Remus ran his forefinger along his thumb, peeling the skin back, watching as angry red surrounded his nail. James was looking anywhere but Remus. Neither of them moved from where they sat in bed, ankle bones still touching underneath bedsheets.
“…Or it wasn’t?” James asked.
“James, it’s—”
“It wasn’t a friendship kiss.”
“You’re leaving.”
“So are you. We both are.”
“It has to be a friendship kiss, James.”
“It wasn’t though.”
“No.” Remus admitted.
“Then it’s not,” he replied confidently, smile spreading onto his face as he pulled Remus into his lap again. It wasn’t smooth, it wasn’t perfect, it was clumsy and clambering, Remus’s knees hitting James’s and hands nearly poking James in the eye. But Remus settled, legs around James’s waist, arms resting on broad shoulders. “And neither is this,” James leaned forward and kissed him softly.
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Post 9 of your favourite characters and let people guess your type!
Thank you for the tag @daydreamsofren ! This is so interesting and fun to do. I always love these tag games and so I’m so intrigued to see what people will say.
1. Kylo Ren
2. Connor RK800
3. Stiles Stilinski
4. Five Hargreeves
5. Bruce Wayne
6. Peter Parker
7. Captain America
8. The Darkling
9. Dick Grayson
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tagging: @purplebtsmagic , @alladeline , @itsaconquestofimagination , @sacklerscumrag , @morby , @awaken-the-force , @guac-the-joaqu , @moonlightsolo , @miraclesabound
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Massaging their shoulders when you know they’ve had a long day
Wolfstar please and thank you 🥺🥺🥺
ask and you shall receive <3
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The years flew fast and the days went slow, or so the saying went, and Remus was terribly conscious of this fact as he aged. He had been 30 since the day he was sixteen, joints popping, back aching. 50 by the time he turned twenty-three, canes and crutches being worked into his rotating accessories the same way he did with his worn watch that belonged to his father or his wedding band. Moons were never kind to him, and recovery seemed to take longer the more time went by.
The days were long. They had always been long. And the only thing that seemed to make them move the tiniest bit slower were the moments he had with Sirius. A boy who moved through the world at break-neck speed had always taken his time with Remus in every sense of the word.
He didn't even have to ask. Sirius somehow always knew and at the end of certain days Sirius's broad hands would find his shoulders.
Remus let his neck droop forward in response to the touch, "Mmmm, that feels so good."
"You have a knot the size of a grapefruit in here...did you take up the shot-put and not tell me?"
"That would be a better explanation than...you know, just my existence. I think I did something last moon."
"Moony is a little rambunctious."
"Remus is not."
Sirius chuckled and placed a kiss to the back of Remus's neck softly, "I'll take care of you, babe, don't worry."
Not for the first time, Remus wondered how anyone in their life survived without someone like Sirius.
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Remus was in his office at Hogwarts when the floo came to life and Sirius stepped through, bag slung over his shoulder. His husband looked a little different these days, having decided to start on a path to being a councilor in the magical court. Sirius left his leather jacket at home during the week, opting to abide (though loosely) by a ministry dress code, expensive robes over his shoulders and pressed trousers underneath. Though he wore his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his heeled boots were hardly conservative. It made Remus smile. It made Remus hot and bothered. It made Remus incredibly proud, watching Sirius work towards something he wanted.
Sirius crossed the room easily, putting his bag on the end table by the door, and slipping off his shoes before kissing Remus hello.
"Have you eaten?" Remus asked, as Sirius pulled away with a sort of heaviness Remus couldn't place.
"Worked through lunch, not yet, it's fine, I'll get something. How were classes?" Sirius replied, but Remus knew better than to fall for all of that. The big song and dance Sirius did when he didn't want someone to be concerned with him. The blanket reply, the soft smile, the wave of his hand. Exhaustion was written in every line of Sirius's face as he shrugged off his outer robe and sunk into the chair across from Remus.
"Try again, baby."
"I just need...a second."
Remus watched for a moment as Sirius leaned forward onto his knees, and coaxed the band out of his hair, dark curls falling effortlessly to the side. Tension Headache.
"You're a shit liar..."
"I'm actually excellent, you just know me too well."
"Hm, imagine that," Remus said and stood up without another word, ignoring his own creaky hips just for a second to climb into the chair behind Sirius, placing his hands on his shoulders. Sirius melted at the touch, Remus concerned for a brief moment Sirius might actually collapse forward, but he stayed there. "I'll take care of dinner, don't worry."
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