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love confession - @wolfstarmicrofic - 948 words

If anyone had asked, he would have sworn blind that he didn’t want Remus. Not like that, not at all. It was Remus. Moony. Come on.

It’s not that Remus wasn’t… It was just that Sirius didn’t ever think about it. And then he deliberately didn’t think about it, because he was on the run, because they had to re-form the Order, because his priority was Harry, because there was absolutely no space in Sirius’s mind to consider the possibility that he might still be a person who…

“I was so bloody terrified of losing him,” Sirius found himself admitting out of nowhere. Andromeda was sitting with him on the rooftop of Grimmauld Place late one evening, and maybe it was the freedom of that liminal nightime space, but Sirius found himself cracking open with truths he hadn’t known existed until he said them.

“It all changed overnight - we were heading back into a war, and I knew where I had to be, and I thought he’d just drift away. That it was too much - to keep fighting, hanging onto some semblance of… I don’t know.”

Sirius tipped his head back, staring up at the stars.

“But he didn’t,” Andromeda said.

“No, he didn’t,” Sirius replied, some note of bittersweet surprise running through his voice. “Did the opposite, actually. And I still… I’m just so glad he’s here. Every day. I’m so glad.”

“I would be too, living here,” Andromeda said, earning a dark huff of laughter in response.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised, in hindsight - but when Sirius allowed himself just a fraction of a moment to consider whether he might actually… well, he couldn’t un-know what he knew now.

There was no way out but through. Remus was right there, for christ’s sake. Sirius couldn’t keep this under control; he barely had any grip on his sanity as it was.

He probably could have picked a better moment, but there they were, searching the library for something on wolfsbane - Sirius could make that potion for Remus himself, thanks, and fuck that other slimy git - when it all came tumbling out.

“Oi, you got a moment?”

Remus glanced up from the aging volume he had half-open against the bookshelf; he gently closed it, slotting it carefully back into place, then turned to Sirius with his full attention.

“I’m all ears.”

“Yeah…” Sirius nodded, then began pacing across the room. “Yeah. Look, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Is everything okay?” Remus asked. “Is this about the Order?”

“No,” Sirius said quickly. “No, it’s not about that. It’s about…. us.”

“Us?”

“Moony - god, this is driving me insane,” Sirius said, running an exasperated hand through his hair as he glanced away to try and collect his thoughts.

“Look,” he continued, turning back to Remus. He took a breath. “I’m in love with you. There’s no easy way of saying this, so - yeah, fuck it. That’s how I feel. I’m really bloody in love with you.”

Remus was stock-still, staring at him. Sirius wasn’t sure what he’d expected - maybe surprise, or even shock. Maybe for Remus to instantly confess he felt the same, if Sirius had let himself hope a little. Maybe for Remus to let Sirius push him back against the sofa…

The Remus opposite him simply looked nonplussed.

“Oh,” he said. He blinked, his expression not changing an iota.

Burning, horrified realisation started to seep through Sirius. Remus didn’t… he wasn’t…

“Yeah, look—”

The click of the library door opening stopped Sirius in his tracks.

“Sorry to bother you!”

Remus’s eyes snapped just a second too late to where Arthur was poking his head cheerily round the door.

“Just wanted to let you know dinner’s on the table!”

“We’ll come down with you,” Remus told him. He cast a glance at Sirius, who nodded, trying to push away the hot stone that seemed to have dropped into his stomach and was beginning to radiate pain up through his chest.

He didn’t look at Remus the entire meal, just sat silent and surly in the corner. Nobody bothered him. Nobody ever did, when he was like this.

Molly, Arthur, Charlie and Tonks retreated to the living room after dinner for a game of cards. The last thing Sirius wanted was to be around anyone right now - he held back in the kitchen, mumbling something about cleaning up, then leant over the counter with a long sigh once he was finally alone.

“Padfoot?”

Sirius whipped round, in a flash of fear and miserable hope, to find Remus standing awkwardly opposite him.

“Moony, I’m - just don’t worry about it, alright?”

“Sirius, please.”

“Moony—”

“No, do not brush this off!” Remus interrupted. Sirius balked in surprise; Remus let out a tense breath, then spoke more calmly.

“You just caught me by surprise.”

Sirius frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t expecting you to say something like that. Ever, really. But especially not in the middle of the library.”

There was a glimmer of a smile on his lips, and Sirius’s heart lurched.

“Yeah, well. The stuffy books weren’t gonna hold me back.”

Remus laughed then, and Sirius’s courage surged, pushing him up off the counter with just a hint of swagger.

“What did you want to say, then?” he asked. “If I’m not brushing this off.”

Remus looked much more nervous now, eyes darting down to his shoes then back up to Sirius.

“Did you mean it?” he asked hesitantly.

“‘Course.”

“Okay then.”

“Okay?” Sirius teased.

“Yes,” Remus smiled. A flash of tongue darted over his lips, and - well, that was it really.

If he was honest with himself, Sirius had been waiting far, far too long.

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Only one bed (May 10th)

word count: 498

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Remus wakes up feeling warm.

It’s the kind of warmth that reaches down to his very bones. He’s sore and achy and he must have eaten something rancid yesterday because he can taste it in the back of his mouth, but more than anything he is warm, and he is glad that the full moon is no longer in the sky.

Remus has done all of this many many times before, but it almost always feels like the very first time when he wakes up. 

He opens his eyes and the first thing he notices is Sirius asleep in a chair next to him. Remus would never tell him this, but Sirius looks rather shabby when he is asleep. His mouth is always open and his hair is everywhere. His eyes are never fully closed and he drools all over the place and Remus’ heart is going to explode with all the love it has for him, horrifying open-eyed sleep and all. 

Sirius is also the lightest sleeper he knows. Remus’ voice is barely audible when he calls out to him but he knows that Sirius will wake up anyway.

Sirius grins as soon as he catches Remus’ eye. “Good morning, my love. Is everything okay?”

“Peachy,” Remus says, his voice scratchy. He gestures to Sirius to come lie next to him.

Sirius comes with a cold glass of water and he helps Remus drink it. “If Madam Pomfrey walks in on me next to you in bed, she’d–”

“Did I eat something weird yesterday?”

Sirius laughs. “Yes. I don’t think you want to know what it was, though. You seemed to enjoy it at the time if that makes you feel better.”

Remus stares at Sirius. “Sure.”

Sirius shakes his head. “Are you hungry? I can get you some–”

“Sleep next to me.”

Sirius smiles softly. “I really think you rather need the whole tiny twin bed right now, what with your bones breaking and mending and breaking and–”

“I’m fine,” Remus says. He tries to sit up in the bed and his back cracks rather loudly. Sirius helps him fix the pillows behind him and he gives him a look. 

“That really sounds worse than it is.”

“Sure,” Sirius says. He hands Remus a vial of Dittany. “Drink up, darling.”

“You’re an ugly sleeper,” Remus says, changing his mind on never telling Sirius this.

Sirius laughs, startled. “I know. James says it’s because I don’t close my eyes.”

“Horrifying,” Remus mutters. Dittany always makes him sleepy. 

“Do let me down gently, love,” Sirius says, grinning. “You’re a gorgeous sleeper.”

“Ugh.”

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, my love,” Sirius says, running his fingers through Remus’ hair softly. Remus falls asleep feeling warm and so incredibly loved he can hardly believe it. Full moons are the single most horrible thing in Remus’ life, and Sirius has the ability to make even those suck less. Remus is the luckiest person in the entirety of the universe.  

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Prompt 9 - Star Crossed Lovers

@wolfstarmicrofic May 9, word count 311

They’d been written in the stars. Sirius was named after one for Merlin’s sake! It was just a shame that those stars had happened to be crossed. 

Remus had loved Sirius at Hogwarts and after. They’d been so happy in those adolescent years. Blind to what the future would bring. 

He’d loved him for those twelve years he was in Azkaban, even though it killed him a little more each day that he couldn’t stop his feelings for him any more than he could bring Lily, James and Peter back. 

He’d loved him with all his heart those few months they’d found each other again after Sirius’s escape and Voldemort’s return. He’d really thought they’d stood a chance. But those damned fates had other plans. 

He drank to forget now. If he didn’t, all he saw was Sirius falling backwards through that archway in the old execution room below the ministry, his final smile still spread across his face. It made the hole in his chest wider every time he saw it. So he drank and welcomed oblivion. 

He sat on the roof of Grimmauld Place. A spot he and Sirius had spent many evenings over the last year, watching the few stars that London’s light pollution allowed to shine. He raised his eyes to look at them now. 

He found Sirius with very little trouble. Always the brightest star in the sky.  

“Hello, Padfoot.” He smiled a pained smile up at the star. “I miss you,” He choked out as the tears spilled from his eyes and dripped to the ground below. He picked up the bottle of firewhisky from his side and drank and drank and drank, until nothing remained. 

How he didn’t fall from that roof he’d never know. But he stayed there all night until the rising sun winked out Sirius’s star, and he was alone again. 

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Prompt: Not a date

@wolfstarmicrofic - 115 words

“It's not a date,” Sirius assures, and each time he does that it's less believable.

“Who is it anyway, who are you taking to Hogsmeade this time?” Remus is exasperated. More so because he tries to convince himself that he's angry on behalf of the girls Sirius leads on.

“Mary.” Sirius shrugs. “Avery has been picking on her, so she needs the company.”

It sounds like a valid reason, and still... “Then do tell, when will it be a date.”

Sirius' eyes flick up and lock with his, so grave and earnest. “When it's you.”

He's gone before Remus is sure it ever happened, and yet, he cannot stop smiling all day.

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only one bed - @wolfstarmicrofic - 823 words

Grimmauld Place was already full for the holidays when Bill and Charlie turned up. It was a pleasant surprise - the more the merrier, to Remus. After the quiet, cold months it was wonderful to have the house so full of warmth.

He was already delighting in their long days and raucous nights of card games and mince pies and wizard chess and mulled wine and endless stories from the better days of all the adults’ colourful lives. Charlie and Bill could only add to that; Bill was an intriguing chap, and Remus wouldn’t mind hearing thoughts on some rather gnarly curses.

Charlie was… well, not entirely what Remus was expecting. He’d only heard of him in person, and he certainly sounded rather energetic and adventurous. He was assuming Sirius would get on well with Charlie, which was a cheery prospect - until Charlie walked through the front door, a vision of golden-red waves, endless tattoos, bulging muscles, and the cheekiest grin Remus had ever seen.

Sirius’s jaw actually dropped, and Remus’s stomach along with it.

He tried his best to force his flaming jealousy aside, gamely joining Arthur for a round of wizarding chess after dinner, and tried to ignore the booming laughs coming from Charlie and Sirius in the corner sofa. When he made the mistake of glancing round, Charlie actually had his arm slung behind Sirius, and Remus nearly ruined the game by accidentally upending the board.

“Careful there, Remus!” Arthur laughed, saving them with a quick stasis charm.

“Sorry, sorry.”

It wasn’t until they began heading off to bed that the logistical issues made themselves apparent. With all rooms but a spare on the second floor full, one of the additional Weasley brothers had no where to sleep.

“I’ll take the sofa,” Charlie said easily.

“No, absolutely not!” Molly insisted indignantly. “You’ve been travelling for days. Fred or George can give up their beds.”

“What?!”

“No, no,” Sirius interrupted quickly. “Charlie can take my bed. It’s my house.”

Something in Remus’s stomach was twisting uncomfortably, but everyone began making their way off to bed. He was reluctantly heading off too, when he saw Charlie rest an arm on Sirius’s elbow and the two paused in the middle of the room.

It was almost empty, now, but Charlie spoke in a low voice nonetheless.

“Not gonna kick you out of your own bed, mate,” he said.

There was a slight lilt to it, which anyone else might have missed - not Remus, though, and definitely not Sirius, who was smiling curiously.

“Hey, look - I’m pretty used to kipping two to a bed,” Charlie said casually. “There’s not always much room when we’re out on a camp.”

Sirius’s smile had widened now - but then he flicked his eyes over Charlie’s shoulder to Remus, and they were holding an unmistakable challenge.

“Sirius can stay with me, don’t worry,” Remus said, walking forward. “My bed’s by far larger, thanks to Sirius’s generosity, I might add.”

He shot a smile at Sirius, smug and secretive and just as challenging in return.

“S’not a problem, Moony,” Sirius replied, suddenly a lot more softly.

When Remus looked back at Charlie, he was watching them with a rather amused smirk.

“Sure, thanks Remus. Appreciate it,” he said, with an easy shrug. “I’ll leave you to it. Where am I heading?” he added to Sirius.

“Oh!” Sirius replied, looking distracted. “Sorry - top floor. Door’s got my name on it.”

“Right.”

“We’ll follow you up, I’m opposite anyway,” Remus said.

He couldn’t quite keep the smug expression off his face when he closed the bedroom door behind them.

“He’s great, isn’t he?” Sirius said, collapsing back on the bed. He caught Remus’s gaze with a grin.

“Lovely. Very interesting.”

“Pretty good looking.”

“Yes, yes I suppose he is.”

Remus cleared his throat, sticking his hands in his pockets. Sirius held his gaze for a moment longer, then abruptly shucked off his shirt and trousers and chucked them over a chair.

“You just gonna stand there?”

Remus rolled his eyes, biting back a smile, then pulled off his own clothes too and rested them neatly next to Sirius’s. Then he was sliding under the covers, both familiar and incredibly strange, with Sirius now lying under them too, watching him curiously.

“What was that about?” Sirius asked softly.

“What?” Remus said. He paused, then turned onto his side too.

“Moony…” Sirius sighed, laughing slightly. “Of all the moments - you could have just asked. You didn’t have to wait until there was someone else asking.”

Remus’s heart was hammering in his chest.

“Sirius, I…”

Sirius was quiet.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Me neither,” Sirius replied, with another small nervous laugh. “Not a clue.”

Remus laughed too, then his eyes darted down to Sirius’s lips. He heard Sirius’s breath hitch, and then the air changed irrevocably - and, god, were they really doing this?”

“Do you want to come a little closer?” Remus whispered.

“Yeah,” Sirius breathed. “Yeah, I really do.”

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Not a date

@wolfstarmicrofic , May promp 8, WC: 652 words

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Sirius had asked Remus to go to Hogsmeade with him. James had detention, and Peter had a date with someone, so Remus was the only one of the Marauders left.

When they prepared to leave the tower, Sirius was putting on a really nice outfit. He wore his favorite band shirt, his leather jacket, black ripped jeans, and his Doc Martens boots.

Remus thought it was a bit weird, but maybe Sirius had a crush on someone who could see them walking through Hogsmeade.

Remus tied his laces and stood up, when he saw Sirius was putting some eyeliner on. The black-haired boy frequently wore makeup, but only for special occasions, so Remus was left wondering what the occasion was today.

"So, how do I look?" Sirius asked, twirling around to show Remus his outfit.

"Nice. What's the occasion for the eyeliner though?" Remus asked, trying to make it sound like he wasn't about to faint from how gorgeous Sirius looked.

Sirius eyed him weirdly, "We're going to Hogsmeade?"

That was still no answer to Remus' question, but the boy decided that maybe Sirius didn't want to tell him why he wore makeup.

When they were walking down the path to Hogsmeade, Sirius grabbed Remus' hand. Remus wanted to ask him why, but Sirius kept looking to the other side.

The touch made butterflies whirl around in Remus' stomach, but he chose to ignore them.

When they arrived in the village, Sirius tugged Remus in the direction of the bookshop. Without a word, he walked past Zonko's.

Remus was getting worried now. Was Sirius sick? He always went to Zonko's first, and he always said the bookshop was 'boring'.

Once inside, Remus chose a book he wanted to buy, but when they arrived at the cash register, Sirius grabbed the book and quickly threw some galleons on the counter.

"Sirius, you don't nee-" Remus started to say.

"I want to." Sirius interrupted him, and his cheeks colored red when he said it.

When they were outside, Remus grabbed Sirius' hand and turned him around, so they were facing each other.

"Sirius, are you okay? You're acting really weird right now." Remus asks with a concerned look in his eyes.

"Am not." Sirius says back, not meeting Remus' gaze.

"Yes you are. We haven't visited Zonko's, you bought me a book, you're wearing your nice clothes we held hands? Not that I minded that last thing, but you know you can be honnest with me, right?" Remus counters, trying to get Sirius to look in his eyes and failing.

Sirius looks up, and blushed again, "Well isn't that what people are supposed to do when they're on a date?"

Remus looks at him for a few seconds, "Date? Who are you going on a date with?"

Sirius blinks a few times, "You?"

Remus doesn't react. How is he on a date with Sirius?

"Last week, I asked you to come with me? Oh no, did you say 'yes' out of pity? Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry Moons! I didn't -" Sirius starts ranting.

No no, I would like to go on a date with you! I just didn't know this was one." Remus interrupts him.

They're silent for a second, before both bursting out in giggles.

"Are you serious?" Sirius asks Remus. He was getting all worried that his crush didn't want him, but they had just misunderstood each other.

"Yes, and you are too." Remus laughs.

"I can't believe this." Sirius says, before leaning in to kiss Remus. Now he knows for sure the other boy wants this too, he isn't keeping back.

Remus meets his lips in a soft kiss, and when they break apart again, they're both blushing messes.

"So, would you like to go on a real date with me next week?" Remus asks softly.

Sirius smiles wide, "Of course, my Moons." And then he kisses Remus again, just because.

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Only One Bed

Remus wakes up sticky, hungover and disoriented. He vaguely remembers James taking their wands last night so they  couldn’t apparate and splinch themselves while drunk but the rest is a blur. It was the first night in a long time where there were no missions. It was as if the war wanted to give them a break to let off some steam. 

He tries to move but realizes he can’t. He can’t because there’s someone in the bed with him, here in James and Lily’s spare bedroom. When he is able to turn, he sees the tangle of black hair and it hits him. 

Oh. Did they -

Remus pulls his wits about him and realizes he’s still wearing his t-shirt and underwear so nothing…untoward must have happened.

He lets himself relax a little, enjoying Sirius’s weight against him. Sirius’s pale face is smooth in sleep and his lips parted. 

It’s been a while since they’d shared a bed. Since Hogwarts. But damned if Remus’s body didn’t have the same reaction now as it did then. Sirius always liked snuggling as he slept and it seems that hasn’t changed, Remus observes as Sirius moves and spoons him from behind.

Except now Remus can also feel Sirius’s body’s reaction to him. Remus’s breath caught. 

He’s not sure how long they lay like that, but eventually he hears a groan as Sirius returns to consciousness. He doesn’t let go of Remus right away and Remus rolls over to face him, taking in the endearingly confused look on his face and his case of bedhead. 

“Moony…” he said, his voice gravelly and rough with sleep.

“Morning,” Remus said.

Word Count: 273

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10th May - Only one bed/room - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 711

Remus was out of breath as he burst into the room. Sirius followed closely behind, having barely broken a sweat but eyes darting wildly, trying to figure out if they'd been followed before closing the door and locking it with a muttered incantation.

Remus cursed his body, weakened as it was so close to the full moon. It had betrayed him, failing him when he needed it the most. It had put them both at risk in their task to wait and watch and see if the information they'd received about the Dolohov and MacNair proved to be correct.

But they had been spotted, it had been all his fault, and Remus felt shame again as he remembered the way he'd slumped against Sirius, relying on his power and his pure physicality to Apparate them out of danger and to bring them here.

It was a Muggle hotel, perhaps somewhere unfashionable in a large urban area? Perhaps London somewhere? The man behind reception had waved them through with barely a glance as Sirius had slid the notes across the counter. The man had flicked the ash from his lit cigarette into a coffee cup with nicotine stained fingers before passing the set of keys. Remus wondered how it was that Sirius knew this place...wondered when and why he'd been here before...

Perhaps once he would have asked. Or perhaps not, Remus conceeded, his curiosity always stifled by a shy awkwardness and something too much like jealously for comfort that held him back from prying.

Remus still struggled to catch his breath, leaning back, taking in the wallpaper peeling from the walls and the bed with scratchy blankets, the silence broken only by his unsteady breathing.

"I'm sorry," Remus offered, weakly, desperate for something to say.

Sirius turned from where he had been peering through the peep hole in the door, dark hair falling in front of his eyes.

"It's fine," he said, simple and short.

A moment of silence from the hallway beyond told them both that they hadn't been followed.

"Lie down," Sirius said coolly, his eyes taking in Remus levelly who was trying and failing to conceal his pain.

"I...I just need a moment."

Sirius eyebrows drew together. He was unconvinced.

"Don't try to hide it. You need to recover. This close to the full moon is always difficult..."

Sirius trailed off, and Remus felt a tightening in his stomach. Remus caught the discomfort flicker in Sirius' face, a ghost of familiarity he quickly chased away with sarcasm when he said, "You'll be no good to the Order if you keel over."

Reluctantly, Remus made his way over to the bed, kicking off his shoes before laying down. The mattress sagged badly beneath him, but he couldn't deny the relief it afforded his weary body.

A strange tension settled between them. Sirius sat down on a chair that he put by the door, throwing his jacket over the back of it, settling in to keep watch. Although uneasy, Remus felt comforted by the presence of Sirius in a way that pained him to realise. And soon enough, he had closed his eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

It was some hours later when he woke, confused as to where he was. Darkness had stolen into the unfamiliar room, and Remus' eyes struggled to adjust to take in his surroundings, strange shadows cast by furniture he couldn't place.

Remus shifted and felt the weight of a body close beside him. It made him start, his heart lept into his throat, before a familiar voice said lowly, softly, "Dont worry. It's me. I just needed to...lie down."

Suddenly, Remus' senses seemed to return. The sight of the dark silhouette of Sirius in the bed beside him. The sound of his breathing. The scent of woodsmoke and spice. The warm pressure of his body, so close and yet kept so carefully apart. It was heaven to feel him beside him, and hell to be reminded of how distant they remained.

Remus could do nothing. Mere inches existed between them. He could not reply. He waited a moment, held his breath, willing for Sirius to say something further...

And in the silence that followed, Remus turned away.

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Fake date (May 11th)

word count: 488

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“We should go out together,” Regulus says, scrubbing at a stubborn piece of chewed-up gum underneath the desk above him. “I think that would–” he hears a crash. 

Regulus gets up from under the desk. “Remus? Are you okay?”

Remus is standing in a puddle of dirty mop water, with a bucket tipped over near his feet. “Um.”

“What did you do that for?”

Remus looks like he’s going to be sick. “Regulus. I– um, well. I don’t think that– or, actually, maybe if–”

Regulus really doesn’t want to grin but he can’t help himself. “Oh, get over yourself, moonboy. I don’t like you like that.”

“Oh, thank god.”

“Pardon?”

“I don’t know how to say no to you, really. I would’ve said yes so you didn’t get hurt.”

“You have a lot of things to work through, Re,” Regulus says, laughing. “But that’s neither here nor there. Now–”

Remus shakes his head. “What the fuck, Reg. You made me spill my bucket.”

“Is that what you’re cleaning the floor with? It’s disgusting. Worse than when we started. Absolutely dismal.”

Remus laughs. “I really haven’t missed detention at all.”

Neither has Regulus. Chewed-up gum is revolting. Anyway. “Anyway, Remus. Where do you want to go?”

“Why would we go on a date?” Remus asks, picking up the bucket. “I mean, if–”

“You want to date Sirius, yes?”

Remus flushes red all the way up to the tip of his ears. He told Regulus that he likes Sirius a couple of weeks ago but Regulus has known that forever. Remus and Sirius liking each other is about as discreet as Polaris in the night sky. “What, so you’re like a trial run?”

“As if!”

Remus grins. “I’m joking. But I still don’t understand–”

“Just trust me, yeah?” Regulus says. Regulus knows Sirius like he knows nobody else. And jealousy is as good a motivator as anything, really. “And thank me in your wedding vows or something.”

Remus flushes once again. “Regulus!”

If Reglus had known that mentioning Remus and Sirius together would scandalize Remus every single time, he would’ve started doing it a long time ago. 

“Where do you want your first date with Sirius to be?”

“I don’t want to go where I want my first date with Sirius to be with you,” Remus says. He blinks. “Uh. No offense.”

“Much fucking offense, Remus,” Regulus says. He smiles. “I get what you mean, though. I want to know so we can do something else.”

“That’s so sweet. God, I’m sorry for being horrible.”

“Ugh and ugh. I’m not sweet. Don’t apologize to me. Has smelling cleaning supplies fumes messed with your head?”

Remus grins. “I think it’s messed with your head. Thank you.”

Regulus shakes his head. “Don’t. Unless you want to thank me by cleaning underneath these desks, then maybe–”

“Not a chance, baby. I’m not that grateful.”

Regulus laughs. “Fair enough. Are you free this Saturday?”

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@wolfstarmicrofic May 9 - prompt 9: Star-crossed Lovers [word count 963]

[also my small tribute to the thousands of lives we the fandom have created for these two to live through]

TW: multiple deaths ahead

There had always been two moments, two split seconds in all of their lives, where they knew: the first time they laid eyes on each other, teeth of recognition gnawing at their memory with still no chance of remembering; then those last fleeting instants before death, when fate chose to hit them with the fact that the love of their lives was about to be snatched away from them. Again.

The flapping of wings got closer, and Sirius stretched out his hand, every fiber of his being trying to reach the man looking at him from the cloud below, blinking away the sweat from his forehead.

“Please, my lord Helios, please…” Sirius begged, stretching further down. “I swear he’s not trying to slight you, only to reach me. I’ll do anything, please, let him come to me.”

But the gods never listened, not even to lesser gods, and as Helios burned even brighter over him, Sirius could only scream as the wax on Remus’s wings melted and he fell.

Ancient Greece

Remus passed his sword to his other hand and cradled Sirius’s cheek, ignoring the ominous footsteps coming towards them from further down the pass.

“Let’s win this, my love,” he smiled. “Then let’s go home together.”

Sirius nodded and kissed him, their helmets clanging softly, like multiple others around them. The footsteps got closer.

Thermopylae, Greece, 480BC

Sirius moaned as Remus pushed him against the wall of the nearest house, his mouth immediately latching onto his lips, his hands grabbing his waist over the fabric of his tunic.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispered between searing kisses. “I’ve loved you for lifetimes now.”

“I love you too,” Sirius answered, his fingers curling into Remus’s hair. “You’re mine and I’m yours, for this life and others.”

The sky went dark in that moment.

Pompeii, Roman Empire, 79AD

Sirius was laughing. He was laughing hysterically, which was a strange sound coming from the cart transporting them to the square where a pile of wood and kindling was waiting for them. Remus would have worried if he hadn’t been just about to be burnt at the stake.

“What’s so funny?” he sighed.

“The fact that for once in their lives these people got it right,” Sirius went on laughing. “They’re burning witches, and here we are with our magic.”

“Which is useless now,” Remus grumbled, straining against the rope binding his wrists, as if his wand could somehow be within reach instead of already ashes in some magistrate’s fireplace.

“And they’re hanging men who sleep with other men,” Sirius went on. “And again, here we are.”

Despite all, Remus chuckled. Sirius grinned and moved closer to him.

“What do you say, my love?” he whispered. “Let’s give them what they want.”

And not even the shouts of the crowd pressing around the cart stopped Remus from kissing Sirius one last time.

Milan, Italy, 1384

The mercy of it was that they still had some instants to say goodbye. Sirius cradled Remus’s cheek in his hand.

“At least,” he murmured with a smile. “We’re already in a tomb.”

Remus smiled through the tears, shuffling even closer to Sirius on the marble slab.

“At least I get to keep you in my arms as we go,” he whispered. “I always wished to be with you until the end. I just hoped the end would come years from now.”

“I’d rather have only days with you than nothing at all,” Sirius said.

The cold was seeping into his bones. Time was running out.

“Do you think that English poet who’s been in town lately will write about us?” Remus murmured.

“If he does he’ll have to change some details,” Sirius got even closer, the cold now all over him, his mouth desperately searching for Remus’s lips one last time. “Thus, with a kiss, I die.”

Verona, Italy, 1590

They had lost, that much was clear. Remus stumbled back into the building with the others, desperately climbing over barricades of furniture. They had lost, and the National Guard was advancing on them. No one was coming to help them. Shots rang out, some people fell and Remus crashed into the back wall. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the leader run up the stairs, his flag still in his fist, a testament to a last stand already. There was a crack, and the last chairs blocking the door moved, leaving room for the guards to move inside, shotguns at the ready, eyes locking with Remus’s, who sighed and leaned back on the wall. He felt a hand slip in his and turned his head, a smile he would have recognised everywhere in front of him.

“Sirius…” he whispered. “What are you doing here?”

“Dying with you, my love,” Sirius answered.

They almost didn’t feel the bullets, lost in each other’s eyes.

Paris, France, June 6th 1832

“Should I call you ‘my lord’ then?” Remus asked, his hands slipping under the silk waistband hugging Sirius’s evening suit.

“Never,” Sirius whispered, his arms around Remus’s neck. “I want to be just Sirius tonight. I don’t want to be my family name, or my title or my fortune or anything other than yours.”

“Your wish is my command,” Remus said, leaning in to start kissing Sirius’s neck.

Outside the porthole of the small cabin, the Atlantic Ocean was gleaming under the moonlight.

RMS Titanic, April 14th 1912

This time, the first moment was stronger, almost breaking to the front of their consciousness. They were young, so much younger than every other time. They had all their lives ahead.

“Hi, I’m Remus Lupin.”

“Sirius Black.”

Yes, what could go wrong in two children’s lives after all?

“My name’s Peter Pettigrew.”

Hogwarts Express, September 1st 1971

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"a time with snow." by thesmileykate

Chapter Two: "a sour victory"

"The look of pure shock flooding both of the children's faces was gratifying. It almost made all of the hours debating with advisors about the rule change worth it. Of course, there could never be more than two victors. The District Twelve tributes were just too blinded by their hope for survival that they didn't really think that part through... On the screen, the two 'lovers' were forced to come to terms with the situation and reveal what they were willing to do to ensure their survival. Or rather, what they were willing to turn into."

OR

What was Snow thinking when Katniss and Peeta took out the berries?

Read on AO3

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Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.

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Prompt 14 - Polyjuice Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic March 14, word count 253

“There has to be a way to get up to the girl’s dorms!” Sirius fumed. Mary had stolen his favourite leather jacket and refused to give it back. “If we could trick the stairs into thinking we were girls, I bet we could get it back.” 

“Woah-whoah-whoah, who said anything about we? I want nothing to do with this.” Remus shook his head and turned away from the other marauders. 

“Oh, come on, Remus, you’re the smartest one here. We need you to help us.” Sirius whined. 

“I do not want to break into the girl’s bedrooms, Sirius. It’s not going to happen.”

Sirius, James and Peter sat for the next hour, coming up with ideas. 

“I know,” James grinned at his friends. “Polyjuice Potion.” 

“YES, PRONGS!!!” Sirius cheered excitedly. “I bet that will work.” 

While Sirius was busy bouncing around, taking James and Peters's attention, Remus beckoned Marlene over, who had just walked into the Common room. He whispered to her. 

“Hey, Marlene. Mary took Sirius’s leather jacket hostage. Could you bring it down before it turns into something?” Marlene’s eyes took in the Marauders on the rug and disappeared up the spiral staircase that led to the girl’s dormitories. 

She came back down and gave the Jacket to Remus.

“Thanks, Marlene.” 

He threw it at Sirius. “Polyjuice takes a month to brew. This was easier.” Sirius looked down at the jacket in his hands and looked up at Remus, beaming. 

“Moony, have I ever told you how much I love you?” 

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It's wild to me that sitting up is "resting" for a lot of people. Like, sitting up costs energy to me and I cannot fathom how me sitting for most of the day is what others consider rest

Rest to me is laying down, barely moving, and not really using my brain, more-so just consuming mindless content to keep me from getting too bored

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sirius sending remus an "i love you" text and getting an "i love you too?" back only to realise he'd accidentally texted regulus instead of remus bc their names are too close in his contact list and now he feels bad bc he hadn't meant to text regulus and regulus not only replied but said it back and goddamn it now he's crying

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* au where remus and sirius raise harry *

Harry: PADS

Sirius: what is it harry?

Harry: can you close the closet door? i dont want the monster getting out

Sirius: what makes you think monsters cant open doors?

* Sirius, Remus and harry laying in between them sound asleep *

Remus: this is exactly why i dont let you say goodnight to him