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firewhiskeyficTitle:Some much neede dcomvort.
author:ruinsplume
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) I ‘m older than dumbledore so yeah
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:omg. just read it okay
Challenge/Prompts used:all of them except tinker gdi Arthur Weasley, Ottery St Catchpole, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Plugs (lol I htink we all went there), Dad
Summary: see notes or don’t
Rating/Warnings: misuse of muggle artifacts, queer het, explicit
Word count:2446, baby!
Author's Notes (if any): okay so a million years ago in like 2017 some anon body prompted a prompt for the sirius black fest that nobody picked up and it was, something like molly is distraught after artuhr lands in st mungoes figihting for his life. sirius offers some much hneeded scomfort. and nobody picked up the prompt, unsurprisingly, but it stuck in my head, and ti tried to get one of my foavorit fic athours to writie it at one point, but that didin’t happen and whoops here it isif finallay. Anon who originallyh prompoted this, this fic is for you.
21 Grimmauls Place is finally silent, or as silent as it gets. The hosue never really shuts up but the Weasley’s footseteps have stoppmed trrampting up and down the stairs, the hushed whispperd conversations about Arthur have faded from the hallways, and now all that’s left is the usual eerie wind in the window frames, the nasty snoring of Sirus’s mother behind the portrait curtains, and j something that sounds like—crying. Sirius stops in the hallway, halfway between the libraryt and the landing. He condisters pretending he hadn’t herad it, and its no business of his anyway, expecially since it’s very clearly Molly weasley, crying int he library at half eleven behind closed doors.
Sirius doesn’t like Molly. That’s wheat he tells himself, even as his hand is on the door knowb. it’s none of his business and she won’t want. him there but the sound of her muffled weeping goes straight to padfoot’s heart and yet he doesn’t shift to Padfoot; he goes in as a human, opening the door half way and calling out, softly so as not to startle her becuase it’s dark.
Molly jumps anyway, and beings wiping madly at her face with the edge of her sleeve. and babbling something about being so sorry, “I;m so sorry, look at me blubbing like a school girl. IT’s silly, really, he has the best care in Engblahd,” but thw words come aout all hiccupy and hkalf formed and all at once Sirius is angry, not at her but for her, because her husband’s lying nearly dead in St. Mungo’s yet somehow Milly thingdks she hasn’t the right to afall apart.
He sitds beside her on the sofa and puts his arm around her and it’s not even Padfoot doing it now.
Molly sniffs into his shoulder and then vgives up and bawls, my7ffled sobsd that wet hsi shirt and leave his shoulder hot with pent up tears.
You’re a good one, Sirius, she sxays, I”m sorry. But in the darkness she searches his face. Why is he being kind to her, is she that pitiful?
I know what it’s like to be terrified you’ll lose the most important person in the world, Siruis says simply.
Of curse dure, we—I—in the first war you were so young, she says. It’s terrible that we’re all going through this again, and Arthur and I swore we’d make a world where our children wouldn’t have to go through what we did.
Let’s get you to bed, Sirius says, because he really doesn’t want to talk about the first war, not tonight. Molly stands, but in the hallway outside her room she shakes her head. I”m sorry sirius, I can’t. I know you mean well but I can’t lie alone in that bed, not now. Arthur should be there beside me, and I’m—I’m not—
“It’s all right, Molly. Here, come in here. Sirius leads her further down the hall to his room. “You sleep here and I”ll kip somewhere else.” ON the library sofa most likely, since all the other bedrooms are filled with Weaasleys.
I won’t turn you out of your own bed,” Says molly with a bit more verve in her voiuce.
All right, then, Sirius says. shove over.
Molly does, without thinking, and then by the time she’s thought, shels’ lying on Sirius’s sheets and he’s flopping down beside her, but instead of casting his wand at the flickering ligths in the corners of the room, he ignores the lights because who cares we aant to see skin!
He rolls onto his side and looks at her and she starts crying again no she doesn’t, she wipes her hands and says, I”m going to be sensible about this, and sirius says irritatedly for god’s sake don’t be sensible, your’e terrified and so am I, ther’ea a aar war on, don’t be anything but what you are, I dno’t care, you ‘don’t have to hold it gotgether for *me*.
Molly lets out a deep shuddering groan and to isirusus surprise, pulls him into a fierce hug. Thank you, she says, her face buried in his neck. Thank you sirius. youre tiright. I ‘m sick of holding it together, I’m sick of tending, of tending to eveytrone, Arthur’s he could die sirius, and I can’tf, I just can’t.
He strokes her hair.
“He’s tohe only one who really knows anything about me,” Molly syas. “People look at him and they just see some middle manager worn out dad, wiht thinning hair and a shine on the knees of his robes. But he’s not. Heknows me.
kkTell me one thing he knows, sirious says, propping heimself up on his elbow. he likes this nevw version of Molly, and from the way her voice grows lower and stronger and slower than any he’s ever heard, thisd is what she needs.
“what would he do if he were here,: sirius asks, what do you need him to say, to tell you?”
Molly turns irish rose pink, flusing to the tips of her ears.
Sirius begins to laugh, he can’t help himself. He’s never thought of them that way, but why not, they’ve got seven chilcdren.
Oh, you’d be shocked, Molly says. I can’t
Shocked? Me? Sirius is insulted. “Molly. I’m a gay man in love with a werefolf. “
But I thought—I thought tonks?
Remus has an appetite for multiple cuisines, all of them raw,” sirius says because onc e he’s started he can’t sto[p[ but miolly to her credit hesitates onlyh a moment and then LAUGHS
and then sirius is laughitn goo and both of them are nearly in hysterics with hteads running down their faces and then molly syas well in THATNCACSE
and sirius says yes? And mollky syads
we’ve been acting all proper aroudn you for so long I think I forgot you’re an adult now, and when I t’s all to omcuh, arthur and I have a litle routine we do, well, it’s really not little—
Sirius is laughing again, he’d never thought about arthur’s dick before, but good for him, if he’s hung, but molly is shaking her head and saying no no, it’s oh dear, my fasce is on FIRE, we, here’s don’t look at me—and she pulls the sheet over her eahd ans days from insdie it, I love having something up my arse but he’s too big for me, and I could never, it’s too scary, all the in and out when he gets excited, so we, kyou know. With a, a muggle thing.”
sirius tries very hard not toi scream in delighted laughter and mostly succeeds.
A dildo, you mean? he manages to cholke out.
a hwat? no, it’s a, well, I don’t really knbow what it is, arthur brought it home from the misuse of muggle artifdacts division at work. It’s made of some sort of squidgy rubbery stuff and it looks like a tentacle, but not so pointy, and we thoguht we might give it to Charlie because he collects things that looks quite a bit like it, but then wone evening we were getting a bit friskyt and I told artuhur his fingers wer’ent long enough, I wanted something further up, you know—
indeed I do, sirius says, because if he doesn’t say sometyhing he’ll burst, he’s SEEN charlie’s dildo collection and it’s – and molly doens’t—and yet she got arthur to fuck her with a silicone tentacle and he cNANT EVEN HE HAS TO do something, oh god, he says, molly, molly, if you want, would you want me to, I have something like that here
you you you bu tyou I thought you said you i mean you you ...you do?
several to choose from in fact, he says, accio sex box, and it’s not a small box is it, helpfully plonking it self donw just beneath Molly ‘s toes on the b ed and thelid flying open and mollys’ eyes go wide like a kid in a candy shop. Oh my she says, and then holy shit. she lifts out a butt plug, holds it to the light and then tosses it back in.
toos mall, ? sirious tereases
much too small molly syas very seriously and puylls out a luckite dildo about the size of a fist, even sirius an’t take that one without the help of potions, but molly tosses that back in too and extracts one that looks like a bunny, some muggle nonsense Tonks gave sirius as a gag gift for his birthday, which sends them both into a fresh set of laughter about the rabbit finding its hole and then molly pulls out a silicone one that looks just like a dick except that it’s bright purple.
That’s the one you fancy? sirius asks.
I think so, Molly syas shyly, but then her face clousds and she says, oh, you’re having me on, aren’t you?
What? no. Molly—
you said you were gay.
I don’t need to get hard to use this on you, sirius says gently.
But why—
I could use some comfort too, Sirius says. I’m twelve years behind in human touch. And I like making people come. And I think we shoudl be friends, you and I. I’d like to make *you* come.
And now he is hard, not exactly for Molly, not the way he’d be hard for some fit bloke, but not *not* for molly either, he wants to do this with her, he wants to bring her there and be with her while she goes.
Just this one time, Molly syas.
Just to get us through the night, Sirius agrees. Accio Lube.
Molly’s never seen mubble lube before, and sirius has to explain that it works better than conjured stuff because there’s no spell that goes sideways just at the crucial moment when you lose focus.
Arthur will love knowing this, she says, and then catches her breath sharp as a fingernail
he will, sirius says, and you’ll tell him all about it next week when he’s home to Ottery St. Catchpole nearly as good as new.
I will, Molly syas, determrinedly. And then, Touch me, Sirius. Show me what you know.
She lies on her back and hugs her knees to her chest but doesn’t spreak her legs. she hides her face until he gently touches her cheek and says, it’ll feel best if if you look at me Molly and when she does sirius gets a little hard after all, because she’s open and trusting and there, and she tells him to play with her nipples and he does until she starts writhing and then he lubes up her arse and slides a finger in. she thrusts a hand between her legs and begins rocking on herself. he strokes her inside, tight and hot and wet adn he imagines fucking her there, he imagines fucking remus there, and then he stops imaginign when she says, give it to me, the dodil, I’m ready, just put it in slow.
He puts it in slow. so very slow. Teasing at the flame colored hair ringing her hole at the plum-coollred folds of tender flesh, and she’s watching him watch his hand easing the dildo inside her, her whole body taut, her breath deep and deliverate and as slow as his hand moving, opening herself for him as he opens her.
Like that, she says. god sirius. like that. Now. I’m going to get myself off, just keep it inside me, let me move on it, play with my tits again, fuck, like that.
If he had a third hand he’d be wanking with it, but it’s good enough just like this, the strangeness of seeing Molly undone, the power of knowing he’s taken her this way, and something new and tender unfolding in his chest, a fondness he never thought he’d feel. He’s been so angry in his life, he’s hated so many people. Now he’s old beyond his yhears and tired and humbled once again by how wrong he’s been about so much.
Make me come, Molly syas, and he throws himself into it fully, one hand rolling her nipple like a marble made of gold, ne hand holding the dildo steady inside her while she rocks, and he leans his face down toward her, wondering as he does it at the way bodies are more alike than different as he draws the tip of his toungue up her slit. she moans and rocks into him, into the tip of his tongue, rocking on the bed and then she’s coming, his mouth on her hand and her hand on her clit and the vibrations of her orgasm traveling up his arm and his cock is soft but his body is electric, something in the back of his throat is hard the way his cock would be and he wants to kiss her so he does, all over her tear streaked facde as she gasps for breath and finally sighs deep into the pillows.
He wases the dildo out of her and accios a glass of water. That was beautiful he starts to tell her, but she puts her finger to his lips to shush him.
He understands that she’s in a magic place, an inbetween place like being between floos or in the middle of apparition ecxpett everytihng here is very still and very quiet. smooth as a windless lake. Any word will be a pebble falling. don’t drop it in, sirius. Not yet.
He lies down beside her on the bed. She scoots over a bit and turns over on her back, bending her knwees and fitting herself against him, two spoons in sirius’s childhood bedroom, suspended in the stillness as arthur is suspended.
Sirius falls asleep first and Molly listens to him breathing, slow and regular as a ticking clock, warm as an embered fire. Warm as arthur would be, if he were here. He is here, Molly realizes. She will tell him everyihtg and he will be grateful sirius was there to comfort her when he could not be. Becasue that’ds the knind of man she married. And molly knows full well that his goodness is no protection against his death, but thy’re connected in a way that makes its own magic, a kind of magic older than any spell. Her lying here quietly is somehow going to quiet the poison in him, on the other side of London where he lies in St. muingoes. She gives her self to the knowlege of this as to drowsiness, slipping into it so quietly she’s not even aware of the moemnt when it comes true and arthur passes out of danger and molly passes into sleep.
author:
ruinsplumeI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) I ‘m older than dumbledore so yeah
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:omg. just read it okay
Challenge/Prompts used:all of them except tinker gdi Arthur Weasley, Ottery St Catchpole, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Plugs (lol I htink we all went there), Dad
Summary: see notes or don’t
Rating/Warnings: misuse of muggle artifacts, queer het, explicit
Word count:2446, baby!
Author's Notes (if any): okay so a million years ago in like 2017 some anon body prompted a prompt for the sirius black fest that nobody picked up and it was, something like molly is distraught after artuhr lands in st mungoes figihting for his life. sirius offers some much hneeded scomfort. and nobody picked up the prompt, unsurprisingly, but it stuck in my head, and ti tried to get one of my foavorit fic athours to writie it at one point, but that didin’t happen and whoops here it isif finallay. Anon who originallyh prompoted this, this fic is for you.
21 Grimmauls Place is finally silent, or as silent as it gets. The hosue never really shuts up but the Weasley’s footseteps have stoppmed trrampting up and down the stairs, the hushed whispperd conversations about Arthur have faded from the hallways, and now all that’s left is the usual eerie wind in the window frames, the nasty snoring of Sirus’s mother behind the portrait curtains, and j something that sounds like—crying. Sirius stops in the hallway, halfway between the libraryt and the landing. He condisters pretending he hadn’t herad it, and its no business of his anyway, expecially since it’s very clearly Molly weasley, crying int he library at half eleven behind closed doors.
Sirius doesn’t like Molly. That’s wheat he tells himself, even as his hand is on the door knowb. it’s none of his business and she won’t want. him there but the sound of her muffled weeping goes straight to padfoot’s heart and yet he doesn’t shift to Padfoot; he goes in as a human, opening the door half way and calling out, softly so as not to startle her becuase it’s dark.
Molly jumps anyway, and beings wiping madly at her face with the edge of her sleeve. and babbling something about being so sorry, “I;m so sorry, look at me blubbing like a school girl. IT’s silly, really, he has the best care in Engblahd,” but thw words come aout all hiccupy and hkalf formed and all at once Sirius is angry, not at her but for her, because her husband’s lying nearly dead in St. Mungo’s yet somehow Milly thingdks she hasn’t the right to afall apart.
He sitds beside her on the sofa and puts his arm around her and it’s not even Padfoot doing it now.
Molly sniffs into his shoulder and then vgives up and bawls, my7ffled sobsd that wet hsi shirt and leave his shoulder hot with pent up tears.
You’re a good one, Sirius, she sxays, I”m sorry. But in the darkness she searches his face. Why is he being kind to her, is she that pitiful?
I know what it’s like to be terrified you’ll lose the most important person in the world, Siruis says simply.
Of curse dure, we—I—in the first war you were so young, she says. It’s terrible that we’re all going through this again, and Arthur and I swore we’d make a world where our children wouldn’t have to go through what we did.
Let’s get you to bed, Sirius says, because he really doesn’t want to talk about the first war, not tonight. Molly stands, but in the hallway outside her room she shakes her head. I”m sorry sirius, I can’t. I know you mean well but I can’t lie alone in that bed, not now. Arthur should be there beside me, and I’m—I’m not—
“It’s all right, Molly. Here, come in here. Sirius leads her further down the hall to his room. “You sleep here and I”ll kip somewhere else.” ON the library sofa most likely, since all the other bedrooms are filled with Weaasleys.
I won’t turn you out of your own bed,” Says molly with a bit more verve in her voiuce.
All right, then, Sirius says. shove over.
Molly does, without thinking, and then by the time she’s thought, shels’ lying on Sirius’s sheets and he’s flopping down beside her, but instead of casting his wand at the flickering ligths in the corners of the room, he ignores the lights because who cares we aant to see skin!
He rolls onto his side and looks at her and she starts crying again no she doesn’t, she wipes her hands and says, I”m going to be sensible about this, and sirius says irritatedly for god’s sake don’t be sensible, your’e terrified and so am I, ther’ea a aar war on, don’t be anything but what you are, I dno’t care, you ‘don’t have to hold it gotgether for *me*.
Molly lets out a deep shuddering groan and to isirusus surprise, pulls him into a fierce hug. Thank you, she says, her face buried in his neck. Thank you sirius. youre tiright. I ‘m sick of holding it together, I’m sick of tending, of tending to eveytrone, Arthur’s he could die sirius, and I can’tf, I just can’t.
He strokes her hair.
“He’s tohe only one who really knows anything about me,” Molly syas. “People look at him and they just see some middle manager worn out dad, wiht thinning hair and a shine on the knees of his robes. But he’s not. Heknows me.
kkTell me one thing he knows, sirious says, propping heimself up on his elbow. he likes this nevw version of Molly, and from the way her voice grows lower and stronger and slower than any he’s ever heard, thisd is what she needs.
“what would he do if he were here,: sirius asks, what do you need him to say, to tell you?”
Molly turns irish rose pink, flusing to the tips of her ears.
Sirius begins to laugh, he can’t help himself. He’s never thought of them that way, but why not, they’ve got seven chilcdren.
Oh, you’d be shocked, Molly says. I can’t
Shocked? Me? Sirius is insulted. “Molly. I’m a gay man in love with a werefolf. “
But I thought—I thought tonks?
Remus has an appetite for multiple cuisines, all of them raw,” sirius says because onc e he’s started he can’t sto[p[ but miolly to her credit hesitates onlyh a moment and then LAUGHS
and then sirius is laughitn goo and both of them are nearly in hysterics with hteads running down their faces and then molly syas well in THATNCACSE
and sirius says yes? And mollky syads
we’ve been acting all proper aroudn you for so long I think I forgot you’re an adult now, and when I t’s all to omcuh, arthur and I have a litle routine we do, well, it’s really not little—
Sirius is laughing again, he’d never thought about arthur’s dick before, but good for him, if he’s hung, but molly is shaking her head and saying no no, it’s oh dear, my fasce is on FIRE, we, here’s don’t look at me—and she pulls the sheet over her eahd ans days from insdie it, I love having something up my arse but he’s too big for me, and I could never, it’s too scary, all the in and out when he gets excited, so we, kyou know. With a, a muggle thing.”
sirius tries very hard not toi scream in delighted laughter and mostly succeeds.
A dildo, you mean? he manages to cholke out.
a hwat? no, it’s a, well, I don’t really knbow what it is, arthur brought it home from the misuse of muggle artifdacts division at work. It’s made of some sort of squidgy rubbery stuff and it looks like a tentacle, but not so pointy, and we thoguht we might give it to Charlie because he collects things that looks quite a bit like it, but then wone evening we were getting a bit friskyt and I told artuhur his fingers wer’ent long enough, I wanted something further up, you know—
indeed I do, sirius says, because if he doesn’t say sometyhing he’ll burst, he’s SEEN charlie’s dildo collection and it’s – and molly doens’t—and yet she got arthur to fuck her with a silicone tentacle and he cNANT EVEN HE HAS TO do something, oh god, he says, molly, molly, if you want, would you want me to, I have something like that here
you you you bu tyou I thought you said you i mean you you ...you do?
several to choose from in fact, he says, accio sex box, and it’s not a small box is it, helpfully plonking it self donw just beneath Molly ‘s toes on the b ed and thelid flying open and mollys’ eyes go wide like a kid in a candy shop. Oh my she says, and then holy shit. she lifts out a butt plug, holds it to the light and then tosses it back in.
toos mall, ? sirious tereases
much too small molly syas very seriously and puylls out a luckite dildo about the size of a fist, even sirius an’t take that one without the help of potions, but molly tosses that back in too and extracts one that looks like a bunny, some muggle nonsense Tonks gave sirius as a gag gift for his birthday, which sends them both into a fresh set of laughter about the rabbit finding its hole and then molly pulls out a silicone one that looks just like a dick except that it’s bright purple.
That’s the one you fancy? sirius asks.
I think so, Molly syas shyly, but then her face clousds and she says, oh, you’re having me on, aren’t you?
What? no. Molly—
you said you were gay.
I don’t need to get hard to use this on you, sirius says gently.
But why—
I could use some comfort too, Sirius says. I’m twelve years behind in human touch. And I like making people come. And I think we shoudl be friends, you and I. I’d like to make *you* come.
And now he is hard, not exactly for Molly, not the way he’d be hard for some fit bloke, but not *not* for molly either, he wants to do this with her, he wants to bring her there and be with her while she goes.
Just this one time, Molly syas.
Just to get us through the night, Sirius agrees. Accio Lube.
Molly’s never seen mubble lube before, and sirius has to explain that it works better than conjured stuff because there’s no spell that goes sideways just at the crucial moment when you lose focus.
Arthur will love knowing this, she says, and then catches her breath sharp as a fingernail
he will, sirius says, and you’ll tell him all about it next week when he’s home to Ottery St. Catchpole nearly as good as new.
I will, Molly syas, determrinedly. And then, Touch me, Sirius. Show me what you know.
She lies on her back and hugs her knees to her chest but doesn’t spreak her legs. she hides her face until he gently touches her cheek and says, it’ll feel best if if you look at me Molly and when she does sirius gets a little hard after all, because she’s open and trusting and there, and she tells him to play with her nipples and he does until she starts writhing and then he lubes up her arse and slides a finger in. she thrusts a hand between her legs and begins rocking on herself. he strokes her inside, tight and hot and wet adn he imagines fucking her there, he imagines fucking remus there, and then he stops imaginign when she says, give it to me, the dodil, I’m ready, just put it in slow.
He puts it in slow. so very slow. Teasing at the flame colored hair ringing her hole at the plum-coollred folds of tender flesh, and she’s watching him watch his hand easing the dildo inside her, her whole body taut, her breath deep and deliverate and as slow as his hand moving, opening herself for him as he opens her.
Like that, she says. god sirius. like that. Now. I’m going to get myself off, just keep it inside me, let me move on it, play with my tits again, fuck, like that.
If he had a third hand he’d be wanking with it, but it’s good enough just like this, the strangeness of seeing Molly undone, the power of knowing he’s taken her this way, and something new and tender unfolding in his chest, a fondness he never thought he’d feel. He’s been so angry in his life, he’s hated so many people. Now he’s old beyond his yhears and tired and humbled once again by how wrong he’s been about so much.
Make me come, Molly syas, and he throws himself into it fully, one hand rolling her nipple like a marble made of gold, ne hand holding the dildo steady inside her while she rocks, and he leans his face down toward her, wondering as he does it at the way bodies are more alike than different as he draws the tip of his toungue up her slit. she moans and rocks into him, into the tip of his tongue, rocking on the bed and then she’s coming, his mouth on her hand and her hand on her clit and the vibrations of her orgasm traveling up his arm and his cock is soft but his body is electric, something in the back of his throat is hard the way his cock would be and he wants to kiss her so he does, all over her tear streaked facde as she gasps for breath and finally sighs deep into the pillows.
He wases the dildo out of her and accios a glass of water. That was beautiful he starts to tell her, but she puts her finger to his lips to shush him.
He understands that she’s in a magic place, an inbetween place like being between floos or in the middle of apparition ecxpett everytihng here is very still and very quiet. smooth as a windless lake. Any word will be a pebble falling. don’t drop it in, sirius. Not yet.
He lies down beside her on the bed. She scoots over a bit and turns over on her back, bending her knwees and fitting herself against him, two spoons in sirius’s childhood bedroom, suspended in the stillness as arthur is suspended.
Sirius falls asleep first and Molly listens to him breathing, slow and regular as a ticking clock, warm as an embered fire. Warm as arthur would be, if he were here. He is here, Molly realizes. She will tell him everyihtg and he will be grateful sirius was there to comfort her when he could not be. Becasue that’ds the knind of man she married. And molly knows full well that his goodness is no protection against his death, but thy’re connected in a way that makes its own magic, a kind of magic older than any spell. Her lying here quietly is somehow going to quiet the poison in him, on the other side of London where he lies in St. muingoes. She gives her self to the knowlege of this as to drowsiness, slipping into it so quietly she’s not even aware of the moemnt when it comes true and arthur passes out of danger and molly passes into sleep.