Sirius realized he was gay when he was twelve. It just made sense to him, girls were cute, sure, but he'd much rather play around with boys and stare at them in the Great Hall. He remembered going to the Quidditch tryouts and getting flustered while in the locker room.
It took a while for him to accept himself. He knew his family would disown him if they knew, kick him out immediately if he was lucky. He couldn't let them find out, because worst case scenario ... He didn't want to think about it.
He wanted to tell his best friends. He wanted to be honest and comfortable with the marauders, and almost 2 years after coming to terms with his sexuality, he did.
The first few tries he got cold feet. Either they were in a public space, they were interrupted, or he just felt too anxious to do it.
He got tired of waiting for the right moment, and became ashamed of being so scared. He should just say it.
They were in the boys' bedroom trying to catch a chocolate frog Peter had let out. James was a mess, shirt unbuttoned and wand in his back pocket, Remus was laughing at them while sitting alone on his bed, and Peter was running with James trying to catch the damn animal. Chocolate? Sweet? Sirius shook away those idiot thoughts: "Now's not the time to think of the appropriate name for a magical chocolate frog you eat."
Peter caught the frog in his hands a few feet away from Sirius, who was standing in the doorway awkwardly.
"Padfoot? You ok-"
"I'm gay."
The chocolate frog fell from his hands and leapt out of the room. He probably couldn't handle the tension between the four boys.
James chuckled "Nice one, Pads."
Peter laughed along nervously but Remus didn't; he furrowed his eyebrows and stayed quiet.
"I-it's not a joke" Sirius sucked in a breath trying to get his heartbeat to slow down "I really am gay."
"Oh" James said, taking steps backward, sitting on the nearest bed, facing Sirius.
"Do you ... You know ... Look at us when we're changing or something?" Peter asked quietly.
"Peter! What the f*ck!" Remus shouted "You're being f*cking rude!"
Sirius eyes shot wide and he let out a small whimper. His heart felt heavy and it actually hurt. He felt the need to cry, but you couldn't call yourself a Black if you weren't able to mask your pain and hold back tears.
James started buttoning up his shirt, maybe unconsciously, but he did it and that's what mattered to Sirius.
"I just thought you should know, but I never thought you'd act this way." He said, shifting his stance, leaning on his left leg instead of the right one.
"Sirius, we're sorry, we were just surprised" James said standing up "I just had never thought you would be a f*ggot."
Sirius's lips quivered and he felt like he was back at home. Face facing the floor, his mother's words stinging him and her hands hurting him.
He had never thought his best friend would hurt him like that.
Sirius left, leaving a confused James by the doorframe, that is until Remus pushed him to the ground, standing above him.
"Bloody hell, what was that for?" asked Potter.
"You're one of my best friends, mate" Remus pointed his finger at the boy in the floor "but you're being a cunt. He likes guys, so what? Get over yourself."
James was left embarrassed and ashamed on the floor while Remus went after Sirius.
"We were kind of cunts, weren't we, Wormtail?" James asked Peter.
"I don't get it, can't he just like girls? It's easier for him and for us" he said, helping James to stand up.
"I don't know, but maybe we should ask him before ... Accusing him of anything. Let's just give him time to calm down."
They nodded to each other.
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Remus went after Sirius who was fully sobbing, pulling at the roots of his hair. He couldn't let him leave like that, thinking all his friends were stupid homophobes. They weren't. James and Peter just didn't know any better, and they would understand, in time.
It still didn't diminish Remus's anger any less.
"Sirius, wait."
Sirius stopped outside the Fat Lady's portrait, who luckily was empty. His back faced Remus, and his shoulders were jumping up and down as Sirius sniffled and tried not to cry.
Remus put a hand on his shoulder "They're idiots who didn't know what they were saying. You know them, they'll come around. James and Peter are good people."
Sirius nodded, still facing away from Lupin.
"You were really brave, Padfoot. People usually think Gryffindors are all about being wild, starting fights and saying comebacks to teachers" he chuckled in hope Sirius would too "but what you just did was the bravest thing I've ever seen."
Sirius's shoulders were finally resting still and his breathing was even again. He let go of his hair, brushing his hands against his legs.
"I'm bisexual, by the way."
Sirius turned around to face him, shock written across his whole face.
"I don't have the guts to do what you just did. Come out to the most important people in my life, all at the same time. Not yet. But the fact that you did makes me wanna follow after. So thank you."
Sirius was speechless. He just stared at Remus who stood awkwardly in front of him, scratching his arm with the hand that was previously on his shoulder.
He looked into Sirius's eyes "You're not alone."
Sirius had never been quiet for that long in the presence of his friends. But this time he knew he didn't need to say anything. He stepped forward and hugged Remus, resting his head against his shoulder.
Remus wasn't the biggest fan of physical affection, but he didn't hesitate to throw his own arms around the boy's back and squeeze him back.
Maybe that was when they started falling for each other, the point they would look back upon while thinking of when it all started.
But at the time, they were just best friends supporting each other. They were braver at that one moment than some people are in their lifetimes. They didn't talk nor did they kiss, they just needed a reminder that they weren't alone, they were ok the way they were, and they loved each other, and so did their friends.
I genuinely like my dark circles? Makes me feel like a true academic, we love the whole slightly disheveled and unhinged academic vibe in this house 👏🏻
Generation Z was born with the tragedy of 9/11 shadowing our birth certificates. A warning signal of what’s to come in the rest of our lives.
Because we grew up going to class with four— yes, four— of our classmates raising their hands and having scars on their arms being exposed. No one says anything because it’s too common for the guidance counselor to deal with, so everyone adverts their eyes instead.
We have, time and time again, gone to class only to hide under our desks for four hours not being sure whether the alarm blaring in or ears is a drill or not. Texting your parents worried because nobody knows what’s going on, and all you can do is hope that this is one of the dozens of drills you have each month and not one of the hundreds of school shootings every year.
We’re afraid to go to concerts and movie theaters and malls, and the general fucking outside world with our friends or family because of the terrorism displayed on the news. We’re scared of ending up dead every time we leave our house because the chances of it happening are more likely than it not.
We grew up in a mental health crisis and a new age of terrorism and violence. We don’t have memories of being happy, because as soon as we became self aware we knew what was going on around us.
And every time we say something to make things better for the next generation after us; every time we cry or slit our wrists just like we know to do oh so well; every time we try to do anything in the our lives we’re told that we’re too young to understand. That we have nothing to fear.
And when we’re dead, what do we have to fear then?
When we’re dead, will we finally be heard?
I am a LESBIAN which means I love the ENVIRONMENT, hate the GOVERNMENT and I just want a fucking HUG
I have a very strange relationship with cereal. I'll forget it exists for months at a time, then I remember that not only does it exist, it is one of humanity's perfect foods. Then I'll eat like 4 boxes in one day before some eldritch god takes the knowledge from me again. (Probably for my own good.)
i just want to sit in a meadow on a sunny day, a picnic blanket spread out underneath me, and a pretty girl laid down next to me. we'd feed each other chocolate strawberries and share a bottle of homemade lemonade <3
i bet she’s the girl who reads in public so people will think she’s super sophisticated but in reality she’s a silly little lesbian
i want to be this person when i become a history teacher
i LOVE how unapologetically eccentric academics are they’re just on another level all the time... the head of my university’s history department ends every one of her emails with her ‘potato quote of the week’. i want to have that energy <3
Sometimes I imagine foetus dan meeting phil for the first time and falling in love almost immediately but being really scared about it but it’s okay bc phil is patient and kind and understands him better than he knows himself
Then I imagine foetus phil meeting this boy that he has an overwhelming need to love and protect and for the first time ever someone fully understands Phil and his quirks and he makes him feel so accepted and confident and strong
Then I remember that this actually happened, these boys are real and gay and in love I’m gonna fucking throw myself out of a window now
oh my god, let me be gay in peace
I shouldn’t be scared of dying at a desk with a bullet in my brain