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Remus loves books, he loves reading so much and Sirius knows this. He knows this so well because half the time when he wants Remus to look at him, and pay attention to him, Remus simply just wonât because heâs so bloody, infuriatingly, adorably invested in whatever book it is heâs reading.
It doesnât even matter the genre, Sirius has learnt, nor that itâs fictional or otherwise. Just words on yellowing pages, with cracked spines and a warm smell emanating from within, thatâs what Remus loves. He likes to escape there, to lose focus, time, and reality. And Sirius respects it.
He used to love reading himself, when he was younger. His favorite books were fantasy action. He got lost in the tales and strange lands, imagining himself as the noble hero, saving lives and running off into the sunset on a noble steed, or perhaps even with a lover.
Heâs lost the knack for it these days, mostly. Sometimes he still picks up a book to read, if it really captivates him. Or if itâs so painstakingly good that Remus, rather than just expressing that it was enjoyable to read and outlining the basic plot, rambles about it for ages. Especially if he goes back and reads it a second time over, taking a quill to the pages, underlining his favorite phrases, adding exclamation marks for emphasis, and writing out every thought he has about it.
Sirius always reads those, but mostly for Remusâ input. And mostly so he can sit there and listen to Remus talk about it again, and get so brilliantly excited when Sirius agrees that particular characters sucked, or when they disagree about how certain plot points were brilliant, or how painstakingly heartbreaking the use of symbolism added so much depth to the entire book.
Sirius has two large bookshelves in his room. Both of them heâs built himself because he refuses to let Effie and Flea spend any extra money on him, and he himself doesnât want to spend money on bookshelves when he can just make them. He also made Remus one, when he first learnt just how much Remus likes to read, when he first moved in with James. Heâs still very proud of it to this day.
Point is, he has two large bookshelves, and theyâre each only half full of books. There are other things on them, taking up the space. Such as his record collection, which is excessive now, and brilliant, and takes up a lot of space. Itâs also riddled with gadgets, and thingamabobs, and dust collectors, and whatsits, as well as little things heâs tinkered.
Heâs building himself another shelf at the moment, this one will have a stained glass door- so, more of a cabinet, he supposes. Itâs made especially for his records, measured to fit the height and width of them perfectly with just a little wiggle room. That, once itâs done, will clear out plenty of space on his bookshelf for more books.
Heâll build himself another shelf or two, he thinks. Ones to mount one the wall, a place to keep all his little things that donât really have a place, other than randomly on his bookshelves. He wants to leave as much room as possible.
Because, see, Sirius doesnât read much. And the books he does read are already found on his shelf, or Remusâ, because he borrows them.
But Remus reads a lot. Heâs always looking for new books, everywhere he goes. Sirius canât count the times heâs been pulled into random stores just to look at books for hours, only for Remus to walk out empty handed.
Because Remus doesnât have the money for books. He never has. Maybe a few, here and there, cheep ones that is, from second hand stores. And on his birthday and Christmas his parents spoil him by picking out a couple of big ones.
But Remusâ money is saved for things other than books.
That hasnât been much of an issue, because there are libraries. He spends a lot of time in the library at Hogwarts, when theyâre there. And over the breaks, he spends it in the library by his house. And he borrows books from Sirius, and James, and Lily, and Peter, and Mary, and Marlene too.
But the thing is, Remus is running out of books. And sure, heâs happy to read the non fictional books, ones about the history of magic, or life in the trenches of the First Muggle World War, or how to bake cakes, or the biography of Salazar Slytherin, or whatever the hell else he can find. But nothing captivates him the way a good story can.
He needs tales to escape in between the more boring stuff. Remus never raves about the non-fiction. Sure, he tells Sirius random facts when he finds them out, or puts his new knowledge to use. But the novelty of a made up world excites him.
Sirius likes to watch Remus read fiction. He likes to watch Remus shift in his chair and tense his shoulders, he likes to watch blush bloom over Remusâ cheeks with a giddy smile as his eyes twinkle and lock onto the page. He also likes when he hears Remusâ sharp gasps, and gets to look up to find him sitting in the most awkward, on edge positions as he fixedly reads, and watches as tears begin to roll down Remusâ cheeks and dance over freckles.
He mostly likes when Remus smiles at his page, sure and familiar, a knowing look in his eye that makes him glimmer right before he looks up to try and find Sirius in the room, and blush immediately when he does before tucking his face back into the pages. Sirius likes that one the best, because he knows, whatever Remus read, it made him think of Sirius. He especially likes when Remus scribbles something on the page right after, or just dog ears the corner so heâll never loose the page.
Sirius really likes when Remus finds a good story, and Remus clearly also likes when he finds a good Story. Remus doesnât have the funds to by himself stories and has read his way through the entirety of his local libraries fictional section, as well as everything on Siriusâ own shelf twice.
But Sirius does have the funds for books. He has part of the inheritance his uncle Alphard left when he died, he has his weekly allowance from the Potters, as does James, and he has money saved up from working in Mrs Florenceâ garden across the road all summer.
So he goes out, and buys books, and hopes Remus hasnât read them.
He gets home, and puts them on his own shelf, because the last time Sirius bought a book for Remus just simply because he wanted to, Remus slapped him with the book, made his knee buckle with his cane, and told Sirius to never spend his money on him again.
So naturally, Sirius stole him a book, and Remus hit him twelve times with the new book, called him a stupid fucking idiot, and made him promise to never do it again.
He then promptly went and read the book, and made a note at the very back that Sirius was the one who got it for him, with a star placed by his name, thinking Sirius wouldnât notice. Because Sirius would never snoop through Remusâ bookshelf when heâs not looking to try and read whatever annotations from Remusâ brain he could, hoping to find one that Remus made after doing his adorable glance and thinking of Sirius. No, no heâd never do that, Remus, he promises.
So Sirius buys himself books, ones that wouldnât look too out of place sitting on his shelves, ones he doesnât recognise Remus ever holding (though, that doesnât mean much as Remus reads at the pace of a race car, Sirius is sure thereâs a new book in his hand each time Sirius looks up), and prays Remus will like them. He thinks he will. He likes most books.
Sirius just hopes he makes annotations in them before he remembers theyâre not his books, and puts them back on Siriusâ shelf to find.
So Sirius stacks them on his shelf, and waits for Remus to take the bait.
The first time Remus comes into his room once theyâre there, he clearly notices, but doesnât comment. So Sirius goes out to buy another.
The second time, he makes a comment, asking if Sirius ever actually reads the books he carelessly spends money on, and nothing else.
So Sirius buys another book, and begins to read the one with the most interesting cover. He makes sure the spine is cracked, the pages withered, and a crease on the cover from bending it wrong.
Remus notices it, the next time he visits, and asks if Sirius enjoyed it. He didnât mind it, but he tells Remus he really liked the character named Liam (who reminds him vividly of Remus), and recommends it. Remus takes it home. Sirius rambles to James about how brilliantly smart his plan is for hours.
The next time Remus comes around, he returns the book. Itâs in a similar state to when Sirius had last seen it, besides a few extra wrinkles on the spine, and creased pages. Sirius smiles and admires it for a while once Remus has left, with another book, another one Sirius made himself read, he didnât like that one at all.
Naturally, Remus really enjoyed that one. They argue about it for a while, and Remus tosses the book at Sirius with a laugh, and Sirius resists the urge to throw himself back at Remus.
James and Peter go out in the sun, but Remusâ hip is bad that day, so Sirius stays inside with him. He sits and watches Remus read, itâs one of his own books, one heâs read at least four times before. Heâs got a pen between his teeth that he keeps pulling out to scribble things down before placing it back.
Sirius wishes he were a pen.
Remus finishes his book and whines about it for a while, because he doesnât have another, and he canât stand to go outside. So Sirius gets up, grabs a book, and plops it in Remusâ lap. Remus blushes. Itâs some muggle book, itâs about magic folk, and fairies, and a really cool protagonist with long black hair and tattoos and a winning grin.
Heâs not even shy when he tells Remus he bought it so he could read about himself. Remus lightly thwacks him with his cane and tells Sirius to fuck off.
Sirius sits on the bed, and grabs Remusâ discarded book, and opens it up to page one. Already there, marked in blurry ink on the first page reads: this is what it feels like to have a star wish on you, right back. Sirius smiles, and begins to read, mostly for Remusâ annotations, but the book is good no less. Itâs about doomed love, written through the metaphore of the night sky, and unsettling undertones of cannibalalistic desire, all wrapped up in one neat little bow that ties itself off with an accidental murder suicide.
Honestly, Sirius understands why Remus likes it now. Heâs heard Remus talk about it in great detail before but bloody hell, itâs good. And Remusâ annotations make it better.
âBloody-fuck.â Remus gasps, catching Sirius off guard. He sticks his head up and wonders how on earth Remus had gotten to the âbloody-fuckâ part of the story yet, thatâs over halfway through, and theyâve only been reading for twenty minuets.
âWhatâs the issue?â Sirius asks.
âDo you have an eraser?â Remus asks, âA magic one, for ink? Canât use my wand.â
âErm, noâŠâ Sirius mutters. He knows Flea has one in his office, and heâs allowed to go get it if he ever needs, knowing it sits in the top left drawer, right by the paperclips. But he doesnât say that, not yet.
âFuck, Iâm sorry.â Remus mumbles, âI forgot it wasnât- I just⊠I still had the pen in my mouth.â
Sirius feels his heart race, âRemus, did you⊠write in my book?â
Remus looks so ashamed, and he holds up the neat pages and flips through all that heâs read, and⊠yeah, thereâs a lot in there already. Scribbled lines, phrases, exclamation points, question marks, little stars drawn everywhere.
Sirius feels himself fall a little harder in love, âYou can write in my book.â He mutters and swallows, âYou can write in all of my books, whatever you like. It doesnât matter, I probably wonât read most of them anyway.â Sirius lies. If they have Remusâ annotations he certainly will.
âWhy would you buy them then?â
Sirius shrugged, âI had empty space on my bookshelf⊠I like having them there. Besides, I could read them, you know, I just⊠usually donât.â
Remus snickers and shakes his head, âYouâre strange- like a dragon. Youâre a dragon that hoards treasure. Your treasure is books.â
Wrong, Sirius thinks, my treasure is you.
âA dragon.â Sirius mutters, âDo you fear me, Remus, a big mighty dragon?â
Remus scoffs and turns back to the book, âYouâre such a small dragon you donât even have the ability to fly.â
Sirius throws his pillow at Remusâ head. Remus laughs, flipping Sirius off, which only spurs him on.
Sirius promptly jumps off the bed and changes to Padfoot midway through the air, landing right on the arm of the chair Remus occupies before crawling all over him.
âGet off me, you stupid mutt!â Remus laughs, tacking Padfoot away, âYouâre going to rip the book.â
Padfoot only barks and wags his tail high in the air.
Remus laughs again, sticking his good leg out where Sirius now sits on the ground, he uses it to pet Siriusâ side as he fixes his hair and book.
Padfoot tilts his head up at Remus, tongue hanging out of his mouth, as he watches.
âI can really write in it?â
Padfoot scoots closer, licking Remusâ knee.
Remus snickers and shoes him away, âYouâre so gross, Padfoot. Your dog slobber stinks, you know that?â
Padfoot barks, resting his paw on top of Remusâ hand for a moment.
âFine.â Remus breaths, âBut you can write in mine too, that means.â
Sirius will be, he knows it.
Padfoot, however, watches Remus go back to reading, too invested to pay him any mind now. He plucks the pen from his ear and starts making more marks. Padfoot rests his head on Remusâ knee, and mindlessly, Remus reaches out to pet him.
Thatâs how James and Peter find them, two hours later. Remus deeply concentrated, halfway through his book, and Padfoot looking up at him like he hung the sky. James teases Sirius mercilessly about it later.
Over the week, Sirius reads. He reads Remusâ book, the one he left behind so Sirius could finish reading. And Sirius takes a red inked pen, because one time Remus said Sirius looks good in the colour red, and makes his own annotations. There arenât many, as there isnât much room left and Remus has basically said it all, but he underlines the things he likes, and draws wonky little circles half shaded in by the things that make him think of Remus (theyâre supposed to be moons, and he hopes Remus wonât be able to tell at first, because the first wonky circle is placed right next to the phrase: nothing consumes her they way the need to taste his skin on her tongue does-).
The next time Sirius sees Remus, theyâre at the Lupins. He brought Remusâ book with his own red annotations, and two other books, one about space, and one about a dog that dies.
Heâs almost at the end of the one where the dog dies, and itâs honeslty devastating. Itâs bound to make Remus sad. So very, very sad.
They sit on Remusâ bed, Remus up by the headboard, and Sirius himself laying over the foot on his stomach, a pillow tucked under his chin.
Heâs crying, down to the last pages of his book, his heart being ripped out of his chest as he reads. When he started crying, Remus silently extended his legs and crossed them, letting his heels sit on the small of Siriusâ back. Because Remus is brilliant, and he knows Sirius likes to be touched when heâs sad.
He closes his book with a sigh, buries his face in the pillow, and screams. Remus laughs.
âYou have to read this, Moony. Itâs devastating.â Sirius sobs.
âIf you insist.â Remus agrees, still reading his book.
âThe dog dies!â Sirius rolls onto his side to look at him, âHe dies, Remus, isnât that horrible. I mean- it was bad enough for me, I canât imagine what it would be like for you.â
Remus glances up over his book at raises an eyebrow at Sirius.
âYou knowâŠâ Sirius sniffles, rubbing his nose before waving his hand through the air, âBecause Iâm a dog, and you wonât be able to stop thinking about me, and losing me, and-â
A pillow was thrown at his head so hard it shoved him back. But Sirius loves the dramatics, so he takes it further, and rolls until he topples off the end of the bed and groans about betrayal. Remus pretends not to listen, Remus continues to read. Sirius wants to give him the world.
Sirius eventually gets up and selects a book off of Remusâ shelf, admiring his own handiwork for a moment. He flicks the book open, and finds no annotations, so he puts it back. He grabs another, finds the same, and repeats.
âWhat are you looking for?â Remus asks.
Unashamedly, Sirius tells him, âOne with your thoughts written out. Those are my favourites.â He picks up another, sifts through, and puts it back.
He turns when Remus is quiet for a while, heâs grinning, like he expects to find Remus with his head in his book, so distracted he didnât hear. But heâs not.
Remus is blushing, and heâs looking at Sirius so curiously.
âI like your thoughts.â Sirius clears his throat, âYouâre smart, theyâre interesting. Besides, I hate not knowing whatâs going to happen, you always manage to make correct predictions, so good at picking up clues.â
Remus smiles and ducks his head before reaching out and grabbing a book off his bedside. He tosses it at Sirius, âThat oneâs a childrenâs novel. Itâs about a frog. Iâve annotated it seven times.â
âBrilliant.â Sirius grins, plopping himself back down on his bed and opening the book, âI love frogs.â
Remus laughs, a quiet laugh, embarrassed and bashful. They both continue to read. Sirius pulls out his pen and scribbles a red, wonky circle when the frog finds himself in love.
Four weeks later, and Sirius and Remus have been swapping books back and forth in trade. Remus takes his pick of whatever is on Siriusâ shelf, or whatever heâs âaccidentallyâ left at Remusâ place, and in turn, Sirius reads whatever books Remus has annotated. Eventually, he begins to read his own, purely for Remusâ annotations.
Remus never fails to leave annotations, and Sirius leaves them right back.
One time, Sirius even worked up the courage to write annotations in one of his own books before handing it off for Remus to read, just in hopes of Remus liking them too.
He does. He circles Siriusâ annotations with his own black ink, and adds little stars in random places, and he even goes so far as to argue with Sirius in the margins.
This week, they meet at the movies with James and Peter. As they wait in the popcorn line together, Sirius hands him two books. One of Remusâ own that heâs returning, and one from his collection. He read it, another book about love. There was a line about reliability, and loyalty, and pure, blinding admiration, even in petty fights and bickering, and Sirius took a bold step and wrote: This reminds me of us.
Remus returns the book about a fierce dragon, and slaps a new one in his hands about a man driven to murder by his untidy roommate, âMaybe youâll learn something from this one, hmm?â
Sirius didnât get it until the book was done, and he had read every snarky remark aimed right at Sirius that Remus wrote, including the note at the end that requested Sirius keep his mess to his corner of the room before Remus is driven to a murderous fate. Sirius laughed so hard James came rushing into the room out of pure concern.
The next time they exchanged books, Sirius gave him one titled The Picture of Dorian Grey. Remus had already read it. Sirius scoffed, knowing this would happen sooner or later. However, when Sirius moved to put it back in his bag, Remus snatched it away. He only borrowed it last time, so now he could write his annotations, which excited him. It excited Sirius too.
âI have a strange one for you.â Remus said, handing it over nervously, âI⊠Iâve read this one a lot.â
âOkay?â Sirius asked, taking it slowly, looking at the cover, so withered he couldnât clearly make out the image.
Remus swallowed, âItâs really one of my favorites.â
âI canât wait, then.â Sirius grinned, flicking through it quickly and seeing almost no room to leave his own messages.
Remus nodded, âJust⊠just beware, okay?â
âOkay, Remus, Iâve got it.â Sirius snickered, wiggling the book like a fan, âWhat, has it got like, wild kinky sex in it. Does this book delve into your deepest desires, Remus? Does it make you feel sexy?â Sirius teases.
Remus swallows and turns his gaze away.
Siriusâ jaw goes slack, âOh, my Merlin- I⊠it does.â
Remus blushâs, âLook- itâs not like that, itâs just-â He mumbles, hiding his head in his hands, âYes, there is a sex scene in it, near the end. Itâs very long, and very detailed. But thatâs not- Iâm not trying to be weird, okay? Iâd prefer to not give you a sexy book-â
Sirius snickers, âI was only teasing, Remus, itâs fine. Is that the weird bit? The long, sensual sex scene?â
âMostly⊠itâs⊠well, I suppose itâs everything that leads up to it.â Remus swallows.
âGot it.â Sirius nods, and because heâs his own worst enemy, he asks, âDo you get off to it?â
Remusâ front door promptly slams in his face, and no matter how hard he knocks, or laughs, or pretends heâs joking, Remus does not open the door.
Sirius goes home, and he very pointedly does not pick up the book. Heâs too nervous now. To nervous to read about this sex scene in Remusâ most favorite book and wonder if heâs ever⊠Sirius flops face down into his pillow and goes to annoy James instead.
When they meet up to swap back, Sirius still hasnât read the book yet. He makes up an excuse, telling Remus he hasnât been focused enough to read something important. Remus doesnât seem to believe him, he seems so disappointed. He gives Sirius back The Picture Of Dorian Gray and barely talks for the remainder of their time spent together.
When Sirius gets home, he flips through Remusâ annotations, reading them all, and having to do a double take at one. Sure, there are plenty of snide comments about Siriusâ good looks, comparing him to Dorian and making theories on how Sirius must be in a similar situation. But thereâs one that makes Siriusâ heart race: Iâm annoyed at you. This entire fucking book Dorianâs been described as the most beautiful fucking man on earth and the only face I can fucking picture is yours you bloody idiot. Stop being beautiful, please? Itâs detrimental to my sanity.
Siriusâ breath hitched in his throat. He ran to James, immediately, crashing into his room and jumping on the bed, not even caring heâs just interrupted James with his shirt off in a very compromising position with Lily. He doesnât even care that sheâs there.
âLook at this, James, read-â
âReally, Sirius? Now?â
âIâm sorry, Prongs, but youâve got your happy ending so I donât care- look.â Sirius shoves the page in his face, âWhat does this mean?â
James shoves on his glasses and gives Lily an apologetic glance before reading, âWhat the fuck do you think it means, Sirius?â
âI donât know.â Sirius breathes, running his fingers over the black ink, âIt could mean anything-â
âSirius!â James laughed, flinging his hands into the air, âIt means exactly whatever the hell your heart thinks it means, probably.â
Sirius glares and James and turns to Lily, âYouâre smart, what do-â
âMight I remind you, Remus is my best friend, Sirius?â Lily smirked, âSo no, I wonât be saying anything, and if youâre smart, youâll know thatâs enough. And I warn you, I will be telling him about this.â
Sirius swallowed and glared at her, âShit.â
âShit in deed, Romeo.â She giggled, âGo away please.â
âYeah, yeah.â He sighed, crawling off the bed, âNot too loud, please.â
James tossed a pillow at him.
âHey, Sirius?â Lily asked, catching his attention, âYou should read his book.â
âRight.â Sirius swallows, and very pointedly does not do that. He goes to make dinner with Effie and Flea, and ask them questions about it instead. They just say the same things James did, and theyâre old and happy and very in love, so he actually trusts that.
That night, he lies in bed, a lamp over his shoulder, and he learns extactly why Remus seemed so nervous to share this book. Especially about the sex part, which was⊠well, it was really sexy. Like, so sexy. Sirius didnât think anything could ever get that sexy. All he could think about whilst reading was Remus, and how badly he wanted to do those things to Remus, and how he wanted Remus to do those things to him. It was terrible, really.
So good, and so terrible, and so delightfully strange to read about. Because, in the start, the main character was engaged to a very wonderful woman. But by the end, he had left her. He left her because he loved a man. Two men in love. Remusâ favorite book was gay, with so many annotations about his own experiences, with a gay sex scene, with annotations about how much Remus liked the sex scene.
And most of allâŠ
Sirius knew exactly what a lot of those annotations meant. Because around them were little stars. Within them they used âheâ and âhimâ and terms of longing and yearning and⊠and then it got to a point midway through the book where things changed.
Remus stopped writing things like: I think of him. Heâs more beautiful. Iâm scared to lose him too.
Instead, he just used one word. One word scribbled everywhere. Beside so many different phrases, with different intentions and different feelings. One word that shattered it all, and that word was: Sirius.
Beside the phrase, heâs so beautiful, I hate him.
Beside the phrase, I miss him, I never got to have him but I miss him, no less.
Beside the phrase, kissing the expanse of his throat is something I think about often, no thought could be as beautifully filthy as mine when heâs around.
Beside the phase, I love him.
âWakey, wake- oh, youâre up love. Are you alright, Iâve never seen you up with the sun before.â Effie teases as she walks into his room.
Sirius turns to her, eyes blinking. Theyâre red rimmed from crying. He didnât realise it was morning. He still has the book in his lap, open to the last page where thereâs a message. Itâs an apology, and then that apology is taken right back and replaced with a heart.
âI didnât sleep.â He muttered.
âOhâŠâ Effie mutters when she sees the state of him, âMy darling boy, are you-â
âI have to go.â Sirius whispers.
âWhat?â She asks.
âI have to go.â Sirius says with more urgency, and he scrambles to his feet and makes a run for it.
âShoes, dear!â Effie calls, and Sirius runs right back. He stuffs his feet in his slippers and runs off again, âTeeth!â
Sirius races back and hurriedly brushes his teeth. She calls for him again to change his clothes and eat when he tries to leave again, but he doesnât bother. He just grabs the book and runs, tying not to slip in his slippers.
âWhereâs he going?â James asked, standing his his doorway.
âIm not sure.â Effie said, âHeâs still in his pyjamas. All he had was a book-â
âA blue one?â James asked.
Effie nodded. James rapt his knuckles on the doorframe and ducked his head inside, âLily, heâs doing it!â
âOh, yes!â She shouts back.
James gets a slap on the back of his head, âDid you sneak your girlfriend in over night, James Fleaumont Potter?â
James goes red, âErm⊠no?â
Sirius is rushing. He couldnât get Elvendork up and running, she still needs a few more tweaks. So heâs running there instead. All the way to Remusâ at who knows what time of morning.
When he gets there, heâs panting. He knocks on the door, but thereâs no answer.
Lyall is probably at work, Hope is probably tending to her garden out back, and Remus is no doubt still sleeping. Heâs worse than Sirius, heâll sleep until something wakes him up, meaning heâll sleep through till the next morning if nothing does.
Sirius doesnât wait, heâs around the corner and shoving open Remusâ window, and hauling himself in before he can even think about it.
The desk that usually sits under Remusâ window is not there. So when Sirius dives in head first, expecting to catch himself on a desk, heâs rather shocked to come toppling down to the floor face first.
He groans, splayed out there on the ground, looking at the roof.
âWhat⊠the fuck?â He hears Remus mutter, and he pokes his head up to find that Remus is in the process of rearranging his room.
Sirius furrows his brow and looks at the time, âWhy the fuck are you up and active at seven ten in the morning?â He runs his face and sits up, âWhy are you rearranging your room?â
âI was stressed.â Remus swallowed, âDidnât sleep.â
âWhy?â Sirius groaned, his nose hurts, so he pokes it, which doesnât help.
âLily said you read what I wrote about you in Dorian Gray⊠called me, said you were asking what it meant.â
âYeah, uhm- ow.â Sirius poked his face again.
âDonât do that.â Remus grumbled, reaching for his cane and walking over to help Sirius up.
âSorry.â Sirius yawns, his lack of sleep catching up to him.
âWhy are you up?â Remus asked, âYou donât do anything before nine if you donât have too.â
Sirius smiles, Remus knows him so well, âDidnât sleep either.â
âWhy not?â Remus hummed, casually leaning on his cane in that suave way he does. James doesnât think itâs suave, he tells Sirius itâs just normal, but Sirius knows better than James. Heâs blinded by love, of course he knows better than James.
âWas reading.â Sirius swallowed, holding up the book and wiggling it in his hands, âUh⊠I made some annotations back⊠where they fit.â
Yeah, basically just Remusâ name right beside his own, everywhere, and lots of little moons. He even underlined one very sexy line in the dirty scene that really made him think of Remus, and drew and arrow pointing to it, and wrote both of their names with a heart around them.
âOh.â Remus swallowed, taking the book when Sirius handed it back.
They were both blushing.
âGo on, open it.â Sirius mumbled, nodding for encouragement.
So slowly, tentatively, Remus did. He opened the book, midway through, and found his name, and little moons, and a million hearts scribbled everywhere there was space.
Remus dropped the book.
Sirius leant down to pick it up, because heâs always willing to do things for Remus. He always will be. He buys books with all the money heâs meant to be saving, to put them on his own shelf, so that Remus might browse and find something he likes. He just wants to please Remus. To make him happy. To make his life a little simpler.
âOh, careful, itâs on the brink of falling-â As Sirius stood back up with it, Remus kissed him. Very quick and very short but very on the lips, âapart.â Sirius squeezed out, âOh.â
âOh.â Remus muttered.
âWellâŠâ Sirius swallowed, walking past Remus to put the book down on the desk. Because Sirius is respectful of Remusâ things, always has been, and what he wants to do to Remus right now is probably not very respectful. He turns back, and he grabs him, with everything he has, âYouâre mine now.â
âOhâŠâ Remus mumbled as Sirius kissed him, pulling him down onto the bed, careful to help take the weight off Remusâ hip. Because heâs always thinking of Remus like that.
He lays them down, the way that makes Remus most comfortable, and he presses tight against him, and he kisses Remus with all the strength, and love, and devotion he has.
Sirius never stops buying books, and Remus pretends he never figures out what Sirius is doing. And in their own little house, when they buy one a few years later, Sirius fills a whole room with bookshelves just for Remus, and fills them until theyâre overflowing.
He never gets tired of watching Remus read. And he never gets tired of seeing his own name written down in the margins of whatever love story Remus just finished reading.
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This came to me in a dream. I donât even know why. It was a vision and I just had to write it so⊠enjoy?
Also, I just had the image of the Ben Barnes fancast edits using the Dorian Grey clips in my head whilst writing this so I had to reference it. Iâm pretty sure canonically Dorian doesnât even look remotely like Sirius, and honeslty, that just makes Remusâ pining even more pathetic lamo.
Also, none of these books (besides Dorian) referenced are real. I wrote this between 2-4 am so I really had no brain cells left that could use real references lol. This was just fun.
If youâd like to read more of my stuff you can find it here <3
Wonderful Wolfstar lovers who were interested: @lemongrass77777 @weirdtinkerbellversion @lapassemirroir
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Ao3 being down could not have come at a worse time đ
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Re-Posting Fics;
Hi I have a little follow up? So reposting fics is v bad, that makes sense!
What about if your friend wants to read a deleted fic that you have? Is it ok to share it with one person?
If the author wanted a fic shared, they wouldnât have deleted it.
And why are you advertising you have deleted fics?
Letâs say you share it. Can you control what that person does with the fic? What about the next few people they share it with, can you stop them from putting it online?
I understand the interest in sharing, but you are not respecting the author if you do this.
Letâs say a dear, dear friend lends you their handmade knit top. Then you ask me, a stranger, âcan I lend it to my friend?â And then you do it anyway, and that friend lends it out to someone else, who lends it out to someone else, and suddenly itâs lost to the abyss and you see it listed on Etsy. You see it going viral because someone made a video wearing it on TikTok. Is that what your dear friend wanted? No. Can you take it back? Also no.
Please stop thinking youâre doing something nice by sharing deleted fics.
I probably have 50+ deleted fics. And every time someone asks me if I have one, I make a post like this. I donât tell them if I have it or not, I donât ever share it. I speak out against the sharing of fics.
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James as the sun
Regulus as water
Lily as a flower.
They all contra st each other and make things bloom they're soulmates.
#Jegulily#jegulily#james potter#the marauders#james & peter & remus & sirius#harry potter#Lily Evans#Jegulus#regulily
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Gonna try out Snupin wish me luck!!!
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"Afraid that you'll be just like me"
but its Walburga fearing Sirius being as rebellious as her, but also part of her being scared that he'll end up conforming and staying in the cycle just like she did.
But also it's Euphemia watching 11 year old James coming home and talking exclusively about Sirius Black, and being scared that James will have to go through the same heartbreak she did trying to change Walburgas mind and inevitably not being able to.
#Seventeen sharon van etten#walburga black x euphemia potter#euphemia potter#walburga black#james potter#sirius black#the marauders#They live in my mind now sorry
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Effie x Walburga. That is all I have to say. Also Euphemia and Minerva friendship. And Minerva x Poppy. And also Fleamont being a nerd. But yeah. Euphemia x Walburga. They kissed. More than once.
#I'm actually going insane about them#Euphemia x Walburga#Walburga Black x Euphemia Potter#Walburga Black#Euphemia potter#Someone give her a surname
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Trans rights are human rights.
The uk government and every politician and person that had an impact in the ruling fucking sucks.
The government can't dictate your gender no matter how much they try. You're not less or more of something just because they want you to be. The way you feel and your identity is valid. Your gender or lack of is valid. You are valid.
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I think we need to go back to our roots and start taggig jegulus as a crack ship again. Perhaps this way balanced will be returned to the universe
#Also all slytherin skittles fics should be tagged as crack fics#I miss when crack was used as a tag LMFAO#the marauders#james potter#Jegulus#crack ship#Crack ships are not bad#Crackfic are not bad#Crack ship means its a little unhinged but fun
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Jily first date and it's them sneaking into the forbidden section in the library under James invisibility cloak. They keep tripping into each other and laughing. Lily gets to read books she's dreamt of looking at for years anf then she kisses James before they go back.
Jily second date is them sneaking back into the forbidden section to return the books
#Jily#james potter#Lily Evans#james potter x lily evans#the marauders#sirius black#james & peter & remus & sirius#harry potter#the marauders era#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#Mwpp#mwpp era
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like i'm sorry but we as a fandom have to stay firm on our anti-AI values. we cannot suddenly start giving AI a pass when it's something we "want to see" like destiel kisses. it's not suddenly fine. we're not going to start using AI to make fanfic scenes come to life or audio AI to make characters "say" stuff we want to hear. you have GOT to be firm on your anti-AI stance. if you start making exceptions then suddenly anything will fly. fandom is for real art and creations made by real people. no AI fanfics. no AI art. no AI rendered "bonus" scenes. no AI audio. none of it has a place here.
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i found you in this lifetime and iâll find you in the next. consider this a warning
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I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesnât even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion thatâs there, the unwavering devotion
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I hate people who want a drarry/ PotterxBlack variant im every generation. Alphard x Fleamont, Regulus x James, Harry x Draco, albus x Scorpious.
PICK ONE. YOU CAN'T SHIP ALL OF THEM IF ONE DATES THE OTHER BECOME FAMILY YOU CAN'T. PLEASE JUST PICK ONE IT'S STARTING TO FEEL INCESTIOUS
Controversial on main but if i see another black x potter post i'll lose hope for society
#the marauders#Harry potter#Drarry#Alphard x Fleamont#albus x scorpius#Black x potter#james potter#albus severus potter#Regulus black#fleamont potter#draco malfoy
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After the first war ended and Remus Lupin was left alone he sold all of vinyls not wanting to be bound to the memories the music brought him. Eventually when Cds became a thing he started up a small collection of those along with casettes
#the marauders#james & peter & remus & sirius#harry potter#remus lupin#sirius black#the marauders era#peter pettigrew
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