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(Wolfstar Christmas Get-Together Coffeeshop AU Holiday Fluff!)
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Sirius is the town’s most eligible bachelor, and while home for the Holidays, everyone seems eager to get him coupled up.
Euphemia wants to set him up with this sweet boy who frequents the library where she works.
Hope Lupin wants to set him up with her own son.
James wants to set him up with Lily's cute best friend.
Sirius, however, isn't interested in any of them, as he's already smitten with the adorable guy from the coffeeshop.
This Love We Got Is the Best Of All
Merry Christmas - Ed Sheeran & Elton John
“Oh my!” Hope Lupin claps her hands together. “What a handsome young man indeed!”
“I told you, didn't I?” Euphemia beams at her. “Hope, this is Sirius Black, James’ best friend, but more like my second son. Sirius, this is Hope Lupin, she has recently joined my book club and I invited her over for tea.”
“Nice to meet you, Mrs Lupin,” Sirius smiles.
“Oh, please.” Hope Lupin waves her hand. “Call me Hope.”
“How was it at the shelter?” Euphemia asks Sirius.
“Very good!” Sirius’ face lights up. “Mr Snuggles’ owner came to pick him up. You should've seen how happy he was that he had found his friend back, it was lovely, and Mr Snuggles wouldn't stop purring.”
“Sirius is studying in London to become a veterinarian,” Euphemia explains to Hope. “And while he's in town for the Holidays, he's volunteering at the animal shelter.”
Hope leans her elbows on the table and rests her head on her hands. “Handsome, smart and good for animals,” she sighs. “All the girls in town must be swooning over you!”
“They are,” Euphemia chuckles. “But he has already broken all of their hearts by having no interest in girls. Though he has never brought home a nice boyfriend for Christmas either,” she adds, with a stern look at Sirius.
“You know,” Hope says, directing a meaningful smile at Sirius. “My son is about your age and still single. And knowing my boy, he'd be quite charmed by you.”
“Now, wait a minute!” Euphemia protests. “If you want to set Sirius up, you'll have to get in line, my dear Hope. There's this really sweet boy who frequents the library, and I've been dying for Sirius to meet him! If only Sirius would let me introduce them…”
“You know I'm not-” Sirius begins, but he's interrupted by Hope.
“Well, surely my own son comes with a higher recommendation than some boy from your workplace,” Hope insists.
“But I know Sirius,” Euphemia counters. “And I know his type best.”
“Hello?” Sirius waves. “Does anyone care what I think?”
“My son is everyone's type,” Hope says firmly.
“And if my match turns out to not be such a match after all, then your son is more than welcome to shoot his shot…”
“Apparently not,” Sirius sighs, hoisting his bag higher up his shoulder and walking out of the kitchen.
“So now they're both trying to set you up?”
James chuckles.
“It's not funny!” Sirius covers his face with his hands as he drops down next to James on James’ bed. “Just mum was bad enough, but now her friends as well?”
James pops himself up on his elbows and waggles his eyebrows. “That's what you get for being the town’s most eligible bachelor.”
“Middle-aged women meddling in your love life?”
“You know,” James says. “If you want to be one step ahead of the nosy ladies, there's always Lily's friend.”
Sirius groans. “Not you too, Jamie!”
“Oh, come on!” James exclaims. “He's a really chill guy and hella cute! You'd totally like him.”
“Jaaaaames, you know that I'm not… open.”
“Right,” James says, rolling onto his back. “Coffeeshop guy,” he sighs exasperatedly.
“Coffeeshop guy,” Sirius sighs dreamily.
“He's so funny and kind, James. You won't believe.”
James snorts. “What I mostly don't believe, is that you still haven't asked him out yet!”
“I'm getting there, I'm getting there,” Sirius says. “But it's not like I haven't made any progress! Did I tell you that he knows my order now?”
James rolls his eyes. “You've been coming there twice a day ever since you got back in town. If he didn't know your order by now, I'd worry about his mental capacities.”
“You should've seen the way he smiled at me yesterday when he handed me my drink” Sirius says dreamily, as if he hasn't even heard James. “He's so pretty, oh my gosh.”
“I would've loved to see that,” James says dryly. “But someone-” He pokes Sirius in his side “-made me solemnly swear that I wouldn't go near that coffeeshop.”
Sirius huffs. “You admitted that you wanted to interrogate him about ‘his intentions’!”
James shrugs. “Only my brotherly duty.” Then he grins. “Lily's friend already passed my test, by the way.”
“Good for him,” Sirius says unimpressed. “I'm sure he'll make someone very happy someday.”
“Good morning, Remus!”
Remus looks up from where he had been rearranging the pastries in the display. “Oh! Sirius! Morning! A good one. To you as well, I mean.”
“Did you survive the morning coffee rush?” Sirius asks as he approaches the counter.
“Barely,” Remus chuckles. “Good thing it's still too early for most people to order one of our more complicated Holiday Specials.” He shudders. “I'm already dreading the afternoon rush. Luckily some customers are thoughtful enough to always come when the rush is over,” he adds, smiling at Sirius.
Sirius’ stomach flutters. Sure, it's super inconvenient to always start his volunteer work at the shelter a bit late and always stay a bit longer, but that smile makes it all worth it. “Well, gotta make sure I get enough one-on-one time with my favourite barista,” Sirius replies with a wink, and he's pretty proud of his smoothness.
Remus’ cheeks colour, and that could be a good sign, though there's always the chance he's just making Remus uncomfortable.
“You charmer,” Remus mumbles, awkwardly bumping Sirius’ shoulder. “Are you looking for a discount?”
Sirius places a hand over his heart and gasps in pretend-shock. “I would never use my charm for such purposes.”
Remus has given him a free cinnamon bun once, and while Sirius is not much of a sweet tooth, he savored every bite.
“No,” Remus chuckles. “Great power and great responsibility, I suppose.”
“Can imagine rush hour is the worst around Christmas,” Sirius says, looking over the menu. “Must be rather frustrating when you have ten people waiting in line, four coffees still running, and someone goes and orders…” He narrows his eyes at the sign above Remus. “A caramel cookie dough vanilla bean syrup latte moccachino with whipped cream and hazelnut topping.” He looks back at Remus. “What even is that?”
Remus leans over the counter and smirks. “Wanna try one?”
“Remus,” Sirius says emphatically. “The day I walk in here and order something like that, please take me to the ER, because I must've slipped and hit my head on the way here.”
“Booo, you're no fun,” Remus pouts rather adorably, as he pushes himself up from the counter. “Your regular it is.”
“Thank you,” Sirius says, pleased.
“You know,” Remus says, turning around to make Sirius’ double shot cappuccino. “You really gotta step out of your comfort zone every once in a while.”
“My coffee is my comfort,” Sirius replies. “So what would even be the use of my coffee moment if I'm using it to step out of my comfort zone?”
“A little adventure, maybe?”
“It's not that I'm not adventurous, it's just that I know what I like and what I don't like.” Sirius shrugs. “I'm actually plenty adventurous in other aspects of my life.”
“Are you now?” Remus asks, turning around to bring Sirius his cup.
“Oh yeah,” Sirius says. “I love going on spontaneous road trips on my motorcycle, for instance. Did I tell you that I drive a motorcycle?”
Remus’ eyes slightly widen. “That's hot.”
Sirius arches an eyebrow.
“Erm, the coffee,” Remus says, putting the cup down in front of Sirius. “Very hot, so, erm, be careful.”
“Thanks,” Sirius says, giving Remus an amused look. “After having ordered it about twenty times already, that hadn't occurred to me yet.”
Remus immediately hands Sirius his cappuccino as he walks in that afternoon. He's got cacao powder stains on his apron, whipped cream on his cheek, cookie crumble in his hair, and a bewildered look in his eyes, making him look like a very cute mess.
Sirius arches an eyebrow. “You're not gonna try to push one of your Holiday Specials on me?”
Remus shakes his head. “I feel like I've made enough moccaccinos, frappuccinos, chococcinos, hazelnuccinos, or whatever kind of ccinos for the rest of my life. If you ordered one, I might have actually refused.”
“Well, not to worry,” Sirius says, taking a sip from his drink. “And here I thought my impeccable argumentation had convinced you.”
“Well, the motorcycle was a strong argument,” Remus says, leaning over the counter, resting his head on his hand. “Guess there's a whole other side of you outside of this coffeeshop that I do not know yet,” he murmurs, looking at Sirius intently.
Sirius tries to school his expression into something more collected than how he feels on the inside, because yet? Does that mean Remus wants to get to know him while he's not just doing his job? And god, must he be looking at him like that?
“Well, yeah,” Sirius says, surprising himself with how normal his voice comes out. “I suppose there is more to me than double shot cappuccinos.”
Remus smirks. “Who would've thought?”
“Excuse me?”
Remus jumps, only now noticing the woman standing at the counter. He quickly rushes to her. “Hi, yes, I'm sorry, how can I help you?”
Sirius finishes his coffee and slips on his jacket, staring at Remus, who's still having a conversation with the woman about the difference between a latte and a flat white. He's trying to work up enough courage.
“You!” Remus suddenly says, pointing his finger at Sirius while the woman walks away with her gingerbread latte. “You're not thinking about leaving without showing me, are you?” He turns his hand around and wiggles his finger, beckoning Sirius over. “Come on, let me see, let me see!”
Sirius rolls his eyes fondly as he walks over to Remus. “I wouldn't dare,” he says, as he whips his phone out of his pocket and opens his photos.
Remus eagerly looks at the screen. “Oh my, did Purrkins get her fur brushed? What a lovely lady!”
“She did, and she was quite the drama queen about it.” Sirius rolls his eyes. “You'd think we were trying to torture her.”
“Look how proud Bowie looks!”
“Well, he was a really good boy and found two sticks in the yard!”
“And who’s that fuzzy ball of fluff?”
“That's Myta! She was brought in today, and already made many friends.”
“And there's our dynamic duo!”
“Yes, little Adrian and his big brother Bram are still as inseparable as ever.”
“Oh! Is… Is this what I think it is?”
“It is! Siepie got adopted today!”
Remus sighs deeply as Sirius has swipes to the last photo. “God, I envy your job. I mean,” he adds quickly. “I know it's not always fun and very hard work as well.”
“I guess it is,” Sirius says. “But everytime I walk in and see those faces, it more than makes up for it.”
“That's what my friend who works in kindergarten always says,” Remus says. “But I could never quite imagine. In this case, though, I immediately believe it.”
Sirius grins. “Wanna quit this job and come volunteer in the shelter with me?”
“Too bad,” Remus says. “Getting paid is a non-negotiable for my job.”
“You'll get paid in cuteness!” Sirius insists.
“Cuteness doesn't pay college tuition, I'm afraid.” Remus chuckles. “Otherwise you'd be studying for free.”
Sirius opens and closes his mouth.
Remus turns bright red and runs a hand through his hair. “I… Erm, I mean…” He claps his hands. “Well, I better get cleaning! Considering my brain-to-mouth-filter apparently stopped working, I must be very tired. I should start closing up.”
“You know,” Sirius quickly says. “If you really want to know more about me outside of this coffeeshop, my chosen family is hosting a Christmas Eve party. Maybe you'd like to come?”
“Christmas Eve?” Remus replies. “Oh, I'm sorry. I already promised my mum that I'd go to this event with her on Christmas Eve.”
Sirius face falls. “Right. Of course. It's short notice, after all. Well, better luck next time.” Sirius turns to walk away.
“Sirius!” Remus grabs his wrist. “I really am sorry.”
Sirius looks down at Remus’ hand and then up to his face. “It's okay. It's Christmas Eve. You can't cancel on your mum, of course.”
Remus bites his lip. “Would you think me a terrible person if I kind of wish I could?”
Sirius smiles. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
“That's amazing, mate!” James beams at him.
“We should not get ahead of ourselves,” Sirius warns. “I mean, he did say no.”
“But he obviously wanted to say yes!” James exclaims, grinning broadly.
“He did, didn't he?” Sirius’ face also breaks out into a grin. “I mean, he wouldn't have called me back to emphasize how sorry he was if he was just trying to blow me off.”
“Definitely not,” James assures him. “He's totally into you, just really couldn't make it. And now he knows you're interested, so nothing should be stopping him from asking you out next! Which is good, as the sooner we know if it's going to work out with coffeeshop guy, the better. Lily's friend is single now, but he won't be forever. Ow!” James rubs his arm where Sirius just punched him. “But of course I'm rooting for you!” He adds, upon seeing the glare Sirius is directing at him. “I'm just saying, it's a shame Lily's friend can't make it to the party either. It would've been good if you could've at least gotten to meet him before completely making up your mind on coffeeshop guy.”
Sirius lies back on the bed, folding his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. “I hate to break it to you, Jamie, but my mind is already completely made up on coffeeshop guy.”
James looks at Sirius and shakes his head. “You're really gone for him, aren't you?”
Sirius sighs. “I can't bloody stop thinking about him.”
“Good heavens,” James says. “You're down bad!”
“I'm glad mum's library boy couldn't make it to the party either,” Sirius says. “Now the only person I have to politely reject is Hope Lupin’s son. Though maybe he's completely mortified about his mother's meddling and isn't even into me at all,” he adds hopefully.
“Wouldn't count on it mate,” James says, lying down next to him. “A single gay guy seeing you and deciding he's not interested? That happened exactly never.”
Sirius groans, and James pats his leg sympathetically.
“I'm not even trying to boost your ego here. You know the effect you have when you walk into a room.”
Okay, so maybe Sirius does kind of know the effect he has when he walks into a room. Giggling, admiring glances, lingering looks, that sort of thing, but he had not exactly expected to have that effect on the middle-aged and elderly women of town.
At the Potters’ grand Christmas Eve party, it seems like every single one of them is stopping him. “Oh my, Sirius Black? Is that you? Look at you! My dear, you get more handsome every year! Say, is there a special someone in your life already?”
This is mostly followed by them listing all their children or grandchildren who are still single, while Sirius tries to politely get away before they whip out the photos. He's grateful that at least he hasn't run into Hope Lupin yet, shoving her son in his face. Photos are easier to get away from than an actual person, after all.
When talking to seventy-five-year-old Mrs Markell, she hadn't even been mentioning any grandchildren, and Sirius is wholly unprepared when she suddenly takes a stack of photos out of her purse, with no chance for him to get away on time. But it turns out she heard Sirius is studying to become a vet, and she just wants to show him pictures of her beloved dog, Mr Barkell. And well, Sirius is definitely here for that.
“Oh my god, what a handsome fella indeed!” Sirius is just gushing over Mr Barkell in his brand new Christmas sweater, knitted by Mrs Markell herself when he hears a familiar voice.
“Sirius?”
He looks up and immediately feels his heart speed up, because Remus in an apron is adorable, but Remus in a button-up and suit jacket? Good god. “Remus?” He manages to say. “What are you doing here? I thought you had that thing with your mum?”
Remus looks just as surprised as he does while gesturing around himself. “This is the thing with my mum.”
Sirius blinks. “Your mum took you to our Christmas Eve party?”
“Apparently,” Remus says, smiling sheepishly.
Suddenly, Euphemia’s voice can be heard. “Remus!”
“Msr Euphemia?” Remus stammers.
“You're here! Oh, how lovely.” Euphemia gives Remus a warm hug, before playfully slapping his shoulder. “And you made me think you couldn't make it, you,” she tuts.
“You know Remus?” Sirius asked, stunned.
Euphemia rolls her eyes. “Why, of course I know Remus! I've been trying to introduce you to him for ages! Ever since this adorable boy walked into my library,” she says fondly, squeezing Remus’ arm.
Before Sirius can say anything else, another voice sounds. “Oh no, you two are already talking!” Hope Lupin rushes up to them. “And I wanted to be the one to introduce you two!”
Euphemia frowns. “Why did you want to introduce Remus to Sirius?”
Hope blinks. “...Remus is my son?”
“Remus from the library is your son?” Euphemia exclaims.
The two women stare at each other for a moment, and then they burst out laughing. “Can you believe it…?” “This whole time…” “We were just trying to get Sirius together with the same person!”
Remus’ cheeks turn bright red. “Mum!”
“Remus! Mate! You're here!” Sirius probably shouldn't even be surprised anymore to see James running up to Remus and slinging an arm around him. “Lily said you already had other plans, but I'm super glad you made it after all!”
James lets go of Remus and walks up to Sirius, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward. “Have you met Sirius yet?”
“Yes,” Remus replies, looking a bit dazed. “As a matter of fact, I have.”
Sirius stares at him and opens and closes his mouth a few times before managing to produce words. “You're library boy, and Hope Lupin’s son, and Lily's friend?”
“Wait, really?” James speaks before Remus can reply. “Are you serious, Sirius? That's all the same person? All Remus?” He starts laughing and clasps Sirius on the shoulder. “I know how head over heels in love you are with your coffeeshop guy, but mate, this sort of seems like fate, doesn't it?”
Now it's Sirius’ face that turns bright red, as Remus raises his eyebrows. “James!” Sirius hisses.
James looks from Sirius, to Remus, and back again and his eyes widen. “What? Do you mean… No way!” He gasps. “Are you for real? That's insane, mate! Insane, but also kind of amazing. Wow, this best man's speech is going to write itself!”
“James!”
“So,” Sirius begins, staring up at the night sky after Remus and he have stepped outside for a moment to talk. "Apparently, everyone in my life has been trying to set me up with you.”
“Yeah,” Remus says, awkwardly scratching his head. “Sorry about that.”
“Don't be,” Sirius says, turning to him to look him in the eyes. “I must admit, I kind of like that everyone in our lives saw you, saw me, and all had the same thought: these two should be together.”
The smile Remus gives him makes Sirius feel warm even in the December cold. Remus reaches out his hand. “Including us?”
Sirius smiles back at him as he takes the offered hand. “Yeah, we beat them to it, didn't we?” He squeezes Remus’ hand softly. “Including us.”
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Did I daydream this, or was there a website for writers with like. A ridiculous quantity of descriptive aid. Like I remember clicking on " inside a cinema " or something like that. Then, BAM. Here's a list of smell and sounds. I can't remember it for the life of me, but if someone else can, help a bitch out <3
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Korean, Swedish and Spanish.
do u guys listen to music in languages that aren’t your first language . and if so what languages
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Guys, I heard children outside in the backyard of my school, and i’m on the fifth floor, but right above the playground, so I threw a paper airplane with a little message on it to them, and then they got excited so I threw another one, and then I threw another, and then another, and then they started making requests like “tell us a story” and I wrote a little thing about me throwing airplanes out the window or “draw us a picture of yourself” and i drew a picture that didn’t look too great but they thought it was fun and they’d expectantly wait and I’d throw another and they’d be screaming and chasing it and trying to figure out who i am and stuff and after twenty minutes, and, like, forty airplanes i sent one that said “do you wanna see me” and they were excited and started chanting so i threw one that said “countdown” and they counted down from ten and then i actually poked my head out the window because they still hadn’t seen me yet and i had a handful of, like, twenty paper airplanes with me and i threw them all one at a time as they tried to catch them like a giant ticket blaster at chuckie cheese, and the look of pure delight and joy on those kids’ faces was worth all that time and paper.
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The Other Man
Endgame Wolfstarbucks; I'm probably going to end up writing more of this.
‘Prongs, Padfoot, have either of you seen my - oh.’ Remus stopped in front of the sofa, ‘Right. Excellent.’ He let out an annoyed breath glaring at James who was snuggled into Sirius, the two of them wrapped around each other, all limbs entwined.
‘What?’ James asked, smiling sleepily up at him, ‘Hi Moony.’
Remus pointed an accusing finger at him, ‘I wanted to wear that!’
‘Oh,’ James looked down at the dark green jumper he was wearing, ‘Sorry Rem,’ and he grinned up at Remus, ‘Tis mine now.’
‘It’s not yours now!’ Remus scolded, ‘It’s mine. It’s my favourite and you know it. Off!’
‘It smells like you,’ Sirius said, his eyes still closed as he nuzzled James’ neck. He gave a happy hum, ‘Wish I could bottle this. I’d wear it to work everyday.’
‘Off.’ Remus said again, ignoring him.
‘Fiiiiiiiine.’ James sat up and lifted his arms expectantly.
‘Can’t you just take if off like normal person Prongs?’
‘NoPe.’
‘Ergh!’ Remus huffed again and leant forward, tugging the jumper up and off and then pulling it over his own head.
He turned to look at himself in the large, round mirror hung over the fireplace, screwing his nose up at his own reflection and smoothing the woolly material down his arms.
‘You’ve stretched it with your stupid broad shoulders,’ he accused James, meeting his eye in the mirror.
‘Yeh he has.’ Remus watched as Sirius slid out from underneath James, and got up letting James give his arse a little pat before coming over towards Remus. ‘And look how cute it looks on you now.’ Sirius gripped the sleeve and gave it a tug as the neck of the jumper slipped sideways, revealing a freckled collar bone. Sirius hummed and ran a gentle finger over it before dropping his arm by his side.
Remus looked back at himself, ‘You think?’ he asked uncertainly.
‘Yes.’ Both Sirius and James spoke at once and Remus gave a bashful smile. He gave himself one last fleeting look, messing up his hair a little and then turned away.
‘It’ll have to do,’ he said more or less to himself, giving Sirius a playful nudge back towards the sofa, smiling as he watched him collapse happily into James’ outstretched arms. ‘Right. I’ll see you later then.’
‘What?!’ James sat upright so quickly that Sirius slid off his lap with an ‘Oof!’
‘Where are you going?!’ Sirius asked, looking up at Remus from the floor, his eyes wide.
‘You can’t go out!’ James shook his head, ‘It’s Friday night! I thought we were going to order Chinese and watch Pitch Perfect?!’
‘You were going to order Chinese and watch Pitch Perfect,’ Remus said, holding out a hand to Sirius and hauling him up off the floor. ‘I’m,’ he felt his face heat as both James and Sirus continued to stare at him. ‘Well,’ he swallowed, ‘I’ve got a date.’
‘What?’ James said again, although this time it was so quiet that Remus barely heard him.
Sirius, however, was not so restrained.
‘What do you mean a date?!’ Who with? Where? Where did you meet this ‘so called’’ he gestured with his fingers, ‘Person.’
‘Christ Padfoot, calm down,’ Remus said slightly alarmed, ‘It’s just some bloke that Marlene’s set me up with.’
‘What’s his name?’
‘Gilderoy.’
‘That’s a stupid name.’
‘So is Sirius.’
‘How old is he?’
‘I don’t know! Same age as us?’
‘Where’s he from?’
‘I don’t know! And i’ll never know if I don’t leave,’ Remus looked down at his, well, James’ watch, ‘In approximately two minutes.’
Sirius ignored him, ‘What does he do?’
Remus grimaced, ‘I don’t know?’
‘Yes you do!’ Sirius looked at him accusingly, ‘I know that look Remus Lupin.’ He poked Remus in the chest, ‘You’re lying. What does he do?’
‘He’samodel.’ Remus mumbled quickly, refusing to make eye contact.
‘No.’ Sirius said and Remus felt himself bristle.
‘What do you mean no?’
‘Our Remus does not date models.’
‘Why?! And i’m not your Remus!’
‘Because,’ Sirius spluttered, ‘Because he just doesn’t! And i don’t know where you got the idea that you’re not our Re-’
‘So you don’t want Chinese and to watch Pitch Perfect? With us?’
‘Oh good Christ,’ Remus muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face, ‘You two are the most jealous men I know. I swear -’
‘You know other men?!’
‘I’m going,’ Remus said, picking up his battered denim jacket that he’d slung over the back of a chair, ‘Don’t wait up.’
He made strides towards the door, pleased with his relatively quick exit and inwardly groaned when he heard footsteps behind him.
‘Padfoot, I’m a big boy and anyway it’s just one-’
‘Not Pads, me,’ James spoke softly, ‘He’s in a grump because you said you weren’t our Remus.’
Remus laughed, turning to face James who wasn’t laughing but was holding out a padded jacket, looking slightly sheepish. ‘It’s cold out,’ he said in place of an explanation.
Remus looked at the jacket, ‘That’s huge on me.’
‘Well then you’ll be nice and warm won’t you!’
‘If I put it on will you let me leave?’
James didn’t say anything, just held the jacket open and Remus allowed him to help him into it. James zipped it up carefully and then reached into one of the pockets, pulling out a pair of gloves. ‘Put those on too, please.’
‘Yes mum,’ Remus said, taking the gloves, ‘Enjoy your Chinese.’ James just hummed in reply.
‘You can order chicken and cashew nuts if i’m not here,’ Remus said encouragingly, ‘And enjoy it without the risk of accidentally murdering your flatmate.’
‘I don’t want chicken with cashew nuts,’ James said petulantly, kicking at the carpet with a socked foot, ‘I want to get broccoli in black bean sauce so you can pick all the water chestnuts out.’
‘You always complain when I do that,’ Remus pointed out. James just looked at him sullenly. Remus laughed again and lifted up on his toes to press a quick kiss on James cheek. ‘Go back to your man J, I’ll see you later. Don’t wait up!’ He gave James a wink and pulled open the front door, slamming it shut behind him just as Sirius’ voice echoed down the hallway,
‘What do you mean don’t wait up!?’
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@icrypticemperor Can't share videos in chats, so here you go. : )
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I need someone I can give forehead kisses to.
there’s something so soft and sweet about forehead kisses that just make me melt every single time
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James and Sirius: *do something stupid*
Remus: God must think me a jester to bestow upon me the gift of eyeballs and yet they only ever seem to find themselves open in order to gaze upon such bullshit.
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Bonus: Berlin Angel
I just started posting a new wolfstar story on AO3 called Berlin Angel.
Berlin is absolutely miserable in February. Or it’s just Sirius.
Alternatively: A story of how Remus Lupin stepped into Sirius’ life, flashed his trademark grin, and reminded him that life is a beautiful thing meant to be enjoyed. No risk, no fun!
And here is the first bonus I can share with you: a Remus POV of the first time he sees Sirius in Chapter 1.
It’s not a real spoiler, but it’s alluding to something that will get revealed to Sirius later in the story, so if you want to save that for yourself as well, don’t read this before you’ve read Chapter 8 (or don’t mention it on AO3 at least).
I plan on writing more of these snippets and maybe posting them at the end of the story all together, but we will see how this goes.
Anyway, enjoy!
Keep reading
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Wolfstar HC’s: kissing edition
-we’ve already discussed neck kisses. but sirius loves them. sirius literally turns into a puddle for a neck kiss.
-he likes below the ear neck kisses, when Remus puts his lips on his tattoo; he likes back-of-the-neck neck kisses, when Remus moves his hair out of the way and it’s just so soft; he likes under-the-jaw neck kisses, when Remus is moving his way south on his body and sirius can start to feel his legs shake with anticipation and ugh
-we’ve discussed this as well, but neither of them kiss nice. but especially not remus. especially when it’s been too long since they’ve seen each other, like when sirius has his own classes and is in detention and the want is too much. no time for nice when sirius is much nicer underneath him
-but remus does like it when sirius does soft kisses. when sirius kisses his hand or the inside of his wrist like something from an Austen novel; when sirius kisses him on the cheek quickly and softly at the table in the great hall. enough to say “i miss you, you’re my favorite thing” without too much attention being drawn; when sirius kisses him on the forehead or the tip of his nose in the middle of remus speaking. remus’ favorite kind of interruptions, and those kisses are the ones that make him blush like the schoolboy he is. (sirius knows this though, and his favorite hobby is making remus blush)
-remus isn’t big on PDA, sirius knows this; sirius sometimes needs kisses though and remus knows this as well. a balance, a dance of sorts between them.
-if remus enters a room after sirius is already in it, he’ll tilt his head back for an upside kiss. if remus goes to leave a room and sirius is still sitting in it, he’ll tilt his head back for a kiss. these are always given.
-sirius prefers to grab the back of remus’ head when he kisses, with one of his hands and prefers to the other to be on remus’ waist.
-remus goes for the hair, the other on sirius’ chest. if not there, remus will settle for sirius’ arse. (hint: he it’s not really settling, remus also likes his hands there. alot.)
-remus doesn’t do the gentle kisses. remus prefers to say the gentle words (my brilliant baby; missed you today) but sometimes, sirius is just so bright and so spectacular and lovely (like when he answers a hard set of questions in class and gets 20 points for the house, or when organized a whole obstacle course for james birthday or gives remus the best shoulder rubs days before the full moon) that a kiss to the side of the head or the cheek is all he can do to express it.
-post-full moon kisses. where sirius lets remus know he’s safe and hes good and nothing can ever be lost or broken if he kisses him.
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