#Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

[my-castles-crumbling]

sleigh - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 241

"School was weirder than usual today," Harry says, completely unprompted, as soon as he traipses inside the door, trailing snow behind him.

"Weirder than usual?" Sirius asks, eyes sparkling, as he takes Harry's winter coat from him and hangs it in the closet.

"Yes. We talked about Father Christmas, which is fine," Harry begins to explain, walking into the sitting area where Remus is sitting on the couch and scrawling into a journal. "But...do you know what Muggles think?"

"No," Sirius says honestly, while Remus says the same thing but it's clear he does know.

"They think he brings all his presents to the kids in a sleigh pulled by reindeer!" Harry bursts out incredulously, like he's been waiting to tell Remus and Sirius about this ridiculousness all day.

"Wait...really?" Sirius asks, just as shocked, and turns to Remus, who is chuckling.

"Yes!" Harry answers for him, crawling onto Remus's lap. "They understand he has magic, but don't even think about him Apparating! I don't get it!"

"Me, neither," Sirius mumbles, genuinely confused, while Remus laughs softly.

"Muggles don't think our magic is real, Haz," Remus reminds the five-year-old. "They just think Santa's magic is real. And they think it's different than ours."

"Crazy," Harry replies, but it's in a voice of awe.

"It kind of is," Sirius agrees, plopping onto the couch with his favorite two people.

"And don't even get me started on the Tooth Fairy!" Harry bursts out.

[sothisart]

All the best for all of you my sweeties! No matter what Christmas looks like for you, I wish you all the best, hoping for peace and love, just like I wanted to show in this little drawing I did for #leafykashewdtiys on IG

[uhhlifeig]

Sleigh - Dec. 24th - word count: 338 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“No way,” Sirius gasped, eyes shining. “No fucking way.”

“So, er, I take it that you like it?” Remus asked, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Or was that a bad ‘no way’?”

“No, no, Remus. This is perfect, oh my Merlin. Where did you get this?” Sirius asked, admiring his new motorcycle. (Well, not new new. It was a kind of… secondhand, but Sirius had wanted to restore one and make it his for ages now.)

“Oh! Erm, Dan from down the road- you know Dan, right? Yeah, he sold it to me. I knew how much you’d wanted to fix a motorbike up, so-”

Remus was cut off by Sirius launching himself at him. “Oh. Okay, then. Well, I also got you something else for the bike-”

Sirius looked up at him, wide-eyed. “What? No, don’t. This was enough, Moons. You’re gonna make me feel bad for only getting you some books!” he pouted.

Only some books my arse, Remus scoffed internally. They were first editions of all of his favorites; they must have cost a fortune.

“Well, if I don’t give it to you now, then it may never see use,” Remus said solemnly, acting as if it were a great tragedy. 

“Oh, fine,” Sirius said, acting annoyed. “Where is it, Moons?”

“Behind you, the big paper blob over in the corner,” Remus grinned, excited to see what his boyfriend would say when he saw it.

Sirius walked over and unwrapped it, revealing a sidecar shaped like a sleigh. He gasped. 

“Moony!” Sirius yelled, jumping up and down with excitement. “Oh! It’s so cute! I love it, thank you so much! When I fix up the bike, you can be the first person to ride in a side-sleigh, Remus!”

“Ugh, fine,” Remus groaned mock exasperatedly, still sporting a wide grin. “I’m happy you like the gifts, though.”

“Like them? I love them!” Sirius beamed. “Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to snog you senseless now.”

“No, no, I really don’t mind.”

[urrockstar-xe]

This is life, merry christmas - j.p x fem!reader

posted 3:23 pm, christmas eve 2024

happy christmas harry :)) i've been meaning to write this one since last year, please enjoy.

not proofread!!!

masterlist

wc: 0.8

Sirius cringed as he watched Remus and James move the tree a third time trying to perfect its position, completely scratching up his brand-new carpet in the process.

“It has to be real, they said, we’ll be careful, they swore!” He threw his hands up in defeat slumping down on the leather couch with a huff. 

“We’ll fix it, love, don’t get your knickers in a twist” Remus grumbled back, equally unhappy with how much they had to mess with the oversized log. 

“Really feeling the Holiday Glee, cheers boys,” Peter remarked sarcastically as he untangled lights on the floor. 

“Hey, mate, have you checked if those work?”

Peter glared at James who quickly shook his head and looked away from the blonde. 

You swiftly plugged them in, only to find that none lit up. “Bloody hell!” Sirius groaned, “He’s been toying with those lights for half an hour!” 

Peter glared down at his string-covered lap with a defeated expression. 

“Okay, I’m gonna make some hot chocolate, how’s that sound boys?” You stood up, happy to leave this grumpy room. 

“Great, now we’ve pissed Y/n off!” Sirius grumbled, crossing his arms. 

“Maybe bring something for our pads to eat too, yeah?” James asked, looking at you hopefully.

“I’ll order Chinese.” You nodded, picking up the phone on the way to the kitchen. 

The sound of bickering hardly diminished as you hid away behind the counter, dialing the number on the refrigerator magnet. 

You tried to ignore the feeling of arms snaking around your waist as the phone rang in your ear. “Make sure to order extra orange chicken for Wormy, love,” James muttered against your shoulder. He smelt of cologne and fresh pine. 

“Hi! I’m alright. Thank you, how are you? Oh, I’m sure.” James smiled at how you politely laughed at whatever was said about how the other’s day was. “Yes, a delivery-” “Order some of those crab things!” Peter’s voice was followed by more bickers and a quick ”Please and thank you!’

“So, I’ll need two orders of orange chicken, one of kung pao- teriyaki?” You whispered the question to James, knowing his answer already. “Teriyaki” he nodded with a smile, “and chow mein” 

“Naturally” you moved the phone back to your ear,

“-oh and, a bunch of crab rangoons! Thank you so much, Happy holidays.” you hung up, earning immediate cheers from the boys. 

“Hello, darling” James murmured once you finally paid him the mind he was waiting for, turning to face him properly. “Hi, James.”

“Sorry about all of our fussing tonight. It's not very merry and bright of us, is it?” he chuckled, moving hair out of your face. “That’s alright; I thrive in your chaos.” You shrugged, smiling back before reaching up to fix his slightly crooked glasses. 

James thanked you with a soft kiss. 

“Oi! They’re tying me up with the lights!” Sirius yelled out in distress, “Kinky, mates!” James called back, smiling at how you laughed when he just went back to kissing you, setting one of his hands on your face.

Another anguished scream from Sirius, followed by nearly manic laughter from Remus and Peter ruined the moment between the two of you. “We should help him” You muttered against James' mouth, earning a dramatic sigh. “He’s quite the grinch tonight, love, maybe this is good for him” 

“James” 

now a dramatic groan. 

“Fiiine.”

With all of the reluctance in the world, James broke away from you, doing a little jog back into the living room to catch the two boys tying seemingly different lights around Sirius’ feet, his hands already tied up and glowing.

“Ah, found lights that worked did you, Wormy?” James smirked at Sirius, crossing his arms. “Remus did actually!” Peter nodded, smiling as he patted Sirius’ knee before standing up. “There, there, my love, those lights reflect beautifully off those curls of yours,” Remus said in his most charming voice, just to get a glare in response from Sirius. “Lovely, my boyfriend hates me and my friends are antagonizing me.” the rockstar grumbled, turning his attention to the tree in the corner. 

“James, I said to help him!” You sighed, shaking your head in an attempt to hide your smile from Sirius as you moved to untie his hands. 

“Glad somebody loves me,” Remus scoffed, “don’t be daft, Pads,” he muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Sirius’ head, laughing when Sirius tilted his head back to catch the kiss with his lips instead. 

“This is just awful.” Peter cringed, “what is?” “Couples, and holidays, blegh.” 

“That’s, alright, Petey boy, you’ve got the lights.” Sirius pointed at the pile of dead lights, hands now free to run through his hair and fix his jacket. 

“Hardy har”

Peter said in an exaggerated american accent, earning a fit of giggles from his friends.

Sirius stood up, “Seriously though before we finish decorating, we need to vacuum now”

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

dog & wolf - sirius & remus

[propussyslayer]

remus: you have issues

sirius: you noticed 🥺💞

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

So anyways Sirius buys way, way too many presents for everyone and spends way, way too much money. The worst part is that he’s also really good at gifting, so he buys a shit tonne of really great gifts. Remus buys fewer, very meaningful, very good gifts, but he prefers making memories in place of physical gifts. This isn’t to say he isn’t ecstatic when Sirius wakes him up on Christmas morning, nor is it to say that he doesn’t giggle like a little kid when he sits in a mountain of wrapping paper with his new things.

[loonylupin2]

OH NO!!! THE NERD AND THE CRIMINAL ARE IN LOVE???

[sunseekerchild]

Things my friend group said as incorrect quotes:

Sirius: Help! My mother wants to talk to me. teleport here now.

Remus: I still haven’t invented a teleportation device, Sirius.

Sirius: Hurry! I need stress relief, or I’ll use eggs.

Remus: Wait… what? Are you planning to throw them at her?

Sirius: No, a spoon is more soothing.

Remus: What is wrong with you?

[skyrigel]

People have the audacity to say they weren't fucking.

[my-castles-crumbling]

cozy - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 322

"Well...this is cozy," Sirius murmurs, taking another step into the room.

But Remus is internally panicking. One bed? For both of them? He isn't sure he can survive it.

"You look terrified, Moony," Sirius says with a small chuckle, grinning over at him. "We shared as kids, didn't we? I promise, I'm not the one that bites."

But Remus can't even laugh at the joke. Because to somehow survive the week sharing a bed with the boy he's been fantasizing about since he realized he was queer seems impossible. But what else can he say? "'Course," he laughs awkwardly, stepping into the room he and Sirius will share for the next week in the small cabin they've rented with their friends. He's just going to have to hide his feelings extra-well.

It goes swimmingly until he and Sirius are tucked in for the night.

"Remus?" Sirius whispers, turning to face him, his black hair splaying on the pillow like a halo.

"Hmm?" he responds, entire body buzzing with pent-up energy and desire.

"Remember...when we were kids? And we'd cuddle," Sirius murmurs, eyes wide. "When one of us was scared...or cold?"

"I-" of course he does.

"We could do that again. Nobody would know," the other man suggests, and Remus's chest almost explodes. "Just because I'm- a bit cold."

He can do this. He can pretend. "Sure," he mumbles pulling Sirius into his embrace.

And it's just like he remembers. The touch of soft hair against his cheek, the smell of mint and earth. Heart beating frantically, he tries to remind himself that this is purely for temperature reasons.

Until lips shake over his neck. "Sirius...what?" he mumbles, shivering at the contact, wanting desperately to pull him closer.

Sirius's voice is sad when he responds. "Let me...let me just pretend for a moment," he says, vulnerability leaking out of every word.

Pretend what?

"Alright," he sighs.

He falls asleep more confused than ever.

[logolepsy-babble]

Lily: I want to confess something.

James: Go ahead!

Lily: I fancy girls.

Peter: Me too!

Lily: And… I fancy Mary…

Remus: I’m happy for you. I want you to know you are accepted. I like men.

Sirius: Wait what?

James: Are we all coming out? I’m bi, I fancy Regulus.

Sirius: Ex-fucking-scuse me?

[daddiesdrarryy]

James: Hey Moony, can I borrow a sweater?

Remus: Sure…but why are you going to Pads’s closet?

James: Because that’s where all your sweaters are

[uhhlifeig]

Cozy - Dec. 25th - word count: 348 - @wolfstarmicrofic - (happy holidays!!)

It was snowing outside, making the land look like a scene straight from a postcard.

Sirius and Remus were inside, cuddling in one of the squashy couches in the Gryffindor common room. 

Remus was nestled into Sirius’s chest, arms around his boyfriend but somehow still managing to read a book. Meanwhile, Sirius held onto Remus tightly and watched the snow gently drift down from the heavens.

“Hey, Re,” Sirius said after a while of silence. “What do you think you’re gonna do after Hogwarts?”

“Honestly? I don’t know,” Remus answered, voice a little muffled because of the way he was tucked into Sirius. “I mean, no Wizarding places would want me, because- well, you know. I might be able to get a Muggle job, though.”

“But what if you didn’t have a furry little problem? What would you want to do?” Sirius asked.

“Ooh, well, er. I’d love to be a teacher, y’know, of magical subjects. It would be a lot of fun, and quite a few people have told me that I’m a good teacher.” Remus chuckled softly. “Dunno why, though. I’ve swore like a sailor at tutoring sessions before.” 

Then, taking his head off of Sirius’s chest and looking up at him, Remus asked, “What would you want to do?”

“Ooh, tough question, Moons.” Sirius thought for a little while before responding. “If it weren’t for all of this war stuff happening, I’d want to be a Healer. Maybe Auror though, because it sounds awesome,” he smiled.

“Yeah, that does sound awesome. Say, where would you wanna go after Hogwarts? Places to live and stuff, I mean.” Remus fiddled with Sirius’s jumper absentmindedly, waiting for a response.

“I’d maybe get us a seaside cottage, and then connect the fireplace to the Floo so that James and Pete can come over, and then we can spend holidays together like we’re doing now,” Sirius smiled. 

“Sounds cozy,” Remus replied drowsily. “Can’t wait to unwrap presents with you and the boys while you act like five-year-olds.”

“Oi! That’s not nice. I’m a very esteemed seven-year-old, thank you very much.”

[melstinybrain]

*sirius and james arguing*

james: *takes off his glasses*

sirius: EVEN IF HE- what are you doing?

james: I don't want to see you right now.

[propussyslayer]

sirius: so what do you do for a living

remus: i hunt and kill zombies

sirius: the fuck no you don't

remus: have you ever seen one?

sirius: no?

remus: then you are fucking welcome