#wolfstarfanfic

[demonbanisher]

We’ve been doing lots of big feelings lately so here’s something fun. Is this how allos feel? Cause I sure as hell don’t know

Cowboy

Sirius was pretty convinced that he was going to die out here. It felt like hours since he’d had to pull over after smoke started seeping out from under the hood and he hadn’t seen a soul since.

“Are you alright there son?” A voice said and Sirius turned to see a figure silhouetted on the horizon. He squinted and held his hand up to shield his eyes and that’s when he took in that there was a cowboy there. A real live, honest to god, cowboy glittering in front of him like some kind of god and holy shit why did no one tell him horses were so big in person?

“Is that a real horse?” Sirius asked and then immediately wished he’d died three hours ago.

The man swung himself off the horse in one smooth motion and holy shit he was wearing actual chaps and were those spurs clicking when he walked?

“Do you have a concussion?” He asked, brushing Sirius’s hair away from his face to check for any wounds and Sirius suddenly realized how gross and sweaty he was from standing out in the heat all day.

“Uh no,” Sirius said, stepping away and tucking his hands under his armpits in a way that he hoped hid the sweat stains. That and the fact that he’d had to replace his binder with a sports bra about two hours ago when the heat first started getting to him. “I’m fine. It’s just my car isn’t,” he jerked his head in the direction of the car and the man immediately walked over there to look into the open hood.

“Overheated. That’ll happen in this weather. Especially with older cars.”

“Yeah, well I was trying to run away from my parents house and this was the car I figured it would take them the longest to notice it was missing.”

The man raised one eyebrow at him.

“Sorry,” Sirius mumbled. “It’s really hot out here.”

The man walked closer to him again, scrutinizing him from underneath his hat.

I bet he has cows too, Sirius thought.

“I do,” the man said, making him realized he’d blurted it aloud. “You sure you didn’t hurt yourself son?”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

The man paused for a moment and then laughed and that sound alone was enough to make Sirius thinking being stuck out in the heat all day was worth it. “Sorry, my dad does it all the time to pretty much everyone. Guess I picked it up from him. Come on, we’ll bring you back to my place and get you cooled down and then we’ll come back out for your car.”

Before Sirius could even ask how they were going to get there, the man had swung himself back onto the horse and was reaching one hand out for Sirius. Sirius just stared at him. 

“Come on, no one else comes by here and I promise I don’t come out here with my horse to kill people.”

Sirius stepped back. Honestly, the thought that this man could be here to hurt him hadn’t even crossed his mind until now. He had been too preoccupied with other thoughts. “Why are you out here?”

“Maybe I’m running away from something too,” the man said and held Sirius’s eyes with his own like he was trying desperately to let him in on some secret, like he was trying to let him inside.

“Okay,” Sirius said, “but I’ve never ridden a horse before.”

“You really aren’t from around here are you?” The man said as he slipped off the horse again to help Sirius up first. 

“How could you tell?”

“Well, everyone around here learns how to ride before they can walk.”

“Yeah, well my dad didn’t take the news of my riding well and that was long after I learned to walk,” Sirius mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Sirius said, all other thoughts driven out of his head by the reality that he was on a horse and now suddenly he was on a horse sitting behind an incredibly handsome stranger who’d just rescued him from the side of the road like some Western movie.

“Name’s Remus, um, but when we get back to the barn you’ll hear them calling me something else. Just go with it.”

“Sirius.”

Remus nodded once. “Wrap your arms tight around me and squeeze your legs tight to the side of Tera here. I’ll go slow cause we’re a lot of weight for her but tap me twice if you need to stop.”

Sirius nodded and wrapped his arms slowly around Remus’s waist. His fingers brushing feeling the hem of thick fabric that was hidden under Remus’s shirt. He felt something flicker in his stomach. Was there a chance they were running from the same thing? Was there a chance they could run to something new together?

Author’s Note: Somehow this turned into t4t cowboy AU and I’m here for it @wolfstarmicrofic

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[somethingveryodd]

wolfstar AU where Remus is a poor but talented painter and Sirius is an elusive patron; he loves his paintings and commissions a lot of them. Then, one day, Remus gets an invite to an Italian castle where Sirius would like him to paint his portrait.

It turns out that Sirius is elusive AND handsome as hell

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[faustrinus]

The Marauders as Buzzfeed Unsolved

I’m sorry if someone already did this, but I needed to, it was just so good to ignore. James: Why do you not believe ghosts are real? Remus: Uh, I’ve never seen one. James: okay- I mean, there is a lot of things that you can’t see that you- are real, I feel like. Remus: What can’t I see? James: You can’t see gravity, that’s real. Remus: Yeah, I can drop an apple. James: ...Fuck.

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[stars-a-n-d-scars]

10 Days of Summer - Chapter 2

Hey guys! Here is chapter two!!! As always, constructive criticism is welcome, homophobic bitching is not. I love you!!

***

Sirius had always been an early riser. There was just something about the way the sun shot pink and orange daggers to shatter the impenetrable frost of the night that drew him. Soothed him. He couldn’t count how many mornings he had spent on the roof of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, observing a world rarely seen. Keeping the company of the moon, she who shone her light for unseeing eyes, as she slipped from dark’s cruel grasp and was liberated, to finally rest. Watching as, one by one, the stars faded into nothingness and the great eastern orb returned to claim the sky for its own. And so, it will likely come as no surprise that when we rejoin our protagonist, he is partaking in the same activity as he had every morning for the last 12 years.

The sun had a peculiar way of setting the world on fire. It was never loud or obnoxious. It didn’t burst into the sky in a shower of confetti and yell of its presence for all to hear. It seeped over the horizon, inch by inch, so that even the most attentive of onlookers could never pinpoint the exact moment that night turned to day. Sirius sat perched on the roof of the Potter’s, watching smoke from his cigarette unfurling in that inexplicable, mesmerizing way that it does. But one can only sit alone on a roof for so long before one’s mind starts to wander. In Sirius’ case, it found its way to the boy sleeping on the sofa downstairs.

He had always been drawn by Remus. From the moment they’d met, something about that awkward, scar-ridden 11-year-old had caught his eye. Maybe it was the way his timid hands had quivered when they shook hands for the first time, or the way his eyes gleamed with a type of gold that a thousand goblins couldn’t conjure. Ever since that moment, he always wanted to be around him. To be close to him. It was impossible to explain, but Sirius was under a spell that not even the most powerful wizard in the world could break.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of a window creaking open. He turned around and was shocked by the sight of Remus climbing through the attic window and out onto the roof of the Potter house.

“Morning.” Remus’ morning voice never failed to take Sirius’ breath away. Simultaneously gravelly and soft, it enveloped him in what could only be described as comfort.

“Hey”, Sirius said, and it was frankly impressive how many voice cracks he managed to fit into that one, short word. Clearing his throat, the smitten boy persisted; “I thought you were afraid of heights?”

Nice one Sirius. Make him think you see him as a wimp. That’ll get him to fall in love with you.

Sirius internally cursed himself for his insensitivity, fully expecting Remus to turn right back around and go back inside out of anger. It was to his surprise, therefore, that Remus smiled and settled down next to him.

“I was. But these last few transformations… I don’t know. Every time the wolf rips me apart, I feel like I’m going to die. And so, after I changed back the last time, I decided that I wouldn’t waste whatever time I have left being scared of things that don’t matter. Because there is no way to know which full moon is going to be my last.” A heavy silence settled over the boys. As the weight of Remus’ confession sank in, Sirius found himself on the edge of tears. He knew it was selfish, but he couldn’t help thinking about how he would survive if Remus did die. If, one day, the blood on the floor of the shrieking shack would become too much, and they would all drown in its repercussions.

Wordlessly, Remus reached over and took hold of Sirius’ cigarette. Their fingers brushed only for a second, but it felt like forever and was over too soon. A shiver ran down Sirius’ spine at the feeling of Remus’ cold finger on his. His finger, surprisingly unmarred compared to the rest of his body, seemed to set every nerve in Sirius’ body in fire. That simple act of proximity was enough to set his heart beating at a rate that, frankly, shouldn’t be allowed.

When Remus withdrew his fingers, the cigarette perched between them, Sirius was left tingling in the small but infinite point of contact, and he vowed never to wash that hand again, lest he lose the shimmering ecstasy that the tingling brought. The situation was not improved by Remus’ decision to bring the cigarette to his lips, placing his mouth exactly where Sirius’ had been only seconds before. He took a long, languid drag from the joint, his beautiful lips perfectly shaping to exhale the smoke. Sirius marveled at how this boy could make even an act as simple as taking a puff from a cigarette seem like the most sensual, lascivious experience of his life. Sirius’ mind was flooded with obscene thoughts of what he wanted to do to those lips, what he wanted them to do to him. He felt dizzy at the thought (although that might have also had something to do with the sudden lack of blood in his head; it seemed to have decided that it was needed elsewhere).

The stillness was shattered by a hacking cough.

“Merlin, what the fuck is in this thing?” Remus exclaimed through another shuddering cough.

“It’s only a cigarette”, Sirius answered, confused.

Remus laughed. “I know that, dipshit. But why? What the fuck are you doing out here at bloody six in the morning smoking this cheap shit? Here.”

Sirius watched in bewilderment as Remus reached into his sweater pocket and withdrew a long, hand rolled joint.

“What is it?”, he asked stupidly.

Once again, he found himself blessed by the presence of Remus’ gorgeous laugh. “It’s weed. Marijuana. It’s a muggle drug.”

Sirius was skeptical. “And it’s better than cigarettes?”

“Way better. Here.”

Before Sirius had a chance to say anything, Remus was bringing the joint up to Sirius’ lips. Startled, Sirius instinctively parted them, and let the rough paper of the tip slide in. Then, Remus’ fingers skimmed his lower lip, and he was paralyzed. His mind was plunged into a world of haze, where his lip and Remus’ fingers existed alone. Where all the unsaid words were unimportant, and all that mattered was that Remus was touching him.

But something inside him realized the sheer impossibility of that dream and brought him back to reality. A reality where Remus would never love him back, because why would he? Why would an ethereal creature like Remus Lupin, with all his intangible beauty, pay any attention to a bratty pureblood who couldn’t even tell the difference between a mandrake and a spinach leaf?

Well, Sirius concluded, if this is the closest I ever get to him, I may as well make the most of it.

Sirius sighed, leaning into Remus’ touch. Memorizing the sensation of cold fingers on his skin. But Remus drew back. Sirius supposed he must have angered him with his display of intimacy, because a red flush was creeping up his neck and highlighting his cheeks.

Drawing back, Sirius cleared his throat, which was not an easy feat, due to the joint now in his mouth. When he was satisfied that an ordinary level of awkwardness had been restored between them, he lit his joint. Almost immediately, he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him. It was amazing, the sensation of every muscle in his body loosening, becoming calm. The tension was gone from his shoulders, and he couldn’t even remember why he had been worried about this in the first place. He had never felt anything better.

He felt a tug on the spliff and opened his mouth so it could slide out, the paper sticking to his lips. It was Remus, of course. He took it into those elegant, beautiful fingers and took a puff, closing his eyes as the glorious smoke entered his system. After a couple of seconds, he exhaled again, the smoke rippling through his voluptuous lips and ascending to join the clouds in their endless dance of mesmerising shapeshifting.

The rest of the morning was spent that way, sharing that slice of euphoria, tucked away on a rooftop in a tiny corner of a tiny island in a huge, huge world.

***

The sun was dipping into the west now, and James and Peter had long since engaged themselves in a fierce game of monopoly. Surprisingly, Peter was doing very well. Although James would later claim that he “let Peter win”, it was clear to see that he was severely frustrated by his lack of success. Although, his agitation might have had something to do with his anticipation of the next day; the girls had agreed to come over in the morning and stay for a couple of nights. Inevitably, James had spent many hours fretting over what to say when Lily arrived, before finally agreeing to partake in a game of monopoly to settle his nerves. Clearly, this hadn’t helped. To their merit, Remus and Sirius had abstained from the activity, aware that an apprehensive James and board games were never a good combination. They had instead elected to watch, which proved to be a far more enjoyable pastime.

“That’s it!”, James exclaimed, throwing his money down on the table. “I don’t get this dumb muggle game. I’m going for a walk.” He pushed back his chair with an unpleasant screech and stormed out the front door, leaving a bewildered Peter in his wake. They didn’t have long to revel in the absence of James’ intense leg-jiggling, however. The door had barely swung close before it was wrenched open again, and James came thundering back in, unchanged, except for the fact that he was now soaking wet.

Fuming, he mumbles something about “s’raining”, and sloshed his way up the stairs. A distant door slammed, and the house was quiet once more.

“Well”, Sirius clapped his hands together. “I’m starving. Dinner?”

Peter perked up at the mention of sustenance but was quickly shot down by Remus’ next statement.

“In case you haven’t noticed, we can’t exactly walk to town in this weather. And the muggle delivery place won’t come out here in the rain.”

But Sirius was unperturbed. “Well I’ll cook something! Peter, why don’t you go make the guest rooms up for the girls, and Remus and I will whip something up for tea.”

Peter quickly scampered upstairs, not one to pass up an opportunity to clean a bedroom (it was one of his many unappreciated blessings; the need for cleanliness).

Left alone now, Sirius turned to Remus. Just being close to him was enough to set his heart racing, but he pushed that down.

Not right now. We’re just cooking. Just two friends, making dinner for their other two, less sophisticated friends.

However, he found himself unsure of how to proceed. So, as a demonstration of his ever-present sophistication, he decided to go with the most refined of communicative methods: finger guns.

Immediately regretting the decision, he dropped his arms to his side and cleared his throat for what was probably nearing the millionth time that day. “Shall we?” Remus nodded.

The Potters’ kitchen was sprawling with innumerable cupboards and drawers, all immaculately designed and painted to create a blend of antique styles and modern methods. There were 3 ovens, and a number of industrial fridges, including a blast-freezer. A mini fridge sat on the bench, containing sodas of all flavours and, further back, expensive alcohols. To Sirius, who had grown up in the dingy prison of Grimmauld Place, it was heaven.

He walked over to the industrial fridge and started pulling out ingredients, ideas flooding his mind. Although he would never admit it, cooking was one of Sirius’ guilty pleasures. The thought of so many elements, things that are seemingly useless of bland, coming together to form a gastronomical masterpiece was something that he enjoyed immensely. Within minutes, he was working away at a bouillabaisse, the pastry for a quiche already in the oven, and an ice-cream mixture chilling in the fridge.

Remus was watching in amazement from his perch on the island bench, a cold raspberry soda in his hand.

“Where did you learn to cook?” he asked, unable to tear his eyes from the mesmerizing bubbling of the bouillabaisse.

Sirius blushed. “Andy taught me, actually. After she moved in with Ted. I would go and visit her every Saturday and help out around the house when Ted was out working.”

Remus was well aware of Sirius’ feelings about Ted Tonks. Although he had not approved of him initially, believing strongly that Andromeda was worthy of someone better, he had seen how passionately he cared for his family, and grown to like the stumpy little man.

“She says she learned from Ted’s mother, who was a chef in France before the Depression. She said that Andy had a knack for it, and so taught her everything she knew. Since no one in the ministry would take her in fear of her parents getting mad, she decided to do everything she can at home, taking care of the house and of little Nymphadora.”

“Oh yeah, how is she going? God, she must be going on a year now!” Remus asked, remembering the pictures Sirius had shown him of his baby cousin when she was born.

“She’s doing good. It really is a breath of fresh air, seeing that even in the midst of the oncoming war, there is still such innocence and good in the world. But at the same time, I’m terrified that she might have to grow up in a world governed by Voldemort.” His voice shook on that last sentence, his throat swelling painfully as tears sprung to his eyes. He tried to blink them back, unwilling to let Remus see that side of him, but they knew each other too well. With two quick strides, Remus was across the room, enveloping him in a hug.

Sirius sank into it, letting himself be consumed by the warmth or Remus. By that comforting smell of nutmeg and tea, coupled with chocolate and books. The brush of leather jacket on woolen sweater, the feeling of heads on shoulders and hands on backs. And he knew that, as long as this boy was in the world, everything would always be okay.

***

After dinner, the boys had opted to take their dessert into the living room and watch a movie. Remus had suggested Titanic, and James had protested for all of 5 seconds before remembering that Rose bore a slight resemblance to one Lily Evans and supporting the idea wholeheartedly. But now the movie had ended, and the boys found themselves, yet again, in limbo between waking and sleeping. At some point during the movie, Remus had moved over to snuggle next to Sirius, and it hadn’t taken long before they were sprawled out on the sofa, Remus’ head on Sirius’ chest. Sirius had tried no to think anything of it, justifying that Remus was tired and probably didn’t even know what he was doing. But a small part of him couldn’t help but wonder, couldn’t help but hope.

Remus opened his eyes and looked out the window into the dark garden. The night sky was speckled with a tapestry of a thousand stars, each one so small, yet burning with a fire so intense it could consume everything they held dear in less than a second. There was no moon in the sky that night.

Then Remus turned his head to look up at Sirius, his golden eyes meeting grey ones.

“It’s stopped raining”, he said.

Sirius looked up, and saw that the skies had, in fact, cleared.

Glancing down again, he went to reply, but was cut short by the sight before him. Remus was asleep, safe in his best friend’s arms. And so, Sirius spoke his answer for the unlistening ears of the night.

“Yeah. Yeah it has.”

***

I hope you liked it!! It is up on ao3 as well, and the next chapter will be coming soon! Please reblog is you liked it, I’m smol and would love more people to see it. thankyou!!

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Hurting you is suicide

!!Trigger Warning!!

*self harm

Remus POV

I wake up to see sirius laying next to me, bruised and scarred. Last night was a full moon I remembered, and I can't believe I lost control, I hurt him, I hurt the person I said I'll never scar. Tears run down my cheeks as I look at him peacefully sleeping remember how much of a monster I am for hurting him. I can't believe how much of a fool I was to even think that I can love someone without hurting them. I don't deserve him, he's to good for me and he doesn't deserve me, I'm a monster that no one deserves to be with.

I stand up and go to the bathroom to look at myself at the mirror. Just a few fresh wounds like always. Tears kept rolling down my face as I thought, the more nights sirius spends with me on a full moon, the more he'll be hurt. Maybe, I should... end things. I thought as I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist.

"Hey Re, you alright?" I hear sirius' morning voice, I heard a tiny whimper when he moved his arm, it seems he's still healing from last night, which made me more hurt.

"Perfectly fine pads, how about you, you seem really hurt" I turn to face him and completely forgot I was crying. The look of shock on his face when he saw me sobbing.

"Re, please stop crying. I'm fine, very fine, finer than fine. P-please stop crying." He wiped my tears as he started panicking and just hugged me tightly, Merlin what did I do to deserve him. I hug back as his grew tighter and tighter.

"b-but I-I h-hurt you. I don't d-deserve y-you. Sirius I'm a m-monster, Y-you don't d-deserve the p-pain I b-bring you." I sob harder into his shoulder as he starts rubbing circles on my back in attempt to calm me down.

"Remus you never hurt me, and never will. These scars show how much I love you, how much I'm willing to go just to be there for you. These scars are a reminder that I'm there for you even on a full moon. I'll always be here for you Re, no matter what circumstance." Sirius tells me calmly as I quietly sob on him. He has done so much for me, so much with me, the least I can do right now is to show him I'm happy. I know that he'll be happy if I am.

"I guess you're right" I say releasing from the hug and I smile at Sirius as he smiles back.

"There's the smile I'm looking for" Sirius says as he pulled me into a kiss, I kiss back and hear james aggressively knocking on the door.

"sTOP sNOGGING wE nEED tO gET tO cLASS." james yells and ends with a yawn, I let out a giggle as sirius answers.

"alright, hold on!" he laughs and wraps an arm around me as we head out of the bathroom.

"took you long enough." a sleepy james says and heads into the bathroom.

A few months later it's always the same, I lose control and wake up to see Sirius laying next to me with more scars than the previous month. I would always try to heal them and head into the bathroom. After the first month of me losing control, I lock the door in order for sirius to not stop me. After I heal his wounds I always go to the bathroom. I see my reflection and want to punch the mirror, I'm a monster I kept repeating in my head as I held a blade and add 3 more cuts. As of now, I have 15 cuts, they seem to be not enough though, I know what I'm supposed to do.

It's lunch time now but I told sirius to meet me at an abandoned classroom before going to the great hall. I'm waiting for him by the door and a few minutes later he arrives, locking the door behind him.

"Hey boo" Sirius says as he approached me and gave me a peck on my cheek.

"hey..." I say coldly as I weakly smile at him. His face expression suddenly change to a look of worry.

"Anything wrong Re?" he says in a low voice while placing a hand on my cheek. I hold that hand and look away as I felt tears roll down my cheeks.

"I can't do this anymore Pads, I don't want to hurt you anymore." I say in a weak voice as he pulls me into a hug but I don't hug back.

"Re please don't leave me, I told you, you have never and will never hurt me, please Re believe me these wounds and bruises are nothing, I don't even feel them. Please Re you're the best thing that has happened to me, I can't afford to lose you, please." he says, now sobbing as I pull away from the hug.

"I'm sorry sirius, I'm a monster that you shouldn't be with. It's over, I'll hurt you no more." I say crying, storming out of the room.

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Should I post a part 2 of this? ~

< reblogging this would be nice :) >

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[w0lfstar-0bsessed]

Cheering up Remus

Summary: A rain drenched Remus came home in the flat that he shared with James and Sirius. Cursing and cranky as hell. Sirius had the difficult task of cheering him up.

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Remus had been glad his only chore that day was grocery shopping. Until the sky started roaring and rain poured out. Like the vault of heaven had broke and all the plumbers were stuck in hell.

He had waited and waited for it to pass. But Sirius would be home soon and it was his turn to cook. Remus decided is was time to defy the rain, and get the ingredients to Sirius’ very simple, yet exquisite mac & cheese.

“No fucking umbrella” he cursed as he left the house. “Stupid, fucking Prongs, always playing the gentleman for Lily. Leaving us mortals to drown.”

Sirius came home to an empty house. Of course James was at Lily's, as usual. But Remus should have been here already.

“Moony, you home?” Silence. “I've got chocolate!” he tried. Still nothing. “Must be at the…” His words were cut off by a hard slam of the front door.

A dripping Remus Lupin came in. With eyes looking deadlier than the thunder outside.

“Raining outside, Re? Sirius asked with a smirk on his face.

“Fuck off, Pads, I'm dead, I've drowned, let me rest in peace.” Remus walked to the kitchen, leaving wet footprints everywhere. With a bang he dropped the bags on the kitchen counter.

Sirius followed him, grinning. Cranky Remus was one of his favorite versions. The cursing that came out of his mouth was almost art.

“So, dead Remus, got everything?”

“Of course I got bloody everything.” He growled. “Even your ‘tiramisu - champagne - pudding stuff’, you pretentious bag of tits.” Sirius tried to hold in his laughter. “Just eat yogurt like the rest of us.” He grumbled.

“Moonpie, just get yourself a dry jumper and pants and I'll make you some hot chocolate.”

Remus huffed, but started undressing. “With marshmallows and chocolate?” He asked while kicking out his boots.

“We’re not cavemen, Remus. Of course with marshmallows and…”

Remus had gotten rid of his sweater and pants. All Sirius could do was gasp at him. Remus’ white t shirt clung to his body, leaving very little to the imagination. Hard, pink nipples showing. Oh god, what Sirius wouldn't give to suck on them, pinch them.

Remus’ golden hair clung to his face. Busy with his socks Remus couldn't see his friend staring at him. Sirius took advantage. Eyeing Remus up and down. Drops of water rolling down that long, pale neck. Sirius resisted the urge to lick and kiss them away. When Remus’ slender fingers started tucking at the hem of his shirt, Sirius decided it would be safer to turn around. His jeans were already feeling tight enough.

“Hand me that towel, will ya?” Remus’ voice broke his daydreaming. Sirius threw it over his shoulder, not wanting to turn around. His growing bulge would really make it difficult to hide his secret crush. A crush he’d had since 3th year. He started fiddling with the chocolate milk and heard Remus walk away. He let out a relieved sigh.

Too lazy to get a new set of clothing Remus lowered himself on the soft rug in front of the fireplace. Feeling the warm air waft over his almost naked body was just what he needed. He could hear Sirius busy in the kitchen. He loved it when it was just the two of them. He could pretend Sirius was his longtime boyfriend and have his heart's desire satisfied for a few hours.

Being this exposed in front of Sirius was taking a risk. Hiding a hard on was going to be difficult. And Sirius didn't have to do anything special to cause that effect. But Remus has successfully hidden it for years, so he should be fine.

“One cup of cocoa for Mister ‘Crankypants’ Lupin” Sirius said cheerfully when he entered the living room. That Remus was still undressed shocked him.

“Um, shouldn't you get dressed, Moony?”

“Tired. Fire feels good.” He said, with his back turned to Sirius. “Come sit with me,” he patted on the spot next to him, “cheer Mister ‘Crankypants’ Lupin up.

Sirius shuffled forwards and handed Remus the mug before sitting down. Their fingers touched for a moment. Sirius let out a soft moan that he quickly tried to hide with a cough. Control yourself, Black, he thought.

“And how am I supposed to do that?” Sirius asked, determined to stare at the flames. Anything but at Remus, and his still wet hair, his beautiful long body. Full of scars. But Sirius loved each and every one of them. He felt honored Remus was comfortable enough around him to expose them like this. He had always been very private with his body. If Sirius had known that rain would have this effect, he would have done a rain dance every chance he got.

“You could hand me the chocolate”, Remus replied.

“Of course, chocolate, you're like a girl with her monthly problem.”

“Mine's bloody and furry. So I deserve chocolate every day”.

“You deserve everything, Moony.” Sirius blushed at what he has just let slip. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought.

“I do?” Remus turned to face him.

“Yeah… ‘course you do, you're…” Sirius stuttered, eyes still focused on the flames.

“I’m what?” Remus asked softly, heart almost beating out of his chest.

“You're Remus, you know. You…” Sirius let out, looking at the floor.

“I, what?”

Following instinct Remus reached out his hand and cupped Sirius’ cheek. Forcing him to look at him. “I'm what?” He asked again.

Sirius started blushing, opened his mouth to speak. But words were lost. “Bugger it, bugger it all!” Sirius let out. And then he pressed his lips to Remus’. Something he had dreamed of for so long. Something he hadn't allowed himself to do for years. Even if that had taken him all the willpower in the world. But an almost naked Remus touching him, looking him in the eyes was his undoing.

He felt Remus’ mouth opening beneath his. His tongue slid inside. The taste of chocolate, the earthy scent of rain.. It was all too good to be true. Sirius poured all the years of longing in his kiss. Grabbing Remus’ wet hair. He heard Remus moan softly in his mouth, the sound going straight to Sirius cock.

“Pads” Remus finally broke their kiss to gasp for air.

Sirius pulled back. “I'm so sorry, Moony… I don't know what I was thinking… I…”

“Shut up” Remus grabbed his sweater, tugged him closer and kissed him hard.

“Oh fuck, Moony…”

“Maybe later”, Remus laughed. “For now, let me do what I have dreamed about since I was fourteen.”

“Thirteen for me” Sirius said between kisses.

“So much time lost” Remus sighed.

“It was worth the wait.” Sirius pushed Remus gently on his back. Kissing him as if his life depended on it. “Have I cheered you up, by the way?”

Remus laughed. “Not ‘crankypants’ anymore. Tight pants maybe..?” He blushed.

Leaning back in for another kiss, Sirius whispered: “Same here.”

Notes: A short little Wolfstar. Written in an hour. No beta, so mistakes are possible! Please tell me if I have made any! I would love it if you leave a comment! <3

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[girlwithacrown]

a wolfstar dialog

My second fanfic ... no warnings, nothing to explicit.

Remus? Are you awake?

Reading.

Bloody good eyes of yours.. can I sleep in your bed? James is snorring my ears off.

Why don't you sleep in your bed then?

I had a nightmare.

You are 16 years old.

It was a bad one.

*sighs* Ok then.

Where is your blanket?

Didn't bring it.

Wtf your toes are icy!

You are always so warm.

Wolf's blood - you know.

Remus?

Still reading.

What are you reading?

*sighs* nothing you would like. Muggle romance stuff. One of Lilys.

I like romance.

Snogging all the girl is not romance.

That's just because I fancy someone else.

(Still reading and just asking because he wants Sirius to shut up) so who is the lucky girl?

Well, brown eyes.

Mhm.

Curly hair.

Mhm.

Gryffindor genius.

Mhm.

Not really a girl.

Mhm.

Are you listening?

No. ... What?

My fingers are cold.

Remus sitting up to take Sirius hands and blows into them.

Sirius actually blushing in the dark.

I think you might get sick. Your heart is racing.

I think that might be just being so close.

Remus putting his book down and lying down.

Sirius putting his hands around Remus upper body.

Sirius, you know I have a boyfriend.

I know.

You know that you are straight?

Mhm.

We are best friends.

Mhm.

This can't happen out of curiosity.

Mhm. ... ask me what my nightmare was about?

What was your nightmare about?

Ever since you came out to us .. I never thought about it but now ... I think I might have always fancied .. you.

Silence (except for James' snorring)

Remus shifting and Sirius holding faster onto him, afraid he is moving away from him.

Moony?

Yes, Pads.

Can you break up with your stupid, boring rawenclaw boyfriend and be mine instead?

Sorry i can't.

Why?

Because .. we broke up one week ago.

Now Sirius is sitting up surprised.

Why didn't you tell us?

Because ... You would have asked why and I promised never to hidde anything from you again.

Is there someone else?

No, there has always been only the one.

So why did you break up?

He wasn't the one.

Sirius again resting against Remus' shoulder - his hands under the covers searching the warmth of the others scarred body.

So, you are single now?

And utterly in love with my best friend since he started growing his hair out and being an absolute gorgeous wizard?

*gasping* James?

Don't tell him.

Are you serious?

No you are Sirius. ... Ouch that hurt.

You are unbelievable. And a liar, no one sharing a bathroom with Potter could fall in love with him.

True.

Remus?.... If you don't stop stroking my back in this very second I will have to kiss you.

If your hands wander any more down it will not end at kissing.

Both stop their hands movement.

Remus?

Yes?

It's not out of curiosity... not really.

What do you mean by "not really"?

I think I am just curious how it would be to spend the rest of my life with you.

Oh godric, Pads, we did not even make out and you fantasies about marrying me.

That must be the romantic within

me. ... can you stroke my back again?

*sighs but obliges*

Sirius shifting his leg over Remus'.

Oh my.. Remus how can you stay so calm?

I have all the restraint you are lacking, obviously.

What about when I kiss your neck? Just like this?

This works fine for me.

What if I kiss your cheek? Just like this?

I can't see why this is a problem.

What about a proper kiss?

Mhm.

What about I sit on top of you and snogg you so bad that your lips will still be bruised at breakfast?

That can only be expected from my future husband.

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[marauderepoch-blog]

Lupin feels anxious as Sirius’s life is in danger. Swipe➡️for the full story ! Hope you guys like it :)) Thank you for suggesting this fan art @boggarts_and_butterbeer Ignore the tags:) #siriusblack#siriusxm#siriusblackedit#remuslupin#remuslupinedit#remuslupinfanart#remuslupinaesthetic#moony#padfoot#padfootandmoony#padfootxmoony#wolfdog#wolfstarfanfic https://www.instagram.com/p/CBIOHvngmU_/?igshid=18ssqsw2mpwjx

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[asgardenflower]

Summary:

A lovesick Sirius is a desperate thing, and Remus Lupin insists on being oblivious.

#Wolfstarfanfic

[somethingveryodd]

My Writing Masterlist

COMPLETED

Hole to Feed 

Harry Potter meets The Menu| Explicit | Draco/Harry| 34k 

Draco tunes them all out, watching as they fly through the water, when familiarity on his glass catches his eyes. The writing – because it’s writing, he realises, when he brings the glass closer – is barely there, blink and you’d miss it. But he would never miss it: the writing is in his dreams, under his fingernails, in his blood. It’s runes.

OR

The Malfoy-Black Foundation is celebrating its 25th anniversary. But why does the whole staff consist of Hogwarts graduates? And why does Chef Evans seem familiar?

Harry Potter meets The Menu (2022)

here as I am

Stranger Things| Mature| Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 5.8k

He was always good at holding his desires back, hauling them behind a fence of his ribcage. They try to crawl through the bones, but they get buried underneath, in the soil of Steve’s body. Releasing them feels too selfish and his ribs have held his heart intact for so long he doesn’t remember how to react on the impulse.

or

Four years after their last meeting, Steve goes with Robin and the kids to a music festival not knowing who's the headliner (it's Eddie.)

We Will Fill the Cracks Together

Harry Potter | Mature | Sirus/Remus | 23k

Remus works in a library and at his parents pub in a small, Welsh town.

Sirius Black is doing his PhD on werewolves and comes to a small, Welsh town to do some research.

Waiting Words

Harry Potter | Explicit | Sirus/Remus | 19k

Once upon a time, during their seventh year at Hogwarts Sirius Black kissed Remus Lupin, which turned out to be a year long fling. However, now a decade or so after both men think that it might have been more than that but they're too dumb to take any action. Fortunately they have good friends who try to talk some sense into them during James and Lily's vow renewal in a small Scottish B&B Oh, and there's no Voldemort in this world, everybody is very happy and alive.

Newspaper Blues

The Witcher | Explicit | Jaskier/Geralt | 21k

Working in the industry as a music journalist is tough, more so if your co-worker is one of the most famous journalists himself, is handsome and asks you for a favour.

That's the dice that life has thrown to Jaskier, but at least the man knows that when you get lemons you should made a god damn lemonade out of them.

And that's what he will do. When he gets all the clues. Or if.

Don’t You Know?

Harry Potter | Teen | Draco/Harry | 19k

Harry just wants a case that isn't filled with politics, Daily Prophet's journalists, and all the stuff that includes taking photographs (of him) and interviews (of, also, him). He wants to show that he is a good Auror, that this line of work is where he is supposed to be. He begs for a new case, something with less press. He gets one. What he also gets is one curse breaker, and apparent fairy expert, Draco Malfoy.

fire in your soul

Harry Potter | Explicit | Sirus/Remus | 40k

Remus would love to be calm about Saturday mornings like this one; him on the couch, drinking his perfectly made coffee, eating omelette that Sirius made and listening to the sexual exploits of the man he has been in love with for the better part of his life. He is fine. (He has a pillow, a big and fluffy one, that covers his entire face and perfectly mutes all sounds. He will use it to scream into it, in anguish; until his throat is raw, until the only words he can speak are whispers, until his heart will stop bleeding for a second, until his bones aren’t hollow and aren’t filled with the sheer pain of existence. He has done this before and will do it again. He is, in fact, not fine)

Remus Lupin, in love with Sirius for years, finally snaps. After an argument he decides to leave everything behind and travel the world with a botanist, Theodora Allen, as her secretary slash researcher slash helper. He realizes that there's more to life than he ever thought and maybe, in fact, people can change for the better.

The Gods Among Us

Hades | Teen | Zagreus/Thanatos | 3k

Time passess. Thanatos never knows how much of it, he’s never sure, he never has checked. But if there’s one thing that work has taught him is that, with time, things change.

A little character study of Thanatos, stretched throughout the game.

Sober

Bond | Teen | James Bond/Q | under 1k

Q is too sober for this mission.

Whistle

The Witcher | Teen | Jaskier/Geralt | under 1k

“Well, thank you Jaskier for saving my life!” He says, half mockingly and half absolutely not, as he tries to stand up from the ground. His foot gets caught in something and he prays to gods its not some poor fellows bones.

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[somethingveryodd]

We Will Fill the Cracks Together - a wolfstar AU

They came in on a cold afternoon; the air was light after the recent storm that swept over the village like a giant, not caring about their lives and plans. The door opened and a whiff of air entered the pub making people closest to the entrance shiver. Remus barely felt it on the tip of his nose as he stood behind the bar, two glasses in his hands as he looked up towards the entrance.

We Will Fill the Cracks Together by @somethingveryodd​

Wolfstar | M | 23k | 

Remus works in a library and at his parents pub in a small, Welsh town. Sirius Black is doing his PhD on werewolves and comes to a small, Welsh town to do some research.

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[faustrinus]

The Marauders as Buzzfeed Unsolved

Remus: I can’t see the top of my head, so I don’t know. Sirius: No one can see the top of your head except God.

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[somethingveryodd]

The letter is a surprise, to say the least.

He is looking for a job, been looking for a job for a better part of December and January, so when the owl comes knocking at his window, on a Saturday afternoon nonetheless, Remus is perplexed. He sent his CV to a couple of wizard firms, left it even in a few of the shops, but it’s been only a week and he is sure that the first answers should start to arrive… well, later than today, definitely. First rejections, that is. He isn’t particularly hopeful about his employment; his last job was a temp one in a firm that dealt with wizards and muggles both and although it included being a glorified assistant he quite enjoyed it. When they didn’t need him anymore both parties amicably parted ways; the firm still exists and Remus is still in deep shit.

fire in your soul where Remus Lupin goes on an adventure to discover himself and Sirius Black does some growing up (40k, wolfstar, nobody dies, an attempt at worldbuilding was made)

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[faustrinus]

The Marauders (ft some subtle wolfstar and Lily mentions) while playing minecraft bc that's the thing I have done the most lately

James:

— Is probably reading a minecraft guide while playing

— "WOAH how do you do that?"

— "An enderman just stole my things who wants to kill him"

— "Sirius put your bed to my left!! Lily goes in the right!"

— Probably has the ugliest house i'm so sorry James

— "We've been playing for three whole hours... anyone down for another two more hours?? ;)"

— Dies every five seconds

— "Stay back Lily! I'll protect you and Harry!" harry is the cat he and lily adopted in the game

Sirius:

— "James let's go to the mine we saw earlier" and then they get lost

— Wants a diamond armor

— "Creative mode it's for nerds" and then he falls down a hole and dies bc he didn't remember he couldn't fly in survival

— Sometimes the rest is playing peacefully and Sirius starts screaming bc five zombies are following him

— "Moony, what if we have a date on the forest?"

— Tried to build Hogwarts and failed miserably

Remus:

— Plays most of the time in silence, takes his time building

— "Sirius could you go and get some wood for me?"

— Takes care of a wolf bc the rest told him it looked like him

— Everytime he dies, he curses

— Has a nice little cottage <3

— "Who left his raw chicken here?? it was you James wasn't it"

— It's really good at figuring out how to craft things

— When he plays too much he gets a headache

Peter:

— Likes to put flowers when he has nothing else to do

— He puts a nickname to every animal he founds, James finds it hilarious

— He always has food with him in the game, it's a life saver

— glowstone :D

— Pretty good at building, really bad at fighting monsters

— "Wouldn't be easier if we all shared the same house?"

— "I'm gonna have my own orchard and if anyone tries to steal food from it, I'll know"

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[faustrinus]

Non-magical AU, Poet!Remus and Musician!Sirius

A continuation :D • After their last encounter, Sirius's “little” crush with Remus has become quite the inspiration for writing songs. In his lyrics, he compares Remus's freckles to the beautiful stars he used to stare at while living in his abusive home, the man's eyes shining like the moon in the darkest of nights. While looking at his face, the universe felt like it could not compete with such stunning beauty, not even after a hundred’s years. It the galaxy was as unknown an infinite as people said, then Remus was a galaxy. He had the ability to rip his heart out of his chest and decipher the words it was trying to say, making a beautiful map of who he was, truly. That made Sirius weak at his knees. • He was very embarrassed when James read the lyrics and started laughing because, “I can’t believe you are already in love with him after one date!” “I’m not in love with him, James!” • But the funny thing is, it has become the same for Remus. As he slowly traces the edge of the sheet of paper where he is writing, he realizes all his most recent poems were about a black-haired man with a magical voice. A voice that could lure people to feel desperate and content at the same, a voice that could sink hearts, just like mermaids can sink ships and the people inside of it. Sometimes, Sirius’s voice was like a warm and welcoming embrace after you had a long day, but then it could shift and become the dagger behind your back, keeping you awake. • Even though they clearly had it bad for each other (James noticed, Peter noticed, Remus's friend, Lily, noticed too) they kept their feelings shut for some time, writing letters that every day would become more and more personal. • One day, something happened. Right on top of Remus's letter, was another letter. It was smaller, and more refined. In big capital letters, the initials RB were written. • Sirius froze, he knew exactly who wrote that letter, his younger brother. He and Regulus stopped being in contact once Sirius finished school, but they stopped talking long time ago before that, back then when Sirius ran away and took refuge with the Potter family. Regulus took that as a betrayal, and he stopped acknowledging Sirius's presence when they were in the same room. • And now he had sent a letter. A letter to Sirius. He felt strange seen his brother’s handwriting again after so much time without seeing it, but at the same time a feeling of relief was taking over his body as he grasped the paper with strength. He was still alive. • He was so scared that something was going to happen to him after he left the house, that piece of paper was the proof he needed to confirm his brother was okay. Surprisingly, the only information it contained was an address. • Sirius knew that address; it was the place where he and Remus had met the last time, and the memory brought colour to his face. He still felt embarrassed when thinking about how he made a fool out of himself by acting like a teenager having his first crush. • But he had no time to be blushing about something that happened weeks ago. If his brother had sent him that letter, he had a reason to. So, he grabbed his coat and left quickly, wishing that his instincts were right. • When he arrived at the place, even without entering, he saw the figure that was drinking a cup of tea close to the window. He was holding an old book while he drank. Regulus. • Sirius entered without thinking twice, but thanks to being rushed, he tripped over a napkin in the floor, and ended up falling on top of someone. • And, oh, what a surprise. It was Remus. What a lucky event. • Remus noticed immediately that it was Sirius because who could have not recognized the tattoos in his arms, his long hair, his- well, yeah, Remus pretty much memorized how the vocalist looked. “Oh, are you okay?” “Me? Oh, yeah, just… fell, silly thing. I am sorry, I didn’t expect to see you here.” • Sirius was clearly panicking, and Remus noticed it, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. While he did that, Sirius remembered something. • And when he lifted his gaze, his brother was staring directly at him. • His face went even redder. • “Maybe we should… distant ourselves. Wouldn’t like that pretty face of yours to become permanently red. Not that I do not like it, though.” • Did Remus just flirted with him?? Right in front of his brother?? Sirius was going to explode. • Luckily, without exploding, he was able to get up, gaining a few glances from the people that were sitting there while he helped Remus get up too. • Regulus was still staring, and Sirius didn’t know if he could take it any longer. So, he did the last thing he could think about. • “Do you want to start our second date today?” • Remus was taken by surprise, his eyes widening. He was planning on asking Sirius on another date, but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon. But of course, he accepted. • As they sat down at a table nearby, Sirius could feel how Regulus’s eyes were piercing through his back. • He was pretty sure that Remus could sense it too, a question mark appearing all over his features. • And the cherry on top: Regulus was walking towards their table. • Sirius was about to run away from the shop, scared of what Regulus might think. What If he wanted to tell him something, but after seeing him with Remus he changed his mind? What if he wasn’t supportive? It would have been devastating to have his heart broken thanks to his family again. • But he didn’t have enough time, and in a quick movement, his brother was already there. One eyebrow arched at Remus. • Sirius was panicking. He didn’t want to make himself look stupid in front of Remus, but he also didn’t want to end in bad terms with Regulus again. • Luckily (or unluckily) Remus was the first to talk, speaking directly to Regulus. “I’m sorry… can we help you with something?” “I want to talk to my brother.” • Oh. Now Remus was looking at Sirius's and Regulus's face, alternating between the two. He was putting the pieces together, after all, those two DID look quite alike, so it was surprising for him to not have noticed it before.   • The oldest of the Black's mind was a mess. Full of thoughts like, what is going Remus to think about me now? Will Regulus get mad at me? • To Sirius's relief, Remus didn’t seem that… in shock. He got up, excusing himself with a quick bow, smiling at Sirius, and then kissing his cheek. He said he was going to the bathroom to not interrupt the two. • He had just left when Regulus broke into laughter. • Sirius was really confused. • “Why were you so nervous? Were you planning on ditching me to go to a date?” • Regulus sat down and started explaining first. Even though between the two of the brothers he seemed calmer, he was still fidgeting with one of the buttons on his sleeve. They slowly started to open up, trying to fill out the years where they were absent in each other lives. • Then, a crazy idea appeared in Sirius’s mind. • And, of course, since he didn’t have any rational control about his actions left, he did it. As soon as Remus came back, he left the table, saying he also wanted to go to the bathroom and was waiting for Remus to not leave Regulus alone. • He spent about five minutes in the bathroom, just to go out and find Remus and Regulus talking excitedly about something he couldn’t pinpoint. • They were laughing and smiling, and Sirius just knew. • Things would get better with them by his side.

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[faustrinus]

when we get out of here

"I hate you so much right now it's unbelievable."

"That isn't what you said yesterday after the Quidditch match, you know... when you hugged me."

Remus rolled his eyes, kicking a rock that rested near his feet. Of course, Sirius would try and joke to make the situation better. But being lost in The Forbidden Forest couldn't get better.

"I just want to know why the bloody hell did you run into the forest like a maniac. I was sick worried!"

Sirius mumbled something that Remus couldn't hear quite correctly. Maybe it was the fact that with every second that was getting darker, the sounds behind the woods started to get more and more terrifying, and every sudden noise could paralyze them in fear.

Yet, Sirius seemed nervous about other things.

"I just... needed to think."

Remus snorted, "And you came to think to The Forbidden Forest? the most dangerous place in the whole school?"

"I'm guessing you are saying it wasn't my best idea," Sirius spoke softly as he sat down on a fallen tree, "But I wasn't thinking about it when I did."

Silence dominated the atmosphere for a few seconds, the werewolf didn't know to explain his anger without sounding too harsh, and Sirius didn't have anything left to say except for that one question that was bouncing in the back of his head. Common sense was telling him he wasn't supposed to ask this kind of thing, but it was eating him up.

And Remus couldn't be madder at him.

"Remus..." he began, looking at the ground, "Why did you come?"  

It was like a kick on the face towards the taller boy. He suddenly stopped his angry passing, looking at the head down silhouette that Sirius owned while sitting down, after so many years with his friends, he lost a little bit the habit of sitting straight as he could, but in moments like this, when he was feeling so unsure and anxious, his posture would automatically become what his family expected him to be. A perfect shape, a perfect positioning, not looking at the eyes of anyone because they taught him he wasn't worthy of doing it.

"Sirius..."

"Did McGonagall sent you to rescue me or something? was James worried that I wouldn't participate in the next match? Peter needed my help to enter the kitchen?"

"McGonagall doesn't know I'm here. James and Peter tried to come with me but I didn't let them."

Sirius started tracing drawings on the ground with his foot, "Well. Why?"

"Because I care about you, fool. And these two idiots would probably say stuff they didn't mean, and you too."

For an instance, Sirius thought Remus meant it that way. But it didn't make sense, why would he? Sirius was just a stupid teenager who fell in love with one of his best friends because he was one of the first people that treated him kindly and without questioning.

And when he hugged him after winning a match against Ravenclaw, his feelings were confirmed one more time. And he panicked because the first came that came to his mind was the need to kiss him, right there, in front of everyone. So he ran inside, stayed under the covers until the next day when the stares became too much and he ran away.

Yes, it was a rushed decision. Guided by blind love and the habit of escaping from people when something hurt too much.

"When I'm alone it's easier to think."

"Well, maybe, you could have gone to the bathroom or behind a tree. Maybe near the lake, since no one it's going there because is freezing cold."

Sirius smacked his lips, "I had options, I get it."

"Yeah, you did, but the dumbest thing is that," Remus took a breath, "I followed you without thinking it twice."

"But I left hours ago..." Sirius's voice became lower with each word, "You were searching for me? for hours?"

The silence was more than an answer. And Remus couldn't hide the fact he was blushing a little bit, and it was uncomfortable considering the seriousness of the situation they were in.

"Maybe."

Only then that now Remus was trying to escape from Sirius's gaze, the shorter boy noticed the fresh-cut that adorned the werewolf's forehead. It had some recently dried blood, and it seemed like it hurt.

"You got a cut."

"Nothing that I'm not used to."

"Come here."

Still tense, Remus sat next to Sirius, turning his body a little to face him. The boy used his sleeve to clean out some of the blood, gently rubbing it against the skin. Their thighs touching and their breaths colliding with each other didn't make the job easier, but after a minute or less it was looking a little bit cleaner.

"That wasn't very hygienic."

"Shut up, luckily I brought my wand and I can do a few basics of healing."

"Even though you ran like a maniac into the woods, you brought your wand. Got to give you points for that."

Both of them laughed, finally feeling less tense. The stars shined upon them and Remus thanked whoever was out there for the calm night that accompanied them, transforming right now didn't sound fun.

"If we don't die here," mumbled the werewolf, "let's do something."

"Something like?"

"Go on a date."

Sirius almost fell to the ground while hearing that, a date? THE Remus Lupin wanted to on a date with him? with all calm surrounding them, he was sure his heartbeat was extremely loud for his own good.

"If you don't want to..."

"I would love to, actually."

"Great."

They shifted uncomfortably.

"I swear to Merlin if we don't find a way out I'm going to probably miss the best date on earth."

Remus laughed, "Desperate, huh?"

Just as Sirius was going to say something else, something illuminated their faces. James was standing with his wand, a light coming from it. Next to him was Peter, shaking uncontrollably as he looked around in fear.

"Came to rescue you! no time to say thanks, let's go before I forget the path."

Remus got up, but Sirius stopped him, grabbing his wrist.

"You owe me a date, Moony."

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