#Sirius black x Remus lupin

[my-castles-crumbling]

first time - @wolfstarmicrofic - NSFW (not explicit) - word count: 301

“Wait,” Sirius mumbled, trying to get his head on straight.

Everything had happened so fast.

Love confessions had turned into kissing had turned into snogging had turned into more than snogging, both of them laying on Sirius’s bed with their hands roaming, and now Remus’s hands were moving to his belt, and Sirius still hadn't told him.

Remus immediately froze. “What? What’s wrong?” he panted, planting his hands on either side of Sirius’s head to lift himself up and get a good look at him. 

Uncertainty and embarrassment trickled through Sirius’s body like cold water, and he fought not to shy away from Remus’s gaze. “I haven’t- I’ve never-” he stammered, feeling himself blush.

“Never…never what?” Remus asked, confused.

“I’ve never…you know,” Sirius murmured, nervous to say the words.

Comprehension dawned in Remus’s eyes. “Wait, really? What about MacDonald?”

“Nope. We…er…enjoyed ourselves. But no.”

“And McKinnon? I swear I heard-”

“Yeah, it was a rumor. Neither of us squashed it. We were both still figuring things out at the time and it was nice, you know, to be each other’s cover-up story,” Sirius said, giving a nervous smile. 

“Oh,” Remus nodded solemnly. “Okay. Well, we don’t have to, you know. I like you, Sirius. We have plenty of time.”

But Remus’s reassurance just made him want it all the more. “No,” he breathed, a wave of desire flooding through him. “No, I want it. I just..you might need to be…I dunno, patient or something…Maybe..like, a little gentle, or whatever?”

In an instant, Remus’s full weight was back on him, his breath against Sirius’s ear. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, I promise, baby.”

And he couldn’t stop the moan that ripped through his mouth as he tangled his hands through Remus’s hair, his whole body already lighting on fire.

[uhhlifeig]

First Time - Jan. 29th - word count: 157 - @wolfstarmicrofic - lowkey kinda suggestive

“-so yeah. I’ve liked you since fourth year,” Sirius finished. Remus was rendered speechless. 

At his silence, Sirius shrunk into himself. “You don’t have to say anything, I can just leave-”

“Shut up,” Remus practically growled. He stepped closer and captured Sirius’s lips with his own.

The kiss was… for lack of a better word, messy. Their teeth clashed, and their tongues were twisting in some semblance of a dance, and Remus was sure that if he saw Sirius’s eyes they would be blown out and glassy. 

The embers of almost-love that Remus had tried to smother began to flare once again. It was clearly reflected in his eyes, he presumed.

They were flying, drowning, burning. 

And the fire consumed both of them. 

After, as they both lay on Sirius’s bed, Remus smiled and pulled a tired Sirius closer to him and buried his nose in those long ebony locks.

There would be time to discuss tomorrow.

[almostdecaffeinatedfun]

First Tears - @wolfstarmicrofic - 99 words

After James, Remus is the strongest person Sirius knew of. Sirius loved how even the craziest things could leave Remus unfazed. It made Sirius think of crazier things to do every day.

What finally broke Remus into fits of tears was watching his three best friends transform into animagi in front of his eyes after three years of hard work. Sirius tried to be kinder ever since to find out if that would overwhelm Remus.

But Remus seemed to be immune to tears. Sirius never saw Remus break down again because he was laughing in a cell in Azkaban.

[ohyou-pretty-things]

artist : @star_ry_eyed

[silverameco]

Wolfstar hits harder if Remus isn't conventionally attractive.

Because while Sirius is still deep in denial and internalized homophobia, he's convincing himself like "it's okay, i'm not gay, anyone would want to kiss Remus once in a while, he's just objectively hot"

Except Remus is awkward and quiet when not around friends, he's too tall like he grew up too fast and doesn't know what to do with this extra height, his scars scare people away, he wears grandpa sweaters, drinks tea in his free time and goes to sleep at 9 pm, he can't flirt for the life of him (even though he could bc he's witty and sarcastic) because he has no self-confidence and it shows.

He's basically a loser (affectionate) and Sirius is like "it's okay, no need to panic, he's the sexiest man on earth but that's just an astute observation, no gay thoughts here"

and i just think that's funny as hell

[myrows]

The first time Sirius visited his childhood house after he escaped was when he discovered his brother died because of Voldemort

[not-rab]

Sirius: My kink is doing stupid shit and watching Remus speed run the five stages of grief as he realises he still wants to fuck me

[whisorey]

wolfstar vampire lovers! — wolfstar kinktober 2024, "biting"

[incorrectwolfstar]

sirius: just found out james is shagging regulus

remus: and??

sirius: therefore me and you need to get together so we can give him a taste of his own medicine

remus: how would that remotely affect james

sirius: i don’t know but we should still do it anyways

[my-castles-crumbling]

first tears - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 363

Remus was having the worst week of his eleven years of life. 

Two essays, one exam, an impossible-to-figure-out castle, and his transformation in two days, and he was about to tear his hair out. He was pretty sure he was going to go prematurely gray.

Not only that, but there was the added stress of hiding it all. At home, even though his father looked at him with disgust and his mother clearly pitied him, he at least didn’t have to hide his pain. Here, it was all he could do not to wince every time he stepped.

So as he walked to class, aches and splintering stabs of pain ricocheting through his knees and hips, he tried to keep a normal expression. He really did.

But then he tripped and dropped his books.

And somehow, wholly without his permission, the tears started falling. 

They pressed against his face like a pillow, streaming from his eyes as he hurriedly swiped at them, bending to collect his things. But he wasn’t able to get rid of them in time.

“Remus, what’s wrong?”

Sirius, who had been walking with him at the time, had been nice enough to stoop and grab his Transfiguration text. Which had given him a front-row view of the fat drops of rater rolling down Remus’s cheeks.

“Nothing, nothing,” Remus replied, biting at his inner cheek hard to prevent himself from crying out in pain as he stood again. “Just…nothing.”

But Sirius, whose gray eyes seemed to hide mysteries Remus had yet to discover, stared at him for a moment before reaching into his pocket. After a moment of fishing, he pulled out a brightly-wrapped candy and held it out to Remus. “Chocolate?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Always makes me feel better when things are…nothing.”

Gnawing at his chapped lower lip, Remus accepted the slightly-melted candy and popped it into his mouth, shoving the wrapper into his own pocket.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, drying his eyes once more. The chocolate seemed to warm him, and Sirius’s small smile made him feel safe and comforted.

“I have a lot more…y’know, if you ever need them,” the other boy murmured. 

“Alright,” Remus nodded.

[uhhlifeig]

First Tears - Jan. 28th - word count: 332 - @wolfstarmicrofic

If there was anything Sirius Black didn’t do, it was cry in front of people. 

Sure, others could see him be a goofball, or be tired, or be disappointed, but no one was allowed to see him cry.

So when Remus heard sniffles from his boyfriend’s bed, he was concerned beyond measure.

He made his way over to the crimson curtains. “Sirius,” he whisper-yelled through the fabric. “Padfoot, are you okay?”

“‘m fine, Moons,” a voice whispered back shakily. 

Remus noticed his tone- Sirius sounded wrecked. “You’re obviously not very fine, Sirius. Can I come in?”

There was a moment of silence as Sirius paused, considering. “...fine.”

“Thank you,” Remus whispered, opening the curtains to reveal a red-eyed Sirius with tears still running down his face.

“Hey, Moony.” He smiled shakily. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check in on you, Pads. I could hear you crying from my bed.”

Sirius froze. “Shit,” he hissed, eyes darting around as if some creature were lurking in wait, ready to bite off his head. “D’you think Prongs or Wormy heard?”

“Nah, those two sleep like the dead. I’m not worried,” Remus sighed. “I am worried about you. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing too bad.” Sirius tried for a nonchalant shrug. “Just that Maman sent a letter. Called me a failure and a disappointment. Nothing too out of the ordinary, to be honest. It’s fine.”

Remus frowned. “Sirius, that isn’t okay. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met. You decided to become a fucking animagus for me, Pads. She’s wrong.”

Sirius hummed noncommittally. “Sure, I guess.”

“She is. You’re amazing and wonderful and everything in between.”

Sirius snorted wetly. “Sap. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Remus laid down next to his boyfriend. “And no, I will not tell James or Peter that you were crying, promise.”

“Thanks, Moons,” Sirius mumbled, scooting closer and pressing himself into Remus’s chest, arms coming up to circle his torso.

Remus smiled, burying his face in Sirius’s hair. “Of course, seren.”

[sun-kissy]

Hi i was wondering if you could do a poly wolfstar fic with a fem reader where she feels left out of the relationship because they start to drifting apart which then leads to them breaking up. But then Sirius and Remus realises what they did wrong but reader just doesnt want to because shes scared they'll leave her out again.💗

hi angel! thank you for the request ♡

meant to be | poly!wolfstar

part 1 | part 2

tw: angst

poly!wolfstar x reader

You lean against the doorway, quietly observing them. Something you always seem to be doing these days. Your eyes rake over Sirius, with his legs propped up on one arm of the couch while his head lies in Remus’ lap.

Sirius laughs, and the smile Remus gives him while he strokes his hair is so full of love. It makes you wonder if Remus thought he personally strung up all the stars in the sky or something.

You try not to let it get to you but it does anyway, that same stinging sensation in your chest, as though someone had pierced your heart.

It felt silly to feel as hurt as you did. The boys were so hopelessly in love, it was endearing. They had claimed to love you the same way too just a few weeks ago. When they first proclaimed their love, it felt surreal. Perfect. But now, it felt like a chore.

Not to you, never to you. Loving them would never feel like a chore to you, you were sure of that. But what if they felt that way? What if you were just an experiment gone wrong?

Maybe you were just overthinking the whole thing. Or maybe this relationship was a mistake.

Sirius and Remus perfectly complemented each other already, it was like Remus was a container and Sirius was water. And you were the lid that just never fit right. Remus was calm, peaceful, loving. Sirius was fun, snarky, and full of affection.

What were you? Just a random girl who had the fortune of stumbling across the lovely couple.

They hadn’t done anything in particular to upset you, they never would. But it was the way they instinctively walked closer together, their fingers interlaced. The way they glanced at each other, having silent conversations you would never understand. How they seemed to know everything about the other, from every inch of his skin to every thought in his head.

It was like they could see colours you couldn’t see, speak a language you didn’t understand.

You told yourself it was fine, they had just known each other longer. They stayed in the same dorm room and took the same classes, of course they were bound to be closer.

But wasn’t that exactly the problem? Their lives were inexplicably intertwined, and it felt like you were trying to wedge yourself in. It left you feeling like the side character in your own story.

You heard your name and snapped out of your daze, blinking as you find Sirius grinning stupidly at you from where he lazed on the sofa. His expression softens when your eyes meet his. “Love, come over here! We’ve been looking for you all day.”

That was a lie, your brain screamed at you. You spotted them chatting in lessons, eating together at the Great Hall, taking a walk in the garden. They were not looking for you, it was a lie.

Remus smiles softly, beckoning you over. You will yourself to move, to go sit with your boyfriends, but it’s like your legs have turned to stone.

You silently stand there, watching them. You try to muster a smile or open your mouth to say something. But nothing comes out except for a quiet wrangled sort of noise.

Remus looks at you strangely. Sirius frowns, his eyebrows creasing. He pushes his palms down on the couch, elbows buckling as he sits up a bit. “Y/N, baby? Why don’t you come on over?”

You watch Remus gently move his fingers to Sirius’ forehead to smoothen the lines between his eyebrows, and him turning around to give the sandy-haired boy a lovesick smile. That simple action causes the last ounce of willpower in you to break.

You clench your fists to stop your hands from trembling as you suck in a deep breath, feeling the ache in your chest start to grow. Was it jealousy? Anger? Hurt?

Sirius seemed ready to move to your side right that moment, looking utterly confused as to what was wrong. But Remus kept his hand wrapped around Sirius’ bicep, a silent order to let you be.

“Angel,” Remus breathes quietly. You visibly flinch at the term of endearment, not missing the flash of hurt across his face which he quickly replaced with his usual stoicism.

Your heart was thudding so loudly you wondered if the boys could hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, stuck between wanting to burn the bridges between you or to walk across them.

“I…” your voice comes out scratchy as you try to explain yourself. You clear your throat, watching Sirius’s frown deepen and Remus bite his lip anxiously.

“I don’t think I want to,” you say quietly, feeling your heart sink to your stomach. You knew Remus would understand, always the perceptive one. It was obvious in the way his eyes widened and his grip on Sirius loosened.

But Sirius just tilts his head, looking at you quizzically. “Okay…? You can sit on the other couch then. You can sit anywhere you want to, love.”

You wince, glancing at Remus for help. But he’s looking at you with that sad look on his face now, the one he only wears when he sees Sirius crying after receiving a letter from home, or when you show up at Hogwarts after the holidays with bruises all over. Did it really hurt him that much?

A sigh escapes you as you decide to try to be gentle with it. That’s the least you could do, after the boys had so generously let you in on their already perfect relationship. You suck in a shaky breath, mustering the courage to croak out the words.

“It’s not about the couch, Siri. I… I mean this,” you mutter, gesturing between the three of you. Immediately, your head ducks down, scared of what you’ll find if you look back up at them.

An uncomfortable silence is cast over the room, the kind that makes your skin crawl. A beat of quietness passes before you find the strength to raise your head, peeking at the boys. Sirius looks cracked open, his face a picture of anguish.

“What?” he rasps out. Remus’ features are tight with something that looks like grief, his hand ghosting over Sirius’ ankle to provide the little comfort he can.

The croakiness of his voice makes your heart feel like it’s being cleaved in two. But you knew you had to do this. For your sake, and for theirs.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you mumble in a rush, eager to get it out and not have to endure watching them in pain for too long. Sirius stays silent, his lips pursed so tight you think he might burst into tears.

“Why?” Remus asks quietly, gaze still trained onto yours as he rubs circles onto Sirius’ ankle comfortingly. “I… I don’t fit in. You guys are perfect for each other. But I just don’t fit in,” you admit, feeling guilt clawing at you. “This just isn’t working,”

“We’ll make it work,” Sirius says immediately, and the sincerity in his voice almost makes you want to concede. But you know that’s not possible. “Just… just tell us what we’re doing wrong, we’ll fix it. I swear.”

Remus nods slowly, looking at you expectantly. The hope on their faces make you feel like the worst person in the world as you give them all you have to offer - a small shake of your head.

“But love,” Sirius murmurs, his voice cracking. “Why… what… where did we mess up?”

“It wasn’t you guys,” you say immediately, even though it was. You just can’t bear to see the pain etched on the black-haired boy’s face. “It’s just not meant to be. We’re better off as friends.”

“But we love you,” Remus speaks up quietly. Sirius nods earnestly.

“I can’t,” you say, relieved that your voice comes out evenly. It’s a miracle with how hard you’re fighting to hold back tears. “I can’t do this. The both of you are always together, and I'm not blaming you for it. It’s in your nature to be together-”

“It’s in your nature to be with us too, dove,” Sirius says, the anguish in his voice leaving to make way for pure sadness.

“It’s not,” your voice coming out as a pathetic sob. “I’m not like you guys. I’m not fun, I don’t take the same classes, I don’t ever get what you mean. We’re just not right for each other.”

You think you can see something break in Remus when you utter that last sentence. Sirius bites down on his quivering lip and wraps his arms around himself, as though physically restraining himself from pulling you into a hug.

This isn’t the first time they’ve ignored what you said, isn’t the first time they didn’t respond. It happened on a daily basis, for Merlin’s sake. But this is the only time it hurt as much as it did right now.

You glance at them one last time, heart breaking at their pained expressions. But none of them say a word as you turn around and leave the room, letting you go all too easily.

Perhaps you were just not meant to be.

[ohyou-pretty-things]

artist: remusmkeko

[myrows]

Praying at you altar

[not-rab]

*during a prank*

James: What do you think Sirius will do for a distraction?

Remus: He’ll probably make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do

*classroom explodes and several students start screaming*

Remus: ... Or he could do that

[moonstruckme]

Hi luv, can I request something?

I was thinking about a poly!wolfstar x fem!reader where reader is feeling down because of her period but don’t wanna tell the boys bc she’s embarrassed. But she ends up acting all sad and the boys are really worried, thinking they did something wrong, and when they finally find out the truth they try to comfort her? A little angst with fluff ending, lots of cuddles. Only if you feel comfortable writing it, of course!

I love your writing, btw

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: period sadness

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 971 words

“She’s moping,” Sirius whispers, arms crossed and dark brows bunched. He’s leaning back against the counter, having followed Remus into the kitchen to ‘help make the popcorn’. Two fingers tap restlessly on his bicep. 

Remus watches the movement, pensive. “She might’ve just had a rough day,” he says back. The sound of popcorn in the microwave works to cover his voice. “I think she’d tell us if we’d done something to upset her.”

He gets where Sirius is coming from. You’ve seemed a tad dimmer than usual, mumbly and perhaps a bit tired. But Sirius is quick to worry, and he has a nose for tension that occasionally sniffs it out when it’s not really there. 

“She might not.” Sirius is doing that thing where he looks and sounds angry when really he’s worried. Remus leans over to kiss his hair. 

“She’s better than us,” he reassures him, taking the popcorn from the microwave and leading the way back into the living room. 

You’re huddled up in one corner of the couch, blanket pulled tight around you and eyes looking to nowhere. You perk up a little when Remus shakes some of the popcorn into a bowl and sets it in your lap. 

“Thanks,” you say. 

“Course. Did you pick a film?” 

“I started to, but…” You shrug, passing the remote to Sirius as he sits down next to you. “You guys can pick, I don’t really care what we watch.” 

Sirius sends Remus a look. See? Remus frowns. He’s still not convinced you’re upset with them, specifically, but your upset in general is hard to deny. 

It’s unsettling to have you glum like this. He and Sirius have always been prone to their moods, but you’re…not, so much. It’s not that you never have a bad day, of course, they try to give you the environment to feel whatever you like. They’ve just not seen you like this before, obviously upset but seemingly with no cause. 

Sirius picks one of your favorite films anyway. The intro credits start, and ordinarily, this would be the part where you lean onto your other side and cozy up to him, but you don’t. You stay curled up in your corner, eyes at half-mast and pretty face impassive. 

The sweet bit of skin between Sirius’ brows is marred by a dent. 

Remus is sitting in the armchair adjacent to your side of the couch. He reaches across the space for your hand. With so overt a request, you give it to him, looking a touch bemused. He holds your gaze, sweeping his thumb over your knuckles. 

“Are you alright?” 

You blink. “Me?” When Remus doesn’t look away, you shrink slightly, shoulders pulling up towards your ears. “I’m fine, yeah. Are you?” 

“Oh, how crafty,” Sirius drawls. “Redirect the question, we’ll never see through that.” 

You smile cautiously. “Way to make me asking my boyfriend how he is seem nefarious.” 

Sirius’ answering grin is sharp, but Remus can see the anxiety beneath it. “You’re not as subtle as you think, babe. Why don’t you tell us what’s got you so twisted up, huh?” 

Just like that, you shut down again. You pull your hand from Remus’, fixing your eyes on the TV. “I’m not twisted up,” you say. 

“Dovey,” Remus says softly. When you look at him, your expression is controlled but your gaze is tentative. “Have we done something to upset you?” 

“What?” A line forms between your brows, a companion for Sirius’. “No, you’ve—you’re perfect.” 

“Well, I like to think so,” Sirius agrees breezily, “but you’re obviously not happy with us. It’d help if you’d just say what it is, so apologies and amends can commence. Unless it’s that I left the toilet paper roll empty again, in which case I can only say that you knew what you were getting into when you moved in.” 

His feeble attempt at levity doesn’t make much of a dent in your creased expression, though you do tilt up one side of your mouth as though to commend him for his effort. 

“I’m not upset with either of you,” you say slowly. Your tone carries a hue of resignation. “I promise, if I was mad I would say.” 

Now it’s Remus’ turn to look at Sirius. See? But Sirius looks even more troubled, as though he can’t fathom what could be wrong in your life if it’s not him. 

“You are upset, though,” Remus says softly. “What’s wrong?” 

You sigh, the sound heavy with that unidentified melancholy, and Sirius seems to feel secure enough now to drop a kiss on your shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong,” you reply, defeated. “I’m just in a mood because of my period, sorry. I don’t mean to be a bother.” 

Remus coos, reaching across the gap again to pet your baby hairs. 

Sirius leans into your side. “You?” he asks, kissing your shoulder again. “Never. Why didn’t you say, lovebug?” 

You shrug. You seem to be slumping deeper into the couch with every affectionate touch, your body relaxing. “It’s a bit embarrassing. I don’t want to be acting all sad just because my hormones are going funny.” 

“You’re not just acting sad if you are actually sad,” Remus points out. “Is your stomach hurting you?” 

“Not really.” You shift your weight so you’re leaning into Sirius, too. He looks about as happy as he can be when someone he loves is hurting, bottom lip pushed out as he rubs your shoulder and smooshes his cheek into the top of your head. “Just sad.” 

“D’you wanna watch something happy, sweetheart?” Sirius asks, voice dripping with a syrupy sweetness. “Or something sad, to cry it out?” 

You shrug again. “Maybe just a little sad? Like The Perks of Being a Wallflower.” 

“That’s only a little sad to you? Shit, baby, you’re tough as nails.”