#wolfstar are a couple of menaces

[plantsonplutoart]

here’s Wolfstar being a couple of menaces and driving James up the wall while he’s trying to study (he’s only “studying” in the library in attempt to impress lily, so no harm done)

I’ve been hoarding a bunch of Marauders scribbles I’ll probably never clean up so expect more incoherent chaos

[futurequibblerjournalist]

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currently updating

être en nage || E | 1/? | jegulus | After spending most of his summers reading and simply lounging around as a way to distract himself from the heat of France and the intensity of his family, Regulus finds a new distraction in the handsome stranger his brother brings along one particularly eventful summer. Even a summer that seems to last forever will eventually come to an end and what then, when Regulus no longer finds himself satisfied with the romances he's gotten so used to reading about but never quite experiencing?

completed

routines || G | 1.4k | oneshot | wolfstar || Sirius during his time in Azkaban spends his time trying to remember his routines and most importantly, Remus.

laughter in the bedroom || E | 3k | oneshot | jily || Lily brings up the idea of pegging to her boyfriend. (Possibly getting a sequel)

addicting stage presence || E | 6.3k | oneshot | wolfstar || After going to a bar with Lily and a few other friends, Remus finds himself on his knees in a back alley after eyeing the bassist of the band that's been playing all night.

less than ideal study techniques || E | 2.3k | oneshot | rosekiller || Worried about flunking his N.E.W.T's, Barty needs to study. Evan decides to wave a carrot in front of his boyfriend with the help of some cockwarming.

when the stars shined a little brighter || G | 1.8k | oneshot | no ship, Black brothers/Sirius centric || Sirius remembers his last birthday celebrated with his younger brother.

reverse dress up || E | 3.8k | oneshot | rosekiller || While Evan is determined to find a shirt for their upcoming night out, Barty is determined to be a menace after deciding the shopping was too boring. Luckily Barty was also quick to decide Evan needed a bit of help in the dressing room.

A Very Merry Christmas Cliché || G | 70.6k | 10/10 | jegulus || A Hallmark inspired Christmas fic featuring divorcé James trying to give his son Harry the best Christmas ever — with the help of event coordinator Regulus, who's newly arrived in Godric's Hollow after leaving many years prior.

a losing game || E | 3.6k | oneshot | jegulus || Regulus finds his hands wandering down south after he causes Slytherin to lose a match against Gryffindor, all due to the fact that he couldn't stop ogling their chaser.

sharpshooter || E | 4.7k | oneshot | rosekiller || After spending far too long unable to, Barty gives Evan the sloppiest, messiest blowjob in the nearest bathroom.

coming soon

stab/stalk au || rosekiller | After discovering the case of missing Judge Bartemius Crouch Senior, Evan Rosier finds himself intrigued by both the case and the family that surrounds it. Within just a few months he finds himself deeply curious in especially Crouch Senior's son, poor Bartemius Crouch Junior, a young boy around Evan's age, who was left to care for his sickly mother all on his own. Though the more Evan learns about Bartemius, or, as he likes to call him, Barty, the more he is forced to realise that perhaps tragedy doesn't just follow Barty on accident.

Strictly Come Dancing AU || jegulus | Regulus, a well known dancer on the show Strictly Come Dancing gets assigned to partner up with athlete James. Despite them suiting each other well in looks alone and people having high hopes for them as the queer couple of the season, the two have absolutely no chemistry. Strictly curse, will they, won't they? Regulus wants to win more than anything, but to what lengths will he go to, to do so?

[onehundredflamingos]

I’ve got a little snowball fight drabble for @theadultfandomproject ft. little Harry and Cassie (wolfstar’s baby girl by @industrations)

I wrote this one shot about little Cass a while back for anyone interested

Here ya have it <3

“Do you think they’re ever gonna come out?” James asked, laughing. “My snowball is melting, already!”

“Mine too,” Sirius said. “Better use it!” Sirius immediately launched his snowball, throwing it with perfect aim at his best friend, the packed snowball making contact against James’ bare cheek.

Sirius cackled as he turned to run, James hot on his heels.

“You two are idiots,” Regulus chided. “They’re almost ready, and you two are going to be left defenseless.”

Sirius stopped at once, turning to face James. “Oh, he’s ri—oof!” James’ snowball landed squarely against Sirius’ face, the snow flying into his mouth and making him sputter. He dragged his hand down his face, wiping away the icy flakes stuck in his beard.

“Prick,” he called to James, squatting down to scoop up another snowball, launching it at James, but missing by a hair. “Damn!”

All at once, there was commotion from across the clearing, soft-pitched war cries mingling with the sound of little feet shuffling through the snow.

“Get them!” Harry cried, him and Cassie rushing in opposite directions, jumpers curled up in front of them like little baskets, holding a mountain of snowballs each. They held the hem of their shirt up with one hand as the other scooped snowballs out one at a time, throwing them haphazardly toward the adults.

Regulus immediately launched his own half-melted snowball at Harry, just barely missing him—probably intentional, if Sirius had to guess.

“I don’t think so, Papa!” Harry called, laughing. He picked a snowball from his collection and threw it back at Regulus, hitting him square in his shoulder.

Regulus stumbled back, throwing the opposite hand up to his hit shoulder, feigning injury as Harry’s laughs floated on the wind, mingling with Cassie’s squeals.

“I’m gonna get you, Daddy!” Cassie called, running toward Sirius who immediately crouched behind James, using him as a shield.

“Get Uncle Jamie!” Sirius cried, holding onto the sides of James’ pant legs.

“Come on!” James moaned. “Am I the only one fighting? Lils help us out here!”

Lily looked down on the scene from her place on a low tree branch. She was swinging her feet, looking from the children to the adults and back again.

“Mum, help us get them!” Harry called up to her, pleading.

Lily laughed and jumped down, feet sinking into the snow. She scooped up handfuls of snow as she ran, flinging it loosely at James and Sirius as she went. “We’re gonna take you down!”

Sirius peered around James before making his way beside him and standing tall. Suddenly, it was a stand-off: three on three, everyone reaching down and scooping up new snowballs, feral grins on their faces.

“Everyone throw in 3… 2…,” James tried, but immediately Cassie was running forward, throwing a snowball from each hand as hard as she could at Sirius, seemingly spurred on by his screams of protest.

“You little cheat,” he breathed, scooping her up and digging his fingers into her sides, tickling her even through the thick fabric of her coat.

“Daddy!” she cried, trying to wriggle free. “Harry, get him!”

“Oh, no you don’t!” James yelled, trying to intercept Harry, but Regulus was too quick, throwing his own snowball at James, making him gasp. “Traitor!”

Regulus shook his head. “Just wanna watch my brother get taken down by a couple of kids.”

“You are a traitor!” Sirius cried.

“Those kids are menaces,” James said, quirking a brow.

“Just like their dads,” Lily said as she walked up to them, giving James and Sirius a pointed look. “They’re like little carbon copies of the two of you.”

Sirius looked up at James, wanting to deny it, wanting to retort that their children were nowhere near where James and he were when they were that age, but…

Sirius was suddenly pinned to the ground, genuinely attempting to fight against the weight of Cassie sitting on his chest. Harry was sprinkling snow into his hair and over his face, twisting his beard into little white locks.

“Cass, honey,” Remus called from right outside the back door of their home as he slowly emerged. “Why don’t you let your captive go, I’ve got hot cocoa!”

Cassie giggled before kissing Sirius on the cheek, jumping off him and running to Remus. Sirius could have kissed Remus then, for his impeccable timing; it had been getting hard to breathe, between the two kids and the cold air and the laughing.

“Go on,” Lily said encouragingly to Harry, nodding toward Remus. “You can have a cup too.”

“We’ve brought a cup for everyone,” Pandora said from right behind Remus, a tray of paper cups filled with hot cocoa in her hands. “And a black coffee for you, Reg,” she added with a wink at her best friend.

Sirius scoffed. Leave it to Regulus to be boring while everyone else was festive.

“Thanks, Pan,” Regulus said, ignoring Sirius altogether as he took the cup of coffee from her outstretched hand.

“Did you put marshmallows in mine?” Sirius asked, finally standing up from his place on the ground.

“Honestly, Siri,” Regulus said, rolling his eyes. “It’s like you’re younger than the kids.”

Remus chuckled. “Yes, love. I’ve brought one with marshmallows for you and James. And the kids, of course.” He winked down at the children in question, both of whom wore chocolate mustaches as they nibbled on the melted marshmallows they had sucked out of their cups.

James reached out and slapped a high-five to Sirius’ palm before they both strode forward and grabbed their cups of hot cocoa. They tapped their cups against one another’s in cheers before sipping the hot drink.

“I’m gonna get you both back,” Sirius whispered, bending forward and looking Cassie and Harry in their eyes. He flashed a mischievous grin as he allowed his playful threat to sink in.

“After lunch,” Remus called, always the responsible one.

“After lunch, it’s on,” James said with a smirk, backing Sirius up.

The same mischievous look passed over all four faces as they sipped on their drinks, and okay, maybe Lily was right.

“You don’t stand a chance, Daddy,” Cassie muttered under her breath, pointing a finger at him.

“No,” Sirius said. “I really don’t, do I?”

“None of us do,” James whispered from beside him, and Sirius knew neither of them were talking about the snowball fight anymore.

They were talking about the surge of love around them—the hot cocoa in their hands, the pain in their cheeks from laughing so hard, the stiffness in their legs from chasing after the kids. They were talking about the memories they were making, even as time flew by around them, seasons changing and the kids growing.

Sirius stuffed it all down inside him, tucking the memory of his daughter’s and godson’s little laughs into his soul, promising to never forget any of it. He took another sip of his cocoa as he made one more promise, this one aloud.

“You’re not taking me down without a fight,” Sirius whispered, stepping back and packing up a snowball, everyone setting their cups down and following suit.

The snowball fight was on — lunch would have to wait.

[ao3feed-jily]

playing would you rather, when it comes to fire

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by lovelyheartache

this is my jegulus band au where they are all musicians - james and reg were together but then reg signed onto a super controlling record label and broke up with him and ghosted The Marauders (james sirius remus peter band)...then lily and james have harry after a little sexytime snafu...a couple years later regulus finally gets up the nerve to quit and has to go into hiding for a month to avoid getting into legal (and physical) trouble with his record label, so he goes to stay with sirius (and the rest of the band aka JAMES) lily is a part of a girl group called Menace Next Door with marlene and mary reg backup band consists of dorcas pandora and barty, and evan is his manager/publicist there's going to be wolfstar marylily dorlene and rosekiller...I'm aware this is ambitious as hell but my heart is set on wolfstar angst, dorlene enemies to lovers, marylily secret relationship, and rosekiller friends to lovers so we'll see how it goes wish me luck *screams*

Words: 1889, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Mary Macdonald, Pandora, Pandora Lovegood, Bartemius Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Peter Pettigrew, Euphemia Potter, Fleamont Potter, Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle

Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, mary/lily, Bartemius Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier, past Lily/James

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Music, Alternate Universe - Rock Band

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[siriusmydeer]

my pretty witch

james potter x fem!reader

summary: james shows you how beautiful your body is.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: soft dom!james, sub!reader, fingering, fem!receiving oral, body insecurities, self doubt, missionary, penetration, marking, daddy kink, kissing, praise, mentions of sickness, wolfstar mention <3

note; requested.

the birds were singing, the sun was glowing, it was the most memorable saturday of the spring season.

students were speaking amongst themselves as the birds were increasingly chirping and the glinting sun that was only visible hanging planet in the sky that was emitting shimmering rays upon the two girls sitting amongst themselves. the faint gust of wind peering as subtle background noise whilst the rest of the courtyard was trifling around on the weekend.

“'m not sure lils, i just feel— it’s hard to explain.” you began to explain with an expression of embarrassment starting to linger on your face, a simple yet prying conversation amongst the ginger whilst you both sat upon the fresh-cut grass upon the millions of acres that belonged to hogwarts.

students of hogwarts were fairly spaced out upon the yard, as well as corridors and the library with madame pince no doubt hurrying them away to keep the tranquility rather in unbroken, as it was one of the first warm days for weather since the scotland air was filled with ivory flecks that completely covered the viridescent grounds.

almost no gryffindor peers around only the two of you insight. james, remus, peter, and sirius had all made their way closer to the quidditch pitch the minute they left breakfast; mainly so james could practice alongside sirius, and they could prance around the pitch on their brooms like first years who had just learned how to fly, as remus and peter watched. mainly peter, remus had cracked open his most latest read as soon as he sat upon the stands whilst faintly blushing from time to time at sirius’ winks and irritatingly pleasant wolf whistles.

what you hadn’t known was james leaving his mates with each other slightly earlier than expected in a quest for his girlfriend.

he had a glistering grin formed on his lips after catching sight of you speaking amongst lily. he was ready to parade over to you and boast about his newest quidditch tricks he had learned whilst sitting upon your lap ruining the serene aura that swarmed around your conversation with the ginger.

the deviant sun flickered delicate rays over your figure, to james you were effortlessly gleaming in the golden hues that radiated upon your skin.

his girl.

how could someone be so utterly beautiful?

the only thing diminishing his smile from the apex of his lips was when he was close enough to catch wind of your conversation with the gryffindor.

“i don't want him to think ‘m disgusting or anything! i just— i have stretch marks and stuff. i don't wanna be unappealing or something.” you whined following a groan whilst tilting your head back, covering your eyes at the slowly sinking sun radiating into your irises.

lily gaped at you befuddled before speaking, “but i mean, you’ve had sex before—” she spoke rather boisterously, you rapidly took the palm of your hand, clutching it over her mouth before she removed it and continued speaking, “and he's never been ‘disgusted’ or anything prior.” she finished in a whisper at your widen eyes; your face contorting into fear, afraid someone had heard what she said.

“’m just nervous that just because he doesn't express anything, doesn't mean he doesn't think it.” you chewed heavily at the skin of your peeling lips before applying a fresh layer of chapstick to the chapped cushions.

the awareness of your pending stress began to become overwhelming in your veins as you expressed your concerns to lily.

the bespectacled boy less than ten feet away from you tremendously creased his features in bewilderment, his face almost permanently contorting into a grueling grimace. did he ever do anything to make you think you were undesirable to him? you were quite literally an angelic essence that roamed the acres of hogwart’s at every waking moment of the day, it was like he had won the lottery, (something muggle-like you had mentioned to him) when you had agreed to go on a date with him.

and now you suspected something he couldn't even imagine in a nightmare.

he stayed a moment longer, listening to you drone on upon the fact he might've found you horrid or repelling. his psyche opting to trudge back to the gryffindor towers where he had originally planned to meet with you after your meet-up with lily.

what decision could've reveled in your mind to decide that he might've thought grueling thoughts on the certain aspects of your psychical appearance that he particularly found beautiful. your personality was captivating, of course. but that didn't mean he wouldn't bore his eyes into your figure trying to memorize every micro-detail of you and your features. any juncture of time he had with you he would spend adorning every aspect of you, when you happen to be separated he would spend his mind fulfilling images of you.

there wasn't one moment where he wasn't thinking of you.

and there wasn't one singular nanosecond he didn't think you weren't a goddess walking the earth.

even before you had brushed your teeth on particularly rough mornings before classes when the mangled tuffs of your hair that clung to your roots before brushing it, even when you were blowing your nose and heaving the tissues onto the ground when you were adamantly sick and you couldn't even whiff the most pungent scents; you were angelic.

so how in merlins name would you think so negatively of yourself?

james proceeded to haul his legs in pacing motions across the floor whilst he awaited your presence in the vermillion stricken common room. his thoughts overwhelming him on the mere thought of you and your psyche negatively impacting every nook and cranny of your mind-- which he would opt to remove any moment he got the chance to.

at the tumble of his limbs moving around the common room he heard a similar pair of footsteps enter the common room, “you alright, love?” you inquired gently, your figure tremendously slouched and drowsy after being in overwhelming embarrassment, the quick spin of his figure catching your attention.

“should i not have—” you initiated to speak again, your words almost completely disorganized, speaking first rather than overthinking your words at his slight apprehensive behaviors since you had arrived mere seconds ago.

“i love you,” he began, now walking over to your tense figure, “and you're my person,” said james in a rapid pace, the words of his tongue rolling off haphazardly. you began to crease your eyebrows confusedly at his confession, his hands deciding to sit on both sides of your fragile jaw that began to clench in the encasement of his palms.

you were adamantly confused at where his arbitrary confession had sprouted from, and the intentions behind it.

“’m quite aware, yes?” you sighed in the duration of your sentence recalling the conversation over your appearance with lily just a few minutes ago, now defiantly looking at your shoes before speaking again. “why the sudden confession, james?” you inquired again, this time sorrowfully.

“’m not an eavesdropper or anything,” he began to defend himself, seeing your eyes hastily peer ascent to him along with the widening of your eyes, “but, i— i heard what you said to lily.” he finished his sentence wistfully. you respired heavily for a moment, your hands now clutching onto his that remained laid onto your complexion.

“just, i dunno. ignore my thoughts, they’re stupid.”

his eyes proceeded to widen at your request. his reaction to being adamantly confused was contorted in the features of his face like he had been peering over the defense against the dark arts section on an O.W.L.S exam after not studying for a week.

“i could never just ignore you. i care about what you think, m’love.” he dragged the pad of his thumb against the dermis of your cheek, feeling the broad flush of your skin begin to warm the velvet palms of hands. “i just— i can't explain it.”

there was a detrimental feeling pooling in your mind at the feeling of embarrassment beginning to tinge your cheeks. you felt as if you were in the middle of a school audition and suddenly forgot all of your lines, the insistent feeling of unworthiness popping up in your mind every couple of minutes like a menace throughout your life.

“c’mon, darling,” he whispered whilst beckoning you, removing his hands that were clutched onto the apple of your cheeks now sliding his digits through your own. the balmy feeling of his palm radiating into yours was the only steady grasp you had while he had led you into his empty dormitory.

his emotions continued to display as unknown whilst he sat upon the vermillion knit comforter that laid quite messily upon his bed. his legs began to open whilst he brought your body between them. his palms making a heavy grip upon the curvature of your waist, and his thumb now stroking the cotton material that adorned your figure. his thumb gliding down to the hem, suddenly feeling the warm flush of your skin melding into his own.

“let me make you feel good.” james began to plead, his face quirking into a mild pout. your mind reflecting on your insecurities for a moment, the ripples in your skin, the vergetures tissue that was rooted upon your flesh, but as of right now that was now to be the least of your concerns that ventured in your mind.

the pads of his calloused palm lingered to the planes of your lower back to the swell of your bottom, his hands palming at the denim material while he awaited your answer; you merely nodded your head, his grin increasingly growing whilst his grip managed to maneuver you hurriedly onto the middle of his bed. your legs slightly fumbling before your spine was adjacent to his mattress.

his lip was now faintly tucked under the cushion of his lip while his athletic form began to hover over your body. the ivory white top you were dressed in was now being pulled down to the point of the exposure of your brassiere, and the dewy kisses emitting from his lips were now faintly pressed against the mantle of your skin.

his fingers feebly started to grasp at the flimsy material of your top before raising it over the undulating form of your body, his hand flinging the pallid fabric onto the mahogany wood of his dormitory. james had now buried his head between your supple mounds that laid gracefully on your chest, his swirling tendrils of brunet tickled at the planes of your jugular.

he felt the slight respire hitching in your chest while lips suckled at the skin that guarded your sternum, the slight blossoming hue rested in the juncture of your chest whilst his lips proceeded to move around your midriff.

the silk tresses of his brunet tuffs faintly titillated at your abdomen as the sponges of his kisses landed directly on the lower regions of your abdomen. his lips continuing to suction recurrent markings till the fluorescent blooms of umber and vermillion spilled delicately onto the searing flesh of your midriff.

his cerulean eyes peeled off of the buckle from your jeans, his eyes now sauntering out your face, and your arms now balancing yourself so you can gape into his eyes. he tilted his head in question, emitting a second nod of confirmation from you. taking it upon himself to rid of your clothing from your legs, leaving his hand traveling into the flimsy sheet of scarlet lace you had been clad in.

his finger swirled upon the swollen button once, releasing an enclosed gasp from your lungs that had been held in your trachea. his hands grasping upon the tight material and removing it from your body before looking at the sopping folds of your cunt.

once, twice, three times, he glided his fingers through your arousal effortlessly before attaching his lips to the swelled nub, proceeding to suckle like a babe. his tongue exploring your cunt whilst your wavering moans were transferring through the air. he began to maneuver your legs to balance on the bend of his shoulders whilst your pending moans lay enticingly in the air; your feeble digits feeling the strain of his tuffs in the clutch of your fingers at his arousing stimulation.

his ring and middle finger began to prod at your entrance before sliding into the depths of your aching cunt nimbly. his tongue stretched upon the crevices of your cunt while it collected your sickly nectar on the tip of his tongue, his face now buried in your cunt.

the unyielding quiver in your legs around his head was only steely increasing as he etched you closer and closer upon release. the bubbling moans exuding from your throat only increasing his current pride at your pleasureful noises making him grin into your cunt until you were pleading out to him, rather desperately.

“daddy, please. can i cum?”

“since you asked so nicely.” he retorted to your question enticingly. removing his mouth as his fingers recurrently impelled in the silken encasement of your cunt until your legs were trembling over his shoulders, and your mind had finally bleared out from the explosive butterflies that now lingered in your belly.

he caught sight of a few unwavering mauve lines that retracted in the inside flesh of your thighs, pressing a few absentminded kisses to them before his body began to hover over your own.

the bespectacled boy had now removed the indigo shirt from his body, his abdomen and rippling muscles were now in desolate from your slightly fatigued eyes. his body now recurrently hovering over your heaving one. his thumb swiped against your cheek once before his eyes came in the direct view of your churning abdomen.

he lowered his face till his nose was slightly smeared against your rib cage and his lips came in direct contact with the mauve and pallid lines you had been so doggedly insecure about.

his hands now placed on the curvature of your waist, admiring the stripes that now defined your midsection. tracing the small lines on the left, on the right, then craning his neck under your thighs so he could press a few absentminded kisses to the swell of your bum.

when he had returned from your underside, now catching your lips in a kiss. the hues of orange and red now bleeding into the atmosphere of the room, the sun slowly setting in the underworld amongst the other planets whilst he removed the remaining articles of clothing that had lingered on your figures.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into the junction of your neck, landing directly on your pulse point that had been unwaveringly erratic. “astonishingly beautiful, my angel.” he crooned into the curvature of your neck whilst his lips moved to the crease of your jaw.

his hands delicately were fixed on the apex of your thighs, the limbs hanging closely on the burly muscles of his waist. “please, daddy. need you so bad.” you began to mewl while his cock had nudged faintly at your thigh.

at your words, james leisurely filled you to the brim with his cock until the happy trail sprouted ascent his lower abdomen was now pressed against your hips in a minuscule grinding-like motion.

his forearms now embedding into the mattress beside your hair that was cascading around your face similar to a halo that an angel wore proudly, his hips continuously grinding against your hips whilst your ankles were brought into a tight lock on the lower curvature of his spine.

“my pretty girl.”

the motions of his thrusts were steady and protracted. the movements drawing out your orgasms substantially, rather than the feeling of intense euphoric elation, it’s rather prolonged and comforting in the small snap of a coil that trembled in your belly.

the searing flush of your skin colliding with one another whilst his mouth had now been placed upon your own once more. your arms now resting on the nape of his neck, the minuscule scratch, and tug of your fingers bringing him to center of the actions he was trying to exhibit towards you.

his love, his adoration, his appreciation.

the small kisses he left on your hairline whilst he was etched closer, and closer upon his release until the splintering clench in his belly had profusely slackened . “you’re so captivating.” he crooned amid your kiss after separating his lips from yours for a moment.

the meld of his skin against your own was enticing and inviting. his tongue swept into your mouth to envelop the feeling of you just a little more before the ropes of his release had seeped into the depths of your cunt; only deepening the liplock whilst his prick had remained inside of you.

it wasn't a long duration of time before james quickly scrambled away to dress you in his freshly cleaned vermillion and umber quidditch jumper and a pair of his boxer shorts, quickly cuddling close to your side whilst placing a few last kisses to your forehead before he had changed into a pair of sweatpants himself and beckoned you to lay on his chest.

“you m’dear, are, completely, and irrevocably bewitching. my pretty witch.”

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[spiltscribbles]

things you said at 4 am for wolfstar 👀

~Notes: OMFG babeyyyy! Thank you so much for the prompt and I hope you like this!!<3

Things You Said At 4:00 am  |  A Reblog Is Worth A Thousand Stars

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Slowly, Sirius blinks open his sleep deprived eyes  and relishes in the warmth emanating from their hearth like a caressing hand. He squeezes the arm he’s got wrapped around Remus’s slender waste just that bit tighter, and dips  down to kiss the consolation of freckles behind his left ear. Breathes in the familiar scent of citrus and cinnamon and cigarette smoke that clings to his silk like skin.

The cottage— their home— has finally lulled into a still sort of serenity, one  painted with moonlight and whispers of laughter soaked days, and it makes his heart contract. It’s been a decade since the end of the war, and even longer than that when he had finally escaped Grimmauld Place to live with the Potters, but their are still remnants of disbelief. Disbelief that his most cherished of loved ones had escaped those dark days with only a few scratches and a plethora of awful memories. Disbelief that he and Remus’s bond had never severed, that they fell back into one another like a long favored cloak, like it was always meant to be. Disbelief that he’s truly here, wrapped around the man he has always loved more than breath itself, as they gaze adoringly down at the angelic form of their son. Their Teddy.

Andromeda had offered to be their surrogate six years ago now, the day that he and Remus had wed in front of their nearest and dearest and promised themselves to one another for the next eon to come. But it had taken years filled with frightful hesitancy on Remus’s end, and endless research by James, Lily and Sirius themselves to actually except the offer. It’s been nearly two years when they had finally met a Muggle werewolf named Delilah who had three perfectly healthy children who hadn’t inherited the mutation. Remarkably, it proved enough for Remus and all his endless layers of caution.

And now they’re here.

Remus’s sat in his lap while  his raspy tenner  is softly crooning an old, Welsh lullaby that Hope had sung to him throughout his childhood, and Sirius is kissing along his swan like neck while holding up the bottle that a ravenous Teddy is feeding on with gusto, and they’re sat in this  sort of tranquility which Sirius never knew could exist. Merlin, his chest wants to burst with the love he feels for them, to crack right open and bleed out the golden, frothy emotion of adoration he holds for the two most important souls he has ever held, and it’s all too much but not nearly enough and Sirius thinks there is nothing he wouldn’t do just to keep them like this for all their days.

“He’s beautiful,” Remus says dotingly, brushing back a lock of Teddy’s downy hair— the same golden brown as Remus’s own. It’s been a point of contention for them through the past six weeks over who Teddy looks like more, and it’s always come to a draw thanks to the fact that  the Black genes are a strong lot.

He has the same shape to his eyes as Sirius, and the same blueish-gray color on top of that. He’s even got the same, dimpled chin that’s sure to be as narrow as Sirius’s own once the baby fat begins to shed. But he’s also been blessed with Remus’s button like nose, and the freckles that dance across his golden skin. “an angel just like his Tad.”

Remus snorts at him. “Flattery will get you no where Mssr Black.”

“I think flattery got me just about everywhere I wanted to go Mssr Black,” Sirius counters, kissing the hinge of Remus’s jaw, and gingerly pulling out the bottle from Teddy’s open mouth, who’s already begun to snooze. “This one is trouble,” he says while caressing his son’s cheek.

“Just like his Daddy,” Remus leers, eyes glinting with mischief and Sirius can’t believe how just a couple words pouring out Remus’s supple lips are enough to make him so thoroughly dazed. 

“What did I tell you about that word,” he tries to rebuke, but his voice instead comes out haggard and horse and wanting.

“Hmm,” Remus twists around so that they’re facing one another now, smirk back on his perfect, plump lips. “Well ’s four in the morning and this one will be asleep for hours. Maybe you should remind me why I shouldn’t call you that in front of the sprog? Eh?” He asks with one of his brows hiked.

And it’s like a hook tugging against Sirius’s stomach with the sudden and searing want. “You’re a menace Mssr Black.” He tells him sagely, and swears that if all he heard for the next millennia is the sound of Remus’s laughter right then— buoyant and glimmering and kissed by sunlight— he’d be so beyond content.

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[unfortunatelyevent]

Last 10 Fics Tag Meme

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics read or written and then tag others to do the same.

so i saw this and i really liked it so i’m doing it

1. Visceral Reactions by STARSdidathing (frostiron)

Tony wasn’t entirely sure how it happened.

One moment, he was chained to a wall in Loki’s latest warehouse lair and the mage was monologing. Tony was delivering his usual snarky one liners in response and Loki was trying not to look amused.

They were enemies just doing their thing and passing time until someone could save Tony (or he could save himself).

The point was, Loki was mid-monologue, throwing in some “mortals are beneath me, I hate you all” crap. Tony was rebutting that Loki was an Asgardian snob and, a total liar because he knew Loki liked a lot of Earth food, clothing and music.

Loki was towering over him and glowering.

And then... then they were kissing.

2. Friends Don’t Let Friends by theorytale (frostiron)

Steve was angling his shield to deflect a blast from Loki's staff, when out of nowhere the Hulk dropped down - splintering the concrete under their feet - and scooped Loki up in one massive green hand. Steve cringed reflexively even as he relaxed his stance. Loki was an evil bastard, sure, but watching Hulk use him like that whack-a-mole game was just… uncomfortable.

Only, Hulk didn't smash.

Loki struggled uselessly, yelling for the Hulk to put him down. It was kind of funny how fast the guy could go from menacing and legitimately frightening to… kind of pitiful. The cognitive dissonance gave Steve a headache.

Hulk lifted Loki up and peered at him intently, brow furrowed. "What puny god's intentions?"

3. Obliviousness Can Lead To True Love by pointnclickbait (science boyfriends)

Bruce swore softly shooting a glance at his watch as he hurried to the next presentation. This conference was turning out to be more hectic than he had expected. He had been hoping to catch a couple of presentations in particular but had already managed to miss some of them. The one he was hoping to attend the most was after the one he was currently running to. He really hoped he didn’t miss it. He paused at the entrance to the conference room to catch his breath before entering. He stepped in and scanned the room before hurrying to the one free space he could see. He settled down just as the speaker took to the floor.

He was so invested in what he was hearing that he forgot to keep an eye on the time and wasn’t aware of it until he was applauding the conclusion of the presentation. He looked at his watch absentmindedly before doing a double take when he saw the time. Swearing loudly this time he tried to squeeze his way through the crowd. By the time he finally escaped the room more precious time had elapsed. Inevitably by the time he reached his destination there was no possible way that he could have gotten inside. He let out a sigh of frustration and scrubbed his hand through his hair. It looked like he wasn’t getting into Tony Stark’s talk after all. He dropped his hand with another sigh. He’d been looking forward to the talk all weekend. It was the reason he had asked to have his presentation given so early, he had been hoping that he wouldn’t have to worry about the talks clashing. He swallowed his disappointment and headed for the dining hall hoping to eat his feelings.

4. The Language of Love by 1derspark (kaysanova)

To be in Jerusalem is to be hard of hearing.

Nicolo learns quickly there was no silence to be had in the city. Even on the way here, there is noise: the breaking of waves against a Genoese ship, the clamor of a thousand knights and horses, their armor clattering like heavy shells on the march to the holy city.

There is never silence. In Jerusalem it’s as if God were screaming, and with every hoarse screech the devil answered.

The battlefield is everywhere, and so is the blood. The sound of death, the sound of pain. Nicolo has dreamed in war cries for years, so this did not bother him. He dreamed in black curls, a dark helm pulled over an angry face, teeth bared and chattering in a language he did not understand but would soon come to hear very frequently.

He meets this man — the one that roars and tramples down swathes of armies beneath his feet — not too long after the fighting starts.

5. Here We Are, Born to be Kings by Purple_ducky00 (iron husbands)

“Your Highness. Lord Stark is here to see you.” Quentin Beck holds up his nose.

Prince James Rhodes rolls his eyes. It’s not like Beck should judge. He was only hired because his family was in serious debt.  Tony is working out of his.

Tony walks in a few minutes later, hair askew. “Wow, Rhodey, your servants hate me. I call it an achievement.”

“They just think it’s ok to judge since their scandals happened long ago enough for people to forget. You don’t deserve this.”

“I probably do.” Tony shrugs. “It doesn’t bother me. Actually, it gives me the chance to ditch my politeness because they already dislike me.”

6. Impossible Things by accioromulus (wolfstar)

Sirius arrives at the party two hours late and covered in snow. Facebook had suggested around thirty people were coming—a number which already threatened to overwhelm James and Lily’s tiny flat. When Sirius arrives at just past ten however, he immediately wishes he’d brought a sledge hammer, if only to make it past the front door. It’s clear that no less than fifty guests had burrowed their way inside. They stand in every corner, filling the narrow hallways and spilling out from every room, their faces vaguely familiar to him, their chattering bright and enthusiastic. Music drifts in from the sitting room, and it takes Sirius a moment to recognize it, bizarrely, as Christmas Carols, despite the New Years Eve decorations strung about the walls. He turns a corner, attempting suave and casual, but instead narrowly avoids a party-goer's over-enthusiastic elbow by crashing into Lily Evans.

7. greater love has no one than this by Jack_R (kaysanova) ((THIS IS A FAVE))

‘I am not going to Rum,’ Yusuf said. ‘They are filthy, depraved degenerates, and I will not bring dishonour on the house of my father by consorting with these Greeks dogs.’

‘I thought your mother was Greek,’ Niccolò said, mildly.

‘Then you should trust me when I say that their entire civilisation is simply beyond saving,’ Yusuf said.

8. fearfully and wonderfully made by bethecowboy (kaysanova)

Yusuf’s blood buzzes so hard through his veins that it takes all his effort to stay still. Every part of him longs for motion, for justice, for a swift end to the constant exhaustion.

He always calms his limbs, his mind, in time for Fajr: his forehead kisses the ground as the new sun soaks the sand in deep russet oranges. Light glints of the breastplates of dead Christians; it caresses the faces of his fallen brothers who had died defending the outer wall.

9. Genus and Species by 27dragons, tisfan (winteriron)

When Bucky opened his eyes, all he could see was green in all directions. At first he thought that was just the remainder of the Time Stone’s power. Thanos had done… something. No one quite knew what because the battle had been so confusing; the Power Stone blasting purple rays everywhere, the Space Stone moving people out of position, lord only knew what was happening with the Reality Stone. And then there had been a great, green wave of energy--

“Ug,” said someone nearby. It took Bucky a moment to clear his thoughts enough to identify it: Tony. “I feel like a Pride parade just swallowed me whole and then puked me out.” A pause. “Why are we in a jungle?”

10. Through The Years by hawkbucks (winteriron)

Tony is 8 and Natasha is 12 when Tony brings Natasha home for the first time.

“Mamma!” he brightly exclaims as soon as Maria opens the door, holding up one of his hands that is intertwined with one of Natasha’s. “This is Natasha! She helped me while I was walkin’ home from school today.” Before Maria can say anything, Tony is already rushing past her, dragging his newfound friend into the living room with him. He leads her to the rather lavish, cream-colored couch that’s bigger than necessary and tells her to sit down, letting go of her hand.

“Some’a the kids at school were followin’ me and sayin’ bad things to me,” Tony starts to explain as he takes off his patent leather shoes, remembering what his mother said about tracking dirt into the house. “But Natasha made ‘em go away. Then she said she’d keep walkin’ with me so that I’d get home all safe. She was really awesome!”

and that’s that, i have to say that i absolutelly love and rec all of these!

ok i’m tagging: @natyhunter @atypical-snowman @simplyclockwork @camp-half-dumbass and whoever wants!!! (also everyone i tagged please don’t feel obligated!!!)

[cheekytorah]

Muggle AU | Drabble

But is anything I write truly a drabble? I can never just stop at 200 words. So here's to a long(ish) drabble(ish) muggle au wolfstar! Cheers!

The pleasant laughter that filled the modest country home, in the small town they lived in, always put a smile on Remus Lupins face. His son was already 11 years old, but still found the most pleasure in little things like playing with their Huskey and watching ants carry crumbs ten times their size. Teddy Lupin was a wonderful child: smart, honest, kind. All the things Remus had raised him to be. He gave his boy everything he could. Teddy wanted for nothing. Except for his father to find love again. Of course, Remus knew this and always told him that he was very happy with his life as it was.

Dora Lupin had passed away when Teddy was but one year old. She had been in an unfortunate place at an unfortunate time and was caught in the middle of a thief and his escape route. It had been devastating losing her, and he had from then on dedicated his life to making a great life for Teddy, making sure he felt as loved as possible despite the loss of his mother. And loved he was. Teddy was surrounded by family; a cousin who doted on him, a grandmother who adored him, Remus’ closest friends who were family in every way that mattered, and a godfather who was at times the best help Remus could have asked for.

It was Friday, the regular night that Harry Potter arrived to care for Teddy while Remus went out with Peter and Marlene.

“Teddy! Your godfather is here! Come say hello!” Remus called up the stairs. It was seconds later the young boy was charging down the stairs screaming hello and throwing himself at Harry.

Harry’s mother Lily had been one of Remus’ closest friends growing up, his father James was another close friend. Time and life had taken its toll on the group. Though they were all still friends and considered one another family, it hadn’t been the same between James and Remus after highschool. He made other friends and Remus just didn’t fit in with them. Lily on the other hand, had coffee with Remus every Saturday afternoon when she came to pick up Harry.

“Hey there, pup! Missed you!” Harry said fondly and squished the boy in his arms. “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Dad said I can finally dye my hair blue! can we can we can we?” Teddy begged, his eyes light brightly with excitement.

Harry gave Remus an amused look, because yes Teddy has finally worn him down. Remus nodded sheepishly and grabbed his coat.

“There had better be no mess when I get home, if I find any blue anywhere young man, I’ll dye your hair back to brown myself.”

Teddy nodded frantically and pulled Harry towards the bathroom that he had set up perfectly for an evening of bleaching and dyeing his brown locks. Remus shook his head and smirked before heading out the door to meet his childhood friends.

~*~

“We are too old for this!” Peter complained as he usually did when Marlene ordered a third round of whiskey shots for the table.

It was the same every weekend. Marlene would have them drink too much, they’d all stumble back to Remus’ where the couple would crash into a guest room and in the morning they’d all have bacon sandwiches while watch morning cartoons with the minor. They may be too old for it, but Remus lived for Friday nights, adult conversation and letting loose a little after a week of suits, ties and keeping his kid alive.

“40 is not old, Peter. I resent the accusation that it is. You’ll pay for that tonight,” Marlene glared at her husband as she shot another drink down her throat.

“Yes, dear,” he smirked over his own drink before he too downed the amber liquid.

“No one is paying for anything in my guest bedroom,” Remus groaned.

“Prude,” Marlene coughed.

Remus glared at her but smiled happily anyways. He was happy. It had taken a long time, but here he was enjoying time with people he loved. Happy.

Loud, barking laughter broke the silence at their table and the three turned their heads towards the sound. Remus prickled in annoyance, eyes narrowing at the figure laughing happily in a group. Sirius Black, a coworker at his office, and a complete jerk. It probably didn’t help that the man was James best friend, and the reason he and James hadn’t spoken properly in 8 years.

He was also a slag. It was well known at the office that he had worked his way through the beds of half the female employees and he was constantly pulling idiotic pranks on some of the employees on the floor down from them. He was worse than Remus’ 12 year old child. He had the maturity level of a 6 year old and the attention span of a 3 year old.

“What a prat,” Remus muttered.

“You don’t even know him, anymore,” Peter said pointedly.

“Oh come on, that guy is a menace!” Remus insisted.

“Is that why you stare at his arse when he walks past your cubicle?” Marlene says in a (not so innocent) innocent manner.

“I’ll give you that he’s fit, but he’s still a prat!” Remus sighed and trailed his finger around the rim of his glass.

Marlene hummed quietly looking intently at Remus’ expression before turning and-

“Oi! Black! Did you know you got a fine arse but your annoying as all hell?” Marlene yelled across the room.

Remus froze and all the colour drained from his face. The liveliest group in the pub fell silent, Sirius turned with a bright smile lighting up his face and winked at her.

“Of course, McKinnon! Second finest ass in the company,” his brows waggled suggestively at her.

“That’s my wife, Black.” Peter called in a half hearted frustration but mostly amusement.

“Not who I was talking about,” Sirius yelled back with a suddenly soft smile and then turned back to his friends to continue his animated storytelling.

“Hmmm. I wonder who he could possibly have meant, love,” Marlene said to her husband but looking right at Remus.

“Yes. A complete mystery,” Peter grinned.

“I think it was Janice this week, or was it Linda? I can’t keep track.” Remus muttered under his breath. But not quietly enough it seemed.

“Oh but it seems you are,” Marlene smirked. “I want poutine! You boys done nursing your drinks, or can we get out of here?”

Remus nodded and downed the last of his whiskey and followed his friends out of the pub and into the night.

~*~

Remus was exhausted, the week had dragged and by Friday he wasn’t even sure he had the energy to go to the pub. He had worked on a merger for the first half of the week, pulling over time nightly. Thursday and Friday was full of lawyers meetings with clients and a whole lot of back and forth that made remus’ head spin.

When he finally got home on Friday afternoon, he had managed to settle the case and make his superiors happy, but he was just ready to curl up with Teddy and Harry to watch a film. Of course Marlene and Peter wouldn’t hear it, and soon his phone was ringing constantly till Remus had no choice but to meet with them.

“Go on, you deserve it! Have a nice night, I’ll see you later,” Harry smiled.

Remus nodded with an apologetic smile on his face as he left the house and made for the pub a few blocks away.

The room was oddly quiet when he arrived, and he quickly found Marlene and Peter sitting at their usual table. The usually rowdy group wasn’t in their regular booth it seemed and it dramatically changed the atmosphere.

“I say we have a couple drinks and head over the matinee in the park down the road! I even brought something along,” Marlene grinned cheekily and pointed to the two large thermos’ in her purse.

“The fresh air could do you good Remus, you look wiped,” Peter said after searching Remus’ face.

“The merger is over, that’s all that matters. I’ll catch up on sleep this weekend.” Remus sighed running his hand over the back of his neck.

They chatted about work a little more and then, their drinks finished, they headed towards the movie that was playing against a large building in the park. It wasn’t overly crowded with people, just a few sparse individuals and a couple large groups chatting with eachother while an image of David Bowie clad in tights and 80’s metal hair paced around a room filled with little goblins played on the wall.

“Damn you, Padfoot! My shirt is soaked now!” A familiar voice yelled to their right.

Marlene passed the thermos and they watched as Sirius fell over laughing and James Potter was covered in some kind of purple liquid and gel. Remus smirked, forgetting his annoyance with Sirius Black, and appreciated the amusing scene in front of him.

He found himself watching Sirius again. As if he could ever really get the infuriating man out of his head to begin with. This week alone Sirius had walked by his cublicle 8 times a day, that’s 40 times in a week. Way too many times for Remus’ sanity. Sure the work week had been hectic but forcing himself into a state of indifference and calm after each time Sirius walked by was what really exhausted him.

The long black hair that fell to just above his shoulders in a sexy shaggy way, the piercing grey eyes and the sultry smirks that were always decorating his aristocratic features. Remus was done for, and he knew it too. Of course, he’d never admit that to anyone. Least of all his so called best friends.

He chugged back the sweet drink, and turned back to the movie. Soon he’d be at home in his soft bed, no longer thinking about a certain man. No. Because he never thought about Sirius Black at home, alone. In his bed.

Fuck

~*~

TBC

[drarrylovebot-blog]

Wolfstar AU

Prompt: “You should be very, very scared of me.”

“So Moony…” James drawls his words casually as he plops down beside Remus inside the library. Remus looks at his friend impassively.

“Yes James?”

“What is this news that I heard about you?” James wiggles his eyebrow playfully, which makes Remus confused.

“What news?” James only grins.

“Well, I heard that you, Remus Lupin, my werewolf best friend, fancy Sirius Black, the Gryffindor’s bad boy, who is my other best friend… Any comment on that? Or should I force the answer out of you?” Remus chokes on his saliva, while trying to be nonchalant and paying a serious concentration on his book. A charade that he fails tremendously as his face reddens like a tomato. “Remus…” James warns.

“Fine! Yeah, okay, you’re right! I fancy that stupid black dog. Happy now?”

“Not quite.” But James stays true to his words because he’s frowning. “Why haven’t you… I don’t know, made any move, yet? I mean Sirius must be elated.”

“Elated? James, are you blind or just simply being idiotic right now? That man is like a fucking sex god, walking with his black leather jacket and whatnot, and I am this… This. Do you think I have a chance with him? Seriously, I’m a werewolf and he’s a fucking pureblood.”

“He doesn’t bear their supremacist, Moony.”

“His family does!” Remus finally snaps. “Leave it, James, I won’t risk our friendship for this stupid hormonal reactions.”

“Alright, I’ll leave it to you, but please, at least thinks about his point of view. It has been three weeks since you started avoiding him, he looks like a fucking kicked puppy every time you leave us to study alone.” Remus only sighs heavily. Yeah, he’ll try to stop avoiding the man.

*

It turns out the plan doesn’t work until two months later. Remus has made the plan quite clear for him to follow, avoid Sirius until he’s sure the not so little crush is vanished, or at least under control and he doesn’t want to jump at Sirius every time they meet in the hallway. Yap, the plan doesn’t work. In fact, the not so little crush has transformed into a quite uncontrolled fondness, and with them being a hormonal 17 years olds don’t quite help him in the south department either.

Finally, Remus has enough with all the avoiding he has been doing. Right now, he doesn’t actually care with his keep growing feelings; he just knows that he needs to talk to Sirius again. He has missed his best friend as now Sirius doesn’t even talk to him, deliberately distancing himself from Remus, and making the strain in their friendship tenser than ever. Remus understands that it’s probably his fault, but he doesn’t want them to not become anything at all, at least they were friends if becoming a couple is impossible. Remus needs to apologize, and feelings be damned, he needs the man to know his feelings –no, he needs to know if they ever had a chance on being together. So, fuck it all, he’ll talk to Sirius Black.

Well, in reality, that plan is easier to say than do. Sirius is actively avoiding Remus that he has no chance to talk to the other man at all. Thus the reason he comes back to James for help.

“James, I need your help…” James raises his eyebrow at that.

“You need my help now? Yeah, okay, spill your desire Remus Lupin, I shall grant it for you.” James says in his most sarcastic tone, and that means he’s either furious or just so fucking done with everything. Remus guesses it’s a little bit of both.

“Come on, James, I’m sorry… Please?”

“My friend, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you push us all out, and that’s not okay with me.” James speaks lowly as he rests his hand on Remus’ shoulders, his palm is gripping tightly on the edge of Remus’ arm. James is definitely angry. “You’re lucky Peter is in the library. If he’s here, he’ll mauled you by now.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to sort this out by myself, and it clearly didn’t work. I’m sorry I push you all out, I know what I want to do now, but I need your help to make it happens.” James sighs, but Remus can see the hard eyes soften considerably. His resolves are crumbling down.

“Fine, okay, apologize accepted. What do you need?” Remus grins at that.

“Sirius.” Remus answers with certainty, which James chuckles at.

“No can’t do, mate. You’re on your own with him.”

“No, no, I mean, I want you to help me to meet with him. He keeps avoiding me that I can’t even catch his gaze on the hall. I need to talk to him about whatever’s happening between us right now.” James smile turns to teasing at that.

“And what would you talk to him about? You do know as good friends I need to keep him save from other men that try to seduce him blindly to one’s strange bed, don’t you?” James shrugs nonchalantly, but there’s a warning somewhere inside the twinkling eyes and smirking lips. A warning that if Remus breaks anything after this conversation –hearts, or trust, or anything he holds dear– there will be chaos inside their friendship bond, something that will take very long to rebuild.

“I have decided to just bollocks it all and told him the truth, you know the usual cliché of wearing my heart on my sleeves and letting it be put into other’s hands.” Remus answers with the same level of joke, but silently letting James know that after tonight the highest probability that will happen is for him to help Remus fixing all the broken pieces. James’ eyes turn serious then he nods.

“Meet him tonight, Astronomy Tower at 8 p.m. I’ll make sure he’ll be there.”

“Thank you, Prongs.”

“What are friends for, Moony. Glad to have you back!” James squeals the last part and dramatically jumping inside Remus’ embrace.

*

There is one big plot hole in all of this scheming that has been forgotten by both Remus and James. Tonight is the full moon. No, Remus doesn’t forget to drink his potions or anything, but it doesn’t mean he will be strong enough to do anything more than lying down in pain. And that is the sole reason why Remus has been lying on the cold stone of Astronomy Tower for two hours, the moon is hung high up in the sky while he’s busily moaning weakly as each wave of pain struck his body. James must have totally forgotten about the moon, and Sirius is nowhere to be seen. Well, seeing as it’s almost 10 p.m., he is certainly not late.

That thought makes its home inside Remus’ brain until he hears another footsteps coming from the staircase. Remus keeps his weak moans between his bitten lips, afraid someone might understand the situation, and then he’ll be sacked from school tomorrow because parents don’t want their kids to be in the same school with a werewolf. But then a very familiar long jet black hair pops out from around the corner, followed by the half curious half apprehensive expression he will recognize anywhere.

Sirius Black is standing on the top of the Astronomy Tower’s stairs, looking around the quite large space –when it’s empty, trying to find something, anything that might still be here –of course not, he’s trying to fucking make sure whether Remus is still here and actually wants to meet him or not. His eyes stops searching when they catches the sight of half lying, half sitting Remus on the cold stone, face strikingly pale, but the warm brown eyes twinkle under the moonlight as they stare at Sirius. His eyes are always mesmerizing under the moonlight. Under the… moonlight… Sirius eyes widen in panic as his head snaps to look outside the window where the full moon is hanging proudly on the black ink sky. Fuck. Without wasting any second, he runs toward Remus’ side and holds his left hand.

“Remus, oh fuck, are you okay?” Remus chuckles at that.

“Don’t worry, nothing worse than the usual.” Remus says with a hoarse voice. “You came, I thought I’m gonna have to endure the night alone.”

“Oh, no, my friend, I’m here, I’ll turn into Padfoot, okay?” But Remus catches Sirius’ hand before he can make any moves.

“Don’t. I haven’t changed yet, stay with me, I need to talk to you. The night is still young, Padfoot.” Sirius actually whines sadly at that.

“Remus, we can talk tomorrow, just save your energy for now.”

“I might lose my courage to talk to you tomorrow, so we’ll have to do it now. I’m sorry for pushing you away.” Sirius has the audacity to actually scoff and turn his eyes away, even though his hand is still gripping Remus’ tightly.

“Do you now? Where have you been for the last three months?”

“I’m sorry, I think it is the best thing I can do to save myself, but apparently I stand corrected.” Sirius looks at him with a menacing glare.

“Save you from what? Remus we’re your friends –your family! Do you actually believe that we will bring you harm?!” Sirius is hurt, oh, he’s very, very hurt.

“Save me from you, Sirius Black, I have been trying to save myself from you.” Now Sirius actually yanks his hand from Remus grasp.

“Oh, this is utter and complete bollocks! You, Remus Lupin, is my friend, but right now you’re being an insufferable git. I’m out of here, fuck this. Have fun turning into werewolf on your own!” Sirius stands up and walks to the stairs.

“I like you, Padfoot.” Remus says to stop Sirius. “And I know the probability of this is down to zero, but I like you, so I try to not provoke the feelings any further by distancing myself from you.” Remus goes silent for awhile, waiting for Sirius’ reaction. “Clearly, I have failed.” He says before another wave of pain rolls through his body, making him cries out by the element of surprise. Sirius turns back around and walks back to Remus, holding his hand and slapping the back of his head with the other hand.

“Next time start with that sentence before the entire bullshit of saving you from me, you git.” Sirius finally sits beside Remus in a relax stance, hand still holding the bigger hand. “Why don’t you just tell me, Remus?”

“And risk this?” Remus raises their joined hand. “Yeah, no, and beside let’s face it, you’re fucking Sirius Black and I’m just Remus Lupin, one fourth of The Marauders. You have this rebellious stance on the way you make yourself known, you play Quidditch, you’re a fucking someone without giving too many effort at that. Me? My friend, I read books and good at DADA, that’s what summed me up. And let’s not forget that I’m a fucking werewolf and you’re the bloody pureblood.”

“Remus, you fucking moron, we’re here because you’re here. Believe me, without you there will be no Marauders at all as we will all be expelled by McGonagall on our second day on here. And you’re someone very important, at least for the four of us, which I hope is the most mattered to you other than others opinions. Anyway, me being a pureblood has no correlation with you being a werewolf. Werewolf or not, I won’t introduce you to my family. You’re too precious to see that toxic place.”

“What are you saying, Sirius?” Remus looks at the bad boy beside him curiously.

“I’m saying that for once your calculation about probability is mistaken, Remus.” Sirius grins. “If you just talk to me sooner, you’ll know that your feeling will not be condemned to hell before it even blooms.”

“Sirius Black, you’re kidding me right now.” Remus says with blooming hope and awe in his voice.

“Nope, well of course, you’ll have to take me to a dozen of amazing dates before I’ll say yes to be your boyfriend, but I think the chance for that is quite high.” Sirius nods with a far off gaze, looking like he’s already can see their future lies out in front of him.

“You haven’t seen the worse of me, Padfoot. This, all of this is nothing. The last seven years was nothing compared to what I could actually do if I lost control.” Remus says in a small voice which makes Sirius looks at him, straight in the eye. The seriousness those eyes could actually bear is quite intimidating, even for Remus who knew him for seven years.

“You won’t scare me away.”

“You should. You should be very, very scared of me –of what I could have become.” Remus can be stubborn when he wants to, but even this one is dimmed by his blooming hope and thudding chest. He could have Sirius. Sirius might become his. Remus is too drunk with those thoughts to be stubborn about Sirius’ safety. Maybe he’ll regret it later, but right now he wants to be with Sirius, werewolf be damned.

“Let me be the judge of that, right now, let me be giddy with the thought of you taking me out for dates, okay?” Sirius grin mirrors the ear splitting grin Remus is displaying. And right there, Remus finally understands how compelling Sirius looks under the moonlight, long shaggy hair reflecting the silver light as his eyes keep Remus confined inside them – a confinement, in which he never wants to get free. Unconsciously, he starts leaning in, eyelashes flutters to shield his eyes and blocks everything out, hands gripping on Sirius elbows for support, until soft full lips touch his delicately.

There’s something surprising from Sirius kiss that compels Remus to keep pressing their lips together. He always thought if they were to kiss it will be because Remus is finally frustrated enough with his feelings that he pushes the man and claims him on the nearest wall, or that the embarrassingly blurted out his feelings and covers it with and awkward chaste kiss. He never thought it will be like…this. Sirius lips are soft and gentle. They move delicately above Lupin’s lips, almost shy, but also firm, like there’s a perfect balance of strength and fragility in the way their lips move against each other. There’s gracefulness in the way Sirius moves above him, a fluidity which always dims by his rebellious stance. Sirius kisses like he duels –strong, poised, and elegant. He never thought it will be heart wrenchingly, and achingly sweet.

For once in seven years, students can sleep peacefully as there is no blood curling scream from the Shrieking Shack on a full moon night. And maybe if you woke up a little bit earlier, just before the sun peeks above the horizon, to post your mail to the owlery, or if you accidentally arrive at the Astronomy Tower at an ungodly hour in the morning, you can witness how a peacefully sleeping seventh year student being carefully guarded and lovingly cuddled by a Grimm as black as the night sky.

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