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lexithwrites · 1 day
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Hi :) 80 + wolfstar
hi izzy!!
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80. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?”
slight TW for this one, just Sirius having negative thoughts about himself but just in case anyone is upset by that the warning is here!
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"I love you."
Sirius stared at him, eyes darting across his face to try and read any ounce of humour or deceit, but there was nothing there. Remus was being genuine, but how? How could he love him?
It was Sirius.
"You've had too much to drink, Moons." Sirius snorted, shaking hands moving to grab his wine glass and fill it up. Slightly contradictory, since Sirius had drank most of the wine that night. Maybe that's what it was; he was drunk and he misheard him.
"No, I haven't," Remus was frowning at him from across the kitchen island. "I mean it, Sirius—"
"No you don't,"
"Yes I do!"
"Stop it!" Sirius voice sent Remus back a step and he swallowed. The glass in his hand was shaking now, too, and Sirius put down the wine bottle before he accidentally dropped it on the floor. "You...you don't mean that, Remus. And it's fine, really, I'm not mad at you—"
"What are you talking about?"
"You can't love me, no, you don't love me," Sirius shook his head and took a long gulp, wincing at the burn in his throat. He fucking hated white wine. "We're friends,"
"If that's how you feel about me that's fine—" Remus tried to step closer to him again but Sirius backed up and against the counter.
"No, don't do that," he mumbled, his voice trembling. Remus was playing a cruel trick on him now, that's all it was. He felt sorry for him because Sirius couldn't hold a healthy relationship down and Remus had never dated anyone. It was all too convenient and it wasn't true. Remus didn't love him. "You're being mean."
He could never love him. He was a fucking mess.
"I"m telling you how I feel, how is that mean?" Remus didn't understand. He saw how Sirius looked at him, how often he touched him. He knew. He knew he wanted this so why was he denying it? "Sirius—"
"I don't believe you."
"Why not?"
"Because why would you love me, Remus? What good am I to you?" Sirius spat and that made Remus pause.
"You don't think you're good enough?" He whispered. Sirius hated being vulnerable, fuck. But now he had backed himself into a corner and couldn't escape. “How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?”
"Stop it—"
"I've always loved you,"
"Moony, please—"
"I mean it, Sirius. Ever since we first met I've been mental for you and I'm sorry but I need to tell you before I explode because I know—" Remus took his hand and Sirius jumped at how close they were. "—I know you feel something for me. I know I'm plain, and all I do is read my books and mind my own business, and I wear these ugly fucking jumpers and I smoke too much, but I know you feel it too, Pads. I see it in your eyes when you look at me."
Sirius looked up. Guess he wasn't as slick as he thought. He watched as Remus' soft brown eyes scanned his own face for something, anything, and he let out a whimper.
"But it's me," Sirius mumbled, putting down the glass and fisting Remus' jumper. They were always so soft and smelt so good, like sandalwood and pine cigarettes and him. "I don't deserve someone as good as you, Moony. I never have. S'why I never said anything."
"You silly git," Remus chuckled, tears welling in his eyes that made Sirius' mouth part in shock. He never saw Remus cry. "You say everything that's on your mind but that?"
Sirius' cheeks flushed. "Well, you know how I hate rejection—"
Remus pulled him against his chest and Sirius melted. Just like he always did. Then it slowly started to sink in that Remus loved him. He loved him. All these years of pining for him in secret—or as secret as telling James as often as he could was—just for Remus to love him back. Maybe he was a silly git.
"Can we promise to just tell each other everything from now on?" Remus mumbled into his hair and Sirius shivered. His voice always did that to him.
"Yeah, okay." He nodded and nuzzled his jumper. "S'always been you, Moony."
"I know," Remus replied, "and it's always been you."
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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is betrothed!
(145 words.)
Remus notices the nickname evolution. The stupid words Sirius attaches to Remus that make the boy smile and roll his eyes, pretending there isn't a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Moony, my moonshine, want to go to Hogsmeade?"
"Rem, darling, when's the potions test?"
"Remus, my beloved, my one and only, what's the name of that muggle device again? The one that spins and heats stuff up?"
"Moons, my complete and utter ray of light, could I borrow a book?"
Until one day it changes.
"Moony, my betrothed..."
Remus snorts a laugh, eyes still on his food.
"We're not exactly engaged, love, you'd have to ask first-" He glances up and freezes. Sirius is on one knee in front of him, a soft, nervous smile on his face, holding out a blue velvet ring box.
"Okay, sorry, I'll try that again. Moony, my soon-to-be betrothed?"
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theemporium · 10 months
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wolfstar fucking read stupid? maybe there is some jealousy involved?
thank you for requesting!🖤
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“Atta girl, sweetheart, just like that. Fuck—” 
You let out a muffled whine, your wide and glossy eyes staring up at the pretty boy who threw his head back as he let out a low moan. He looked gorgeous like this, head tilted back and neck on display, the tattoos littering his torso and arms as the sounds of his pleasure echoed through the room. He was so pretty and you just never wanted to look away, never wanted to move away from that angle. 
Sirius’ fingers gripped your ponytail like a handle, guiding you up and down his cock as your tongue eagerly traced along the underside of his cock. Your lips were red and swollen, a mix of spit and his precum drooling down your chin but neither of you cared as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 
“Merlin, you always were a fucking slut for his cock, baby,” another voice growled from behind you, large hands roughly squeezing and groping your ass. You whined around Sirius’ cock but the boy behind you just let out an amused chuckle. “Bet you would stay with his dick in your mouth forever if you could.” 
Your eyes fluttered shut when Sirius’ hips roughly thrusted into your mouth. 
“Maybe that would teach stupid pricks that she’s our whore,” Sirius snapped, his chest heaving with soft pants as he stared down at you, his eyes darkening in delight at the way his cock bulged in your mouth.
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were some of the best boyfriends you could have asked for. They were caring and attentive. They loved to spoil you rotten in any way they could. And they loved reminding everyone what belonged to them—including you. 
Especially you.
All it had taken was an overly-friendly project partner for the boys to see red. They got possessive and they got territorial and they happily reminded your project partner who you belonged to. And then they dragged you up to their dorm to remind you of the same. 
You didn’t know how much time had passed and you honestly didn’t care. All you knew was that your whole body felt like it was on fire, you were leaking down your own thighs and you doubted you would be making it to any of your classes tomorrow but you really, really didn’t care.
“Our pretty slut,” Sirius cooed mockingly, his fingers lightly tracing the bulge in your cheek like a soft, loving action. “Can you take it or is it too much?” 
You whined, wiggling your hips and both boys chuckled in response. 
“She was made for us, Pads,” Remus growled from behind you, swiping the head of his cock along your soaking slit. Your eyes fluttered shut as he slapped your swollen clit with his tip a few times. “Ours. All fucking ours.”
Your moan was filthy as Remus slid into you, right down to the base of his cock until his hips were snug against your ass. Sirius tugged on your hair, keeping you locked with his cock down your throat and you felt so fucking full. Your boys—both of your boys—so deep inside you and you could have happily stayed there forever. 
You saw the bright flash before you heard the familiar click of the camera, your eyes snapping open to look up at Sirius who just smirked down at you. 
“Just a little reminder what a whore our girlfriend is for our cocks,” he commented casually before handing the camera to Remus, who you could only imagine had a similar mischievous glint in his eyes as Sirius did. 
Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt his palm meet your ass. 
CLICK!
“Our whore. Ours.”
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kittykatkatelol2 · 9 months
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A Father's Day Special~ (Drarry, Wolfstar, Rosekiller, and Jegulus oneshots)
Total: 4 Oneshots/Microfics. Total Word count: 1476
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Drarry Oneshot~
"Daddy! Papa! WAKE UP!!"
Harry opened his eyes to see his sweet little boy, Scorpius, sitting on top of him in bed, with the biggest of happy smiles.
Harry looked over at his barely awake husband, who was trying to keep his eyes open, but otherwise looked lovingly over at his son.
"Good morning, sweetheart," Draco mumbled tiredly to Scorpius and then looking over at Harry and mumbling, "Good morning to you too, love,"
Draco looked as though he was about to go back to sleep when, Scorpius shouted,
"HAPPY DAD DAY, DAD AND PAPA!!"
His voice was happy and excited, it was adorable really.
"Thank you, Scorpius," Harry said with a small chuckle, sitting up in bed.
"I made breakfast!!" Scorpius says happily, grabbing Harry's hand and trying to drag him out of bed, and then doing the same for Draco.
"COME ON ITS GONNA GET COLD"
Harry smiled and shrugged at Draco who was already up, and still looked tired as hell, but was smiling warmly at Scorpius; Harry too got up and followed Scorpius downstairs, Draco at his heel.
The table was messy, it looked like food and juice were spilled on it and very poorly cleaned up. There were two plates, each with very burnt looking pieces of toast on it. There were also two glasses of milk, and a little of one's looked like a little had overflowed.
Scorpius was smiling proudly as his dads.
He had put a lot of work in this breakfast.
Harry and Draco smiled at Scorpius. They would eat straight up poison if it meant their son would smile.
"Thank you, Scorpy. It looks delicious."
"Yeah, it looks really yummy."
The two took their seats at the table, and started eating their mostly inedible food. They just smiled and acted like this was the most delicious food.
By the time they had finished eating, Scorpius somehow looked even happier.
"Soo now we can go to the park, and maybe get some ice cream, OOO AND THEN WE CAN-"
The two dads grinned at their son and Draco said, "We'll see, why don't you go upstairs and get dressed?"
Scorpius quickly nodded and basically ran upstairs from excitement.
"Happy Father's Day, love."
Happy Father's Day, Dray."
[Word count: 352]
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Wolfstar Oneshot~
"Good morning, Moony, Happy Father's day."
"Good morning, love. Is Harry awake?"
"Nah, mini-prongs is still sound asleep."
Remus still couldn't believe this was his and Sirius's first father's day as dads. And frankly, neither could Sirius.
Remus sat up in bed, looking at his husband as Sirius spoke again.
"I made some breakfast, and we are probably going to just chill with the child for most the day, unless you got plans?"
"Just hanging out with you and Harry sounds great to me."
"Sweet."
Remus got out of bed and followed Sirius out of the room, pausing a minute to check on baby Harry.
"First time in a long time we've been able to sleep that long without screamin."
"Truth."
The two went down stairs, a lovely breakfast had been made for the both of them. Eggs and bacon, with a small side of toast. It smelled wonderful.
"Thank you, Pads."
"Anything for my Moony. And Harry."
Remus sat down and was just about to start eating when crying could be heard from across the hall.
"I'll get him."
Remus quickly got up and went to Harry's room, scooping up the crying child in his arms and cooing to him and gently cradling him in his arms, hoping to calm the fussing child.
It took around ten minutes to get little Harry to calm down, and he was not going back to sleep at the moment, so Remus brought Harry with him back to the dining room, so they both could eat some.
"Hey, look who it is, finally up from his nap. I'll feed Harry, you eat. I've already eaten."
Remus nods and carefully passed baby Harry to Sirius, who then carefully holds him while grabbing the bottle of milk from the fridge.
"You sure you don't need any help?"
"Nah, I got it."
Remus nods and takes a bite of the eggs, it was as delicious as it smelled, if not more so.
The three spend awhile in the dining room, talking, eating, feeding. Everyone was in a good mood.
After around an hour, and everyone was fed, Sirius says,
"If you hold lil Harry, I'll go grab somethin."
Remus takes Harry from Sirius, raising his eyebrow at Sirius's words.
But before he can question, Sirius had left the room and went upstairs to their bedroom.
Sirius comes back a few minutes later with a small gift box and switches with Remus. Sirius taking Harry, and Remus taking the gift box.
"You didn't have to-"
"I know, but I did, because I love you."
Remus opens the box.
It was a clay mold of Harry's small hands.
Remus smiles at Sirius, he loved it.
"Thank you Sirius, I love it."
"Anything for my Moony. Happy Father's day, Moons."
[Word count: 428]
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Rosekiller Oneshot~
"Barty, you know it's father's day, right?"
"I am aware."
"So uh could you I don't know put the bloody knife down and help me with Rosie??"
Barty merely chuckles and puts his knife down.
"Oh alright, where's the little gremlin?"
"Thank god- she is in her room terrorizing the cat."
"So?"
"SHE'S TERRORIZING OUR CAT BARTY DO YOU NOT SEE THE ISSUE-"
"Alright alright, no need to yell at me, Evan, my ears work just fine." Barty says with a laugh, giving Evan a small peck on the cheek.
"She wants you, you know. Not me."
That made Barty stop for a moment, and smile a little, a real genuine smile.
"Okay, Ev, I am sorry, let's go spend the day with our little Rose." Barty says, hoping that that was enough of an apology.
"Its fine, let's just go."
They left the room and went into their daughter's room, to find Rosie chasing their cat.
"Rosie, hey, come here, leave Reggie alone."
The girl stops chasing the poor cat and looks up at Barty. She runs to him and Barty lifts her into his arms.
"Daddy!"
"Hey Rosie." Barty says, his voice soft and sweet towards his daughter.
Rosie is hugging her dad tightly.
"Luv you daddy," Rosie whispers sweetly to Barty as she gets comfortable in his arms.
"Wish she was like this with me-"
"She is, Ev, you're just a little jealous that I have her attention right now and not you," Barty says with a laugh.
"Its moments like these that make me really happy, B. Really happy I am your husband, happy that I am able to raise Rosie along side you. Just really happy."
"You are so corny, Ev. So corny. But I guess I feel the same."
They stand in silence, looking at Rosie with so much love. More love than they had ever felt, except for each other.
"Happy Father's Day, B?"
"Happy Father's Day, Ev."
The continue to stand in silence for awhile, just enjoying each other's company. Rosie was already falling asleep.
"How are we such cold hearted killers, and torturers, and thieves, but have such a sweet kid and are actually loving to her."
"No fucking clue," Barty says with a chuckle.
"Language."
"Screw you."
They peck each other on the lips, careful not to wake Rosie up.
"Love you, B."
"Love you too."
[Word count: 364]
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Jegulus Oneshot~
"Oh my god he's crying again," Regulus groaned as he listen to baby Harry's cries.
"I'll get him," James mumbles sleepily.
"No, I will, you sleep," Regulus whispers to James, giving him a small kiss on his forehead before getting out of bed.
James didn't protest and went right back to sleep.
"This is already a 'great' father's day. I am awake at two in the morning, with little to no sleep, with a child who refuses to sleep," Regulus grumbles to himself as he walks into Harry's room.
He gently grabs the crying baby from his crib and rocks him back and forth in his arms.
"Shh.. shh, baby, it's alright, papa is right here.." Regulus coos quietly to Harry.
Regulus sits in the cozy rocking chair that is usually used for reading and just rocks Harry back and forth, cooing to him, and cuddling with the child; trying to get him back to sleep.
It takes over an hour for Harry to stop crying his eyes out.
And when he does stop crying, he is latched on tight to Regulus, and Regulus doesn't have the heart to pry Harry off of him.
So they just rock back and forth for hours, until morning.
Harry sleeps for the rest of the night.
James comes into the nursery after waking up around six, and noticing Regulus wasn't in bed with him.
"Aren't you two just precious.." James whispers as he sees Regulus holding their sleeping baby.
"God I'm tired, James. This is only our first father's day, how the hell are we ever going to survive eighteen years?" Regulus asks in a whisper, as to not wake Harry.
"Well I am sure Harry won't always be a tiny baby, screaming his head off every five seconds, Reggie."
"Yeah, but-"
"No buts Reggie. We'll get through this, and you are such a great dad to him, we can do this. Happy Father's Day, Reggie."
"Happy Father's Day-"
Before Regulus can finish, Harry wakes up and starts to cry again.
"This is going to be a long day, ain't it?"
"Yeah, but we'll manage."
[Word count: 332]
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[A/N: I hope you enjoyed this father's day special type thing ! I worked very hard on it. Happy Dad day to all dad's out there !]
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exhaustedcatte · 8 months
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Are we doing this here? (yes)
Remus ran his sweaty palms over his suit, which did nothing to dry them off given that the material was very silky.
“My god, Lily, you should’ve asked someone else to sub in,” Remus muttered balefully.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed, accent thick – it only ever came out when she was nervous. “You made bigger numbers than Susan when you filled in for her last time.”
“I wish I was knee deep in editing instead,” he said, just to keep the banter going.
Remus wasn’t mad about Lily asking him to fill in for her co-worker, mainly because the carpet they were on was for a Period Era film whose book had him crying for days. No, he was just very out of depth being in front of a camera and not a screen. Besides, this must be what people call Nepotism. Remus was simply an editor, who cuts clips out and makes a nice video out of it. Lily, who’d pulled strings to get Snarky little Remus Lupin out here, did so with the intention of getting him to do some networking.
“No, you don’t, not when Black will be here,” she replied knowingly.
She knew too much, honestly. Lily simply barked a laugh when he told her that.
He tried to settle his nerves by doing a headcount of the reporters on the carpet. He thought he might reach Nirvana once he’d counted upto the 90 mark, but his cameraman starts clicking the little button with such force, Remus is startled out of the ‘counting sheep to sleep’ method he was using.
“Oh my god,” Lily applied her lipstick hastily. “Remus! Remus that’s Dame Minerva McGonagall.”
He bit his lip, trying to contain his own excitement. “Who gets her?”
They were both under the same network, it would make no sense for both of them to interview her with similar questions.
“Do you… do you want it?” Lily asked.
Remus saw the generosity in her offering her role model to him. “Of course not, Lils. I was only pulling your leg.”
She punched his arm. “I was about to replace you with Frank.”
Remus’ cameraman, Frank Longbottom, popped his head from behind the huge camera, “Oh, piss off.”
Minerva strode into their section after getting her photographs taken. Remus stepped away in awe. He’d never been so close to anyone famous, well excluding his one boyfriend – who wrote three love songs about him and then dumped him after the songs blew up. They’d been together at the cusp of his fame. Remus squashed the thought of Caradoc Dearborn, the nation’s favourite Pop Artist, according to Daily Prophet.
“Miss Minerva,” Lily smiled brightly, “you look lovely. Might I know who you’re wearing?”
“Why, you look beautiful yourself,” the woman smiled. “This was a work of Pandora Lovegood.”
“It looks stunning,” Lily reiterated sincerely. She segued into her question smoothly with, “The pantsuit must’ve been easier to wear than traditional Victorian outfits, right?”
“Oh yes,” she nodded. “Many, many layers.”
“This film is also your comeback after two years, how does it feel?”
They’re lucky they secured the entry spot on the carpet, because the other interviewers are likely to ask the same questions as these actors progress down the line.
“It’s very special. I’ve known the director, James Potter, for a few years now and working with him has been lovely because he really eased me into it,” Minerva spoke fondly of James Potter and it was all but a miracle that Lily’s knees didn’t give out judging by the dizzy expression that overtook her smile when her celebrity crush was name dropped. (Remus knew Lily as well as she knew him, so it was never a disadvantage really.)
“The trailer also broke records, have you got any anecdotes to spare about scenes that have been revealed?”
Minerva pondered for a few. “I found it very difficult to chase Sirius around set when he thought dropping seeds on my hat was a good idea. I almost had a pigeon infestation on me.”
“Did you have to run in the gown?” Lily laughed good-naturedly.
Remus also had to hold back a snort at the vivid image of the Dame running behind Sirius Black and a flock of pigeons trailing her.
“Running after him was a personal choice, it wasn’t a shot for the movie,” the actress said primly, making everyone laugh again.
“I wish the movie great success, it was lovely meeting you,” Lily bade her goodbye.
Minerva smiled once again before heading over to the next reporter.
“How was I?” Lily asked.
“Good, but a touch too nervous maybe,” Remus offered honestly.
“Okay.” She spotted Slughorn making his way over to them and straightened, “It’s go time.”
The old veteran was suited up in boring grey slacks and a grey suit jacket with a plain white shirt under. Remus wished there were less boring men’s outfits on the carpet, at least then it’d make it interesting for him to edit these things, it would provide great gossip material.
Lily breezed through the next couple interviews, trying to shuffle her questions between them to make it less monotonous for both parties.
When Narcissa Malfoy finally sashayed away, Lily slugged half of Remus’ ginger lemon tea. “This thermos is god sent, the tea is so warm.”
“I know. It was Caradoc’s last christmas present. But it’s so good, I couldn’t justify throwing away just because he was a shit ex.”
“His money anyway,” Lily winked. Her voice sounded too hoarse.
“Want me to go?” Remus asked.
Her shoulders slumped, a bit relieved. “I would appreciate that.”
Remus steadied his mind, just a few questions and that’s all there was. You can do this, you got this, it’s just a few minutes and – Holy fucking god.
Marlene McKinnon stepped out of her car in a sequinned dress, thigh high slit and tall pumps.
Remus managed to snag her first out of the sea of interviewers.
“Good evening,” he smiled. “You look gorgeous, very old Hollywood.”
Her blonde hair was pinned up, lips painted blood red, mole under her eye, black sequinned dress glimmering in the flashes of the cameras.
“Thank you so much, but I have to thank Fortescue for this.”
Her ability to understand cues was very well appreciated by Remus.
“I must say, your role in the movie seems to be rather demanding psychologically,” Remus started off strong, “judging by the book and the trailer, of course.”
Marlene blinked away her surprise fast. Women were usually not asked about their character’s personalities very often.
“Harriet is a bit of a character,” she said eagerly. “She’s too strict on herself and clearly a bit emotionally constipated,” Marlene laughed.
“Was it difficult to recover from that kind of a role?”
“It was,” Marlene’s surprise bled into her voice. “Harriet’s strictness with herself often translated into her constantly picking herself apart so my confidence did see it’s ups and downs.”
“And she’s also Irish!“ Remus redirected towards something lighthearted. “How was working the accent for you?”
“I’m so used to London, it took a lot of work to get my pronunciation as close to a native as I could,” she admitted sheepishly.
Remus grinned, watch pulsating silently on his wrist. “Well, Harriet, I wont keep you long, for your duties call you elsewhere.”
“Wow,” Marlene laughed, “you’re better than Sirius, man!”
“I wouldn’t make it past auditions, Marlene,” he deadpanned.
She giggled. “Give yourself some credit. Sirius only remembered his dialogues when he had to whinge about me.”
Remus shifted back, on his hip, “Harriet, dear, don’t you have somewhere to be?”
Marlene guffawed, “Oh, you’re good.” She waved as she was led away.
Remus didn’t get a refractory period when the next actor swarmed in.
After six successful interviews Remus started to loosen up. He managed to land a few jokes based on the knowledge of the actors and their characters.
“Are you the interviewer that Marls said I had to meet?”
Remus turned around.
Sirius Orion Black.
He was wearing proper Victorian attire. A ruffled white blouse, a midnight blue paisley vest with gold embroidery, charcoal slacks and tailcoat. His hair was tied back with a gold ribbon. God. He looked delectable.
Remus’ brain sent pure dumb into his head and he fish-mouthed. “You cut quite a figure in that suit.”
“It’s an Ollivander custom,” Sirius grinned, eyes shining. Oh, his smile. “I see you’re dressed to star alongside me too!”
Remus cracked a smile. No one had commented on his commitment to the part yet. He was also similarly in Victorian garbs, but he decided to take a simpler route by thrifting and sewing them himself.
“It’s a Remus Lupin special,” he said. After a pause, he motioned to himself, and added, “I’m Remus Lupin.”
“You’ve got quite the talent in suit making, Lupin. Want to make one for me next time?” Sirius leaned in close. Remus could smell the decadent notes of vanilla and coffee in his perfume.
“I’m not all that talented,” Remus said modestly. “I might be better at taking a suit off than putting it on you.”
What the hell am I doing? On Broadcast! Oh, he’s so fired. Lily pinched his arm from behind.
But Sirius Black grinned widely, very obviously looking him up and down, “You certainly have the permission.”
Remus smirked. “Alright now, let’s keep it media-friendly. Tell us, Sirius, you’ve taken on the role of Sir Fitzwilliam Grey, who is notoriously difficult. What was being such a frustrating man like?”
“Frustrating,” Sirius laughed. “He definitely was written well, but boy, he got on my nerves a bit.”
Remus also smiled, agreeing, “It’s true, the book almost made me pull my hair out.”
“You can pull my hair instead,” Sirius winked.
Remus swallowed, before smiling brightly. “Ah, but I don’t put out until the fourth date at least.”
Sirius snorted, “I was talking about braiding my hair.”
“Mm, either ways, I am good with my hands.”
Sirius hid his face in his palms, shoulders shaking with laughter. Remus felt proud of himself for making this man laugh. God, he looked really beautiful.
“So,” he cleared his throat at Frank’s pointed gaze. “James Potter is your best friend and this isn’t your first production together. But you mentioned this project was very close to you, why so?”
“I grew up in a family like Grey’s, so I could understand why he behaved the way he did – I was much like him until I met James. So now I’m not welcome home anymore,” Sirius snickered lightly. This news was known to the public for a while, but it was still a sore subject.
“You’re welcome to my home anytime,” Remus winked, trying to make it lighter on the viewers.
This time, Sirius actually blushed. “I’ll make a note of that.”
“Your first film was also a period era movie, was it nostalgic going back to your roots, in a sense?”
“A little. I was too nervous to experience everything the first time, so this felt like redemption,” Sirius said. Then he broke into a jive, “Redemption is leaving the man you dreamed of~”
Jesus. Caradoc Dearborn through the mouth of Sirius. But Sirius had a really nice voice, rich and robust.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I keep singing that song, must be because I’ve been hearing it a lot on the radio.”
“Yeah, me too,” Remus said stiffly. Lily snorted into her palm.
“Oh?”
“Er, my ex… he was a huge fan of, um, Caradoc Dearborn,” Remus felt his eye twitch.
“Oh.”
“He’s my ex,” Remus shrugged. “It’s fine.”
“Oh yeah, absolutely. If he left you, then he was probably a right Fitzwilliam Grey, eh,” Sirius giggled. “Or like, Earl Grey. A bit basic.”
“You’re right.” He leaned in a bit, heart jumping when Sirius mirrored his action. “I much prefer it Black.”
Sirius’ ears were slowly getting red, probably like his own. “Everyone likes black tea, Remus.”
“We all have good taste,” Remus nodded importantly, willing himself to stand his ground.
His watch beeped, breaking the moment. “Oh, we’ve run out of time. Have you got any last remarks?”
“I hope you watch the movie,” he said to the camera. “And let me know how it is,” he turned to Remus.
“Well, it has been a pleasure to talk to you Mr Black,” Remus smiled his professional smile.
“You too, Remus,” Sirius said softly. “I will see you sometime.”
That sounded like a promise if he’d ever heard one.
Sirius strode away, but Remus noticed him peeking back at where he was stood.
“What on Earth was that Remus?” Lily squealed. “How can we possibly use this footage?!”
“We can, I think. It’s guaranteed views, Lils,” Frank interjected.
Remus blushed. “Sorry, I don’t know what got over me.”
“Thinking with the wrong organ, most likely,” Lily muttered, but she sounded too fond and too impressed to be mad.
“Most likely,” Remus echoed, once again on the receiving end of The Sirius Black smile.
His phone rang six times before he even considered picking it up.
“Hey,” he croaked. “I met the deadlines and uploaded it yesterday evening.”
Lily, who had been pestering him to get the interview out before the movie’s first day, didn’t utter a word.
“Lils?”
“Have you seen the comments?”
Oh, god.
Remus sat up in his bed, blankets falling in a pool around his naked torso. “Should I?”
“Yes.”
He pulled up the video, and immediately was stunned by the 2.3 million views on it. “Holy shit?”
“Read the comments, lad.”
laralare: um id tap his ass too sirius, get in line
beyzoz: not in front of my saladfsusjro?!
flour: am i jealous of sirius or remus lupin?
patricknorth: 6.57 im gay now
gillian: look at the eYES sirius makes when remus mentions his ex!!
hollyhollyday: the blatant flirting?! jail. my single ass is sobbing at 2am
freyja: i like lupin. we need him on more carpets.
doorathea: sirius looks so hot, id hit too. so yeah, remus was just being gay, not unprofessional.
Remus laughed incredulously at the number of comments in support of this tomfoolery.
“Now, Remus, I want you to breathe and go on Twitter.”
“Lily!”
Twitter was flooded with trends. About Him. And Sirius. Together.
#remusirius
#sirius black flirting
#remus lupin
Remus found many tweets – mostly laughing at the pair and dissecting the interaction. But it had felt so natural even to Remus so he had left it in, thinking it was amusing. Clearly everyone agreed.
The topmost tweet however.
SiriusBlack:
Last night was one of my favourite nights ever. I hope tonight you all can enjoy the movie too. Dress victorian, thrift and sew your outfits, have some fun!(a borrowed idea) when in rome, do as the romans do, (or is when in remus more apt? lol) enjoy!!
Remus screamed into his phone, blushing at the innuendo.
“His publicist loves you or hates you.”
“Let’s hope she’s obsessed with me, because.”
“Uh oh, Remus. Remus, what are you doing?”
“Nothing!”
RJLupin: im going to the movie w my best friend this weekend.
SiriusBlack: oh he’s in my dms now
RJLupin: too presumptuous?
SiriusBlack: the right amount i think.
text me here– xxx
“Remus…?”
“Might’ve scored a date with Fitzwilliam.”
“Remus! Caradoc could never!”
Remus laughed.
(a/n: based on a prompt i saw on pinterest lol. can you tell i can’t flirt for my life. or that i have no idea how red carpets work? i wrote this at ass o’ clock, so please forgive the lack of research and feasible scenarios that went into this. i hope it put a smile on your face at least.)
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whisper - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 902
Tw: physical abuse / parental abuse
(he gets comforted i swear)
Sirius was having a nightmare again. It seemed like he was always having those nowadays ever since he’d left Regulus in that house, even if he had his brother back now he couldn’t shake the fear, the guilt.
He was huddled in a corner of the kitchen shielding regulus from view as best he could as their faceless mother screamed. flashes of light bounced around the room
“SELFISH. UNGRATEFUL. DISGUSTING CHILD.” she howled every word punctuated by a flash of light.
Each spell missed, her focus disrupted by her anger, eyes wild with rage. Usually she was quiet when she was angry, cold, steely, and cruel. Tonight was different, tonight was red hot and desperate. Another flash of light and he was struck by searing pain, his vision went white hot. Someone screamed he couldn’t tell if it was him or Regulus. there was nothing but pain. endless unbearable pain.
his eyes flew open and he sat up straight, cold sweat dripping down his neck and back. Sirius drew in a shaky breath and pulled his knees up against his chest. He was in the Potter’s house, Regulus was just down the hall, they were safe, they were fine. Despite the fact that he knew his brother was fast asleep and completely safe, Sirius pulled back the covers and slipped out of bed tiptoeing out of his room and down the empty hall. Regulus’ door creaked open quietly and there he was, in bed with James curled around him smiling softly in his sleep, Sirius smiled too. He eased shut the door and stood there, one hand on the doorknob.
“Pads?” Sirius jumped Remus had somehow managed to silently creep out of his room into the hallway
“Jesus christ moony-“ Sirius hissed just above a whisper “what the hell are you doing up?”
Remus raised an eyebrow “I have a better question, why did I wake up at two in the fucking morning to you blundering down the hallway?” Remus didn’t look annoyed, just concerned.
Damn his incredibly pretty best friend and his extra sensitive werewolf senses. “Just checking on Reg and Prongs, someone had to make sure they were keeping it pg” Sirius forced a grin but it didn’t do much to hide the way his bloodshot eyes avoided his friend’s gaze.
“Another nightmare?” Remus asked softly it wasn’t really a question he already knew the answer but sirius nodded anyway. “wanna sleep with me tonight?”
“yes please-“ his voice was barely above a whisper but Remus seemed to hear him loud and clear.
Sirius followed Remus into his bedroom and slipped into bed next to him. He felt so small and weak in the big bed like he was sinking into the mattress and it would swallow him whole, then strong arms wrapped around him and the feeling evaporated. He buried his head in Remus’ chest and Remus ran his fingers through Sirius’ dark curls.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Remus asked softly it wasn’t demanding, it wasn’t required, it was a simple invitation, and it meant the world to Sirius.
Sirius shook his head gently
“You didn’t deserve it, Pads, whatever she did, neither of you deserved that.” Sirius’ bloodshot eyes were becoming glossy with tears again.
Sirius just buried his face deeper into Remus’ sweater and Remus’ free hand began tracing stars on his back. It calmed him and his eyes began to flutter as Remus whispered comforting words to him that contrasted the screams he’d woken up to. He drifted off to sleep in the arms of his best friend and the boy he loved.
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seven-ruins-it · 11 months
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wolfstar prompt
At ten years old, on a resort exclusive beach in Spain, Sirius fell in love with a boy with sandy curls and a complicated attitude. 
Fifteen years later, in Dublin, he encounters a tall curly-haired man with a thick Welsh accent currently arguing fiercely with a cabdriver trying to scam him.
He falls as quick as the first time.
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beautitudes · 1 year
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Wolfstar raising Harry AU in which Sirius is a pianist and...  
"All right, Harry, remember what we talked about?"
"What?"
Remus smiles. The concert is starting in just a couple of minutes and Harry is squirming in his lap impatiently, craning his head to see the stage better at any given time even though it's empty for now.
"When daddy comes onto the stage, we don't..."
Harry frowns at Remus. He sighs and kisses his forehead before he continues.
"We don't shout 'daddy', right?"
"Right!" Harry nods at him, agitated. "Or daddy won't be able to concertate."
"To concentrate, Harry. But I like your word more than mine. Mine is boring."
"He's so adorable. How old is he?" The old lady next to them asks and Remus beams at her.
"He is four. It's his first concert, so wish him luck. Or me."
"Good luck, sweetie. You said that his father is going to be on stage?"
"He is the pianist, yes."
"But he is so young himself, I didn't know he had a son!" The woman gasps.
"A little mystery never hurt anyone, especially Sirius Black," Remus answers and for a moment, there is a glint of mischief in the corners of his lips.  
"And you are his..." The lady starts.
"He is my Moony," Harry interrupts and glares at her. "And I love him very much."
"What do you me..."
Thankfully, the lights dim and the lady falls silent mid-sentence. The audience applauds when the musicians come out, then the conductor, and then...
"Daddy!"
Remus swiftly covers Harry's mouth with his hand and immediately ducks his head. They giggle together, while Sirius takes his place in front of the piano. When Remus looks up, Sirius' eyes shine with laughter and love.
"I forgot that I can't shout. Daddy won't concertate now?" Harry whispers as quietly as he can in Remus' ear.
"I bet he can concentrate alright, Harry. Now shh. Let's watch."
Afterwards, when Sirius leaves the music hall and approaches them on the street, Harry runs up to him and Sirius lifts him up and hugs him tightly.
"Hey, sprog! Did you like it?"
"Yes, I did, and I liked the ladies with the violets, too!"
"The violins, Harry," Remus corrects him and kisses his husband tenderly. "You were wonderful, darling. And Harry was listening and watching you the whole time and..."
"They all looked like princesses, daddy," Harry whispers loudly.
"Who... Oh, the violins ladies?"
Harry nods solemnly.
"And here I was, fearing that Harry was going to take my place as your number one fan," Remus snorts.
"Moony, I'd never dare compete with them. I'm stuck with you forever."
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writer-of-sorts · 10 months
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written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: field
Sounds of whooshing brooms and chanting crowds fill the Quidditch stadium. Hovering mid-air, Harry faces the sea of scarlet and golden while waiting for the whistle. He could spot his godparents a mile away.
The two middle-aged men cheer loudly in the Gryffindor stands, their cheeks streaked with red, wearing matching Potter jerseys, and holding a homemade banner that says —with big messy handwriting that can only be Remus’, and little drawings of flittering snitches that can only be Sirius’— WE LOVE YOU HARRY!
Harry shakes his head, grinning. The whistle trills through the field, and then he’s off.
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0-3lli0t-0 · 17 days
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((I KNOW I LATE BUT HERE :) also its kinda long so i hope you do read it all it was fun to write !! :D ))
March 10th (Part 1/2) Remus woke up to the sunlight pouring into the empty dorm room. He ran a hand down his face rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. A yawn escaped his lips as he sat up stretching his joints cracking slightly. He exhaled and slowly got to his feet, doing a brief glance around the room, again noticing that it was empty. It confused him, normally the others were notorious for sleeping in on a weekend and Remus was not. He pushed the thought aside and began to get dressed for the day. He pulled on one of his famous ‘Moony’ jumpers as Sirius called them and a pair of cozy trousers. He picked up his messenger-style bag off the floor and placed it on his bed for the time being. He put in a few books; Little Woman as well as another that Regulus had recommended to him. He tucked his way into the bag, as well as his journal and a regulus muggle pen. He preferred to use them instead of quills. He closed his bag and put it over his his so it sat across his body. He ran a hand through his hair tousling it slightly. He slipped on a pair of coffee-coloured Converse before leaving the dorm and making his way down into the common room. Still, his friends were nowhere to be found, and a slight frown formed on his face. Had they forgotten?
"Good Morning Remus," The sound of Lily's cheerful tone broke through Remus' thoughts.
Remus formed a small smile, "Morning Lily" he replied. "Do you know by chance where the others are?" he asked.
Lily's smile turned into more of a mischievous grin. "Oh yes, I do believe they are in the great hall. They all wanted you to sleep in on you birthday morning, Happy Birthday by the way."
Remus' shoulders relaxed a bit, "Thank you Lily." he replied. "Have you already gone and eaten? Or would you like to join me?"
"Oh I've gone already, you go on," Lily replied. Her smile scared Remus a bit, it had to mean that the others mainly James and Sirius were up to something.
"Okay, well I'll see you around Lily," Remus said and began to head towards the exit of the common room and out into the hallway. He exhaled a little, as he headed down the corridors and towards the great hall.
Once he stepped inside he wished he hadn’t. As soon as he stepped in. He heard two loud and booming voices of James and Sirius echo around the hall.
"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you Happy birthday dear Moony Happy birthday to youuuuu!!"
Remus' face grew bright red, he really didn't like being the centre of attention. Did he appreciate the gesture he wished they hadn't gone and done it in front of the whole school. He turned to walk out only to be greeted by Lily who snapped a Polaroid photo of him.
Remus blinked from the flash and walked passed her without a word, heading towards the library. He didn't want to have to face all those people. He could hear Sirius shout after him but he didn't quite catch what he was saying.
To let out a long exhale as he entered the library, he walked over to the back corner and sat in one of the cozy chairs there. He set his bag down and pulled out his book. He brought his legs up onto the chair. He opened where his bookmark was and picked up where he last left off before bed last night.
He had been reading for about five or so minutes when he heard the footfalls of someone "Moony I am so sorry," Sirius began to day. "I thought it would be a fun idea great way to start off your birthday but clearly I was a complete fucking idiot and ruined everything, I know you don't like attention, I know what the hell I was thinking." Sirius rambled on.
This brought a light chuckle from Remus, he closed his book and slipped it back into his bag. He then got to his feet and smiled at him, "It's okay Sirius, it was a nice thought. Maybe just next time try and contain it to just our friends, the whole school doesn't need to know" he said.
"i beg to differ but as you wish Moony" Sirius smiled at him. "Will you come back to the great hall, Pete and Lily made sure that your favourite breakfast would be there... and i made you some tea"Remus smiled a bit, "Sirius, my favourite breakfast is toast. We always have toast" he said "But thank you anyways" he said. "yes let's head back."
They two headed back and they sat side by side at the table. Remus happily ate the toast that was made for him and sipped the tea, which he did use a spell to heat it up again as it did get a bit cold. He conversed with his friends, each of whom apologized for the scene they had created, of course, Remus forgave them. He even let Lily keep the photo for the memories. part 2:
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the--fith--marauder · 17 days
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BOUQUET
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JILY AND WOLFSTAR ONESHOT
After years and years of fantasies and day dreams, James Potter was finally at his and Lily Evans' wedding. Well actually, soon to be Lily Potters' wedding.
All of his fellow Marauders stood by him, each of them his best man because how could he choose just one of them? They were all best friends so why put one above the others. And remember, they all swore to it in 3rd year.
“No matter what, we'll all be each other's best men! So we don't need to make anyone feel left out!”
They had just had the ceremony. James cried, so did Lily. Sirius did, trying so desperately not to show it and there were definite, but not obvious tears down both Remus and Peters' faces. Beautiful vows exchanged, a shiny diamond ring and most importantly, the kiss.
“You may now kiss the bride..” James had been waiting for those words since the dawn of time, and finally his dream was now a reality.
He watched his new wife walk down to the edge of the dance floor, bouquet in hand as all the ladies gathered behind her in a group to try and desperately catch it. After all, who didn't want to be the next one married? James sat at the bar, not two metres away, with Remus at his side, waiting for the event to unfold.
He turned to Remus, noticing the sweat dripping from his face and the uneven breathing.
"Moony, you good?" James had asked, concerned for his friend.
"Oh..yeah Prongs" Remus said, wiping his forehead and tighting his grip inside his own pocket.
The pair returned to watch, as Lily was about to throw the bouquet of flowers into the small herd behind her. She raised her arms and all the ladies began to reach upwards. But Lily stopped, she turned around to face everyone and brang the flowers back down to her chest. The music halted, and was no longer blasting in people's ears, it was now soft and gentle.
She walked away. No. She started walking over to someone. She clicked her heels past every girl in the small group and placed the bouquet in Sirius' hands. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows confused, that was until Remus joined the pair and Lily backed away with a smile, soon joined by James, holding her close.
Sirius softened his gaze at Remus, smiling contently. Remus got down on one knee, and pulled a ring, presenting it to his boyfriend, proudly.
Sirius began to tear up, clutching harder at the flowers' stems.
"Sirius Black, you have been: my best friend, the light of my life, my escape, and my love for years. I have loved you in more ways than one, and I will continue to love you until the petals of an iron daisy wither away...so I'll always love you..." he clarified after a short pause, giggles were heard from behind the soft leaves of the flowers.
"With great joy, I ask you Sirius..will you marry me?" Remus said, smiling and eyebrows knitted together.
Sirius covered his eyes as to not show his tears, he nodded his head continuously, and dove on the floor in front of Remus to lock him into a hug.
James' grip on Lily's waist had tightened and he grinned from ear to ear. He didn't think that anything could make this day better, but know and behold he gets married, and his best friends get engaged.
The engaged couple, slowly rose up to a stand, still clinging onto eachother will happy smiles and giddy eyes.
Peter was the first to congratulate them, pulling the pair of them into a hug. "Wow guys, always a flare for the dramatic.." He said, smiling.
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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is lovesick!
(331 words.)
Euphemia knows her boys.
James has always been easy to read. The boy takes after his father, with the way he can't hide the emotions on his face. Not only that, but he's not one for secrets. He'll talk to Effie about anything, and she's pretty sure she knows him better than she knows herself.
Sirius is a little more difficult, but she thinks she's getting there. He spent years of his life forced to conceal every real aspect of himself, so he reveals his emotions through miniscule glances, a hand twitch, pressing his lips into a thin line.
She's beginning to learn his language, doing little things to make sure he knows how welcome he is in the house. She'll ask him to clear the table, or help her in the garden, his face brightening ever so slightly every time. Everyone watches him relax into their family and slowly begin to open up. He won't become an open book overnight, but she thinks she's getting pretty good at reading him.
It's the four of them over the summer that prove her right.
Remus and Peter are over for the week, sitting out in the garden on the second day. Effie's washing dishes the muggle way, unwinding, watching the four from the window. The sky's darkening as James and Peter get up and walk away, leaving Remus and Sirius alone.
Remus says something, and, well, the boy is funny, but not funny enough to warrant the laughter that overcomes her son. His whole face turns red, a grin on his face. It throws her for a moment, until Remus rolls his eyes and gives Sirius a playful shove. Sirius turns back to face him with a look that Euphemia can place with ease. It's the look on James' face every time he mentions Lily, on her own the day Fleamont proposed to her. One that Effie can only describe as lovesick.
Oh.
Sirius is in love. That much she's sure of.
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theemporium · 10 months
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in need of wolfstar smut ideas?? say less!!
wolfstar x reader where wolfstar gets hit on by two girls who are older than reader and reader waits for them to say something to the girls but they kind of like seeing reader get all riled up and when she leaves to go dance they smirk at each other before they see her take off her jacket and walk onto the dance floor where like all the guys start flirting/dancing with her and they make eye contact with each other and JEALOUS BATHROOM SEX SCENE! okay sorry🤭🤭
i found this in my docs from last night? so apparently i came back from a night out and wrote it and don't remember it? anyways lowkey shit but i am too lazy to fix it😭thank you for requesting!🖤
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It was stupid. 
You had no reason to be insecure about your relationship, and you weren’t. Not in the slightest. You knew that your boys wanted you. You knew you were the one they loved. You knew at the end of the night, you would be the one that would go home with them.
But the girls all over them didn’t seem to know that.
It wasn’t an unusual sight to see girls flanking all over your boyfriends and you honestly couldn’t blame them. They were both absolutely gorgeous in their own rights. Remus with his sandy brown hair, broad shoulders and thick arms. Sirius with his pretty face, charming smile and irresistible charm. 
Your boyfriends were fucking models and everyone in this stupid club agreed, especially the girls that had been giggling and laughing with them for the last five minutes at the bar. 
Now, you weren’t dumb. You knew exactly what game your boys were playing at because they had endlessly teased you on how cute you looked when you were jealous. The way your nose would scrunch up and your eyes narrowed into a glare. The way you looked downright murderous but it was probably one of the hottest looks they had ever seen on you. 
Because they liked getting you jealous, because they liked seeing you possessive and territorial of them. Because your boyfriends were sneaky bastards who liked to find ways of riling you up so your attention was fully on them. 
But tonight? You didn’t want to let them win tonight even if every cell in your body wanted to storm over to the bar, nuzzle yourself between your boys and make it really fucking clear to everyone in this club that they belonged to you.
No. You were going to give them a taste of their own medicine. 
You could feel their eyes on you the second you stood up from your seat at the booth, their watchful gazes intense and familiar. You tried to bite back your smirk as you shrugged off the light jacket you brought with you, dumping it in the booth before you made your way towards the dance floor whilst staying in their line of sight.
The boys had complimented you endlessly on your dress before you had left the flat. The way the colour contrasted against your skin, the way it clung onto your body just the way they fucking adored. And they loved how confident you were in it, the way you felt gorgeous in it. 
However, what they didn’t enjoy was the way everyone’s eyes were on you the second you started dancing to whatever song that was thumping through the speakers. 
Your arms were in the air, your eyes were closed and the smile on your face was pure fucking mischeif as you danced to the song, knowing full well that both of your boyfriends were watching you—knowing that the girls around them were the last thing on their minds at that moment. 
Remus and Sirius were already on edge the second they saw you walked onto the dance floor, but it was a man—a stranger—putting his hands on you that made them move. You barely felt the touch on your waist when they were ripped away from you, the familiar scent of Sirius’ cologne overwhelming your senses as he dragged you against his chest. 
“Sirius–”
“Quiet,” the boy grunted in your ear, a look shared over your head with Remus before they were both flanking you—guarding you—away from the dance floor and towards the bathroom. 
You didn’t even get a chance to open your mouth before you found yourself in the bathrooms, the door locked and your body pressed against the cool ceramic sinks as the light flickered above you. 
“What were you playing at, love?” Remus murmured, his eyebrows furrowed together as he stood in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. 
“Doin’ what you were doin’,” you grumbled with an adorable pout on your lips. “Did you even tell those girls you had a girlfriend?” 
“Doesn’t mean you go shaking that pretty arse of yours like it doesn’t belong to us,” Sirius sniped, his body warm against your side as he moved your hair to the side, head ducking down to press kisses against your shoulder as he moved the strap of your dress out of the way.
“Then they shouldn’t touch what’s mine,” you snapped back, your eyes falling shut as you felt Sirius’ teeth scrape against your sweet spot, but Remus squeezed your cheeks to grab your attention again.
“You’re ours, baby,” he murmured, his lips close enough that if you just shifted your head up a little you could kiss him, but it was impossible to do with the hold he had on you. “And we’re yours.” 
“Are you?” you asked, your eyes narrowed in defiance as you felt Sirius’ hand creeping up your skirt as he pressed lazy kisses against your skin. “Maybe that man out there will actually—”
“Be careful how you finish that sentence,” Remus growled, his eyes darkening as he watched you closely. 
“Think our girl needs a reminder,” Sirius chimed in, his hand squeezing your upper thigh as the fabric of your dress bunched against his wrist. 
Their hands were all over you, touching you and overwhelming you and manhandling you in a way you shouldn’t like but you really fucking did. The way Remus’ kept one hand on your throat, the other with his fingers threaded through your hair to keep your eyes on him. The way Sirius all but ripped the flimsy material of your panties off you, his hand tucked between your thighs as his fingers worked magic you never quite understood. 
You were theirs and they were reminding you. 
“Shit, shit, shit,” you moaned, your voice a little whiny as you tried to roll your hips against Sirius’ palm but Remus kept you still. “Please, I—”
“You what, baby?” Remus’ voice was gruff and low, his eyes watching in delight as you squirmed when Sirius slowly pumped one finger in and out of you, the pace too slow and the girth nowhere near enough. “You want more?” 
“Please,” you choked out a sob.
“You want us to make you feel good?” Remus cooed, tugging your hair a little until you let out a whimper. “You don’t want the bastard outside, do you?” 
You shook your head, whining. “No, no—just yous, just want my boys.” 
“Just us, lovie?” Sirius murmured, his lips brushed against your ear. “Want us to fuck you like the dumb slut you are?” 
You nodded helplessly. 
“Say it,” Remus bit out. “I wanna hear you fucking say it or you’re getting nothing.” 
“I want you to fuck me dumb,” you begged, your eyes glossy and cheeks flushed. You were like a rubber band just waiting to snap but they weren’t giving you anywhere near enough to do so. “I’m your slut, just yours.” 
“Yes, you are,” Remus growled before pressing his lips against yours. 
You didn’t even get a chance to reply. Not when Remus had roughly spinned you around, your stomach pressed against the ledge as he bent you over the sink. Not as he shoved the fabric of your dress up, slapping your ass sharply. Not as he slid into your soaking cunt, listening to way you moaned and mewled but gave you no more attention as he turned to Sirius, fingers wound in his hair as he gave him a passionate kiss. 
“Gotta earn it like a good girl,” Remus groaned, listening to the way you whined for attention like a little slut. “Gotta fuck yourself on my cock to show me you fucking deserve it.” 
Your fingers gripped the edge of the sink, your tits falling out of the confinements of your dress as you fucked yourself back on his cock like a desperate whore. But no matter how much you moaned or begged, Remus didn’t give in. 
He didn’t give you any attention. He didn’t let you come. He didn’t do anything but watch you fuck yourself feverishly on his cock, your eyes desperately finding Sirius’ in hopes he would help, but your other boy just watched with a smirk and his hand around his cock. 
“C’mon, sweetheart, gotta put on more of a show for us if you wanna come tonight,” Sirius chided, his eyes gleaming in delight in such a way that you knew it was going to be a long night even after you left this bathroom. “We want this whole fucking club to know who you’re a slut for.”
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kittykatkatelol2 · 9 months
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"Until We Are Old and Gray" Wolfstar Oneshot
Prompt by @wolfstarmicrofic (prompt: gray)
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"Moony," Sirius started, looking at Remus with adoring eyes, like the very man before him was god itself.
"Yes, Pads?"
Sirius sighs contentedly, cuddling closer to the taller man as the fire in the Gryffindor common room continued to crackle.
"I want to marry you someday. I want to grow old with you, to be with you until we are both old and gray. I want that; with you."
Remus chuckled slightly, running his hand through Sirius's long dark hair.
"I want that too, Pads, but alas, it's doubtful we ever will become that," Remus says with a sigh.
"Why?"
Remus hesitated a moment, trying to think of the right words.
"I just think that, at some point, you will grow tired of me and my scarred ass, and find someone you deserve. Someone better, more exciting."
Sirius looked up at Remus, scowling a little; Remus had to admit, Sirius's scowl was really adorable.
"No. I will never grow bored or tired of you. I love you, Moons, more than anything else in this world. I want you, no one else."
Remus smiled, though tiredly, still a smile.
"Okay Pads, but-"
"No 'but's. I. Want. You. No exceptions," Sirius stated, determined of this fact.
Remus massaged his tired eyes, he felt a headache coming on, but not because of Sirius, surprisingly.
"Thank you, Sirius. I want you too, and I really hope you're right," Remus says with a small sigh, leaning into the smaller boy and giving him a small peck on the lips.
"I am right. I love you Rem."
"I love you too, Siri."
"Until we are old and gray," Sirius added, smiling up at Remus.
Remus nods, smiling a tired smile back at Sirius.
"Until we are old and gray," Remus repeated.
The two cuddled in the common room for a few more hours, before deciding it was time to head to bed.
"Goodnight my love."
"Goodnight Sirius."
They crawled into bed, together of course, sharing Sirius's bed like always; all cozy and snuggled under the covers, more in love with each other than ever.
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loonylupinblack · 2 years
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sometimes i get sad and then i remember that this picture exists, and that it’s real.
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stars-a-n-d-scars · 2 years
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Betrayal
“Sirius, wait-” Remus begged, reaching for his husband’s arm to stop him from leaving.
“No!” Sirius spun around, tears in his eyes. “How could you Remus? How could you? I thought you loved me!”
“I do love you, it was a mistake, it didn’t mean anythin-”
“Well clearly it meant more than a fifteen year relationship of you were willing to throw everything we had away for it! I can fucking smell him on you, Remus”
“You don’t get it! I didn’t mean to, but he was so cute, and it just happened, and I thought of you the whole time. Please don’t blow this out of proportion” Remus begged, trying to make him see just how much he regretted it.
Sirius just scoffed.
“I want a divorce”
“Sirius. We’re not getting divorced just because I patted another dog!”
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