#woflstar

[deepfluffycloudmentality]

guys... fanfiction has ruined ACTUAL BOOKS for me.

genuinely incapable of picking up a book and finishing it.

but a 100K+ word fanfiction.... done in 2 days.

[lumosinlove]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Six: Sirius

Church Ruin

Athens, Greece

Sirius knew him by voice, snatched by the wind as it was from his place on the cliffs with James. They were smoking. They almost never did it, but Sirius had seen death today—on himself and on others. They were allowed one.

Now, that cigarette was in danger of burning all of the grasses around them. He’d dropped it at the first word.

“Me neither,” he’d heard.

James hadn’t. He was studying his cigarette with a frown. “I’m not even sure I like these things—”

Sirius put a hand out and James was silent in a moment. He did, however, move his foot over and stamp out Sirius’ smoke.

Quiet. Quiet. Nothing. He’d imagined it. He’d imagined it. Sirius closed his eyes.

“How do you know my name,” the voice came again. “But I don’t know yours?”

“Oh,” James whispered.

Sirius eased himself into a crouch. He stared up at the wall. He could see someone’s shoulder. Brown jacket, no where near warm enough for the weather. Too big, like it belonged to someone else. The voice. That voice.

Leo said, “You know your name?”

Sirius crept forward just a little farther, rising back to his feet to see more clearly. Please. Every piece of him was begging.

Remus, smiling at him from across a table. “You’ll miss me during our next off-time. Don’t deny it.”

Remus with a steady hand on his bicep. “Just try and sleep, Si. Just try.”

“It was the first thing that came back,” this Remus said now. “Or I should say the only thing. The only sure thing.”

“But…how did you find us?” Leo asked the question gently, as if he thought Remus might bolt.

For all Sirius knew, he would. If Logan’s violence towards Finn was anything to go by, he could. But, then again, Remus had never been predictable. Not from the very first day they met. Sirius had thought he might be quiet and shy before that sharp grin came out of him. Both of Remus’ shoulders were in Sirius sightline now. He stood the same. His hair was a little longer, but the same color. The color Sirius had chased through the streets.

He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know you.

Now he could see into the alcove. Leo. Finn. Logan was awake and staring up at Remus from where he sat against the wall. Finn had bruises beginning to form around the pale skin of his neck and James made an alarmed sound. Those hadn’t been there an hour ago.

“Why?” Logan said. “I didn’t. I don’t know anything.”

“That’s not true,” Remus said. “Don’t tell me you never had dreams.”

Logan looked at Finn, lips parted.

“What were yours?” Leo asked. When Sirius looked at him, he found Leo looking back. It made Remus whip around. A large wave crashed below them and Sirius imagined he could feel the prickles of salt water.

A vision. An illusion. Fuzzy at the edges. The sea sounds bled into his heartbeat and Remus was standing there right in front of him with the light slanting across his eyes and turning them to glass. For a moment, Sirius thought he would sink. Right off the cliffside.

“You,” Remus said. He didn’t move. Not even a little. “I see you.”

His nose began to bleed. Sirius watched it trace near the corner of his mouth before he raised a thumb to wipe it away.

“You,” Remus said again. He stepped forward. One step. Two step. Sirius’ world tilted backwards, forwards, any which way just to keep him in focus. He realized he wasn’t breathing when his lungs burned, when Remus was right in front of him and Sirius could see body heat in the flush of his cheeks, pink against the cold. “Who are you?”

Sirius nearly closed his eyes. All the dread he’d been pushing down soared.

“Are you in pain now?” Sirius heard himself say.

“Yes,” Remus said.

Sirius thought of how affected Logan had been. Remus was hardly flinching.

“Who are you?” Remus asked again.

“Sirius.” 

“We work together.” James said. “All of us. Can you tell me where?”

After a moment of sizing James up, Remus shook his head.

Logan, from within the building, suddenly said, “Malfoy.”

All eyes went to him. Logan had his head back against the wall. His nose was bleeding, rather heavily, his eyes squeezed shut. Finn’s hands jumped towards him.

“Logan—”

“Malfoy,” Logan repeated through his teeth. “Malfoy, what does that…Is that a name?”

“Stop,” Leo said suddenly. He crouched down in front of Logan, then looked back at Remus. “Don’t push yourselves. We can’t have anyone passing out right now. Remus, sit down.”

Remus laughed, and it startled Sirius so much that he had to reach out and put a hand against the rough stone wall.

“I didn’t follow you here for you not to give me some answers.”

“About that,” Leo said. He had handed Logan a cloth for his nose. “How did you find us?”

“It started at the café,” Remus said. “I dreamed the name and…” He caught Sirius’ eye. And what? And what else? “And I saw you. And you saw me. And then you chased me.”

Sirius could only nod. He was still trying to breathe. “You ran.”

“The last thing I remember is waking up on a fishing boat with two bullets in my back.” Remus raised his eyebrows. “Yes. I ran.”

“I think we need to get out of here,” James said. “You know. We could memory lane somewhere a little safer, say, not this city where Salazar sent Archer for us.”

“Salazar,” Logan said softly. He was looking at Finn still. “But…not you. You’re different.”

Finn looked a little wide-eyed as he shook his head.

“Okay, I really don’t like all this blood,” Leo said. He looked up at James. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

+++

Sirius followed the others to the train station in a fog. He barely looked at the tickets he booked until they were walking down a narrow train that was on its way to Amsterdam. Far away, James had said.

“Two day train ride,” Finn said. He was walking very close to Logan, closer than even the small corridor required, but Logan didn’t seem to mind. There was none of the fight or flight that had been simmering within him for the last few days. He looked exhausted. Confused. “We don’t have our luggage.”

“Welcome to the life,” James said. “Don’t worry.” He shook a plastic bag at him. “I picked up the necessities.”

“I don’t know if I want to know what you think the necessities are,” Leo mumbled.

For Sirius, their words came through something like cotton.

Remus’ shoulders were right in front of him. Moving. Breathing. Shifting. Chin turning up to look for their sleeping car.

He’d come with them easily. Much easier than Logan. So easy that it made Sirius nervous—James, too, he could tell. Almost suspicious. He was quiet and watchful, but he seemed to believe that they were friend not foe. Maybe he knew enough, or felt enough from those memories to believe something. Remus stopped and turned around—and caught Sirius looking.

“These are our three cabins,” Remus said. He looked right at Sirius. It felt like a dare, but Sirius didn’t know what the dare was.

The doors were old-fashioned, painted a dark red. Through the small, golden-edged windows Sirius could see narrow bunk-beds for two, a small sink and mirror, and that the far wall was all window.

“Wow. Two a room, two a room,” James sing-songed, opening the far door. “Well, good Lord, come on over to my house Leo-Leo—oh, hey, this is very nice.”

Sirius’ entire mouth was dry. This was too strange. Remus alive. Remus—here. Remus, breathing and sleeping right beside him, all night, as they escaped to Amsterdam. Remus didn’t look back at him, though. He just went into the middle room, letting the door shut behind him. Sirius stared at it.

“If you’re my—” Logan said haltingly, opening the first door a crack by its shining brass handle. He looked at Finn. “I guess that means…us?”

“I—” Finn had a bright flush on his cheeks. “True. I mean yes.”

Sirius watched them go and listened to the door snick shut. A conductor called something out to the platform and Sirius looked down one end of the aisle, then the other. Nothing. No one was there. Still, the back of his neck prickled. Leo took a shaky breath from beside him.

“I can’t believe it,” Leo whispered. “I can’t…I can’t believe it.”

Sirius turned towards the window. The platform was clearing. No one. He saw no one.

“What’s happening?” he said softly to Leo.

Leo sighed, casting a glance towards the door Finn and Leo had disappeared into.

“There’s some sort of…God, I don’t even know what to call it, a signal block maybe? Controlling the memory. Caused before the tracker was taken out. Which,” Leo sighed. “I don’t know if they know who did that.”

“How’d Logan break through it do you think?” How do I get Remus to come back to me? He would take a minute. He would take a second of Remus looking at him. Sirius.

Leo blew out a breath, shaking his head. “I don’t know. The mind’s a powerful thing, memory most of all. I’d say Finn was a strong enough memory that something got through. But it triggered a lot of pain. That must be part of this. To… I don’t know, to keep the subject from trying too hard to remember.”

“Right.”

Leo’s eyes widened a little. “Not that—not that you’re not a trigger for Remus.”

Sirius slid his eyes over to the door. Remus was behind it, he had just seen him walk through, but was he? Or had he disappeared again. “I didn’t say I would be.”

“Sirius—”

“How do we stop the pain?”

“I wish I knew. I really…really don’t like the look of the blood.”

“Me neither,” Sirius said.

“Should one of us be with Logan instead of…I mean in case he tries to hurt Finn again?”

“I don’t think he will,” Sirius said. He was surprised to find that he believed it. Or maybe he was being too hopeful, wanting to stay with Remus. Wanting to never let him out of his sight again.

“Right,” Leo said slowly. “Well…I think you have to go in now.”

Sirius cleared his throat. “Mhm.”

“He dreams of you.”

Sirius closed his eyes. He took a breath. He looked down the hallway, both ways, then out at the platform. He checked his weapons. He opened the door.

[ourshadowstars]

Need a modern day au where Lily and Regulus fake date. It starts out after Lily panics and tells her friends that she's dating Regulus because it's the first name that pops in her head, but also she figures no one would be able to confirm it because none of her friends talk to him. One thing leads to another, and eventually Regulus hears about it, but instead of denying it, he goes along because he wants an opportunity to talk to Sirius. During their "dates" they bond over missing their siblings and become really good friends (lots of sibling ansgst because I'm a sucker for that shit). Padora is still Regulus best friend, but Lily is the first person Regulus goes to when he realizes he has a crush on James. Lily does the same for her feelings for Mary.

Lily introduces him to muggle literature and music, which Regulus becomes obsessed with to the point that when his studying, you will randomly hear him mumble the lyrics to his favorite song. (Even though indie is his favorite genre, his favorite album is Folklore because I said so. His favorite book is Little Women because his so Amy coded). On his birthday, Lily gifts him a beautiful telescope because even though there are magical ways to observe the stars, Regulus is obsessed with muggle objects. In return, Regulus buys her a fancy potions kit because that's her favorite subject and a gold necklace with a little lily charm that has an emerald stone.

p.s. fuck JK Rowling.

[theshiftress]

sharing your spotify wrapped in your insta story is realising if there was a ao3 version, i would probably look at it once, laugh, maybe cry, and then bury it as deep as i can.

[sliebman10]

Hydrate

“Moony…” Sirius groaned, throwing his arm over his face as Remus opened the window to let in the bright sun along with the calm ocean breeze. “I told you we were too old to drink like that.”

Remus got back into bed, curling into Sirius’s side. “You’re the one trying to keep up with Harry…he’s in his twenties Pads…we’re…you know, not.”

“I knew you were still drunk,” Sirius said, winding his arms around Remus and nosing into his messy curls. “We’re in our prime.”

“I didn’t say we weren’t,” Remus said. “But we’re going to need to hydrate before anything else.”

“And what exactly would anything else look like, Moonshine?” Sirius asked, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.

“Whatever you want, darling…just make sure you drink some water first.” Remus reached over to grab his wand off of the night table and whispered aguamenti. Sirius yelped as water flowed out of Remus’s wand onto his face. 

“Oh fuck you,” he grumbled, putting his arm up. “That is not a hangover cure.”

“No…” said Remus, cheekily. “But the other thing you said is.”

Word Count: 180

@wolfstarmicrofic

[lilyevansmywife]

Remus: i think mrs Potter was right when she said it's too early for us to live on our own

Sirius: oh c'mon it's not that bad

Peter with a fire extinguisher after James tried to turn on the oven and set his hair on fire: best day in my life!!!

[crushofdoves]

thursday snippet

thank u @greenvlvetcouch & @spindrifters for tagging me! have a lil unedited sneak peek at chapter 5 of you wouldn’t like me xx

“Your apartment is nice.” Both siblings jump a little when Remus speaks. He walks carefully back into the room with three glasses of water balanced between his hands, clearly focusing very hard on not spilling them. “Woah, you two look so much alike,” Remus says, a little too loud, looking between Sirius and Regulus while he carefully sets the waters down on the coffee table. “You could be twins. Except Sirius is a little taller, I think. Well, definitely is in those boots.” His smile is wide, drunk and sparkling, but his eyes are questioning, looking between the two siblings like one of them might spontaneously combust. It’s quiet for a long, awkward, moment. “You need coasters,” Regulus says, still not looking at anyone, “Or the condensation will ruin the varnish of your table.” And then, “There’s a hickey the size of a gameboy cartridge on your neck, Sirius - what would mother think?” Regulus finally looks at them, then, catching Sirius’s eye. The corners of his mouth turn up just a tick, just like they used to when he was a kid and trying to hide a laugh from their parents - and then Sirius is laughing, drunk and exhausted and hysterical with the absurdity of it all.

tagging @behaveddestroyerrating & @silverscreenlipstick

[b-u-g-g-y]

Stranger at the park: Aw, he’s so cute!

Remus: Thanks, he’s a rescue.

Sirius: You’ve gotta stop telling people that.

[crowsmischief]

i love fanfics that are not canon compliant, you know? no war. no traitors. no pain at all. just the four of them being a happy group with the girls and occasionally Reg too.

[cause-im-bored-fuck-you]

sirius to james: if i run and leap at remus he will most certainly catch me in his arms COMING IN! remus: No! im holding hot te- *moves out of the way* sirius: *ends up falling on his ass* james: *laughing hysterically*

[mollymarymarie]

Starlit Left, Moonlit Right

Chapter Four - Named For The Stars 

“I would have to be dead, because I won’t ever tire of you.” It was a clear attempt at flirting, at distracting Sirius with an overly saccharine comment, and Sirius usually loved to be on the receiving end of this side of Moony, a side he saw relatively infrequently. But just then, it felt patronizing and fake.

“Oh, no?” Sirius scoffed. “Certainly felt like you grew tired of me the last time we were together.”

Sirius’ argument was met with an immediate huff from Remus’ lips, though Sirius couldn’t determine if it was born of annoyance or of pain. “Is that what you think?” Remus asked, and from his softened tone of voice, Sirius wondered if he’d made a mistake. In the very next instant, a furrow moved through Remus’ brow and Sirius reevaluated again. “Do you really believe that I had you pinned down, with no other motive but to touch you, and that all of this occurred because I was … tired of you?”

“I begged you to kiss me, Moony, and you left me there.”

“Because I am terrified of you!” Remus shouted, disrupted by a cry of pain as he doubled over to clutch at his battered ribs. Shocked and still, Sirius didn’t know whether to move forward or stay away.

In a quiet, troubled voice, Sirius repeated the damaging statement. “You’re … terrified of me?”

Read Chapter Four on Ao3

[lumosinlove]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Two: Sirius

Grimmauld Club

London, England

“Do you want to go get a burrito from that place?”

Sirius looked up from his desk. There were miles of paperwork. Mounds of things to do. A five AM flight to catch. God, did he even want to think about it? No. No, he didn’t, not with Remus Lupin looking at him like that. A smile. Hopeful. Sirius wasn’t sure what kind of hope it was. Two friends getting a beer and a meal after a shift? Or—

“Yeah,” Sirius said. “Brilliant, love to.”

Sirius could see himself sitting there, could see the mess of salsa and chips on his plate. Beans and rice that had fallen out. Each time he went back to that tiny restaurant—alone, no one else could know about it, it was theirs—he’d kept looking at the door. He had to stop doing that, they would think he was going to make a run for it. It was ridiculous, him thinking that if he just stared long enough then Remus might walk in. Cash only here, forgot. Just popped to the machine. Flash him a smile. We’re set now.

They’d stayed too long that night. Far too close to their flight. They hadn’t had a thing to drink but Sirius had felt like he had by the end, cheeks hurting from smiling. They’d stood up at the same time, go-bags in hand. So sure of themselves. Such a team. We’ll have to find at least some time to see the sights in Athens—

“You with me, Si?” James’ voice said.

The waiter had just set their drinks down, vest nearly matching the blue-black velvet walls of The Grimmauld Club. Somehow, it was their favorite even though they were never dressed properly for it. Dirty looks for their lack of jacket and tie, but the whiskey was good, they could see all the exits, and the club had their own reasons for letting them get away with it. The club knew who they worked for, at least in theory.

On my way. Remus’ voice said in his mind. Then his own voice. I’ve got you from above.

“Yeah,” Sirius said. “Sorry.”

James had invited him to stay over at his flat last night. Finn, too. Finn had had too many questions and questions weren’t a good fit for a night alone. Sirius hadn’t slept well, squeezed onto the guest bed next to Finn. He’d had the thought that Finn probably hadn’t slept in the same bed as someone since Logan’s death, and then he just couldn’t shake it. Finn had slipped out early in the morning though, because when Sirius opened his eyes he was alone.

“Sorry I’m late,” said a voice from behind them. Accented. American, but not like Finn’s. Louisiana.

Sirius saw James look up first. There was a familiar flash of bright blond hair, a beat up looking computer bag was slung onto the ground, and Leo Knut sat in the chair beside him.

Leo looked between the two of them, then sent a skeptical roll of his eyes around the club. “Didn’t think they were going to let me in.”

James flashed him a small smile. “I think you still forget who you work for sometimes.”

“Oh? And who might that be?”

James’ smile turned wry. “Oh, traffic control of London, of course.”

“Of course.” Leo did laugh, but his eyes were steady when he looked at Sirius. “So, you’ve told Finn.”

“Yeah.”

“Right before wheels up?”

“Yeah.” Sirius knew he would have to go back to his apartment for his bag. But sometimes that one pot in the kitchen stared at him so vividly he thought he would die. Sirius, honestly, you can’t live on take away. Let me make you something.

“What did Finn say?”

“He had a proper freak, to be honest,” James said. “It hurt to watch.” He sent Sirius a sideways look. “He got his hopes up way to fast.”

“So did I,” Sirius said. “Didn’t you?”

James set his glass down hard. “Yeah, but off of a photograph. We’ve got nothing besides that.” Nothing on Logan, he meant.

Leo leaned forward. “Where is he now? His courses are all finished, you can’t just drop that—”

A waiter came up and looked primly at Leo. “May I get you anything, Mr. Knut?”

“Uh—” Leo blinked up at him. “I—just a—what they’re having.”

Sirius saw the waiter give Leo, and his baby face, a skeptical look, but he gave a slight bow and turned away.

“It wasn’t my idea to tell him,” James said. “Sirius insisted.”

“No,” Leo said. “I’m glad you told him, but you can’t just tell him and leave him in the dark.”

“He slept over,” James protested.

“What choice do we have?” Sirius said. “We don’t know anything else, and we’re going to be out of reach. He’ll have to wait.”

Leo scoffed. “Hey, your husband is alive, see you later?”

“May be. May be alive.”

“Before you go shouting at us,” James said. “What exactly are you doing to speed up the process?”

“All that I can,” Leo said. “My facial recognition program is what found Remus.”

Leo’s drink was set down before him, but Leo paid it no mind. He just sent a glance towards the hallway with a simple WC and an arrow on the wall in golden stencil.

That was the other good thing about Grimmauld. It had some very interesting rooms.

James sighed, but made to get up. “They really shouldn’t have put it near the bathrooms. It makes it look like we’re all going to go together.”

Leo’s back room was full of blinking lights and wide monitors.

“Look,” Leo said as he swung into his chair. He clicked around a bit, then pulled up a video file. “This is what the still you saw is from.”

Sirius leaned forward alongside James as Leo hit play. The video had been frozen on a crowded street, not as cropped as they had seen at Salazar. This time, they had to wait for Remus to walk into frame.

“There.” Leo pointed, but Sirius hadn’t needed to be told. He would recognize him anywhere, it didn’t matter how grainy the footage was. He would know his gait. He would know the tilt of his head. Remus eyes were more like blurs, even with Leo’s enhancing technology, but Sirius knew their gold color.

God, Sirius had missed seeing the way Remus walked.

Leo’s finger hit the space bar the moment Remus turned his head. It was close. They could have missed him. He’d only turned when he was almost out of frame, just looking before he crossed the street. Nothing strange, nothing unusual, besides the fact that he was a walking memory. Sirius scanned the background, looking for any eyes on him, but there was nothing. A fruit vendor. The bank whose camera it was. A man putting his wallet away. Someone sitting reading a newspaper at a café table. A mother holding the hands of two children, one of them crying.

“And Logan?” James asked.

“Nothing,” Leo said softly. His voice held some of the hurt that had been in Finn’s voice. Sirius wondered about that sometimes and ached for Leo. “He’s still a ghost. If they’re together, I can’t tell. Or Logan hasn’t been out like Remus has.”

Sirius and James exchanged a look. “Out?”

“If they had really been in Athens all this time, I would have seen them. A camera would have picked them up long before this. And they would have found us if they could.”

“So, what, you think they escaped some type of captivity?”

“Or just Remus. I don’t know. But it’s possible.” Leo frowned. “Why do you think they haven’t contacted us?”

James let out a tired breath and put a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “If we knew that, don’t you think you would know by now, too?”

They drew their chairs close together and stared the footage down, looking for anything to go on. They looked up shop names and got the street name. Lisiou. They clocked nearby hotels, but Remus could have been coming from anywhere, could have taken a bus or a car. He looked clean. Showered and shaven. They watched the footage over and over. Remus appeared from the South and turned his head just as he was almost out of frame, going North.

“Pause it,” Sirius said suddenly. When Leo complied, he pointed. “There’s writing on his t-shirt. Can you make it out?”

“He could have picked it up from anywhere,” James said thoughtfully. “But it’s still something. He definitely wasn’t wearing it when…”

The room quieted, even chilled, until Leo cleared his throat and enhanced the image.

“Shit,” James said when half of a word came into view. “It’s all Greek to me.”

“It’s kind of twisted, but…” Leo frowned and pulled up the Greek alphabet. He went to work matching the letters, and, somehow, the bottom text box began matching them to the nearest English equivalent. “Pi…Piraeus. Piraeus?” Leo muttered the word to himself a few more times before typing it in. “It’s a myth—a city. It’s a bank—though not the one that caught him. And it’s a port.” He pulled up a separate map. “A harbor, there.”

Sirius leaned back. “That’s not too far. That’s a half hour ride at most.”

“We don’t know it actually—”

“We don’t know anything,” Sirius said. “But we start there.” He glanced at the computer clock. “We should get to the airport.”

As they made to go, Leo stopped Sirius with a hand on his arm. His blue eyes looked painfully young just then. Afraid. They weren’t supposed to show fear.

“Sirius,” Leo whispered.

James didn’t stop, too. He knew when someone needed a second. That was the beauty of James.

“I don’t know, Leo,” Sirius answered before Leo could ask.

Leo asked anyway. “Do you think Logan is…”

It wasn’t something he spoke about. It wasn’t something he wanted in his head more than it already was. He didn’t want the tragedy coating his tongue, he didn’t want it blocking his throat.

“I thought I saw both of them…” Sirius swallowed. Die. “Go. I thought…”

Sirius thought maybe Leo was going to press, but he didn’t. He nearly deflated a step backwards. He sank back into his chair with a nod.

“Okay.”

Sirius put a hand on the doorframe. “Are you…”

“I’m gonna stay here a bit.” Leo looked like he was already pulling up footage of the port. Lupin, Remus and Tremblay, Logan typed into a program and the slide of code running fast through the room.

In the hallway, James jingled his keys in his pocket. “Coming to mine?”

“I should go home,” Sirius said. He ran a hand through his hair. He would take hot water while he could. A long shower, alone in the quiet. Who knew when they’d see it again. Safe houses were always safe, that didn’t mean they were always comfortable. “Gotta get my things.”

+++

It was always strange, being in London the night before a mission. There was, of course, the pesky thought that he’d never see this city again. But it looked different, too. The street lights were brighter. The fresh rain on the pavement smelled better. He’d stop for whatever take away of his choosing. They all knew him, the restaurants, but they didn’t at all, did they? He could remember their names, could spot the different take out bags on other customers form a block away. He could say his work kept him up late and smile and laugh with them.

“George,” Sirius said when he entered the small fish and chips shop. It smelled like vinegar and salty chips, frying fish and the paper they got wrapped in.

“Ah, my friend.” George reached across the table to shake Sirius’ hand, then proceeded in getting his unsaid order ready. Strong, capable hands that went through the motions of his life by memory and touch. Watching him made Sirius wish badly for something that familiar. “How are things?”

No one knew about Remus. It was hard to grieve when the only souls he could tell were right there stuck with him.

“Fine,” Sirius said. “The usual.” At least that wasn’t a lie. “How did Matt’s maths test go? He was nervous on Tuesday.”

“Oh, Jesus, what a kid.” George folded the paper expertly, whipping down the sticker with the shop’s logo on it to hold it closed. “Fucking worries about everything. Takes after his mother in that way—and in the way of getting all the answers right.”

“Good.” Sirius smiled and looked down to his wallet, but when he went to hold out his crumbled bills, George put a hand out and simply slid the food over.

“It’s on the house.” When Sirius looked up, alarmed, George shrugged. “No, no, no. Nope. Blame Christmas.”

“I can’t let you do that.” George’s shop was beloved by the neighborhood—his whole family was—but that didn’t mean business was easy.

“You can.” George hesitated. He rubbed a hand on his red beard, blue eyes honest. “If you don’t mind me saying, you’ve not looked your best lately. Matty’s is worried you’re going to, ah, disappear again.”

Disappear. This is what George’s ten year old son Matt called it when Sirius had to work. He was vague about it to them, but honestly probably more up-front than he should be. Five months was too long to pass as a business trip and there were only so many of the agents that could fake trades that took them to archaeologic digs. Sirius didn’t have a family. He didn’t have friends. It was enough for Salazar to expect him to simply lay low. Maybe it was their fault, then, that he’d made this mistake with Matt. He could still see himself crouching down in front of him. With his mother’s dark hair, he looked a little like Regulus had when he was little.

Sometimes, Sirius had said. Sometimes I just have to disappear for a while.

“Just for a bit,” Sirius said softly. He put his money away and picked up his meal. “Tell…Tell him goodbye for me, all right?”

George’s mouth pulled to the side, but he nodded. “All right. And what about Remus? Will we be seeing him around? Matty’s taken a real shining to him, too. It’s been a while.”

Two days ago, Sirius would have had to leave without answering. No. He’s dead. He’s dead, he’s dead, and I never—I never told him that I—

“Maybe.” Sirius flashed him a brief smile. Please, please, maybe.

“Gonna be back for Christmas?”

“Maybe not,” Sirius said. He held up the packet. “Thanks. Really. I’ve got to run.”

“All right.” George sighed and it sounded almost resigned. “All right but… If you need anything…Okay?”

Sirius nodded. “Okay. You, too.”

The bell above the shop door sent him right back.

“I like them,” Remus said. He had already torn open his packet and was munching on a chip with a satisfied smile. He bumped their shoulders together. “I also like you with them.”

“What does that mean?” Sirius had asked.

It had been cold like this then, too. Remus had been wearing a green beanie, pulled low.

“You smile more with them.”

Usually, before a flight, he didn’t sleep at all. He could tell himself he would sleep as he walked down his familiar street. He could take his keys out of his pocket as he opened the low iron gate and tell himself he was going to take a shower and fall right into bed. He could say all of this to himself, but he knew he would end up on his couch, staring at nothing in particular until he had to go.

Remus had changed some of that. For a moment. For a second. Get some sleep. Laying down beside him, tucking his hand beneath his own pillow. Just close your eyes.

God, Sirius had a single glimpse of a moment where he had thought his life might change for the better.

He looked up, preparing himself to face that same room, empty now.

Finn O’Hara was on his stoop.

“No,” Sirius said before he could ask.

Finn looked just as restless. “I’m coming with you.”

[burningaurora]

[Podfic - TTS] Splits by @aqua-myosotis

One-Shot | Length: 14:37 | Rating: E

All Sirius wants is to start his morning with a cup of coffee. He doesn't need this, thank you very much.

Listen on: AO3 | Streaming

Happy Birthday @squintclover!!! You were one of the first people to reach out to me when I jumped into this fandom and I can't emphasize how much I appreciate your support. I hope you enjoy this little regifting :)

[delumineptune]

I have news, marauders fandom!

I have been requested to write this on pinterest, and I will. I'm dead sirius.

It should be released on Ao3 and Wattpad if I finish planning it (and if I don't procrastinate). Stay tuned!

[sliebman10]

Frigid

A frigid wind howled through the forest, rocking the shack that the four animals entered as the sky was growing light. Prongs and Wormtail stayed in the main room, but Padfoot followed Moony into the bedroom and nudged the door closed. 

When Moony was Remus again, Sirius rushed toward him, as he lay on the cold floor with a blanket and a warming charm. 

“Moony?”

“It’s so cold,” he said, through chattering teeth, missing the fur that had kept him warm during their romp through the forest. 

“Yeah,” Sirius said, wrapping him securely in the blanket. “Better?”

“A bit,” he said, offering Sirius part of the blanket. Sirius accepted it and curled around Remus, letting their body heat warm them. “Madam Pomfrey is going to be here soon. You all need to go.”

“Nope,” Sirius said into his neck. “I’ll hide when she gets here but I’m not leaving you alone.”

Word count: 152

@wolfstarmicrofic

[pineappleyogurt]

7-up Tag Game

Thank you @ivedonemywaiting for the tag!! I’m a little slow, but continuing the trend!

It’s been so long since I’ve been really active on here that I don’t interact with many writers (esp not for fandoms I still actively post in) anymore =( So consider this an open tag to any writers who see this and want to participate, but maybe haven’t been tagged yet!

Now, here’s 7ish lines (texts) from my wip Call You Mine which will probably get another update soonish because I’ve been writing up a storm for it! This bit from the next chapter features the Marauders group chat, shameless Padfoot, mentions of pre-full sex, and much teasing

Doe Padfoot and Moony, this is a wellness check

Moony We’re fine, just ordering dinner The puppy is half asleep

Prongs Aww did widdle Sirius have a long, hard night?

Moony ::raised eyebrow:: 🤨 Do you really want the details?

Prongs Godric, Pads is rubbing off on you

Moony I could tell you how I kept him up but he wasn’t ‘rubbing off’ 😏::smirk::

Padfoot I got railed FOUR times last night! I’m allowed to nap, Prongs!

Thank you again for the tag dear! It was fun to pick a bit to post!