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iamawolfstarsimp · 10 months

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Sup bitches im back

This fic idea kinda just kinda hit me and I've been wanting to write for a few days now so I wanted to write this quickly before the motivation goes on vacation

but I'm writing this at 1 in the morning so if it sucks then thats probably why lmao

So yeah enjoy

Remus stretched his back, listening to the cracks it made but the stubborn pain that had been forming over a few weeks was still persistently there.

In hindsight Remus knew this would happen eventually with all the leaning over books he did. He was prepared for all of the I told you so's he would get from the others.

That evening he once again stretched his ever aching back, the action was quickly becoming a habit. He groaned slightly when it twinged with pain.

"Does your back hurt?" Sirius asked from his bed.

"Oh, I didn't know you were in here." Remus replied with an embarrassed smile. "Yeah, it does."

"Want me to help you?" Sirius offered, setting down a book which Remus recognized as one he had recommended to Sirius.

"Help me how?" He asked. He'd thought about going to madame pomfrey but had decided against it.

"Well, when me or James' backs are sore from quittitch we like to rub or massage them for each other to help ease the pain." Sirius explained as he walked over to where Remus was sat. "Would you like to try it? It doesn't hurt, it actually feels quite nice."

"Okay." Remus said with some hesitation. It wasn't that he didn't trust Sirius but touching had always been a bit of a discomfort for him.

He reluctantly followed Sirius to his bed and layed down on his front as instructed. Sirius then gently clambered onto him and sat down on his upper thighs.

"I'm gonna start with your lower back okay?" Remus enjoyed how polite Sirius was being about the whole situation and nodded to indicate that it was okay.

He felt Sirius latch onto his lower back and start rubbing slow, soothing circles with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers lighty squeezing his sides.

He then moved up to just below Remus' shoulder blades, using four fingers to massage deep into the skin and muscle.

Remus felt slight shock when not only did this relieve his muscles of any pain but it's also tickled.

He felt his cheeks flush and buried his face unto the mattress, inhailing the smell of Sirius (which wasn't helping).

"So how long has your back been hurting?" Sirius asked as his hands moved down to Remus' back ribs. Remus clamped his mouth shut to not let any giggles out that were starting to form.

"Remus?" Sirius asked in confusion, stopping his hands to lean up and check on Remus. "Did you fall asleep, mate?"

"Yep!" Remus answered quickly. "I'm fihine!"

"Okay.." Sirius leaned back to his original spot and continued. Remus groaned quietly when Sirius began on the ribs again, the same tickly rubbing method.

"You know," Sirius smirked, starting to catch on. "you don't have to smush your face into the mattress."

"Sh-shut uhup." Remus mumbled.

Sirius stopped his rubbing and instead starting experimentally poking all over Remus' back, focusing on wherever would get the best reaction out of him.

"Remus, is your back ticklish?" Sirius grinned.

"N-noho!"

"Really? Cause you're giggling quite alot for someone who's back isn't ticklish."

Remus groaned again, his groan interrupted by giggles. Sirius continued probing his back for any ticklishness. He found a soft spot just below Remus' shoulder blades and the same soft spot on the top of his spine almost on the neck.

"Dohon't!" Remus squeaked when Sirius lightly traced on the two spots.

"Don't what?" Sirius teased, stopping his hands for a moment to let Remus talk.

"I meant that my back isn't hurting anymore, so you can get off now." Remus answered after clearing his throat.

"Mmm.." Sirius imitated thinking deeply about what he was going to do next. "You know what Remus?"

Sirius leaned into him so that he was now fully laying on Remus' back, effectively pinning him. He leaned in close so that he could talk in Remus' ear.

"I think you're lying." Sirius murmured in his ear, causing Remus to try and scrunch up his neck. Sirius quickly dug his hands into Remus' ribs, vibrating his fingers in the crevasses between each rib causing Remus to go into sweet hysterics.

Using the last of his strength Remus rolled himself over, throwing Sirius off of him and onto the floor.

Sirius laughed and picked himself up but didn't tickle him again. Remus panted as he caught his breath, cheeks red as tomatoes.

"Good to see some color on your face Moony," James said as he came in from (personal) quittitch practice.

Remus flipped him off as he walked into the bathroom, earning a chuckle from James.

"So," Sirius smirked. "How's your back?"

"Shut up." Remus eye rolled.

Hope you liked

#remus lupin #sirius black #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #james potter #tickle fluff #marauders #marauders era #kinda wolfstar?#hinting at wolfstar #wolfstar but not yet #pre-wolfstar #close friends #but a little too close #if ykwim #sfw tickling #my writing

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heartofspells · 2 years

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@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: eternity

"Do you ever think about it?" asks Sirius, head tilted backwards, resting against the stone wall behind him, grey eyes fixed on the cloud-covered sky, attempting to find the stars beyond.

"Think about what?" Remus picks at the lip of the bottle resting between his thighs as Peter lets loose a loud, rattling snore, causing Remus to arch an eyebrow.

"You know, it. Life. Forever," mumbles Sirius. He reaches over and snags the bottle from Remus, pressing it to his lips and taking a long pull. He's a little breathless and half-dreamy when he says, "Eternity."

Remus considers him for a long stretch of silence, Sirius still staring upwards, eyes reflecting that hazy, mystifying night sky above their heads, hanging heavy with promises of secrets to be discovered. Remus can see it shining from Sirius' face, perfectly alive in every way, brimming with vitality ready to overflow.

"They're a bit different, aren't they? Life and eternity. One ends while the other…doesn't. It's in the nature of the word." Sirius huffs, sounding not entirely pleased and Remus frowns to himself. "Suppose I do, sometimes. Do you?"

"Dunno," he mumbles in contemplative response, knee knocking against Remus' own. "Maybe I do."

James releases a small whimper in his sleep from where he's sprawled halfway over Peter's lap, mumbling, "Tha's my Qua'fle. Ge' yer own, ya s'upid nargle." Sirius nudges him with his foot, quieting their friend, relaxing him with one easy connection, a practiced thing that's never required practice at all.

"Hard not to, isn't it?" murmurs Sirius, continuing his earlier words. "Seems inevitable."

Remus watches Sirius' long fingers dance over the sides of the bottle shared between them. "What do you think about?" he asks curiously, and then Sirius is looking at him, forgetting about the clouds and the hidden stars, his gaze only for Remus now.

"Everything," he says simply.

Remus falters. "Everything?" he repeats, rolling the word over his tongue. "What's everything?"

Sirius smiles, the secrets of the sky filling his eyes.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #sirius/remus #pre-wolfstar #wolfstarmicrofic #my writing #my microfics #holli writes

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therealrjlupin · 10 months

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The first of some additional content from I wanna feel the way I did back then by myself and @neondomino

Note passing!

#wolfstar #pre-wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #passing notes #additional content

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propheciesanddreams · 2 years

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I have zero clue what I’m doing but the sad thoughts in my head are really loud and they’ve said start a new fanfic soooo..... here’s how it’s starting out.

"Honey, I'm home!" Sirius jokingly yells throughout the house, mimicking a muggle show Remus had shown him a few years back. There's no answer, strange, but Sirius does hear some noises through to the kitchen so he follows his ears and there before him is his roommate, his best friend, his true ride or die attempting to make a cuppa with…a baby in his arms?

"Moony?" The other man jumps.

"Oh hi Padfoot." He greets Sirius as if it were just any other day. "Actually, could you grab the milk out of the fridge for me?"

"Riiight," Sirius draws out, confusion all over his face but he gets the milk anyway and places it on the counter.

"Thanks. Cuppa?" He asks nonchalantly.

"Err… yes." Sirius nods and then, "Erm, Moony?"

"Yes, Padfoot?"

"Moony?"

"Yes?"

"Moony?"

Remus finally acknowledges him. He sighs and sets down the kettle, turning so that he's facing Sirius now. Which means Sirius can see his face finally and the ways his forehead wrinkles and there's dried tears on his cheeks and he looks so very tired but not in that way he usually gets after a full moon or when he's been reading too late into the night, this is the kind of tired where he's been hurt and he doesn't know what else to do. Sirius has only seen him this tired once and that was almost twelve years ago after he had fucked up so badly he thought he would never have Remus back in his life again and then by some miracle, he had returned.

"This is Teddy." He inclines his head towards the bundle tucked against his body. "He's two months old, he doesn't like to be put down, so far he only seems to like milk and being held like this, his mum wants nothing to do with him, and he's mine." Remus lists it all off as if he were telling Sirius what he bought from the grocery store. "So how was your day?"

#new fic #don't tell me if this is shit #am i writing another single dad Remus story because i love him so much? yes #remus lupin #sirius black #pre-wolfstar #teddy lupin #(there will be no tonks in this fic either because ew to that age difference)

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myheadsgonenumb · 1 year

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Wolfstar: all in the subtext #2

September passed by and - by the end of the third week - Remus was feeling the usual aches and pains that always ushered in the full moon.

Once or twice he was sure he had stumbled across James and Sirius whispering, only for them to stop immediately when they saw him looking. And several times, towards the end of the week, he saw them watching him - with very concerned expressions on their faces.

When alone in the dorm, he stared at himself in the mirror and sighed. No wonder they were looking at him with worry in their eyes. He looked awful. He was pale and peaky, and the dark smudges beneath his eyes made him look like a panda.

He sighed again, and his mind wandered to the first night of term - and to them all sitting in the common room talking about … You know . His parents thought no one would ever want him because he was a werewolf. But looking at his reflection, he rather miserably thought that the real reason he would die alone would be because he looked so deeply unappealing. Who would ever want someone who looked as much of a state as he did?

There was a sudden noise on the stair, and Sirius came stumbling through the door, carrying his bag. ‘You alright?’

‘Fine. I’m fine.’

The Wolf's Tail, Ch 26: Flushing out Secrets

#ask a question get an answer #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius x remus #marauders era #hogwarts #canon compliant marauders' fic #subtext #pre-wolfstar

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sinnamonpork · 1 year

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I have this thing where I see the brattiest, most condescending character of a series and immediately wants to see them fucked within an inch of their life. Just fuck the attitude out of them, piece of cake. Bonus points if its enemies to lovers for the rough sex and "Oh fuck no, why you?" moment.

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brainrotarchive · 2 months

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@wolfstarmicrofic • day 20 lovesick • 315 words

“Prongs, I need you,” suddenly James was pulled into one of the secret passageways. His best friend looked horrified.

“I was poisoned,” Sirius whispered, eyes nervously twitching towards the entrance. Before James could continue to ask what happened or even had the time to raise an eyebrow, Sirius continued.

“That Hufflepuff girl Martha poisoned me with a friendship potion. It’s like a parasite in my brain, I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s like I want her to know me, fully know all of me and it makes me sick. And she’s very pretty all of the sudden and something is wrong!”

“Friendship potion? I never heard of anything like that. I could ask Lily but are you sure it’s not amortentia? Or maybe you just like her?”

“No, it’s not romantic or something. Totally a friendship thing. It’s like I want to spend all my time with her and protect her from all the hurt in the world and she just happens to be fit, you know?”

“So you don’t want to shag her?” he now took the opportunity and raised an eyebrow.

“No, yes! Maybe. If she asked nicely why not. As a friend”

“So you want to shag me and Wormy, too? We are all friends!” James couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No! No offense. We’re like brothers that would just be weird. I just mean a friend like,” he paused to think, “ a friend like Moony, you know. He’s obviously handsome and everybody would be lucky to sleep with him but he’s also my best friend and I would do everything for him. Everyday is just better when he is around and I miss him when we are not in the same room. A friend like that.”

James realized there was no need to ask Lily about a ‘friendship potion’ and that his best friend was even dumber than he had thought.

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #pre relationship #james & sirius #oblivious sirius

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spindrifters · 3 months

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I've been doing battle with my internet all day to get this up for Lynxmas. I would not be bested!! I refused and I persevered!! So a very happy birthday from me and the rowdy 11 year olds to our favorite barwench humble forest cat @lynxindisguise!!

There’s a peculiar shuffle to sharing one’s room, a frenzy of activity when it comes to four boys squashed into a rather small circular dorm that puts Remus—not only used to the solitude of his own little cottage bedroom, but raised without so much as a single other child his own age for at least ten miles in each direction—decidedly on edge.

It’s a continuation of the chaos from the welcoming feast, where the newly-sorted Gryffindor boys had quickly found their stride and accompanying role in the ecosystem. James and Sirius, no longer competing over who could eat more chicken thighs but still loudly trying to one-up each other’s boasts about feats of accidental magic. Peter, scrabbling to get a word in while his eyes gleamed with excitement each time one of them noticed. And Remus, the impulse to join in the fun warring with Dad’s gentle word of warning before he climbed on the train earlier in the day—can’t be too careful, lad.

He pushes that to the side, focusing instead on finding his plush grindylow Raccoon at the bottom of his trunk. It’s a poor replacement for Jeff, the very real grindylow who lives at the bottom of his garden pond and who he already misses something fierce—and he is not going to let the other boys see that he brought a stuffed animal with him to school, thank you very much—but still. It helps to know that Raccoon’s there. It helps to know he'll have at least one friend at school.

Because Peter’s nice, but he and James are already friends from growing up, and Sirius and James… Well, he supposes they mean well, but with their shining black shoes and posh accents and the way they barrel loud and bright through a conversation like nothing in the world could touch them, Remus can’t help but be intimidated. For Merlin’s sake, Sirius has silver monogrammed cufflinks on the sleeves of his school uniform. Even if Remus does manage the courage to ever string more than two words together in front of his new dormmates, he can’t imagine they’d ever want to be friends with someone like him.

There’s a flash then, followed by a bang, and Remus becomes briefly distracted by a whirling firework escaping from James’s trunk. There’s laughter at that, a slight salve to his fluttering, nervous gut when the other boy winks at him from behind square-frame glasses, but then James turns back to say something to Sirius instead and stops. He gapes.

“Why are you wearing a dress?”

“It’s not a dress,” Sirius sniffs, looking affronted at the very idea. “It’s a nightshirt.”

Well, whatever it is Sirius has changed into while the rest of them weren’t paying attention, it certainly looks like a dress. It’s white, and ankle-length, and buttoned all the way up to just beneath his chin. Also, it’s frilly. Very frilly. If anything, it looks like something out of Ma’s old and battered copy of A Christmas Carol, like he should really have a long nightcap and candleholder to go with it.

Remus can’t help it. He snorts.

Sirius snaps his gaze over, steel grey eyes boring holes into him, and Remus wants to melt into the floor beneath his feet. “Well, what do you wear to sleep, then, if it’s so funny?” he snaps.

“Not my gran’s nightie,” Remus replies, feeling he ought to be congratulated, actually, on such a witty remark. Only Sirius’s eyes flash at that, and immediately his jaw clamps jaw shut.

But then James is cackling, and Sirius seems to take in his new dormmates for the first time since they all began changing for bed. James, in a vest and Quidditch shorts. Peter, in a matching set of broomstick-patterned pyjamas. Remus, in a pair of joggers and the oversized green jumper that still smells like Dad. A red flush creeps up Sirius’s pale cheeks. “Oh.”

It occurs to Remus then, that this wasn’t at all what he wanted, either. He didn’t want to make Sirius feel bad about it. He hadn’t wanted to embarrass him.

So it’s a poor offering, maybe, but he finds himself digging out another jumper—orange, this time, but a nice soft one, and not too oversized or nubby—and says, “D’you want to borrow it?”

A moment passes, then two, and then Sirius is smiling wide. “Cheers, Lupin,” he says, a shine in his eyes of something Remus doesn’t quite know how to place.

In future days he’ll come to understand that that look is the surefire sign of Sirius about to do something that’s not the done thing—not by pureblood standards, anyway, whatever the hell those are. All he knows right now is that Sirius isn’t yelling at him—or worse, ignoring him—and then James is throwing an extra pair of Quidditch shorts at Sirius’s face and saying no one wants to see his skivvies, and then Peter is breaking out a massive bag of Bertie Bott’s to share, and maybe it turns out that Remus can have friends, actually, after all.

#remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #wolfstar if you squint #baby pre wolfstar anyway #my fic #lynx tag

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weirdtinkerbellversion · 3 months

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Feb 11. Prompt: Ardent. Word count: 332 @wolfstarmicrofic

Apparently, I only write microfics when I’m procrastinating these days. So here’s me avoiding writing a proposal and grading papers.

“I love you, most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.”

“Don’t do it Lizzy. He’s a dick!” Sirius yells at the TV as he digs into his bowl of ice cream. He is curled up on the couch, wrapped too tightly in his blanket. “Men aren’t worth it, Lizzy. You’re better off alone.”

“So I should leave you alone then?”

Sirius turns to see Remus standing in the doorway, looking at him with sympathetic eyes, and mumbles a low “no.” Remus sits sideways on the couch, facing Sirius.

“I take it your ‘talk’ with Andrew didn’t go too well?”

“No. The fucker said my expectations of him were too high and some other bullshit, and broke up with me” and he hated that his lip quivered at the end.

Remus took the bowl of ice cream and placed it on the coffee table then wrapped his arms around Sirius, who didn’t hesitate to burrow into his best friend’s chest.

“He was an asshole anyway, and he definitely didn’t deserve you.” and Remus could feel Sirius’ tears on his shirt.

“Am I really asking too much of them? They all leave, so it must be my fault.”

Remus pulls away just enough to guide Sirius’ face up so he’s looking at him.

“Listen to me. This is not your fault. Wanting someone you’re dating to pay attention to you, and care for you, and make an effort for you is literally the bare minimum, and if they’re not willing to do that, especially for someone as amazing as you, then that’s on them, love. You deserve way more than that. Do you hear me?”

Sirius nods slowly, enough to make Remus smile. “Besides. I’m still here, aren’t I?” And it was Sirius’ turn to smile back at him. He curls into Remus’ side and looks back at their TV screen, and the words just tumble out of him, almost a whisper. “Sometimes, I think you’re all I’ll ever need.”

#Pre-wolfstar wolfstar #Idiots in love #I had to use the prode and prejudice quote #Wolfstar microfic #Wolfstar #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #Sirius x Remus

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incandescentwarmth · 11 days

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Anon request: can you write something about remus painting sirius's nails

a/n: I love this idea sm anon, I just know Remus continues to do it a new color every week!

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Sirius was sitting on the edge of his bed biting his nails and shaking his leg. Something was definitely bothering him and had been for most of the day. James tried his best to make him talk but it was to no luck and eventually, he had to leave for Quidditch practice. Peter left shortly after, once Sirius’s pacing around the room began, getting frustrated with the ball of energy bouncing around the dorm.

Remus stayed in his bed reading a book, or trying to at least. He couldn’t stop himself from taking peeks at Sirius, worried about what was going on. Remus knew that if even James couldn’t get him to open up he wouldn’t be getting anything out of his friend. So he stayed there, hopelessly distracted, doing his best to make sure Sirius didn’t break anything.

Sirius stood up and went back to his pacing, continuing to chew on his nails and Remus had to admit he agreed a little bit with Peter on how annoying it was. “Sirius, come here.” He spoke, putting his book down and tucking his legs under him. Sirius just stared at him and Remus let him, let him choose for himself to listen. Eventually, he did and crawled onto the foot of Remus’s bed, sitting with his legs crossed.

Remus looked into his eyes hoping to see something hidden behind them and when he couldn’t, he said, “Wait here one minute.” Remus stood, leaving Sirius where he was, and ducked out of the room only to quickly return, finding that Sirius hadn’t moved at all.

“Give me your hands.” Sirius gave him a questioning look but did so anyway.

Remus opened his hand to reveal the bottle of nail varnish he must have borrowed from the girls. He opened the bottle and went across each finger, painting a light coat on each nail. Sirius didn’t say anything, simply watching Remus work.

It was after he finished the second coat on his first hand that Remus broke the silence. “You don’t have to talk to me about it but stop biting your nails.”

So Sirius didn’t talk. Later that night, he would crawl into James’s bed and close the curtains but until then, Sirius wouldn’t dare to chew on his nails.

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#wolfstar #pre wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #sirius black #remus lupin #microfic #fanfiction

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sliebman10 · 1 year

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Monster

Sirius was lying in bed for at least an hour, unable to sleep, when he heard a sniffling sound coming from Remus’s bed. Without really thinking it through, he got up and poked his head into Remus’s curtains. Remus was curled up and turned away from him, but unmistakably crying.

“Remus?” he whispered. Not waiting for an answer, he slid into Remus’s bed and pulled him close. Remus had done this for him so many times. The least he could do was return the favor.

He could feel Remus quivering against him. “What’s wrong?”

It took Remus a few tries to speak. “Now you all know.”

“Know?”

“That I’m a monster,” he said, a fresh round of tears breaking through.

“You’re not a monster,” Sirius said.

“How can you say that? Now that you know? Aren’t you scared of me?”

Sirius sighed. He wasn’t sure how good he was at this comforting thing, since the only person who’d ever done it for him was now the one in need of it. So he tried. “I’m not scared of you. None of us are.”

“Why not? Don’t you know what werewolves do?”

“Have you ever done any of those things? Look…it’s like saying Oh, that kid Sirius only knows dark magic because he’s a Black. You know that’s bollocks. The same as with you. Don’t let other people tell you what you are.”

“But you don’t turn into…a wolf.”

“No, I don’t,” Sirius allowed. “But the rest of the time, you’re just…you.” Sirius let that sink in as Remus’s breathing returned to normal. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Sirius said, laying his head down next to Remus’s.

word count: 281

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #pre-wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders era #monster #wolfstar microfic

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exhaustedcatte · 9 months

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Are we doing this here? (yes)

Remus ran his sweaty palms over his suit, which did nothing to dry them off given that the material was very silky.

“My god, Lily, you should’ve asked someone else to sub in,” Remus muttered balefully.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed, accent thick – it only ever came out when she was nervous. “You made bigger numbers than Susan when you filled in for her last time.”

“I wish I was knee deep in editing instead,” he said, just to keep the banter going.

Remus wasn’t mad about Lily asking him to fill in for her co-worker, mainly because the carpet they were on was for a Period Era film whose book had him crying for days. No, he was just very out of depth being in front of a camera and not a screen. Besides, this must be what people call Nepotism. Remus was simply an editor, who cuts clips out and makes a nice video out of it. Lily, who’d pulled strings to get Snarky little Remus Lupin out here, did so with the intention of getting him to do some networking.

“No, you don’t, not when Black will be here,” she replied knowingly.

She knew too much, honestly. Lily simply barked a laugh when he told her that.

He tried to settle his nerves by doing a headcount of the reporters on the carpet. He thought he might reach Nirvana once he’d counted upto the 90 mark, but his cameraman starts clicking the little button with such force, Remus is startled out of the ‘counting sheep to sleep’ method he was using.

“Oh my god,” Lily applied her lipstick hastily. “Remus! Remus that’s Dame Minerva McGonagall.”

He bit his lip, trying to contain his own excitement. “Who gets her?”

They were both under the same network, it would make no sense for both of them to interview her with similar questions.

“Do you… do you want it?” Lily asked.

Remus saw the generosity in her offering her role model to him. “Of course not, Lils. I was only pulling your leg.”

She punched his arm. “I was about to replace you with Frank.”

Remus’ cameraman, Frank Longbottom, popped his head from behind the huge camera, “Oh, piss off.”

Minerva strode into their section after getting her photographs taken. Remus stepped away in awe. He’d never been so close to anyone famous, well excluding his one boyfriend – who wrote three love songs about him and then dumped him after the songs blew up. They’d been together at the cusp of his fame. Remus squashed the thought of Caradoc Dearborn, the nation’s favourite Pop Artist, according to Daily Prophet.

“Miss Minerva,” Lily smiled brightly, “you look lovely. Might I know who you’re wearing?”

“Why, you look beautiful yourself,” the woman smiled. “This was a work of Pandora Lovegood.”

“It looks stunning,” Lily reiterated sincerely. She segued into her question smoothly with, “The pantsuit must’ve been easier to wear than traditional Victorian outfits, right?”

“Oh yes,” she nodded. “Many, many layers.”

“This film is also your comeback after two years, how does it feel?”

They’re lucky they secured the entry spot on the carpet, because the other interviewers are likely to ask the same questions as these actors progress down the line.

“It’s very special. I’ve known the director, James Potter, for a few years now and working with him has been lovely because he really eased me into it,” Minerva spoke fondly of James Potter and it was all but a miracle that Lily’s knees didn’t give out judging by the dizzy expression that overtook her smile when her celebrity crush was name dropped. (Remus knew Lily as well as she knew him, so it was never a disadvantage really.)

“The trailer also broke records, have you got any anecdotes to spare about scenes that have been revealed?”

Minerva pondered for a few. “I found it very difficult to chase Sirius around set when he thought dropping seeds on my hat was a good idea. I almost had a pigeon infestation on me.”

“Did you have to run in the gown?” Lily laughed good-naturedly.

Remus also had to hold back a snort at the vivid image of the Dame running behind Sirius Black and a flock of pigeons trailing her.

“Running after him was a personal choice, it wasn’t a shot for the movie,” the actress said primly, making everyone laugh again.

“I wish the movie great success, it was lovely meeting you,” Lily bade her goodbye.

Minerva smiled once again before heading over to the next reporter.

“How was I?” Lily asked.

“Good, but a touch too nervous maybe,” Remus offered honestly.

“Okay.” She spotted Slughorn making his way over to them and straightened, “It’s go time.”

The old veteran was suited up in boring grey slacks and a grey suit jacket with a plain white shirt under. Remus wished there were less boring men’s outfits on the carpet, at least then it’d make it interesting for him to edit these things, it would provide great gossip material.

Lily breezed through the next couple interviews, trying to shuffle her questions between them to make it less monotonous for both parties.

When Narcissa Malfoy finally sashayed away, Lily slugged half of Remus’ ginger lemon tea. “This thermos is god sent, the tea is so warm.”

“I know. It was Caradoc’s last christmas present. But it’s so good, I couldn’t justify throwing away just because he was a shit ex.”

“His money anyway,” Lily winked. Her voice sounded too hoarse.

“Want me to go?” Remus asked.

Her shoulders slumped, a bit relieved. “I would appreciate that.”

Remus steadied his mind, just a few questions and that’s all there was. You can do this, you got this, it’s just a few minutes and – Holy fucking god.

Marlene McKinnon stepped out of her car in a sequinned dress, thigh high slit and tall pumps.

Remus managed to snag her first out of the sea of interviewers.

“Good evening,” he smiled. “You look gorgeous, very old Hollywood.”

Her blonde hair was pinned up, lips painted blood red, mole under her eye, black sequinned dress glimmering in the flashes of the cameras.

“Thank you so much, but I have to thank Fortescue for this.”

Her ability to understand cues was very well appreciated by Remus.

“I must say, your role in the movie seems to be rather demanding psychologically,” Remus started off strong, “judging by the book and the trailer, of course.”

Marlene blinked away her surprise fast. Women were usually not asked about their character’s personalities very often.

“Harriet is a bit of a character,” she said eagerly. “She’s too strict on herself and clearly a bit emotionally constipated,” Marlene laughed.

“Was it difficult to recover from that kind of a role?”

“It was,” Marlene’s surprise bled into her voice. “Harriet’s strictness with herself often translated into her constantly picking herself apart so my confidence did see it’s ups and downs.”

“And she’s also Irish!“ Remus redirected towards something lighthearted. “How was working the accent for you?”

“I’m so used to London, it took a lot of work to get my pronunciation as close to a native as I could,” she admitted sheepishly.

Remus grinned, watch pulsating silently on his wrist. “Well, Harriet, I wont keep you long, for your duties call you elsewhere.”

“Wow,” Marlene laughed, “you’re better than Sirius, man!”

“I wouldn’t make it past auditions, Marlene,” he deadpanned.

She giggled. “Give yourself some credit. Sirius only remembered his dialogues when he had to whinge about me.”

Remus shifted back, on his hip, “Harriet, dear, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Marlene guffawed, “Oh, you’re good.” She waved as she was led away.

Remus didn’t get a refractory period when the next actor swarmed in.

After six successful interviews Remus started to loosen up. He managed to land a few jokes based on the knowledge of the actors and their characters.

“Are you the interviewer that Marls said I had to meet?”

Remus turned around.

Sirius Orion Black.

He was wearing proper Victorian attire. A ruffled white blouse, a midnight blue paisley vest with gold embroidery, charcoal slacks and tailcoat. His hair was tied back with a gold ribbon. God. He looked delectable.

Remus’ brain sent pure dumb into his head and he fish-mouthed. “You cut quite a figure in that suit.”

“It’s an Ollivander custom,” Sirius grinned, eyes shining. Oh, his smile. “I see you’re dressed to star alongside me too!”

Remus cracked a smile. No one had commented on his commitment to the part yet. He was also similarly in Victorian garbs, but he decided to take a simpler route by thrifting and sewing them himself.

“It’s a Remus Lupin special,” he said. After a pause, he motioned to himself, and added, “I’m Remus Lupin.”

“You’ve got quite the talent in suit making, Lupin. Want to make one for me next time?” Sirius leaned in close. Remus could smell the decadent notes of vanilla and coffee in his perfume.

“I’m not all that talented,” Remus said modestly. “I might be better at taking a suit off than putting it on you.”

What the hell am I doing? On Broadcast! Oh, he’s so fired. Lily pinched his arm from behind.

But Sirius Black grinned widely, very obviously looking him up and down, “You certainly have the permission.”

Remus smirked. “Alright now, let’s keep it media-friendly. Tell us, Sirius, you’ve taken on the role of Sir Fitzwilliam Grey, who is notoriously difficult. What was being such a frustrating man like?”

“Frustrating,” Sirius laughed. “He definitely was written well, but boy, he got on my nerves a bit.”

Remus also smiled, agreeing, “It’s true, the book almost made me pull my hair out.”

“You can pull my hair instead,” Sirius winked.

Remus swallowed, before smiling brightly. “Ah, but I don’t put out until the fourth date at least.”

Sirius snorted, “I was talking about braiding my hair.”

“Mm, either ways, I am good with my hands.”

Sirius hid his face in his palms, shoulders shaking with laughter. Remus felt proud of himself for making this man laugh. God, he looked really beautiful.

“So,” he cleared his throat at Frank’s pointed gaze. “James Potter is your best friend and this isn’t your first production together. But you mentioned this project was very close to you, why so?”

“I grew up in a family like Grey’s, so I could understand why he behaved the way he did – I was much like him until I met James. So now I’m not welcome home anymore,” Sirius snickered lightly. This news was known to the public for a while, but it was still a sore subject.

“You’re welcome to my home anytime,” Remus winked, trying to make it lighter on the viewers.

This time, Sirius actually blushed. “I’ll make a note of that.”

“Your first film was also a period era movie, was it nostalgic going back to your roots, in a sense?”

“A little. I was too nervous to experience everything the first time, so this felt like redemption,” Sirius said. Then he broke into a jive, “Redemption is leaving the man you dreamed of~”

Jesus. Caradoc Dearborn through the mouth of Sirius. But Sirius had a really nice voice, rich and robust.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I keep singing that song, must be because I’ve been hearing it a lot on the radio.”

“Yeah, me too,” Remus said stiffly. Lily snorted into her palm.

“Oh?”

“Er, my ex… he was a huge fan of, um, Caradoc Dearborn,” Remus felt his eye twitch.

“Oh.”

“He’s my ex,” Remus shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“Oh yeah, absolutely. If he left you, then he was probably a right Fitzwilliam Grey, eh,” Sirius giggled. “Or like, Earl Grey. A bit basic.”

“You’re right.” He leaned in a bit, heart jumping when Sirius mirrored his action. “I much prefer it Black.”

Sirius’ ears were slowly getting red, probably like his own. “Everyone likes black tea, Remus.”

“We all have good taste,” Remus nodded importantly, willing himself to stand his ground.

His watch beeped, breaking the moment. “Oh, we’ve run out of time. Have you got any last remarks?”

“I hope you watch the movie,” he said to the camera. “And let me know how it is,” he turned to Remus.

“Well, it has been a pleasure to talk to you Mr Black,” Remus smiled his professional smile.

“You too, Remus,” Sirius said softly. “I will see you sometime.”

That sounded like a promise if he’d ever heard one.

Sirius strode away, but Remus noticed him peeking back at where he was stood.

“What on Earth was that Remus?” Lily squealed. “How can we possibly use this footage?!”

“We can, I think. It’s guaranteed views, Lils,” Frank interjected.

Remus blushed. “Sorry, I don’t know what got over me.”

“Thinking with the wrong organ, most likely,” Lily muttered, but she sounded too fond and too impressed to be mad.

“Most likely,” Remus echoed, once again on the receiving end of The Sirius Black smile.

His phone rang six times before he even considered picking it up.

“Hey,” he croaked. “I met the deadlines and uploaded it yesterday evening.”

Lily, who had been pestering him to get the interview out before the movie’s first day, didn’t utter a word.

“Lils?”

“Have you seen the comments?”

Oh, god.

Remus sat up in his bed, blankets falling in a pool around his naked torso. “Should I?”

“Yes.”

He pulled up the video, and immediately was stunned by the 2.3 million views on it. “Holy shit?”

“Read the comments, lad.”

laralare: um id tap his ass too sirius, get in line

beyzoz: not in front of my saladfsusjro?!

flour: am i jealous of sirius or remus lupin?

patricknorth: 6.57 im gay now

gillian: look at the eYES sirius makes when remus mentions his ex!!

hollyhollyday: the blatant flirting?! jail. my single ass is sobbing at 2am

freyja: i like lupin. we need him on more carpets.

doorathea: sirius looks so hot, id hit too. so yeah, remus was just being gay, not unprofessional.

Remus laughed incredulously at the number of comments in support of this tomfoolery.

“Now, Remus, I want you to breathe and go on Twitter.”

“Lily!”

Twitter was flooded with trends. About Him. And Sirius. Together.

#remusirius

#sirius black flirting

#remus lupin

Remus found many tweets – mostly laughing at the pair and dissecting the interaction. But it had felt so natural even to Remus so he had left it in, thinking it was amusing. Clearly everyone agreed.

The topmost tweet however.

SiriusBlack:

Last night was one of my favourite nights ever. I hope tonight you all can enjoy the movie too. Dress victorian, thrift and sew your outfits, have some fun!(a borrowed idea) when in rome, do as the romans do, (or is when in remus more apt? lol) enjoy!!

Remus screamed into his phone, blushing at the innuendo.

“His publicist loves you or hates you.”

“Let’s hope she’s obsessed with me, because.”

“Uh oh, Remus. Remus, what are you doing?”

“Nothing!”

RJLupin: im going to the movie w my best friend this weekend.

SiriusBlack: oh he’s in my dms now

RJLupin: too presumptuous?

SiriusBlack: the right amount i think.

text me here– xxx

“Remus…?”

“Might’ve scored a date with Fitzwilliam.”

“Remus! Caradoc could never!”

Remus laughed.

(a/n: based on a prompt i saw on pinterest lol. can you tell i can’t flirt for my life. or that i have no idea how red carpets work? i wrote this at arse o’ clock, so please excuse the lack of research and feasible scenarios that went into this. i hope it put a smile on your face at least.)

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