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Old man yaoi

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Someone: Are you a boy or a girl?

Sirius: Does it matter? I'm a person

Someone: Yeah, but what's between your legs?

Sirius: On a good day, Remus Lupin.

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Schedule update under the page break

I'm preparing for a conference this week so no updates this week! <3

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Remus: *with a new haircut much shorter than usual*

Sirius: dare I say... my Crop Top.

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from let July be July by Morgan Harper Nichols

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After a brief, unannounced posting break, I have returned and the next chapter of PS. I Love You is now up!

Snippet under the fold!

One moment, he'd been thinking of pub-grub and trying to place a song, and the next, he was being winded. Held in place by shrewd, soft eyes. Propelled back into a classroom again, fucking around and misbehaving in the vague hope that those eyes would turn toward him eventually, with bewilderment or amusement, it had never mattered. He felt 14 again, catching Remus's eye as they'd both turned back to get one last look at each other before leaving school for the summer, and then 15, wanting to burn the school to the ground for refusing to give him any of the details as to why Remus wasn't coming back. But it was the recognition that struck the hardest. The split second of knowing and being known, even after all those years. And the ringing certainty that he had never stopped being that boy in the first place. Some part of him was always going to be acting up, hoping when he looked around, that Moony would be looking back. And now he was.

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husband - wolfstar raising harry - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 210

“D’you ever feel like we’re doing a shit job with Harry?” Remus asked thoughtfully as he washed the dishes in their little cottage, turning to look at Sirius.

Sirius laughed. “At least once a day. But I know James would be proud of us, and that’s all that matters. Why?”

“Because today, when I took him to the store to get more milk, Harry insisted on being the one to give the person the money, like he usually does, you know,” Remus started to explain.

Sirius nodded, smiling fondly at the way his Godson loved to be the one to present the bills to the store clerks. 

“Well, the man at the register was impressed…I’m assuming he doesn’t often get four-year-olds buying milk. So he said, ‘Oh, my wife and I have a son about your age and he doesn’t know how to handle money yet!’” Remus went on.

“But that’s good, isn’t it?” Sirius asked, confused. “We’ve raised him to be pretty independent, I think…”

“Oh, I’m not done,” Remus replied darkly. “Then, Harry goes. ‘You mean husband. Boys have husbands, and girls have wives. Right?’”

Sirius stared, unblinking, for several seconds, before he burst out laughing. “Oh, Merlin. I think we forgot to tell him about straight people.”

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just wanted to say that i really love honey, come over! it’s one of my favorite jegulily fics <333

Oh my goodness, you're so sweet, thank you so much for reaching out to let me know! It's such a joy to write and I'm very excited over where it's going next! <3

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personally i think remus is the clingy one but in such a chill way. sirius is loud and clingy, when he's touching remus everyoneeee knows about it, but remus is here like 🧍🏻‍♂️ sirius. it has been 2 minutes since we last touched. 🧍🏻‍♂️ give me your belt loop.🧍🏻‍♂️hi i noticed your hand is not in mine🧍🏻‍♂️ sirius. why are you sat next to me without your foot in my lap? 🧍🏻‍♂️ i am stealing this *holds sleeve* 🧍🏻‍♂️but like so absentmindedly that he doesn't even realise he's doing it.

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PS I Love You update is live now!

Please read the tags and CW but read if you like. Here's a sample of ch 4:

"I can never remember the goddammed name," she complained, flapping a hand. "But it's like... space related, or something." That interested Sirius. A space themed pub seemed out of place for a town like this. Too futuristic, not hipster enough. "Is it themed?" he asked. She shook her head. "It's like... lunar themed, I think... they have really great music - I know the band, my boyfriend plays in it!" Sirius felt the hairs on his arm and the back of his neck stand up, though he couldn't quite pinpoint why. The final line before the sign off of James's Christmas letter flickered through his mind involuntarily, "Shoot for the stars! Who knows? Even if you miss, you might end up on the Moon..."  Sirius had been the one to give Remus the Moony nickname. It was partly the wolf connection of his name and the fact that he was an incurable night owl, but privately, Sirius had always felt less like a star, and more like the tides of the ocean; pulled every which way by the gravity of Remus in his life, his moon. So inscrutable sometimes, and other times showering him in light that made him feel dazzled. It wasn't necessarily related to the line - or to the bar for that matter, but it was thematic, and he was beginning to feel a little as if he were going mad with all the reminders.

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Environmental Activist Remus x Lawyer Sirius

Sirius folds his hands on the table and stares into deep brown eyes that were staring into his soul. His client, Remus Lupin, had requested to meet up with him at a coffee shop on short notice regarding a legal concern. Even though Sirius was busy, he put his responsibilities aside to make time for him. Sirius had felt stressed the moment Remus asked to meet up with him, but seeing as he was comfortable enough to meet in a public space, Sirius hoped it wasn’t anything serious.

“So,” Remus starts, gaze flickering down while he reaches out to fiddle with the coffee Sirius had bought him. “What would be the hypothetical consequences of doing an environmental protest on a heavily trafficked road?”

A strained expression immediately crosses Sirius’s face and he feels a phantom headache coming on.

“Are you going to do another protest?” he asks dryly.

Remus’s eyes quickly flicker up at him then away. “No.”

Liar.

Sirius rubs his eye with one hand and his fingers twitch to reach for a cigarette to give him strength to get through this conversation. For the sake of professionalism, he takes a long sip of his cappuccino instead.

His client had already gone to court before for disturbing the peace in one of his earlier environmental protests, which he had done with a group of other activists. Sirius has gotten him out of deep trouble many times, though there were still consequences to face.

“Remus,” he starts with a sigh, which makes him receive a guilty look. “There is no good in lying to me. I’m your lawyer, I’m here to help you. You need to be transparent with me.”

“I said hypothetical.”

Sirius exhales through his nose, giving Remus a flat smile. “I don’t do hypotheticals. I’m inclined to take everything you say as facts here.”

Remus’s face scrunches at that and he scratches his jaw, which draws Sirius’s attention to the slight bruising on his cheek and the redness surrounding his wrists. He then takes in Remus’s thick worn out beige sweater and the reusable forest green cup he insisted on having his coffee in. Sirius almost wants to throw his own cup in the trash out of politeness, though that was counterintuitive.

“Nevermind?” he tries.

Sirius stares at him blankly before slowly closing his eyes and resting his head on his hands for three seconds before forcing himself upright and back into professional mode.

He ignores the way Remus bites his bottom lip in an attempt to conceal his amusement.

“No, don’t do that. You can be honest with me and talk to me. I’ll help you the best I can, but I don’t recommend you getting yourself into any more trouble,” Sirius sighs.

While Remus might not say anything out loud, Sirius sees the way he considers Sirius coolly, a defiant and passionate glint in his eyes. Sirius wants to shake his head fondly and almost wants to encourage Remus to do it, just to preserve that rebellious and passionate spark within him.

But the lawyer in him disagrees.

And he doesn’t want to see Remus in jail. Or in another courtroom.

He was starting to feel a little protective of Remus each time he saw other people giving him sneers for the actions he took for the sake of spreading awareness.

He was a lamb in a wolf’s den.

Or maybe, more accurately, a wolf in a lion's den.

“I’m not saying I’m going to do it,” Remus stresses, leaning in like that makes him appear more earnest.

It does.

Sirius knows he’s a misfit.

“I just want to know what the consequences would be,” he finishes, looking at Sirius with wide innocent eyes.

Sirius doesn’t break eye contact with him and takes an even longer sip of his drink as his mind tries to figure out how to deal with the situation.

“Am I giving you a headache?” Remus asks suddenly, tracking his movements.

“Yes.”

His lips twitch into a half smile. Sirius forces himself not to unconsciously give him a small smile of his own.

“You’d get arrested.”

Remus’s face falls comically. “Are you being serious?”

“I am.”

Remus flings himself backwards into his chair with an annoyed growl. “I know that already! I meant any bigger consequences.”

This time Sirius smiles, supporting his head on one of his hands. “That would imply that you really are going to do something, and I have to make note of that.”

Remus’s face scrunches up with displeasure. “It’s just a precaution.”

“I thought it was a hypothetical?”

Remus’s lips tug down and he gives Sirius a look. “Sirius,” he whines.

Sirius bites the insides of his cheeks to keep the mirth of teasing him off his face. He would help Remus properly soon enough, right now he wanted to string him on a bit and also discourage his activities.

“Want my advice?” Sirius says and leans back comfortably in his chair. “Don’t do it. Be a good boy and stay home.”

Remus quickly looks down at his cup, fingers tapping it nervously while his face heats. For the first time, Remus brings the cup to his mouth to drink from while avoiding Sirius’s eyes.

Sirius presses his lips into a thin line when he’s done observing the reaction. He had to be more careful with his words.

Remus doesn’t respond nor look at Sirius for a bit.

Sirius softens. “I’ll help. Whatever foolish plan you have, I’ll be there to support you. I’ll give you some precautions, but you should notify me immediately when you’re out protesting so I can be at your aid as soon as possible.”

This makes Remus glance up from under thick lashes, small smile back on his face. “Thanks, Sirius.”

Sirius hums in response. “What am I here for?”

After a few quiet seconds, Remus places his cup down and slides it to the side to fold his hands sombrely over each other on the table. “Now, hypothetically I just escaped custody. What are the consequences for that?”

“Oh my fucking god.”

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Remus, trying to pick up Sirius in a club: I uh, I made stew last night and there’s leftovers in the fridge.

Sirius, intrigued by the beanpole who can’t flirt: I like stew.

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Father - July 18 - word count: 214 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius scuffed the ground with the toe of his shoe. “So.” 

“So?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“I stole a kid. Kinda.”

Remus looked as if he’d just been thrown completely off-kilter. “Excuse me? Explain.”

“So there was a kid I found on the street. Smelled like a werewolf, had the scars to match. He asked for food, I gave him food.”

Remus nodded. “Okay, makes sense. How… how, exactly, did you steal him?”

“He wouldn’t stop following me, so he’s ours now,” Sirius shrugged, saying it like he was explaining the weather.

“...right. So we’re fathers now. To a kid. Do you even know his name, Sirius?" Remus buried his face in his hands, reconsidering his life choices for the umpteenth time that day.

“He’s called Theodore Luke… uh, I dunno his last name. He wouldn’t tell me.” Sirius shrugged helplessly. “We can call him Teddy or Theo or something.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Remus muttered, voice muffled by his hands. “Okay. We have a child now. How are we going to do this? How do Wizarding adoptions even work?”

“Oh, we just take children off the streets, and if no one comes looking for them after thirty days, the child is yours.”

Remus fixed the sky with an empty stare. “Okay, what the fuck?”

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Honey, Come Over update is up!

Updated schedule for this fic is once a month <3

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When Remus is suddenly not a werewolf anymore, there's only thing that could've lifted his curse: True Love's First Kiss

But... which one was it?

All the Boys I Kissed Last Month

“I'm not a werewolf anymore.”

Lily almost chokes on her tea. “Sorry, what?”

“I'm not a werewolf anymore,” Remus repeats.

“What do you mean?”

“Last full moon, I was in the Shrieking Shack, waiting for my transformation, and then… nothing.”

Lily blinks. “How… how is that even possible?”

Remus looks down at his hands. “There's really only one way my curse could have been lifted…”

“And that is…?” Lily urges.

“True Love's First Kiss,” Remus replies. “What else could it be?”

Lily's eyes widen. “You always said the chances of even having a True Love were almost zero, let alone finding your True Love, let alone having and finding your True Love as a werewolf!”

Remus shrugs. “Well, almost zero is apparently not zero.”

“Oh, Godric!” Lily jumps from her chair and runs around the table over to Remus to wrap her arms around him. “You found your True Love! I can't believe it! That's amazing!” She lets go of Remus and looks at him. “So, who is it?”

Remus scratches his head. “Well, that's sort of the problem…”

“Here you go.” Remus hands James the parchment.

James looks up at him. “What's this?”

“My Potions essay. Just make sure you're not too obvious when you copy it, so Slughorn won't notice.”

“Really?” James jumps up from his chair. “Moons, honestly, you're such a life saver! Godric, I could kiss you! In fact, I will kiss you!”

James grabs Remus’ face between his hands and gives him a big smooch.

“Tada!” Marlene twirls around in her new skirt.

Remus claps his hands together. “You look so pretty! Dorcas won't know what hit her! I can't believe you're finally going on a date. I'm so proud of you, Marls.”

“Aaaw, Remmie,” Marlene gives Remus an endeared look. “You're so cute. Come here, give us a kiss.”

She pulls Remus in and plants a kiss on his lips.

“I had a great time tonight,” Benjy whispers.

“Eh, yeah, sure, it was fun,” Remus replies.

Benjy suddenly places his hands on Remus’ waist, but before Remus can properly react to that, he moves in and presses his lips against Remus’.

It takes a moment for Remus to register what's going on, and then he places his hands on Benjy’s shoulder and gently pushes him back.

“Benjy, what are you doing?”

Benjy looks taken aback. “Eh, kissing my date goodnight at the end of the date?”

Now it's Remus’ turn to be taken aback. “Wait, this was a date? I thought… I thought we were just hanging out as friends?”

“Remus, I literally asked if you'd like to go out with me!”

“You didn't specify going out as what!” Remus says defensively, though, he's starting to realize, okay, this one is probably on him. “But regardless,” he continues. “Benjy, you're great, and I had fun, but I really only see you as a friend.”

Benjy nods. “Can't say I'm not disappointed, but that's fair.”

Remus takes another shot of Firewiskey. He knows he probably shouldn't, he already had too much, but it's a Gryffindor House Party, and he just wants to unwind.

Benjy shifts closer on the couch and Remus, feeling dizzy with alcohol, leans into him. Again, he knows he probably shouldn't, but it's fun to flirt a little and feel wanted. Through his haze, he realizes Sirius has already gone upstairs, which is very unlike him. Usually, James and he are dancing on top of the table until the early hours.

“I've got an idea!” Fabian loudly announces. He holds up an empty bottle. “Spin the bottle!”

The crowd of drunken Gryffindors cheer, and a moment later, they're all sitting in a large circle.

Everything is a bit of a blur, but Remus remembers both Gideon and Edgar landing their bottle on him. He remembers two kisses, but he can't for the life of him remember who was who.

He remembers his bottle landing on Mary. He remembers her giggling and saying ‘lucky me’, and the strong smell of her perfume.

“You don't know,” Lily says for the tenth time. “You don't know which one is your True Love.”

Remus shakes his head.

“Okay,” Lily pinches her brow. “So, we've got six options, right?”

“As far as I remember, yes,” Remus confirms. Though the idea that one of these people has to be his True Love does not exactly sit right with him. And neither does what this means for who definitely isn't his True Love, if he's completely honest.

“We're getting to the bottom of this,” Lily says, as she sits down across from Remus a couple of days later. She takes a piece of parchment and a quill out of her bag and starts scribbling. “Okay, we've got six names. I think we can start by scrapping Marlene, as, let's say, she's not your type and you're not her type.”

Remus nods in agreement.

“And let's scrap Mary as well. You might be her type, but she's not what you're into.”

“Agreed,” Remus says.

“And of course we're scrapping James.” Lily crosses out his name.

Remus rests his head on his hand. “Oh? Don't like the idea of James with someone else, now do you, Lils?”

Lily gives Remus a hard stare. “We're scrapping James,” she just repeats decidedly.

Remus leans back on his chair with a smirk on his face.

Lily ignores him and brings her focus back to her list. “So, we've got Benjy Fenwick, Gideon Prewett and Edgar Bones.”

Remus feels nothing but a slight dread in the pit of his stomach at the idea of one of them being his True Love.

Lily taps her finger against her chin. “I think that you should start spending time with each of them, and see if any feelings can develop.

Remus is playing chess with James when Lily comes running up to him. “Seven Minutes in Heaven, Gryffindor Quidditch Cup Party, fourth grade!” She exclaims.

Remus blinks. “Come again?”

“You kissed Gideon before!” Lily says enthusiastically. “And the curse wasn't lifted! So we can rule him out!” Out of nowhere, she takes out the piece of parchment. “Four down, two to go!” She says, with a swipe of her quill.

“What's going on?” James asks curiously, standing up and looking over Lily's shoulder. “Hey, why is my name on there?”

“We're trying to figure out who Remus’ True Love is, by going through all the people he kissed last month,” Lily explains briefly. “Don't worry, you've already been ruled out.”

“Aaaw, Lils, of course you've ruled me out,” James slings one arm around Lily. “You know who my one and only True Love is.”

Lily's cheeks slightly colour. “In your dreams, Potter,” she mumbles, before taking off.

James sits back down across from Remus.

“So, you've got some explaining to do.”

“Moony!”

Remus whirls around as the door to the dorm is suddenly flung open.

Sirius is standing in the doorway, looking bewildered.

“Padfoot? What's going…?”

“Moony,” Sirius repeats. “Oh, Moony.”

“Eh, hi?”

Sirius walks further into the room. “Prongs just told me what happened.”

Remus immediately feels embarrassed. Who kisses so many people in a month that he doesn't know who his True Love is? He scratches his head. “Right. Well, yeah… I guess it's kinda stupid. I mean, I wasn't expecting-”

“Moony,” Sirius interrupts. “Moony, you're not a werewolf anymore.”

“I'm not a werewolf anymore,” Remus confirms, slightly taken aback about the direction the conversation is going.

“It's gone, Moony,” Sirius says, and Remus notices there are tears in his eyes. “Your curse is gone.”

“It's gone,” Remus repeats softly.

And for the first time since the last full moon, it actually hits him.

He's been so focused on the True Love's First Kiss-part, he has barely thought about his Lycanthropy, but it's true. The loss of control, the pain, the stigma, it's all gone. He's free. Remus can feel tears well up in his own eyes, but before he knows it, Sirius arms are around him as he wraps him into a tight hug.

When they break apart, tears are streaming down Remus’ cheeks. “Merlin,” he says. “You must think I'm so stupid for not even knowing who my True Love is.”

Sirius reaches out and brushes the tears away from Remus’ face. “Oh, Moons. I wouldn't care if you kissed hundreds of men if the end result is you being finally free of that horrible curse.”

“Thank you,” Remus whispers, though deep down he wouldn't have minded if Sirius cared a bit more about who he kissed. “And I didn't kiss hundreds of men,” he adds.

“Pfff.” Remus lets himself fall onto his bed.

“You okay?” Sirius asks.

Remus rolls over onto his back. “I just spent the evening listening to Edgar go on and on about his workout regimen, and I can't even tell if it was better or worse than listening to Benjy yesterday talk non-stop about the self-help books he reads.”

Sirius winches. “Yikes.”

Remus sighs. “Yeah, but it'll all be worth it once I find out who my True Love is, right?”

Sirius looks down at his hands. He looks sort of… guilty. “There's something I should tell you,” he begins. “I think… I think you should consider me as a possibility for your True Love.”

“What?” Remus sits up on his bed. “Sirius, you-”

“I know! I know!” Sirius interrupts. “I know I sound totally presumptuous, and I'm just getting my hopes up...”

Remus wants to say that if only Sirius could have been an option, he would've been his actual preferred option, but he needs to stick to the facts, and factually, it can't be. And did Sirius just say ‘hopes’?

“I just don't think you should disregard it completely,” Sirius says.

Oh, Remus so badly wants to give in. To hell with broken curses and True Love's First Kiss, if there's a possibility that Sirius wants him, what does anything else matter? But Sirius isn't his True Love, and pretending he could be won't be fair to either of them, or to his actual True Love, for that matter. No, Remus needs to stay strong. “Sirius,” he says gently. “You know that I can't ignore-”

“You don't have to,” Sirius interrupts. “Remus, there's something I haven't told you…”

Remus walks into the dorm, or, well, slightly stumbles into the dorm. He notices Sirius laying on his bed, still awake, flipping through some Muggle magazine with a motorcycle on the front.

Remus walks over to him and lets himself fall onto the bed next to him. “You left early,” he says, or, well, slightly slurs.

Sirius glances up at Remus and then looks back at his magazine. “Wasn't feeling it tonight.”

Remus rolls over onto his front and pops his head up on his hands. “Pity. Was fun.”

“You definitely had enough to drink,” Sirius says shortly, like he has never gotten black-out drunk at a House party himself.

Remus pouts and pokes Sirius’ leg. “Would've been more fun with you there,” he tries, attempting to lighten Sirius’ mood, and it works, as Sirius can't help the smile spreading over his face.

He shakes his head, though. “You should go to bed, Moony.”

Remus doesn't know where he finds the courage (alright, the shots of Firewhiskey probably help), but he looks up at Sirius with big eyes as he asks “Goodnight kiss?”

Sirius' eyes widen. “Moons… You're drunk.”

“And I should go to sleep,” Remus says.

“And you should go to sleep,” Sirius confirms.

“And,” Remus adds. “I'll sleep better with a goodnight kiss.”

“I shouldn't…” Sirius says, but Remus can tell he's hesitant, so he decides to push a little further.

“Please, Pads?” He says. “Just a peck to help me sleep?”

Sirius bites his lip. “Just a peck?”

“Just a peck.”

Sirius leans in and lightly presses his lips to Remus’.

Remus feels a pleasant buzz in his stomach, and as Sirius pulls away, he feels warm, happy and content, and ready to drift off. Then, all of the sudden, he feels a tingling all over his body. His eyes fly open. “Something’s different.”

Sirius shakes his head. “Rem, you're not even going to remember this in the morning. If something’s different for one of us, it's for me.”

“No, something’s-” Remus pushes himself up, and immediately, the whole room starts spinning. Remus lets himself fall back on the bed. “Oef.”

“Go to sleep, Moons.”

“Yeah,” Remus mumbles. “I should really just…” And with that, he drifts off.

Sirius hides his face in his hands. “I'm sorry! I shouldn't have kissed you while you were drunk, even if it was just a peck. And I know it sounds totally presumptuous and arrogant of me to think that a small peck you can't even remember could have been your True Love's First Kiss, but you did say something felt different, so I just thought…”

“It's you,” Remus says, staring at Sirius in wonder.

“I don't know, of course, but I think that maybe you should consider the possibility that it could be.”

“No,” Remus says. “It's you. I know it's you.”

Sirius just looks at Remus for a moment. “You can't know that,” he whispers.

“But I do,” Remus says, not quite able to explain himself how he can be so certain, but he is. He knows, without a doubt, that Sirius is his True Love. “My heart was telling me that it had to be you the whole time,” he tries to put it under words. “But my brain was telling me that it couldn't be. Now that my heart and my brain are aligned, I know without a doubt that it's you.”

“Your heart wanted it to be me?” Sirius asks softly.

Remus chuckles. “My whole being wanted it to be you.”

A smile spreads over Sirius’ face as he reaches out and places a hand on Remus’ cheek. Then he leans in and kisses him, and this time it isn't just a peck.

That's how Remus gets his True Love's Second Kiss, which is much better than the first, if only because Remus is going to remember this one for the rest of his life.

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wolfstar being that couple that's just too in sync, so they end up planning to propose to each other at the same time, without either of them having any idea.

remus spends months stressing about the perfect ring, the perfect place, the perfect timing. he plans a trip somewhere by the ocean, he packs his best clothes, he makes a reservation at a fancy restaurant they normally wouldn't go to.

sirius, on the other hand, is walking by an old boutique a couple weeks before the trip when he sees a ring that makes him collapse in the middle of the sidewalk. it's so simple. a thin, gold line that he immediately knows it would fit perfectly on remus' ring finger. it just feels right. like everything about remus always did.

so they both wait for the right time. sirius is nervous for what seems to be the first time in his life. remus is so worried about the possibility of sirius saying no (it is obviously not a possibility) that he hasn't had a good night's sleep in weeks. their car ride is awkward as hell. a freaking storm comes out of nowhere, making them arrive really late to the muggle rented house, so they miss the dinner reservation.

they get out of the car completely soaked. the power in the house is off and it's much colder than either of them expected. but there, in the dark living room, barely lit by their lumos, by the sound of aggressive waves crashing on the shore, they look at each other and laugh. laugh, like, cackle. for minutes in a row.

and it is just perfect. because no matter what the circumstances are, they still have fun together. they are so in love it hurts.

and when sirius suddenly stops laughing, gets a look that remus had never seen before, and drops to one knee, the only thing remus can do is laugh harder. and cry. as he also gets down on one knee and they both stare at the rings in each other's hands in total disbelief.

yep, that's how they get engaged.

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Sirius Forgets whether he’s dog or he’s human sometimes