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Wolfstar and baby Harry are on vacation trying to find a museum

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marlene(!)

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surreal - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 304

“Hey,” Sirius said, grinning at the way Remus jumped a bit before turning around to greet him, his face breaking into a huge, nervous smile.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered reverently, moving to pull Sirius into his arms. “How’re you doing?”

“Honestly? Better than I thought I’d be,” he answered, laughing against Remus’s chest. “M’not nervous at all. It just feels…surreal.”

“Well, It’s good to know you’re not nervous,” Remus chuckled, pulling back to brush their lips against each other. “I’d be a bit terrified if you were.”

“Oi!” Sirius frowned. “S’not like I’ve been given the best role models when it comes to this stuff! I’m basically destined to fuck this up, you know?” He said it as a joke, but the anxiety was there, coloring every word.

Remus, however, was steadfast. “No. Not us. Not together,” he said softly. 

It was Remus’s reassurance that filled Sirius with true excitement. Happiness. Joy in what they were about to do. The anticipation stole the air from his lungs in the best way. “I’m glad it’s you, Moons,” he said softly, the admission making tears prick at his eyes.

“It’s always been you, love,” Remus replied, beaming.

“Rem, are you–?” Lily began to ask, pushing the door of the room open with a bang and stopping short when she saw them there together. “Oi! You two’re supposed to be in separate rooms! You’re ruining the whole concept of seeing each other for the first time when you walk down the aisle!” she yelled, looking both annoyed and affectionate. “Out with you, Sirius, before I call for James!”

“Couldn’t resist,” Sirius grinned, moving to adjust Remus’s tie before he went. “See you out there, Moony?” he asked, knowing the next time he saw Remus, it would be to call him his husband.

“Can’t wait,” Remus replied, beaming.

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fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

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make a girl smile today.

give her a sword.

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I am wheeezing

good news i'm the most fuckable person at this vehicular manslaughter

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oh <3333333333333

every burden, every disadvantage, i have learned to manage

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it looks like he is gripping that dill like his life depends on it

My heart will melt🥹🥹🥹❤️🥹❤️❤️🥹❤️❤️❤️🥹🥹❤️🥹🥹❤️🥹

i put remus in a pickle jar <3

dont worry he likes it trust me

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Sometimes I realize not everyone lives to serve their curiosity.

wdym you don’t wanna try something? Aren’t you interested?

What do you mean you don’t wanna know and learn everything and anything?!

I say yes to everything because I am curious about what’s going to happen…..

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ARENT MOTIVATED TO DO EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOU WANT TO QUENCH THE CURIOSITIES

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weed jerk is too good

copyrighting neon dream as we speak

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spanish learner/speaker remus loves curse words and uses "verga"(dick) like they're paying him for it

moonchaser spanish practice turned hook-ups because James jokingly unbuckles his pants after saying "ya que no te la puedes sacar de la boca" (since you cant take it out of your mouth) once and instead of laughing, Remus pulled him closer

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psychoanalyzing the gender/identity dichotomy between ice skating and ice hockey and coming to the more objectively correct conclusion that ice hockey is rooted in motherly feminine behavior of protecting the nest and that ice skating is about masculine peacocking of one's own physical prowess in seeking a mate

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hoow DARE you detective Diaz

I am your superior offICER

BOOONE

what happens in my bedroom detective is none of your business

BOOONE

Don’t ever speak to me like that again

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when your stomach is really mad at you and you're not sure which one of your fourteen unhealthy lifestyle choices is causing it

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theres a word for people like these two

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my heart is shattered lalala 😭💃😭💃😭💃

on joints and movies | frat au prongsfoot | 652 words

It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair.

It’s the only thing Sirius has been able to think all day. It isn’t fair, on violent repeat in his head, and it isn’t. Just last night, James had been on top of him— James, with his beautiful brown eyes and his soft honey skin and everything else that Sirius is addicted to— and now they’re back to being friends.

It isn’t fair, but it’s the only way it can be. Because for all the drunken nights and kisses and confessions, neither of them are gay. They aren’t. James runs through girls at a pace that is truly impossible to keep up with, and Sirius— Sirius has had sex with girls before, and it’s not unbearable. They seem to like it, at least, always wanting to spend the night and get coffee in the morning, and that’s more than can be said for James.

“Here,” James reaches over his shoulder, offering the joint to Sirius. He’s sat on the floor in front of the couch where Sirius is perched, watching Superbad for what must be the millionth time. One of the sororities had an event tonight that’s left the house mostly empty, and so it’s just the two of them in the living room.

Sirius takes the joint and puts it in his mouth to take a puff. He’s glad James is facing away from him. All day, he’s been putting forth a very concerted effort to not think about the pit in his stomach or the way his heart skips a beat every time James looks at him, but it’s futile, now. All he can think is it’s not fair, and all he can remember is the feeling of James’ fingers wrapped around him.

It might never happen again— maybe that’s what scares Sirius the most. Last night could’ve been the last time James ever touches him, and he’ll have to be at ease with that. This thing wasn’t ever going to last very long, anyway. James will pick one of his girls to start dating, and Sirius will find one that he doesn’t hate very much, and this entire thing will be a faded memory, a dalliance they might laugh over with their wives. 

Except, as his fingers brush James’ handing the joint back, he knows it won’t. Not for him. James is facing away from him, like he always is, and Sirius is melting into the couch. Sirius is being soaked up by the beer-stained fabric, and James doesn’t notice. Sirius is thirty years in the future still clutching on to the memory of James kissing his neck, and James is married with kids who don’t know that he experimented in college. 

By the time the credits roll, Sirius is doing his best to hold back tears. The weed wasn’t a good idea— it makes everything feel worse, every emotion feel amplified. It makes it all feel inescapable: that he can’t keep brushing off what he feels about James, that it means far more than what he’s been telling himself it does, and that none of this changes the fact that it means absolutely nothing to James.

They sit in silence until the screen fades to black, and even then it takes a minute for James to reach for the remote. Once the TV is turned off, James sets the remote back on the floor and turns to Sirius with those big, gorgeous eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Sirius’ heart stutters in his chest, because this is James. This is his best friend, his roommate, his soulmate. James, who isn’t a distant and apathetic love interest— he’s Sirius’ friend. And he’s right there, right in front of Sirius, and he knows that something is wrong.

“Can we talk about it later?”

They won’t, but James agrees. It’s enough, the little admission that there is something. It isn’t fair, but it’s enough.

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Acing It

“If I ace this exam, you have to go on a date with me.”

Remus didn’t look up from his notes. “Pads, you haven’t studied all term.”

“So that’s a no?”

Remus finally glanced up, eyes narrowed. Sirius was sprawled across the Gryffindor common room sofa like a bored cat, legs draped over the armrest, head tilted upside down off the edge. He looked ridiculous. And smug.

Remus snorted. “It’s not a no. It’s a statistical impossibility.”

Sirius grinned, rolling to his feet with the grace of someone who knew they looked good doing it. “Then what do you have to lose, Moony?”

Remus opened his mouth, then closed it. What did he have to lose? If Sirius failed, nothing changed. If—by some divine intervention—he passed with flying colors, Remus would have to… what? Go on one date with him?

He could survive that. Probably.

“You ace it,” Remus said carefully, “and I’ll go on one date with you.”

Sirius’ eyes sparkled. “Deal.”

Sirius did not, in fact, begin studying.

He did, however, become increasingly annoying.

Two days before the Transfiguration final, Remus caught him charming his textbook to float in front of him while he napped.

“That’s not how osmosis works,” Remus said dryly.

“Shh,” Sirius mumbled from the couch, eyes closed. “I’m absorbing it through my skin.”

The night before the exam, he showed up at the library with James in tow, both of them looking like they were being marched to the gallows.

“I’m here to study,” Sirius announced proudly, flinging himself into the chair across from Remus.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “The night before the exam?”

“I work best under pressure,” Sirius said. “Also, Evans said I can’t copy her notes, and I have no idea what the difference is between human and rabbit transfiguration.”

Remus sighed. “Do you even want to be an Auror?”

“Desperately. But I want to date you more.”

Remus blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Hmm?” Sirius said innocently, flipping open his book. “Pass me that quill?”

He didn’t think Sirius would actually do it.

But when Professor McGonagall handed back their exam parchments a week later, Sirius didn’t say a word. Just stared at the glowing red O at the top of his page.

Remus watched the expression on his face shift—from disbelief to amusement to something dangerously close to triumph.

“No,” Remus said immediately.

“You promised,” Sirius said, positively glowing now.

“You cheated.”

“I did not.”

“You’ve failed every practice essay this year.”

“I studied,” Sirius said, and Remus hated that he couldn’t tell if he was lying or not. “Just because I didn’t do it the Remus Lupin way—color-coded notes and caffeine-fueled all-nighters—doesn’t mean I didn’t try.”

Remus scowled. “You only did this for the date.”

Sirius shrugged. “Yeah. And I aced it.”

Remus stared at him, torn between admiration and sheer exasperation.

“Fine,” he muttered. “One date.”

Sirius beamed.

The date was… not what Remus expected.

He’d imagined Sirius dragging him to Hogsmeade, maybe to that café with the overpriced butterbeer and the velvet cushions. He thought it would be loud, and chaotic, and embarrassing.

Instead, Sirius brought him to the Astronomy Tower after curfew, a blanket tucked under one arm and a box of Honeydukes best chocolates in the other.

“This is technically a detention-worthy offense,” Remus said, looking around nervously.

Sirius grinned. “So live a little.”

They spread the blanket out and sat side by side, leaning against the stone wall as stars blinked into view overhead. The castle was quiet, and the sky was clear, and Remus kept sneaking glances at Sirius when he thought he wasn’t looking.

“So,” Sirius said, popping a chocolate in his mouth, “how am I doing?”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “At what?”

“The date. I’ve never been on one before.”

That surprised him. “Really?”

Sirius shrugged. “Not a real one. Just snogging behind statues and getting hexed by jealous boyfriends.”

Remus laughed despite himself. “Charming.”

“You’re my first real one,” Sirius said, suddenly serious. “So I wanted it to be good.”

Remus stared at him. “You planned this?”

“Course I did. You don’t woo a Moony without a strategy.”

“You studied for the exam, didn’t you?” Remus said suddenly.

Sirius looked sheepish. “Maybe.”

“For how long?”

“A week.”

“A whole week? You?”

“It was brutal,” Sirius said dramatically. “I barely survived. But I figured if I wanted to impress you, I couldn’t half-arse it.”

Remus felt something warm bloom in his chest.

“That’s… surprisingly thoughtful.”

Sirius bumped his shoulder. “Don’t let it get around. I’ve got a reputation.”

They sat in silence for a while, the sky stretching endlessly above them. Remus felt oddly content, like something had clicked into place.

Sirius shifted closer, just enough that their knees brushed. “So… would you go on another one?”

“Date?”

“Yeah.”

Remus hesitated.

Then nodded. “Yeah. I think I would.”

Sirius grinned. “Next time, I’ll let you pick the spot.”

“Next time, I’m choosing the study method.”

Sirius groaned. “Noooo. Not the color-coded notes.”

Remus laughed. “Deal with it, Sirius”

“Merlin help me,” Sirius muttered. But he was smiling.

Sirius had done many stupid things in his seventeen years.

He’d turned McGonagall’s desk into a trampoline. He’d dared James to fly through the Great Hall on a broomstick (during breakfast). He’d nearly gotten expelled for sneaking into the Slytherin dungeons with an enchanted goat.

But nothing — nothing — was as terrifying as sitting beside Remus Lupin and wondering if he could kiss him without ruining everything.

Remus was quiet, leaning back against the tower wall, his fingers curled loosely around a half-eaten chocolate truffle. The star light silvered his hair, and Sirius was fairly certain his heart was trying to climb out of his chest.

They'd already survived the first date. No explosions, no hexes, no awkward silences. Just chocolate, stars, and the occasional deadpan insult from Remus that Sirius suspected was his version of flirting.

The whole thing had felt… weirdly perfect.

Which meant Sirius had no idea what to do next.

“Are you going to keep staring at me until sunrise, or do you plan to say something?” Remus asked without looking at him.

Sirius startled. “I wasn’t staring.”

“You were.”

“Was not.”

Remus glanced sideways, one eyebrow raised in that annoyingly perceptive way of his. “You’ve been making the same face you did when you realized you’d accidentally used hair gel instead of toothpaste.”

Sirius groaned. “Don’t bring that up.”

“It was last week.”

“I was sleep-deprived!”

“You had minty fresh bangs, Sirius.”

Sirius shoved him lightly. “You’re lucky I fancy you.”

Remus blinked.

Oh.

Oh.

Sirius felt the words hang between them, too soft, too vulnerable.

Remus tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Do you?”

“…Yeah,” Sirius said. Quietly. “A lot more than I expected.”

The silence stretched.

And then Remus reached over and laced their fingers together.

Sirius stared down at their hands, stupidly pleased. “So, is that a good sign?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “I’m holding your hand. In public. At night. While breaking school rules. What do you think, genius?”

“I think I want to kiss you.”

Remus flushed. “You’re impossible.”

“Is that a no?”

Remus didn’t answer — not with words. Instead, he leaned in and kissed Sirius square on the mouth.

Sirius, unsurprisingly, forgot how to breathe.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind.

Sirius didn’t realize how much of his time he already spent orbiting Remus until they started dating. Now it just came with extra perks — like sharing a blanket in the common room without pretending it was platonic, or sneaking notes during class that weren’t just about pranking Filch.

Remus, of course, was still Remus.

Sarcastic. Brilliant. Perpetually exasperated.

But he also smiled more now. Smiled at Sirius. Sometimes just because. Like Sirius himself was the punchline to a joke he wasn’t in on.

And Sirius? Sirius was gone.

He found himself doing the most absurd things just to see that smile — like sitting through an entire Arithmancy lecture just to walk Remus to the library. Or organizing his Transfiguration notes into neat little folders.

(“You made a color-coded system,” Remus had said, astonished.

Sirius sniffed. “Only because I ran out of black ink.”)

And kissing. So much kissing. Behind bookshelves, under the bleachers, once even during a thunderstorm because of course that’s when Remus finally admitted he liked dramatic timing.

They hadn’t told anyone yet, though James definitely suspected.

“You’ve been humming,” James had said one morning at breakfast.

“So?”

“You don’t hum, Pads.”

“I’m in a good mood.”

“You’re in love,” James corrected, grinning. “It’s disgusting.”

Sirius had thrown toast at him.

The next test came during the full moon.

Sirius had always known about Remus’ condition. Had helped, supported, snuck into the Shrieking Shack for moral support. But dating someone who disappeared into a werewolf every month came with its own kind of fear.

He hated how pale Remus looked afterward. Hated the way his hands shook and how he downplayed the pain like it was a stubbed toe instead of broken ribs and torn skin.

When Remus was released from the Hospital Wing, Sirius was already waiting with a blanket and three stolen Honeydukes bars.

“You didn’t have to come,” Remus said, voice rough.

Sirius tucked the blanket tighter around him. “You kidding? I missed you.”

“I look like I lost a fight with a bear.”

“You look hot.”

Remus groaned. “You’re the worst.”

“You’re my worst.”

And Remus exhausted, bandaged, achin still smiled.

A few nights later, curled up in the common room long after curfew, Sirius asked, “Why did you say yes?”

Remus blinked, bleary-eyed from reading.

“To the date,” Sirius clarified. “You didn’t have to. You always acted like I was a nuisance.”

“You are a nuisance.”

Sirius poked him in the side. “Rude.”

Remus sighed, then closed his book. “Because you surprised me.”

“How?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually try. For the exam.”

Sirius shrugged. “I wanted to prove you wrong.”

“No,” Remus said softly. “You wanted to prove you were serious.”

Sirius stared. “Was that a pun?”

“Maybe.”

“Remus.”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“You love me.”

Remus paused. “I’m not saying it first.”

“But you do.”

Remus bit his lip. “Yeah,” he said, just loud enough for Sirius to hear. “I do.”

And Sirius, heart full to the brim, kissed him like a promise.

Of course, nothing ever stayed perfect at Hogwarts for long.

A week before NEWTs, someone saw them holding hands near the Quidditch stands. Rumors spread fast.

By dinner, half the school was whispering.

Sirius was ready to hex half the castle.

But Remus… he just rolled his eyes.

“Let them talk,” he said, calm as ever. “It’s not like we were hiding.”

Sirius looked at him. “You sure?”

Remus nodded. “I spent seventeen years being afraid of what people would say. I’m tired of it.”

Sirius felt something fierce rise in his chest. Pride. Love. Awe.

He took Remus’ hand in front of the whole Great Hall.

Let them stare.

On the day of their final exam, Remus caught Sirius chewing his quill like it had personally offended him.

“Still nervous?” he asked, sliding into the seat beside him.

Sirius groaned. “It’s Charms. I don’t do Charms.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“You said that last time.”

“And you aced it.”

“Only because I was trying to impress you!”

Remus smiled. “Then pretend I’m still unimpressed.”

“Harsh, Lupin.”

“You love me.”

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