#wolfstar drabble

[addsalwayssick]

Day 26- Amortentia word count: 489- @wolfstarmicrofic

“You’re supposed to chop the hippogriff toe! Not mince it!” James told Sirius.

“Is it not the same?” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

“No!” Lily snapped from beside them. She pushed both of them out of the way, and fixed their potion.

Once the bubbling had gone down, and it started to smell a bit enticing, Sirius knew they were close. “Thanks, mate.” Sirius nodded at Lily.

Lily smiled, continuing to work alone. She was waiting for Remus.

“So what’s next?” Sirius asked James.

James looked in his potions book, adjusting his glasses. “I guess it’s just cloves, then it should smell like our one true love.” James said, sprinkling in the cloves.

Sirius sniffed as a smell started coming up. “Is that chocolate? And it smells like-“

“God, Sirius. Did you drown this place in your cologne?” Remus said, walking into the potions room. Remus had a rough moon, so he had to stay the night in the wing. Madame Pomfrey had let him sleep.

Sirius felt defensive. “No! I didn’t even have time to put on- Holy crap.”

“Holy crap.” James echoed. Lily, from the next table over, banged her head on the table.

The class went silent before settling into a quiet chatter. Remus walked up next to Lily, setting his bag down.

“What do you smell?” Whispered James. Sirius still shocked, grinned.

“It smells like chocolate and Moony’s shampoo.” Sirius said. “Does this mean he likes me back?” Sirius asked, excitedly.

“I think it does, Paddington.”

Sirius smiled softly.

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“What are we making?” Remus asked Lily, looking into the cauldron.

Lily looked positively exasperated. “Do you want to know after the fuss you made about it smelling like Sirius?”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“I’ll give you a hint. It smells like Mary for me.” Lily said, glancing over to where Mary and Marlene were arguing over who gets to dump in the rose petals.

Remus thought for a moment. “But you like- No. You’re taking the piss. Stop it.”

Lily grimaced. “Sorry, mate. You’re out of luck.”

Remus groaned, glancing over at Sirius. Sirius was whispering with James, and he knew that Sirius probably hated him by now.

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“Should I ask him out?” Sirius asked grinning. From a little bit over, he heard Remus groan. “Oh my god. Does he even like me? What if he likes you? You sometimes use my cologne!”

James rolls his eyes and turns Sirius to face Remus. “Rem!” He says.

Remus look over at them, face pulled tight.

“Go on, ask.” James tell Sirius.

Sirius goes red before squeaking out, “Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?”

Lily and Remus look at each other, before Remus smiles a bit and says “Yeah, sure.”

James runs over to Lily, giving her a high-five, before returning back to his cauldron. While Remus and Sirius giggle to each other, he sniffs it. Broom polish. Huh.

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Look, i know that the 26th was yesterday, but i really was excited to do this one. i even set a countdown 😭

but in my defense, i was delirious yesterday because of how sick i was. But! you get two oneshots today! one for amortentia and one for james bday!! be excited. anyways love you mwah

[engie-ivy]

"How can you even remember?" Remus blurts out.

Sirius tilts his head. "Remember what?"

Remus averts his eyes. "I mean, Azkaban, the Dementors... It's what they do, isn't it? They drain it out of you." He shakes his head. "Everything that's happiness, comfort, love... They drain it out of you." He glances up at Sirius. "Then how come you remember how I loved you?"

Sirius looks away and stays silent, as he seems to be staring off into the distance. Just as Remus starts to think he won't answer him, maybe can't answer him, Sirius speaks.

"I remember seeing your face," he says softly. "I remember, after my wand was broken and I was forced to my knees and put into chains, before they handed me to the Dementors, how dozens of people surrounded me, their eyes looking down on me, filled with hatred and disgust. And then I remember seeing your face. I remember the betrayal, the hurt, the heartbreak, in your expression. And each time I thought back to that expression over the years, I used to think, wow," Sirius turns his head to Remus, meeting his eyes with a faint smile on his lips. "He must've really loved me."

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

More hippie Remus x scientist Sirius because I have an unhealthy attachment to them now.

Like genuinely they mean everything to me.

Masterpost here!

Sirius had decided that nothing was going to get in his way at work that day. He was just going to buckle down and finally get the results he needed to get. It wasn’t going all that well, causing him to curse at two of his employees and shout at his microscope to ‘fuck off and die’, earning him a concerned glance from James.

He was honestly reaching his last straw when someone walked up to him, phone in hand.

“Uh… sir?” They sounded nervous, seemingly gauging his reaction and whether or not he should run.

“Somebody better be dying!” Sirius shouted, shooting the person a glare.

“I- sorry, it’s just- someone on the phone.” They muttered quietly. “A… Remus Lupin? You know what, I’ll tell them to go-“

“No, wait.” Sirius grabbed the phone, holding it up to his ear. “Hey, darling.” Sirius’ tone almost immediately softened, tension in his shoulders releasing at the knowledge that he was on the other line. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I had a feeling that you were stressed, so I just wanted to check in.” Sirius smiled to himself, pressing his fingers against his mouth for a moment.

“Mhm, you could say I’m stressed.” He answered simply.

“I’m out at the moment, want to take a long lunch?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great, I’m outside.” Remus said, and Sirius almost wanted to laugh, anger forgotten. Of course he knew, he always bloody knew. “See you in a few minutes? I can show you the crystals I got from Lily.”

“That sounds amazing, Moony. See you in a few. Love you.”

“Love you too.” With that, he hung up, standing up and walking over to his bag, he shrugged his lab coat off. He hadn’t realised that a silence had fallen over the lab, everyone watching him, confused. “If anyone touches my work while I’m gone, you’re dead.” He announced, turning and walking out.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

~Old Dogs <3

for @krethes, @plecotusauritus, @kaaaaaaarf

The year is 2013, it’s October and Remus is one cranky old man. (He’s 53.)

It’s icy cold in the mornings already, as it tends to be in the south-western English countryside and especially at this time of the year.

Their bed is toasty warm and loaded with feathery pillows to support Remus’ stiff and creaky body as good as possible but his husband is a restless little ball of ideas and insane genius and he’s also an insatiable little brat so that’s why-

“Moons,” whispered on a breathy little snicker, much too boyish for a man in his mid fifties and the mattress dips beneath his weight. Carefully straddling Remus where he’s laying on his stomach, face smushed into two pillows and fuzzy blanket pulled up to his chin and Sirius leaning down, eloping him with his body. There’s long curls tickling Remus’ nostril and he smells of outside air and the thick sherpa collar lumberjack he wears out in his tinkering shed. Which is really more of a good-sized barn, at this point.

He grunts, a vague grumbling noise and Sirius snickers again and then there’s warm lips on Remus’ stubbled, bony cheek which is much too lovely for the early hour and can only mean that his husband wants something.

Remus balls his fist more tightly in the soft material of the blanket.

Sirius, of course, quick as ever, notices and gives another rumbling laugh. Something that vibrates through his chest, past his ribs and seeps into Remus’ spine in an instant.

Warmth pooling in the middle of his chest that works better than any radiator or heating charm in the world. And that’s dangerous because Remus melts a bit then. Turns a little gooey and blurry around the edges. He doesn’t get butterflies anymore, in that cliché sense, after the amount of years, but he gets this.

This ball of everything warm and light in his chest that’s so strong it presses against the inside of his sternum and makes Remus feel close to bursting some days. With how bone deep happy he is.

And Sirius giggles, shakes the bed a bit, because he’s evil and he knows and also knows that he’s got Remus all wrapped around his finger like that, like he’s old chewing gum, stretched thin and no backbone and that it won’t take much more.

But his husband is also fucking lovely and the best man Remus knows and so Sirius kisses his cheek again.

Stubble catching on beard and it’s raspy and it makes Remus’ lips twitch into a smile, eyes still closed and then it’s a little sing-song of, “Mooo-nyy,” and teeth nipping at Remus ear lobe.

And Remus has learned over the last decade to indulge his dramatic side a bit, now that the present sorrows of his life consist of having forgotten milk at the store again and their radishes not taking fruit in their own garden behind the house, so he draws his eyebrows together and grumbles. Wiggles the slightest bit under Sirius’ comfortable weight as if attempting to throw him off, to make his husband leave him alone and to his slumbers.

Sirius laughs above him, sees right through him, of course, as Remus knew he would. His husband laughs and it’s boyish and childish and with the rasp of 54 year old because Sirius adores him, and Remus loves him.

And then Sirius sucks in a breath and stretches closer, humid breath puffing against the shell of Remus’ ear and it’s a soft melody of, “You, you-you are,” and Remus groans before his husband is even done.

Squints his eyes open and glares over his shoulder to come face to face with Sirius singing around a playfully tantalizing smile, expression coy and nearly ruined by how hard he’s trying not to laugh.

Rosy lips framed by dark, coarse hair and his silver eyes crinkling. Laugh lines, permanently etched into his skin and it’s the most handsome thing about Sirius in his fifties. Or maybe it’s the single white streak in his hair, and Remus doesn’t even want to start listing things because that’ll turn into a long morning.

Instead he presses his lips together and gives Sirius a look, who has now moved onto a little shoulder shimmy, jostling Remus and continuing to parrot the princess of pop, “You, you-you are,” sharp eyes flying wide open and fixing Remus, lopsided smirk and glinting canines, “Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer,” abruptly sitting back on his haunches and bursting out the air drums.

The single laugh tumbles out of Remus’ involuntarily but Sirius winks, pleased with himself and extracts himself to continue dancing around in their bedroom as Remus slowly sits up.

He wiggles his toes and cracks his back, stretches his arms to the ceiling and groans a bit. Still hears Sirius chirping the lyrics from where he’s disappeared into their en-suite bathroom, heavy shoes tipping and tapping away—he’s left his dirty boots on.

That alone is almost enough for Remus to spring up out of bed (read: stand up slowly but walk briskly) to snatch his husband up and show him what he thinks of Sirius trudging dirt into their bedroom.

But before Remus can even make the decision Sirius comes back into the room with Remus’ toothbrush in hand, a dollop of toothpaste on it.

Drapes himself against the doorframe dramatically, the back of one hand at his forehead, “You- you got me going,” throwing his hips out and pressing off the wall, stalking closer, “You- you’re oh so charming,” biting his lip for enunciation.

Remus rolls his eyes with a smile and then there’s a grip on his jaw, Sirius plopping down on the mattress next to him, seductive expression turning faux disapproving, “You- But I can’t do it.”

Shoving the toothbrush into Remus’ mouth and whirling up and away. Remus starts brushing dutifully, and Sirius turns around himself two times before taking a stance, fixing Remus with his stare again, and spitting venomously, “Womanizer.”

Sirius dances through the rest of the refrain and Remus watches unperturbed until he almost drops some of the toothpaste onto the sheets. Sucks the foam back up and tilts his neck back, going to stand up.

He pads over to the bathroom, Sirius hot on his trail.

Fingers slipped under Remus’ sleep shirt and squeezing reprimandingly, “You- you say I’m crazy.”

Remus bends down to spit some of the toothpaste into the sink, letting Sirius rove his calloused fingers up his scarred back. “You- I got your crazy,” snapping his teeth and digging his blunt nails into Remus’ shoulder blades and Remus smiles around the minty foam.

“You-” Sirius’ chin hooked over Remus’ shoulder, “You’re nothing but a,” growling into his ear, “Womanizer.”

“Daddy-O,” Remus turns, fast, and plants a big, foamy smooch on Sirius’ half open mouth.

They erupt into a bit of a tousle then, but eventually a few more minty but distinctly less foamy kisses are shared where Remus is leaning against the sink with Sirius standing between his legs, fingers playing with the little curls at Remus’ nape.

Sirius grins up at him when Remus hums the refrain again under his breath, Cheshire cat, pleased as a Kneazle, “Gets you every time.”

Remus rolls his eyes, knocks their skulls together, “It’s a classic.”

“It’s only been 5 years!”

“Mark my words though,” Remus raises and eyebrow and now it’s Sirius rolling his eyes.

He looks criminally gorgeous doing it so Remus kisses him again.

Pulls him closer around the waist and lets a hand slip down to grab at his ass. There’s no urgency behind it, just the desire to feel, to have him atomically under his palms and to hold him close.

A press of warm lips and then Sirius groans happily when Remus nudges at his seam with the tip of his tongue. It’s languid and slow and it has Remus’ chest close go bursting again when they separate with a wet little smacking noise.

Remus licks at the saliva on his lips and nudges their noses together, “So tell me why I was rudely awoken in the early hours of the day and with toothpaste instead of coffee no less.”

Sirius’ eyebrows fly up and his body goes back to rigid and energized, strung tight with creativity and Remus would mourn the way his pliant body had slotted against his own if he didn’t love the way Sirius’ face lights up to much. “Oh, I need some picture frames!”

“Mm,” Remus makes, levels him with another look, “And that wouldn’t have waited another hour or two?”

Sirius shakes his head, grinning, “No can do, Mister Moons.”

“Of course.”

And then Sirius leans close again, eyes lidded and something stirs in Remus gut the tiniest bit. And Sirius voice matches the look so Remus almost doesn’t catch what he says then.

But he does, because what comes out of his lovely husband’s mouth is equally as alluring as the promise of sex, “Y’know that antique shop that’s right next to the old lady’s stand that sells those hot chocolate rum mulled wine creations you’re so crazy about?”

Remus does know that one and he’s already halfway out the bathroom, boney fingers clasped with Sirius ones before he’s done speaking, a merry rumble of laughter spilling from his husband that’s the best kind of music to Remus’ ears as he gets tugged along.

[moonlightonmyscars]

Wolfstar 71 for the Drabble game please 🫶🏻

Word count: 357

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy <3

Remus was content at the party, nursing a water while he watched his peers get drunk off their asses. Sirius was surprisingly doing the same while standing next to him. They both stared at the crowd in front of them in amusement.

Sirius spent the majority of the night turning down offers to dance to the muggle music playing from the record. He mostly stood by Remus the whole night, engaging in normal conversations they had many times before but never growing tired. Sirius just nodded his head and smiled widely, crinkling the sides of his face. Remus found he liked it when Sirius grinned liked that, his dimples proudly showing. Remus could not help the flutter his heart did and the blush creeping up his cheeks.

Remus had to look away from just how flustered he'd get. His feelings for Sirius were still something he was trying to sort through, not sure if Sirius ever felt the same.

Then suddenly, the energy shifted.

"Kiss me, quick!" Sirius pleaded to Remus, adamantly. His hand shook Remus' shoulder, pulling him out of the spiral his mind was going through.

Remus looked up to see the same person who Sirius had turn down multiple times throughout the night, approaching them. Despite being denied so much, they still attempted.

Remus didn't even second guess it as he held the side of Sirius' face and pulled him closer into a warm kiss. It was featherlight at first, before Sirius pushed more into the kiss. They moved their lips together in kind. Remus loved this feeling, completely forgetting that this was a distraction. That Sirius likely didn't feel the same.

Sirius didn't feel the same.

He pulled apart at that thought, staring at Sirius. Remus searched the boy's face finding that his cheeks were also a bright red and his eyes glistened.

"Keep going." Sirius whispered, out of breathe.

No, Sirius wanted this too.

Who was Remus to not comply with that?

Remus smiles widely as he pulls Sirius in again, "Of course."

They promptly ignored the whoops and hollers their friends made and just proceeded to lose themselves in this moment.

[aspiring-artist-em]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @siriuslybea, here's a birthday drabble for your special day based on your idea of Sirius on Remus's back like a koala.

Sirius wouldn't let go of Remus. He knew that Remus had to leave for work, knew that if Remus didn't get up in the next ten or so minutes he would be running late, but Sirius didn't care. No, he didn't give a flying fuck about any of it. The fact of the matter is, when he woke up, his Moony had his back to him and was evacuating the bed, legs already halfway over the edge. When he woke up, he was a split second to finding a Remus-sized emptiness next to him, and that simply won't do. Therefore, Sirius knew in his heart, that he had no choice but to drag his Moony back down into the bed.

"Pads, let me go, I'm going to be late."

Remus half heartedly tried to push against Sirius, but Sirius didn't relent. He felt Remus a heavy sigh and Sirius thought this wasn't fair.

"Jus' call out sick. We don' need the money," Sirius grumbled, shoving his face into the lean muscles of his boyfriend's- fiancé now- back and inhaling deeply, breathing in the unique smell of his Moon.

"I know love, but I'm not sick and I find working at the library to be quite calming. I'm not quite ready to let go of this job yet."

And oh, Sirius thought the sound of Remus's voice in the morning, low and scratchy, was some of the most amazing sound that ever graced his ears. It didn't rank as the best, no-that award is held by the groans he makes as he pushes into Sirius's body, being brought to orgasm by the rhythmic clenching of Sirius's walls around him. However, second place was still in the running and Sirius thought Moony's warm timbre swept away all other competition.

"Moony, please don't go... I'll make it worth your while.."

Sirius was surprised to find that he was not above begging this early in the morning. However, he wasn't surprised at the way he found himself clinging onto Remus's back, entangling his arms around his neck and wrapping his legs around his torso, trying to use his body weight to pull his fiancée down.

He felt Remus give a little chuckle before securing his arms around Sirius's legs, rocking back and then launching himself onto his feet, taking Sirius with him. The casual display of strength made Sirius's blood flow south, however, it was overshadowed by the shock of being six feet in the air.

"Remus!" Sirius cried out, scrambling to get a good hold on his lover. His moony had chucked and started leaving the bedroom, making his way to the kitchen. He thought it was funny. That bastard, thought that scaring Sirius like that was fucking funny-fine. Sirius will show him funny. Oh, he'll show him-

"Whatcha thinking about love?"

Sirius made the decision that he didn't want to show Remus, instead humming his contentment into his neck. He felt his Moony give a little laugh, something breathy and sweet, and Sirius practically melted, resolving that under no circumstances would he move. He didn't move as Remus went into their fridge, retrieving their eggs and ingredients for two omelettes. He didn't move when Remus had whisked them together, and then put it on the burner to cook it. He didn't move when Remus had asked if he ever would, causing Sirius to just shake his head, refusing to let go. He didn't move until Remus finished making their breakfast, placing it under a stasis charm. He didn't move as Remus sent out a quick message to his boss, informing him that unfortunately, he had found himself with a bad case of food poisoning and wouldn't be able to come in.

No, Sirius only let go of his Moony as he was deposited on the couch and became lost in the world of Remus's soft words, touches and kisses.

For the fifth time this month, Sirius ended up having cum for breakfast and Remus didn't make it to work.

[sinsiriuslyemo]

@wolfstarmicrofic "Drinking Games" 489 words

Drinking Games

“Bollocks!” James groaned as Sirius came into the dorm room.

James, Remus and Peter were sitting between Sirius and Remus’ beds in a circle with a bottle of firewhiskey that James was currently drinking from. He grimaced and forced himself to swallow the liquor, a shiver passing through him as he picked up the five die that lay between them.

“Oh, that’s just bloody brilliant, Prongs. I have one detention without you, and you get pissed playing drinking games? Is this why you weren’t answering your mirror?” Sirius complained, throwing his jacket onto his bed. “And you,” he turned his attention to Remus, “you allowed this nonsense?!”

“M’sorry, love, they really wanted to learn how to play after you told them how much you loved it,” Remus answered, his cheeks a bit pinker than usual. “Come play with us now that you’re free. You can go before me.”

“No!” James exclaimed, one finger up as he swayed to one side. “No cheating.” He half-heartedly shoved the die toward Peter with his fingertips. “S’your turn, Wormtail.”

“It’s not cheating, he’s just joining the game,” Remus said, his Welsh accent a bit more prominent than normal, which usually happened for only two reasons; he was angry or he was tipsy. Clearly it was the latter on this occasion.

“No.” James hiccuped. “Cheating.”

“Then he can take my turn,” Remus suggested as Peter rolled his remaining die.

"Eight!" he exclaimed, two fists thrown in the air.

Sirius shook his head, but pulled up his sleeves and wedged himself between Remus and James.

"Don't get too excited, Wormtail, Moony and I still have to go," he said, swiping up the five die and shaking them in one hand. He presented his fist to Remus. "Blow me.”

Remus arched a brow at him, unamused. "That wasn't funny the first time you said it, what makes you think it would be funny this time?”

“Well you’re right tippled now, I thought maybe that might make a difference.”

Remus shook his head slowly.

“Just blow, darling.”

Rolling his eyes, Remus quickly blew on Sirius’ fist before the latter dropped the die in the center of their circle.

“Ha!” Sirius grinned, pulling the six, five and four and setting them to the side.

“You’re cheating!” James slurred.

“You're only saying that because you’re losing, Prongsy,” Sirius answered, picking up the two remaining die and rolling them. He got two sixes. “Boxcars! Drink, you losers! And an item of clothing as well!”

Peter choked on the firewhiskey he’d just swigged from the bottle before he passed it to James. “What?”

“An item of clothing, aren’t we playing Strip Captain, Ships and Crew?” He looked from Wormtail to James, who still had the firewhiskey bottle halfway to his lips.

Remus’ cheeks were practically tomatoes as he cleared his throat as he leaned toward Sirius and mumbled, “No, that was just when we played.”

Sirius blinked, and slumped back on his heels. “Oh.”

[morganablack]

REMUS BEING AN ACTOR FOR AN ESCAPE ROOM

So I was scrolling through Tik Tok (where all my great ideas are born) and one of those ‘Escape room gone wrong’ appeared on my fyp

And it hit me

Remus being an escape room actor, playing some axe murderer or smth idk

And Sirius dragged James to an escape room cause he thinks those aren’t that scary and he could finish them in like five minutes

But

Sirius doesn’t even last a minute, the moment it start he freaks out, just he tries to hide it

He and James go through the puzzles until Remus shows up and Sirius had a legit heart attack. He screams bloody murder and sprints away, Remus right after him ( James gets left behind cause he is unfazed and continues the puzzle 🤣)

Sirius locks himself in a cupboard by accident and then he has a panic attack cause he is claustrophobic and the door literally won’t open

Remus tries to open it, but it’s stuck, so he thinks Sirius blocked it. He wants to leave to go after James, but then he hears Sirius frantically call out and sob, so Remus gently tries to calm him and make him move away from the door. The moment Sirius does that, Remus kicks it down and comforts Sirius through his panic attack.

He then takes Sirius to the back room where the actors usually stay and gives him his number.

BOOM

Should I write a oneshot like this?

[cr-amber]

for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: martyr.

It’s the fourth time in a week they’re having this conversation.

“It’s been twelve years, Padfoot.  I just don’t know if-”

“Remus.  Do you love me?” Sirius cuts him off.

“I- yeah, Sirius.  Of course I do.”

“Then stop being a martyr and let me love you.  I love you.”

exactly 50 words!

[saintlupin]

It’s in the way Remus can taste Sirius’ perfume-sweet scent in the back of his throat. It’s in the way Remus feels the heat of him like a breath against his neck. It’s in the way Remus curls his fingers in, bawling his hand into a fist, muscles tightening as he stops himself from reaching out. It’s all right there, vibrating underneath his skin.

Wanting.

for @microficmay’s prompt: yearning.

[theblacklupins]

If comfort was a person, it would be you.

Sirius hurriedly wiped his face as he heard the dorm door open. He picked up a book from next to him and acted like he had been reading. He hoped his eyes weren’t too red and puffy — if they asked, he’d have to blame it on his nonexistent dust allergy. He swore the rest of his friends were still supposed to be at dinner; it was much too early for any of them to have finished eating just yet.

“Sirius?”

Oh. It was Remus. Sirius looked up to find the werewolf at the edge of the bed, blinking owlishly. His hands were holding a book (typical) and he was staring unashamedly at the other boy. It made his hackles rise.

“What?” he asked defensively, shoulders raising just the tiny bit in a subconscious act of guarding himself. “Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have something on my face?”

Remus’ lips quirked up into a small smirk. “Well, for one, I didn’t know you read the History of Magic outside of homework. And you’re holding the book upside down, if that helps.”

Sirius looked down to find that indeed, the book he was holding was upside down, and yes, it was a History of Magic textbook, a book he had sworn loudly to everyone before that there was no other book he hated more than that one in particular. With a scowl, he tossed it back onto his bed and crossed his arms.

“What were you actually doing?” Remus asked, mirth in his voice. “Not jacking off, I hope.”

Sirius scoffed. “You really think I’d be stupid enough not to draw my curtains to do that?”

Remus snorted. “Noted.” He sat on the edge of Sirius’ bed, book on his lap. “Now. Are you okay?”

Sirius’ scowl deepened. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“Your eyes are red. And your voice sounds like you’ve been crying. For a good while now, I’d like to assume.”

Sirius faltered. He had been ready with his stupid dust allergy excuse, but strangely enough, with Remus, he found it hard to lie to him. It was as if he wanted to be honest.

“Sirius.” This time, there was no mirth, no joking tone, no teasing. There was only seriousness, and an abundance of sadness. Sirius bristled.

“You sound like you’re pitying me. Stop it.”

Remus huffed. “I’m not pitying you. I just feel sad that you’re sad.”

“Same thing. And who said I was sad?”

“Not the same thing. And Sirius, you’re forgetting I know you best. Better than anyone else. I know when you’ve been crying.”

Sirius snorted. “No, you don’t.”

He was aware he sounded like a four-year-old throwing a hissy fit, but he was terrified to let Remus know that he’d been crying — it was just another weakness he would hate to have out there.

Remus rolled his eyes. “Oh, you fucking— come here.”

Before Sirius knew what was happening, Remus had him enveloped in a hug, face buried in his shoulder. Sirius tried to squirm away, yelling halfheartedly, but the werewolf’s grip was strong around him. After a while, Sirius admitted defeat and let himself be cuddled by Remus.

“Fine. I was crying.” His voice was muffled, and he was glad — he hoped it hid the crack that had sounded as he talked. It made him die inside a little after admitting it — it made him feel inferior, worthless.

“Mhm.”

A hand ran through Sirius’ hair, and he started sniffling, weirdly comforted by Remus, enough to make him nearly start crying again.

“I hate that I cried. I’m not a child.” More sniffled, and Sirius tried desperately to reel in a tear that wanted to slip down his cheek.

“Sirius, you’re not a child if you cry. In your case, it was the lack of childhood in that household that made you cry. And you don’t have to feel ashamed about it, not at all.” Remus squeezed reassuringly him when there were more sniffles.

“It sucks. I don’t wanna cry.”

Remus hummed. “Sometimes it’s better to. Lets you vent it all out, you know? And sometimes crying with someone to comfort you there can be better.”

Sirius let a few of his tears escape. He hugged Remus tighter. “Okay. Okay.”

[addsalwayssick]

For the drabble

60 and 61 please

so i’m making these separate bc i’m not quite sure how to combine them, but if you want me to try and figure it out js lmk and i will !! xx (one will be jegulus and one will be wolfstar but if you had another ship in mind lmk and i’ll rewrite xx)

60- ‘before you murder me, hear me out’

Regulus didn’t think he would be in this situation. It was dark, and though he should have, he wasn’t sleeping. He was wide awake, staring at the ceiling. He’d heard his window start to open, and he immediately shot up from his bed and looked at the window. Regulus, only being 14 years old, knew he was going to get murdered that night. He watched painfully, stuck in his spot from his bed as the window slowly slid open and a man started climbing through. The man hopped in, freezing as he saw Regulus. The man didn’t rush him, like Regulus expected. He felt his confusion grow, snapping on a lamp beside his bed. He felt himself blush as he saw James standing there. Had he come there for him?

“James?” Regulus asked, getting up.

“Regulus. Hi. Before you murder me, hear me out.” James said.

Regulus felt his heart break a little, knowing he was about to hear his excuse, how it was an accident. “Go on.”

“So i was going to Sirius’s room-“ James started, and Regulus immediately scowled. “And then I decided I didn’t want to go to Sirius’s room, because i missed you.”

Regulus felt himself go pink again. “Missed me? Are you sure you just don’t feel bad because you climbed into my room by accident?”

James grinned sheepishly. “I’ve been climbing into Sirius’s window since I was 9. I wanted to see you.”

Regulus smiled, a warmth in his heart growing. He walked to James, pressing his lips to James’s. James didn’t kiss back at first, in shock, but eventually started to.

61- “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”

Remus didn’t want to get married. He knew it was a lost cause to argue with his parents. They weren’t really his parents, only the people who adopted him after his own parents died at the age of 14. He missed them dearly.

So here he sat in his bedroom with Sirius Black next to him. He’d had a crush on Sirius since the day he met him. He knew Sirius didn’t feel the same way. It didn’t matter, as he would be getting married to a woman named Marlene Mckinnon. Remus liked Marlene, he did, just not like that. Marlene was kind and sarcastic, and nearly as gay as Remus was. He knew she was in love with a woman named Dorcas Meadowes, just as she knew he was in love with Sirius.

“Are you excited to get married?” Sirius asked quietly after a long stretch of silence.

Remus scoffed at him, letting his head fall back on his bed frame. “Fat chance.”

Sirius smiled at him a bit, lighting a cigarette. Remus’s adopted parents were out, the only reason Sirius was even there. They didn’t like Sirius much, refusing to let him into their home. Remus did it behind their backs, and he did most everything.

Sirius, after smoking the cigarette, let his head rest on Remus’s shoulder. “Will things change when you’re married?”

Remus sighed. “I hope not.” Remus was only 17, and was to be married on his 18th birthday.

He hoped to get a divorce from Marlene quickly, rather than staying married. His birthday was in a week, and it was his last week as a ‘free man’. He and Marlene had decided to be allowed to date whoever they wanted, because neither of them felt any love other than friendship for each other.

Remus felt his phone ring, picking it up and putting it to his ear. “Remus Lupin.” His adopted mother growled into his ear.

“Clarisse.” Hé answered.

“I know you’re with that Sirius boy. I won’t be having any of it. We’ve moved your wedding to this afternoon. I expect you here in 30 minutes in your tux. If you’re not, there will be consequences. That boy is not invited.” She said, hanging up the phone.

Remus’s eyes widened in panic. Sirius, who could also hear her words also started to panic. They turned to each other as Remus felt tears slipping down his cheeks. Sirius wiped each of them off, offering to drive him to the venue.

Remus nodded. He felt numb and cold as they drove. He started to get out of the car before he felt a warm hand on his arm. He turned back, expecting an apologetic look from Sirius, but instead seeing a panicked look. Sirius was breathing hard, tears in his eyes. “Sirius?”

“Remus, I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.” He said, desperately clutching Remus’s arm.

Remus sputtered. “You’re what?”

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry I just-“

Remus leaned in and kissed him, getting back in the car. He shut the door behind him. “Drive.” Remus said. Remus texted Marlene, telling her what happened. She texted back in full support. [Fiance ;(: Period! You go king. I’ll try and delay our parents. I’ll make an excuse for you xx! Get as far away as you can.]

And he did.

He did end up getting married, nearly 2 years later. But this time it was to Sirius.

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Pov from james or the girls where they see sirius and remus having “moments” like them kissing (thinking nobody is watching) or cuddling at the sofa in the common room (cause they only do pda in private or just in front of friends)

Wow! What a disappointing piece of work to randomly re-appear back with after a year of not posting, huh? Anyway. Suprise? I’m writing again I guess??

James was often quipped by his friends for not being very observant. He accepted the joke readily, because in many regards it was true.

When Peter got a haircut, it took him over a week to notice. When Frank and Alice Longbottom finally started dating, he seemed to be a week behind everybody else on that piece of information. When Sirius had decided to prank him by switching the framed photos on his bedside tables to ones of himself, he had admitted to the prank in a fit of frustration five days later, because James just hadn't realised.

James accepted that his observational skills lacked competency, but one thing he had always prided himself on was that, on the rainy afternoon in seventh year when Sirius and Remus sat him and Peter down for an important chat, he already knew exactly what they were going to say to him.

Because despite his lack of observational skills, he had always noticed the way Sirius and Remus were so beautifully gentle with each other. The way Sirius always knew what to say to Remus, always knew when to give him space, always knew when he wanted a hug and when he wanted nobody to touch him. Even when they were just young children, James had always loved to observe the way Sirius and Remus were with each other.

For example Remus had always been incredibly patient with Sirius, incredibly good at listening, and wonderful at knowing what Sirius needed to hear to calm him down. Not that James would admit it, but often Remus was better at this than him.

And then there was the way they looked at each other. James noticed the shift at the beginning of fifth year, despite Sirius' later claim that he hadn't even realised it himself at that point.

He noticed Remus' looks first. The way that Remus' face would split into a smile whenever Sirius suggested something absurd or laughable or, occasionally, wildly intelligent. It was a look he only gave when it was Sirius speaking, and that's when James knew.

Based on his observations, James would attain that Sirius began to figure it out not long after, still in their first term of fifth year. Remus had, in Sirius' defence, grown a lot over the summer and he'd got a new haircut, as well as a new green jumper that Sirius complimented him on a lot. Sirius watched Remus everywhere he went with a soft look on his face, and James watched Sirius with a small smile on his.

When Sirius ran away from home that Christmas, that was why James knew it was Remus he needed, no matter how much Sirius insisted he didn't want anybody there. There was a fleeting moment where James worried that maybe he shouldn't have invited Remus against Sirius' wishes. But that evening he'd poked his head around the door to see how Sirius was. And Sirius was wearing Remus' green jumper, his head on Remus' chest and arms locked around him. He looked almost peaceful, which was remarkable given everything he had just gone through.

James didn't know exactly when their friendship officially turned into something more. What he did know, however, is that by the time it got to the summer between their sixth and seventh year, it had already happened. James had received an owl from Remus confirming which days he'd be spending with James and Sirius, and the look on Sirius' face when he did finally arrive was one that James, contrary to popular belief, was observant enough to recognise.

And so, when they told him and Peter at the beginning of seventh year, James knew. Of course, he never said it. They wouldn't have believed him for a start, but also he wanted them to believe they'd been successful in keeping it hidden, that it had been something that was just theirs.

He was, however, admittedly curious to see how they acted around each other after they had finally told him. And to the outward observer, there was no noticeable change in behaviour.

But James noticed the way they always sat a little bit closer than they needed to, and how they'd brush their fingers against each other when sat in lessons or in the great hall. And there was the way in which Sirius hugged Remus. Never for long, not whilst in public, but he hugged him differently. But then he sort of always had.

In private, when just in the company of friends, the shift was perhaps a bit more noticeable. Like how after the full moon, whilst they sat exhausted in the shrieking shack in the hours between sunrise and Madam Pomfrey arriving, Sirius would always hold Remus gently, saying hushed things to him that James couldn't quite pick up on. Or how he'd press gentle kisses to Remus' head, brushing his hair out of his face. Because Remus hated things getting stuck to his skin or his face when he was trying to calm down, and Sirius knew that.

Perhaps one of his favourite things he noticed was that they'd switched seats in transfiguration. Sirius and Remus had always sat together in that lesson at the back of the classroom, James and Peter on the table next to them. At some point, they'd swapped around, and James didn't immediately figure out why. But then he realised that, the way they were now sat, they could hold hands under the desk whilst still doing their work, as Sirius wrote with his left hand and Remus with his right.

So maybe James wasn't generally observant, but he knew what it looked like when his best friends were truly, simply, happy. Like how the hardest he had ever seen Sirius smile was when Remus had kissed him at a party at the end of the year, not caring who saw. Or how the hardest he had ever heard Remus laugh was at some dumb joke that James couldn't even remember because it had not been that funny, but it had been a joke Sirius had told.

"Did you ever mind that me and Remus were together?" Sirius asked. It was their penultimate evening at the castle. The air was warm, and the sun was setting, and James was sat alone with Sirius at the top of the astronomy tower, his heart a little heavy with the knowledge of everything that was about to happen now that their time at Hogwarts was over.

"Did I ever mind that you and Remus were together?" he asked, just to double check, because he couldn't quite believe the question.

"Yeah."

"No!" James assured him. "Why would I?"

"I just... I feel like Peter gets a little bit sad sometimes when it's just me and Remus doing things together. I wondered if you ever felt left out too."

"Sirius," James said, turning to face him properly. "When I first met you on the train at eleven years old, I was so worried about you. You told me about your family, and I thought to myself, he needs saving, I have to save him."

"Gag," Sirius muttered. More to lighten the mood because, ever the observer, James didn't miss the tears in his eyes.

"And then after your sorting I was even more determined to make sure that if home isn't where you were happy, Hogwarts would be. And so to answer your question, the moment you told me about you and Remus, I was relieved."

"Relieved?"

"Yeah. Because I knew at that point you'd properly been saved. Bit of a bugger that Remus was your knight in shining armour and not me, but whatever."

Sirius chuckled. "You saved me too, you know. In more ways than I can individually thank you for but especially when you took me in.

"Yes, well, I stand by the fact that inviting Remus over that night was the right thing to do."

Sirius gave a small smile. "Maybe. I think that was when I properly realised I liked him as more of a friend, you know. Or at least when I admitted it to myself."

"Yeah," James laughed. "I know that." Sirius just raised an eyebrow at him. "I notice more than you give me credit for, you know."

"Didn't notice the engagement ring though."

James' jaw dropped and Sirius immediately began laughing at him, full belly laughs. James almost pushed him off the astronomy tower. "Don't joke about stuff like that you dickhead!"

"Why? Were you excited?" Sirius grinned.

"Yeah! I've always wanted to be a best man!"

"Yeah, well, I think you'll have to wait a bit for that to happen. There's a war happening out there."

James groaned. "Oh theres always something going on out there.” He paused. “ Do you think you ever would get married?"

"Who is getting married?" James and Sirius whipped their heads around to see Remus.

“Nobody!” James and Sirius answered, perhaps a little suspiciously in sync.

Remus obviously chose to ignore it as he just grinned and flopped down next to Sirius. “You okay?” he asked, gently. “You seemed a bit upset earlier.”

Sirius smiled before giving him a soft kiss. “I’m good.” He then dropped his head to rest on Remus’ shoulder, giving James a look when he noticed him staring. “What?” he asked.

James smiled and shook his head. “I was so happy when you two told me you were together,” he said to Sirius, “and I’ve never once changed my mind on that.”

“Okay what did I miss here?” Remus asked.

“Oh just the usual sentimental sap we’ve been spewing for the last week,” James assured him. “Seriously though. If there has to be a war, I’m glad you two have each other for it.”

Remus gripped Sirius a little bit tighter. “Me too. And I’m glad we have you, as well. And Lily and Pete. We’ll all have each other.”

James looked back at Sirius who was staring at him, a little teary eyed again. Sirius didn’t say anything, and so James did. “Okay, that’s enough trying not to cry for me. I’ll leave you two too it. Goodnight!”

Remus smiled at him as he stood, making his way back towards the staircase. He gave a quick look back to Sirius and Remus before he descended it. Remus had Sirius’ face between his hands and was gently wiping the tears away, laughing at something Sirius was saying.

James hoped, really properly hoped, that the war they were about to charge into would never put an end to him getting to watch Sirius and Remus and the way they simply were with each other.

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The Grand Proposal - Part 1

Do y'all remember when I mentioned a hippie Remus x scientist Sirius one shot I was writing? Well, I've finally figured out what has screwed with my ability to finish it - there's too much of an idea to fit it into a single one shot, so here's me splitting it into two parts!!

Masterpost here!

Wednesday

“Hey, could you help me with something?” Remus asked, as Lily arranged and rearranged her expansive crystal selection. She glanced up at him, arching an eyebrow. 

“Right now? I’m kind of busy working. You’re distraction enough. A welcome distraction, but still.” She corrected herself, Remus laughing lightly. 

“No, not now, but…” He trailed off, thinking carefully. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I just- I need to go ring shopping.” 

“You buy all of your rings off me, dumbass.” Remus watched her blankly for a moment. 

“Not that kind of ring; an engagement ring. For Sirius.” Lily’s eyes widened, crystals straight back out of her hands. 

“Remus!” She said excitedly, eyes sparkling. “Proposing? That’s amazing!” Remus smiled back, shrugging. 

“I love him. It’s about time. Also, he’s never going to do it, I don’t think he knows whether or not I believe in the institution of marriage.” They said calmly, Lily laughing. Remus looked at her expectantly. 

“I know fuck all about engagement rings though, so… help?” 

“Oh, right! Of course! We can go looking on Friday?” 

“I need to ask Euphemia and Fleamont, too.” 

"Why? They love you, it's not like you need to listen to tradition." She said with a slight laugh, and Remus smiled, rolling his eyes.

"I'm well aware, Lils, but I want to ask them about this."

"Right, okay, it's your proposal, sorry."

Lily’s work was pretty much abandoned after that, talking about rings. Lily was the expert, and he’d been considering proposing for such a long time, he was almost entirely sure that Sirius would say yes. 

Almost. 

The thought was still nerve wracking as fuck, but it was worth it, for Sirius. 

Sirius was worth everything. 

-

Sirius couldn’t focus. 

He had the same thoughts circulating in his mind that he really wanted to explore, desperately, more than anything else, but instead he was stuck at a fucking microscope. He had never been so irritated by a microscope in his life. It was very rare for Sirius to want to abandon his work, so he had a feeling that James would have a conversation with him if he tried. 

“Hey, Prongs?” 

He was right. James immediately glanced up at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“D’you reckon Remus… likes marriage, as a concept? Or, not likes. Appreciates? Would want?” James’ face shifted, and Sirius could feel himself turning red. 

“Thinking about marrying him?” James asked with a smile, and Sirius shushed him quickly. 

“I don’t need everybody talking about it!” Sirius whispered. The lab knew enough about the way his brain stopped working whenever Remus so much as breathed near him. “But… yeah. I’d marry them in a heartbeat, but I need to know that he’d want to first!” 

“You haven’t had this conversation?” Sirius huffed a laugh, shaking his head once. 

“No! We never really thought about it, but I- I’d love to be able to call him my spouse.” Sirius answered. 

“Well, there’s no harm in asking.” 

“What, just proposing without knowing what he’d say?” Sirius asked, confused, and James rolled his eyes. 

“No, just asking how they feel about marriage, if they’d ever want to. Then you know.” 

“Right, yeah, that works.” 

So that’s what he did. 

He waited until that evening, and brought up marriage. The two of them were sat on the sofa together, a book resting in Remus’ free hand, one arm around Sirius. He framed it like he was curious, just wondering, trying to make sure Remus didn’t figure out that he was trying to gauge if he could propose. 

“Hey, Rem?” 

“Mhm?” Remus hummed, turning and glancing at Sirius. 

“Would you ever want to get married? In the future, I mean.” He felt Remus tense, and panicked. He’d freaked Remus out, shit. In a sudden attempt to save himself, Sirius started doing what he did best. Talking. “Not that I- I didn’t mean I wanted to, necessarily, but-“ 

“Yeah.” Remus interjected. “I could see us getting married at some point. In the future.” He added on to the end, and Sirius couldn’t help the way his heart sunk, just a little. Not yet. 

Still, it wasn’t off the table. That was promising? 

“Yeah, yeah, the future. The distant future.” Sirius said calmly, surprisingly good at hiding his feelings. Remus nodded, resting his head on Sirius’, and the matter was dropped for the evening. 

It doesn’t mean James didn’t hear a shit ton about it the next day. 

Thursday

“Padfoot, you alright?” 

“Hm?” Sirius looked up from where he… really should have been working, zoned out. “No, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” 

“I’m assuming Remus doesn’t want to get married?” 

“No, they do, but- they said in the future.” James practically sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose as Sirius frowned at him. 

“The future could mean literally anything, why are you moping?” 

“I’m not! I- no, I am. I’m fucking moping, god.” He dropped his head into his hands. “He didn’t even say he didn’t want to get married!” Sirius said with a groan. “I’m a loser.” He said, voice muffled by his hands. 

“I’d say that’s a sign to propose.” James answered with a shrug, sitting in the chair opposite Sirius, who moved his hands to frown at James, confused. 

“How?” 

“He didn’t say distant future, did he?” 

“Well, no, but-“ 

“The future could mean next year! Also, an engagement isn’t a marriage! If they want to get married at some point, they’ll say yes.” James shrugged. “I’ll help you plan it? I mean, you two have been together for years, it’s about time!” Sirius thought carefully for a moment. James wasn’t wrong. He loved Remus, and the future didn’t necessarily mean decades. 

“I need to get a ring, then.” 

“We can go on Saturday?” 

“Okay. And I want to talk to Hope about it.” Sirius added decisively. 

He was actually going to fucking do it. 

He was going to propose. 

Remus would never see it coming.

-

Remus dropped by Euphemia and Fleamont’s on the Thursday, while Sirius was at work. The door swung open, Remus offering Euphemia a smile as she beamed back. 

“Remus, lovely! Come in, come in!” He pulled him into a hug, and Remus still wasn’t prepared for the way the air could get knocked out of his lungs by her hugs. Still, he smiled and hugged her back, unable to stop the flood of warmth they felt towards her.

Once they had gotten in and sat in front of them, he wasn’t wasting any time. 

”So, what brings you here?” Fleamont asked, Remus somehow having ended up with a cup of tea. Christ, it was like the Potters had some kind of domestic magic Remus hadn't heard of.

“Well… I want to propose to Sirius.” He answered, watching as their eyes widened. “I know I’m not exactly… traditional.” There was literally no way on earth to define him, so that was a tad bit of an understatement. “But I did want to talk to the two of you about it first. You two mean the world to him. So I guess I’m asking for your… blessing.” They finished, turning to observe the two of them. Euphemia seemed stunned into silence, Fleamont gaining an increasingly growing smile. Okay, good signs.

“Remus, of course you have our blessing. You make Sirius happy.” Remus felt a light blush tint their cheeks, smiling back at the two of them. As much as he knew that was true, he had seen it himself plenty of times, but it didn't make it any less comforting to hear. “When are you planning on proposing?” 

“Soon.” He answered promptly. “I’m going ring shopping tomorrow.” 

He was going to propose as soon as possible. Mostly because he had an inkling that Sirius was planning the same thing, if that conversation from the night before was anything of note. They just had to hope that Sirius had been slightly put off by their injection of the word future. 

-

Sirius had a new resolve. 

He was going to propose as soon as he could. 

Honestly, he had no clue where the motivation came from; a few hours of overthinking actually seemed to have worked, for once, and he wasn’t going to complain. Instead of working for the rest of the day, he made a plan for the Saturday. Talk to Hope in the morning, then meet James at noon and look for a ring. The perfect plan… mostly. 

Apart from the fact that it meant he had to lie to Remus. 

Remus. Moony. His Moony, who he literally found it impossible to lie to. There was a time that he’d told Remus what his fucking birthday present was, because it had arrived while they were home and they had asked. How he was ever going to hide a whole bloody proposal, he had no idea. Still, it was for Remus. Surely he could lie for Remus? 

Well, he had to. He didn’t have any other choice. 

With that in mind, he pulled his phone out and quickly tapped out a message for him. Start the plan early.

‘Going out for lunch with James on Saturday, thought we could go for dinner in the evening? Love you xXx’ 

Okay, he could lie over text. Perfect. He was also technically actually going for lunch with James, he was just stopping by a few jewellery shops in the process. And Hope’s house. Still, it wasn’t a lie, he just… didn’t disclose. it was fine. Absolutely fine. 

He was going to be fine keeping it from Remus. At least he could lie to himself? If he could do that, he could do it for Remus. 

His ability to do so was tested later that evening, which Sirius really didn't appreciate. 

James had messaged him with a list of jewellery shops they could go to, Sirius pulling out his phone and smiling as the two of them ate. Perfect. He was getting more excited by the second. Remus arched an eyebrow, curious. Sirius looked up at them, elaborating. 

“It’s James. He’s sending me… places we can go.” He hesitated briefly, stopping himself from saying fucking ring shops. He was already screwing it up, and he wasn’t about to let it happen. 

“Ah, right. Where are you thinking of going?” 

“Not sure yet.” Sirius answered quickly, flinching at the suddenness of the words. Remus picked up on everything, and he had probably picked up on that too. Still, he didn’t say anything about it, moving on with the conversation, something about planet alignments, as Sirius tried to force himself not to panic. It wasn’t really lying if he was doing something good. All he had to do was keep telling himself that. 

He was going to propose if it was the last thing he did. 

[noxturn-alley]

Glory

"I would like to award this medal to the heroes that saved us from the darkness. May this their bravery and their sacrifices bring them many blessings...."

"You should've be up there with us" Sirius had whispered to Remus after he had come down from the stage, but the other man kept his eyes on the minister.

"Remus John Lupin, The Werewolf War Hero" Remus chuckled finally turning to look at his ex-lover, "that was more of a you and James thing. Besides, there is no glory for dark creature such as myself."

@wolfstarmicrofic (95 words)

[moonlightonmyscars]

Hiii

Wolfstar and 73 for the fic drabble thing please <3

Hi, sorry for the delay! Here it is, I hope you enjoy. <3

tw: some suggestive content below. nothing explicit.

word count: 234

It was their wedding day.

They were surrounded by close family and friends in a joyous ceremony.

The two decided to not see each other before the wedding and Sirius was getting antsy. He just wanted to see his soon-to-be husband in his dark blue suit with a light blue tie while Sirius wore a light blue suit with a dark blue tie.

The colors the moon gave the starry night.

After the ceremony and an exchange of heartfelt vows they poured every once of love they had into, they managed sneak away just before the reception.

Now here they are, in some random closet of the venue ,making out among a slew of coats and umbrellas.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Remus rasps out, still not breaking away from Sirius' hold around his waist.

"Just a little bit longer." Sirius says, a smile tugging at his lips. Pulling Remus down for more, then pulling away to kiss down his neck.

Remus gasps, "Everyone is going to wonder where we are."

"Let them." Now he is nipping at the skin just below Remus' ear.

"I'm not going win this argument, am I?" Remus chuckles, out of breath.

"No, but you do have the rest of our lives to try again." Sirius whispers in his ear, Remus shuddering at the action.

Sirius could practically sense the wide grin Remus gave, "I look forward to it."