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allamericanb-tch · 2 months

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crimson rivers thoughts (12)

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chapter 26

rip james potter’s leg he’s gone full peeta

sirius is visiting reg

reg ☹️

talking about throwing up is arguably the worst part of this fic so far

“It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt. (Sirius really liked this shirt.)”

i am legitimately shaking but i don’t know if this is important so i need to read it

please stop talking about throwing up

poor regulus i feel so bad

and hes throwing up again

i cant even think about this what if i just skim the rest

ok pov switch thank god

oh no i forgot remus has to go back…

sirius is so considerate

nooo remu

sirius pov again im praying there isn’t any more throwing up

and there it is.

poor regulus ahhhhh i just feel so bad for him like. i want to give him a hug.

why doesn’t regulus want to see james ☹️

sirius is visiting james now

that was sweet. sad, but sweet.

remus pov again

remu ❤️‍🩹

can someone tell me why the rat is my 5th most used emoji

"You're so precious to me, did you know that?"

remus loves sirius (duh)

chapter 27

i’m sad for wolfstar what’s gonna happen

"You can trust that the only person I have an interest in seeing naked is your brother." 😭

this hallow drama is actually hilarious

reggie 💔

i’m scared that pandora is going to die in the future bc we have t seen any of her pov

this is so sad.

no thoughts just sadness.

“i’m collecting them all” i’m glad to see you making jokes reg

"Oh, this is just the bruise finally blooming from where I tripped and fell the moment I saw you,"

this was a lighter chapter but still sad

chapter 28

back to james pov

oh no a nightmare

CRAP I FORGOT ABT MY MATH HOMEWORK it was due yesterday but she hasn’t graded it yet so if i turn it in now she won’t take of points for it being late

math homework is finished! back to reading (suffering)

oh yeah. nightmare. ☹️

"I wasn't supposed to go through this," no james, you were not. i’m sad now (i have been sad)

james leave regulus aloneeee (don’t leave him alone)

shrodinger’s cat mention

“james”

i’m actually crying right now.

nooo why are the fighting

james is getting his glasses back soon!!! huzzah

"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore,"

baby

“it’s a parting gift” i’m crying again

regulus and remus friendship <3

“we broke up” “you were together?” 😭

ugh this is so sad. already i’ve cried more times than reading atyd AND choices and ive barely made a dent in cr

oh no interview prep

evan mention 💔

every time i see the word hallow in this fic im like “i need to add this (hallow/hollow) to my list of homophones” and i never do bc im writing all my thoughts in my notes app and my homophones list is in a different folder than my marauders thoughts

chapter 29

oh me oh my hanky panky happening in this chapter i wonder for who

every time i call sex hanky panky i give myself the ick

"We broke up? This is news to me” james 😭

“No one needs romantic love to be fulfilled as a person. Not everyone wants it, and then there are those who aren't ready, and all of it is okay. That doesn't mean there's an absence of love, or that you're getting it wrong. You're not, Regulus, I promise."

they’re holding hands (but for sad reasons)

interview time i’m scared

evan ☹️☹️☹️

vanity ☹️☹️☹️

“We love your love, don't we?" 💔

this is so sad omg i genuinely don’t know how im going to survive this

GLASSES!!!!!!

so he’s just been wearing contacts this whole time?

ok i need to go do my duolingo.

i am back from duolingo.

james telling sirius to go have sex with remus on their last night 😭 i mean fair. they should

"I'm absolutely thinking about your brother right now." oh, james

james telling sirius about him and reg 😭 poor sirius

sirius asking james for tips 💀

“i expect all the details” james fleamont potter 😭

sirius is such a good brother. i love him.

remus pov !!

“i would not have known joy if i did not have the pleasure of knowing you”

ugh wolfstar. i love you.

😯 hanky panky

spine has been realigned

ok but any time any of them ever talk about getting off it just makes me think about one time when i was at a district choir concert and when we were practicing one of our songs the director said “there won’t be a dry seat in the audience” (he meant dry eye, bc the song was beautiful, but it just came out like everyone in the audience would dream their pants 😭) but. unnecessary story and it isn’t really that funny unless you were there but.

chapter 30 (?!)

evan 💔

god.

remus ‘reading’ sirius’ mind 😭

they have to say goodbye ☹️

barty mention!!!!

*singing* i just miss you and i just wish you were a better man

“i love you” eeeeeeeee

omg kissing

and it’s over.

“i don’t want to hurt you anymore” 💔

eeeee they’re kissing again

“it’ll take a while but later—much later—james will look back on this and wonder, sadly, if it was a parting gift, too.” WHAT

sirius kissing the mask so remus will always have a sirius kiss

i love pandora

wolfstar goodbye 💔

the fact that all of this happened in the span of two weeks

effie and monty!!!!!!!!!!

the next chapter is lily… should i read it or go to sleep

#crimson rivers

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moonlightdancer26 · 2 years

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I REALLY like your anti-Wolfstar content and you are funny as hell. I’m a Sirius stan and I really enjoyed your anti Sirius content. No really. I’m not joking. I think Sirius is bad and crazy. That’s why I love him. Obviously he is more complicated than that but this important part of him gets severely downplayed in fanon. So I like how you are saying all that anti stuff (which I don’t take it as anti), because all that was just true. It’s refreshing to see this part being in focus. I don’t hang out in the HP fandom because the Marauders fandom is dominated by Wolfstar and that makes it an uninhabitable place. The Wolfstar fanon Sirius is OC as far as I’m concerned. Your blog is 100 times better. All the anti-Wolfstar content is frankly therapeutic.

(I’m gonna cry 😭<33)

I am SO happy to hear that you enjoy my blog, anon! Especially since you’re a Sirius stan—I love Sirius so much but a majority of his stans have made it near-impossible to like him. His craziness and darkness along with the tiny bit of goodness deep down is what makes his character so loveable and interesting to me. But the Wolfstar fandom has turned him into this… Idontevenknowwhat who’s sooo in lurvveee with Moony. I love Sirius and Remus individually but I will never be able to see them as a couple. I do still interact with the HP fandom but I avoid the Marauders fandom, it’s very hard to find people who share this opinion since 97% of the fandom is obsessed with Wolfstar, but I’ve managed.

Your blog is 100 times better. All the anti-Wolfstar content is frankly therapeutic.

*wipes tears*

Thank you so much for your kind words, anon, have an amazing day <3

#remus lupin #sirius black #this isn’t an anti-character post btw #just the ship #anti wolfstar #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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lostmykeysie · 1 year

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keysie drop the wolfstar angst now 🔪🔪

i’m obviously joking take your time but a miserable sirius sustains me and you write him so pathetically devoted to remus it makes me want to chew my fingers off with excitement

put that knife to my throat or you don't get shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

no but i feel this on so many levels it is transcendent. miserable crying heartbroken destroyed sirius on his knees gives me such joy such pleasure. remus is his whole entire life he IS pathetic he IS devoted you are RIGHT and it's gonna hurt him SO BAD and i'm gonna LOVE IT SO GOOD

it's coming baby!!!! in a few chapters xxxxx not telling you when but it's soonish xxxx i'm gonna make you wait for it sweets xxxxx

#someone asked me a q #lovely wonderful babe #put sirius on his knees RIGHT NOW #not even for sexy for CRYING purposes #destroy him #again #not for sexy for EMOTIONAL DESTRUCTION purposes #i told catie the other day how i was quaking shaking in my boots chomping at the bit to write the angst #and i'm like????? what happened to keysie #remember when i used to cry about it all the time i just wanted to write giggles and sexy and platonic pals smooching #and here we are

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katmoonz · 3 years

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Depression

Pairing: Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3034

Includes: TW suicidal thoughts, depression, mentions of missing meals, crying, fluff, hugs, angst to fluff, comfort

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work.

Notes: I have depression, this fic is kinda based off of my experience with depression. I wanted more than anything for someone to notice how badly I was struggling and I was in desperate need of a hug. I can’t change the past but I can write down my thoughts, feelings and what I needed at the time.

Thank you @quindolyn for helping me to fix a couple bits and for helping me decide on the ending xx

Depression is completely unpredictable. You might feel on top of the world one minute and suddenly feel miserable the next. You smile around your friends and family hoping that they don’t notice that anything is wrong but deep down you just want someone to notice, to care, to ask you how you are or just hold you while you cry it all out. You want to die yet you can’t bring yourself to do the actions that would end it all because that scares you even more than living.

Lately, you had been feeling very happy. Remus and Sirius were wonderful boyfriends and would do everything they could to make you laugh or smile. Your favourite moments with Remus are the ones where he decides to cuddle with you, there is nothing more relaxing than just resting your head on his chest and listening to the thump of his heart and his steady breaths.

The best moments with Sirius are when he tries to make up his own jokes, most of the jokes he tries to tell aren’t even funny but that somehow makes it funnier when he tells you a bad one-liner whilst in detention. The sweetest thing about Sirius is that when you least expect it he curls up on the bed and sleeps next to you as Padfoot. It’s the sweetest thing ever waking up in Remus’ arms to Padfoot lying across your chest, Remus just watches over the pair of you with a smile upon his face at seeing his two lovers sleeping so peacefully.

This morning you had woken up and felt like crap, you couldn't quite place it so you skipped breakfast and had a lie-in instead. This caused you to miss your first lesson and most of lunch. You managed to go to your next lesson though which was Charms with your boyfriend Remus.

At first, you tried to concentrate but you felt like a cloud had settled itself over your head causing you to struggle with your work.

You’d been feeling better for a while now but for some reason today had just left you feeling miserable. For the rest of class, you sat with your head in your hand gazing out the window.

Remus could tell that you weren’t paying attention to the class and was starting to grow concerned. “y/n, you okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Not wanting to draw any attention to yourself or bother him, you just nod and force a smile in the hopes that you could pretend that everything was fine.

The bell rang a few minutes later signalling the end of the class period. You had History of Magic next, Remus wasn’t in that class with you but Sirius was. Remus walked you to your next class observing your behaviour.

You weren’t smiling and didn’t speak at all on the way there simply looking at the ground. Remus stopped with you at the classroom door and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright love? You know you can talk to me if something is wrong.”

Looking up at him you sigh. “I’m fine,” you say quietly before turning around and walking into the classroom.

Remus was growing very concerned with your behaviour, something was clearly wrong but you weren’t telling him.

Just then Sirius walks down the corridor. “Moony, decided to switch classes have you?” He jokes.

Not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation Remus grabs his arm and pulls him over to an empty classroom shoving him in the door.

“I need a favour,” said Remus in a serious tone.

“What Moons?” replies Sirius, confused at the sudden change in Remus’ behaviour.

“I need you to watch y/n for me and make sure she’s alright. Something is wrong and I want to help her but she won’t tell me anything.” blurts Remus.

Sirius pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Remus, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Sirius leaves the empty room and proceeds to walk into the History of Magic classroom.

Sirius seats himself beside you but you don’t notice at first because you are spaced out not paying any attention to the lecture being given by Binns.

You felt like crap to put it simply. You wanted to focus on your classes so badly but your brain was just telling you no.

Your brain is running at a hundred miles an hour making you feel even worse. *I’m going to fail all of my classes. Why am I so useless? Do the boys love me or do they just tolerate me? Nobody loves me, not really. I wish I was dead, why can’t I just die?*

You feel slow tears make their way down your face. You sniffle softly not wanting to bother anyone.

Sirius quickly notices your tears as you sniffle next to him. *Moony is right* thought Sirius *something is very wrong.*

Sirius reaches a hand out to yours underneath the desk and gives it a gentle squeeze as a reminder that he is there for you.

Finally, you have enough of your self-deprecating thoughts and abruptly stand up, grab your things and leave despite only having twenty minutes of class left. Sirius gets up and follows you, grabbing your hand as you leave the room.

The pair of you walk silently through the castle until you get back to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius seats you at the couch in front of the fire before grabbing your bag and chucking it aside.

Sirius sits down next to you as you stare into the ornate fireplace with tears still slowly rolling down your face. “Y/n love, what’s wrong?” He softly asks.

Instead of answering him, you rest your head on his shoulder. Sirius brings his arms around you to pull you into a hug. The pair of you sit like that for a while, listening to the crackle of the fire and your sorrowful sniffles. Sirius simply holds you whilst tears slowly roll down your face.

“I'm sorry, I’m just tired. I think I’m gonna go have a nap” you say softly.

“Alright doll, I’ll see you at dinner then?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” you tell him knowing full well that you wouldn’t be in the mood to eat.

Leaving Sirius in the common room you walk up to the boys dorm and throw yourself down on Remus' bed. Grabbing a discarded sweater from Sirius’ bed on the way. You curl up in a ball under the covers on Remus’ bed before letting the tears fall down your face again *why can’t I just feel happy for once in my life? I always fuck everything up, I want to die*

Sirius watches you walk up the stairs to the boys dorm before letting out a sigh and putting his head in his hands. You had never been like this, you were usually so bright and cheerful something bad must have happened because Sirius hadn’t seen even the slightest smile all day.

The bell for the next lesson rings and Sirius remains sitting on the sofa in the common room contemplating what he should tell Remus. He didn’t want to make his friend even more alarmed but he couldn’t hide his feeling of concern for your breakdown in class.

Remus enters the common room behind a babble of second years who were complaining to each other about their homework.

Spotting Sirius on the sofa before the fire he rushes over to sit next to him.

“Where’s y/n? Is she alright?”

Sirius takes a deep breath before sitting back on the sofa. “No, I can see what you mean Rem, she’s very upset.”

“What do you mean?” replies a panicked Remus

Sirius turns to face him and puts a hand on his shoulder. “Look mate I don’t want to worry you but in class, she just sat and stared into space, then she started crying and walked out.”

Remus let out a pained sigh and ran his hands down his face before clasping them in his lap. “Is she okay? where is she now?”

“I walked her back here, we had a cuddle for a while then she said that she was just tired so she left to have a nap,” replies Sirius

Remus stands up from the sofa and brushes his sweaty palms off of his trousers, “let's go and check on her.”

Sirius rises off of the sofa too, he turns around and looks around the common room before turning back to Remus. “Maybe she just needs space, she told me she’d come down to dinner so let's just give her some time alone and if she doesn't come to dinner then we can go and check on her.”

Staring into Sirius’ stormy grey irises Remus stays standing for another minute before nodding and sitting back down.

The boys study in the common room for an hour in complete silence, both of them preoccupied with thoughts of their distressed girlfriend. Sirius and Remus then head down to dinner, sitting down at the end of the Gryffindor table closest to the doors so that they could spot you as soon as you walked in.

The boys sit and pick at their food mindlessly for ten minutes continuously watching the door in hope that you’d join them for the meal.

Sirius lets out a deep sigh and drops his fork on his plate rubbing his brow before looking at Remus. Remus looks up at him offering a small smile before standing up. “Come on Pads, our girl needs us”

Sirius quickly stands up and grabs Remus’ hand dragging him out of the great hall. The boys briskly walk hand in hand back to the Gryffindor common room and quickly ascend the stairs to the dorm.

Remus opens the door quietly in case you are sleeping and peers in, he feels his heart break as he catches sight of you. You are lying in his bed fast asleep with puffy eyes from crying.

Remus approaches the bed and sits down on the side closest to you. Gently he starts to stroke your face with his hand whilst gesturing for Sirius to come over to the bed with his other hand. Sirius kneels on the bed next to Remus, reaches out and starts playing with your hair.

Remus watches as you slowly awaken, your eyes fluttering as they adjust to the light in the room. “Darling are you alright?” He asks you softly while rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You feel your eyes fill with tears but don’t want the boys to see them so you roll over and put your face in the pillow hoping that they leave you alone so that you can compose yourself again.

The boys look at each other trying to figure out what to do next. Remus nods at Sirius gesturing for him to try and get a response from you.

“Baby, why didn’t you come to dinner?” You still don’t respond, making Sirius panic. “Please talk to us, we want to help you.” This makes you feel even worse, they just wanted you to be happy but instead, you’d caused them to leave dinner to look for you.

Your body starts to shake as the tears start rolling down your face. You keep the sobs in not wanting to make them even more worried.

Remus carefully runs a hand over your back worried at the lack of response. “Y/n please talk to us, we love you baby we only want to help you. It’s killing me that you are this upset and we want to be here for you.”

This is the last straw and you lose control of your crying, finally letting out the sobs that had been building up all day.

Remus’ heart breaks even more “Oh baby, come here”. Remus turns you over and carefully pulls you into his lap.

You press your head into Remus’ neck and let out all of the emotion that had been held within you all day.

Sirius sits down next to Remus and yourself at the head of the bed, he runs one hand soothingly up and down your back. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay.”

Your entire body shakes with sobs, tears soak the front of Remus’ sweater whilst the boys continue to make attempts to console you.

Remus rocks you in his arms carefully trying to calm you down. “Shh darlin’ it’s okay”

You start hyperventilating from the force of your sobs, Remus pulls you back from his chest slightly brushing hair away from your face.

Sirius reaches out to you and picks up one of your hands, he brings it up to his chest so that you can feel his steady heartbeat. “I know you're upset baby but you’ve got to breathe. Can you do that for me?”

Sirius breathes in and out slowly emphasising each breath for you to follow. “In...and out, in…and out.” This continues for a few minutes as you try to regulate your breathing.

“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job baby”

The sobs slow down slightly as you regain control over your breathing, tears still fall down your face but not as quickly as before.

Remus cups your face in his hand wiping away stray tears with his thumb before pressing a solitary kiss to your temple. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Please tell us” he begs.

You let out a sigh, opening and shutting your mouth a few times trying to come up with something to tell them.

Sirius notices your hesitation and gives you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay love, you can tell us anything. I promise you that we’ll try to help you and nothing you say can make us love you any less.”

Looking into his eyes you see nothing but love and concern. You sniffle and wipe one of your sleeves across your face. “I don’t know, I just don’t feel good”

Sirius runs a hand through your hair before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Is it that time of the month baby? You feelin’ sick?”

Tears well up in your eyes again. “No” you reply softly “I don’t feel sick”

“Then what is it babe?” asks Sirius with a small frown on his face.

You consider lying to them for a moment not wanting to burden them with your thoughts and emotions but in the end, it’s the pleading expression upon Remus’ face that makes you give in.

You take a deep breath, “sometimes I just feel really sad, like nothing will get better. I feel like no one loves me. I don't want to bother you guys because I don’t want you to leave me.”

The tears fall down your face again as you turn around and put your face back into Remus’ sweater, your fingers have a firm grasp on him as if letting go would make him disappear.

“Please, please don’t leave me, I’m sorry” you beg them as you cry into Remus’ chest.

Remus feels tears well up in his own eyes but swallows them down in order to comfort you. “No no no, sweetheart, it's okay. I promise that we aren’t leaving you.”

Remus holds you even tighter in his arms “I wish you’d told us that you were feeling like this sooner darling. We love you so much”

Sirius sits in silence listening to Remus comfort you before lifting a hand and rubbing your back. “Look at me baby,” he says with a stern tone.

You look up at him, he has a more pronounced frown upon his face than what was there previously but it softens slightly when he realises that you are watching him.

“You need to tell us when you feel like this okay? You aren’t bothering anyone, we just want to help you and we would never leave you over something like this.”

You remain silent looking away from him, the tears slowing down again so all that remains are the odd couple every few seconds.

“Promise you’ll tell us when you feel like this baby?” He asks, holding your face in his hands.

You sniffle softly before agreeing “m’kay, I promise”

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for telling us baby,” he says fondly before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. As he pulls away from your cheek he gets a mischievous look upon his face. “Hey babe, what do you call a cow with two legs?”

You look at him confused for a minute before saying “I dunno”

He leans in towards you with a grin upon his face as though he is telling you a secret “Lean beef”

This causes you to giggle, Sirius smirks whilst Remus chuckles. The boys are pleased to hear you laugh after having been deprived of such beautiful sounds for an entire day.

“Good one wasn’t it?” He asks with a cocky smirk on his face.

“No” you reply, still slightly giggling.

“No!” He repeats back to you in disbelief. “What do you mean no? I thought it was a good one”

Remus raises an eyebrow looking at Sirius “c’mon Pads, you can do better than that”

“Fine, I’ve got a better one” huffs Sirius. “What does the perverted frog say?”

“I dunno” you reply again trying to keep a straight face.

“Rubbit” he replies.

This joke was much funnier than the last and you burst out in laughter. You have joyous tears of laughter pouring down your face as you giggle until your sides hurt.

After a while you yawn and rub your eyes, Remus smiles affectionately at you before moving you off of his lap changing positions so that you are laying half on Remus’ chest with Sirius spooning you from behind.

“C’mon darling, let's get some sleep,” he says quietly.

Sirius buries his face in the back of your neck before mumbling out a quick “I love you”

You settle down into their embrace, relaxing all of your muscles and just as you are dozing off to sleep you feel Remus run his hand through your hair as he whispers “I love you darling, more than you will ever know.”

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henqtic · 3 years

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🛌 omg how about calling sirius a "pretty boy" and him being all like "aw you really think i'm pretty or are you just saying that cos you're stuck with me"

authors note: ooo,, i love this ideas so much— i also included dad!sirius too !!

HARD QUESTIONS;

join my sleepover <3

pairing: dad!sirius x fem!reader

summary: telling sirius how much of a pretty boy he was, was sure to spark up some playful banter.

word count: 543. | warnings: super brief mention of having given birth

“y’know sirius, you're a really pretty boy,” you rasped out as your eyes finally got used to the new light, the morning sun shining through your opened windows— you didn’t completely like that you had to wake up to a cooling breeze but it was much better than the unforgiving heat that would come with a few hours time.

the baby resting on his bare chest preferred it anyway and sirius would've done anything to make her happy, even if that meant freezing himself. his hair was a mess, curls flying in every direction from his unending moving in his sleep, matching with the little girl whose head was resting on him even if the lengths were so different.

his sweats were still hung low on his waist from getting up an hour or two ago at the sound of crying and not feeling like retying it and black tattoos standing proudly against his pale skin from the cold but to tie it all together, he still had a soft smile on his face— soothingly rubbing astrids back to keep her asleep, growing at every tuft of air left her mouth.

“aww, do you really think i’m pretty dove, or are you saying that just 'cause you’re stuck with me?” he asked with a raised brow, moving his attention but not arms to you, still gesturing for you to come closer.

you didn’t take the offer though, simply groaning as lightly you threw your head back off the side of the bed and let it hang.

“you ask me such hard questions sirius— if i’m being honest, in this setting you just look like a snape with a bad perm.”

he let out one of the most offended scoffs at the remark, slightly kicking your leg as you scrambled to get back stable on the mattress.

“that's one of the evilest things i’ve ever had anyone say to me,” he half playfully narrowed his eyes at you, securing his arms around astrid as he moved them both away from you.

“i'll have you know that many people were a fan of my hair in hogwarts and now, especially you y/n. and look at our little girl, she practically wants to be me.”

he allowed you to come closer then, curling up into his body to admire her along with him.

“she's much better at being you than you, have to admit it,” you partly joked, coming down to gently kiss her head and then look up at him, seeing an expression that said he wouldn't be using his dramatics and huge ego for much more of the morning.

“‘course she is, just wish she would be as good as you were at hogging blankets— think all of my limbs are gonna fall off if she keeps going on like this.”

“oh i do not ‘hog’ anything, you’re just not strong enough to pull a piece of fabric from me. and i had a child a few months ago, that says something about love,” you shook your head with a shrug, still grabbing the blanket to pull it around his and your shoulders for some warmth.

“well then you’re pretty strong for it, it’s like wrestling with a grown man.”

“oh shut up—”

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my-unmanageable-mischief · 3 years

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Cuddle Puddle for Four

For the lovely anon who requested : Could I request a fic where you’re not feeling well (physically or mentally) so the Marauders come in and snuggle with you in your bed and you’re all very touchy with each other and it’s just very cute. Maybe some wolfstar and James x reader? No rat please!

Light James Potter x Reader, and light Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Warnings : Insinuated Bipolar disorder and mental health

The moment your classes were done on Friday you retreated to your dorm room, crawling into bed, and burying yourself beneath the covers and letting yourself cry into your pillow. You felt miserable. Your week had started high, you felt like you could do anything. You were doing school work like it was a breeze, laughing, joking and being an all around joy. You were on a wonderful high. But like all good things, it came to an end, suddenly and all at once, and you entered a depressive episode. Everything hurt. Your head, your chest, your body, your soul. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

So you stayed in bed all weekend, alternating between looking at the ceiling and staring at the wall, a girl needed variety after all. Friday turned into Saturday and Saturday into Sunday. Your dormmates tried several times to get you to come eat with them; to do something. But you brushed them off, saying you were ill. Lily dutifully brought you food at every meal but it went untouched. You couldn’t eat. All you could do was alternate between crying pathetically and sleeping.

Finally Monday rolled around and you still didn’t leave your safe haven of a bed.

“Y/N,” Lily stuck her head into your curtains which had remained shut the entire time, she looked at you worried and you wanted her to stop. You were fine. Or at least you would be, once you were left alone. “Class is starting soon.”

“I am sick, Lily.” You muttered, not looking at her, “Tell them I don’t feel well.” Lily perched herself on the edge of your bed.

“Alright. But you should try and get up, shower, it might make you feel a bit better.” You knew she was right, Merlin, why did she always have to be right?

“Okay,” You nodded slightly, “I will,” Maybe. Lily nodded and stood from your bed, shutting your curtains again when she left, and you listened to her leave the room fully before you let out another small sob.

Down in the common room The Marauders stood waiting for Lily to reappear and when she did James jumped forward, eyes wide with worry.

“Is she okay? Is she coming to class?” He asked, and Lily shook her head. They had become mates slightly ever since he got over his crush for her and stopped bothering her all the time.

“She said she’s sick.” Everyone shared a look, knowing what that meant. They all left for lessons for the day, unable to focus as they were worried about you the entire time.

You continued to lay in bed for some hours before eventually peeling yourself from the sheets. Lily was right, you should shower. You went to the bathroom, turning the water as hot as it would go before getting in. You allowed the burning water to wash over you, even going as far as to shampoo and condition your hair. Lily would be proud. Once done, you changed into a clean pair of sleeping shorts and one of Sirius’s old oversized t-shirts before climbing back into bed, where you remained until the sun set again. Another miserable day gone by. You heard the bedroom door open and footsteps came to your bed, stopping just outside, the curtain was pulled back revealing Lily.

“Y/N,” She greeted, you nodded your head.

“Hullo.”

“The boys said they need you,” You looked slightly nervous as you sat up.

“Is everything okay?” You asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

“They said it was Marauder business and they need you in their dorm immediately.” She informed you and you sighed. You sat up and she smiled slightly at you, noticing your slightly wet hair and new pajamas. You got out of bed and pulled on a fuzzy pair of socks before going towards the door. Only a Marauders emergency could get you out of your bed at a time like this.

“I’ll be back,” You muttered before disappearing through the door, Lily let out a sigh, glad the plan had worked. You went down to the common room, not looking at anyone as you went to the boy’s staircase and up to their room. You knocked once on the door before entering. James was sitting on his bed and he grinned widely when he saw you, Sirius was laying on the floor next to Remus who was resting his head on the other boy’s shoulder.

“Y/N!” James greeted, leaping up.

“Nice shirt,” Sirius stated with a loud laugh. You mustered a small smile and looked around the room.

“Where’s the fire?”

“No fire.” James admitted, coming to stand in front of you, your face fell.

“What?”

“We just wanted to see you, make sure you were alright.” You frowned. They tricked you.

“I’m fine,” You snapped slightly, but James wasn’t deterred. “I was laying in bed. Fine.”

“Well you can do that here, too.” He assured, and the other two boys nodded eagerly. You considered your options. Go back to your dorm and lay alone in your own bed, with your own stuff, or you could lay down in James’ bed for a bit, being entertained by the people whom you loved most.

“Fine,” you sighed, “I’ll stay.” James grinned and took your hands, leading you over to his bed. You sat down and he sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulder. You pulled the covers up from the foot of his bed, and laid down, wrapping them around you and James. James laid beside you, pulling you close to him.

“Hey, no fair, I wanna join,” Sirius said, scrambling off the floor and pulling Remus with him. How they planned on doing that was beyond you, it was a twin sized bed for Merlin’s sake. You all stood up momentarily, trying to figure out this puzzle. Eventually Sirius laid down, allowing Remus to lay across his body, James plopping down next to Sirius before pulling you on top of him. You chuckled softly and pulled the blanket over all of you, snuggling into James’ chest and wrapping an arm around Remus who hugged you back. You were a mess of limbs in the tiny bed. James wrapped both his arms around you, one hand rubbing your back as the other one played with your hair. Remus held your one hand and Sirius clung to the other, his free arm wrapped around Remus.

“We need to pull another prank soon, people are gonna think we went soft.” Sirius was the first to break the comfortable silence.

“No one is gonna think you lot went soft.” You chuckled.

“If they saw this, they would.” Remus snickered and you giggled. James and Sirius both frowned.

“We’re not soft!” James argued. You made like you were going to get up, smirking.

“Then we better stop cuddling,”

“NO!” He cried out, pulling you back down into him, pushing your head onto his chest before dropping a kiss onto the top of your head. “You’re not going anywhere.” You smiled to yourself and yawned.

“But I’m sleepy.” You whined.

“So sleep.” James mocked you, whining back.

“Here?” You asked, slightly surprised.

“Course, you’ve been hiding from us for three days now, you’re not leaving my sight.” You smiled and nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck, planting a small kiss there.

“You’re the best, all of you.”

“I know,” Sirius grinned, reaching out to pat you on the head.

“You’re the best, dear.” Remus corrected, looking at you with warm eyes.

“Shucks, Remmy, you’ll make me blush.” You smiled.

“Of course, don’t tell the others but you’re my favorite.” James scoffed and Sirius frowned.

“I thought I was your favorite!”

“No, you’re the biggest pain in the arse,” He corrected him.

“And I’m the prettiest,” James decided, batting his eyelashes.

“And Remmy is the nicest.” You added, yawning again. James pulled the blankets tighter around you all, kissing your head again.

“Go to bed, love.” He murmured against your hair, and you yawned once more, letting your eyes fall shut.

“Only because you asked so kindly, Jamie.”

“I love when you call me that.” He smiled, resting his head on Sirius’s shoulder, who turned his head to kiss James on the side of his head before turning to kiss Remus on the top of his.

“Oi, Y/N, come ‘ere. Can’t reach you. Get your kiss goodnight.” You scoot over in the bed, craning your neck so Sirius could kiss you on the cheek before collapsing back into James.

“Goodnight, love you all.” You whispered.

“Love you too,” James murmured. Remus took your hand again and squeezed it tightly.

“I love you.” He stated.

“I love you all more,” Sirius grinned causing everyone to giggle. You were happy, for the first time in days. You drifted off into the most restful sleep you have ever had, listening to James’ heart beating beneath you. You had no idea how you got so bloody lucky, to be surrounded by the people you loved, who loved you back entirely and fiercely. You all slept like that, in one big pile of cuddling. Arms around each other, faces nuzzled into necks and crooks, legs tangled. You were the luckiest girl in the entire world.

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wish-upon-a-sapphic-star · 4 years

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Studying

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Remus dropped his textbook and notebook onto Sirius’ lap. “Quiz me.”

Sirius froze for a moment, startled, before frantically snapping his notebook shut and tossing it aside. He looked back at Remus, too shaken to remember what he had said. “What?”

“Quiz me.”

“Why would I do that?”

Remus glared, but sat down next to him on the bed. “Because it’ll help both of us study.”

“Studying?” His eyes widened in feigned horror. “No. Absolutely not.” He pushed the books away from him and gestured to his bed. “See this? This is a study-free zone. If I get too close to studying I break out in hives.”

“Oh, shut up. We have an exam tomorrow and we need to study.”

“That? I’m just gonna wing it, I’ll be fine.” It was just Charms and he already knew all of it. He had never studied for that class once. It all just came so naturally to him.

“But you were just studying.”

Sirius cocked his head to the side. “No, I wasn’t.”

“Then what were you doing with your notebook?”

“That? No, I was—I was just, uhh, doodling.” In truth, it was more of a sketch. A detailed sketch. That he had every intention of putting all of his heart and soul into because he couldn’t help it—not when he was drawing Remus.

Ever since they had kissed for the first time he hadn’t been able to get him out of his head. His smile, his laugh... Not that Remus could know. It was just for fun, they had agreed. No feelings attached. Just two friends kissing. And he tried to keep it that way, he really did, but Sirius had a few too many feelings attached to begin with.

Remus’ eyes lit up, a smile spreading across his face. “Can I see?”

“No!” Sirius panicked. “I mean, it’s really not that great. You wouldn’t want to see it.”

“Of course I want to see it. Your art is always amazing.”

Sirius wanted to smile, but he saw the opportunity and took it. “Hey! You’re—you’re distracting me! You’re complimenting me to convince me to study in the study-free zone!”

Remus rolled his eyes. “I just want help studying.”

“You’re betraying the zone.”

“Sirius, please—“

“Ah!” He narrowed his eyes. “The zone.”

“Fine, then we’ll just have to study outside of the zone. Will my bed suffice?”

“You’re inviting me to your bed for the first time since we started... doing whatever the fuck we’re doing... to study?”

“Really? You’re going there? Really?”

Sirius grinned, the kind he knew would make Remus even more irritated. “Technically you went there first since you brought it up.”

“I hate you.”

“You sure?”

Remus gave him a look like he was about to say yes, but kissed him instead, hands tugging on his hair, caressing his neck. Sirius melted into it, looping his arms over Remus’ shoulders.

It ended too quickly. Sirius was left breathless, missing Remus’ warmth.

“Have it your way.” Remus picked up his books and moved them to his bed, then offered a hand, which Sirius took. They made their way to his bed. “I’ll make you a deal. Every time I get something right I kiss you.”

Sirius considered it. “Isn’t that rewarding you for something I don’t want to do?”

“Are you complaining?”

He laughed. “Of course not.”

Remus narrowed his eyes at him, but he was smiling. “That’s what I thought.”

Sirius opened the textbook to a random page, scanning for anything interesting. There was nothing to be found. It was all just some writer who clearly thought very highly of themselves prattling on about some spell or another in excessively sophisticated language that almost made it nonsensical. He suppressed a sigh. This was why he didn’t study. There was more useful (or at least more understandable) information to be found in his memory than in any textbook.

“Go on, then,” Remus insisted.

“Alright.” Sirius brought the book closer to him, though he had no intention of reading from it. “What does the incantation Alohamora do?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Sirius smiled innocently. “Whatever do you mean?”

Remus gave him a long-suffering sigh. “It unlocks a door.”

“Wrong!”

“Excuse me?”

“Actually the incantation is used to unlock several objects, including, but not limited to doors and windows.”

“Oh my fucking God.”

“But,” Sirius said, wrapping his hand around Remus’ tie, “you got part of it right so I’ll give you a pass.” He tugged Remus closer and kissed him.

They lingered there, kissing softly, slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. Sirius’ head went empty as Remus trailed his hand lightly down Sirius’ jaw. It took several moments for him to register where they were and what they were doing.

Sirius ended the kiss abruptly, lest he do something he might regret. “Next question!”

Remus muttered something about being incapable of studying if he couldn’t think, but Sirius pretended not to hear. He didn’t need to give himself any false hope that Remus might actually feel something for him too.

“What wrist motion corresponds to the incantation Wingardium Leviosa?”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Sirius.”

“Yes, Moony dearest?”

“We learned that spell in our first year.”

“I remember.”

“Are you really asking me that question?”

“What are you insinuating?”

Remus rolled his eyes in defeat. “It’s swish and flick.”

“Correct.” Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ neck and their lips met, and he knew he would never get tired of this. It should be expected by now—that rush, the butterflies in his stomach, but, fuck, every time he kissed Remus it felt like he was falling in love all over again.

It ended too soon. Remus pulled away from the kiss, laughing. “Alright, now stop it.”

Sirius gave him the best puppy eyes he could, in part for the act and in part to keep the hurt from his face. “Stop what?”

“Stop giving me all the easy spells. You’re just doing it to get me to kiss you.��

Sirius gasped, putting a hand to his chest. “Would I do that?”

“Yes.”

He dropped the act, grinning once more. “And are you complaining?”

Remus sighed. “Of course not.”

Sirius inched closer, nudging Remus’ nose with his own. He should stop this. It would only lead to heartbreak. Remus didn’t want him—not like that, anyway. He was in over his head and he knew it, but it seemed more and more likely that it was already too late.

They practically fell into each other’s arms again, Sirius sighing into the kiss. Remus shoved the books aside and Sirius laughed onto Remus’ mouth. It had only been a matter of time before they became preoccupied with things other than studying, and he had a strong suspicion Remus had known that too.

Remus’ arms tightened around Sirius’ waist, bringing them closer, closer. Sirius didn’t know exactly when he had stopped thinking, but by now there was no hope for him. A small voice in the back of his head kept warning him about something, something important, but at this point he couldn’t care less. All he cared about was the boy in his arms.

Sirius moved from Remus’ mouth to kiss along his jaw. He moved up and down, slowly, carefully, pressing kisses into Remus’ jawline, his neck, his collarbone. He got lost in the feel of Remus’ skin on his lips, so lost that he almost missed Remus’ whispered, “I love you,” as Sirius kissed a spot right beneath his jaw.

Almost.

Sirius froze, then slowly looked up. His heart had already been beating faster than usual, but now it was hammering in his chest.

Remus’ eyes were wide; his breathing ragged.

“Did...” Sirius swallowed and took a breath. “Did you just say what I think you said?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so—“

“Is it true?” Sirius rushed.

“What?”

“Is it true? Do you love me?”

Remus bit his lip. A moment of silence passed, and Sirius’ heart sank. Remus didn’t love him. It was just a slip of the tongue, an accident, a joke, a—

“Yes.”

Sirius stopped breathing.

“I’m sorry. I know we said—“

Sirius kissed him. It took a second for Remus to respond, but he kissed Sirius back, tentatively, unsure. Sirius squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to hold back tears.

He broke off the kiss. “I love you too.”

Remus smiled. He was crying too. “You do?”

“Yeah. I do.”

Remus pulled him back in, and this time he didn’t hold back.

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mvnvgedmischief · 4 years

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you’re so obtuse but i love you anyway: au where sirius doesn’t go to azkaban, and james and lily don’t die, and sirius and remus work at hogwarts, in conjunction with the wolfstar nerds discord server.

sirius is chaperoning a hogsmeade weekend. he wears his leather jacket, emblazoned with padfoot across the back, and his favorite sex pistols jumper to the outing.

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the sunshine streaming in to the room is a lie if you ask sirius. the warm glow of the morning dapples in through the windows, and casts the most glorious light on remus’s dirty blonde waves, and illuminates the splattering of caramel freckles on remus’s nose. it truly is a sight to behond, and if sirius didn’t feel so utterly cynical about the sun right now, he’d probably thanking merlin that he gets to see remus looking this beautiful and peaceful. but the sun is a liar. april in scotland has no business pretending to be warm the way it does. the sun beaming down on the grass looks so fucking lovely that he shouldn’t need a coat, and yet the temperature is still a cool 45 degrees.

he’s lucky that he isn’t expected to dress with the formality does to teach, he’s lucky, because it means he can pull on the acid washed sex pistols jumper remus has been wearing around their quarters recently, that smells like him, to chaperone his third years at hogsmeade. he’s so grateful that he and remus are here, together, teaching. in their youth, they had never really grasped what life would be like beyond the war. he and james had discussed it once, but they never got further into the conversation then maybe we’ll be quidditch players. and puddlemere united didn’t want someone like him on the team. james didn’t want to go out for the trial when he had a new baby at home. so instead, sirius and remus had settled for a bit. they had a spell of muggle london, and they had loved every minute of it. they had relaxed into routines of going to clubs, going on dates, perfecting recipes, and living in domestic bliss. but eventually, that had come to an end, and they needed something to occupy their days. sirius was thankful that the war had ended, and that dumbledore had offered him a job at his alma mater, teaching defense against the dark arts, no less. it had always been a class he deemed useful, despite how close to home it hit for him. he and remus were back in the castle they had forged their relationship in, walking the same walls they walked in their youth. and now, he was off to watch a new generation of students do the same thing, taking their friends to hogsmeade and courting each other over a chocolate bar.

he thin fingers wrap around the soft fabric of the jumper, and the feeling of warmth, of a closeness to his lover, radiates through him from the contact. it makes his chest ache in the best way to have access to remus’s clothes like this, and to be able to wear them without fear. there had been so much to be afraid of, so many hurdles to overcome in this castle the first time. but the world was a different place, four short years ago when he graduated. he pulls the jumper over his head, and the smell of parchment, oak, and earth overwhelms him. it could make him cry tears of joy, if he thought too hard about it. he slips on his drainpipe jeans, and his chuck taylor trainers. remus had always been fond of them, and who was sirius to deny his boyfriend the simple pleasures in life. he puts on the kettle, as usual for his morning routine, and heads toward a mirror to style his hair. he’s finally gotten his inky strands to lay just right when he hears remus stirring in bed. the part of his mind that he thinks accounts for his wit forces a smug smile on his face, because he can’t help the way he immediately feels pride knowing when remus will wake up, given his routine. just on time.

when remus finally sits up in bed, the kettle is ready. so instead of returning empty handed, sirius waltzes back towards the four poster bed with to mugs in toe, one tea black with a heaping scoop of sugar, one with milk and honey in the perfect balance for his snobbish, tea drinker boyfriend. there’s a light smile on his face, and he hands off the beverage before he even has the time to greet remus with a sweet good morning moonbeam.

“cariad bore da” remus smiles, his eyes still hazy in his early morning sleepiness.

“morning, love.” sirius smiles, although he’d be a liar if he said he’d actually been told what those words meant. through context clues, he’d figured it out long ago. it’s the same way remus greets him every morning, with the same pet name he’d been given all those years ago in sixth year.

“you’re chaperone today, right?” “yeah, ‘m right chuffed about it honestly.” “oh, i’m sure you are.” remus grins, because he knows that sirius “i’m super punk” black loves chaperoning the kids on hogsmeade weekends. he loves to impart any wisdom he has at zonko’s. he loves to come back with little surprises, like a new book or some chocolates for remus.

“so you’ll be back around dinner, then, yeah?”

“should be. i’ve got to shove off, if i don’t want minnie to have my arse for being late.”

sirius pulls remus into a kiss, and it’s so full of the love and peace they’ve made for themselves, right here, in this home. if sirius was being honest, he’s probably never been more at ease, even with the snivelling greasy git of snape roaming the halls with him. he pulls on his leather jacket and makes a move for the door.

“oi, sirius black! you’re really gonna walk out of here in that jacket, and my jumper, right now. that’s fucking unfair.”

“moony, i’ll be walking back in here in your jumper and this jacket in a couple of hours.” he laughs. he tosses his hair over his shoulder to make eye contact with remus as he reaches for the door, and he definitely doesn’t pretend not to notice the way remus gives him a once over with a love sick smile adorning his face.

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when sirius arrives in hogsmeade, he does as he’s supposed to. he keeps an eye on the kids, seating himself on a bench to keep track of who’s going in and out of zonkos. he’s already taken care of his errands in the small town for the day, a tiny package secured in the zipped pocket of his jacket, and a bar of chocolate for remus in his other pocket, patiently waiting for when he returns to their chambers in the evening. he doesn’t expect to see liz tuttle and penny haywood walking up to him, eyes wide and giggling over something. neither seemed like the pranking type, and most of the students knew that that was truly his specialty on these trips.

“professor black!” penny calls, and he looks up from his book to acknowledge them.

“alright girls?”

“we just had a question for you.” liz begins, her eyes fixed intently on his jacket. he isn’t exactly shocked, really, neither penny nor liz had ever asked him about it, but that didn’t mean plenty of other students hadn’t had inquiries about his proclivity for muggle fashion, or the fact that he never wore robes. both he and remus dressed much more like muggles than the majority of the hogwarts staff, and students were bound to have questions about muggle casual clothes.

“what’s a padfoot?” liz asks. she was clearly the bolder of the two, but penny was also a joy in his class.

“sorry– what?”

“padfoot? you’re always wearing that jacket, and it says padfoot across the back. what’s it mean?”

sirius can feel his lips curling into a smile, but he simply shakes his head. he couldn’t tell them it was his nickname. not when the map, which was still in the castle, clearly stated messr. padfoot on it. he could deny any connection to the map, should it come up, if no one knew it was his nickname.

“it’s a muggle joke, girls. don’t worry about it.”

“is that–” penny starts, but liz shoots her some kind of look that sirius has neither the time nor the energy to decode. “is that the jumper professor lupin wears all the time?”

that however, does get a reaction out of him. the young man can feel his cheeks going read at the question, because he really didn’t think these kids took so much stock of his and remus’s closet, and it was his jumper anyways, why shouldn’t he wear it?

“‘s a matter of fact, yeah, it is.”

“oh– you two must have been very good friends while you were at hogwarts if you share clothes.”

“yeah, friends.” sirius agrees, resigned to the fact that he knew remus didn’t want everyone talking about their relationship. sure, it had been four years since they attended hogwarts, but that didn’t mean the bigotry they had experienced no longer existed. and they were so happy here, it would be ridiculous to jeapordize it, if students’ parents found out about them.

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when sirius returns for the evening, he’s in just as breezy of a mood as when he left. he’s got a shit eating grin on his face, because he’s overwhelmed with joy every time he spends a moment alone with remus. as soon as he’s back, he’s finding his place with his arms wrapped around remus, and his lips pressing gentle, loving kisses into his boyfriend’s hair.

“i got you something today.”

“you always get me something when you’re chaperoning.”

“if i want to spoil you moonshine, i’m going to.”

sirius pulls the small package out of one pocket, and the bar of chocolate out of the other. when remus’s hands pull the wrapper off of the smaller of the two boxes, and open what’s inside, the joy on his face is something that sirius is sure could rival any magic, or any god.

“just wanted to say i love you.” sirius whispers, watching as remus slips the modest silver band on his finger.

“i love you too.”

#springsteen/madonna au #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #r/s #domestic bliss #fluffy af #wolfstar-nerds #my writing

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cake-in-a-tin · 4 years

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this is for @silversickles‘ wolfstar minifest, and the day 2 prompt - detention. sorry this got a bit long, haha. hope you like it! Remus couldn't believe he’d gotten a detention. Like come on. He hadn't been doing that much wrong. Well, maybe he had but that wasn't the point. The point was that Severus Snape was for it next time Remu saw him, because boy oh boy was he going to pay. And on top of that, Sirius was gonna be in detention as well. Could it get any worse?

Any worse than what, some people might have been wondering if they had been transported to Remus’ thoughts at that moment. Any worse than being stuck in a room with your crush, who also happens to be your best friend, for an hour and a half, that's what. Any worse than having been avoiding said crush because when you were around him you couldn't actually form coherent sentences.

As it turned out, it could get worse. “Right in here boys, you will be sorting through the files of bad behaviour, something that has to be done at least once every fifteen years.” Filch sneered. “One day, maybe someone will be looking through files about you. Think about how much work you’ve given them, eh.”

A tiny storage cupboard. Of course. Of fucking course. Remus sighed and braced himself for the awkwardness that was sure to come. He was bad enough while he was around people he was just friends with, barely able to hold a conversation without becoming too self conscious, so how was he meant to deal with keeping up a conversation with Sirius fucking Black. Especially in close proximity.

“This is bloody ridiculous.” Sirius was complaining, while loosening his tie in a way that infuriated Remus. Why should he be allowed to do that. Why should Sirius be allowed to unbutton the first three buttons of his shirt. It was bloody unfair, because if remus ever dared try something like that he'd get called a wanker, but of course all the girls were fawning over Sirius. Made the prospects of him liking Remus back even slimmer. Who in their right minds would like him, a bloke, when there were dozens of girls willing to be with them. Nobody was the answer to that question. Absolutely nobody.

Sighing again (a lot of sighing was going to take place this evening, Remus could tell) he pulled open a drawer and started to flick through the many reports of misbehaviour from the past years at Hogwarts. Remus was honestly relieved that Siirus wasn't trying to make small talk, he couldn't deal with that at the moment.

Around fifteen minutes later the two boys were startled by the door to the storage room banging shut and the distinct sound of a key turning in a lock came from outside.

“Hey!” Remus yelled, and peered out the small window at the top of the door, where he could just see Snape's greasy head disappearing around the corner.

“Snape, that fucking asshole.” he growled under his breath. “I’m gonna get him for this jesus christ.”

After a quick try of alohomora, which didn't work, Remus remembered that all rooms with confidential things inside were only unlocked by a specific enchanted key. A key that Snape seemed to have. He swore under his breath.

Sirius was being unusually quiet, and Remus looked round at him. He was shocked to see him curled up against the cabinets, taking quick, uneven breaths.

“Sirius? Are you alright?” Remus could make out Sirius quickly shaking his head in the dim light, and knelt down next to him. Unsure of quite what to do, he rested his hand on the other boy's shoulder.

“You need to take deep breaths, okay? Slowly, with me...” Remus started taking slow, deep breaths, trying to keep calm himself, and act as though there was nothing wrong, or at least, as though he wasn't too worried, so Sirius wasn't worried about him. After a couple of minutes of deep breathing, Sirius seemed to manage to slow his breaths down, but he was still shaking slightly. Remus, who still had his hand placed firmly on the other boy’s shoulder, gave him what he hoped was a soothing rub on said shoulder. Sirius, to his surprise, leaned into his side, so he quickly moved his other arm up, to hug him, and try and stop the trembling.

“I’m so sorry about that, Remus,” Sirius murmured.

“Dont you dare fucking apologise Pads, I just wanna make sure youre okay.” Remus moved his head so he was looking right in Sirius’ shining eyes, which were red from crying. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I think so. I mean…shit. It's never been quite as bad before.”Sirius was very quiet, almost mumbling.

“You mean, this has happened before? Siri, you know you can talk to me about anything.” Sirius let out a watery chuckle.

“Your dont wanna listen to this Re, trust me.”

“I do. And i'm not gonna judge you. I just wanna know what's up. It hurts so bad knowing that you're in pain and you aren't telling me. I don't think you quite grasp how much you mean to me Pads. Seriously - do not make the joke - you are the most important person in my life right now, and i can't bear to see you struggling like that. So please just talk to me.” Remus took a deep breath. Had he really just said that stuff out loud to Sirius’ face? If he laughed- oh god, Remus didn't think he would be able to handle that, he’d probably just die of embarrassment on the floor.

“It's just - this reminds me of my mother's punishments.” Sirius was speaking. Quietly, yes, but he was confiding in Remus. “She’s been especially bad this summer. I’ve been trying to take most of the blame, because i can't bear to see Reggie hurt, but the easiest way for her to get to me is just locking me in the wardrobe upstairs. I spent hours in there Re. Sometimes a day or more.” He took a deep shuddering breath, and Remus just pulled him tighter to his side, silently fuming at Walburga Black. “I felt like I couldn't breathe in there. It was pitch black, and of course I couldn't use my wand to make light. I couldn't eat either.

“Then today when snape locked us in (fuck him by the way), it just felt like it was her doing it all over again. Oh jesus bloody christ you dont wanna hear my fucking sob stories, im sorry Re. I just needed to get this off my chest.”

Sirius visibly relaxed against Remus after he'd said all this, who rested his cheek on the shorter boy’s dark hair.

“What did I say before? Dont fucking apologise. You don't deserve any of that stuff. I’m going to kill your mother next time i see her, you're gonna have to keep a firm grip on me.” Sirius laughed at this.

The two boys sat in comfortable silence, taking deep breaths together, still in sync, like two halves of one person, connected in some way. The dark surrounded them, but unlike before, it wasn't tearing at them, or confining them. It was just there, co existing with them.

“Hey Re?”

“Mmhm?”

“You mean a lot to me as well.” Remus’ heart skipped a couple of beats. Sure Sirius probably meant this as in friendship terms, but still…

“Sorry?”

“You said earlier that I mean a lot to you, and i wanted to tell you that you mean a lot to me too.” If this was one of the muggle books Renys had been reading recently, this would be the point where he and Sirius confessed their undying love for each other and made out until the chapter ended. But this wasn't one of those books, this was real life. Sirius had just had some sort of anxiety attack, and they were locked in a storage cupboard for Gods’ sake. Plus, Remus was perfectly content just sitting in the dark, head resting on Sirius’ until someone came and found them.

#silversicklesminifest #wolfstar #fanfic #detention #tw panic attack

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eastons-creations · 7 months

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I CANT I JUST——

One of the best short long fics I have read in a while. Go read because legit this was just amazing.

an I’m legit already on the the sequel😂❤️

@jennandblitz loved this an your writing. The anount of emotions you put me though in this fic…I can’t. I cried bro.

go check em out!!

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stanananathon · 5 years

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hi so this account is mostly it themed but i’m also a huge ass harry potter nerd and i love me some wolfstar so I felt like writing this but lemme know if this bothers anybody and i’ll do hp writing on a different account! :)

also this is 2.8k words lolol but i promise it’s worth it!!

James could tell Sirius was struggling with something. He was spending less time cracking jokes and more time looking pensive. He would space out during meals and spend a lot of time in his four-poster with the curtains shut. James figured he was just upset about something and was just going to let him pout it out, but when it lasted almost two weeks, he decided to intervene.

The four marauders were on their way to charms when James decided that he and Sirius needed to skip charms today.

“We’ll meet up with you boys later!” James grinned and pulled Sirius away, leaving a confused Remus and a shrugging Peter in his wake.

“What is going on?” Sirius asked as James took him into an abandoned classroom.

“I’d like to ask you the same thing.” James ventured, but Sirius just gave him an incredulous look.

“What the fuck are you on about?” James rolled his eyes.

“You! You’ve been acting all weird lately, but I can’t figure out why.” Sirius immediately closed in on himself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” James sighed.

“C’mon, Pads. It’s me. Whatever’s going on you can tell me. We’re brothers.” James tried to make eye contact, but Sirius kept his head bowed, something he only did when he was ashamed. James set a hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

“Pads?” He asked quietly. He heard a quiet sniffle in response. Immediately, he pulled Sirius into a tight hug, who reciprocated quickly. Gripping the pack of James’ robes, Sirius let himself cry.

They were mostly silent tears, for Sirius was never a loud crier. After a couple minutes, Sirius pulled back, furiously wiping at his face.

“Sorry, I’m just being dumb.”

“Don’t apologize, Sirius. What’s going on?” Sirius wrung his hands.

“I’ve um--recently been um--noticing some...things about myself.”

“Okay...?”

“And they have to do with--um--feelings...” Sirius trailed off and looked at James pleadingly as if to say Please understand what I’m saying. I can’t say it myself. I need you to say it for me. James did his best.

“Okay, feelings. Like for a person?” Sirius nodded. “And, you’re ashamed of these feelings.” Sirius hung his head again and gave a small nod.

“Pads. Are you--are you gay?” James ventured. He didn’t want to be the one to come out for Sirius but it seemed like Sirius would never be able to say it on his own. Sirius was still for a moment.

“No. Yes. Or maybe. I don’t know.” Sirius grasped at his hair. “Look, this-this guy, I have feelings for. The way I feel about him, I’ve never felt about anyone else, especially not a girl.” Sirius wasn’t quite ready to tell James just whom he had this crush on, though thoughts of a sweater-wearing werewolf past through his mind.

“Okay,” James nodded, “so maybe you’re gay. What then?” Sirius gave a pained laugh.

“My mum kicks me out, I get disinherited, my brother hates me, and I lose what little connection I have left to the Black family.” James nodded again.

“So, then, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.” Sirius looked lost. James put an arm around him.

“It sounds like maybe you need to do some thinking, but I’m always here for you, man. The Black’s are the worst, but you’ve always got a brother in me.” Sirius managed a smile.

“Thanks, mate.”

Sirius took what James said to heart. He did some thinking, a lot of it, and borderline thought himself into a tailspin. Not only was he a pureblood in the magical community of a famous house, but he was all of that in the U.K. in the 1970s. Sure stuff was starting to happen in the muggle world, at least--people grouping together, calling for fair treatment, representation--but that didn’t change people’s minds, and that didn’t account for the wizarding world.

Whether you had magic or not, being gay wasn’t normal. Then again Sirius had never really thought of himself as normal; he was the first Gryffindor in the Black family, possibly, ever? He didn’t even know. But wasn’t he already ostracized enough for that? Did he really need to add on something like being gay to his reputation?

Sirius immediately became ashamed of who he was. He had accepted it, he knew he couldn’t change who he was attracted to, but that in no ways meant he had to act on it. He knew what James said, and he wanted to believe him, but as much as he hated this his family was still his family. What was he going to do if they really did kick him out?

Without even realizing it, he began to draw away from his friends. He always knew he had James, but he felt the need to talk less, joke less. Remus, he couldn’t even look in the eye. If Remus knew how he felt, how he felt about him he’d never forgive Sirius.

But then Remus comes out to the group as bisexual and Sirius’ world turns upside down. Remus tells the boys one night after recovering from a particularly bad full moon. He tells them quietly but sincerely, saying that he wasn’t going to start wearing makeup or that his demeanor would change, but that he wasn’t going to hide it either. James was the first to jump him, saying that this still didn’t change anything, they’d always love Remus; he was their friend. Peter, as much of a follower as ever, nodded right along with James.

But Sirius. Sirius sat for a moment. His brain couldn’t wrap itself around the idea of Remus being queer. And he came out. Did Sirius have to do that? He didn’t think he could. Suddenly there was a static electricity filling his chest, and the next thing he knew, Sirius was running. He sped out of the common room, ignoring James calling after him, and made his way to an empty classroom. He grasped at his hair as he tried to catch his breath.

He had a few minutes to collect himself before someone burst through the door.

“What the fuck, Pads?” Sirius whipped around to a very angry Remus.

“I--”

“Why’d you run away?” Don’t ask that question, please don’t ask anything that might make me say it. “Am I that disgusting?” No, no you’re beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful. “Well?”

Sirius wanted to answer him. He wanted to say something, anything, but it was like there was a hand around his throat, constricting him from speaking. Remus’ eyes burned with fury.

“Seriously? You have nothing to say? I thought we were best friends!” We are! We are, we are, we are. “I can’t believe that after everything we’d been through this is what you choose to be the dividing point between us.” Hurt flashed over Remus’ eyes and he gave Sirius one last look.

“Fine then.” He made his way to the door. “Goodbye, Sirius.” Remus closed the door behind him and Sirius broke down on the floor.

Sirius and Remus didn’t talk for two weeks. It was after that that James decided he needed to intervene again. One night, James and Sirius had an hour to themselves (Peter had gotten detention and Remus had been spending his nights in the library), so James decided now was the time. He made his way over to Sirius’ bed and pulled open the curtain.

“Woah, there!” Sirius joked, “Warn a guy before you try to jump him, yeah?”

“Cut the crap, Sirius. What went down between you and Moony?” Sirius immediately looked down at his lap, starting to fiddle with his hands.

“I fucked thing up, Prongs.” James sighed and sat down at his feet.

“How?”

“Well, he followed me when I bolted out to have a panic attack, and caught me right after, confronted me, asked if I thought he was disgusting, and when I didn’t say anything, he left.”

“Oh, Pads.”

“I wanted to say something! I-I wanted to say everything. That-that he’s not alone, that I’m,” he gulped, “that I’m gay, and-and I wanted...” Sirius paused and James searched his eyes for what he was trying to say.

“Wanted..?”

“I wanted to tell him that I love him.” Sirius hung his head and wiped at his eyes. “Dammit, I’ve always loved him. Since the moment he told us that he was a werewolf and I saw how damn brave he was, you know? He’s just so beautiful, but I can’t tell him.”

“Why not?” James asked softly.

“Because what if he doesn’t feel the same, you know? What if it just ruins our friendship?”

“Sirius you haven’t talked to each other in two weeks. I think that anything you tell him now that explains why you acted the way you did could only help your situation.” Sirius nodded and sniffled.

“Yeah, I s’pose you’re right.” Right then they hear the dormitory door open and James looks at Sirius expectantly. He peaks around to confirm that it’s Remus and not Peter, before giving Sirius one last look and standing up.

“Well, I’ve got some business to deal with, so I’ll have to see you two later!” He made is way out of the door, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. Sirius knew that this was the moment he needed to say something.

“Hey, Moony. Fancy, seeing you here, huh?” Sirius ventured, immediately regretting it when Remus made eye contact with him.

“What do you want, Sirius? I thought we weren’t talking to each other.” Okay, he deserved that.

“Well, um, I want to talk now, um--”

“Oh, do you? Have you finally been able to wrap your head around me being bi? Not afraid I’m gonna jump you in the shower anymore or stare at you when you change?”

“No, Jesus, Rem, I never thought--”

“Don’t.” Remus’ voice was sharp. “Don’t call me that.” Sirius deflated.

“Okay. Remus. Look, what I wanted to say--”

“And, you know, of all people I never thought you would be the one to reject me. With your family, I thought you of all people would understand feeling like the odd one out. I thought you’d be empathetic at least.” Sirius’ heart broke for Remus.

“I did--do. I do understand. Look, Remus, please just listen.” Sirius stood up to try and get Remus to look him in the eyes.

“I don’t want to listen, Sirius! I tried to listen two weeks ago, and you just-you just stared at me. You didn’t say anything.” Remus’ shoulders drooped and he turned back towards the door. But Sirius couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have Remus hate him, couldn’t have him so disappointed in him.

“Remus, please--” Sirius gripped his arm, getting as close as to would to begging Remus to stay just a minute longer, please. “I’m-I’m trying, okay?”

“Trying to what?” Remus bit back, but he didn’t pull his arm out of Sirius’ grip, which he wanted to believe was good. Sirius swallowed, decided it was now or ever, and putting on the most sincere voice he could, he looked Remus in the eyes and told him.

“I’m trying to tell you,” he cleared his throat, “that I’m in love with you.”

The silence hung in the air as time stood still. Sirius waited for Remus’ response while Remus tried to wrap his head around what he’d just heard. Sirius was his love? With him?

“You--what?” Remus sputtered. Sirius let out a ghost of a laugh.

“I’m in love with you. I have been for years but I just didn’t know how to deal with it.” He let go of Remus’ arm to start pacing as he let himself let out everything he’d been feeling.

“I ignored it for a long time until I couldn’t, and then James noticed and he just wouldn’t let it go, you know? And then I start thinking about it, and I’m like ‘Yeah, okay, I’m gay.’ And then I started thinking about it more and about how I’m already isolated from my family, and how it’s wrong and people die for being gay, and I just got so scared, Rem. And-and then you came out and you made it look so easy, and then I was just even more ashamed because you could do it, why couldn’t I? And then you yelled at me and I saw how you looked at me that night and I wanted to tell you right then and there, but I just couldn’t.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“James.” Sirius grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “He-uh, talked to me again. Told me that even if you ended up not feeling the same way that at least I could try to set things straight with us. Cos I was scared of that, too. Of me confessing and you hating me, but then James pointed out to me that you probably weren’t gonna hate me more than you already did, so--”

“I don’t hate you.”

“No?” Sirius looked up from the floor to see the Remus had stepped across the room so that he and Sirius were no longer at opposite ends.

“No, I could never you. I was afraid of the same thing.” Remus admitted, and Sirius laughed as tears of relief welled in his eyes. He took a step forward himself, and put his hands on Remus’ arms, Remus reciprocated by gripping his elbows tightly.

“I could never, ever hate you, Moony.” Remus let himself sigh in relief, and Sirius watched as a tear drifted down his cheek. Before he realized what he was doing, he’d lifted a hand to wipe the tear from Remus’ face, delicately caressing the skin. When this happened, Remus’ eyes locked with Sirius’ and Sirius instantly felt like he was drowning in them. Remus’ gaze flickered between Sirius’ eyes and lips. Sirius felt his breath catch in his throat. Was Remus going to kiss him? Please let the answer be yes. But then Remus pulled back slightly.

“So, you’re in love with me?” Sirius cleared his throat again.

“Uh-yeah, well--”

“I’m in love with you too. I have been since the day I met you.” And, Merlin, if Sirius thought he was drowning before, this was a whole new level. Remus was looking at him with such seriousness, such sincerity. Sirius did the only thing he could think to do, and he pulled Remus’ face into his.

And then they were kissing. Sirius couldn’t believe it. It was like he’d been going about his whole life wondering what his purpose was, and this was it. Kissing Remus, loving Remus, it was everything. His hands slid up Remus’ neck to grip at his hair, causing Remus to growl and back Sirius up into one of the columns a fourposter. His arm’s wrapped around Sirius’ waist; Sirius sighed into Remus’ mouth when he felt his hands slip underneath his shirt to brush his lower back.

Just as things were getting good, however, they were rudely interrupted by James and Peter bursting through the door.

“Have you two made up yet?” James called before actually looking at them. When he did, he smirked.

“Well, I’d say so.” Peter quipped, and James cackled, giving him a high five. Peter might have never been prouder of himself than he was in that moment.

“We were in the process of getting along before you two oh-so-rudely interrupted us.” Remus let his head drop into the crook of Sirius’ neck and snickered. James guffawed.

“Look, I’m very happy for you two, mate, really. But this dormitory does not house just the two of you. The rest of us do not need to hear you fucking all the time.”

“James!” Sirius said, mock-scandalized. He would have said more but then Remus pressed his body against his, and he felt a certain something against his thigh as Remus whispered in his ear.

“Well, it would be rude of us to have to subject them to that, wouldn’t it? But I do happen to have access to a certain bathroom with a lockable door...” He lightly bit Sirius’ earlobe, causing the poor pureblood to nearly jump into the ceiling. He turned red as James cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Well!” He managed, “Remus and I have a little time to, uh, make up for, so we’ll see you chaps later!” Sirius dragged Remus out of the dormitory as Remus cackled, Peter look scandalized, and James faux gagged.

“Be safe, children!” He called after them. He laughed before beginning to get out his Transfiguration homework. After a minute or two, Peter spoke up.

“Oh, dear god.” James looked up at him.

“What’s up, Wormy?”

“It’s Remus and Sirius. Two of the dumbest most oblivious boys on the planet. Do you realize how over-involved we’re going to be in their relationship because those fucks can’t handle their emotions?” James took a moment before a funny dread filled his stomach.

“Shit.”

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shriekingshxck · 7 years

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Golden

Wolfstar for “You’re too young to hate the world”

requested by @mrncwton

Pairing: Remus/Sirius

Word count: 2241

Warnings: Angst, a bit of kissing (idk if kissing needs a warning, but better safe than sorry), slight canon divergence*

* The incident with Sirius trying to get Snape to enter the Whomping Willow is said to have found place early into their Hogwarts years. In this fic, it happens during their sixth year, sometime right before 3/4 marauders become animagi, which I also moved forth a year. Sorry about this to those who prefer things to stick to canon 100%.

To the general public, Remus appears quiet, soft spoken and overall amicable. And he is, but the thing about people who are quiet, soft spoken and amicable, is that when they once in a blue moon get angry, they get very angry. They get scary.

Sirius can vouch for that as he has, as of eighteen days ago, experienced a furious Remus Lupin first hand.

The furious version of Remus was shaking, his skin was pale as a sheet and his eyes held a fire as wild and untamable Fiendfyre. When he stood there in a secluded corner of the courtyard those eight days ago, Sirius wondered if Remus was gonna curse him, punch him or both. Neither was the case, but Sirius thinks that if Remus had drawn his wand on him, he would have let him. He would have deserved it.

“He’ll come around eventually,” James says on the ninteenth day. It’s nine o’clock in the evening and they’re sat around a table in the common room, James and Sirius engaged in a game of chess while Peter watches. All three of them are sneaking occasional glances at the fireplace, in front of which Remus is sitting alone with his nose buried in a book.

Sirius grunts and moves his knight. “It’s been almost three weeks and he still won’t even look at me.”

“Can you blame him?” Peter supplies. “What you did was-”

“Yes, yes, I know, I was a complete knob,” Sirius snaps. He doesn’t need Peter, nor anyone else, to tell him that he was an irresponsible prick. He’s got enough introspection to have realised that himself.

They finish the game (Sirius wins) and begrudgingly pull out their books, yawning and groaning themselves through their arithmancy homework. Peter, meanwhile, is making attempts at vanishing various objects; books, rolls of parchment, quills, James’ trousers before the latter mentioned takes notice and whacks him in the back of his head.

As he’s finishing up the last assignment, Sirius looks up in time to see Remus head across the room towards the stairs leading up to the dormitories. Remus doesn’t even glance in their direction, just strides right past their table. If it hadn’t been for the heavy lump in his stomach, Sirius would have laughed at how Remus is all but sticking his nose in the air as he walks.

Sirius looks at James, who grimaces. “I dunno, mate,” is all he says. Unhelpful bastard.

“Think he would kill me if I try to talk to him now?” Sirius asks. “I mean, Frank’s still down here and so are you two, so it’s empty up there and-”

“The timing’s good, but the timing could also be dreadful,” Peter says.

James makes a hum of agreement. “He didn’t much look like he fancied having a chat with you. Or any of us, really.”

“What’s up with that?” Peter asks. “It’s not like either of us did anything, James even prevented it from happening.”

“He doesn’t wanna talk to us because he thinks we’ll try and get him to forgive Sirius,” James says wisely.

“I reckon you might be right about that,” Sirius says glumly. He considers what to do for about five more seconds, then makes his decision and stuffs his books, his quill and two parchment rolls into his bag, and stands up on his feet.

James raises his eyebrows. “You going up there?”

“If I’m not back in half an hour, come check on me,” Sirius says before he heads off.

The door to the dormitories is closed when he reaches the top of the stairs. He hesitates for several drawn-out seconds before he pushes down the door handle and swings the door open.

Remus is standing by his bed, busy changing into his pyjamas. He stops with his pyjama shirt buttoned halfway up when his eyes find Sirius’.

Sirius offers a tentative smile. “Long time, no see.”

Remus doesn’t answer with as much as a blink of his eyes, just finishes buttoning up his shirt, then steps out of his trousers and replaces them with pyjama bottoms.

Sirius dumps his bag by the foot end of his bed, before walking over to Remus’ bed to sit down. “Exactly for how long are you gonna treat me like I’m air?”

Remus shrugs. “For as long as you deserve it.”

“So... forever?”

“Possibly.”

“Remus...” No response. “I- come on, can’t you just... yell at me and get it over with?”

“I’ve already yelled at you, as you might recall,” Remus says as he’s folding his clothes neatly and putting them on a chair by the bed. “I’m done with that.”

Sirius scoffs. “Then do whatever it is you need to do, because this is getting old, alright?”

Remus stands up straight and glares down at Sirius. “It’s getting old? No, Sirius, what’s getting old is you jumping at every chance you get to make a joke, even when said joke might actually kill someone, or worse, get them infected with lycanthropy.”

The lump in Sirius’ stomach returns, heavier this time. He bites his lip. “It was just Snivellus, though,” he says. “Wouldn’t have been that much of a loss, would it?”

Remus is turning white and his jaw’s gone taut. “He might be a complete git, Sirius, but that doesn’t mean he deserves to become... that. Or to die.”

“I disagree,” Sirius mutters, even though, strictly spoken, he’s not sure he actually means it.

“You- fuck you, Sirius, really,” Remus bites. “Even if you really are so much of an arse that you think he’d deserve that, did you ever stop to consider how it would make me feel if something had happened to him because of me? If I’d bitten him? Or mauled him to death?”

The lump that was previously in Sirius’ stomach shoots up and stops somewhere in his throat, while his heart drops and he can feel himself grow pale. He looks at Remus, unblinking, then shakes his head ever so slightly.

“Of course you didn’t.” Remus snorts, but there’s no humour in it. “You put me in a position where I could’ve ended up with someone’s blood on my hands, Sirius. Do you even realise how fucked up that is?”

Sirius doesn’t quite know how to breathe normally anymore, so he takes a large gulp of air. “I didn’t think about it like that,” he admits.

“Of course you didn’t,” Remus says again. He sits down next to Sirius and folds his hands in his lap. “You... you’ve been an irresponsible prick for as long as I’ve known you, but this took it to a whole new level. Putting someone’s life in actual danger, Sirius? Putting me at risk of killing or turning someone? Do you want me to despise myself more than I already do?”

Sirius’ eyes widen and on pure instinct, he throws his arms around Remus’ neck and pulls him in for a hug. Remus doesn’t hug back, but he doesn’t pull away either. “No, no, no,” he mumbles, shaking his head into Remus’ neck. “I don’t want you to despise yourself at all, I- no, never.”

“Do you just hate the world, then?” Remus asks, his words clipped. “You’re too young to hate the world, Sirius, but when you pull so-called pranks like that, it makes me wonder if that’s exactly it. Is it some sort of fucked up cry for attention?”

Sirius blinks. He doesn’t pull back. “No, I don’t... hate the world,” he says, his breath fanning over Remus’ ear. “I just thought it’d be a good prank, I didn’t think-”

“About the large number of consequences? Clearly. No sane and stable person pulls a prank like that. You’re lashing out and that’s-”

“You’re sixteen years old, you git, stop talking to me like you’re fifty.”

A curt, but ernest laugh escapes Remus’ lips. Sirius smiles. “How long are you gonna hug me?”

“Sorry,” Sirius says and pulls back, letting his hands slide down Remus’ arms. “Does this mean... are we okay?”

“No, we’re not okay,” Remus says.

Sirius can feel his face fall. “But... you’re talking to me again?”

“Doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you.” When Sirius opens his mouth to protest, Remus beats him to it. “Give me some time, alright? If it hadn’t been for the fact that James is slightly more sane than you are, Snape would probably have been dead now and that would have been on me thanks to you. I can’t just forget that.”

Sirius inhales deeply, forces himself not to tear Remus’ bed curtains right off and light them on fire, or throw his shoes across the room. “Alright,” he says. “Are you at least gonna start hanging with us again?”

Remus smiles weakly. “Give me a few more days.”

Resisting the urge to pout, Sirius nods. He looks at Remus, takes in his soft eyes, his pink lips, the tiny scars scattered around on his neck, the vague, yet permanent, wary look in his eyes. He wants to lean forward and kiss Remus, to hold him close and watch the wary look disappear for a moment.

“And... what about us?” he asks, eyes flickering nervously between Remus’ face and shoulder.

“Us?”

Sirius shrugs, does his best to appear nonchalant while the fact of the matter is that his heart’s trying to beat its way out of his chest. “We- well, you know, the day before... that, we said some things and did some things, and... what happens with all of that now?”

Looking down for a split second, Remus grimaces. “I... don’t know. Not that I don’t feel- you know, but...”

“But you’re angry with me,” Sirius finishes for him, smiling crookedly. If anything, he’s relieved. Remus hasn’t fallen out of love with him, he’s just angry, which means there’s still hope.

“Yeah. We should just-”

“Give it time?”

“Stop interrupting me, you arse,” Remus snorts, giving Sirius’ shoulder a light shove. “But yeah. Give it time and we’ll see.”

Putting a hand on Remus’ knee, Sirius starts thumbing carefully at the thin fabric of the pyjama bottoms. He keeps his eyes on his thumb. “I’m sorry, you know,” he says. “I don’t know if I’ve said that yet, like... straight out, so... I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I’ll never do something like that again. I never meant to cause you any grief. I want you to be... happy. And I wanna be with you when you’re happy. I don’t wanna stand by and watch you be miserable.”

“Now who’s talking like he’s fifty?”

Sirius sticks his tongue out. “I was trying to be romantic.”

“I think you need to work on that. Too sappy.”

“Why do you insist on insulting me?”

Remus laughs. “Sorry.”

Sirius smiles, Remus smiles back, and for one blissful moment, it’s like the last nineteen days never happened, like they’re back in that semi-hidden corridor on the fifth floor and Sirius has just kissed Remus for the first time and is nervously awaiting a reaction.

He gnaws on his lip, tries to read Remus’ expression. Remus is still smiling and there’s something fond, albeit reserved, pooling in the depths of his eyes. So Sirius goes for it. Leaning in, he puts one hand on the back of Remus’ neck, and presses a soft, chaste kiss to his lips before pulling back an inch or two.

Remus doesn’t react at once and Sirius wonders if he’s about to get slapped. But then Remus huffs out a tiny, breathy laugh, and joins their lips again. They sit like that, both slightly awkwardly bent to the side, and kiss slowly and carefully. Sirius’ heart is beating so hard they could might as well have been naked and had their tongues shoved down each other’s throats, though.

Just as Remus’ hand comes up to cup Sirius’ cheek and Sirius has half a thought of poking his tongue out to get a proper taste of Remus, a loud bang disrupts the silence and James’ loud voice fills the room. “It’s been thirty minutes on the dot, so we’re here to rescue your sorry arse from Remus’ wrath and- what in Merlin’s name?”

Sirius and Remus have stilled completely. Sirius lets his hand fall down to the mattress and Remus scoots a couple of feet to the side to create some distance between himself and Sirius.

James is standing a number of steps into the room, a look on his face as if someone got him with a vaguely uncomfortable hex. Peter is standing right behind him, his eyes darting back and forth between James, and Sirius and Remus.

“That’s just overkill, mate,” James says eventually. “Talk about not doing things by halves. You went up here to get him to talk to you again and you end up snogging him; you tried to pull a prank and almost got Snivellus killed. You’re golden.”

Sirius throws a pillow at him. “Too soon, James.”

"Never too soon for a joke,” James says with a shrug as he strolls over to his bed and flops down. “What do you say we try stringing Snivellus from the ceiling of the Great Hall tomorrow night and then silence him and see how long it takes for anyone to realise he’s there?”

#i realise that 2/3 of my fics now take place in the dormitories #i'll work on that #leah writes #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar drabble #camillesfam #mischiefnet #why do i keep posting things at 3am #harrypotternetwork

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hi, blogs you can say nice things about, pj, fynn, jo, malu, allison, cc, sawyer, geo, lore and/or the first 20 blogs that pop up in your head(sorry that that are a lot of blogs)

Okay, I’m gonna do the thing where I talk about their blog and about them because why not?

@huffledoofMy favorite thing about Fynn’s blog? Oh boy, okay, sit yourself down, my buddy my pal because it’s not just one simple thing. It’s not just the blog content that is so freakin 10/10, a great mix of Harry Potter and everything else. There’s a reason I had them on notifications even before we were really good friends. If you look at their blog, there is endless amounts of creativity with OCs and their own threads and so many more things that are going to bring a smile to your face. But that’s not all. It’s the amazing human being behind the screen, i.e. one of the best, most incredible friends I could have ever hoped to have met. I love that they alway speak their mind, and I admire them so deeply for being true to who they are. I mean, listen, you’re talking about the Sirius Black to my James Potter, so of course I’m going to gush about them. I adore Fynn’s blog, and then I got to have more love for it because the creator of that blog is a person with so much talent and passion and dedication and openness and kindness for others, and I am lucky to call them an incredibly close and good friend of mine.

@justanothernerdyroleplayer My favorite thing about PJ’s blog is the sheer amount of content he has. Like, so so much stuff on his blog as different characters with so many ideas, and he’s always willing to try something new or randomly start something. I also really love his writing??? I love that, even though he doesn’t always tag things, when he does it’s like “oooo tags what do they say??” And, okay, I get secondhand happiness whenever something exciting happens for him. As for the part about the person, I mean, hello, here’s the other half of my wolfstar friends. He’s actually Remus Lupin, it’s a little frightening some times. He’s also a fantastic listener with a lot of love to give and like, have I mentioned he’s also pretty much my best friend/like a brother?

@lilyflowerevansAaalllll their characters, holy shoot. Jo can do so much with what they’ve got, like damn son, how you do the makeup thing so well??? And just the whole range of who they are willing, and will figure out how, to do. About Jo, I really absolutely adore their willingness to fight and their loyalty because smol with tol attitude. I also really love that I can spend hours on a gh with Jo after not seeing their lovely face for a while, and we’re still mega chill and such dorks together. 10/10 would befriend this great human again.

@bookwormravenclawgirlI love that Malu’s blog is such a safe and welcoming place. She’s always got a kind word for people and reaches out to them to introduce herself or to just make sure they know she’s there and supportive. It’s actually one of my favorite things about Malu too. I also really love that she’s got an endless amount of ideas of things to create and she wants to share it with others. I’m honestly always so in awe of what she comes up with.

@xxdrxco-mxlfoyxx Initially, it was the imagines because goodness gracious, so much !!!!!!! The writing was brilliant and I still love going back and reading them every once in a while. I love that about Allison’s blog. Then it became about the sheer amount of amazingness that was her Draco rp and how NICE she is. Like, I don’t know if you read her responses to things, but they’re always freakin gold. Also, this is one of my few close Slytherin friends, and the reason she’s one of the few, not just because I don’t know too many of them, is because she’s got some of the fiercest loyalty to those she cares about and it’s such a wonderful thing to be part of her friendship.

@huffledoge Mi gemela literally has the most amazing ideas for roleplays. Like, her ideas were literally the first thing I loved about her, and she was so excited and I was like “yes yes yes!! Followbutton!!” so fast. Her comments and additions to posts are so great too, like everything she reblogs I look forward to seeing. About this absolute gem of a person, I love that she’s so able to make people laugh and make them feel at ease. I love that CC is the kind of person who you can’t help but love and appreciate because she’s always supporting your ideas and helping you make a few changes here and there to get it how you want it.

@actually-hermione-granger Hi, hello, yes, this blog is run by someone who has a limitless supply of desire to do things and test things out. I love that she occasionally posts her music, because she’s got such a beautiful voice and she shares it so easily. I love that Sawyer is a bundle of energy more often than not. I love that she’s so friendly and encouraging. I love that she trusts me and that I trust her. I love that she’s my platonic Lily. I love that this sweet person makes jokes and is able to let herself be herself while encouraging others to do the same.

@i-am-a-were-remus Geo’s blog is so good. Like, there’s so many great things going on, like the characters they decide to try out and how they respond, like oh my, Geo is such a talented pebble. Yes, Geo is a pebble. About this amazing person I’ve recently started to really get to know, Geo will tell jokes if you’re feeling down. I love that Geo will send me pictures of their cat because they know it makes me cry and very happy at the same time. Geo is a sweetheart who I completely adore and am grateful that they came into my life so recently. They also fall asleep when watching movies even though they’re a full 18(?) hours ahead of me. Such a good pebble.

@rainbow-tonks One of my favorite things about Lore’s blog, beside their cosplay (bc omg !!!!! so good I can never get over how amazing their cosplay is and how many characters they can do) is their support. Their support of people in this community. Their advice and their genuine caring for other people. It’s part of the reason why I love Lore. Because they care so deeply and fully, and they are not afraid to express it. They’re honest and will tell you things as they are for your own good. They know what to say and they keep their chin up. They are so good to the people they love, and having them in your life is such a blessing.

I love that everyone’s blog is a representation of who they are. And I love each and every person who runs that blog because they bring something unique to the table. I can say all of these things about them because I talk to them and know them and I am happily able to say they are important people in my life. I support them all fully, and I love them unconditionally. It’s a family that keeps growing and a family that is more than happy to open it’s arms and pull you in for a big, virtual hug. At least until we meet, in which case, it will be a real, physical hug (or whatever they’re comfortable with :) )

(I just stuck to the ones you mentioned. The first 20 would have taken me way too long XD)

#Fynn #PJ #Jo #Malu #Allison #CC #Sawyer #Geo #Lore #tumblr fam #long post #appreciation #spread positivity #:)#I love writing happy things about people I care for

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