#sirius is smitten

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Today’s @wolfstarmicrofic and the prompt roar. Not NSFW but a bit long, hence the cut.

Sirius Black had a problem. It hadn’t started out as a problem, but it was getting to a point where he couldn’t deny that it had become a problem. 

He could tell by the way James was shaking his head at him, repeatedly, whenever they were in the same room (which was always), or the way Pete kept throwing him strange glances when he got questions wrong in class. Even the girls had started to notice, and the way that Mary kept twitching her brow at him, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated way and making kissing noises whenever he looked at her was definitely getting annoying.

During his last quidditch game James had chewed him a new one because of his lack of focus, unaware of the roar of the crowd and the movements of his teammates, only having eyes for Remus in the stands (in the north-west stand, more precisely, row three and just at the end of the bench next to Lily, Sirius had spotted him the second the game started). Not to mention that he’d completely mucked up turning his canary into a goblet (it still had feathers) during Transfiguration, which had earned him detention with McGonagall. 

No, Sirius Black had a problem and that problem was called Remus Lupin. Remus with his ridiculous golden eyes, soft curls, red lips and smoky voice. Remus hands, the way he rolled a cigarette with nimble fingers, or wrapped them around a quill or did, anything, really, that involved his fingers. Or the rest of him. When Remus looked at him and smiled, Sirius promptly forgot his own name and he could barely hear himself think over the blood pounding in his ears. 

How it could be so loud he had no idea, because frankly he didn’t understand how there could be any blood left when it all seemed to have taken a detour to regions further south the same second Remus leaned closer and put a hand on his thigh to whisper something against Sirius ear.

”Uh,” he said, in reply, staring blankly at Remus even as the other boy looked at him, his lip curled upwards in amusement, unable to make sense of the words.

”Oh bloody hell, Moony,” Prongs exclaimed, exasperated, when Sirius clearly wasn’t going to reply. ”Just bloody kiss him already, this is getting ridiculous.”

Remus laughed, a sound that did something fascinating to Sirius stomach, and then he leaned in and he did and Sirius’ brain stopped working completely, only yesyesyes thrumming through him at the pace of his pulse.

#wolfstar microfic #sirius is smitten #sirius in love #idiots in love really #sirius has a crush #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

Upside Down

This has been in my drafts for so long that I forgot it existed. It wasn't until I came across this again, that I remembered it. It's not all that structured or framed properly, but, oh well.

Sirius's childhood was like a never-ending winter in a land of perpetual gray skies.

The halls of the manor were silent, except for the occasional echo of his own footsteps. The only colors he ever saw were the dull shades of slate and stone, and the occasional flash of green from the dark and dreary grounds beyond. The only sounds were the howling winds that rattled the windows, and the creaking of old timbers as the ancient house groaned with age.

The interior of the manor was as cold and lifeless as the family that resided there.

The furniture was stiff and uncomfortable, the curtains hung in heavy, oppressive folds, and the paintings on the walls were all stern-faced ancestors, watching him with disapproving eyes. The floors were made of cold, hard stone that never seemed to warm no matter how long the fireplace burned. Even the air seemed to weigh him down with its dampness, its chill, and its musty scent.

His only solace was in the gardens surrounding the manor. But even they were a stark contrast to the whimsy and wonder of the rest of the wizarding world. The trees were gnarled and twisted, and the flowers were muted shades of gray and black. The only sound that filled the air was the rustling of the dying leaves as they fell from the trees.

His relationship with his parents was like a game of Quidditch, with constantly shifting roles and unpredictable twists. At times, his mother would swoop in like a bludger, her harsh words and cold demeanor sending Sirius reeling. Other times, his father would be like a golden snitch, offering fleeting moments of warmth and affection before darting away again.

He could still remember the countless family dinners where his parents would bicker and argue, their words like knives that cut through the air. He would try to block out their words, focusing instead on the glittering chandeliers above his head, the fine china plates that held his food, and the ornate silverware that he had been taught to use with precision.

He was forced to live in that world. A world that was devoid of magic and wonder, a world that was as bleak and gray as the sky on a stormy day.

For Merlin's sake, even the clothes he wore were of muted colors, drab browns and grays, and the occasional deep green.

He had been resigned to the fact that he would always live in that world.

Until James Bloody Potter went and threw his handsome face and messy hair into his life like a rainbow-colored grenade, blowing up everything he thought he knew about the dull, monochromatic existence of his pureblood family.

The loveable prat had decided to shop at Madam Malkin's at the exact time Sirius had been there. He still the first time he caught a glimpse of a boy with messy black hair and captivating and bloody mesmerizing hazel eyes.

James had been dressed in a vibrant red and gold robe, looking like the epitome of a ticking color bomb that was about to explode.

And, oh Merlin, what an explosion it was.

It was as though he was seeing the world for the first time. The walls of the shop were no longer gray, but a soft yellow, and the fabrics lining the shelves were rich shades of blue, purple, and green.

When James turned around to look at him, Sirius felt his heart stop. For the first time in his life, he felt a spark of something other than boredom and duty.

He felt alive.

And then, James smiled at him and it was like a beam of sunshine breaking through a cloudy day, a glimmer of hope amidst the gloom.

It wasn't the time of smile that Sirius was taught. The polite smile that radiates from a perfect set of teeth, rather it was a smile of intensity.

A smile that came from deep within, brightening his entire face. James' eyes crinkle at the corners, conveying a sense of genuine warmth and joy.

(Right then and there Sirius knew he had discovered the eighth wonder of the world.)

The colors around him seemed to intensify as if they were reacting to the electricity between them. From that moment on, Sirius' world was no longer just muted tones.

It was a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, all thanks to the boy who had walked into his life and turned it upside down.

Note:

Right, that took a long time to complete. I know that canonically James and Sirius met in the train compartment in the Hogwarts Express, but I was re-reading the series, and Draco and Harry's first meeting felt like the perfect setup.

If you're wondering about the title name, it's a childhood song that I loved and was listening to while I wrote this. Here's the link to that, if you want to listen to it: Upside Down.

If you're listening to it and wondering why it feels familiar, Might I suggest looking at this video? It may jog your memory: Upside Down CG

#james potter #sirius black #bambibelle #fluff #james is a rainbow grenade #sirius loves that about him but then sirius black adores everything about james potter #sirius is smitten #my boy is whipped - as he should be #fluff and angst #sirius is in love - as he deserves to be #drabble #oneshot #Mentions of Walburga Black - don't worry just mentions #prongsfoot #sirius x james

[fyloune-taylorsversion]

Lazy morning

#yes they look pretty even in the morning #remus is so fucking smitten #i also have a naked version of this oopsie #the hickeys 🫢 #i felt like I was intruding while drawing this #sirius black is a bottom #wolfstar #sirius black #fanart #remus lupin #marauders #marauders era #r/s #padfoot #moony #wolfstar fanart #cuties #wolfstar fluff

[adharastarlight]

Regulus, holding a knife against james' throat: you're dead pretty boy

James who just died on the spot: you think im pretty?

Regulus: you'd make a pretty corpse, i suppose

James sighs wistfully

Regulus internally: wtf? he is kinda pretty tho-

#hes so smitten #fuck i love them #theyre in love your honor #enemies to lovers jegulus is my life #i need to write more of them in this dynamic #but i get too excited and make them soft and kiss too soon #oops? #marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #dead gay wizards #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #regulus being regulus #james being james

[engie-ivy]

(Wolfstar Christmas Get-Together Coffeeshop AU Holiday Fluff!)

3304 words.

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.”

#my tumblr writing #wolfstar christmas fics #wolfstar christmas #wolfstar holiday fluff #coffeeshop au #smitten sirius black #good friend james potter #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #james potter

[saintchaser]

lily: so, did you kiss sirius?

remus: no, the moment wasn't right. look, this man could actually be my future husband, so i want our first kiss to be amazing.

mary: aww, that's so sweet. so you chickened out like a little bitch?

#source: bisexual-cryptid #this is giving #tattoo artist sirius black #au btw. remus is just a silly little smitten man #and the gc (peter mary lily) are Tired of it #lily evans #mary macdonald #remus lupin #remus lupin incorrect quotes #shitposts

[cornishpixiez]

lazy skate co, part 3

here’s part 2

hehehehe the slow burnnnnn 😈 see ya soon!

#comic series: lazy skate co #did anyone say part 3? here it is babyyyyy #these boys are smitten 🥹 #my little pathetic skater boys….. i love them #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #ziggy’s art

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Smitten

@wolfstarmicrofic February 27, word count 316

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Madam Pomfrey found them both fast asleep, snuggled up in the hospital bed. She didn’t have the heart to wake them up, so she put the green privacy curtains around them and left them to sleep off the full moon. 

Eventually, she had to wake them as the sun was beginning to dip to the other side of the sky. She provided them with a plate of sandwiches and a pitcher of pumpkin juice, along with two goblets. She then busied herself with her other duties. Sirius stared after her in awe. 

“You know what, Moony?” He asked as Remus stuffed another ham sandwich into his mouth whole. Unable to answer, Remus shrugged his shoulders. “I have a new found love for that woman.” He took a sip from his goblet. “In fact, I think you could say I am smitten with her. She is a goddess, and I’ll have no one say anything harsh about her.” Remus snorted. 

“What like yourself, who, if I remember correctly, called her a sallow-faced old titan.” Sirius hurriedly stuffed another sandwich into Remus’s mouth. 

“Hush, she might hear you, and I can’t have her know it wasn’t love at first sight!” Remus choked down what was in his mouth. 

“You leaving me for Poppy then?” He asked, trying to hide the smile creeping across his face. 

“Oh. But if she’d only have me. But alas, you’re stuck with me, Remus, my love.” Remus kissed him chastely before grabbing another sandwich. 

“I can do stuff for you that Poppy Pomfrey would lose her head overhearing” Sirius was suddenly on top of him. “That quickly your love for Pomfrey is gone?” Remus laughed under Sirius’s many kisses. 

“Pomfrey, who? I only have eyes for my Moony.” 

Madam Pomfrey promptly threw them out when she caught them messing about, and they made their way back up to Gryffindor Tower hand in hand.  

Next part

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[resident-gay-bitch]

Sirius Black has been in a whopping total of one relationship. In fourth year, he had a very lovely girlfriend by the name of Mary McDonald. He and Mary are still good friends and he adores her wholeheartedly, and their relationship was really just a bit of good fun.

Sirius Black has kissed a whopping total of sixteen people. All, except Mary, have meant nothing more than a fleeting kiss and a bit of fun. Fourteen of them have been girls, and two very secret ones have been blokes.

Usually, when Sirius gets kissed by whatever fling he’s having at that time, it’s because they want him to shut up. Sirius has a tendency to ramble. He goes on these long, extravagant rants about things that excite him or boil his blood. He gossips and rambles and chatters until his mouth is dry and his jaw hurts too much to say anything else.

He annoys people. He knows that. He’s working on it, slowly. He’s not getting very far, in all these years of trying. He knows this because when he talks for more than three minuets straight, his current make out buddy will just pull him into a kiss and shut him up for a while. And then, if he starts talking again afterwards, they’ll huff and roll their eyes and that’s when Sirius finally stops. He sinks in on himself and hides away and won’t say much about anything for hours.

Sirius only really gets spontaneously kissed when he’s being annoying. He knows this now. And he hates it.

He’s really trying, but he struggles. He struggles so much, it’s just so hard to shut up sometimes when you have such strong emotions like he does.

But he never expected to be too much for James.

He’s rambling, he knows he is. But James never seems to huff or roll his eyes. Sometimes it seems like he zones out and doesn’t listen, but Sirius honestly doesn’t even mind, because James is still there. He might be in his own head, but he’s always still there, and eventually he’ll tune back in and nod along and even ask questions which prompts Sirius to talk even more.

So when Sirius has been rambling for the better part of ten minuets, and James suddenly grabs him and drags him into a quick kiss, Sirius shuts down.

His best friend in the whole world just made him shut up. He’s even gotten insufferable to James. And he knows he’s going on and gossiping about things James doesn’t care about, but if he really doesn’t want to listen he could have just asked.

He didn’t need to make Sirius feel like shit about it.

And it doesn’t help that Sirius has been dreaming about kissing James for years now.

He shuts off, stops talking, and brings his knees up to his chest, “Sorry.” Sirius mutters, and closes his eyes for a moment.

He wants to cry, but he refuses to be so annoying in front of James.

“Sorry?” James asked, sounding confused and kind of offended, “Sorry.” James repeated, and he sounded kind of gutted.

He knows. The worst part is that he knows. He figured it out. He must have. He knows, just from one simple kiss that Sirius is madly in love with him, and that he too hates himself for talking too much. He’s just ruined everything with his inability to shut his fucking mouth.

James has probably been waiting for Sirius to shut up since he got into the dorm, and the only way he could figure out to do it was to kiss his mouth shut.

Sirius is going to cry. He can’t bring himself to say anything before he crawls out of James’ bed curtains and climbs into his own. He draws them shut and curls up under the covers, casting a silencing charm around him before crying himself a headache.

James pokes his head into the curtain after a while. And Sirius really tries his best to not cry more but he can’t help it, he’s so annoying that his cries outweigh the fucking charm.

Just like his mother said. Insufferable chatterbox. He should have let her sew his mouth shut.

“I’m sorry.” James said, sitting at the very end of Sirius’ bed, knees curled to his chest and cheeks stained with sticky tears.

Sirius couldn’t bring himself to say anything, too afraid it would annoy James more. He hates annoying his friends, especially James. Oh, James.

“I shouldn’t have-“ James cleared his throat, “I know we’re best friends, but… well, I suppose we’re not now. But you’re- you’re the one person I’ve always trusted, and you already know, so I’m just gonna say it, okay? I’m… I’m queer.”

Sirius tensed and looked at James, “What?”

“I’m queer.” James confirmed, “And I- I’m sorry I just… I thought maybe you- maybe you felt the same. Sometimes I wonder… when you… you look at me like- like I’m… I don’t know. It’s stupid. It’s all so- I’m so fucking stupid.” James sniffled, rubbing the back of his palm on his nose, “I don’t want to lose you over some stupid feelings, and I know you hate me. I’m sorry your stupid best friend is a queer, I know it’s- I’m… I’m sorry, okay. But I need you to know- I’ve always wanted you to know.”

“You’re…” Sirius sat up, pulling the blankets to his chest, “You’re queer?”

James nodded, “Please don’t tell anyone.” He looked at Sirius through glassy eyes, “Please don’t hate me.”

“James I-“ Sirius launched himself forward, placing his hand over James’ and squeezing it tight, “I’d never hate you. Never. Why would you- Jamie… I’m… me too, okay. I’m… I’m queer too.”

“What?” James sniffled, “You are?”

Sirius nodded, “But I don’t understand what this has to do with me… with me needing to shut up.”

“It has nothing to do with- Sirius…” James pleaded, dipping his head to search Sirius’ eyes, “Where did you get the impression I wanted you to shut up.”

“You kissed me, James!” Sirius defended, “People only ever kiss me like that when I’m being annoying- need to shut up. I… you found my stupid rambling so annoying that you needed to shut me-“

“I don’t find your rambling annoying or stupid, Pads- I’m… don’t you… wait- people do that? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m ashamed, obviously, James.” Sirius sobbed, bringing his hands to his eyes, “You’re stuck with a best friend who can’t shut his mouth. Why would I annoy you more by rambling about my petty problems that are entirely my own fault.”

“Because you’re my best friend.” James muttered, pulling Sirius’ hands away from his face, “And you’re meant to tell me these things so I can protect you from them… oh, Sirius, love, I’m so sorry.” James frowned and wiped some of Sirius’ tears away with the calloused pads of his thumbs, “I’m so sorry people treat you that way. I don’t feel like that, love. You know I enjoy your rambling, I love the sound of your voice. It brings me so much comfort.”

Sirius sniffled, “So why would you shut me up like that?”

“Sirius…” James tipped his head with coy smile, “I didn’t shut you up, love. I kissed you.”

“I don’t understand.” Sirius whispered.

“Sirius…” James pressed, “I kissed you.”

Sirius could only blink at him, the dots unable to connect themselves in his head.

James smiled, huffed a soft breath through his nose that Sirius took as an amused sort of laugh. They looked at eachother for a moment, and only a short moment before James was cupping Sirius’ cheeks and pulling him in close to kiss.

This time when James kissed him, it wasn’t to quiet Sirius. It was simply to kiss him. And James kissed him deeply, breathing a heavy sigh through his nose at first contact. His fingers dug deeper into the plush of Sirius’ cheeks and he opened his mouth, slipped in his tongue, and moaned a contented sigh. James kissed Sirius because he wants to kiss Sirius.

Because James seems to feel the same way.

“Oh.” Sirius muttered when the kiss broke, both desperate for air, “You fancy me.”

“Bingo, love.” James murmured, smiling dreamily up at him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips all wet and swollen, his eyes all glassy and soft. He looked positively chaffed to have just done that, and Sirius found his heart leaping out of his chest at the sight.

“You weren’t kissing me to shut me up?”

James shook his head, “I kissed you because every time you go one one of those rants I fight the urge to kiss you all over. Sometimes I even zone out completely and come up with a whole scenario in my head where I kiss you, and you kiss me back, and sometimes we shag and sometimes we don’t, and we lay in bed together, and I get to lay on your chest and listen to it vibrate as you ramble some more. Sometimes I imagine falling asleep to it, to you, because I love you, you make me feel safe. The sound of your voice makes me feel safe, Sirius.”

“Oh.” Came a shattered sob out of Sirius’ mouth, and he melted. James laughed at him softly, wiping the tears in Sirius’ eyes and pulling him in tight for a hug. He even went so far as to scatter kisses all over Sirius’ head.

“I promise I only interrupted you because I found you so unbelievably beautiful in every way that I simply couldn’t resist anymore. I’m so sick of holding back and waiting.” James leant down to kiss his brow, “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you now.”

“I want you now, too.” Sirius muttered, curling into James, “You make me feel safe too, Jamie.”

“I know, love.” James chuckled, “You tell me all the time.”

Sirius blushed and wrapped himself tighter around James, “Can I kiss you again?”

“Yeah.” James muttered, and couldn’t stop smiling about it.

“I love you.” Sirius whispered as his lips brushed against James’. He pressed a singular, soft little kiss there before whispering more, “I’m sorry if I annoy you with-“

“You don’t. You can’t.” James promised, kissing him again, “Sometimes I wish I was the only person you’d ramble to, so I might get to be special.”

“You are.” Sirius smiled, “You’re the only person who doesn’t find it insufferable.”

“You’re the only person I’d never find insufferable.” James grinned and kissed him hard and deep again. It lingered for a while, the kiss, until their lips were swollen and they were panting for air. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” Sirius promised, “The person I save my most special rambles for.”

James giggled, “And I’m yours. The person who could listen you nonstop talk for the rest of his life and never grow tired of you.”

“You’re mine.” Sirius agreed.

“Lay with me?” James asked, almost desperate sounding, “Let me lay on your chest whilst you finish telling me everything you wanted to say before?”

Sirius smiled and nodded his head, “And once I’ve finished that, I’ll ramble on about all the ways and reasons I love James Fleaumont Potter, because I’ve been dying to talk about that one for years.”

James kissed him through a smile, and they did exactly that.

★ ★ ★

OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. SIRIUS DESERVES BETTER AND NOW JAMES IS GOING TO GIVE HIM EVERYTHING HE DESERVES AND MORE!!! THEYRE SO IN LOVE I CANT 😭😭😭

Someone find me a James to spontaneously be kissed by please and thank you

If you want to read more of my work you can find it all here :)))

Just tagging a few people who expressed interest in this little drabble, all my prongsfoot shippers have got to stick together in these sparse conditions I swear: @vintagetee13 @fiendishfyre @snarky-magpie @groundzero-v @lapassemirroir @siriuslycomplex

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[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is day!

Starting 2024 with another high school AU. Is it a sign? Who knows xoxo

(346 words.)

"I think I might be joining the football team," Dorcas said, slightly dazed as they dropped down onto the chair beside Remus. He snapped his book shut and immediately dropped it onto the table.

"Sorry?" He asked, turning to them and arching an eyebrow. There was no way. "Since when were you into sports? We literally used to just sit and talk during PE."

"I know, but I was walking past the field, and Marlene was with the rest of the team. Remus, you don't understand, she's literally perfect. This time, though, I went and talked to her, and I just- I don't know, I forgot how to think and asked for her help to get me on the team," they finished with a shrug.

"Dorcas, you're going to hate it," He said carefully as they dropped their head into their hands.

"I know, it was an accident! She's just... mesmerising, the words came out."

Before Remus could say anything else, two more people appeared in front of them, sitting opposite them quickly. Remus turned his head and felt his breath catch in his throat.

Sirius Black was sitting there.

His hair somehow managed to fall perfectly down around his shoulders, grey eyes shining and a soft smile playing across his face.

"Hey, we're trying to find people to audition for the spring show," James Potter started, sitting beside Sirius.

"Are either of you interested?" Sirius asked. Dorcas went to respond, but Remus' brain had positively malfunctioned.

"Oh, we don't really-"

"I'd love to," Remus said quickly, and the way Sirius' face brightened made any instant regret Remus was expecting to feel evaporate. Sirius handed over the clipboard and a pen, and Remus could feel Dorcas' eyes on him as he filled out the sign up sheet and handed it back over.

"Tomorrow after school. I'm glad you're auditioning, Remus," Sirius said with a smile, before he and James took off again.

Remus smiled to himself, feeling his face heat up.

Sirius was happy he was going.

Dorcas' voice broke through his train of thoughts.

"Hypocrite."

#i love smitten remus #he's just so #i need to write more smitten sirius too #that's tomorrows plan #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

[lilacfiresoul]

ensure, april 6 -- @jegulus-microfic -- 1,336 words

idk how i feel about this one, but i like it and had fun writing it, which is the main thing ofc.

i'm also thinking that this might be part one to a series where the next few prompts will be something related to this. got a few ideas in the works. they will be appropriately labelled when the time comes should anyone gets confused :)

content warnings: kissing, brief mentions of sex but nothing like obvious; i literally just tell you they shagged and that's it. no description of it lol

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Sometimes James thinks that when his dad handed down the invisibility cloak to him, he expected him to use it for something important. Defeating the powers of evil, conquering the darkness, battling dragons or trolls, or other epic things James can’t be bothered to think of right now.

Certainly not sneaking around the castle with Regulus, the both of them huddled up underneath it, trying to be quiet as they head back to the Gryffindor dormitories.

“Are you sure they won’t notice?” Regulus whispers. He’s walking in front as he’s smaller than James, and James can see the corridor a bit over his head, warped slightly through the cloak.

“Yeah, I promise,” James replies. “Sirius sleeps like a log. Not even shaking and throwing things at him wakes him up. Peter will be out like a light too. Remus … might be awake. He’s probably reading actually, but he won’t say anything. As long as you’re back in your room by eight tomorrow, it’ll be fine.”

“And that’s tried and tested, is it?”

“What?”

“Tried and tested. That we can throw things at my brother, and he won’t wake up?” Regulus grins slyly over his shoulder, and James has to smirk.

“This is dangerous, you know,” he continues, stopping in the corridor, turning around to face James. “If Sirius finds out …”

“He won’t,” James jumps to assure him, gently taking hold of Regulus’ shoulders.

Regulus has been worrying about Sirius discovering their relationship since they started dating almost two months ago now. What had started as a mistaken, drunken kiss after a Slytherin party had slowly morphed and turned into … this. Sneaking around after hours, brief snatches of glances at each other across tables in the Great Hall, kissing and the occasional shag if they had time in storage cupboards between classes.

And now, James is bringing Regulus, Sirius’ brother, back to his room, because he wants to hold him in his arms for longer than a few minutes, find out what it’s like to share a bed with someone he loves. He’s worried too, of course he is, but Regulus has been most vocal about it.

It’s been a topic that’s cropped up more often than not as they’re timing their exits from storage cupboards so no one sees them, tucking their shirts back into their trousers and sorting out their hair. Regulus will fret, “What if my brother finds out?” or, “What if someone sees us?” and James, pressing a kiss to his cheek, will murmur, “They won’t, love. We’re okay. If they do, we’ll just … talk about. What’s the worst that could happen? We’ll deal with it together, okay?” In reassuring Regulus, James reassures himself too.

When Remus found out, that’s what they did. Told him together, and … he couldn’t care less. He promised to keep it a secret until they were ready to say something, though he cautioned them to soon because it’s only a matter of time before it got out. But they’re careful.

“He won’t find out,” he repeats. “Tomorrow’s Sunday, anyway. He won’t get up until breakfast is almost over, at least.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” Regulus says, and he sounds like he’s coming round, especially when he rises up on his toes and kisses James.

Even though they’re in the corridor, probably one of the worst places to snog in the whole of Hogwarts, the invisibility cloak gives them some sense of privacy as James gently backs Regulus against the wall.

“James,” Regulus says, giggling as James peppers his jaw with kisses. “We’re in the hallway.” Yet he makes no move to push him away, only pull him closer.

“So? You started this, Reggie,” James points out, moving down to Regulus’ neck. He finds his pulse, gently mouthing it, earning a sharp intake of breath in return. “You, and your infuriating, maddening, pretty little mouth—”

There’s a noise at the end of the corridor. Regulus flinches, grabbing hold of James’ clothes as James tears his lips from his skin. Turning to see what it is, he tenses, holding his breath.

Professor McGonagall, dressed in a robe, with her arms partially crossed and a mug of tea in her hand, stands there. She’s staring in their general direction, eyebrows pinched in suspicion.

James curses softly under his breath. Did she hear them? They weren’t being loud, were they? They’re always so careful, always aware of their surroundings. But had they got carried away?

“Who is— oh fuck.” Regulus sighs, his mouth forming a hard line as he spots McGonagall. “What the fuck do we do? She’s going to dock us house points for being out of bed.”

“Maybe she’s just patrolling,” James hisses. “She can’t see us. If we just—”

“I know you’re there,” McGonagall calls. “Show yourself now, and the punishment won’t be as harsh.”

James presses his lips together, shaking his head. They’re so fucked, facing detention or worse, yet Regulus just looks more annoyed than frightened, upset that their snogging session has been cut short.

But McGonagall loves James, and he knows this. He’s hoping, as he presses a finger to his lips, that Regulus will get it and remain silent, letting James take the fall for them. He starts to back up, and Regulus, glaring, clocks on instantly to his plans.

“James, don’t you—”

“Sorry, Professor,” James says, ducking out from the cloak and silencing Regulus with a hand over his mouth. He sees Regulus’ outraged look before the cloak falls over him, and James adjusts his position to hide him, flashing a smile at McGonagall. “You caught me.”

His head of house frowns, peering down her glasses at him. “Why am I not surprised that it is you, Mr Potter?”

James shrugs, as if he doesn’t know himself, and McGonagall resumes, “On your own this evening? No Mr Black, or Mr Lupin or Pettigrew with you?”

It’s an effort to keep a straight face when McGonagall says Mr Black; although she means Sirius, it’s not entirely far from the truth that James does have a Mr Black with him. Just not the one she’s thinking of. A different star in an entirely different constellation.

“Nope. Just me,” he says.

McGonagall doesn’t look like she believes him, but she doesn’t dispute his claim, staring at him disapprovingly. “Hm. What are you doing out of bed then?”

Underneath the cloak, James can feel Regulus breathing through his nose, the contours of his lips beneath his palm. It’s distracting, if he’s honest, especially when, Merlin save him, Regulus starts kissing his hand.

“Um. I’m … walking,” he gets out. McGonagall’s disapproving expression deepens. “I like to walk sometimes. You know. Fresh air. Nobody’s around.”

“I’m aware of why you’d want to go walking at night, Mr Potter,” McGonagall interrupts, saving James from digging himself a further hole. “But you know why you can’t do that, as much as I’m sure you’d like to, it is against the rules.”

James is having trouble focussing on McGonagall’s words, Regulus’ mouth brushing against his skin. It’s torturous that he can’t do anything except stand here, clinging to the scraps of his composure.

“I’m sorry, Professor. Won’t happen again.”

“Ensure that it does not. Five points from Gryffindor. Get to bed.”

“Yes, Professor.”

She turns to go, and James ducks his head in resignation of the docked house-points, but really, he’s so relieved that she’s leaving.

Until she stops, back to them.

What she says next makes James’ mouth drop open in horror and Regulus abruptly stop kissing his hand.

In an unamused, no-nonsense tone, McGonagall adds, “Oh, and ten points from Slytherin, too, Mr Black.”

#frost's microfics #regulus black is a menace #james potter is just absolutely smitten with him #we love professor mcgonagall tbh #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #james potter #regulus black #remus lupin #sirius black #james x regulus #james potter x regulus black #starchaser #sunseeker

[tracingpatternswrites]

No microfic today, but I’ve been working away on something else and here’s a little snippet of it to hopefully encourage me to finish it. Containing two of my favourite things - Remus’ hands and Remus smoking. Under the cut for smoking and a hint of nsfw

Remus shifts a little, jostling Sirius who opens his eyes with a protesting noise, blinking up at Remus with a huff, “Don’t move.”

“Need a smoke,” Remus says, the hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth at Sirius’ half-pout, “I’m not a pillow, Pads.”

“You are,” Sirius insists, but he does lift his head enough for Remus to pull the little pouch from his pocket. He doesn’t mind, not really, because he loves when Remus rolls cigarettes and he moves away slightly, so that he can shift onto his stomach. He pushes himself up slightly, chin in his hands as he watches Moony get to work.

Remus brows are furrowed in concentration as he pulls a rizla paper from the small package, carefully positioning the filter at the edge of it before dipping his fingers into the bag of tobacco. He takes a pinch, carefully measuring the brown flakes out in the paper before removing any excess. 

Sirius knows he could do it with magic if he wanted to, but for some reason Remus seemed to like doing it the muggle way and Sirius definitely wasn’t complaining. There was something ridiculously erotic watching Moony’s long fingers work nimbly over the paper. But then, there was something ridiculously erotic watching Moony’s fingers doing almost anything, if Sirius was completely honest with himself. 

Sirius watches carefully as his fingers work, gently rolling the cigarette to near perfection, quick fingers working and Sirius shifts a little where he’s splayed out, heat pooling in his groin as always when he watches Remus’ hands at work. He lets out a little huff of breath as Moony sticks his tongue out to run it along the edge of the paper, looking up to meet Sirius’ eyes over it, an amused sort of glint to his eyes and a knowing tilt to his half-smirk as he holds up the finished cigarette.

“Roll me one too?” Sirius asks when Remus is done and there’s definitely a knowing look in Moony’s eyes this time as he tosses him the finished cigarette before starting on another one.

“You should really learn to do that yourself,” he teases but Sirius merely shrugs as he lights the cigarette with a snap of his fingers, taking a deep drag.

“Why?” He challenges, arching a brow, “I have you to do it for me.”

Remus licks over the paper with a shake of his head. “Brat,” he snorts, but the softness to his voice takes the edge off the word and Sirius merely smiles sweetly at him.

“You love me,” he states and Moony rolls his eyes but doesn’t contradict him as he lies down, stretching out on his back on the grass.

His slender fingers are holding onto the cigarette as pink lips wrap around the end of it. Remus looks up into the sky, smoking silently and Sirius can’t really look away from him. The way his cheeks hollow slightly as he sucks the smoke into his lungs, eyes fluttering close as he exhales, the smoke dancing towards the sky. He does it again and again, Sirius watching almost mesmerised and he forgets all about his own cigarette, doesn’t remember it until his fingers burn and he drops it with a hiss and curse.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #cw: smoking #sirius/remus #sirius x remus #fic excerpt #teaser #hand kink #smoking kink #it's a thing #I promise #sirius is smitten #and so am I #wip #my writing

[sliebman10]

Smitten

Anyone who saw them knew how smitten they were. It had been so many years, and it was still the same. They still looked at each other with eyes full of love.They still held hands. They still searched each other out across a crowded room to share a private smile.

Harry rolled his eyes at them sometimes, but Sirius knew he also looked to them for guidance on his own relationships. It was from them, after all, that he learned what a loving relationship was. 

So when Harry told them he was ready to get engaged, Sirius and Remus looked at each other and then at him and gave him their blessing.

Word count: 113

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #good godfather sirius black #smitten

[wolfstargazer]

Dec 8 - Smitten - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 278

It had been a rowdy dinner. The cooking had been chaotic, but it had come together in the end. The food had been delicious. The drink had flowed. Strips of coloured streamers littered the table. Down one end of the room, the Weasley twins and Tonks had played a game of exploding snap. Clearly, some money had changed hands.

And Molly, slightly merry from the small glass of sherry that mysteriously never quite emptied, had sighed, "He was just so smitten with her..."

Harry had listened, head on one hand, greedy for every detail.

"It was clear to anyone who ever saw them together that James was head over heels," Molly continued. "And Lily felt the same. However much she may have denied it in the beginning...it was written all over her face..."

Sirius had said nothing, thinking, as he sat nursing his drink. Remus had watched his face closely.

Now, the rest of them had gone to bed. It was late. The kitchen was cold. The fire had begun to die. But Remus had waited.

"It was like that, wasn't it?" Sirius asked finally.

Remus thought of James and Lily and the way their faces had lit up when they were together.

"Yes," Remus said, leaning back against the table close to where Sirius was sitting.

Sirius looked up, something sad behind his eyes.

"But we were fools, weren't we Moony?" he said uncertainly. "For a long time."

Remus' lips curled into a wistful smile. He chuckled softly, squeezed Sirius' shoulder, and whispered, "Yes."

Sirius laughed then, a short bark of laughter that broke his sadness, and placed a whiskery kiss on the back of Remus' hand.

#mauraders #dead gay wizards #marauders era #remus x sirius #wolfstar #sirius black #the marauders #microfiction #remus lupin #older wolfstar #smitten #wolfstar fanfiction #hpmarauders #wolfstar microfic #wolfstarmicrofic

[engie-ivy]

@wolfstarmicrofic 5th: Cupid💘

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When Remus let James Potter set him up on a date with his best friend, Lily had hoped that at least he would find out dating really isn't that terrible, and finally start allowing Lily to set him up on dates as well.

Not Sorry

Lily stumbles a little as she walks over to Remus, because damn those bloody heels.

Remus turns towards her from where he's standing at the bar and arches an eyebrow. “Lils, you might want to go easy on the wine.”

Which is ridiculous. Lily has only had three glasses. And some champagne before that. And maybe a cocktail at some point.

“Don't change the topic!” Lily says, even though they hadn't actually been talking yet. She jabs her finger at Remus’ chest. “I'm still mad at you!”

“Oh, come on, Lils," Remus chuckles. “You're going to have to get over it at some point.”

“We had a deal, Lupin!”

“I know, Lily, but-”

“A deal! All I ever wanted was to get you this fun and exciting dating life,” Lily sighs wistfully. “So you could have handsome men take you out and boost your ego like you deserve, and we could share dating stories and laugh about weird guys together. But did you allow me to set you up on a date ever?”

“I did not,” Remus admits.

“You did not!” Lily exclaims, as if Remus didn't already just admit to that. “It was all ‘No, Lily, I'm just the sort of person who's better off by himself’, ‘No, Lily, I'm not looking for anything’, ‘No, Lily, I'm too independent and need my alone time’, and yadda yadda.” She rolls her eyes. “But then what happened? You allowed your new coworker to set you up on a date with his best friend!”

“It's just very hard to say no to James,” Remus defends himself.

Lily scoffs. Although, while she has only met James Potter a few times, if she's honest she can kind of imagine. When Potter is looking at you with those puppy eyes of his, giving you that hopeful smile, all bright and eager and- Lily shakes her head. She's getting off track. “But we came to a very clear agreement,” she continues, placing her hands on her hips. “If you would learn that going on a date is actually not such a dreadful experience as you seemed to think, you would finally start letting me set you up on dates as well. And was the date dreadful?”

“No, it wasn't,” Remus sighs.

“And did you let me set you up on any dates afterwards, as you promised?”

“No, I didn't,” Remus sighs.

“No, you didn't!” Lily mimics. “Not one date, nothing!” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “And I had so many ideas… That cute redhead from the coffeeshop, that fit bloke from my yoga class, the hot guy from accounting… It would've been so fun, so exciting, maybe we even could've gone on double dates at some point!”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sirius appears at Remus’ side, sliding an arm around his waist. “But as much as I enjoy bonding with your family– our family–,” he corrects with a smile. “Your Aunt Joy has been telling me about her bad knee for half an hour now. The sooner you get that woman some wine, the better.”

“And you!” Lily says, turning her attention to Sirius. “You're to blame as well, you know!”

Sirius blinks at her. “Alright, Evans?”

Lily jabs her finger at Sirius’ chest now. “You just had to snatch him off the market right away, didn't you?”

Sirius blinks again, and then barks a laugh. “Well, can you blame me, Lils? I couldn't risk letting this one get away, now could I?” He presses a kiss to Remus’ cheek. “I had to lock it down as soon as possible.”

Lily purses her lips, because, well, no, maybe she actually can't blame him for that.

“I'll be right there, babe,” Remus says, squeezing Sirius’ hand.

Sirius nods and walks off to deal with Remus’ aunt.

Remus looks at Lily and shrugs. “What can I say, Lils? James just struck gold the first time. If you want me to apologize, I'm going to have to disappoint you.” He looks over at the other side of the room while touching the brand new golden ring around his finger, to where Sirius is chatting to his aunts. Sirius catches his gaze, and the forced smile on his face turns into a soft, genuine one. Remus smiles as well. “I'm really not sorry at all.”

Lily watches Remus and Sirius make their way through the room to chat with all their guests.

They do look awfully good together, she thinks sourly.

Then she turns on her heels, having decided to go look for James Potter and give him a piece of her mind. Stupid Potter, thinking he can play Cupid and set their best friends up for their happy-ever-after! Like, who does he think he is? Making Remus so bloody happy, making her bloody cry with that stupid best man speech of his, and looking so bloody handsome in his stupid suit!

Yes, she'll tell him alright.

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[saintchaser]

“lily.”

“what now?” she asked, rolling her eyes, smiling and closing her book as remus pulled himself a chair and sat down next to her.

“so, we just came back from my date and i knew i’d find you here because you’re always here on friday evenings. sirius and i went to the three broomsticks, which is not exactly the most romantic thing, but neither of us like madam puddifut’s all that much, so naturally the other place was the better choice.”

lily hummed, shifting to face him and crossing her legs. “indeed, this is where you find me.” she beamed and put her hands in her lap, leaning forward towards remus so she could catch everything he would say. “and then?”

“and then we started talking, and i offhandedly mentioned, you know, what my dad does with magical animals. and we started talking about that and turns out he knows a whole lot about dragons, which just so happen to be in my dad’s area of expertise, so i got excited and we both rambled about that and then the conversation shifted towards his bike and he told me about the mechanisms and about how it works and how he charmed it and ugh,” he laughed, covering his face with his hands.

she chuckled, flipping open her book to one page. “seems like you’ve got yourself wrapped around him. wanna bet he’s ranting all about it to james right now, too?”

remus hummed, placing his cheek against her shoulder. “i don’t know.”

“i’ll ask him about it. how about that?”

he rubbedhis eyes and smiled. “dunno, but if he says that sirius said nothing that will be horribly embarrassing and i will dig a hole right in front of the whomping willow and crawl in it.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“oh, and i forgot to mention he kissed me.”

“he kissed you!” lily gasped, covering her mouth theatrically. “did he shove his tongue down your throat too?”

“good night, dear friend of mine!” he jumped up from the chair, his cheeks tinged dark, and left a cackling lily behind.

#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #explodes them with my mind #something something remus being so utterly smitten and in love #(also lily was right sirius was telling james about his date with remus btw. if u even cared) #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #lily evans #lily&remus #my writing