hi ! i just saw your … post about regulus being the brother-in-law who literally decided to get his brother’s wife pregnant because yes yes sirius is so mean to his wife and regulus decided to take care of this issue. i just want you to write how sirius will react if he sees the belly of his wife being a bit round than usual… then he finds out she is pregnant… and so he knows she cheated on him ? then he forces her to tell him who is he ? pls pls

This is in regard to this post! Part 3

I feel like Sirius would have two very different reactions, depending on his relationship with his wife. If he doesn't care too much about her, I feel like he probably won't care if she gets pregnant by someone else, actually, he'll prefer it, because that means he doesn't have to interact with her anymore. But if Regulus actually talked with Sirius about how bad of a time you were having with the marriage, I do see him trying to approach and at least befriend her, ultimately falling for her.

If that is the case oofff… she is in for a whole new husband. The previous cold and not caring man that would use any and all excuses under the sun to leave their house is suddenly friendly. Not only friendly but flirty. Actually spending time with her, talking with her about anything and everything, favourite hobbies, passions, ideas for their life… He starts to see her as a person, not just as a pawn his parents used to force their ideals onto him. So when it's been months since the wedding, and just a few weeks since Sirius has started talking to her, not having touched her before in a sexual way; maybe stealing a kiss or two, she starts showing a little baby bump he gets angry. And if Sirius Black is one thing is impulsive, so he pins her down on the nearest surface and, holding her face impossibly close to his, with murderous eyes he spits "Who did you fuck?" which leads to her crying and apologising. And mean!sirius (my love) just goes "If you're as sorry as you say you're going to suck me off and let me fuck you like I should've all these months ago"

And as he starts pounding as hard and as rough as he can into her from behind, because "he doesn't have to be gentle with a slut" he just keeps repeating: "Who was it? Hm? I'm not letting you cum until you tell me who fucked my fucking wife." And when she finally tells him; he stops, turns her around, dries her tears and just mockingly says something along the lines of "Oh, my poor little wife, I was being so mean she had to go fuck my little brother to get an heir. Were you really that stressed? Oh, my poor baby, I'm sorry I was so mean, but you're still a little slut for fucking someone else that's not your husband."

I think he'll mostly act out of anger because he realized that his wife is actually great, and he was a dick, and now he's not the one to give her a baby/heir. He'd definitely fight Regulus after he's done with his wife.

hi daisy love i hope you’re doing well!! i’ve actually had kinda a bad day/few days and so whenever your requests are open if you could give me some remus fluff i would very much appreciate it. maybe one where one of the other marauders says something mean about reader without knowing (sorta something along the lines of “wow, whoever did this clearly must have had no idea what they were doing” not knowing that reader did it) and remus just encouraging crybaby reader and calling her lovely and ahhhh. take care of yourself please mei 🫧

"Okay, next." Sirius grabs at the next shirt in Remus's closet, by some miracle not a sweater, "And- Christ, mate, let's toss this, yeah?"

"Hm?" Remus glances up from where he'd been smoothing out a wrinkle in your pants, eyes landing on the garment in Sirius's hand.

As soon as Remus's attention is off of you, you redirect your own. You wish you hadn't though, because when your eyes land on the shirt you'd sewn for Remus's birthday this past year, your stomach drops.

Sure, it's not perfect. It's not factory made, with clean, straight stitching, or perfect embroidery. But Remus promised you that he loved it, and not only because he loves you.

"Come on," Sirius prompts Remus, who's floundering for an answer, "It looks like a toddler made it. What- did a toddler make this?"

"No, Sirius." Remus huffs, "Put it back. I'm keeping it."

"Mate," Sirius's eyes widen, and he shakes the hanger in his hand like all of the lopsidedness from the shirt will finally register in Remus's brain if he jostles it enough, "Really? Moony, you're a hoarder. This is garbage."

"Enough, Sirius." Remus snaps, hand tightening around your own. You're blinking rapidly, trying to shield your face from Sirius's so that the man doesn't see you cry.

"Go get another trash bag," Remus demands, intent on getting Sirius out of the room, "Go on, go!"

"Ass!" Sirius scoffs, tossing Remus the shirt and stalking to the door, "I said I'd help you clean out your closet, not that I'd be your bloody servant for the day."

You can hear him muttering furiously under his breath as he flounces down the stairs, but you're trying not to listen. Remus keeps the shirt in his lap, leaning over to wrap his arm around your shoulders, "Dove..."

"Remus," You gush in a sob, hands buried in your face, "I- I'm sorry! I knew it wasn't good."

"Darling, yes it is! I love it," Remus urges, and you're sick at how kind he's being to you and your lackluster sewing skills, "Sirius has terrible taste in fashion, love, wouldn't know a masterpiece if he saw it on a model."

"It's awful," You lament, not daring to look at the messy stitching laying in Remus's lap, "I sew like a toddler."

"No," Remus squeezes you to his side, rubbing his hand up and down your tense shoulder, "You sew like a little mouse. Like a sweet character in a children's book, love, that lives in a forest and wears an apron. Look't that," He pulls your hands away from your face, pointing at a particular set of stitches that's crossed in an x instead of parallel, "That's the work of a mouse in a bonnet. 'S the cutest thing in the world, dove."

"But I wanted to sew like a machine," You sniffle, "Like something you'd want to wear."

"Scooch," Remus pushes against your side, grabbing the hem of his sweater. He lifts it off of his head in one swoop, already eagerly working at the buttons on the shirt in his lap. You try not to ogle him, but you definitely don't cry more at the sight of his bare torso.

"There," He settles the shirt over his frame, posture proud and smile kind, "It's perfect, dove. I love it."

"You're too nice to me." You decide, wiping a stray tear away from your eye.

He scoffs, tugging you back into his embrace, "Not true. Could never be too nice to you, m'little forest mouse."

Hi!! Can I please request a Dealer!Remus with a s/o who sleeps with a teddy bear? Love u!

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

love you too :D <3

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Remus was an expert at hiding things. Naturally, he noticed your uneasiness the first time he'd come over to your apartment, and was on high alert. You'd let him into your bedroom while you looked for a certain record he'd asked to borrow, but you'd stiffened the moment he'd sat down on the bed, and he was determined to find out why.

The answer was much easier to find than he'd thought it was going to be, a little stuffed foot sticking out from under your pillow. He tugged carefully on it, seeing that it was attached to a well-loved teddy bear, one you clearly slept with, and one you were clearly ashamed of.

"Oh, here! You can- Remus!" Your eyes widened and you lunged for the toy, "Don't-"

Remus quickly lifted the toy over his head, pushing his free hand against your chest to keep you from reaching it. He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his face, "You sleep with a teddy bear?"

"Don't laugh at me," Your lower lip quivered slightly and glossy tears swam before your eyes, "You weren't supposed to see him."

"Him?" Remus looked questioningly at the bear, "That's not good."

"What's not good?"

"Well he's too cute," Remus handed you back the teddy bear, watching you tuck it into your arms with a soft smile, "Now I've got competition."

For multiverse Monday can u do rockstar!sirius black x reader :) maybe something with spice??

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

combined with: stupid thought for multiverse monday - sirius trying to convince reader he's not a catfish on tinder (other dating sites are available 😂)

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The picture that stares back at you is not what you were expecting. It's, in fact, the same picture as your home screen, famed guitarist Sirius Black peering around his phone with a smirk into the camera. Apparently, Regulus Brown had not been genuine with you in his pursuits on tinder.

nice try, you type back scathingly, that's not you. that's sirius black. what, did you look up 'ruggedly handsome man' on pinterest?

Ruggedly handsome? He replies, I'm flattered xx

I'm reporting you for catfishing, you decide, I'm not sure why you chose me to pick on, but all you're doing is wasting time.

You don't manage to hit the block button in time, and another message comes through.

Hey! I'm not catfishing, this is me. I'm Sirius Black. The guitarist. You're a fan?

You roll your eyes, though he can't see it, I am. Let me guess, you need $2000 and the numbers on the back of my credit card? Wasting. Time.

I'm not scamming you! you imagine his face as a pathetic frown, trying to pull his scheme together, but he'd really sent it with more of an incredulous guffaw, I'm really Sirius Black. You want photo proof?

You tried that already, I've seen the picture.

A new one then, he promises, wait a second.

You might as well wait for another picture of Sirius. Even if the man's catfishing you, you'll save the photo, add it to your collection of pictures of the rockstar, then block him. Although you're fairly certain you have every picture of him in existence, so he can't offer you something you don't already have.

There, a picture comes in, blocking out most of the screen, better?

It's a new picture. One you've never seen before, the man laying on his side, clearly shirtless from his bare shoulders, on grey sheets. His stubble has grown out, and his hair is ragged, tousled over his forehead as he peers at the camera with sleepy eyes.

Where did you get that picture?

My camera, he shoots back, it's me.

It can't be you, you insist, Sirius Black does not need tinder to find girls.

I needed it to find you, didn’t I?

This isn’t funny. You fume, No one is gonna be stupid enough to believe you. Leave me alone.

You close the app. You quickly reopen it, though, to save the picture he'd sent you. At least you're getting new content.

You flick on the television to try and forget about it. It works almost instantly, the dull chatter of the sitcom you've switched on drowning out your stewing anger. You forget about it so well, in fact, that ten minutes passes before you pick up your phone again. You click on the notification it displays before remembering why you shouldn't, and groan when a video auto-plays.

It's Sirius Black.

"I'm almost impressed you're this stubborn," He drawls, head still resting on his pillows, "Or I would be, if it wasn't this infuriating to get called a catfish over and over again. Y/N Y/L/N," Your stomach drops when your name falls from his lips, "It's really me. I'm not lying to you, this isn't a trick, it's me, alright? And if you still don't believe me," He scoffs, groaning as he throws his head back, "I think I'll have to write a song about the one that got away."