#Sirius black x remus lupin

[my-castles-crumbling]

cinnamon - November 27 - wolfstar - microprompt challenge - word count: 273

"It's not Moony," Sirius insisted for the thousandth time that day, looking around the path nervously to make sure nobody heard. "Drop it, Prongs, I'm-" he cut himself off, sighing. "Just drop it."

Smirking at the joke neither of them told, James just plowed right on, stumbling a bit in the snow. "Sirius, for a smart bloke, you're so thick. It is Remus. And the sooner you admit it to yourself, the sooner you two can fall into sweet, gay love together!"

Blushing crimson, Sirius looked around again, making sure nobody was listening. "Three things," he said, holding up three fingers. "One. I don't love Moony-"

"Sure, sure."

"Two," Sirius continued, frowning, as they entered the outskirts of Hogsmeade, "Remus doesn't love me. And three," he said this quickly so James didn't interrupt again, "what about the cinnamon?"

"Cinnamon?" James asked, leading the way towards the Three Broomsticks.

"I didn't just smell chocolate and the Forest. I smelled cinnamon," Sirius nodded.

But before they could continue their conversation, they saw Remus and Peter in the window of the bar, and found themselves hurrying inside to meet their friends. The subject was dropped until they ordered drinks. Sirius, James, and Peter all ordered a normal butterbeer, but when Remus went, he said, "Can I have some cinnamon on mine?"

Immediately, James exclaimed, "Cinnamon, you say?" eyeing Sirius as he spoke. Sirius, however, just looked down, feeling himself go red again.

"Yeah," Remus shrugged obliviously, paying the person at the counter. "I've become a bit obsessed with it lately."

"Oh," James said casually, but he was grinning ear-to-ear, nudging Sirius roughly. "Interesting."

Well shit. That explained the cinnamon, then.

[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 ankward 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

[uhhlifeig]

Broom Closet - Nov. 28 - word count: 170 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The broom closet was small, dark, and stuffy, but neither boy seemed to care. 

Sirius Black was pressed up against the wall, his hands fisted in Remus Lupin’s shirt, lips moving in sync with the other boy’s.

Remus tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, and the noiret felt himself get lost in the moment. 

“Enjoying yourself, Padfoot?” the werewolf teased softly, pulling away and resting his forehead on Sirius’s.

The dog animagus didn’t bother responding, pulling Remus back down for another kiss instead.

The broom closet door suddenly burst open, flooding the tiny space with light.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” James groaned, silhouetted in the doorway with Peter at his side.

Sirius and Remus froze, still entangled, staring back at their friends like deer caught in headlights.

“I told you,” Peter said gleefully, holding out his hand expectantly.

James sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of Galleons. “I hate you, Wormtail.”

The rat animagus grinned as he pocketed the money. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

[emmawithtwoms]

A Broom Closet

@wolfstarmicrofic day 28 -434 words

A.N: this is heavily inspired by Just Lovers, by Bizarrestars, when Regulus suggests to lock Pads and Moony in a closet to make them shag. The occasion was too golden

James was a man with an infinite patience, he would always forgive and listen to anybody, always offer a shoulder to cry on, and never complain about someone who is just feeling their emotions. But this time it was too much. 

The atmosphere in the Dorm Room had been tense for weeks: Padfoot and Moony couldn’t get their head out of their asses and just shag, and they decided to make it everyones’ problem. Especially James’. 

He and Peter had had enough, that’s why they created a foolproof plan to have those two sort their shit out: lock them in a broom closet together, For a whole hour. 

See, it was a genius plan, because the forced proximity mixed with a nice dose of sexual tension and a sprinkle of teenage hormones, meant a security of shagging of 98% (Obviously there was still that 2% possibility of those two cutting each other's heads off, but James believed in his good odds and his sheer dumb luck).

So, once their preys were in the right positions, snapping at each other in front of a very unsuspicious broom closet, he and Wormtail set their plan in action: Peter casted the locomotor spells on the ground below their feet, taking them by surprise, while James opened the closet door, letting them being thrown inside of it (the closet had been conveniently emptied beforehand), and closing the door. James locked the closet, casting his vicious anti-alohomora spell, Peter then threw the time delay spell on the lock, making sure to project a tempus charm inside the closet, to let their victims know that they weren’t gonna be locked inside forever. James, in the end, casted a silencing spell on the closet, to ensure them some privacy. 

And then they waited. 

And waited. 

Finally the hour passed, and with a loud thump the door was unlocked. 

Apparently Sirius and Remus didn’t pay too much attention to the tempus charm on the door, because when it opened, the two boys fell ungraciously to the ground, lips still attached, ties undone, hair ruffled, shirts unbuttoned and a nice set of purple marks on both the necks. 

When they fell to the ground, they fell right in front of James and Pete, who were standing triumphantly above them, grinning from ear to ear, with their hands on their hips. 

“James? Wormy? Wha?” 

Remus could only sputter those three words, before being whisked up by Sirius and dragged back in the closet, door shutted loudly behind them. 

Peter and James side-eyed each other, and had the best high five of their lives. 

Mission succeeded. 

[soleillov]

good boy Sirius ★ daddy Remus

bad boy Regulus ★ soft dom James

brat James ★ hard dom Remus

exhibitionist Regulus ★ voyeur Remus

puppy Sirius ★ trainer James

little brother Regulus ★ big brother Sirius

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Expanding on this post because I still love it:

They meet in university. I’m not sure what classes their respective degrees would have in common, but they both seem like they’d take psychology, so I guess they meet there.

Remus has been subjected to cumulative days of rants and speeches about Sirius’ degrees (he claims it’s to prepare for his classes, but it’s really just because he’s a nerd who likes geeking out).

Remus, after staying up too late preparing lessons for too many days in a row just before summer break ends, has absolutely spoken to Sirius like he’s six years old.

Remus has all of the gifts from his students on his desk. He’s a really good teacher, so he gets a lot. They’ve spilled over to Sirius’ desk now, and he likes complaining about how he wishes his students gave him cards.

They communicate so well. Remus is a pretty good communicator because he learned how to be in hopes of being a good example for the kids, and his experience in helping children explain their emotions is very helpful. Sirius is shit at talking about his needs/wants/feelings, so Remus uses the same tactics he uses on the first graders to talk with him. It’s surprisingly effective

Give me elementary school teacher Remus who teaches first graders and university professor Sirius who teaches physics and mechanical engineering. Give me Remus who takes out a feelings wheel and goes over basic communication skills with Sirius, because he never properly learned them as a child (namely due to Walburga and Orion’s abuse). Give me Sirius who helps Remus make little birthday and Christmas gifts for his students. Just… give me elementary school teacher Remus and university professor Sirius.

[myrows]

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

[ohyou-pretty-things]

artist: remusmkeko

[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

[my-castles-crumbling]

hogwarts library - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 266

The library was Remus's safe place. A cozy, quiet spot away from the chaotic noise of the Common Room, or the loud laughter in his dorm. It was an escape. A place where he could just be.

His friends didn't often join him between the giant stacks of books. Actually, he frequently joked that he didn't think James or Sirius knew where the library was located. Peter, at least, joined him when he was desperate to bring up his grades. But he truly only ever saw James or Sirius enter the space when there was a prank to be pulled.

Which is why he was absolutely shocked to look up one rainy winter day and see Sirius standing in front of him, looking awkward and nervous.

"Alright, Padfoot?" Remus whispered, closing his book and placing it on a table next to the armchair he was curled in.

"Yeah, I-" Sirius shifted from foot to foot, very much looking like a dog who had been caught stealing food from the dinner table.

And Remus's heart melted. He and Sirius had only been dating for a few days, but they'd been friends for long enough for him to know that Sirius had trouble asking for what he needed. And he clearly needed something.

"C'mere," he said with a small smile, opening his arms and waiting.

Eagerly, Sirius walked forward, folding into his lap and sighing happily. "Missed you," he murmured, nuzzling into his neck.

Chuckling, Remus again picked up his book, resting it on Sirius and finding the place he left off. Perhaps Remus was Sirius's safe place.

[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

[uhhlifeig]

Potions Dungeons - Nov. 26 - word count: 345 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Potions classroom was damp, the dim light of enchanted lanterns flickering against the stone walls. 

Sirius Black settled into his usual seat beside Remus Lupin, watching as Slughorn bustled to the front.

“Today,” the man announced once he was at the front of the classroom, “you’ll be brewing Amortentia. I hope you know what it does, as we have studied the concept for a few weeks now. Instructions are on the board. Begin.”

Remus went to the storeroom to grab the ingredients, coming back to Sirius leaning back in his chair, twirling his wand idly. His stomach fluttered, but he pushed the feeling down, sitting and placing the materials on the desk.

The dog animagus looked at his friend, putting his wand away and pulling out a knife from his Potions kit. “I’ll chop the mint, Moony.”

“Try not to slice your finger off,” the dirty blonde snarked.

As they finished, the potion began to shimmer, and a mist rose in soft spirals, curling into the air like ghostly tendrils.

“That’s it,” Remus said. “It’s done.”

Sirius leaned closer to the cauldron, inhaling deeply.

He blinked, turning to look at his Potions partner. “Weird.”

Remus frowned, wafting some of the mist into his nose. He froze as the scents enveloped him: smoke, grass, and leather- as well as a whiff of wet dog.

“No way,” he whispered. “No fucking way. Sirius?”

The noiret evidently heard, looking him straight in the eyes and smirking.  “Do you have anything to say to me, Moons?”

The werewolf blushed. “I- er, well-”

“Continue…”

“Padfoot… will you go out with me?” The words practically flew out of Remus’s mouth, causing him to turn even more red and cover his face in embarrassment.

Sirius smiled, gently prying his friend’s hands from his face, causing the scarred boy to look at him. “Of course I will. All you had to do was ask, mon cœur.”

“God, Sirius- are you trying to kill me? This is unfair,” the younger boy groaned, the tips of his ears turning red. “French? In class? Really?”

[emmawithtwoms]

The Quidditch Pitch

@wolfstarmicrofic day 27 -517 words

Remus followed the path leading him to the Quidditch pitch, all bundled up in his scarf, jacket and gloves. 

As he got closer to the entrance, he could hear the clear noise of a bulger being hit with incredible force, again and again. 

Finally he reached the green field, where he could make out, right in the middle, the shape of his boyfriend in his Quidditch gear, holding the bat and looking at the sky, waiting for the bulger to come back. 

“I knew I would have found you here.”

“What do you want, Remus?”

Sirius punctuated the end of the sentence by hitting the ball with his bat.

“I was just looking for you.”

“Mh, well you found me, good job.”

Another hit

“Come on Pads, you can’t be that mad at me…” 

Actually, if Sirius was out here hitting bulgers to calm his nerves, that meant he was that mad, but Remus liked delusion.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I overreacting by actively not fighting with you?”

Another hit, this time the ball went well over the rings

“Well I wouldn’t say we are not fighting, we are passive-aggressively dancing around the subject.”

“Remus Lupin, that bulger is gonna hit your head next. Don’t challenge my aim.”

“Ok ok, no need to threaten me, Love. I’m sorry, alright?”

Another hit

“Sorry for what, exactly?”

“I’m sorry for not telling my mum that you were my boyfriend… I promise you I’ll tell her.”

“Remus, this is not what I’m mad about.”

“It isn’t”

“No.”

Sirius huffed, dropped his bat and charmed the bulger to go back in its trunk.

“I am mad because you treat me like I’m your dirty secret, like I’m something you are ashamed about. I will not force you to come out to your mum, or anybody for that matter, but I cannot stay a whole week at your house pretendinhìg to be just your friend. I will not tiptoe around and hide behind dark corners. I have been doing that my whole life, Remus, I’m tired of hiding and feeling dirty.”

“Sirius… I.I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, I’m-”

“I know, don’t worry. Let’s just go.”

“No. I will worry, because that’s something that makes you suffer. You are not something I am ashamed about, Sirius, I do not want you to feel like I don’t want to show you off to everybody, I just… I need time to break the news to my mum, to everybody, because I’m scared. But I will, I swear that I will, just give me some time, please Sirius.” 

They were standing close to each other now, Remus was staring at the ground and fiddling his fingers, so Sirius lifted his chin with his hand and softly kissed him. 

“I know, Moony, I know you will. I don’t want you to feel forced to do it, though. Just… don’t run away from me, don’t hide so much, please. We can go slow, I can give you all the time you need, love.”

“Thank you, Sirius. I love you.”

“I love you too”

[ellecdc]

Sirius' Admirer

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader at a party with Sirius' determined admirer

CW: fluff, shy!reader but it's only discussed, possessive Remus, brief mention of alcohol/being tipsy but no description

original request/prompt = @unstablereader

The party was winding down as the small group that was left in Gryffindor tower pulled the various sofas and chairs closer to the low coffee table for another party game. 

Not you, though.

Remus was very happy to have you curled up in his lap, pretty well asleep, as he watched Sirius smirk and laugh with the remaining party goers. 

It was no secret that you were a touch more shy than Sirius or Remus were. 

Okay, you were terribly more shy than Sirius and Remus were, but Remus was more than happy to sit on the sidelines with his and Sirius’ little wallflower.

And it was no secret you put in a solid effort to be more social for your more extroverted boyfriends'; showing up to this party was evidence of that, both of them knowing that the old you would have never agreed to such a thing.

He was certain that had you been a little less tipsy and a little more awake, you would rather die than be seen falling asleep in one of your boyfriend’s lap. 

That made Remus love his current situation all the more.

You shifted slightly at a boisterous laugh from the group and Remus used his hand that was supporting you to rub your back soothingly. He couldn’t help the proud smirk that took over his face when you nuzzled a little further into his chest at the action. 

Remus could suddenly smell trouble in the form of one Gryffindor girl a year below the three of you - who seemed to have quite the crush on Sirius - as she approached the group. 

Now it’s important to note that it’s not that he blamed the girl for her crush, per se, but he certainly didn’t like it.

And Moony liked it even less. 

Remus watched as the girl approached Sirius, and Sirius - not quite able to rid himself of the Pureblood gentleman he was raised beaten to be - began to stand in order to offer her his chair.

“Oh that’s okay! We can both fit!” The girl offered boldly, grabbing Sirius’ arm before he was at his full height and pulling him back down into the (albeit rather large) one seater chair. 

Though Remus could see Sirius was slightly taken aback by the boldness of the younger Gryffindor, he quickly schooled his face and offered a polite shrug before turning his gaze to the rest of the room. 

Before the game began, Sirius’ eyes flit upwards towards the chair he knew the two of you were occupying where he took in your tangled forms.

A soft, loving smile took over his face as he watched your chest rise and fall peacefully before his eyes met Remus’, who he offered a wink before returning to the game at hand.

Now Remus tried to focus on the feel of your steady breathing, your weight on his chest, the warmth of your body, and the contentment he had felt all night with you and Sirius.

But Moony was far more concerned with that little witch who was sitting far too close to his Padfoot. 

Remus tried to mentally grab The Wolf by the scruff of the neck, begging him to relax for now.

And it almost worked.

Except the little witch had thrown her head back in laughter and slapped Sirius' thigh playfully. 

Remus could feel a possessive discontentment rumble through his chest, and unfortunately for him, so did you.

“I’m sorry, dovey. It’s okay, go back to sleep.” He murmured, pressing a conciliatory kiss to your hairline as you stirred in his lap. 

You tightened your hold on Remus in a way that you never do in public, and he was immediately back to feeling quite smug about his current situation.

Though, unfortunately, the smugness didn’t last long. 

Sirius was having a playful row with James over whether or not James had cheated during his turn, paying no mind to the younger girl who was scooching ever closer to him in his distraction, to the point that Remus felt she was nearly sitting right on his lap.

Mine. Moony growled petulantly in his mind. 

Remus thought, hoped, and prayed that he was strong enough to ignore it, but it seemed that either Moony was particularly possessive tonight or this witch was particularly bothersome. 

Sirius was leaning forward in the seat with his elbows on his knees conversing with Peter as the witch leaned forward and rested her head on his shoulder. 

Remus wasn’t exactly sure what his plan was in attempting to stand up, but that plan (or lack thereof) was quickly thwarted when you whimpered at the disruption. 

“Moons?” You whined as you started to tense; eyes scrunching in preparation to open and see what Remus’ fuss was about.

“Sorry. I'm sorry babylove.” He cooed as he settled back into his chair and kissed the space between your brows.

Damn his difficult hot and oblivious boyfriend and his sweet little sleepy girl - causing him nothing but grief. 

How in the sodding hell did Sirius not notice what was going on right now!? He had to feel the weight of her stupid sodding head on his shoulder?

But apparently whatever discourse he was currently participating in with Peter was more interesting than his admirer. 

Remus tried to remind himself that the fact that Sirius wasn’t noticing and not interested in the witch was really rather a good thing as he continued to keep an eye on his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s devotee.

Apparently though, Remus had a threshold.

And that threshold came in the form of the witch slowly wrapping both her arms around Sirius’ arm that she was already leaning against.

Sirius barely had time to furrow his brows and turn to look at the girl incredulously before Remus had shot a tame stinging hex at him. 

“Ouch! What the fuck?” Sirius hissed as he shook the hand Remus had stung - not coincidentally the hand that the witch was moments away from trying to hold - forcing the girl to straighten up from where she’d been attempting to cosy up to him. 

“Oi Prongs, are Rem and my girl still around?” Sirius called loudly regardless of the fact that Remus knew that Sirius knew exactly where they were. 

“Never very far, Pads.” James smirked as he used his head to gesture towards your and Remus’ forms. 

Sirius looked over with a salacious grin on his face before quickly standing and abandoning the witch in her chair built for one as he made for the two of you.

“Awe our poor girl, Rem.” Sirius cooed as he leaned over you to press a kiss to Remus’ lips. “You should have called me over earlier so we could bring her to bed.”

“You seemed a little preoccupied.” Remus answered pointedly, though his chiding was minimised by the teasing smile on his face. 

“Fuckin’ weird.” Sirius breathed out before crouching down to be level with you.

“Hey pretty girl.” Sirius murmured as he pushed some of your hair away from your face. “You ready for bed?”

You let out a pitiful sound as you tried to nuzzle further into Remus’ chest, only for both boys to chuckle at you. 

“Come on, sleepy-head.” He continued, pulling you from Remus’ lap by your hands and into his chest. Remus watched Sirius support basically the entirety of your weight where you were leaning against him as he guided you towards the stairs of the boys’ dormitory. 

“Goodnight everyone!” He called to the group, causing you to timidly burrow further into his side to hide from what Remus was sure was the horrifying ordeal of being seen. 

Remus watched as everyone wished the three of you a good night, save the usurping witch who was pouting in her rather empty looking chair. 

Remus couldn’t really blame her for trying, he supposed, but if anyone was going to spend the night cuddling you and Sirius, it was going to be him.

[pxrty-crxsher]

Barty: Sirius, shut the fuck up.

Sirius: lack of sex will make you mad for no reason.

Evan: he just needs to get laid.

Barty: I’m right here, you whores..

Regulus: that’s your cue, Evan.

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Remus John Lupin is a dorky nerd in tweed and cardigans who is only strong enough to carry books around, and lets everyone walk all over him, and cries when people go on discriminatory tangents about werewolves/queer people, and makes Sirius help him study, and folds his underwear/socks, and drowns in jumpers that are too big because he’s so skinny that he has to choose between them being long enough or tight enough, and he’s always cold, and he has back joint/back pain, and has a snort-laugh, and a little overbite you can only see when he smiles, and his clothes have elbow/knee patches, and he never gets angry because he’s so scared of being a monster