his arms. When Remus reaches his neck he pinches softly and asks; “Is something bothering you?” his voice hesitantly as if he doubted asking the question in the first place. 
 
  Sirius sighs and looks over his shoulder to face the man, not caring about the sunblock. He takes hold of Remus’ glasses and lifts them into his curls like Sirius always does to himself. The amber eyes are searching, worry clear in them. “Your scar.” 
 
  Remus leans back instantly, gaze hardening and eyes turning cold as he narrows them. “My scars are bothering you?” He asks with a bite in his voice. He looks down to his knee fleetingly and Sirius moves to cover the thing with his hand. 
 
  “No, no, of course not, that came out wrong,” he rushes to explain. “I just mean that we haven’t really talked about– Wait scars? Plural?” Sirius asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. 
 
  Remus’ eyes soften and he sighs, covering Sirius’ hand with his own. “Sirius, I told you–” 
 
  “Yes, you forgave me, I know,” Sirius says quickly, “I just mean I know next to nothing about how it was for you.” He watches how Remus looks at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity. “I would like to know, to understand.” 
 
  The words remind him of a heated conversation they had weeks ago and worries the choice of words is a bad one when Remus stands from the bed after a moment of silence. “Remus, I didn’t–”
 
  “No, don’t worry, you’re right,” Remus says, his voice strained but he sits down again, his back now turned to Sirius. “It’s just– I never really want to think let alone talk about it. It was a scary time. I didn’t know what was going to happen. If I would ever be able to walk again,” Remus swallows and looks over his shoulder, reaching for Sirius’ hand again. He gives it immediately, offering the support Remus needs to talk about the most terrifying time in his life. 
 
  “And when that happened I wondered–” he sighs with a weak smile, “I hoped, I could get back into the car, keep doing what I love so much, pick up my career.” 
 
  “Well, you did,” Sirius smiles and watches as Remus turns away and grabs the back of his shirt. 
 
  “Yeah, after another surgery and therapy for the mental block, I did,” Remus mutters as he pulls the shirt off his back. “You asked about the scars. One is on my knee, but the others are here.” 
 
  Sirius’ mouth falls open. 
 
  On Remus’ back, there are no scars. Or, yes, there are but they are all covered with the most intricate artwork Sirius has seen. The first time he had glimpsed Remus’ back he had seen the bottom of the ink, and it had gotten him curious. The night in his shower Sirius had been too occupied with other things to pay attention to Remus’ back but now, in front of his eyes like this? 
 
  He can’t name what he is seeing. There are all sorts of geometrical shapes and lines, connecting and going in all directions from Remus’ spine where at the top there is a bleeding moon. The lines form shapes of abstract flowers, a tree and animals all over Remus’ back. 
 
  “I didn’t want you to see it before. I thought– I don’t know, maybe the scars are still ugly or–”
 
  With the smallest movement, Sirius leans forward and kisses the top of Remus’ spine, in the middle of the moon. “This is amazing, Remus.” 
 
  “You’re not mad?” 
 
  Sirius grabs Remus’ shoulders, making him turn his head, kissing him full on the mouth. Remus freezes for a second, going still in Sirius’ grasp but quickly melts and lets the man engulf him with his warmth. They are at a strange angle, Sirius’ hands are probably still cold from the water and anyone could see them but he doesn’t care. He needs to tell Remus how special he is and how grateful Sirius is that Remus has shown him and words don’t feel like they could do the job. 
 
  “Why would I be mad,” Sirius asks, genuinely confused when they break apart. “If anything you should be mad at me, I did that to you.” 
 
  A slash of pain crosses Remus’ face and he turns around fully, swinging his legs over the bed to look at Sirius. “You didn’t.”
 
  “Feels like it sometimes,” Sirius mutters, looking at their entwined hands. 
 
  Remus sighs. “That is my fault. I was just so wrapped up in my anger, but really,” Remus squeezes his hands, making Sirius look up. “None of it is your fault, 
  
    lieverd.
  
  ” 
 
  Sirius takes a moment to let those words sink in. 
  
    How far they have come
  
  . 
 
  He smiles up at Remus and looks around, making sure they are alone this time before he climbs into Remus’ lap. Strong arms encircle him and Sirius sinks into the heat of Remus’ body. “What does that mean?” 
 
  “What?” Remus asks, rubbing circles into the skin of Sirius’ waist. 
 
  “Lieverd,” Sirius says, repeating the word as best as he can but butchering it disastrously. 
 
  Remus laughs loudly, letting his head fall against Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius slaps his head mockingly and Remus shakes it in reaction. “Sorry, sorry, that was just too adorable.”
 
  “I’m not adorable,” Sirius says with a pout, trying to push Remus away but he holds on even stronger. 
 
  “Yes, you are,” he chuckles, kissing his nose. “
  
    Lieverd
  
  .” 
 
  “You say it better anyway,” Sirius shrugs, relenting to Remus’ advances and kissing his cheek. He feels a whole lot better than the first time he was ready to jump into the water. He gets up from Remus’ lap, making the taller man pull a sad face. “Come on, big boy, we’re swimming.” 
 
  “I like ‘
  
    mon grand
  
  ’ better,” Remus tells him in a perfect French pronunciation. 
 
  Sirius throws a wicked smile behind him as he walks to the port of the boat. “I knew you came to love that nickname.” 
 
  “Hush you, your ego doesn’t need any more boosting,” Remus tells him, before picking him up bridal style as if Sirius weighs nothing and jumping from the boat. They go under together –Sirius closes his mouth just in time before it fills with water after he yells– and when they get back up Remus is still holding Sirius tightly. 
 
  “It can mean a lot of things,” Remus tells him as he keeps them afloat by kicking his feet. “If I were to translate it I would say it means sweetheart.” 
 
  “Oh.” Sirius lets out a breath, not knowing what to say to that while his heart starts making somersaults and his stomach is invaded by a zoo worth of animals. He wraps his arms tighter around Remus’ neck to snog him properly, filthy and with all the feeling that is singing in his blood while the yacht obscures them from prying eyes. 
  
  Remus doesn’t remember who had the idea to start karaoke on a yacht but it is honestly the funniest thing he has ever seen. Marlene and Dorcas are singing their hearts out, giving a performance of Bohemian Rhapsody that Remus can only appreciate. He loves Queen and where Marlene lacks severely in vocal skills she makes up in showmanship. Dorcas carries the vocals but with the amount of alcohol they have already consumed no one cares about the occasional discordant. 
 
  Sirius is next to him almost singing just as loud as the girls themselves and Regulus has his phone in hand, filming the whole ordeal while James just comes back from the gally with freshly filled glasses. It’s summer and they are free, they’re allowed to have fun. 
 
  The week at his mother’s had given Remus a lot of clarity about a lot of things and Remus feels like he can take on the rest of the season with the courage he was lacking at the end of the first half. 
 
  The embarrassment he expected to feel about his meltdown in Sirius’ arms didn’t come and that told him more than words could have told him. He has gone from hating Sirius to trusting him so well that he dared to show the man his scars, something he had never thought to do. 
 
  Even with the coverup the surgical scars are ugly and Remus doesn’t like having them on display. Sirius had assured him the scars were barely even visible and the ones that were, he had kissed more than once, not even complaining about the salt lingering on his skin. His shirt is back on now but he is glad to have shared this part of him with the man.
 
  The others start hollering and clapping, making Remus awaken from his daydream and join the praise for their friends. 
 
  “Thank you, thank you,” Marlene bows and drops the mic in James’ lap. “Potter, go sing your love song.” 
 
  “His what now?” Sirius choked on his sip of wine, making the others laugh, even Regulus whose face had gone beet-red at the insinuation. 
 
  “Haven’t you seen the interview, Black?” Marlene elaborates as James readies the song with a grin on his face. 
 
  “I don’t have to watch my brother make eyes at my bestfriend on a screen, thank you,” Sirius shudders and Remus flicks his pointer finger from his thumb against his head. 
 
  “Behave,” he scolds the Frenchman. “It was very professional.”
 
  “Mhm, that’s why Lily had to drag us into a room and scold us for a good ten minutes afterwards,” James grins, turning back to the group. They all laugh, including Dorcas who has been informed about the situationship happening between Regulus and James and now pokes Regulus in his waist, making him squirm. 
 
  “That was not my fault, he–” Regulus tries to defend but the song starts playing and the girls shriek in delight while James smiles broadly and points at Regulus as he starts singing. 
 
  
    “We were both young when I first saw you,”
  
   James sings with complete conviction, walking up to Regulus. The younger man lives up to his nickname turning the deepest shade of red as he tries to hide behind his hands and slide down in his seat. 
 
  Remus laughs just as loud as the girls as both Black brothers look like they want to jump back into the sea and not emerge for a good while. “
  
    S
  
  
    ee the lights, see the party, the ball gowns,”
  
   James continues, twirling like he got a dress on as he comes to stand behind Regulus. 
 
  
    “See you make your way through the crowd and say, ‘Hello’.”
  
   The way James says hello makes Remus’ stomach turn nauseous and he can only imagine how Sirius is feeling, hiding his face behind Remus’ back. 
 
  “Make it stop, Remus, please,” Sirius begs him just when James stretches his hand and pulls Regulus off his seat, making him turn under his arm and kneel in front of the man as he keeps singing. 
 
  “I think your brother is getting proposed to,” Remus snickers, moving away so Sirius has to face the scene in front of him. The girls have joined James in singing the chorus so loud Regulus’ protest is drowned and James’ voice is only one of three who serenades Sirius’ brother. 
 
  “Is it too late to revoke my blessing?” Sirius asks with a serious face. “I can’t take this.” 
 
  “Baby, just say ‘yes’,” Remus muses to Sirius and the Frenchman looks horror-stricken, making Remus laugh even louder than he already was. His stomach is going to hurt soon if Sirius doesn’t fix the expression on his face. 
 
  “You know this?” 
 
  “Of course, who doesn’t?” Remus admits, having no shame about it whatsoever. Sirius seems to think differently about that and hides his face in his hands again with a loud groan.
 
  James makes eye contact with Remus and in a nonverbal agreement, the two have made the plan. Remus quickly gets up and takes the seat next to Dorcas where Regulus had previously been. “Remus, what–” 
 
  Sirius doesn’t get to ask before Regulus is deposited next to him and James can address both men at the same time while Remus, Marlene and Dorcas look at the whole scene from the sidelines. Marlene is howling with laughter while Dorcas is the one with her phone up right now. 
 
  James jumps and sings, getting back up from the trio in the last chorus and makes the best air guitar performance Remus has ever seen. The two men on the other sunbed are both dissolved into puddles. Regulus from pure shame and melted by the way James is serenading him, the attention –even from such a small group– too much to deal with and Sirius has let himself fall backwards, face to the starry sky and muttering to himself that it’s not happening. 
 
  With a sad face, James walks back to the middle of the ‘stage’ and lets his shoulders hang as he sings the bridge.
  
     “My faith in you was fading,” 
  
  he almost whines, stretching his hand to Regulus who has given himself over to the antics and just rolls his eyes with a small smile.
 
  James crawls forward and Remus can hear Dorcas mutter. “I’m gonna pee my pants,” which makes the three of them laugh through James’ very serious rendition of the song. 
 
  
    “Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone,” 
  
  James sings, placing his hand in Regulus’ lap. He moves to one knee again, taking Regulus’ hand and keeping eye contact as he sings the rest of the song.
  
     “He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, "Marry me, Regulus–”
  
 
  The rest of the sentence disappears into thin air when James gets silenced by Regulus kissing him, in front of everyone, full on the lips. Remus’ eyes widen as the girls shriek loudly and Sirius makes a gagging sound, flying out of his seat and coming to dramatically drape himself over Remus’ lap. “No, no, no, non, 
  
    pas moyen
  
  ,” he cries, scr@w@ng his eyes shut. Taylor fades out in the background and Remus watches the two men break apart, one flushed and wide-eyed, the other slack-jawed and sweating. 
 
  Remus wants to guide the others away to give the two more privacy, feeling so happy for both of them. He hopes they have figured out this whole thing by now because if Remus had to describe love the scene in front of him would be what he would paint. 
 
  Sirius seems to think differently about that and springs up clapping his hands. “That was the most mortifying thing in my life, anyone want more wine?” He has already disappeared inside before anyone can react and Remus chuckles, getting up from his seat. 
 
  He smiles at Regulus in passing. “I’ll keep him occupied,” he tells the flushed man who looks confused for a second before shaking it off and nodding gratefully. He takes James’ hand in his and disappears to the front of the boat. 
 
  Inside Sirius isn’t in the gally, like Remus expects him to be but he is just sitting on the indoor lounge set. “Why did you flee the crime scene?” Remus muses sitting down next to Sirius casually. 
 
  Sirius stays silent for a moment and Remus feels more trepidation than he should over such a light-hearted question. He slings his arm over the couch, opening up in an invitation Sirius is free to take if he wants to. 
 
  “They just looked so…” Sirius makes a hand gesture and Remus chuckles at the movement. 
 
  “In love?” 
 
  “Please don’t say it,” Sirius groans, laying himself against Remus’ chest. Automatically, the Dutchman lets his hand find Sirius’ black curls, his fingers gliding through the salty, tangled mess. 
 
  “Isn’t it a good thing?” Remus asks carefully, trying to defend his best friend and make his brother see the positive in the situation. He didn’t have to be afraid, it seems when Sirius sighs and nods. 
 
  “Yeah, it’s not the in love itself. It’s just that–” Sirius cuts himself off, sitting up and clearing his vision by blinking a few times. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not a conversation I want to have now,” he decides and swings his leg over Remus’ thighs to straddle him. 
 
  Remus would be the biggest hypocrite to make Sirius talk about something he doesn’t want to, but Remus really wants to push the issue. He doesn’t. His hands come around Sirius as he glances to the left, but Dorcas and Marlene have disappeared and Remus deems it safe enough to take Sirius’ @rs@ in his hands. 
 
  “What kind of conversation do you want to have then?” 
 
  Sirius grins and bows down to bite Remus’ neck. “The one without words.” 
 
  “Lieverd, I would like nothing more right now, believe me, but your brother and best friend are only a wall away and the things I want to do to you can’t be done on this small couch,” Remus muses, barring his neck in contrast to his words.
 
  He can feel Sirius stir against him and to his surprise, he gets off his lap immediately. There is one heartbeat and Sirius is gone. Remus blinks in confusion and adjusts his half-hard erection before he stands as well and follows Sirius outside where he finds Dorcas and Marlene climbing out of the water. 
 
  “Where is–”
 
  Dorcas points. “Captain has haste all of a sudden.” 
 
  Remus follows her finger and sees Sirius indeed standing at the helm. He is already busy lifting the anchor and shouts something down at James, who shouts back but doesn’t come into view when the engine starts. 
 
  Remus grins and goes to help the girls lift the swimming platform before Sirius takes off. 
 
  They crash through the door of Remus’ apartment, hands already wandering and lips firmly locked. Remus would suggest the shower again if Sirius wasn’t already palming him through his shorts. He had looked so capable and in control, driving the yacht back to the marina. It had still taken almost an hour for them to get home and Remus is desperate to have the man in his bed.  
 
  “F@ck, come here,” Remus mutters against Sirius’ lips which won't let go long enough for him to get a full sentence out. He tugs the man closer to him and lets the fire roar in his veins. He had been looking at a half-naked Sirius all day, and can’t keep his hands to himself any longer. 
 
  There are a million things Remus wants to do with and to the man, having done some research in his free time. He thinks he gets the gist of it and hopefully, Sirius will be vocal about his likes and dislikes, he is vocal about everything else so that should be no problem. 
 
  Their tongues dance around each other in a perfect rhythm of heat, want and care. Remus starts walking them through the hallway, eternally grateful he chose the closest room to the front door as his bedroom. His back connects with the door and he fumbles for the handle at the same time as Sirius finds it. 
 
  The combined force makes the door almost fly out of its hinges when it opens. There is a bang when it connects with the wall and something falls down the shelf on the wall. Sirius looks over Remus’ shoulder with a sheepish grin. “Whoops, 
  
    pardon
  
  .” 
 
  “Don’t care,” Remus shrugs, taking Sirius’ cheeks in his hands to kiss him once more while pushing him into the room and falling onto his kingsize bed. 
 
  “So careless with your possessions,” Sirius clicks his tongue, as he rolls them over, straddling Remus and sitting perfectly on his c@ck. The roundness of his @rs@ grinding against him and Remus can’t hold back the groan when Sirius moves roughly and looks at him down his nose with the devilish grin Remus has come to associate with 
  
    trouble
  
  , in the best sense of the word. “Are you going to be that careless with me?” 
 
  “You’re not my possession,” Remus answers, sitting up to take Sirius’ shirt off him, throwing it across the room and latching onto Sirius’ neck with his mouth and teeth, sucking just hard enough to not make the skin turn colour but to make Sirius gasp loudly.
 
  “Maybe not, but you can throw me around all you want,” Sirius groans when Remus sucks just a little too hard, getting carried away by the intoxicating taste of Sirius’ skin under the faint layer of salt.
 
  “Yeah?” Remus muses, emerging from Sirius’ neck to look into the gleaming silver eyes. He grabs Sirius firmly and stands from the bed, placing the man on his feet. He has to tilt his head up to hold Remus’ gaze and his hair falls freely over his shoulders and back. Grabbing a fist full of the black locks Remus pulls firm to make Sirius tilt his head even further and press closer to his body. “Gonna tell me to use you again?” 
 
  Remus fears for a second he has brought up a topic he shouldn’t when he sees something flash behind Sirius’ eyes but the smaller man just moans, closing his eyes and pushing himself up against Remus. “What if I do, would you?” 
 
  It’s almost a plea and Remus takes the invitation by bringing his lips down on Sirius’ again, sucking his lip into his mouth to bite it softly. 
 
  It hadn’t taken a lot to discover Sirius likes s@x dirty. The shower might have cleaned them last time but the things they did were far from sanitary. Remus opens his eyes to look down at the man, admiring the determined way with which Sirius goes after what he wants and feeling incredibly lucky it’s 
  
    him
  
   he wants. The nervousness in his stomach is purely a want to do 
  
    well
  
  . He tries ignoring it as he leans back a little. 
 
  With a tug on Sirius’ hair, he makes the man tilt his head back in the perfect position to kiss him feather-light, lips barely brushing before he creates a minuscule gap between them and whispering; “Strip.” 
 
  The shudder that travels through Sirius’ body gives Remus a major confidence boost and he grins. Maybe he will be good at this. The silver eyes stay glued to him while Sirius obeys the command, ridding himself of his shoes, socks and shorts. When he reaches for his boxers Remus grabs his hands. “No, that’s my job.” 
 
  “Sorry,” Sirius apologises with a grin. 
 
  Remus shakes his head, turning Sirius to pull him against him, back against Remus’ chest. Sirius is facing the window, dark and showing their reflection clearly. Remus brushes Sirius’ long hair to the left, laying it over his shoulder and planting a wet kiss on the exposed shoulder. “You are so handsome,” he mutters against Sirius’ skin, kissing further up to his neck and grazing his ear with his teeth. “So f@ck@ng irresistible.” 
 
  Sirius groans under the praise and the flush forming on his neck makes Remus smile hungrily. Letting his head fall back against Remus’ shoulder Sirius closes his eyes again and throws his arm back to take hold of Remus’ neck. 
 
  This won’t do and Remus makes a disapproving sound. “Uhu, look at yourself, Sirius. Look how perfect you look under my touch.” 
 
  With his hands, Remus accentuates Sirius’ body, making him look at himself in the mirror. Sirius’ breathing picks up as his gaze zeros in on Remus’ hands gliding over his shoulders, chest, waist, hips and come to the front where Remus can feel and witness the arousal in Sirius’ boxers. 
 
  “Remus, you’re teasing me,” Sirius moans, biting his lip while pushing his c@ck more into Remus’ hand. 
 
  “Maybe, but I like it when you turn into this mess,” Remus grins, lowering the boxers and freeing Sirius who gasps at the sudden sensation. “If I can turn you into it.” His teeth find Sirius’ other shoulder, switching the hair from the side and dragging his teeth up to his jugular vein while also wrapping one hand around Sirius’ c@ck and pinching his nipple with the other.  
 
  “If you were planning to f@ck me you shouldn’t–” 
 
  Remus moves his hand from Sirius’ nipple to his mouth, covering it firmly while he moves his hands. “What do you want me to do?”
 
  The hand disappears for a moment so Sirius can answer him while Remus keeps working his c@ck slowly. “Anything, everything,” Sirius sighs, trying to turn around but Remus keeps him in place, pumping harshly a few times, making Sirius gasp and breathe heavily. He needs the man to be specific, voice his needs, so Remus can fulfill every one of them. 
 
  He wants to ruin Sirius, devour him whole in the most intense way, but he wants to 
  
    give
  
  , wants to give to the man he admires so, who he has been thinking about for 
  
    months
  
  , the man who turned his world upside down more than once. 
 
  “Be specific, Sirius. I want to give you the pleasure you deserve.” 
 
  “I want to do the same,” Sirius argues, trying again to turn around, succeeding this time and removing Remus’ shirt just as the rest of his clothing quickly while he kisses every inch of exposed skin. “I want to look my fill, feel you everywhere,” he looks up from under his lashes as he gives Remus a mighty shove. 
 
  There is no trying to keep standing and Remus falls back, his body sinking into the mattress, Sirius standing over him gesturing for Remus to move. He shuffles up the bed and drags Sirius down with him. Every inch of their skin connected Remus can feel his heart beat against Sirius’, which is going just as fast. 
 
  “Are you nervous?” Sirius asks, having read Remus’ thoughts. 
 
  “Yes,” Remus admits, looking at Sirius earnestly, his hands following the lines of his waist. “But I’m with you, so I know it’ll be amazing. I trust you.” 
 
  The smile that comes on Sirius’ face is brighter than any celestial body Remus can think of right now and he is happy to close his eyes when the man kisses him to not be blinded. 
 
  They kiss, touch and take everything slow step by even slower step. Sirius lands on his back, with Remus kissing his way down his torso with such meticulous precision not a centimetre of his trail is placed wrong.
 
  “Mark me,” Sirius stutters out when Remus is kneeling between Sirius’ thighs. They are spread and his weeping hard-on is full on display. Remus knows only one way to adhere to Sirius’ request and sucks a bruise into the sensitive skin of his thigh. This seems to be exactly what the man wants because Sirius grabs onto his hair and guides Remus’ head to the other side while muttering French obscenities Remus doesn’t have the brain capacity for to translate right now. 
 
  “Sh@t, 
  
    mon grand
  
  , can you, have you ever–” Sirius words trail off and Remus looks up at him from between his legs. 
 
  “Sirius, until a few weeks ago I couldn’t even voice my desire to do any of this with a man, let alone face the fact that I wanted 
  
    you
  
   like this,” Remus stars seriously, “everything I do is probably for the first time, but please never feel like you can’t ask for what you want because of what I might think of it.” He bites down on Sirius' leg again, mirroring the bruise on the other side. “What do you need, Sirius?”
 
  “Your fingers, can you finger me? F@ck, I need to feel you.” 
 
  The question comes out in a gasp and Remus grins when Sirius voices his needs so clearly, feeling excited and majorly aroused by the want in Sirius’ expression. “Tell me what you like, Sirius.” Remus tells him before adding; “And pass me the lube, left drawer.” 
 
  Sirius scrambles for the bottle and Remus coats his fingers, trying to move in the right way. There are two times Sirius instructs and makes Remus adjust but not before long Remus is hitting the right spots and he is confident enough in his ability to make Sirius feel good as the man pants his name over and over. 
 
  “Merde, Remus, right there, yes,” Sirius moans when Remus curls his fingers a certain way that seems to make Sirius go crazy. He can only grin, feeling intensely proud about his achievement when Sirius starts muttering he needs more. 
 
  “Remus, I can’t– I want to– 
  
    f@ck
  
  , Okay come here,” he groans, as he arches off the bed, pushing into Remus’ hand even more before dragging him up by the shoulders. His fingers slip out and he doesn’t know what Sirius means before he is pushed on his back and Sirius' mouth is around him all of a sudden. 
 
  Even without any stimulant, Remus had stayed hard, feeling aroused only by watching Sirius f@ck himself onto his fingers and he doesn’t need the oral to get hard again but he welcomes it gladly because Sirius Black’s mouth is something to write poems about. 
 
  “Sirius, I swear that mouth of yours–” Remus voices the sentiment and bucks his hips to work his length down Sirius’ throat even further. Looking down he finds Sirius looking at him, grinning around his d@ck, hair swept to one side and drool on his chin from the effort he is putting into taking all of Remus. “
  
    Jezus Christus
  
  , mijn god, dat is–” Remus doesn’t know what he is saying while watching Sirius watch 
  
    him
  
   sucking him off. It’s too much. 
 
  His hand shoots out and tangles in Sirius’ hair pulling him off. “I don’t want to come from your mouth,” Remus whispers against Sirius’ lips. 
 
  The Frenchman sits himself down right over Remus’ crotch before taking his face in his hands and kissing Remus deeply. The taste of himself on Sirius' tongue does things to his mind it shouldn’t and he almost spins out of control. He grabs onto Sirius’ waist, intending to turn them around so he can get started at taking the man apart properly. 
 
  But Sirius seems to have another idea. He plants his knees into the mattress and lifts himself up on his knees, holding a condom in front of Remus’ eyes. “Want to do it yourself?”
 
  Remus’ mouth goes slack as he looks from Sirius to the condom to his own proud standing c@ck. “You want to–” 
 
  “Ride you into tomorrow? Yes,” Sirius smiles 
  
    that 
  
  smile and Remus takes the condom from him in a daze. His mind has exited his body, gone into outer space as he watches how Sirius steadies himself, hands on his chest, while Remus holds himself up for Sirius to lower his body over Remus’ c@ck so smoothly as if he is made to sit there. Like a king on a throne, throwing his head back and biting his lip with closed eyes, Sirius sits himself down fully. 
 “Sh@t, I knew you’re big, but, bordel, Remus,” Sirius pants out as he stills to let himself adjust.  
  Remus isn’t even able to answer anything mildly coherent, let alone something s@xy or illustrious. His whole bad-boy facade goes up in smoke as he looks up at the man, hair even more of a mess, lip bit raw and his eyes foggy with the intensity of the feeling of their bodies connecting. 
 
  Sirius laughs, bowing forward and biting Remus’ lower lip. “You’re staring, 
  
    mon homme
  
  .” 
 
  “You’re exceptional,” is all Remus can choke out as he moves his hands to Sirius’ hips carefully, steadying the man. He could honestly stay there, not move, do nothing, and Remus would be finding his climax soon. He is a vision of pure delight and when he starts moving Remus’ mouth opens even further in a silent, long-stretched moan. 
 
  “Oh, 
  
    oui
  
  , f@ck, Re–” Sirius moans when he has pushed up and sunken back down. “
  
    Merde
  
  , you feel amazing.” 
 
  “You have no idea how gorgeous you look like this,” Remus gasps, squeezing his hands, maybe a little too tight but he can’t care about the eventual bruises he is leaving. He just has to hold Sirius as tightly as he can while the man moves in a deliciously slow rhythm. 
 
  “Yeah,” Sirius gasps, grinning down as he sits back and f@cks himself onto Remus’ c@ck a little faster. “I hope as good as you look getting ridden.”
 
  “F@ck@ng hell, Sirius, you should not say stuff like that,” Remus complains, pain in his voice as he stops the ball of nerves in his spine expanding too quickly. He can’t have this end, he wants to drag the moment out as long as he can manage. 
 
  “Grip me harder, Remus, come on,” Sirius demands, planting his hands back on Remus’ chest and leaning forward a little so he can quicken his pace. “I want to see the bruises bloom when I wake up in your arms.” 
 
  “Anything,” Remus mutters, digging his fingers into Sirius’ skin as he requested, guiding his rapid movement. The sounds of skin slamming on skin are taking over the room, mixed with their panting and the many muttered praises and profanities. 
 
  The sensation of his pleasure growing, together with the deep-rooted feelings he has for the man riding his c@ck right now make Remus feel delirious and he is sent into orbit from the intensity of it all. “Oh, Sirius, f@ck I can’t– can’t–”
 
  “F@ck me, Remus,” Sirius demands, falling forward and taking hold of Remus’ head, burying it in the crook of his neck as he grabs his own c@ck with his free hand. Remus pushes himself into Sirius with all the might he can still muster from his body while biting Sirius’ collarbone fiercely. He slams himself into Sirius with not a single ounce of grace, his pure power and 
  
    need
  
  . His right hand shifts from Sirius’ hip, to take over the uncontrolled movements of the smaller hand. 
 
  Sirius cries out in ecstasy, digging his nails into Remus’ shoulders as he comes undone. Remus’ hand gets covered in come, but he doesn’t care. He actually marvels at the glorious feeling of Sirius’ release on him that 
  
    he
  
   caused. It’s enough to make him find his own release as he slams Sirius down on his hips to bury himself as deep as he can. With Sirius’ name on his tongue and his mouth agape, he reaches his climax. 
 
  Sirius collapses, resting his full weight on Remus’ chest and the man-turned-pillow can’t even complain about it. He slides out of Sirius and doesn’t even have the strength to think about cleaning up right now. With soft caresses he glides his hand through Sirius’ hair, murmuring sweet nothings coming alive on his tongue from the post-coital haze. 
 
  Sirius shifts and finds the will to take the condom from Remus, tying it off and flinging it in the general direction of the trashcan in the corner of the room. They hear the rustle of the plastic trashcan bag and Remus looks up with surprise. “Did you actually bin it?” 
 
  “The surprise,” Sirius mutters amused, “I'll have you know, I have a stellar aim.”
 
  Remus can only laugh as he reaches for a tissue from his supply drawer. He feels Sirius shift against him and a leg comes to entangle with his own. After cleaning his hand he looks down at Sirius’ legs, seeing the marks he left there. With trepidation, he looks Sirius’ body over and feels his cheeks flush with shame as he sees the number of bruises sporting Sirius’ always flawless skin. “I got a bit carried away I think, sorry, Lieverd.”
 
  “No, no sorry,” Sirius scolds, not even looking up at Remus but just settling against his chest again. “I wanted you to.” 
 
  “They’ll be visible for a while,” Remus argues, pressing his thumb against one of the bruises on Sirius’ collarbone.
 
  “Good, I want the reminder of this,” Sirius states clearly. There is something in his tone Remus can’t fully place and it makes him feel anxious as he turns his head to look at the man next to him. Sirius is looking at the ceiling, his eyes flitting about and Remus can practically see the gears turning in his brain. 
 
  Sliding his hand up to cradle Sirius’ face he makes the man look at him. “What happened?” he asks softly, looking from Sirius’ left eye to the right and back. The pain behind the silver makes Remus’ chest roar and he hopes for the sake of Orion Black that the man hasn’t 
  
    touched
  
   Sirius in any harmful way. 
 
  A heavy sigh escapes Sirius’ mouth as he cuddles close to Remus. Instinctively, his hands find Sirius’ hair and he tries to soothe the man’s worries by petting him the way Remus has found out Sirius likes a lot. It comforts him in a way nothing else does and it’s a nice bonus Remus 
  
    loves 
  
  playing with Sirius’ hair, even when it’s still messy from the sea and sex. “You can talk to me, it’s just us.” 
 
  “Just us,” Sirius mutters, before turning so he can look up at Remus, taking a deep breath before telling Remus. “It’s just– I don’t know, the mansion always felt too big to me, so many unoccupied rooms and hollow wealth, it doesn’t have any warmth or joy, it never had. Normally I didn’t mind it that much but–” Sirius swallows, averting his eyes before clearly deciding to push through as he faces Remus fiercely. “I felt so touch-starved. I never craved that warmth, maybe because I never knew how it was supposed to feel but, now I do and the only thing keeping me sane was the idea I would be back here, in 
  
    your
  
   arms soon. I’m crazy about you Remus, and I only realised how much when you weren’t there to–” 
 
  There is a heavy pause in which Sirius bites his lip before looking away and sighing. “Well, that doesn’t matter. I’m used to it, I just maybe craved intimate touches more than I thought I did.” 
 
  “It does matter,” Remus mumbles, clearing his throat from the feeling of protectiveness that has risen in it. “You shouldn’t be used to not being loved.” 
 
  “I am loved,” Sirius denies. “Reggie has always loved me, and James and I think in their own way my parents love me too, they just only show it when it’s earned.” 
 
  Remus wants to point out how wrong that sounds, and how absurd the idea of parental love needing to be earned is. He wants to wrap Sirius up in his arms and hold every part of Sirius’ past who hasn’t felt the unconditional love he deserves. 
 
  There is no use in arguing over it now, it will only make Orion win and Remus can’t hate the man more than he already does. So he just plants a kiss in Sirius’ hair, pushing him off him and planting sloppy kisses all over Sirius’ face. “Well, I am happy to cure your touch deprivation if you need it.” 
 
  He ends his trail on Sirius’ mouth and gets happily pulled into the oblivion that is Sirius Black’s affection. 

  
  

    
      
        
        
          OKAY HERE WE GO.I skipped over the whole family visit because I could not bother with writing a chapter full of the Black family being the worst, but I hope that it's clear that both Regulus and Sirius has a rough time. Like, they are not doing well after spending a week in their parents' direct influence. Poor baby's 😭😢✨DORLENE✨ I love Marlene's and Sirius' friendship. These women are just here for the fun ride, slaying their life.Little bit of Jegulus and them being idiots. I have seen multiple comments of you being scared for those two getting caught. ME TOO. Like Dorcas, okay, but please for the love of our saviour Remus Lupin BE. MORE. AWARE. Idiots.Prongsfoot has my heart, can we see I love them too much? Like that moment a friend asks how you are doing and like really asks ugh, the love and care. ❤️🩷And then Sirius wanting to tell James but not being able to because he doesn't know if Remus wants him to. 😭🫠SIRIUS. GOES. FOR. IT.God Im like a proud mum. YES MAN GET THOSE ANSWERS. 👏🏻👏🏻Did we forget about the mini panic Remus had about Sirius maybe seeing his back, all the way back around chapter 10(?). Well. There ya go. Remus has his scars, just not on his face 🤭😣Them admiting to being stupid and that it was an accident and Remus who admits he was the cause of Sirius' guilt and being sorry. ugh help me. 😭Big thanks to my lovely Manon(spookeart) for screaming at me to explain what 'Lieverd' meant. 🩷 It can be used in so many ways, but for Remus it is an affectionate way of saying darling/sweetheart, although some of the dutch use it for friends to.OKAY. WE ARE IGNORING THE KAREOKE.(Honestly, most mortifying sh@t I have ever written. I don't do well with cringe and omg how cringe did I go. save me.)Is anyone surprised they f@ck dirty? raise your hand.....cool. 😌😏The 'I trust you'???!! Someone bury me. I died. 😭Them discovering how they work together. Ugh. I love them. Also, a moment for Sirius 'I will ride you into tomorrow' Black. I think Remus lost his life there 😏😂 I know I would...I will not apologise for the lack of Dutch dirty talk and the abundance of French. First, because I think Sirius is just a vocal f@ck@r, second dutch people talk a lot of English while doing the nasty, not a lot of Dutch to find in sexual intercourse. If you are Dutch an disagree, argue with the wall 😂😂Sirius wanting to have the evidence of being loved and touched. Oh this man, please Remus hold him tighter 🫂 Who is going to tell him his parents suck and needing to earn love is very very wrong?? Rem? Please?SO MUCH FEELS.This ran away from me big time, but I hope you liked it. The Jegulus part is half written, and I have a very busy weekend but I will try to upload it asap and then we move on to Zandvoort! Home truf for Remus (and me) hehehhe 📸🏁.Lots of Love.'
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