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Sirius woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps running up the stairs. He smiled, realizing it meant Harry was home, but it took Remus shifting in his arms to remember exactly what position they were about to be found in.
Remus lifted his head and seemed to realize what they were hearing a moment after Sirius, but Harry's footsteps were on the landing. They hadn't talked about what they were, much less what they were going to tell Harry, and he was about to find them naked in bed together. Sirius panicked and pushed Remus onto the floor on the far side of the bed just before Harry opened the door.
“Sirius!” Sirius turned around and pat the bed next to him. Harry hopped up and leaned into Sirius’s hug. “Sleeping in?”
“Um, yeah.” Sirius pulled the blanket tighter around his hips. “Remus and I were up late last night.” He hoped Harry didn’t ask questions about it.
Instead, Harry blushed. “Yeah, uh. I was too.”
Sirius laughed. “Oh, were you? Want to tell me about it?”
Harry smiled. “Sure, but can we wait for Remus too? Where is he? He wasn’t in his room.”
Sirius was sure that Harry would be able to tell that Remus was in the room by the way his heart rate changed. “Uh, maybe he is in the bathroom?”
"No, it was open."
"The kitchen?"
Harry shook his head. "I flooed into the kitchen."
Sirius pressed his lips together, thinking fast. "Maybe he went to pick up breakfast?"
Harry pulled back from the hug to look up at Sirius in confusion. "You think Remus woke up early to go get breakfast after you both were up late? Remus?"
"He knew you were coming!" Sirius covered quickly. "He might have set an alarm."
Harry stopped to consider that for a moment, then looked excited. "Do you think he's getting donuts? Cause I could really go for one now."
Sirius laughed. "You know, he might be!"
Harry scooted to the edge of the bed. "I'm going to go put my bag away and then make tea. I bet he'll want a cuppa by the time he gets here."
"You're probably right. Make me one too, Haz? I'm probably going to shower real quick."
Harry looked back with a smile. "Of course. I wouldn't forget you." Harry turned and walked out of the room.
Sirius scrambled to the far edge of the bed. “Remus? Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry.”
Remus peaked out from under the bed. “You know, I’ve had some pretty bad experiences the morning after hooking up with a guy, but I think shoved out of bed and forced into buying breakfast just might top all the rest.”
Sirius swallowed hard. “Sorry, it was just he was coming in, and I panicked. We hadn’t talked about us or what to tell Harry and–”
“And now I’m going out to get breakfast.” Remus slid out from under the bed fully now, and moved to start putting on clothes.
“I’m so sorry about that.” Sirius sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ll go if you want me to instead. You don’t have to.”
“And what, do you have some polyjuice sitting around so I can be you for the next hour?” Remus shook his head and pulled his trousers up. “It’s fine.”
Sirius bit his lip as he watched Remus dress. “I know we just talked last night about me fighting for you, but this is not me not fighting for you. It’s just–it’s Harry, and I’m–”
“Harry is your priority.” Remus looked at him with a smile, and Sirius felt his pulse settle a bit. “I’m not mad. He should be your priority. It was also kind of funny listening to you scramble for an explanation. I’ll go out and get breakfast now. Donuts, apparently.”
“I’ll pay for them. You can get some money out of my wallet.”
Remus snorted. “You’re damn right, you’re paying. I’m getting myself a coffee too.”
“Whatever you want. A breakfast roll, too. Or an extra donut.” Sirius grabbed his hand. “Are we alright?”
Remus stepped closer, legs pressed against Sirius’s knees over the edge of the bed. He cupped Sirius’s face, stroking his thumb over his cheekbone. “You still like me?”
Sirius bit back the retort that Remus used the wrong L word, and merely answered, “Yes.”
Remus leaned forward and brushed his lips against Sirius’s. “Then yes, we’re alright. We’ll talk about it later, when Harry is busy or whatever.”
“I’d really like that.”
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“Oh, sorry. I didn–Oh. Hi.”
Remus hasn’t even bothered to look up before he heard the voice, and for a moment, he isn’t even sure if he really hears it. It’s like a shot from the past, someone he never thought he’d see again. Someone he isn’t sure he wanted to see again.
“Oh. Hi Sirius.”
“Remus, wow. It’s been so long. You look– You look really great.”
“Thanks,” Remus says. “You do too.”
He looks beautiful, of course. He couldn't even have the decency to get ugly in the years that have passed. Not that Remus ever thought that he could win that particular break up battle. Sirius was never going to be anything but beautiful. You’re so beautiful it hurts to know you, Remus had said one night when they’d laid on the top of Gryffindor Tower. He meant it. It’s still true. It still hurts.
Sirius glanced over his shoulder, then smiled back at Remus. “Could you stay? We could grab a table and catch up?”
Remus looks down. He doesn’t really have anywhere to be, but he’s certain he doesn’t want to stay. “I don’t know. I’ve got to–”
“Please, Remus?” Sirius asks, and Remus knows he’s going to say yes. He’s never been able to deny Sirius when he asks like that. “Come on. Just five minutes.”
Remus sighs, fidgeting with the scar across his knuckles as he considers. It’s new. One that Sirius won’t know, not like before when he’d memorized every part of Remus’s skin. “Alright. Five minutes.”
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They grab the only open table at the back of the shop, a small little two seater that feels far too intimate for the years that have placed distance between them. Remus holds his coffee mug between his hands, letting the warm liquid warm them. It’s close to the full moon, and his joints are already aching. Sirius once memorized every full moon for the next decade. Remus wonders if he still remembers them.
Silence drags before them, carried by the metaphorical elephant in the room. This was Sirius’s idea, so Remus fully intends to let him start the conversation or let his five minutes run out without speaking. It seems like it would be easier that way. It’s killing him not to fill the silence. Remus sips his drink instead.
“Merlin,” Sirius says, a strained chuckle choked out of his throat. “I don’t know what to say now. Sorry.”
Remus shrugs. He could make this easier on Sirius; he won’t make this easier. Why should he make this easier for Sirius? So, how have you been? Where have the years put you? I’ve thought about you every moment since I left. I miss you. I hate you. I still love you. I think I love you more than I hate you.
“What’s it been, ten years?” Sirius asks. “Where’ve you been?”
“Twelve,” Remus says, clearing his throat. “It’s been Twelve years.” Twelve years, nine months, three weeks, six days. Not that he’s counting. “I’ve been around, I guess.”
“I heard you left the country,” Sirius says.
“I did,” Remus says. “I–” he clears his throat. “I decided there wasn’t any reason to stay in England anymore.”
Sirius looks down–shame or regret, maybe both, coloring his cheeks pink. “Where’d you go?”
Remus sits back with a sigh. “Everywhere. No, that’s not me trying to be difficult. It’s just true. I started on the Continent–honestly, it would be easier to name the countries I didn’t send time in. Went down and stayed in Egypt for a stint, then East. India, Vietnam, China. A few dozen countries between.” He shrugs. “Everywhere.”
“Why didn’t you ever come back here?”
Remus huffs derisively. “Come on, Sirius. You know why.”
“I really don’t,” Sirius says.
“There wasn’t really anything to come back to, was there?” Remus snaps. “Not when all of my friends decided I was the spy and iced me out of everything.”
Sirius looks away, picking at the sticker on the outside of his coffee cup. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
Remus isn’t sure it’s worth anything. Or maybe it’s worth everything. Maybe it’s been so long it doesn’t even matter anymore. “Yeah, well.”
The silence returns, throwing its weight about in a space that once would have been filled with laughter. It’s a terrible reminder of what they once were, of what they no longer are. Remus considers whether there’s some way he can get up and leave now, or whether standing and walking away without a further word would be rude.
“What brought you back now?” Sirius asks quietly.
“Dumbledore,” Remus says. “Apparently traveling the globe as a freelance beast and creature control specialist makes you particularly well suited to teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and he’s in need of someone.”
“You’re going to teach Defense?” Sirius asks, clearly surprised. That burns Remus. What right does he have to be surprised? Why would he doubt that Remus is capable of doing this?
Remus huffs. “Of course, that’s what would surprise you. I’m capable, thank you so very much, and despite your beliefs a decade ago, I didn’t study the Dark Arts any more than you did.”
“Remus, that’s not what I meant–”��
“No, you know what, I think my five minutes are up here,” Remus says, standing swiftly. “I have to be off. Got lots to get done before the semester starts. Goodbye, Sirius.”
Remus walks out, despite Sirius’s protests, and apparates as soon as he gets to the alley behind the coffee shop and away from muggle eyes.
#Wolfstar#snitchwrites#do I know what this is?#no#Will there be more of it?#who knows.#things that demand to be written#professors marauders
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Trick or Treat!
Part 1.
Remus scratches his long ear, which buzzes a bit from the charm he uses on them. He uses the same costume each year because it's easy and he finds it funny, even if no one but James and Sirius really get it.
Remus braces himself as he hears James and Sirius coming down the stairs. Sirius has been tight lipped about what his costume is, which means Remus hasn't been able to prepare himself for it.
Last year, Sirius was a vampire nun (to match James’s vampire priest) and for some reason, the costume came with a slit up to his thigh, which Sirius took as invitation to wear fishnet stocking and heels. Sirius decided he needed to practice walking around in both for weeks, and Remus nearly died.
Death by Sirius Black's thighs, which apparently will be a recurring them this year.
Sirius hits the bottom step with a flounce of a short skirt that barely covers... well, anything. He walks right toward Remus, and it takes Remus a moment to drag his eyes up from Sirius’s thighs to see the rest of the his costume.
"Are you little red riding hood?" Remus asks, his voice a little huskier than he intended.
"Yes," Sirius says. He stops in front of Remus and pops his hip to the side, making the skirt bounce. "Such big eyes you have, Mr. Wolf."
Remus has to swallow a few times before he can form words again. "All the better to see you with."
Sirius smiles wickedly, and Remus feels like he might be the wolf and Remus is the one who is lost. "And what big hands you have."
"All the better to touch you with," Remus says, and it isn't until Sirius's smile turns amused and James snickers that Remus realzies he messed up the line. Remus doesn't just want a hug, though. He wants to touch.
Sirius takes both of his hands and places them on his bare thighs under his skirt, then sits down straddling Remus's lap. Remus's brain shorts out, and he tries very hard to keep his eyes on Sirius's face.
"Mr. Wolf," Sirius says, but his voice feels like caramel, sticky and sweet, "what big lips you have."
"All the better to--"
Kiss you.
He would have said it. Meant to, even. But before the words make it out of his mouth, Sirius is kissing him and Remus forgets the whole plot.
"I can't fucking believe that worked," James says.
Sirius breaks the kiss. "Mr. Wolf, what big teeth you have."
Remus laughs, breathless from the kiss. "Oh, I'm going to eat you alive."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Siruis say, and then kisses him again.
Trick or Treat!
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The first time that Lily Evans kissed James Potter, it was to silence him. It worked, naturally, and his hands came to cup either side of her face as he drew her deeper into the kiss.
Ignite, chapter 3
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wolfstar raising harry after POA snippet
“Hazza, can we talk to you for a moment?”
Harry looked up from where he was flipping through a quidditch magazine next to his bowl of cereal. “Sure?” There was an uncertain lilt to his voice, and it almost made Sirius smile.
“There’s something important we wanted to discuss with you.”
Harry’s eyes went wide. “I already know about, um, sex, so you really don’t have to worry about that. I don’t need to like, talk about it or anything.”
Sirius furrowed his brows, barely catching the bubble of hysterical laughter that caught in his throat. “That wasn’t what I wanted to talk about, Harry, but who talked to you about sex?”
Harry pressed his lips together, almost certainly regretting what he said and the fact that it seemed to push Sirius into wanting to discuss it now. “I–uh, well Fred and George had–”
“Alright, nope.” Sirius shook his head, not missing the way that Remus covered his mouth with his hand to hide his laughter. “I can already tell you that whatever they said is not accurate and should be immediately disregarded.”
Harry relaxed, slightly, and looked at Sirius shyly. “So, girls don’t have, um–” Harry looked around, glancing at Remus who had managed to school his features just in time “–teeth down there?”
Sirius just looked at Harry, certain that he misheard the question, because there’s no way that Harry actually thought there were teeth between a girl’s legs. “Teeth?”
“Yeah, Fred said that girls have lips down there, and between the lips are teeth that can bite you if they get angry.”
Remus started laughing again, and he made no attempt this time to hide it. Sirius bit back a smile as best he could, but it was a bit of a lost cause. “No, Harry. There are no teeth down there.”
Harry was smiling now too. “I’m guessing there’s no tongue either.”
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I Just Can't Stay (Away)
28.4k words, Rated: E, Complete, James/Lily. Happy birthday, @mabelexclamationpoint
It's the perfect meet-cute on the plane. They kiss in the airport, and promise to see each other again soon. Then, they find out the devastating truth: their parents are getting married. That should be the end, but it turns out, James and Lily have a hard time forgetting about their new step-sibling.
Read it here on AO3.
#i just can't stay (away)#james potter#lily evans#jily#step-siblings#strangers to step-siblings to lovers#snitchwrites
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If the face fits
Jily meet cute! ....well, this might be a meet ugly, but it's all I can think of. Based on a video I saw a while back, and I'll try to post it if I find it again.
NSFW below the cut.
Lily hates the first day at a new gym.
Trying out a new gym is always a bit uncomfortable. There are rules and expectations that are common across every gym, of course, but each one has its own culture that you really can’t know until you walk in the door. What is the flow around the equipment? What is the acceptable time on a machine? Where is the best vantage point to check out the gym hotties?
Lily despises walking in without knowing what to expect, but she and Mary moved to this city a month ago, and running outside is only going to get her by for so long. She needs some actual gym equipment. So, she’s braving gym visits.
This one, Marauders Fitness (“We solemnly swear to get you swole!”) caught her eye. It’s run by four guys, each of whom are sexy in that sweaty-abs-on-display sort of way, if you’re someone who is into that sort of thing. (Lily… Lily was into that sort of thing). They offered a three-day visit pass, and this is Lily’s first day.
She is already feeling the distinct exhaustion in her underused muscle, knowing that she’ll be deliciously sore tomorrow. All she needs is to lift some weights, and she’ll be done.
She pulls out her phone to text Mary, who is stuck at work, as she sits down on the weight bench. Only, she doesn’t actually sit on the bench.
Lily turns to look and jumps up again, just in time to see a guy with messy hair sit up from where he had laid down on the bench. “Oh, oh my god. I’m so–”
She turns and runs. There’s really no other solution now, right? As much as she liked this gym, she can never, ever return. She honestly debates leaving her bag in the locker room, until she realizes her keys are in there, and she doubles back for it.
“Hey, wait a minute!”
She turns to see Mr. Messy Hair coming after her, jogging to catch up. “Nope, sorry. I have, um, an urgent appointment somewhere else. Across town. I have to go.”
“You can’t go yet,” he says, walking beside her as she continues toward the locker room.
“Yes, I can. Can’t be helped, must go.” She tries to walk a little faster, but this guy is tall and his long legs take big strides.
“Well, before you run out, at least give me your name and number.” He looks down at her with a smirk, and she pretends it doesn’t make her stomach swoop. “You wouldn’t just sit on my face and run, would you?”
Lily groans. “You did not just use that line.”
He laughs, and it’s such a full, happy sound. “It’s terrible, I know, but you can’t blame me. It’s like a once in a lifetime kind of a line.”
“Listen, about that, I’m really sorry–”
“NOPE!” He smiles as he cuts her off. “You don’t get to apologize for that. I think we were both a little at fault for that one, so if you apologize, I’m going to have to apologize, then you’ll think you have to apologize, and we’ll be stuck in a playback loop.”
Lily scoffs. “Maybe, but only one of us sat on the other’s face.”
“You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He crosses his arms over his chest, a playful tug to his lips.
“Say what?”
He leans in, like he’s sharing a secret. “I really didn’t mind it that much.”
Lily feels herself flush. “I really have to go.”
“No, come on. You didn’t even finish your workout!” He gestures back at the gym. “Why don’t you finish? I can help if you want.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “Was that another double entendre?”
His eyes go wide. “No. I mean, not intentionally. I just meant–” He sighs. “At least tell me you’ll come back?”
Lily laughs, and there’s a hysterical note to it. “No, absolutely not.”
“What if I throw in free personal trainer services?”
She glares at him. “Do these services involve you laying on my weight bench?”
“No, I promise.” He waves over her shoulder. “I’ll even set it up with Sirius so you don’t have to deal with me.”
She looks over her shoulder at three guys who are still standing by The Weight Bench (an incident like that deserves a Proper Title), grinning like they enjoy watching this train wreck. One of them–Sirius, presumably–waves back.
It’s only then that the realization lands hard in her stomach. She’s seen this guy before. All of them. “Oh my god. You’re the owner?” She walks past him, a bit in a daze. “I just sat on the gym owner’s face.”
“It was a new experience for me, too.” He follows her as she walks back toward the locker room. “I’m James, by the way.”
“Lily,” she says, but she’s hardly paying attention.
“Are you still going to leave, Lily?”
A hysterical bubble of laughter pops out. “I should. I should move all the way back to my parents’ house and climb under my Barbie blanket and just give up.”
“You could,” James says. “Or there’s another option and–I might be a bit biased, but I think it’s a better option.”
“What’s that?” she asks, turning to face him.
“Go on a date with me?” He’s really very cute when he smiles, glasses a little lopsided (that might be her fault) and a crooked grin. He holds his hands up in surrender. “Face sitting optional.”
Lily laughs. She can’t help it; it’s just the most ridiculous thing to ever happen in her life. She holds up a finger. “One condition.”
“Anything,” he says.
“Please stop mentioning face sitting.”
#jily#james potter#lily evans#meet cute#meet ugly#they met and now they're going to fall in love#face sitting optional#snitchwrites
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The Prank, of sorts
I wrote this ficlet about Remus being a wolf animagus last night, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about this. So here's a follow up scene.
“Well, if it isn’t Hogwart’s own secret monster.”
Remus sighed and dropped his head. “Do you need something, Snivellus?” He turned to face Snape behind him.
“What are you doing out of your dorm? Don’t you know it’s after curfew?”
Remus looked at him with a raised eyebrow, hands clenched in the pockets of his robes. “I’m a prefect, Sniv. I can be out after curfew, just like you.”
“Yes, how did you manage to pull that off?” Snape walked up to him, circling around Remus with a snarl on his lips. “Did you threaten to bite the headmaster if he didn’t give you the position?”
Remus sighed. “What do you want?”
Snape sneered and looked at Remus like he’d won some sort of advantage, here. “I know what you are, Lupin.”
“And what, exactly is that?” Remus asked, bored.
“Werewolf.” Snape hissed the words at Remus, like a snake coiled and ready to strike.
“You think so, do you?” Remus rolled his eyes, but suddenly, a thought occurred to him. It was devious. The best prank he’d ever played. “And what if you’re right?” Remus looked up and down the hall. They were alone.
Snape looked at him smugly. “I know I’m right.”
“Seems pretty dangerous to challenge a werewolf.” Remus took a step closer to him, a deranged smile on his face. “Awful brave of you.”
Snape narrowed his eyes, but took a step back. “What are you doing, Lupin?”
Remus’s smile only widened. “I’m just wondering what you would do if you met me in my wolf form.”
Snape scoffed. “I’m sure you're kept caged to protect the rest of us from you.” He took another step back.
Remus raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure? And what if you’re wrong?”
Remus took another step closer to Snape, his paw landing firmly on the stone floor of the Hogwarts corridor. He grinned broadly, baring every single one of his sharp teeth. He took slow, calculated steps toward Snape.
Snape scrambled backwards, hands pressed against the wall behind him as he tried desperately to get away. “But–but it’s not a full moon!”
Remus growled, snapping his jaws menacingly, but without intention. It had the desired effect. Snape turned and ran down the hallway. He glanced over his shoulder, and Remus could see the fear in his eyes.
After he disappeared, Remus transformed back. He couldn’t stop the laughter that had him rolling on the floor holding his sides.
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Lily slid into the seat next to Remus at breakfast. She gave him a concerned look, and he steeled himself for bad news. “What’s up, Lily?”
“I just–I thought you should know.” She bit her lip and glanced across the room toward the Slytherin table. “Severus thinks you’re a werewolf.”
Remus rolled his eyes. “He’s been on about that for a while.”
Lily dropped her voice. “Yes, but now he’s telling everyone he saw you.”
Remus felt James, Sirius, and Peter all snap their heads toward him. He calmly picked up his tea and took a sip. “Oh? He thinks he saw a werewolf and somehow knew it was me?”
Lily tilted her head, like she was trying to keep everyone else from hearing the secret. “He said that he saw you in the hallway last night, and you turned into a wolf.”
His fellow marauders looked at him in confusion. Remus snorted. “Wait, so not only am I a werewolf, but I’m just freely roaming the halls of Hogwarts when I’m turned?” Remus stopped and turned his head like he was thinking. “Wait, was last night even the full moon?”
Lily sat back, considering. “I– I don’t know.”
Remus looked down the table toward Marlene, who was always tracking celestial movements for some Divination purpose. “Marls, was it a full moon yesterday?”
Marlene looked up and shook her head. “No, the full moon was a week ago. Why?”
Remus turned back to Lily. “I’m not sure what he saw, but if he thinks he saw a werewolf last night, he’s clearly not very good at Defense. Wasn’t it supposed to be one of his better subjects?”
Sirius laughed loudly across the table. “Looks like Sniv has finally snapped.”
“I hope he didn’t tell everyone.” James looked smug across the table. “That’d be awfully embarrassing to tell everyone you have proof of a werewolf when it’s only proof that you’re a nincompoop.”
Lily looked back across the great hall, where the Slytherins seemed to be laughing with a red-faced Snape sitting in the middle of their group. “Well, I– I don’t know.”
“You didn’t believe him, did you, Lily?” Remus tutted his tongue, turning back to his tea. “He’s got a bit of a vendetta for me. You should probably be careful what you believe.”
“Sorry, Remus. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Remus felt a little bad for his lie, but it was for the best. “Ah, Lily, it’s not on you. Sniv just needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.”
Lily turned back to her friends, and Remus took another sip of tea.
Sirius dropped his voice and leaned forward. “A wolf in the halls of Hogwarts, eh?”
Remus shrugged, barely concealing his smile behind his mug. “Wild, isn’t it? What a story.”
“Clever, really.” James took a bite of his toast. “If someone were a werewolf, and if a certain Slytherin was so insistent he knew the truth, he would be pretty discredited for saying he saw a werewolf in a building outside of a full moon.”
Remus smiled. “Well, wouldn’t that just be such a shame?”
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Trick or Treat! 🧡🖤🎃
"Oi, Moony," Sirius says. "Toss me a sweet."
Remus swallows, crumpling the wrapper in his hand. "Um... Sorry, you're too late."
"You ate all of them?" Sirius asks, baffled.
"You don't like sweets!" Remus says. "I didn't think you wanted any!"
"I just wanted a taste!" Sirius says. "You didn't even save me a taste?"
"Well, you're welcome to come kiss me if you want a taste," Remus says.
Sirius stops, freezes really, and tries to sort out of Remus is genuinely offering. They're friends. Just friends, not friends with a cheeky wink. But Remus has offered, and Sirius has never wanted to more.
"Y'know what," Sirius says. He climbs off of the floor and directly into Remus's lap in the chair, straddling his legs and cupping Remus's face with his hands. "Maybe I will."
Trick or treat!
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Trick or treat! 👻🎃
I fucking hate haunted houses, Sirius thought as he backed away from the deranged zombie dragging a clown's leg. Somehow, James had convinced him to come anyway, and invited Evans, and now Sirius is third wheeling his worst nightmare.
Sirus backs into something and screams. (It was a very many scream, and he absolutely did not shriek. More of a shout, really. A grunt. Sirius grunted when he backed into something. Shut up.)
"Oh, y'alright there?" the thing said, only when Sirus turns around, he found out the thing was actually a tall man with tawny curls and maginificent green eyes.
"Oh, um," Sirius says, and for a moment, he forgets about the horror beind him. He spins quickly, but the zombie has turned around to claim a different victim. "Yeah, sorry. I just--"
James is laughing so hard he's bent in half (though Sirius doesn't miss the way he's still holding Evans's hand). "Padfoot, you screamed so loud. This is the best. We should do this every weekend."
"Shut up, Prongs," Sirius says, turning back to the beautiful boy and absolutely not blushing. He's not. "Sorry, I ran into you."
"Sorry he screamed and wet himself when he did," James says, rather unhelpfully. Sirius doesn't miss the way the beautiful boy's eyes fall to his crotch (which is not wet, thank you very much).
"No, it was a very reasnable scream," the beautiful boy says. "In line. At the haunted house." He looks around at the long line behind them, still waiting to get in the door. "You know we're not inside yet, right?"
This, unfortunately, makes James laugh even harder. He throws an arm around the beautiful boy's shoulders. "Oh, I like you. What's your're name?"
"Remus," he says.
"You should stick around. Who are you here with?" james asks.
"No one," he says. "None of my friends wanted to come, and I decided I didn't want to miss out."
"Oh, well, now you're here with us." James turns Remusa round to face Sirius again. "Besides, Sirius here needs someone to hold his hand on the way through."
Remus looks him over with a raised eyebrow. "I bet he does," he says.
I'm definitely in trouble now.
part 2
Trick or Treat!
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Trick or treat! And have a wonderful day! 🧡
"That's what you're wearing?" James asks with a poorly concealed laugh. "You know what Moony is wearing, right?"
Sirius straightens the clasp for his cloak. "Yup. He's charmed his ears big so he can be the big, bad wolf."
"And so what, you chose to match?" James asks. "Just so you could sit across the room and pine at him?"
"No," Sirius says. "I'm going to make a move. Tell him what big hands he has."
"You're joking, right? All this time, and you're going to finally make your move with big bad wolf jokes?" James says.
"He's going to love it," Sirius says.
Part 2
Trick or Treat!
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trick or treat 👻
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Sirius holds Remus's hand and follows him through the haunted house. If he's honest, after the first few rooms, he gets used to the jump scares enough that he could--probably--go through without it, but he doesn't want to let Remus's hand go. It's large and warm in his own, and despite the fact that they are strangers, Remus is willing to comfort him and check in to make sure he's alright.
By the time they get out, Sirius is still holding his hand, but the bright lights as they exit seem to shine a light on how weird that actually is. Remus is virtually a stranger, but they're holding hands.
Remus seems to have the same realization at the same time, and they awkwardly free their hands as they walk into the gift shop.
"That was excellent," James says to Lily, walking a few steps ahead of them. "Really excellent. I almost got scared once."
Lily scoffs. "You were scared more than once."
"Nope," James says, leaning down to kiss her. "Not even once." he spins around, looking at Sirius. "How did you fare? Survived, it looks like?"
"He screamed like a baby through the whole thing," Remus says before Sirius can say anything. "Had to hold his hand the whole way through."
Sirius narrows his eyes at Remus. "Traitor."
"As if I didn't know," James says, looking between the two of them with bright eyes. "So, Remus. What are you doing now?"
Remus shrugs, glancing quickly at James before he says. "Just going home, I guess. I didn't plan anything else."
James and Lily both pointedly look at Sirius. "Yeah, I think we're heading home too," Sirius says.
James rolls his eyes and turns back around. He slings an arm over Lily's shoulder, and Sirius is fairly certain he hears something distinctly like Idiot when James kisses her temple.
"Right, well. I'm going to catch the train, so I should go this way," Remus points a thumb over his shoulder toward the nearest station.
"Right. James drove us so." Sirius turns and takes a step toward James and Lily. "Wait," he says suddenly, spinning back around.
Remus turns back toward him. "Yeah?"
"I, um." Sirius thinks quickly, trying to come up with an excuse. "I'm too scared to sleep. Do you want to sleep with me?"
James cackles over his shoulder, and Lily is stiffling a laugh too. Remus just smiles. "Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd really enjoy that."
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Pinned
Based on the website mentioned because I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since I found it. Thanks to @r33sespieces for reading over it for me.
Sirius found the website on a Tuesday afternoon.
He eyed it suspiciously at first. Kids nowadays were terrible about putting everything about their lives online. He could remember the days of the early internet, with a/s/l and the expectation that it was entirely a lie. No one knew who you were on the internet.
So, if this was just one more way for the stupid kids to put their personal information on the internet, then he wanted no part in it.
He clicked anyway.
Sirius found himself flooded with messages. Queer people from all over the world filling the map with queer love and queer experiences. He couldn’t stop clicking on messages.
where you first told me you loved me. we aren’t together anymore but you were one of the greatest loves of my life.
My first kiss with my best friend. We did it for a scavenger hunt photo. We both love each other. But when it comes to being in love, she fell for me too soon and I fell for her too late.
We kissed secretly between the isles of this walmart.
First time I said I was gay out loud.
Learned that I’m asexual, not broken <3
Surrounded by happy out gay people for the first time, I finally felt like it was okay.
I survived this town, and I will survive the rest.
I exist.
Sirius couldn’t stop reading the messages. Tears were streaming down his face. Nothing in his life ever made him feel more valid and more seen than looking at all the pins. He wasn’t alone. He was never alone.
Sirius wanted to leave his mark too.
He considered several options. His parents house, with a celebratory “I survived” message. Or Hogwarts Academy, where he’d first kissed a boy and realized that he wanted to kiss more boys. Or the pub down the road from the Potters’ house, where he’d first told James that he was gay the summer after he left home.
None of them felt as right as Remus.
He hadn’t seen Remus in years, but he still thought about him every day. He fell in love with Remus when they were both still kids–somewhere around age thirteen when Remus punched his distant cousin when he called Sirius the family disappointment. He’d pined for Remus for years before they finally found each other, and dated for a while before they’d managed to fuck it up.
There were a dozen places he could have pinned for Remus, each of them significant in their own way.
Sirius didn’t have to think about it at all. He scrolled through the countryside until he found the tiny, sparsely populated area in Wales where Remus’s family lived. It was here, under the old oak tree in their backyard when Sirius came to visit in after their fifth year, that SIrius had finally confessed his feelings for Remus and they shared the most idyllic first kiss.
Only, there was already a pin there.
We kissed here for the first time, and I realized I’d never want anyone as much as I wanted you. I wish I’d never let you go. I wish we’d tried harder. I wish we could have another chance.
Sirius forgot how to breathe. Remus missed him too. Remus thought of him too.
Sirius had no choice. He had to find Remus. Maybe they could have a second chance after all.
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For the @wolfstarmicrofic word antiquity, 665 words
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The tiny bell over the door tinkles as he walks through, alerting the staff to his presence. The proprietor pops his head out from the back of the shop, and his face immediately lights up when he sees Sirius. “Hello, Mr. Lupin.”
He looks like he has been hard at work on something. His sandy colored curls are frizzed up a bit, with a few stuck to his forehead. His cheeks are a bit rosy, almost enough to hide his freckles, but Sirius can still see a dusting of them there. He also has a smudge of something dark on his nose that he seems unaware of.
“Lord Black, I’m so glad you could come. I’ve got something for you in the back.”
He disappears again without another word, and Sirius is left to look around the shop.
Despite its humble appearance, Sirius is rather fond of this place. He stumbled into it when he had been fed up with the simpering yet ineffectual nature of business at Borgin and Burke’s. Sure, he couldn’t do away with them entirely, not with the vast number of antiquities that the Black Estate held, which he is trying to reduce now that he runs the Family, but it was nice to remind them that he could, and would, take his business elsewhere.
“Here we are, sir,” he says, laying a box on the counter. “This is something really special, I think.”
Sirius walks over to see the now opened box in his hands, and a delicate silver ring sits in the middle. The stone at the center of the thin filigree creating intricate knots of carved silver is deceptive at first look. It’s an emerald, or so it appeared when he walked over, but the longer he looks at it, it seems to shift to garnet. “It’s beautiful, of course, but you’re going to have to tell me what it is, Mr. Lupin.”
“Right, of course. My apologies, Mr. Black.” Despite his apology, Lupin can’t stop smiling at the ring in front of him. “This is apparently the ring of Morgan le Fay, gifted to her by Merlin when they were both only twenty years old. According to the legend, the ring contains a sample of Merlin’s power, and Morgan wielded the ring against him in the Battle of Parthley Fortress.”
Sirius picks up the box, examining it closer. “That is fascinating. Is it true?”
“I’m working on certifying it, but at this point, I believe it is.” He claps his hands together and bounces on his toes, clearly excited over the piece. “You were the first person I thought of when it came in. I know that your family is descended from Merlin, so I thought that, perhaps, you would be interested in it.”
“Quite,” Sirius says, “though I feel like it would be a waste to leave it sitting in a box.”
“Oh, no,” he says, grabbing it back from Sirius. “It must be gifted. I’m sure that the person you love would greatly appreciate receiving it as a gift.”
Immediately, Sirius’s mind fills with the vision of slipping the ring on Lupin’s finger, which is ridiculous since they’ve never had a conversation that lasted more than ten minutes. “You think so?”
“Oh, yes, sir.” Lupin hands it back to Sirius. “I would love it if you gave it to me.” He immediately goes pink, as soon as the words leave his mouth, and Sirius wants to kiss the blush off of his face. “I mean, I’m sure that anyone you give it to would love it. Your partner will love it.”
Sirius smiles, setting the box on the counter again. He spins it so that it’s facing Lupin again, and he looks away like he is embarrassed to see it. “Perhaps you’re right.” Sirius nudges it back toward him. “If only I had someone to give it to.”
“You don’t?” Lupin asks, and there’s no small amount of hope in his voice.
“Not yet, anyway.”
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chance would be a fine thing
for the @marauders-omegaverse-fest
Sirius is going into heat, and he is being sold the pureblood family with the best offer. To no one's surpirse, Sirius is less than cooperative. In order to show him what his alternative is, Walburga takes him to the middle of an alpha rut facility, and proceeds to lose him to a crowd of rutting alphas. Lucky for Sirius, there's a man with tawny curls who keeps him from being eaten alive--literally. However, even good intentions have consequences, and Sirius and Remus are bound to find out what these consequences are.
Read chapter 1 here.
#chance would be a fine thing#omegaverse#wolfstar#alpha remus#omega sirius#accidental bonding#snitchwrites
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AO3 is down, so here's a snippet for your entertainment. This is from a fic I'm working on for @r33sespieces 's birthday. Some of the details (like the ranks) may change, but I think you'll get the picture....
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“Lord Black, he’s here.”
Sirius looked up from the map spread out in front of him, the little figurines laying out the troop movements in front of him. He was glad for the break—the battle strategies were giving him a headache.
“Bring him in.”
Sirius moved to sit at his seat behind the desk. The desk was large and ornate and, frankly, ridiculous for a tent at the edge of the battlefield in the middle of a war, but Mother insisted that the Heir of the Most Ancient and Nobel House of Black needed to have it to impress upon his subordinates of who he was.
Sirius rolled his eyes. At least the thing could be shrunk and carried with a weightless charm. Imagine if they were muggles and had to actually carry it out.
A young soldier was pushed into the tent. He stumbled slightly, barely managing to catch himself before falling to the ground. He stood up mostly upright, straightening the uniform that hung loosely from his body while a light blush spread across his cheeks, before looking at Sirius.
Sirius sat back in his chair, arm draped over the back and chin resting in his hand. didn’t speak right away, giving himself a chance to look the soldier over. He was gangly, all arms and legs and feet that seemed disproportionately large to the rest of his body. Despite that, Sirius had the impression that the man was quite short. If Sirius stood, he suspected he’d be a full head taller than the man.
He was thin, too. Thin enough that Sirius wanted to check if the rations for the troops were sufficient. His hair was curly, but it hung limp like it needed a good wash and hair potion. His eyes were a dull muddy green, his face was covered in freckles, and Sirius could just see that his right incisor was crooked when he bit his lip nervously.
Frankly, Sirius thought he was gorgeous.
“What is your name?” Sirius asked.
The man jumped at Sirius’s voice, and his eyes went wide. “Uh, Lupin, sir. Ensign Lupin.”
Sirius had to bite back his smile to maintain his composure. “And your first name?”
His blush deepened, nearly covering his freckles. “Remus, sir.”
“Remus.” Sirius stood, moving around his table until he was standing in front of Remus. He was right. Remus barely came up to his shoulder, though his hunched posture might have been part of that problem. Sirius began to slowly walk around him. “Why are you in my tent, Ensign Remus Lupin?”
Remus looked down, and Sirius watched him swallow hard. “They want to send me home, sir.”
“And you don’t want to go home?” Sirius asked, coming around his back in time to see the way his eyelashes lay against his cheek as he closed his eyes.
“No, sir.”
“Why not?” Sirius asked. “I thought everyone was looking for an excuse to be discharged. Soldier isn’t exactly a popular occupation.”
“I can’t go home, sir.”
Sirius was standing in front of him again, resisting the urge to put a finger under his chin and raise his head. “Why not, Ensign?”
Remus sighed. “I’m my father’s only son, sir, and he’s not fit to come serve himself.”
Sirius furrowed his brow. “You do know that compulsory family service is excused if you’re discharged, right?”
“Yes, sir.” Remus raised his head to look Sirius in the eye—a bold move, most soldiers wouldn’t meet his eye. “But my family needs the money, and I don’t know what they’ll do if I come home.”
“Oh.” Sirius considered him, nodding. He didn’t really know what that was like—couldn’t really know. He was the first son of the King, next in line to rule the kingdom, and he had never known what it was like to want for money. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I know that doesn’t mean anything to you, sir, but my family is relying on me.” He looked away again, and Sirius felt his heart tug with the desire to help him, somehow. “I need to be able to help them, and I don’t know how I can do that if I go home. So I need to stay.”
Sirius moved back a few feet, leaning against the table with the maps and troop figurines. “From what I hear, your physical performance is substandard, and you’re not improving.”
Remus glanced up at him, and Sirius could tell that he hadn’t expected Sirius to know about that. He looked away again. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll do better. I’ll work harder. I’ll spend my free time running drills and working out so that I get stronger. I can do it.”
“Can you?” Sirius crossed his arms over his chest. “From what I’ve heard, you haven’t gained any weight since coming here, and that will inhibit your ability to get stronger.”
Remus’s face fell. “Sorry, I’m just not used to the food. I’ll do better. I’ll eat more.”
Sirius shook his head. “I’m sorry, Remus, but I can’t let you continue. It’s a risk to you and to your mates on the field.”
Remus bit his lip, looking like he might cry. “Please, sir. Is there something else I can do? I know I’m not cut out for this, but maybe I can do something else?”
“Something else?” Sirius raised an eyebrow at him. “Like what?”
“I don’t know, sir, but please.” Remus took a step closer, pleading look on his face. “I’ll do anything to stay.”
“Anything?” Sirius asked, eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lip. Remus inhaled sharply and his blush deepened.
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