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Thawing Out

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collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

cw: modern au, chronic pain, one vague suggestive joke

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus woke before dark this morning. Your hair tickled his cheek, and he realized that you’d drawn closer to him in the night, your body half on top of his and his arm curled around your shoulders as though to keep you there. Remus’ other arm was asleep, trapped beneath Sirius’ ribs. Somehow, on a twin bed, the three of you had managed to get close enough that there was room to spare. 

He didn’t move, but something about Remus’ waking must have caught your attention. He saw your eyes open through the darkness. You’d likely already been rousing, as he had, your body gearing up for a practice that wouldn’t be taking place today. You turned your face up to see him, and the two of you shared a fond, sleepy smile. Then you kissed his chin and went back to sleep. 

It had been a late night. Not the bad kind, but it left you all tired nonetheless. After a long day of talking to press, shaking hands, and celebrating your silver medal (not gold, but Remus reasoned that it wasn’t such a bad thing to lose to the undisputed best skating duo in a generation, and after some pouting even Sirius had agreed. When you stood next to Virtue and Moir on the podium, you’d looked so starstruck Remus was worried you’d faint) you’d been eager to be alone with each other. You’d talked until nearly morning, tenderhearted conversations that perhaps might have taken less time if you’d all been less easily distracted by each other or if Sirius hadn’t made that joke about his parents that made you fall off the bed laughing. Remus can’t bring himself to regret the detours. 

Neither of you seem to either, though Sirius laughs when you yawn in line to drop off your baggage at the airport.

“What is that, five yawns since we’ve left?” he teases, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and smushing a kiss to your cheek. “Poor girl.” 

“Shut up,” you mumble, leaning into his side. “I’m not used to being up all night like you are.” 

“Well, you’d better get used to it, baby.” 

Your brow wrinkles. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

Remus laughs, giving Sirius a little shove. Sirius responds by bumping his hip into his own suitcase, forcing Remus to readjust his grip. You shoot Sirius a condemning look. 

In the spirit of good coaching, Remus had volunteered to carry your bags. He’d been more concerned with getting you and Sirius into bed over the last few days than ensuring you were properly stretched out, so when you’d both complained of soreness this morning he felt the need to make it up. You had completely refused and said you’d carry your own, but Sirius had relinquished his hulking suitcase readily; he did, however, insist upon massaging and kissing Remus’ hip for twenty minutes before they left for the airport to prepare it for the journey. 

“Don’t worry,” Remus tells you. “You’ll have plenty of time to sleep in after today.” 

You blink. “No practice?” 

“I think you deserve a couple of days off.” 

“A couple?” Sirius raises an eyebrow. “We just won silver at the Olympics. I’d say we’re due a week at least.” 

Remus eyes him, biting back a smile. “Maybe four days,” he says. 

“God, four days.” You blow out a breath. “What are we gonna do with all that time?” 

Sirius makes a pffting sound. “Like you won’t be at the rink anyway.” 

“Like you won’t be there, too.” 

“Take some actual rest,” Remus chides, ignoring the ridiculous warmth in his chest; it’s obscene how listening to your teasing has become such a comforting familiarity. “You’ve been working hard, you need it.” 

“Alright, Coach,” Sirius says with mock solemnity. “If that’s what you think is best.” 

Remus looks at you. 

You roll your eyes, relenting. “Okay.” 

“Good.” He smiles, winding an arm around your waist and tugging you from Sirius’ hold to press a kiss to your head. 

“Hey!” Sirius protests. 

You laugh. The warmth in Remus’ chest flares again. It’s odd to think about the person he was when he left home to coach you two, and how much has changed since then. Remus had been grieving, a years-long grief, focused only on what he lost and uninterested in trying for anything new. He’d been lonely without knowing it, isolated and purposeless, but you and Sirius had defied his expectations in every way imaginable. He thought he’d simply coach you, take you to the Olympics, and go home. Now, Remus’ sense of home is different than what it was before. 

He wants to stay with you. He’ll coach you and Sirius for as long as you’ll have him, and if someday he’s not what you need anymore he’ll find someone else to coach. He thinks he’ll need to get an apartment instead of an Airbnb, someplace to unpack his things and make his own, preferably with three chairs at the kitchen table and a bed big enough for all of you. He wants to continue feeding off the energy of you and Sirius in your element, readying you for competitions, making you the best you can be. Maybe eventually Remus will get back out on the ice, too. Not like he used to, never to compete, but maybe just for fun. It doesn’t sound so daunting when he imagines skating with you and Sirius alongside him, there to catch him if he falls. 

You’re looking up at him with a small, curious smile. Remus realizes he must be looking mortifyingly in love. “What?” you ask. 

“Nothing.” He kisses you, partly because he wants to and partly to watch your smile bloom in full. It does, and Remus relishes the feeling. Like standing in a pool of sunlight. 

“Oi.” Sirius glares, relaxing only when Remus kisses him, too. He grins and takes another for himself, delivering a playful nibble to Remus’ lip. “That’s more like it.” 

“We’re going to give the woman at the counter a heart attack,” Remus notes. “She looks terribly confused.” 

“Probably just starstruck,” Sirius says without looking. 

“Oh, shit!” You smack your forehead. Remus and Sirius both frown, Sirius taking your hand in his to prevent further damage. “I was going to steal one of the Olympic mugs from the dining hall, and I forgot. I need to find a souvenir.” 

“Ooh, should we get shirts?” Sirius’ expression turns eager. “Something like I went to the Olympics and all I got was this stupid t-shirt.” 

Remus thinks of the silver medal in Sirius’ backpack and actually guffaws. Both you and Sirius beam at him. “I think you got a bit more than that.” 

You laugh and loop your free arm through Sirius’, drawing both boys close. “That’s true.” 

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“He wonders if Sirius knows that even when he doesn’t ask, in your own way, you go to bat for him too.” I love this so much !!!

for thawing out, i see how you've already characterized the reader as kind of the calm, even keeled one of the group and i would LOVE to just see her stand up for herself and absolutely blow up after getting pushed too far by the boys (a little mean of me to want her to go through that but-) but yes i love me a good out of character moment that kind of make the characters be like "oh shit maybe we shouldn't be acting this way-" love you babe 🫶

Hi lovely, idk if this is exactly what you had in mind but thanks sm for requesting! Love you <3

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

cw: modern au, chronic pain, implied past abuse, hurt no comfort (for some)

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 2.9k words

When Remus arrives at your apartment the next morning, Sirius is already standing at the front door. His arms are crossed over his chest as he glowers in Remus’ direction, but it’s difficult to find him very intimidating when his nose is pink from the cold. 

“Oh,” he says, feeling awkward. “Hello.” 

“Hi,” Sirius replies drily. “What are you doing here?” 

Remus shrugs. Fine. If Sirius wants to be a prick (and what else is new), he can do that too. “I didn’t think you’d come. Have you knocked already?” 

“Of course I knocked,” he all but sneers. “Why would you assume I wasn’t going to be here? I said I would be.” 

“I honestly didn’t expect you’d be able to drag yourself out of bed.” 

Sirius looks ready to make a retort, but your door opens. You look surprised to see both boys on your doorstep, your smile tentative. Remus still doesn’t understand how you can do that at such an early hour. 

“Hi,” you say. Then you turn to Sirius, grin widening as you pinch the frozen tip of his nose fondly. “You made it.” 

“Obviously I made it!” The other boy’s voice takes on a wounded tone, and Remus has to tuck a smile into his scarf. Sirius must suspect, because his gaze narrows.

“How did you get this address?” he asks Remus. 

Remus feels his brow crinkle. It’s not as if he’s the one you’re in danger of. 

“He texted me last night, and I gave it to him,” you answer for him. “I sort of assumed you’d oversleep.” 

Sirius makes an indignant scoffing noise, but he appears to have nothing more to say. He seems in especially brutish form today. You’re as unphased by his moods as usual, hooking your arm through his. 

“I’m sorry to get you both up so early, but I suppose two guard dogs are even better than one.” You squeeze Sirius’ bicep affectionately, and the look you send Remus is pure sweetness. “It’s really nice of you both to come.” 

Something warm and fond blooms in Remus’ chest. Sirius mutters some disgruntled sort of assent. 

You grin. “And now, we can all buy our own drinks!” 

“Oh, fuck this then,” Sirius’ irritating pugnacious tone is back, though now it’s at least partly for show. “I didn’t realize that was part of the deal. I want out.” 

You only make an amused pffting sound, pulling him playfully against your side. 

Remus falls back to let the two of you walk alongside each other on the sidewalk. It’s odd and occasionally entertaining to watch you, so entirely familiar and at ease with each other. It’s the sort of relationship Remus hasn’t had in years, and he’s beginning to question whether he ever had a bond quite as close as yours. It’s obvious even from the outside that the pair of you know each other inside and out, and that you love each other just as deeply. But Sirius’ love is another thing entirely; the way he looks at you is almost too painful to witness. 

Remus doesn’t understand why Sirius hasn’t pursued you. He certainly prefers it this way; it makes his job considerably easier with things platonic and professional between the pair of you, but it just doesn’t add up. Sirius strikes him as the sort of cocksure prat who goes for what he wants, every time. He’s certainly arrogant enough to be sure he’ll get it, and admittedly, with his looks and devil-may-care attitude, there aren’t many people Remus can see turning him down. (They definitely should, but they likely wouldn’t.) Perhaps, after knowing him so long and working with him so closely, you’re simply too smart to get entangled with the likes of Sirius Black. 

You do eventually look back to call Remus up to join the two of you. Sirius looks irked at this, and Remus wishes he could say he was more mature, but he goes in large part because of it. You loop your other arm through his and make sure to include him in your conversation the rest of the way to the rink. 

The morning’s practice goes by with much of the same forced camaraderie. You’re friendly and receptive, Sirius is loud and irksome, but overall Remus is pleased with how things are going. You’re improving every day, to a degree Remus can’t help but admire. He can easily see you perfecting this routine by the Olympics in less than a month, which certainly defies his expectations from when he first started coaching you. Sirius is the same as always; he’s not as consistent or as controlled as Remus would like, but he doesn’t seem inclined to change and his form is (though Remus wouldn’t admit it aloud even at knifepoint) truly beautiful to watch. 

By the end, he has only one thing to say. 

“I think we need to up the ante.” 

You look up from where you’re putting on your skate guards, intrigued. “How do you mean?”

“You’re going to perfect this routine.” Remus can say that with confidence now. A nice little bonus is the way your face lights with bashful pride when he does. “You’ll get plenty of execution points from that, but if you want to really compete it wouldn’t hurt to add a higher difficulty move.” 

Sirius looks up, his gaze watchful. 

“What did you have in mind?” you ask.

“A death spiral,” says Remus. “We could fit it in during the lower-level sequence towards the end. You should be ending with more of a crescendo anyway.” 

You’re nodding. “An outside death spiral?” 

“And backwards, if you’re up for it.” 

“No way.” Sirius’ skates are already in his bag. You look over at him, bemused, but he’s looking at Remus. “You can’t fuck with the program this late. It’s only a couple of weeks before we leave.” 

Reluctantly, Remus turns to face him. His eyes are like a brewing storm. “And would you like to medal whilst you’re there?” 

“We don’t need this to medal.” 

“You don’t know what the competition will be like. You need to bring everything you can to the routine.” 

Sirius kisses his teeth. He stands, looking at Remus with barely repressed malice. “A backwards outside death spiral isn’t something you can just toss in at the last minute. We’re only just starting to manage what we have in the routine already! It’s too risky.” 

Remus fights the urge to roll his eyes. Sirius isn’t subtle; it’s clear what this is really about. “She’s going to be fine,” he says firmly, refusing to back down when the other boy's eyes narrow. “She’s perfectly capable of deciding for herself whether she wants to do this, and your feelings cannot be the deciding factor here. The death spiral is a staple of pair routines. You have to take some risks if you want to compete at this level.” 

“Oh, do you?” Sirius’ laugh is cold and dead. “Is that what you did? If it’s so fucking easy, why don’t we get out there so you can show us how it’s done?” He juts his chin towards the ice, jaw set and eyes blazing. “You can let us see how great it works out to take risks.” 

Remus doesn’t even feel the ache in his hip as he takes two quick steps towards Sirius, towering over the other boy with his blood pounding in his ears. Sirius is forced to look up, but he turns his chin up defiantly. His face hardens as he takes in a short, quick breath. 

You cram yourself between them. 

It’s like snapping back into his body. Remus stumbles back, his hip screaming at the hurried motion. He bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste iron, collapsing backwards onto the bench while you put yourself in front of Sirius like a human shield. Your expression is wrathful. 

“Do not do that,” you growl. You reach behind you, taking Sirius’ forearm in your grasp as though to keep him from moving. “God, why do you both have to be such dickheads to each other? We’re done here.” 

You march straight past Remus, dragging Sirius along on your other side like a dog on a leash. He looks about as shell-shocked as Remus feels. Your outburst knocked him flat on his ass, literally. It’s not that Remus didn’t think you were capable of yelling; he suspected you had fangs, but the venom came as a surprise. 

He winces when the door bangs shut behind you. They probably deserve that. He doesn’t envy Sirius, who’s likely to get a lengthy lecture from you on the walk home, but Remus does realize this could mean him losing his job. Trading petty remarks with Sirius had almost begun to feel like part of his role, but he’d never expected to make you so furious. He doesn’t know what it will mean for him that he has. 

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During the entirety of Remus’ long, steamy shower, he cannot stop thinking of the look on Sirius’ face. The way his eyes had almost changed color, going from a murky gray to blue like the hottest part of a flame. He’d looked almost pleading, for half a second after Remus first brought up the death spiral, before his face hardened back into harsh stoniness. He keeps fixating on that look, that second where the dynamic between them seemed on the brink of shifting before it didn’t. But maybe it never could have. Maybe Remus imagined the whole thing; it was only half a second, anyway. 

Regardless, he feels stupid for stooping to Sirius’ level. He’s better than that, he hopes, but in the last few weeks he’s let the other boy bring out the worst in him. He decides that if you don’t fire him, he’s going to try harder to be above it. If Sirius wants to trade insults like a child, Remus can treat him like a child; with patience and a repertoire of aloof platitudes, but he won’t engage with him anymore. 

He’s put on a pair of pajama pants and is moving the waistband to hold a pack of frozen peas to his hip when there’s a knock on his door. He leans back to peer through the window, and there you are, blowing into your hands and shivering on his doorstep. 

Remus groans as he gets up. He was really hoping to have at least one night of relaxation before having to have this conversation. 

You must stop rubbing your hands together when you hear him opening the door. “Hi,” you say. 

“Hi,” Remus replies, amused despite himself. They’re having one of those odd nights where snow falls but doesn’t stick, except to you apparently. Little white flakes are tangled in your hair and dusted across your shoulders. Remus can see some between your eyelashes when you blink. You’re stiff as a board, but there’s no hiding the tiny waves of trembles that shake your frame. 

“I hope it’s okay that I didn’t call first.” Your voice is teetering on the brink of a chitter.

“Yeah, it’s alright.” Remus really shouldn’t feel so warm towards you when you’re likely here to fire (or at the very least, berate) him, but you do look terribly cold. “Would you like to come in?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” You step inside so fast he hardly has time to make room for you, and the sleeve of your coat brushes against his bare chest, making him shiver. Remus realizes then that he’s not wearing a shirt, but he decides not to care; it is his house (or his rental, at least), and you’re the one who showed up unannounced. He’s entitled to be as underdressed as he likes. 

This small bit of indignance, though founded entirely from a battle within himself, reminds Remus to be miffed with you. 

“If you’re going to ask me to apologize to Sirius,” he says, going to the kitchen to put the kettle on (he may be miffed, but he is still Welsh), “you can save it. I have no intention of getting into a row like that with him again, but I was not the one who was being unreasonable.” 

You rub your lips together, nodding. “Yeah, I agree. You shouldn’t apologize to him.” 

Remus feels his eyebrows draw together. “Okay…good. Because I’m not planning on it,” he says, just to be sure you understand. “He was completely out of line.” 

You nod again. “He was.” 

Remus finds his eyes straying to the door while he mulls over whether he’s feeling impolite enough to ask the next logical question. Then what are you doing here?

You take in a breath, letting it whoosh out of you. “I came because I want to apologize.” 

It’s impossible to keep the surprise off his face. “You?” 

“Yeah.” You rock a bit on your feet, and Remus realizes you’re still wearing your coat. Either you don’t plan to stay long, or you’re too anxious to take it off without an invitation. “I’m sorry I shouted at you earlier. It was really harsh—I mean, I was right, but I didn’t need to be cruel about it.” You glance to the side, a bit of bashfulness softening your voice. “I also shouldn’t have called you a dickhead.” 

A little chuckle escapes him. “We were being dickheads.” 

“You were,” you agree, “but I still shouldn’t have said it. I don’t want to be like that. I’m sorry, and I hope you still want to stay with us.” 

You look back at him, your expression intentionally firm but your eyes beseeching, and some part of Remus melts. He and Sirius get into fights all the time—loud ones, with shouting and name calling and absolutely no holds barred—but you snap at them once, and here you are. Having walked here by yourself in the cold because you feel bad about it. 

“Let me get your coat,” he offers.

You take your tea to the couch, where you curl up automatically on the side opposite Remus’, pulling your legs in so he can pass between you and the coffee table. Remus picks his peas back up as he sits carefully, stifling a groan. It’s a bit embarrassing to ice his hip in front of you, but the pain has become too much to ignore. 

You wince as you watch him settle them underneath his waistband. “Is that because of me?” 

He can’t very well tell you the truth when you sound so guilty. “No,” he says. “I have to do this a lot.” That part’s not a lie. 

You nod, still looking sorry. Remus is grateful when you move on quickly. 

“Just so you know,” you say, “Sirius probably won’t apologize to you either.” 

Remus almost snorts. “Yeah, I wasn’t anticipating he would.” 

You smile ruefully. “I know he probably feels bad about saying what he did—he knows he had no right—but he just gets so caught up in anger sometimes. If it helps at all, today was just an especially hard day for him. He’s always…extra on edge around this time of year. You learn not to take the things he says personally.” 

Remus studies you through narrowed eyes. He blows steam off his tea. “Does he do that to you often?” 

You shake your head. “I don’t typically goad him,” you say with no small amount of humor. Or pointedness. 

He lifts a brow. He’s already told you he won’t be apologizing for giving as good as he gets. 

You sigh, your expression going somber. “Listen, I know Sirius can get really—” you shake your head again, blowing out a breath “—really quite hot headed, but you can’t get in his face like that. His life has—well, it’s not my place to tell you about what his life has been, but even when he says things like that, you can’t act all threatening just because you’re having a spat, okay?” 

Remus feels his brow wrinkle. “Threatening?” 

Your face softens. “You looked like you were about to hit him,” you say gently. 

Something inside Remus gutters. “I did?” 

You nod, looking almost apologetic. He feels nauseous. 

“I didn’t…” 

“I don’t think you would have,” you clarify. “I’m not saying I thought you were going to hit him, I just know how Sirius works. And from his perspective, I know how it looked. You can’t do that to him.” 

“I don’t want to do that to anyone.” Remus sounds injured even to his own ears, and so he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to shut out the pained pinch of your mouth. 

“I’m sorry,” he says after a few moments. “I really had no idea that’s how it looked. I think I got too caught up in being angry about what he said, but it won’t happen again.” 

“I know.” Your voice is gentle. You set a hand on his knee, tentative but there. “I didn’t come here to make you feel bad. It’s okay, just…now you know. For next time.” Remus opens his eyes again, and you smile wryly. “You can shout at him all you want. Don’t let him dish it out without making him take it, but just stay away from physical stuff like that, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Remus agrees hoarsely. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t sweat it.” You give his knee a friendly pat, leaning back against the couch cushions and sipping your tea. 

Again, Remus marvels at you. Sirius fights for you every day, whether you ask him to or not, loud and bold and relentless in his devotion to you. He wonders if Sirius knows that even when he doesn’t ask, in your own way, you go to bat for him too.

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ELLIE WILLIAMS — lights៸ camera៸ acción ★ 2

SYNOPSIS ✶ They've never spoken. Never shared a screen, never crossed paths beyond red carpets and distant glances. But when an interview question goes off–script and the answer is unexpectedly honest — the internet spirals.

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‎⋆ read part 1 ‎⋆ has yet to be proofread ⋆ female reader ‎⋆ no use of Y/N ‎⋆ quiet ellie ‎⋆ fluff ‎⋆ kissing ⋆

The world works in ways you couldn't predict, and it was no longer a matter of uncertainty for you. There was so much for you to feel, and to say you were keeping yourself at arm's length from Ellie Williams would've been an understatement.

And so, let it be known to the world that you were embarrassed. Heart clawing at your ribs, mind bloated with the uneasy fear that she might think you foolish.

(Not that any of that was true. Ellie had been beaming more often, under the showerhead as water cascaded down her body, mid–laughter with Dina, when Jesse nudged her shoulder with some childish jab just to stir the pot.)

Still, both of you wrote it off as nothing more than a soundbite. A one–liner. Because finding someone attractive wasn't precisely earth–shattering, and Ellie Williams was indeed attractive.

So you feigned normalcy through your days, slept soundly through your nights. And Ellie did too.

But as the days went by, and the idle talk around you slowly wound down, the universe seemed to take quiet pleasure in weaving you into something far more than just whispers.

You've seen Ellie Williams often enough, sometimes in places you never expected. Though, no words were spoken between you, only lingering glances and soft smiles. Usually hers first, sometimes yours. A quiet part of you wished for a friendly conversation, like how one woman would simply reach out to another, bound by the unspoken understanding of womanhood.

You can see enough that both of you have woven some kind of wall, a boundary you both silently swear not to cross, because it's easier that way, for you and for Ellie too.

But as you deemed, life moves in ways you cannot foresee, folding and unfolding beyond your grasp. Because now, there you stood before a pretty woman, her face subtle, serious at first glance, but softening whenever you took a closer look.

She was reading a document, her eyes silently tracing the letters while her right hand tapped softly on the page. You weren't quite sure what to do, so you just watched her from a distance. What were the odds that you were both cast in the same quiet scene of a movie neither of you knew the script to?

"Hello. . ."

As her mind slowly tumbled into awareness, Ellie looked up, her eyes blinking as if she hadn't expected to see you there too. For a moment, there was a flicker of surprise in her gaze, subtle but unmistakable. You offered her a tentative smile.

". . . Didn't expect to see you here."

She smiled, so charming, and you both felt a little sheepish, like teenagers caught in the first stirrings of something new. It wasn't awkward entirely, more like two strangers who'd only ever existed in the quiet corners. Even so, this was an uncommon occurrence. It was strangely electrifying, like the first spark of a secret crush.

And so it began, strange as it was, the prologue to your little romance.

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Not a day goes by without the two of you seeing each other on set. You've grown quite fond of one another. Always finding yourselves tucked into the same spot during breaks, scripts open between you, lines exchanged in low voices that never feel like just rehearsing.

And Ellie often brings you your favorite coffee, despite having made it clear she finds the taste and smell unpleasant. Still, on certain mornings, she'll wander into cafés steeped in that rich aroma, just to see your face softens when she places the cup in your hands.

And during filming, whenever dramatic lines were spoken, an undeniable chemistry awakened between you. So vivid that people began to murmur that there was something unraveling between you two. Ellie's exasperated looks, the way every flicker of emotion played across your faces and echoed in your words. Sometimes just one take was enough, because the feeling was already alive in the moment.

But honestly, you've never even kissed. Yet sometimes, when she jokes or when her fingers softly brush back your hair, you can't help but wonder what it might be like.

The truth is, the tie between you wasn't built on what you'd done. It lived in everything you held back. But no one else knew that. And you were afraid that any step beyond might break it all. So you kept it at bay. Just to hold a sliver of Ellie Williams's affection.

Still, sometimes when you were alone between breaks, lying on the floor with Ellie — a habit you'd both slipped into — she would simply gaze at you. Silently, with a tenderness in her eyes, her fingers resting lightly on your cheeks as she traced every detail. Your lashes, the curve of your lips, the shape of your nose. Sometimes she'd keep watching until you drifted off to sleep, lips parted just so. And in those moments, her touch said everything she couldn't put into words.

"Pretty girl."

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"Who's your celebrity crush right now?"

Interviews with you were Ellie's favourite, mostly because neither of you could stay serious for long, finding something to laugh at in almost everything. She'd lean into it with ease, sprinkling in unscripted remarks and brushing them off with that playful smile, calling it PR charm.

But Ellie knew deep within, it wasn't a facade.

"You, definitely. Yeah."

Ellie replied, and you couldn't help but grin, looking at her with that knowing expression.

"Oh God, you're so–"

Your hands hovered in front of her face in an exaggerated gesture, like you were about to squish her cheeks, caught somewhere between amused and flustered.

Ellie took one of your hands and laughed, and you let her. Slowly, a few heartbeats later, her fingers still lingered, gently rubbing the side of your palm, soothingly, because she knew you liked it. And you knew what people would say about it, but honestly, you didn't mind. There was a strange comfort in their words, a quiet thrill in being the subject of their gaze, together.

With each exchange, the room hummed with a kind of light, and playful warmth.

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And what if the first kiss you shared was during filming?

What if the weight behind it, the way Ellie's hands cupped your face, the way she kissed you like she meant every second of it, was because she wanted you, completely, ardently, just for herself?

You were keenly aware of every inch she touched. The firm hold on your cheeks, her skin pressed against yours, and you hadn't felt this way in what felt like forever.

So you surrendered into her kiss, letting it consume you wholly, until the director's sharp voice cut through, yelling, "Cut!"

Breathless as you were, when you looked at Ellie, all you wanted was to draw her near again, to let her kiss you until your skin was ablaze and breathing became impossible.

And just as the moment hung there, suspended between you, Ellie smiled at you, mischief dancing in her eyes.

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ELLIE WILLIAMS — lights៸ camera៸ acción ★ 1

SYNOPSIS ✶ They've never spoken. Never shared a screen, never crossed paths beyond red carpets and distant glances. But when an interview question goes off–script and the answer is unexpectedly honest — the internet spirals.

actress ! ellie ♡ • part 2 on my blog •

You were on time for the interview.

The questions began effortlessly, almost breezy at first. Your latest role, the buzz around the film's premiere, and the exciting projects you have lined up. One after another, they came. It was becoming something you were all too familiar with by now. You answered them all, media–trained responses on standby just in case. Everything was smooth until the very end, when the interviewer decided to shake things up.

They started randomizing the questions, turning to the audience, pulling in "this or that," some personal favorites, and finally. . .

"Okay, tell us. . . blow the whistle. Who d'you think is the most attractive celebrity right now?"

Laughter played on your tongue, scanning the room like you were looking for an out. A part of you considered dodging it, maybe twisting it into something wise or thoughtful. And yet, there were no eyes on you. No knowing looks from the team, no silent cues to perform. So you just. . . decided to wild out.

You had them that smile. The one that says "I'm thinking" — but truth is, you already knew. And you've known for a while.

"Ellie Williams," you said.

The room paused. Undoubtedly, because no one had expected that.

They thought you'd name a guy. Someone familiar. Especially after that exhausting tabloid mess where people swore you were "flirting" with a male co–star, when really, you were just being polite. But this? This was deliberate.

You've seen Ellie Williams backstage at festivals, and in the velvet–drenched glow of afterparties. You've seen her on your feed. Fragments of her sets, the gleam of her red carpet glide, behind the scenes at award shows. Press junkets and panels where she walks in like she's not the moment, even though everyone knows she is. And yes, she's beautiful, seamlessly so.

So when the video of the interview aired, when people around the world decoded it, it became another hit.

Clips went viral. Edits surfaced overnight, your scenes next to hers, layered with soft piano or slowed–down alternative tracks. Fan pages posted side–by–sides of red carpet glances that probably meant nothing but suddenly looked like everything. Some people claimed they knew. Others were just wailing in the comments.

You honestly didn't think people would care so much.

You weren't even trying to make a moment. You were just answering a question.

And then came the final stroke. The kind of twist that turns murmurs into full–blown conversations.

Another event. Though you weren't there, Ellie was.

She was doing what she always did. Signing for fans, talking to them in that low, thoughtful way she did when cameras were half–watching, laughing softly at inside jokes with strangers. Flash after flash. Paps shouting questions over one another, most of them forgettable.

Until one rose above the clamor.

"Have you heard what she said?"

The video didn't cut. Someone was filming from their phone, a little shaky. Ellie didn't look up right away. She was signing a poster, your movie, actually. One you weren't even in together, just happened to premiere in the same week as hers.

For a moment, she stayed quiet. So calm. They assumed she turned it into another meaningless question.

Then, just as she handed the poster back to a fan, she looked up.

Ellie didn't look at the camera. Not at the press. Just somewhere slightly off to the side.

And smiled. . . slyly.

It wasn't a fake one. Not for show. Just a little sharp around the edges. Knowing. Like she had heard it, and that she wasn't surprised. Like maybe she'd been thinking about it too.

Best believe you went scarlet. So stunned, and speechless. Your friends were losing it right beside you.

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wolfstar

crimson rivers by bizarrestars ♡

regulus black was fifteen the first time his name was called at a reaping. he's twenty-five when it happens to him again. a lot has changed in that time, and one of them is that he's ready to do whatever it takes to make it home. nothing or no one will stop him, not even james potter.

james potter has no plans to stop regulus black from making it home. in fact, his plans revolve around the opposite. he has his reasons, but he's made his choice to get regulus out of the arena, even knowing it'll be the last thing he ever does.

sirius black was sixteen when he volunteered to take his little brother's place in the arena. at twenty-six, without the option to do it again, he has no choice but to be a mentor to his brother and best friend, knowing that only one of them can make it back out.

two names called, a mentor on the verge of falling apart, and more secrets and grief between all of them than they know how to handle. none of them are prepared for what comes next, or how far they'll go to make it through.

if i could give you the moon by malecstsc

“The moon is so beautiful,” Sirius whispered, eyes wide as he stared at it in the sky, the light bouncing off of his awed face.

I would give it to you, Remus thought helplessly, eyes transfixed on something so much more beautiful than the orb that he resented in the sky. Just take it out of the sky and hand it to you. I would give you anything you asked for.

pair of tossers with a cat by moonymoment

something seemed to dawn on remus then; something so obvious he couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. he frowned and looked at sirius quizzically. “what?” “are you…” Remus began, gaping slightly, “jealous of the cat, sirius?” sirius looked down. “I’m not jealous of the cat.” “you’re jealous of the cat!” “I am not jealous of the bloody cat.”

remus finds a stray cat on the street and brings it in. sirius is not impressed. chaos ensues.

or : where sirius is one of the biggest rock stars of the moment, and remus is obsessed with him.

36 questions by haey1

“the experimental generation of interpersonal closeness,” remus read aloud. “it’s questions that are supposed to make people fall in love. It’s just some dumb muggle thing,” sirius said. remus nodded and started scanning through the questions. “huh, sounds fun,” he said casually. “wanna do them?”

after sirius writes to andromeda about his crush on his best friend, remus lupin, andromeda sends them the 36 questions designed to make people fall in love. when sirius and remus are alone at Hogwarts over christmas, they take the time to do them together.

veritaserum by haey1

"we told the house elves we wanted to learn more about baking so we’ve slipped veritaserum into the brownie batter and we’re going to make sure it’s delivered to the slytherin table. we already got one batch done,” james said. remus paled and looked down at the brownie crumbs in his lap. “they didn’t happen to be the ones on sirius’ side table, were they?” three sets of eyes landed on remus very quickly. “oh no,” said peter worriedly.

remus accidentally eats some brownies laced with veritaserum.

flashing lights by moonyargento

remus lupin would do anything to make sirius black his, even chase him at every step he took.

or : where sirius is one of the biggest rock stars of the moment, and remus is obsessed with him.

gold rush by sensetia

james pulled sirius into his arms immediately, hugging him tightly, “you’re okay. it’s gonna be okay,” he murmured softly, rubbing sirius’s back.

“I’m in love with him,” sirius said miserably as he cried.

“I know. I know. it’s okay,” james said soothingly. sirius pulled back and wiped his face, “you knew he had a boyfriend.” james frowned sadly, “I- yeah. I honestly thought you knew. I had no idea, no idea that he hadn’t told you.”

just what the doctor ordered by wrappedup

this is the story of how sirius black finds a dog. except, it's not really that.

this is the story of how sirius black finds a dog and meets a skilled veterinary surgeon with crinkly eyes and dimples in his cheeks. except, that's not really it either.

this is the story of how sirius black finds a dog, meets a skilled veterinary surgeon with crinkly eyes and dimples in his cheeks, and grows the fuck up (at least a little bit).

no bright line by lady_grey

in which sirius is a famous actor who has stopped believing in authenticity, remus is a historian with a complex relationship to memory, and lily is the brilliant filmmaker who brings them together. james and harry are there too, although they mostly just want to enjoy the beach.

a brief history of dragons by eyra

it's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. yhe sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea.

sirius moves to cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

banana pancakes by mo0nsocks

the man put down the drink with a little clink, looking down bashfully. cute, sirius thought. “it was hm—a gig.” “a gig?” the man nodded. “I’m a musician, as you probably put together. sometimes schools will ask if I can perform there,” he shrugged. huh. “why schools though?” the man blinked, a slow lopsided smile forming. sirius felt like he was missing something but was very content watching the way the red, slightly swollen lips from the steaming tea slid into a toothy smile. “I think you can figure that out on your own,” he replied.

or : my love letter to early 2000s nostalgia, jack johnson, banana pancakes, and wolfstar.

this feels like a dream by sensetia

“what’s that?” sirius interrupted suddenly, pointing at remus. remus blinked, shocked to be addressed. he and sirius hadn’t spoken at all in days. “what?” Remus asked, looking down at himself to see if anything was out of place. sirius swallowed, his expression unreadable, “on your neck.” remus instinctively covered the spot he knew chase had been sucking on only minutes earlier, “um-“

the wolves of census division 23 by divenire_e

a tattoo artist who needs attention. a wildlife filmmaker with the occasional wi-fi.

it takes forty days for sirius black and remus lupin to fall in love.

well, no, that’s not true. it happens way faster than that. but it does take them forty days to realize it.

saccharine by moonymoment ♡

and, well. he was twenty-five, and he had not had one single non-work related conversation all day. all week, really. and now - now his fridge was talking to him. his fridge was arranging letters into coherent words and all remus could seem to think was that he really fancied an iced tea right now, and, well… stranger things have happened.

or : remus moves into a new apartment. there is a ghost living in his fridge who insults his ties and tells him when he has missed calls and leaves out his favourite mug on a morning, and he learns to be very, very okay with it.

the debatable ethics of unregulated potion testing by barkatthemoon

a freak potions accident leaves remus completely invisible, the consequence? experiments with the invisibility potion.

when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed (you put me on and said I was your favorite) by barkatthemoon ♡

remus lupin has been happily dating caradoc dearborn for almost a year and a half.

sirius black has been dating caradoc for a year.

neither of them know about the other.

neither of them are very happy when they discover that the other exists.

the benefits of panicked decision making by barkatthemoon

remus lupin, in a state of frenzied panic, flashes a robber his chest. the robber takes a picture and leaves. sirius black, who just wanted his change back from the cashier at the gas station, is very surprised when he lifts his shirt. he's also kind of into it.

a story of bad first impressions, misunderstandings, and the discovery that, apparently, the way to a man's heart is through the nipples.

stockholm syndrome by messrslot

“you can’t identify with your captor in an hour,” remus looked up at him.

“oh, I don’t know.. maybe it’s like falling in love? it can happen,” barty snapped his fingers, “like that.”

hurling crowbirds at mockingbars by wrappedup

“he’s coming home, james. what the hell am I meant to do with that? It’s been eight fucking years and we’re meant to... what? just meet him at the pub? buy him a drink like-” he shakes his head. “what will I do with my face?”

james takes a sip of lemonade, taking his role as designated driver very seriously as always. he has a smudge of dirt on his nose from ‘wrestling a conifer the size of a bear’, but sirius doesn’t think to mention it because he’s somewhat preoccupied with his own problems, which, for the avoidance of doubt, are many and insurmountable. “your face?”

“yes, exactly! It’ll give me away the second he sees me. he’ll know right away that eight bloody years has done nothing at all to dampen it down. dripping with hurt. as if I don’t still feel-”

you are the apple by rollercoasterwords

father remus lupin usually thinks of himself as a good person; he runs a youth group, takes shifts in the confessional every sunday, and sticks to all of his vows (yes, even the one of celibacy). but he begins to think he's being punished when sirius black starts showing up in his confessional booth every week, describing in painstaking detail all the very, very sinful thoughts he's been having.

the video by starchaser89

sirius sends his boyfriend a video, but he‘s occupied with work.

the making of the map by brownleaves ♡

remus thinks the map might be flirting with him. no – he doesn’t think. it definitely is.

listen to me sigh by brownleaves

remus overhears sirius late at night and can’t help taking matters into his own hands.

bite mine instead by brownleaves

remus has a habit of biting his lips. sirius can’t stop staring.

to make you feel by brownleaves

when sirius sets his mind to something, he's used to getting what he wants. until one day he doesn't.

(he wants to fuck Remus, really bad, but just as friends of course!)

nobody's father, everybody’s daddy by brownleaves

sirius decides it’s a good idea to call remus ‘daddy’ for the first time at a party with all their friends. he never did think things through.

the bonds of friendship by brownleaves

remus and sirius have been spending too much time together so james decides to teach them a lesson… by making them spend more time together?

touch me, baby (put your lips on mine) by seanleannan

and here's the fucking thing. of course this was a bad idea - sirius is the queen of bad ideas. but what was he supposed to do? he'd had a taste of remus and it had consumed him entirely. he didn't just want more - he needed more. he’d had a glimpse into the darkness and now he wanted to embrace it fully, and so he'd pushed to see how far remus would bend before he broke. in hindsight, touching benji might have been pushing a tad too far, but hindsight is a bitch and so is sirius.

oh, we’re so pretty! 1980 by moonysasrsescar

our sweet gay boys going to a concert in london! and then (almost) fucking in an alley way and completely fucking back at home. they’re in love, it’s 1980, what’s a girl to do.

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wolfstar

candy crush by bizarrestars ♡

"come on, moony," sirius needles, softening his voice the way he does when he's at a pub, flirting on purpose. he curls his fingers along remus' jaw, tracing a soft line to his chin, reaching up to tap the side of the lolly's stick. "I can't have any?"

"you can have your own, if you want one so badly," remus mutters, and his voice drops lower, too, matching sirius', except rougher. his gaze roams sirius' face, which means he's not completely oblivious to the fact that sirius is up to something. he's not stopping it, though, so that's enough for sirius to keep right on going.

"I don't want my own; I want yours. It's always better when it's yours," sirius murmurs, and when he tugs gently on the stick of the lolly, remus' teeth clamp down on it, flashing incisors. sirius sees it happen, and his stomach gives a very visceral flip.

or : remus is trying to quit smoking, so he can almost always be found with a lolly sticking out of his mouth, which wouldn't necessarily be an issue if sirius didn't constantly steal them.

one fish [+podfic] by xinasvoice

inspired by this tweet: "just watched a man bringing home a goldfish on the train accidentally pop the bag- fish flops on the floor. Three people swarm to save him (the fish not the man). guy chugs the last of his coffee and throws the fish in his cup. lady next to him empties in her bottle of water." so this is that, only wolfstar.

of barnacles and mermen [+podfic] by xinasvoice ♡

a deserted island is the perfect new home for a werewolf who is sick of chains, cells, ministry regulations, and—to be perfectly honest—humans in general. only, remus hadn’t realized that, while the island itself may be deserted, the reef surrounding it is home to an unusually beautiful and territorial merman.

beets by orphan_account

on a short homestay in france, sirius gets to know his host family, in particular the adorable remus lupin. when he attempts to cook them dinner, however, a slight miscommunication leads to...revelations.

nowhere now, but here by svpportive

each time sirius invites himself along or purposefully makes alone time with him, remus' heart seems to rise and drop simultaneously, because he knows the real reason it's happening.

written in our scars by orphan_account

remus lupin enjoys his job working at the famed hair salon with sirius and james. pining from afar for the exuberant stylist, remus is certain nothing will come of it. but sirius black has other ideas.

one, all in black [+podfic] by xinasvoice

it’s all hallow’s eve. sirius is dressed all in black, and it’s driving remus a little bit insane. the lipstick isn’t helping.

hot pink by brownleaves

some pink lacy underwear leads sirius to an important realisation.

hey, i just met you (& this is crazy) by thesoundofsirens

sirius has to score a fake number to prove a point. remus is a little too willing to play along.

mess is mine by chasingbluefish

snapshots of remus and sirius and their life together post-second war. in which they have a cottage, pets, a garden, and deal with coming back together.

miles to go before I sleep by orphan_account

working the front door at a posh block of flats, remus lupin spends their nights watching the door, and occasionally taking a sleep-walking airius black back to the arms of his flatmate. pining quietly, everything changes for remus one night when sirius' sleep-walking leads to comfort and emotional revelations.

feel something by lovingremus

remus has never really grasped how some people feel very neutral about kissing. it had never been like him to snog random people at parties. sirius, on the other hand, happens to be a prime example of that person.

o no I hope I don't fall by everythingbutcoldfire

remus and sirius are roommates in their late twenties. they’re on a weekend trip to see a t. rex cover band and to rent a boat for shiggles.

crude and proud by beesandjam

remus and sirius are soulmates and whatever they write on their arms appears on the other person's.

where are we now? by lady_grey

the berlin stories : sirius meets a familiar stranger while visiting berlin. everything is different. everything is the same.

larry stylinson

perfect storm by cherrystreet ♡

what do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? you can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. fake it ‘til you make it. you know, for the sake of the wedding.

harry and louis choose the latter.

for better, worse and mischief (i'm all yours) by redorchid

the one direction pr management team decides that harry needs to get married. harry doesn't want to. louis comes up with the perfect solution to the problem.

(working title: fake!husbands whooot!)

in that bright white noise by orphan_account

blind dates are usually destined to go terribly, so louis doesn't exactly trust his friends when they say they've set him up with gemma's younger brother, harry, at an evening bonfire they're attending. luckily, harry's much hotter and kinder than louis thought he'd be, which is a relief. he's also really fucking good at sex, which is just a wonderful bonus.

(bonfires, beer, friendships, hook-ups and fluff)

fugue by iwillpaintasongforlou ♡

harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis tomlinson's biggest fan. he wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and louis tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. the doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. the only thing that feels the same is how he feels when louis touches him, and maybe that's enough to make him fall in love all over again.

elementary by iwillpaintasongforlou

harry is a kindergarten teacher who's been roped into coaching a youth footie league, despite the fact that he doesn't know the first thing about football. louis is the father of one of the girls in harry's class who thinks he could coach circles around harry (he can).

pretty boy by iwillpaintasongforlou ♡

harry's been forced into a high-class prostitution ring because his heroin-addicted mother is too strung out to realize that her boyfriend is pimping out her son. louis is the crown prince of england and gets into a lot of mischief and thinks it's normal to pay prostitutes to "get a good night's sleep." they probably aren't meant to see each other beyond that one random night, but then again, they probably aren't meant to see each other at all.

fumbling in the dark by grand buzz (quodpersortem)

louis is straight, harry is not. they still shag a lot.

I can feel it take a hold by louislittletomlintum

“do you always swim in the nude?” louis broke the silence, his smile growing when harry felt his blush deepen. “sometimes,” harry answered wearily, pushing his hair back in the hopes that it would maybe not look quite as dishevelled as it felt. “mm,” louis hummed, cocking his head to the side like he didn’t quite believe him. harry felt properly studied under his gaze. “and what was your plan?”

“my plan?” harry countered. the water licked at louis’ legs, darkening his hair and wetting the back of his shorts where he was sitting. “well. you were obviously wanting to get my attention,” louis mused, Harry blushing further. “so what are you going to do with it now that you’ve got it?”

or : the one where it’s call me by your name but with; developed frontal lobes, oranges instead of peaches, golden by harry styles, and a happy ending.

your best line ever by green_feelings

university au, in which harry has a terrible job and lies about his name to drunk people, louis is one of the drunk and has to move out of his flat, liam shaves his hair because he fights with zayn, zayn protects liam from creepy stalkers and niall always has a solution, because he knows just about every person relevant.

a distant hazy light by green_feelings

life’s pretty ordinary for harry. he lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. if he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

or : harry’s working on taking louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

that's how I know by allwaswell16

louis tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at augustus university. when he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, english professor harry styles. although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more harry gets to know louis, the more he likes what he sees.

or : the one where harry’s african grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

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i can’t believe i’m back in my larry ‘phase’ but tbh they read like fictional people to me? like i adore louis and harry but when i read these fics i see them as fictional bc reading about real people feels weird to me idk if im making sense

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wolfstar

rourke by sreka ♡

when wildlife filmmaker sirius black arrives on a remote antarctic island for a year-long assignment, he isn't phased by the freezing wind, the perpetual darkness, or the hostility he meets from some of the biologists at the research base. he is used to living an itinerant existence. he is comfortable with unforgiving conditions. he expects the world to treat him harshly. but he does not expect to fall in love.

larry stylinson

this wicked game by cherrystreet ♡

an au in which the bachelor is gay, louis is a contestant, harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

a distant hazy light by green_feelings

life’s pretty ordinary for harry. he lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. if he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

or : harry’s working on taking louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

I can feel it take a hold by louislittletomlintum

the one where it’s call me by your name but with; developed frontal lobes, oranges instead of peaches, golden by harry styles, and a happy ending

in this world, it‘s just us by aceofheartz ♡

louis is a world class insomniac. lucky for him, there‘s a 24-hour diner just around the corner and just like he figured, the cute waiter is much better company than the bright screen of his laptop.

we should open up by aceofheartz

louis tomlinson and harry styles do not like eachother. they used to, a long time ago, they were best friends, even. it was the kind of friendship that made people jealous, the kind that felt unshakable, inevitible.

but then, everything fell apart. It was ugly, the kind of falling out that left bruises. they haven‘t spoken in three years now, but now niall is getting married, and of course, harry is invited. louis has to endure an entire week of harry‘s presence, forced to put on happy faces for the wedding.

let‘s see if they make it out in one piece.

the light to guide me home by star_henderson

the one where harry and his friends hit vegas for post uni blow out, he meets a bar owner called louis who rocks his world. pure lust overtakes them both but it's more, it's just so much more than that.

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wolfstar

falling into place by greeneyedgoddess

there's always been something special about remus lupin, even if it's taken sirius black until his seventh year to realize it. too bad he spends so much time agonizing over his changing feelings that he loses his chance. in which remus acts like an idiot, marlene is the snarky voice of reason, james is a mother hen, peter is confused, and sirius is seriously jealous.

summer bike rides by wanderingbandurria

every day, this cute boy on his bike passes by sirius.

flier by spacepuppies (cabintardlock)

remus is just trying to get to his classes. he didn't ask to be so intrigued by the too-attractive man he passed everyday, who never seemed to lose passion with his mantras and his fliers.

wallet by spacepuppies (cabintardlock)

sirius is an auror who goes to a muggle coffee shop sometimes to relax. remus is a thief with a rather unique way of pick pocketing.

reindeer games by maddy_does (favefangirl)

truth or dare is the perfect opportunity for sirius to see what the strange feelings brewing between he and remus really mean.

black valentine by realityshowjunky

remus and sirius like to break up to make up. lily and james just wish they wouldn't do it so loudly.

stood up by chillsoya

remus needs to get over sirius. sirius disagrees.

I'm so proud (of being loved by you) by realityshowjunky

sirius black and remus lupin are truly, madly, deeply in love. there’s just one problem: sirius’ best friend can never find out.

breakfast in bed by pixelated (prettyremus)

“you’re wearing my clothes,” sirius says stupidly. remus looks down at himself, tugging at the hem of the shirt before looking back at sirius. “sorry. I should’ve asked. should I take them off?”

good luck, babe! by writtenicarus

“remus is back.” lily says, finally, on behalf of james. in another life, sirius would have laughed. a life where he is mature enough to have handled the strongest senses of his emotions. he would have been able to laugh and crack a joke. in a life alternate to that, he would have simply nodded and dismissed the conversation altogether. he could be accepting. unfortunately, there is only this life. the life in which he, ungracefully, falls off of his chair. right, onto the floor and crashes into the hallway next to the open kitchen. and when he does - he lands on his back. and when he winces, turning his head, there he is. remus is standing awkwardly in their hallway, having just watched sirius fall arse first into the hallway. fuck. fucking hell.

or : in which sirius learns that to be loved, is to be changed. forgiveness is something that comes from within.

larry stylinson

falling into your ocean eyes by beautyandbravery

harry's stupidly gone for his best friend louis and decides to do something about it.

your best line ever by green_feelings

university au, in which harry has a terrible job and lies about his name to drunk people, louis is one of the drunk and has to move out of his flat, liam shaves his hair because he fights with zayn, zayn protects liam from creepy stalkers and niall always has a solution, because he knows just about every person relevant!

for as long as I can remember (it's been december) by green_feelings ♡

after recovering from a severe accident that causes harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to london to start his life over as a star chef. little does he know that when he falls in love with louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, harry chasing memories that won’t come back, louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, liam being torn between two of his best friends, zayn as a moral compass and niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

stuck in the middle with you by green_feelings ♡

when harry starts university, he finally gets to spend every day with louis again. they have been friends since forever, and would do anything for each other. given that, harry doesn't hesitate to pose as louis' boyfriend once he finds out that his new roommate is no other than louis' crush.

cue the usual. and maybe a bit of the unusual.

that's how I know by allwaswell16

louis tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at augustus university. when he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, english professor harry styles. although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more harry gets to know louis, the more he likes what he sees.

or : the one where harry’s african grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

apple pie baked just right by 28goldensfics

louis has to get away. the news of his father’s terminal diagnosis, the loss of his job, and the breakup with his girlfriend leads louis to leave for a life of slower things in the small town of cedar hills.

his new neighbor is the cox family apple farm. harry styles, the oldest child of the cox family, might just teach him how to live life a little simpler, bake an apple pie, and breathe.

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lift doors and guardian angels

firefighter!James Potter x plus-sized!reader who is stuck in an elevator [942 words]

CW: fem!reader, reader worries about her size, brief mention of body insecurity, James being a brazen flirt even when he’s working

Your displeasure was two-fold. 

You were disappointed; having officially missed class as you sat rather dejectedly on the floor of the lift-turned-prison that decided to go on strike with you still inside of it. 

You were also anxious, because soon there was going to be a team of people trying to get you out of here, likely accompanied by an audience, and the thought of being so thoroughly witnessed by a group of strangers caused something to twist unpleasantly in your gut. 

You didn’t find yourself to be a particularly insecure person. You’d done a lot of work to carry yourself with an assured confidence that sometimes waxed and waned, though you figured you could hardly blame that on your size; you suspected that was a relatively universal experience. But picturing someone trying to weasel you out of a rather tight opening or – God forbid – having to lift you out of a tight opening was not a reality you were prepared to face. 

God, apparently, had other plans. 

You’d have to discuss this with her later.

“Hey there!” A rather cheery voice sounded from the otherside of the closed lift door. “Everyone okay in there?”

“I-” you tried, voice cracking and causing you to pause in order to clear it. Great, this is going well already. “I’m fine. It’s- erm, it’s just me in here.”

“Brilliant.” The voice sounded again, apparently not nearly as concerned about any of this as you were. “Now, you’re going to hear us fussing a bit over here, but don’t mind us, alright? We’re going to start with getting the door open, but the doors have a few layers we need to get through to get to you. Sound alright?”

“Alright.” You offered warily, and you’re not sure why, but you could almost sense the beaming smile being directed at you through the (multi-layered) lift doors. 

“That’s great, sweetheart; I’ll be quick.” 

You did, indeed, hear some fussing from the otherside of the door; the sound of metal, latches being shifted, doors being shoved aside, more latches, another click, a grinding sound, and then-

“There you are!”

The messiest head of curls you’d ever seen shoved its way into your enclosure, paired with a rather charming pair of round, wire-rimmed glasses and a beaming smile that produced matching dimples on either cheek. 

“Hi…”

The man’s smile softened slightly at the sight of you before he seemed to remember himself. 

“Sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself yet; how rude. My name’s James, I’m here with the fire department.”

“Hi James.” You greeted, though you felt the blood drain from your face when you registered the fact that James was currently just a head and shoulders floating approximately four feet above you, with a gap of maybe four feet above him meaning you were going to have to be hoisted out of the lift and you were going to be shoved through a tight opening in front of the various boots and shoes – likely attached to human bodies – that you could see walking behind James’ head. 

“Hi. What’s your name, gorgeous?” James tried. You offered your name in turn, but it must have been clear on your face that you were more focused on how exactly you were meant to get the fuck out of here.

“Hey, you leave the hard work to me, yeah?” James tried, his dimples making another appearance as he smiled encouragingly at you seeing the corners of his eyes crinkling in response. “Getting you out of here is my job, you just keep being your beautiful self.”

“How are you going to get me out of here?” You asked; ignoring the rather brazen flirting for a professional as well as the way your heart fluttered in response to it in favour of performing intricate maths equations in your head which ultimately concluded that you were going to live in this lift now. 

“It’s not too high, yeah? I figure you’ll be able to turn around and put your back here,” he explained, slapping the concrete wall of the lift between floors with a bare hand, “I’ll get my hand under your arms and around your torso, and then hoist you up.” 

Your eyes flickered up to meet his, apparently translating how much you did not enjoy this plan. 

“What?” He queried, tilting his head like a cocker spaniel. “Don’t you trust me?”

You let out a high-pitched, startled laugh as you looked back down at where his hand rested against the exposed concrete. You felt that – despite only knowing James for all of two and a half minutes – you probably could trust him. But…

“I don’t know…” 

“That’s alright, sweetness,” James shrugged with a smile, “Fortunately for you, I do know. You ready?”

Another laugh – bordering hysterical – left your lips as you took a small step towards him. “I’m pretty heavy.”

James’ brows furrowed almost imperceptibly before he seemed to realize what your hold up was. Suddenly he was smiling rather salaciously at you. 

“Well, I’m pretty strong.” He offered with a wink.

It managed to elicit another laugh out of you, which seemed to please James. You watched his smile soften as he beckoned you closer. 

“Come on gorgeous, let’s get you out of here, hm? I couldn’t live with myself if  I left such a pretty girl stranded in a finicky lift.”

Reminding God that you would have some choice words for her later, you conceded to the protection of this guardian angel; following his instructions as he embraced you with two strong arms, promising one last time that “he’s got you” before he hoisted you up and out of the lift. 

[lulu-recs]

those were your rules

Sirius Black x fwb!reader who wants more [966 words]

CW: fem!reader, reader tries to call it off with Sirius when she realizes she wants more, some slight angst for a minute, inspired by this great fic that came across my feed based off of a scene from Gilmore Girls

“Okay, one more time?” Sirius asks again, the heels of his palms pressing into his eyes that you’re sure have him seeing a kaleidoscope of colours.

You think you might’ve been tempted to laugh, were it not for the lump in your throat; were it not for the words he’s asking you to repeat again that took you nearly three weeks to build the courage up to say at all to begin with. 

“I…I need this to stop.” You manage, mouth dry as you stare at the heather grey t-shirt he’s wearing instead of his face. 

“This,” he starts, hands falling to his hips as he tries and fails to make eye contact with you, “being…”

“You and me.”

“Right,” he agrees slowly, “you and me being…”

You let out a breath and look to your left, chewing on your lip as you try to find a delicate way of saying “the sex, Sirius.” 

“But why?” He finally manages, letting his weight fall back into the back of the sofa in a half-seated, half-standing position. You really picked a horrid place to have this conversation; you asked to come over, and Sirius - none the wiser - was likely excited for a romp, but then you were taking your shoes off to be polite but not allowing him to take your jacket, slapping him with the “I can’t do this anymore” before you were even five whole steps into his flat. 

“It’s…I don’t know, Sirius. It’s not enough for me.”

“I’m not enough for you.” He parrots in monotone; not a question.

“No, Sirius, that’s not what I’m saying.” You moan. “But, just, this arrangement - it isn’t enough for me anymore. I want more.”

“You want more. More, what?”

“Sirius, come on.” You groan, finally looking at him in exhaustion and hoping he can hear the desperation in your tone. “Are you really going to make me say it out loud?”

“I just don’t understand what’s changed!” He pleads, standing again and holding his hands out helplessly. 

“I have!” You shout back, immediately feeling guilty because this wasn’t meant to be a fight, and this was probably exactly why he insisted on this kind of arrangement with you. 

“I have,” you try again, softer this time, “I just…I want more. I want a boyfriend. And I can’t have that if…”

“If you’re sleeping with me.” He surmises, earning him a nod as you go back to studying the soft grey of his shirt. “But…we agreed, yeah? We agreed that that’s all we’d be.”

“I know.” You admit. “I know, and I’m sorry, I just…” Your shoulders raise helplessly, causing him to sigh.

“Was it…something I did?” He asks carefully, joining you in looking to the left of the room instead of at each other. 

“No, Sirius. And I don’t hold anything against you.” You insist delicately. “I’m not asking you for anything you’re not able to give me, either. That’s why I’m-”

“-leaving.” He finishes for you. The word apparently sour in his mouth, the aftertaste leaving his lips puckered somewhere between disgust and hurt. 

“This was just temporary, yeah?” You try, nudging your socked toe against a scuff in the hardwood floor beneath you. “This was never meant to be forever; not exclusive, no commitment.”

He turns to look at you at that, face pained as if you hadn’t just repeated his own rules verbatim. 

“Those were your rules.” You remind him gently. 

“But you want more.” He offers, again, not a question. 

“I’m sorry, Sirius.” Is all you can think to say. 

You try not to shrink under his gaze, your own eyes flitting between his - that look suspiciously red rimmed - and his t-shirt; apparently the thin fabric covering his heart safer territory than his eyes as they search your face for, what, you aren’t sure. 

“Alright.” He says simply, apparently having come to some decision.

“Alright?” You ask carefully, watching him as he stands and shakes out his hands, rolling his shoulders as if stepping away from a fist fight. 

“Alright,” he repeats, “you want a boyfriend? I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“Wha- wait, Sirius-”

“What? That’s what you said, right? You want more?” He’s gaining on you as he asks, and this time you do shrink under his gaze; feeling about two feet tall as he makes it to you, his chest centimetres from your own. “I’ll give you more, then.” 

“You- no, I…that’s-”

“You want a boyfriend, I’ll be your boyfriend.” He says again, softer as he slips his fingers into the belt loops of your jeans; not touching you, exactly, but enough to make him feel like an anchor for your fluttering heart.

“I don’t want you to be something you don’t want to be. I don’t want to force you.”

“You’re not forcing me.” He says, grey eyes mapping out points of your face. “I said this wouldn’t be exclusive but…it sort of already was for me. Might as well just call it what it is, then.”

You shake your head, not in disagreement, but in disbelief. “You said you don’t do relationships.” 

His eyes narrow slightly as if wanting to wince, but they stay open in favour of watching the way you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“No, I don’t.” He admits, and the little flicker of hope in your chest is almost snuffed at his admission. “But I’ve never really wanted to do a relationship before. But I want you.” 

“You want me?”

He must notice the tentative, hopeful smile on your lips, because a matching one grows on his own before his eyes flicker up to yours. “I want you.”

“But…I want a boyfriend?”

His smile softens but doesn’t shrink as he lowers his forehead to yours. “Then I guess I have myself a girlfriend, don’t I?”

[lulu-recs]

"This is Mr. Sirius flirts-with-anything-that-has-a-pulse Black and Remus Casanova-of-Gryffindor-tower Lupin’s daughter" cackling rn sjksjksj

what have we done?

dads!wolfstar + daughter!reader who is a player [878 words]

CW: reader’s birthday is in the summer, has many admirers, fluff

Remus had to admit that he’d had an inkling. There were certain perks that came with being a well-liked professor, one such being that students didn’t often lower their voices when gossiping in the halls. 

It was, however, very different to have the evidence of his previous hunch sitting so glaringly obvious in the front parlour of their home, worst of all standing beside his semi-distraught husband who he hadn’t yet shared this inkling with. 

“What….the fuck?” Sirius whispered into his hands, staring at the various packages and letters and parcels and gift baskets - some of which still had (growingly agitated) owls attached to them waiting for their payment for a job well done. 

“Seems like her classmates remembered her birthday…” Remus offered noncommittally. “Even with it being summer holiday and all.” 

Sirius let out a disbelieving scoff at that as his hands finally fell, though they only made it to his hips where they rested as he continued scanning the pile of presents all in your name. 

“Did anyone in the sodding school happen to forget?” He asked incredulously. “Or am I really gonna find one from Mrs. Norris in here?”

“Our daughter is well-liked.” Remus said; a half truth. You were well-liked…

“Who in the sodding hell is Dennis Creevey?” Sirius spat as he glared at a card before shoving it back into its appropriate parcel. 

Remus snorted at that, nearly choking on his tea in the process. “That’s, erm, a first year, I believe.” 

Sirius spun to level Remus with a look that told his husband he had been caught. 

“Are these from admirers, Moony?!” 

Remus narrowed his eyes in thought, cautious in responding with “Define admirers?”

“Oh my Godric!” Sirius shrilled as you came down the stairs. 

“What’s all the shouting fo- oh! Wow, people really went all out this year, hm?” You commented, plucking a card from a basket and furrowing your brows at it. 

“Who in the sodding hell is Dennis Creevey?” You muttered before offering the owl a few scritches which it (thankfully) accepted as payment and vacated the parlour through an open window. 

“Are you just about ready to go, my love?” Remus asked you instead of waiting for Sirius to figure out how to ask you if you were - what he thought he heard kids these days call - a player.

“Where are you off to, birthday girl?” Lily asked as she stepped in the front door, offering you a beaming smile and pulling you into a fierce hug as she wished you a happy birthday. 

“Thanks, auntie Lil.” You replied into her hair before she finally released you. “‘Mione and I are meeting for breakfast and then we’re meeting up with the boys at the mall.” 

“I thought you were meeting up with Pansy?” Sirius blurted, causing the two witches to look at him bemusedly. 

“We’re not meeting up until later tonight; we’re getting ready for the party together.” You explained. 

“Finally got your dads to let you throw a rager, hm?” Lily laughed.

“This was dad’s idea!” You laughed in turn, and Remus thought Sirius might actually call the whole thing off in light of his recent discovery. That is, until you turned to look at him with so much love that Remus thought he could feel the ire seeping right out of his husband’s pores. “They’re the best, aren’t they?” 

You were quick to press a kiss to each of your father’s cheeks before grabbing your wand and waving goodbye, leaving your parents and your aunt with the various presents bestowed upon you. 

“Wow…Harry wasn’t kidding.” Lily murmured mostly to herself as she took a quick inventory of the room. “She really does have a lot of admirers.” 

“Merlin’s saggy fucking balls, Moony! Our daughter is a player!”

Remus hardly had a moment to wince before Lily was cackling; a full, belly aching, bending-over-at-the-waist and slapping-your-knee chortle that bounced off of the walls. It was a sound neither wizard thought they had heard from the fiery witch since their school day. 

“What, pray tell, is so funny?” Sirius muttered petulantly as he waited for Lily to collect herself. 

“I- oh godric; Merlin and Morgana both. This...this is priceless.” She managed to get out between fits of giggles. 

Remus sighed as he flicked his wand over his shoulder, charming a kettle on in preparation of offering Lily tea and sneaking in a calming draught for his soon-to-be catatonic husband. 

“I can’t believe you, ‘our daughter is a player, Moony’. Of course she is! This is Mr. Sirius flirts-with-anything-that-has-a-pulse Black and Remus Casanova-of-Gryffindor-tower Lupin’s daughter we’re talking about here!”

Lily shook her head in exasperation and showed herself to the kitchen, giggles ricocheting off the walls along her way. 

Remus hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath during the silence that followed until Sirius broke it. 

“What have we done?”

Remus tried his best to offer his husband a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “Well…at least the party is being held here?” 

But Remus watched Sirius’ face fall when they realized that this meant they would be once again coming face-to-face, quite literally, with their daughter's popularity. 

“Oh my Godric,” Remus murmured, bringing his own hand up to his lips, “what have we done?”

[lulu-recs]

sirius black x reader (sirius has the major hots for you, dude. just thought you should know)

Truth be told, Sirius has never been around when you’ve had to get ready. He’s sure that the girls would've said something about it if it were something remarkable: you take too long or you don’t take any time at all. A tease or jest. But he has no idea.

He’s thinking about it for some reason when he’s in your flat. You look done up but not enough to go out. Just enough to look good for yourself. He thinks about you a lot, he reckons.

You’re all together, the lot of you are crowded on your and Marlene’s couches. Drinks and snacks are being passed around, and Frank’s trying to get a game of poker started. Sirius is getting antsy, so he goes with you when you go to your room to fetch the cards.

You laugh when he offers his services, and he follows you down the hall. Knowing you, your room is about as neat as he would expect it to be. Nevertheless, you know where the cards are, and he sits on the bed waiting for you. He has the perfect view of your closet, a window to your soul. Sweaters and skirts and T-shirts he vaguely recollects. Then he sees it. That all too familiar dress. The dress you were wearing the night he decided he loved you.

“When was the last time we went dancing?” he asks. The cards are in your hands. You turn to look at him.

“I don’t remember,” you reply. Had it been that time that Dorcas spilled her drink down the back of Remus’s shirt? Or the night you’d all accidentally left James behind at the bar? “Too long.”

“I took dance lessons as a kid,” he tells you like it’s a secret. You hadn’t known but should’ve. He’s graceful in the way he moves, like a dancer—a cigarette sort of elegant.

“Do you know how to waltz?” you sit on the bed beside him.

“Oh, of course,” he says, his voice dipping on the borderline of posh. He stands abruptly, folding to bow before you, offering his hand like a true gentleman. “Milady.”

You stand and curtsy, accepting his hand. He leads you around the bedroom's length, twirling like Degas dancers. You giggle at the foolishness of it all. The two of you are still waltzing when James comes to find you.

“Oi, Fred Astaire. Are we playing cards or not?”

“Oh, don’t be jealous, James, you know you’re my best partner!”

Later, after several rounds of cards and even more drinks, Sirius takes both of your hands in his and makes you promise to wear the dress the next time you all go out.

“And save the first dance for me.”

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To See is To Know

poly!wolfstar x rosier!reader who ends up being a Seer [1.8k words]

A/N: concept developed with @unstablereader, based off of this post CW: fem!reader, background jegulily, brief mention of seizures, rat-phobia & anti-rat ideologies, ganging up on Peter, siblings, name calling, Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalries, snakes

Remus noticed a slight change in you about halfway through Sirius’ long winded tale of the Marauders’ last prank, but he attributed your lack of attention and enthusiasm to a disinterest in the brand of petty mischief that the boys usually found themselves in. 

But it was when you failed to rouse from your stupor at the end of his story that Remus officially began to worry.

“Doll? You okay?” Sirius finally asked, leaning forward in his place on the loveseat in an attempt to make eye contact with you. You didn’t even blink.

“She okay?” James asked cautiously as he and Lily came down the stairs from the boys’ dorm to find the two boys fretting over you. 

“I don’t know…” Remus admitted, inching forward in his own chair as he reached for your wrist in an attempt to garner your attention.

Nothing. 

“What’s wrong with her?” Sirius whispered; voice officially taught with nerves. 

“Is it a seizure?” Lily continued, moving to stand behind the sofa that Sirius was settled on. “Like, one of those absence seizures?” 

Remus hummed thoughtfully as he pulled your hand into his. “She never said anything about being prone to them. Hey, lovely. What’s-”

His question, though, was interrupted by the sound of the portrait whacking against the stone wall as it was hastily opened; Barty Crouch Junior ducking into the Gryffindor common room behind a very nervous looking Peter that he had by the collar of the poor sod’s uniform shirt.

“Don’t touch her.” He barked at Remus and Sirius, though Remus could see that the concern Barty carried for you softened some of his rougher edges. 

“What’s going on?” Sirius asked quickly, though he heeded Barty’s instructions and moved to stand next to Lily and James in order to make space for the Slytherin. 

“She’s alright.” Barty murmured, his tone was soft for your benefit though you still didn’t look as though you registered him. Or anything, for that matter; mouth moving ever so slightly as though you were whispering, but no sound fell from your lips.

“You’re okay, treasure.” Barty said again as he placed one hand to your chest, pressing gently against your sternum which forced a huge breath to woosh from your lips. “That’s it, deep breath. You’re alright, atta girl.” 

Barty managed to convince you to take two more deep breaths, though you were still in a state as Barty began to stand from his crouched position. 

“Alright, up you get, then. Let’s go find Thing Two and Thing Three, huh?”

“Junior, what’s happening?” Remus finally asked as he stood; both he and Sirius wordlessly agreeing they weren’t willing to leave your side. 

“She’ll be fine once we find her siblings.” He hissed, though his ire melted significantly when your one hand migrated up to your mouth as you started to chew at your nails, before he tried again - softer this time “I’ll let her tell you, okay?” 

The three boys trailed after you - whilst Lily, James, and Peter [never ones to be left out of anything] followed after them - as you slowly made your way to the Slytherin dungeons, your free hand raised and hovering over Barty’s extended one, though he never made to grab it; Barty simply let the familiar weight of his presence be enough, as though the warmth radiating from his outstretched palm was all it took to keep you steady.  

They were just about to step through the door to the Slytherin common room when they met up with Regulus who was following Pandora in much the same way; your sister's eyes scrunched shut as though she were fighting off a wicked migraine. 

“There’s two.” Regulus said in way of greeting, whether that be to Pandora, to you, to Barty, or even to his two partners, Remus and Sirius didn’t know; you and Pandora simply carried on over the threshold and pattered down the stone stairs. 

They found Dorcas sitting on a low coffee table in front of a sofa which saw Evan hunched over, elbows on his knees as he held his hands over his ears.

Wordlessly, you and Pandora took a seat on either side of your brother, and Remus watched as you finally blinked through the haze you’d fallen under. 

“Dovey?” 

You swallowed thickly, blinking a few more times before you seemed to register your audience; Remus, Sirius, James, Peter, Lily, Regulus, Dorcas, and Barty all stood on the other side of the coffee table as Evan finally lifted his head from his crouched position, and Pandora opened her eyes - her gaze immediately falling on the Marauders. 

“Eugh!” Evan finally let out in disgust as he hastily stood. “A rat?” 

“What?” Dorcas asked, sharing concerned looks with Regulus and Barty. 

“Oh my gods that’s so creepy.” You murmured around a shiver as you stood as well. “The tail.” 

“Don’t be rude, you two.” Pandora chided in that gentle way of hers. “Lots of people in the castle have rats as pets. They’re very intelligent.”

“Yeah but I don’t usually have to share a meal with them!” Evan argued as he gestured at Peter, causing the Gryffindor to rear his head back. 

“What are you on about?” Regulus asked carefully as he took a cautious step away from one of James’ oldest friends, but the three of you carried on. 

“Typical that Black is a dog. Always seemed like a bit of a bitch to me.” Evan muttered, earning him a swat up the side of the head and a reproachful “Evan!” from you. 

Remus wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but he was entirely sure it wasn’t going to be good news for him. 

“I never knew James could be so majestic.” Pandora mused aloud, tilting her head as she took in James’ form, causing the usually flaunting chaser to shy under her gaze. 

“He’s a deer.” Evan spat in monotone, looking at him as though he had just grown three heads. 

“They’re called stags, Ev.” You corrected him.

“Thank you.” James professed, clearly happy to have an ally for this long held debate. 

“What…is going on right now?” Lily finally asked, looking between the siblings who paid her no mind and the Slytherin’s who were still looking at Peter with an air of distrust. Remus thought he was going to be sick.

“Lupin’s kind of hot, though, isn’t he?” Evan mused as he gave Remus a thorough once over, nodding his head as though he liked what he saw.

“Right?” You asked excitedly, smiling at Remus with your hands clasped under your chin as though you had found a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. 

“I agree.” Pandora stated simply.

“You know what, Y/N? I get it.” Evan decided with a nod, turning to grin at you. “Not too bad.” 

“Right?!” You asked again, nearly squealing in excitement this time. 

Pandora hummed in agreement. “Remus is a good life partner, Y/N.”

“Black, on the other hand…” Evan muttered rather petulantly, causing a disbelieving breath to escape Sirius’ lips. 

“You know what? One out of two is a good start.” You offered before Sirius could retort, and Remus almost laughed at the way the long-haired boy deflated at your sweet smile being directed at him. 

“So, you’re a seer?” Remus finally managed, bracing for impact at what he already knew to be true. 

“I…am. I’m sorry.” You offered, chewing on your lip as you looked apologetically at him. “It’s…complicated though, and it wasn’t only my story to tell.” 

You nodded over at your siblings as you explained, and Remus found he could hardly fault you for having your secrets, especially not when you now knew he and Sirius had been keeping one of their own. 

“And you saw…us?” James input then. 

“Don’t be flattered, Potter, it’s not that deep.” Evan sneered at him.

“Play nice, Ev.” Pandora scolded, and though your brother rolled his eyes, he did manage to keep any other comments to himself. 

“And are you…upset?” Sirius asked quietly, stealing a glance at Remus as he did. Are you scared? Disgusted? Angry? rang through Remus’ head.

“Yes.” You and Evan chorused, looking at Peter with expressions of distrust and disgust respectively, before you continued. “But no, not at you.” 

“None of you?” Sirius carried on, looking at Evan who shrugged coolly and Pandora who shook her head serenely. 

“Pettigrew can leave now, though.” Evan stated.

“Oh come on.” Peter whined. “I’m not that bad!” 

“Do you know why no one in Slytherin own’s rats, Pettigrew?” Evan drawled, earning him a snort of laughter from Dorcas and a cackle from Barty before Regulus moved to answer for him. 

“They all get fed to Mr. Smee.”

“Mr. Smee?” Peter - stupidly - asked.

With this, Barty smiled menacingly at Peter before lifting up his sleeve to expose a large ball python that was twisted around his forearm. “Mr. Smee.”

“Why did the lot of you need to start dating Slytherins?” Peter muttered as he stomped towards the stairs and out of the Slytherin common room. 

“That wasn’t very nice, my love.” James chided, though his beaming smile really belittled any chagrin he was trying to imbue in his tone as he smiled at his boyfriend. 

“Is…that just always on your person?” Sirius asked Barty as he eyed the snake warily. 

“Why?” Regulus asked then, voice a few octaves higher as he smiled near maniacally at him. “Does that make you nervous, big brother?”

“Okay,” Sirius decided, moving to hold his hands out to you, “time to go, he’s getting scary.” 

You and Remus shared a smirk as you allowed Sirius to pull you up, swaying only slightly after the ordeal but stabilising quickly with a boyfriend on each side of you.

“There’s no need to be scared, Black.” Barty taunted as the three of you made to leave.

“See? Told you; a bitch.” Evan repeated, and without hardly slowing your stride, you pointed your wand over your shoulder and cast some silent hex which caused your brother to launch nearly two feet off the sofa as he yelped in pain.

“Salazar’s saggy balls, okay. Blimey, I’m sorry.” He called. “Merlin, she’s wicked.” 

The three of you were just about back to the Gryffindor common room - a spring present in Sirius’ step after having left ‘that unpleasantness’ [the company of Slytherins] - as you turned towards Remus and pulled the collar of your robe away from your shoulder, exposing only the tail of a snake that was curled around your upper arm.

“Guess this means I ought to keep Tinkerbell a secret, then?” 

And Remus took a moment to appreciate your mischievous smirk as you corrected your uniform and shot him a wink, wondering how in the world he got so lucky as to have someone who might not only come close to understanding his plight, but who also found the fact that one of his best friends could turn into a rat more disturbing than his lycanthropy. 

“Sure.” Remus agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Until the time is right, of course.”

[lulu-recs]

there's nothing worse than Marlene being right

poly!wolfstar x barista!reader meet-cute [1.5k words]

CW: fem!reader, coffee shop au, meet cute (?), I found an OT3 prompt on Pinterest and was intrigued and then as I was writing it remembered the absolute masterpiece that was the season of pumpkin spice so y'all should check that out too xx

It was perhaps a little unorthodox to clock out of your shift and immediately find yourself a chair to sit at, but you had a lot of work to catch up on and you found that you did your best at the coffee shop. 

You got too distracted at home; peeking outside of your window whenever you heard one of your neighbours outside, remembering that you meant to reorganise your wardrobe two weeks ago, wondering what you had to eat and then deciding to cook yourself a whole meal, checking your phone… and then checking your phone… and then checking your phone, and then scrolling on your phone until it’s time for bed.

So, yeah, you found you did your best work at the coffee shop.

There was nowhere to go, no other projects to be done, and - if you were lucky - you could usually convince one of your coworkers to spot you with a spray bottle like you were a bad cat if they caught you on your phone. 

“Have you seen Thing One or Thing Two yet today?” Marlene asked you around a smirk as she watched you pilfer a cookie from the display before finding yourself a seat. 

“I have not.” You smirked right back, feeling vindicated that you were able to prove her wrong. “Guess this means you owe me ten quid.”

She gave you a noncommittal hum. “The day’s not over yet.” 

“The bet was that they’d come in during my shift!” You protested. “My shift is over!” 

“Yeah but you’re still here.” She countered, effectively shooing you out from behind the counter as Mary came out from the back room in the process of tying her apron. 

“Why are you still here?”

”In hopes of catching a glimpse of Thing One and, or, Thing Two.” Marlene responded haughtily, earning her a piece of cookie being flicked at her head. 

“To get some school work done!” You corrected as you took your seat, sparing one last good-natured glare at Marlene before locking in. 

It was true enough that there were two blokes, to which Marlene simply referred to as Thing One and Thing Two, who were always very friendly when they came in for their coffees.

Marlene also insisted they were only ever that polite to you, and that they seemed rather crestfallen should they walk in to not find you there.

You called bullshit. 

Sometimes they came in together, but not always. In fact, you had first interacted served each of them separately before you ever saw them visit together. 

But of course two of the most beautiful people you’d ever seen would know each other.  

Thing One, as Marlene would call him, always ordered some variation of a caramel latte; iced, hot, whipped, salted, etcetera, etcetera. Sometimes he’d make a show of coming in and saying “what would you recommend, doll?”, or ask about the new menu, only to listen to you ramble long enough for a line to form behind him and still order a salted caramel latte. 

“Can’t mess with perfection, can we, gorgeous?” He had offered with a wink - silver eyes screaming mischief and onyx hair gleaming under the overhead lights making him look like he was simply made for stage lights - before moving to the pick up counter so you could help the next customer. 

In almost stark contrast, Thing Two had originally struck you as the no nonsense sort. That particular shift saw you prepping the drinks as your coworker took orders, and the man seemed more fussed with the paperback in his hand than he was at actually placing an order.

His order, which was always tea (black), and a cookie (chocolate chunk). 

He never strayed, never wavered, never hummed or hawed or considered any other option.

But then he’d get to the pick up counter and his book would be tucked under his arm, his smile so wide that his honey eyes crinkled in the corners as though you were handing him some wonderful treat, and he’d offer you a warm “thank you, dove” before finding himself a seat. 

It was almost worse when they’d come in together. 

Thing Two would greet you kindly, quickly place his order, and then pause to look at Thing One in wait as he - once again - made a show to peruse the menu.

”You get the same bloody thing every day.” The man with soft, bouncy curls accused, shooting you an apologetic smile. 

“That is not true.” Thing One denied, turning his attention away from making an order towards defending his honour.

”He’ll have a salted caramel latte, please.” He said to you in lieu of a response, and you were certain the other bloke had to actively fight against a petulant stomp of his foot at that.

”Moony!” Thing One chided, clearly a nickname but somehow making way more sense and immediately replacing Thing Two in your mind. 

“And a birthday cake pop, please.” Moony amended, causing his friend (? partner?) to deflate somewhat.

”Thank you.” The long-haired man offered you with a huff, obviously not displeased with his order but not entirely pleased with what he clearly saw as tyrannical behaviour from his companion.

You had a lot of customers come and go through your shifts, but you’d be lying if you didn’t say you often looked forward to seeing them walk through the door. 

As if you’d summoned them, you looked up at a cool draft to see the two of them walking in together, eyeing the counter with intrigue before the long-haired man pursed his lips. 

“I’ll go get us a seat, Pads.” You heard Moony murmur, pressing what appeared to be a conciliatory kiss to - who you learned was referred to as - Pads’ hair before making his way over to the seating area, nearly skidding to a halt when he spotted you at your table. 

You offered a part shy, part bemused, part nervous smile and a very awkward wave of your hand when he seemed nearly frozen in the spot, prompting him to move again.

He returned your smile twofold before all but throwing his and the other man’s jackets over a chair and rushing back to the counter.  

You pointed your gaze back down at your book on the table, so as not to be caught staring, when you saw in your periphery a dramatic fan of black hair as Pads whipped his head towards you. 

Was…Marlene right? Could they really frequent this shop so often in hopes of seeing you?

The thought nearly had you laughing. If that kiss to the other man’s hair meant anything at all, they were clearly together. Not to mention that they were both stunning, though in their own very different ways.

No, that was nonsense. 

But then you stole a look to see Moony whispering something to Marlene as Pads shot you a cheeky wink over his partner’s shoulder, and you wondered…

No, that was nonsense. This was nonsense; you were supposed to be getting work done, not speculating about two of your work crushes. Ridiculous girl.

You had half a mind to pack your things up and leave, but part of you felt rather indignant all of a sudden; you were here first. This was your coffee shop; you bloody worked here for crying out loud! No, you should stay. 

You looked back up to see Moony and Pads taking their seats, both smiling at you as they did so, and then looked back down at your book with painfully hot cheeks. 

Fucking hell, maybe you do ought to leave. You stole another look up - Moony murmuring something to Pads as the latter watched you uninhibitedly - before looking back down and thinking yes, you really ought to leave. 

Before you could act on the decision, Marlene’s painted nails appeared in your vision with a cup in her hand, placing it on your table along with a small square napkin before walking away again.

You didn’t need to look up this time to know that the two men had their eyes on you. 

The napkin had Marlene’s unmistakable scrawl on it, simply reading “you owe me 10 quid xx” . You felt your brows furrow as you pulled the cup toward you, realising there was writing on it, too.

In two different scrawls were two phone numbers; the first having stars surrounding it, a stick figure with long hair, and ‘Sirius’ written above it. The second was paired with a moon, the stick figure - featuring what you figured was meant to be a head of tawny curls - and Remus written above it, followed by a cheeky ‘text us!’

Well I’ll be damned, you thought silently as you fell back into your chair, Marlene was right. 

[lulu-recs]

What if…young Remus sees a couple where the guy wipes a bit of food off his date’s lip? And Remus is like 👀 I wonder if that will get Padfoot to touch my lips. And then he proceeds to smear a bit of chocolate on his lips to see what Sirius will do….👀🍫

[lulu-recs]

wolfstar

sirius's new year mystery kisser by remus_la_swearwolf

it's remus lupin's last new year's eve at hogwarts, and sirius seems to have forgotten all about him.

misbehavin' by nifflersfancy

sirius would be having a good time but he would much rather be with remus.

succession of halos by orphan_account ♡

when remus gets talked into seeing his favourite author - astronomy professor s. black - hold a stargazing lecture, he anticipates a stodgy old man in tweed. he does not expect the ripped jeans and rolling-stones t-shirt wearing, motor-bike riding sirius black with his wicked smile and passion for the stars. remus is sure there's no chance between them, but little does he know, sirius has a passion for many things in life, one of which being remus lupin.

the patronus charm by ruinsplume

now he understands: all the effort he has spent trying to keep his own desire from himself is as useless as trying to keep the werewolf from himself—there is no from himself—no separation. it is in him.

starry eyes & galaxy minds by littleoldrachel

sirius works in the joke section of a toy shop. remus works across from him with the books. valentine’s day is fast-approaching. that’s it, that’s the fic.

anniversary dinner by kittycargo

remus and sirius celebrate together with a night at home.

the summer baking festival by the_secret_wordsmith

sirius black only came along to make james's new girlfriend happy. but now he needs to bake a showstopping cake to wow the hot guy with the cute smile else there is no meaning to life! (and why the hell is his mixture still too gloopy?!)

kind gestures by athenowl

“it’s the creamers,” remus blurted and instantly regretted it. sirius visibly paused. “it’s—you know how most people do stupid things when they’re drunk? well, I only drink coffee when I really pissed off, and I do stupid things based on the number of creamer packets I put in. it’s a lose-lose situation for everyone involved.”

“so this was…?” “four creamers is when I start shouting with my hands.”

coffeeshop au where sirius is a cute barista and remus really needs to have some spatial awareness.

one good turn (the fair play fandango) by victoria_p (musesfool)

remus is drunk. it's all sirius's fault.

suffer for the people by orphan_account

camp counsellor remus lupin has a good relationship with a difficult charge. when regulus becomes convinced something's happened to his brother, remus decides to call sirius to the camp to reassure the young teen that everything's fine. what remus didn't expect was to fall head over heels in love.

larry stylinson

a hungry heart by jacaranda_bloom ♡

harry styles, florist and great british bake off contestant, loves many things. he loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star louis tomlinson.

but when louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, harry’s worlds collide. throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.

or the one where the bake off tent has never been so hot, and it’s got nothing to do with what’s in the ovens.

pull you closer (kiss me harder) by sunshineandthemoonlight

louis pouts at harry from across the room. "why're you getting dressed?"

the space between by alltheselights

harry styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. louis tomlinson is the omega phd student who helps him figure it out.

and touch me like you never by runaway_train ♡

“lets move back a bit yeah?” harry clutches at his waist with a free hand and tugs him to move through the crowd until they are almost at the back of the group and settles them both beside the far wall. “there. that better?”

louis looks up at him, as if he’s a tad dazed. “uh, yeah, thanks. can’t really see much from back here either though.”

harry lifts a shoulder and grins at him, placing a hand on the wall behind louis to pen him in. “we’ll just have to create our own fireworks then, won’t we?” he says it jokingly with a wink, and louis laughs but he seems nervous. he must know that harry is harmlessly flirting. harry flirts with everyone after all, including louis.

“do you think this is a good idea haz?” louis asks quietly, almost too quietly in the clamour of the room, his head bowed as he scuffs his shoe on the carpet. “stop over thinking it lou, it’s one kiss. what’s the worst that could happen?”

or : the one where harry and louis agree to be each other's new year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.

late night talking by kingsofeverything

louis tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. promo season gets underway with a stop at late night talking, the late night show hosted by harry styles, and harry styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date louis a decade ago.