Author's Note: So here we are! If you've read my other Kingsley/Sirius fic, you might recognize the moment below from When the Search is Over, but I thought that there was potential in the premise of Kingsley slowly stealing back Sirius' things. With some prompting from other writers, I've decided to make this the first chapter of a multiple-part drabble series about Sirius' things coming back to him. Woohoo! That being said, if you have item requests or recommendations please tell me in reviews! I'll be happy to write them for you. Otherwise, enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and this story derives from her original works, storylines, and world. Please do not sue me, I can barely pay tuition.

Beta: Aya

Warnings: Implied PTSD (Azkaban).

Stacked with: MC4A; Shipping War; Hogwarts

Individual Challenge(s): Gryffindor MC; Bow Before the Blacks; Brush; Seeds; Golden Times; Old Shoes; Trope It Up C (Secret Relationship); Themes and Things A (Love); Themes and Things B (Loss); Ethnic & Present; True Colours; Rian-Russo Inversion (Y); Flags & Ribbons; Letter of the Day; In a Flash; Yellow Ribbon; Yellow Ribbon Redux; Two Cakes!

Word Count: 1115

Shipping Wars

Ship (Team): Kingsley Shacklebolt/Sirius Black

List (Prompt): Spring Micro 1 (Boxes)

Hogwarts Submitting Info

House: Ravenclaw

Assignment: Assignment #1, Muggle Music : Pop - Write about something generic meaning something special to someone and the reason why.

Everything in One Place

1

Jacket

This was by far Kingsley's most ambitious move yet—which was saying something. He had, after all, spent all summer pretending to look for a man whose exact location he was more than intimately aware of. If he'd been honest for a single second, Kingsley could have given Scrimgeour the exact thread count for his most wanted criminal's sheets.

But today he'd taken this even further. His heart should have been beating in his throat as he smuggled the evidence box out of the Ministry, but he retained his usual cool and composed demeanour as he walked out. Nobody stopped him, nobody looked at him, and Kingsley didn't even crack a smile at his victory until he was well within the safety of 12 Grimmauld Place.

He found Sirius at the kitchen table, teamed up with Tonks in a game of chess against Remus (which they were losing, naturally). Fleur was doing paperwork with Bill nearby (supposedly), and a pot of coffee on the table was powering the lot of them.

Kingsley went straight for Sirius. His hair was twisted up into a bun, held in place by his wand, and he had shaved just long enough ago to leave his face scruffy—just the way Kingsley liked it best.

He dropped the evidence box on the table just as Sirius looked up to acknowledge his presence.

"I did it," Kingsley gushed.

"Holy fuck," Tonks gasped when she saw the box, recognizing the label on its side. "Kingsley, are you mad?"

"Maybe," Kingsley admitted. He didn't feel mad, he felt good about this. "Don't tell Mad-Eye I did this or we'll never hear the end of it."

"Can one of you stop speaking Auror?" Fleur chimed in.

"This is an evidence box from the Auror Department Archives," Tonks explained. "Specifically, these are confiscated items—and if you look at the case number, 21-14-10-21-1920, that's the code specific to Sirius' dossier."

"These are my things?" Sirius interrupted, eyes widening.

Kingsley met his gaze and nodded. Sirius' eyes went from shock to blank to troubled and blank again. Kingsley chewed his lip and opened the box, tossing aside some tissue paper before pulling out a leather jacket. It was in that specific in-between state that only items that were both used daily and obsessively taken care of could be in. Otherwise, it was a leather jacket just as any other.

Sirius somehow became even more pale.

"I remember that jacket," Remus said with a grin.

Sirius looked at the jacket in Kingsley's hands for a second longer. Then he knocked over his king on the chess board.

"You win, Remus," he said quickly before slipping out of the kitchen.

Kingsley exchanged glances with Remus for a second as they deliberated over who should follow him out. Ultimately, Kingsley did, holding the jacket in his hands.

He found Sirius sitting on the balcony of one of the spare rooms—one that had been fortified with countless protective charms by Remus and the Aurors to keep Sirius safe. It was the closest thing to going outside that the man had, and Kingsley had had an inkling that he'd go there. Sirius had, after all, looked like he had been drowning for a second.

"May I join you?" Kingsley asked from across the screen door.

Sirius looked over his shoulder.

"Always," he said.

Kingsley stepped outside and waved his wand to turn on the hundreds of little lights hanging around the patio railing and around the door. He sat down on the ground next to Sirius and thought about what he wanted to say.

"I wanted to surprise you," Kingsley said. "I'm sorry if that wasn't the right thing to do. I tried thinking of what I would feel like if I were in your shoes—I know that's impossible, but I try, and… and I think I would want my things back. I wanted to start trying to bring yours back to you, bit by bit, so you'd have everything in one place."

"You're so impossibly sweet," Sirius sighed.

"Then what's the problem?" Kingsley asked, reaching out to take his hand.

Sirius tilted his hair back so that it was pressed against the house's wall. He chewed his lip.

"I thought that jacket had been burned," Sirius said. "I was wearing it when I was arrested. I know it just looks like a regular jacket, and you have no way of knowing this, but… but it was my first piece of Muggle clothing. I was wearing it the first time I held Harry. I survived a dozen of Order missions in it. I once told James to bury me wearing it, and Lily joked that that implied I'd ever take it off. I wore that thing everywhere, but I feel like a different person than I used to be, since I've been… free," Sirius said. He hesitated on the last word, and only settled on it as if he couldn't find anything better.

"I hate Azkaban," Kingsley said. "It's a godawful place. I don't think anybody can blame you for the ways it may have changed you."

"It's not that," Sirius said. He hesitated again. "You didn't know me before."

"That's true," Kingsley said. "Though I do hear marvelous things through Remus' vivid storytelling."

Sirius shifted again. "I worry that if you start digging into his past, you'll like that other man more."

He took the time to think about how to react to that. He threw the leather jacket over his shoulder and repositioned himself so that he was crouching in front of Sirius. He took both of his hands.

"I… I love you," Kingsley said. "In this completely baffling and unexpected way. I had no idea this would happen. I'm just here now, and I'm happy to be here with you. I don't want anything from you more than that."

He reached out and brushed a piece of hair away from Sirius' face, his hand hovering over Sirius' cheek. "Okay?"

"Okay," Sirius said, putting his hand over Kingsley's for a second. Kingsley smiled, and got up.

He pulled Sirius to his feet and back inside the house, stopping them in front of the mirror in the room. He helped Sirius back into his old leather jacket, and turned him towards the mirror. Sirius had obviously lost weight over the years in Azkaban, but the jacket still fit.

Kingsley wrapped his arms around his waist.

"I think you look as handsome as you could be in that thing," he said. Sirius leaned back against him, grinning.

"Is that so?"

"It so is," Kingsley said, burying his nose against Sirius' neck.

"Hmm. What else have you got in that box of yours, Auror Shacklebolt?"