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[brandileigh2003]

New chapter of hurt/comfort fic: I've got you.

Firefighter Sirius has been pining over paramedic Remus who is a floater for their station, and he didn't expect their friendship to finally grow into something more because of a bee sting.

Day 23: Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?” @whumperless-whump-event

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Gold

@wolfstarmicrofic June 5, word count 638

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They stood beside the lake and watched the firefighters putting the fire out. They all squirmed when McGonagall came to stand in front of them and glared. 

“I am almost certain that one of you, if not all of you, had something to do with this.” Her eyes were on Sirius. 

Remus started fiddling with the red and gold friendship bracelet on his wrist. Sirius's hand reached over and covered his own, stilling the nervous fingers. Sirius turned his charm on Minerva, keeping his hand on Remus as though it was normal. 

“Minnie, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that it wasn’t me.”  Sirius’s thumb brushed the soft underside of Remus’s wrist. Remus felt a shiver go down his spine and he had to try hard to keep his pounding heartbeat from giving him away.

“Alright everybody, the fire is out. Please return to your cabins, and we’ll see you bright and early for a treasure hunt.” Albus spoke to all the congregated campers and leaders. 

“I will figure out who is responsible,” Minerva narrowed her eyes again at the four from Gryffindor cabin. However, her eyes did soften at Remus. He hadn’t been there that long for her to think he’d had anything to do with it. She strode away from them to talk with Albus and the firefighters.

“Come on,” Sirius started towards their cabin, dragging Remus along with him. 

They piled onto Sirius’s bed this time. Sirius pulled Remus onto the bed beside him. 

“Stop looking so worried Pete. We didn’t leave anything for them to think it was us.” James tried to reassure the nervous boy. 

“Yeah, Petey. The only thing we left behind was the tin box and that was just a cheap thing we found in the supply cupboard.” Sirius joined in. “Besides, all the evidence will have burned up.” Remus couldn’t help it, he snorted, which set off the others. Soon they were all giggling. 

Sirius reached over to the little bedside table and opened the cupboard. He sat back up with a packet of Mars bars in his hand and started handing them out. Remus bit into the gooey treat and smiled happily. He wiggled his foot as the chocolate, caramel and nougat melted onto his tongue. He saw Sirius cock his head at the movement out of the corner of his eye. Remus stilled the movement and looked down, trying to ignore Sirius’s gaze.

Sirius laid back onto his pillow and stretched his legs out into Remus’s lap. He began slowly wiggling his feet back and forth like Remus had been a moment before. Remus blinked down at his lap, frozen. 

“So treasure hunt tomorrow, what do we think that entails?” Sirius asked the group. Peter had calmed down now that he had chocolate. 

“Last year they hid the clues around the lake, it’ll probably be in the forest,” Peter said around a mouthful of chocolate. 

“Yeah, but that’s what they did the year before,” James said thoughtfully. “Plus you burnt down half the forest Pete,” James added, chuckling. 

“James,” Peter whined. 

“I’m only teasing Pete. There’s still plenty of trees out there,” James guffawed as Peter grumbled under his breath and went to sit on his own bed, pulling a magazine out from under his pillow and hiding behind it. James moved back to his own bed as well, putting his earphones in and turning on some music. Remus waited for Sirius to move his feet so he could get up as well, but he didn’t. 

He turned to look at Sirius, but Sirius had put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Remus put his hand gently on Sirius’s leg, getting ready to move them out of the way, when Sirius’s eyes snapped open and stared straight into Remus’s. Remus froze again. 

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Fic O'Ween Day 10: Spellbound, for the Firefighter/ EMT AU! Read First Burn, Spark (rated E), and Kindling & Embers for previous installments! Coops 'n Cubs belong to @lumosinlove, fest header belongs to @noots-fic-fests <3

TW implied past smut, mentioned current medical emergencies

Keep me?

If you don’t want—

Keep me. Keep me.

I can do that.

Remus Lupin was the biggest idiot in the world. And also stupid. And utterly, hopelessly, unbelievably head over heels for the gorgeous lump of muscle and sweet smiles he had left, adorable and asleep, in a Midtown double-wide.

God, he was so fucking dumb.

You better not be on-call tomorrow morning, ‘cause you’re making me breakfast.

His mouth didn’t always run off on him, but when it did, it always did it with a bang. His bouncing knee rattled the broken edge of his seat and made the lady next to him shoot a dirty look across her phone. The subway hustled onward; Remus glanced at his watch and found that time had not, in fact, decided to run backward and that he was, in fact, officially late for his shift.

Shithell.

He wasn’t even given the mercy of an empty kitchenette to slink into after sprinting the three blocks from his stop to the station. “Good morning, sunshine,” Leo cooed with a smile wide enough to be frightening. He oozed the smug confidence of a man who had more than earned the purple smudge peeking out of his shirt collar.

Remus ground his back teeth against the blood rushing to his face and snatched a mug from the cupboards. The coffeemaker juddered a familiar rhythm. Id-i-ot. Id-i-iot. Id-i-ot.

“How was your night?”

“None of your business.”

“I covered your ass for the last—” Leo gave the wall clock an exaggerated look. “—twenty-seven minutes, my goodness. I think I deserve an explanation.”

A prim sip of tea made Remus’ eye twitch. “I overslept.”

“Exciting. You look sore. Sure you’re ambulatory?”

Remus managed to choke down a knee-jerk defense; something in Leo’s glittering eyes told him this situation would not be made better by a description of his rather athletic night. “Yes.”

“Nice hickeys. What is this, a frat house?”

His hand flew to his neck before his mind could catch up. The panic hit first, followed by a chaser of distilled regret. “God—fuck you!” he complained, shaking his hand out as if that would roll back an instant admission of guilt. Leo buried a grin in the rim of his mug and blew steam at him. Remus snatched the coffeemaker up and gave himself a heavyhanded pour. “It was a good night. I overslept. I’m here now.”

“Twenty-seven minutes.”

“…sorry.”

“No, no, this is worth it. Only your lucky-ass self would find the one call-free morning to oversleep.” Leo’s pager (a preference of the chief) gave a light buzz—saved by the bell. He downed his tea in one gulp, patting down his front pockets the way Remus had taught him during his first week. But then Leo paused with one hand on the wall separating the kitchen from the rest of the station. His chin jerked forward. “Nice shirt, by the way. Don’t think I’ve seen that one before.”

Remus looked down at himself and spit a mouthful of coffee straight into the sink.

--

Hey I’m so sorry.

Nope.

Good morning—

Certainly not.

Hey, I’m sorry, I’m stupid and forgot about my shift this morning even though I was on your case about the same thing, so sorry for saying you could keep me and then leaving you in bed. You were too cute to wake up. Also sorry for stealing your shirt.

Remus’ phone dimmed over the open ‘Messages’ app. Sirius’ Instagram bubble had been green on his last break. He let the screen go dark. Boisterous laughter spilled in from the other side of the station and his heart kicked. No, he thought firmly. Sirius’ team. Not Sirius.

Sirius, who probably woke up alone and cold and confused. Hours had come and gone. He definitely hated Remus’ guts by now.

Don’t fuck your coworkers. How many times had he drilled that sentiment into the heads of his rookies? How many times had Moody drilled it into him? Other stations were fair game, open season, free reign, but don’t fuck your coworkers, stupid. And definitely don’t fuck your coworkers stupid.

Remus’ face heated. He forced those thoughts out of his mind. Under his thumbnail, his phone case bent, and he shoved it into his pocket before it could distract him further. The mental highlight reel of Sirius coming apart under him (around him) was no excuse. He knew better. Sleeping with a coworker was a rookie mistake, but this…this was so much worse, because it was Sirius.

It had been so much better, because it was Sirius.

And he had thrown it away. All of it. Sirius would be right not to look at him after this. He’d be right not to want him.

No more thoughts of dark stubble, or spicy cologne, or the clench of thighs around his waist. No more lingering on Sirius’ wayward grins and soft hair through Remus’ fingers, or the steady way his breath puffed over Remus’ skin when he began to fall asleep. If he could just focus on inventory for twenty more minutes—

The siren slit his concentration down the middle.

“Fuck,” he muttered, checking off a last box of sterile gloves before jogging for the door. Leo was dozing in the window seat he had padded for himself a year back and jolted awake when Remus smacked the wall next to his head. “Go time, Knutty, lights and sirens!”

“All EMS personnel, report to rig 6—”

“Inventory?”

Remus grimaced. “Halfway.”

“Why can’t people ever have convenient emergencies?”

“Make sure to send the next flash flood my calendar availability, yeah?”

They took the corner tight, sneakers squeaking on the concrete. The rig crew was already set up for them—Remus loved it when people took advantage of a slow morning—and he snagged a set of keys off the wall hook with a glance at his pager, chucking them to Layla.

“Bravo on 3rd and Central!” he called to her. “You drive, Knutty and I have the back.”

“On it!”

Go, go, go. If there was one thing Remus loved about this job, it was the total inability to dwell. His keel found even water best when the waves were rolling up around them. Stagnancy was not an option. “D-1, Layla, talk me through!”

“Multiple victims!”

“D-4?”

Her expression flickered for just a second. “Explosion.”

“What’s the Bravo tell you?” Seatbelts, stretcher, respirator. The first ambulance was already out—it would be engines next, then their backup squad. He opened his mouth to speak and found Leo already packing burn ointment into the front compartments. “Nice, Nut. Layla! Bravo!”

“Sorry, uh—potentially life threatening, basic support!”

He knocked on the window between the cab and the rear, and passed a thumbs-up through the gap. “Three for three. Keep it up.”

“Remus!”

“Hi, yeah—”

Remus nearly choked on his own tongue. “Sorry, bad timing,” Sirius rushed out. He pressed close to the ambulance, which was the logical and spatially-aware thing to do in a bustling firehouse, but did absolutely nothing to quell the tsunami crashing through Remus’ insides.

“Hi,” Remus repeated, breathless in the surge. “I’m so sorry. I’m so dumb. Last night was—good, it was really good to—um—multiple burn victims, also sorry for stealing your shirt?”

“We can talk later, it’s okay.” Sirius was looking at him. It was strange. Not…not quite desire, but searching. For what, Remus didn’t know.

The engines roared to life. Sirens fractured his hearing.  Layla would have them up and running in the next fifteen seconds. “I’ll be right back!” Remus shouted over the noise, leaning out between the aluminum doors to be heard. “Probably! And—god, sorry I left, that was a dick move!”

“It’s fine!”

“Not really! I didn’t want to!”

Sirius barked a laugh. “I’m glad!”

A laugh simmered in his own chest, fighting to get out. He started to speak again (though to say what, he wasn’t sure) only to be silenced by a quick, chaste press of lips on his own. He sat hard on the cold bench behind him.

“Screaming people,” Sirius said. A grin dimpled his cheek. “Go get ‘em.”

The ambulance jerked forward; Remus kept his side of the doors open as long as he could, spellbound, just to see him stand there against the reds and golds of their shared home. The slam of aluminum and steel dragged him from his dazed reverie. He pressed back against the wall and blinked the stars out of his eyes.

On the opposite bench, Leo clucked his tongue. “So that’s where your shirt went.”

The laughter bubbled free, and it didn’t stop until Remus felt half-drowned from it.

[orionsgirl7lovegoodravenclaw]

Ok everyone, I need help, recommendations, etc.

Some friends of mine and I are looking for any fics involving the following:

Firefighter Marauders.

EMT/Doctor or even police are also allowed.

Main characters being James, Regulus, Sirius, and Remus with the addition of any Skittles or other marauder members.

Poly, mono, or quad relationships allowed.

Arsonist Regulus.

Established Jegulus or WolfStar. If neither, the start of the relationships.

This is basically the gist 😅

@wolfstarlibrarian @jegulus-microfic @wolfstarmicrofic and anyone else who might have come across something like this...

[resident-gay-bitch]

this is an apporopriate halloween vibe i suppose - romantic prongsfoot ficlet - firefighter james & psycho sirius :)

james sighed, pulling up his pants and snapping the suspenders over his shoulders. he reached into his locker for his jacket, slinging it over his forearm before grabbing his phone to switch off for work.

“evening, sarg.” marlene saluted him as she walked past, james shook his head with a smile, scolding her for cutting the sleeves off her shirt yet again.

“mckinnon.”

“it’s a slow day… first to fifteen in basketball?”

“you’re on.” he grinned, “give me ten to clock in.”

“gotcha.” she winked and sauntered out of the locker rooms.

right as he switched his phone on silent, a picture of sirius and himself popped up on his phone screen, of them hugging and smiling, drunk off their arses with feather boas around their necks. james smiled to himself and quickly answered the phone.

“hey, pads.” he said, sticking his phone between his ear and shoulder so he could sort out the rest of his stuff as he talked, “what’s up?”

“you’re about to get to work, right?” his voice sounded a little hoarse, like he’d been crying.

james immediately felt concerned, freezing in place to listen. he’d drop everything for his best friend (and totally not the guy he was in love with) if he so much as just asked.

“… yeah, lucky you caught me. i was about to switch my phone off to clock in, actually.”

“okay, good…” sirius swallowed, “suit up and come to my house.”

“wh- sirius, i’m working… is this an emergency?”

“yes.” sirius said again, and james dropped everything and took the phone into his hands.

“what happened, are you okay?”

“i’m fine, james… i’m wonderful.” he sighed, and he sounded so. he also sounded high as fuck, “i need you to come to mine… and perhaps you should bring an ambulance.”

“sirius?” james practically screached, rushing through the building for his desk for the emergency line, “what’s going on? what happened? are you okay?”

“reggie and i…” sirius took a moment and inhaled, “we did something bad, james.”

“b-bad?” james swallowed, punching in sirius’ address and alerting the paramedics, “siri- pads, what’s going on?”

“it’s so beautiful.” sirius actually giggled, “so bright, and warm… we did it, james. we did it.”

james felt his stomach fall out from underneath him, his heart practically fluttering in his chest, “sirius you…”

“are you coming, jamie? i need you.”

james shook his head sent off a siren throughout the firehouse, punching in the address for the trucks, and set himself into action, “i’m coming, pads-“ he hauled himself into the front seat of a truck, marlene driving beside him, “i’m coming, okay? stay calm-“

“i’m calm, james.” sirius muttered, “i think this is the most calm i’ve ever been, except when i’m with you.”

james ignored the way that punched at his gut, directing marlene through the streets, “okay, you’re away from the fire? are you injured, pads…” he pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the black smog wafting though the sky a few streets down.

it was massive, the fire.

marlene sped up.

“sirius, i’m almost there- you’re outside?”

“i’m waiting for you, jamie.” he muttered, “on the foot path, by the little tree, just like always.”

“i’ll be there, stay safe, padfoot.”

he tried to calm his nerves, blocking out the sound of marlene radioing the station, asking for more backup. they pulled around and onto grimmwald place to see the black house up in an angry flicker of flames, dark smoke polluting the sky above… and sirius sitting there on the footpath, where he said he’d be.

he’s covered in soot and his hairs a little greasy and he’s got regulus sitting beside him, under his arm, his head on his big brothers shoulder. james hung up the phone and tossed it onto the dash before jumping out of the still moving vehicle.

he ran straight for sirius.

sirius stood, patting regulus on the shoulder as he did, and james full body slammed into him before checking his face over, “sirius… sirius look at me- are you okay? what happened? are you okay?”

“james…” sirius said, a saddened smile on his lips as james’ hands came up to cradle his thin cheeks. tears welled in his watercolour eyes, his bony hand reaching up to hold james’ wrist and keep it there, “jamie… they’re gone.”

james furrowed his brow, looking over to the burning house, his coworkers kicked into action and trying to put out the monstrous fire, and he looked back to sirius, then it clicked.

“you… you killed them, didn’t you?” he whispered, “your parents?”

sirius nodded his head, “they were going to hurt reggie, james… hurt him like they hurt me.” he shook his head, voice too calm for someone going though all this, “i couldn’t let them any longer, so we… we lit the lounge, and bedrooms with candles, and the flames caught on the hideous curtains and… well, they didn’t make it out, jamie.”

james looked him over, his best friend -the man he loves - he looked him over, and ran his thumb over sirius’ cheek to catch a tear, and he smiled.

“you finally did it, huh?”

sirius smiled and nodded, “are you proud of me, jamie?”

james nodded and shushed them, “yes- you can’t tell anyone-“

“we made it look like an accident, james. i remember what you told me.”

“good.” james sighed, “you’re insane, the both of you.”

“they’re gone, jamie.” sirius smiled, tipping his head to the side and gripping james’ wrist tighter, his thumb soothed over the goosebump skin and smeared black ash, “they can’t hurt me anymore.”

“no.” james shook his head, “i know.”

it felt so fucking good to know.

“i’m free.” sirius smiled, running his hands up james’ arms, “i’m so free.”

“yeah, pads… i know.”

sirius smiled and sighed and grabbed james on either side of his neck and pulled. he pulled until they were kissing, and james melted.

“i’ve wanted to do that for years.” sirius smiled, kissing james again, “thank you for waiting, jamie-“

“wait, you knew?” he stepped back, stunned, eyes as wide as his glasses.

sirius smiled, reaching out to wipe soot from james’ face, where his black dusted nose brushed james’ cheek, “of course, jamie, you’re my best friend.”

“oh.” james stared for a moment before breaking out into a grin, “well, not anymore i’m not.” and he kissed him again.

“it’s great you finally got your snog, sarge,” marlene called out from behind him, “but how about some help, yeah?”

“shit, right, fire.” james nodded, pulling away from sirius with one last little kiss, and giving regulus a quick embrace and a kiss to the top of his head, “stay right there, love! and let the paramedics look you over.”

sirius scrunched up his nose and shoed james off as he ran straight into the thick of it, right behind marlene.

yeah, everybody kinda knows that james is in love with a psycho, and it’s true, he certainly is.

but only a few know that sirius is in love with one too.

[moonstruckme]

James Potter Drabbles (1/2)

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☁︎ = headcanon ✩ = 18+, mdni ♡ = mae's favs

Baking with James ☁︎

You and James go on an aquarium date ☁︎

James x a very physically affectionate you ☁︎

James when you're nervous to spend the night ☁︎

James and Sirius both like you ☁︎

James when you're insecure about your skin ☁︎

James x baker!reader ☁︎

James admits he likes you (after accidentally drugging you) ☁︎

James x codependent!reader ☁︎

You're James' curly-haired gf ☁︎

James apologizes to hufflepuff!you after a prank gone wrong ♡

Roommate!James takes care of you when you're sick

You have a complicated relationship with touch, and James loves you just the same

James protects you from the cold

James x you when you're uncomfortable around drunk people

You inadvertently torment bestfriend!James with your hotness

You introduce James to nipple piercings (he's a fan)

Touchy bestfriend!James is obsessed with your boobs

James is beyond proud when you pass your big test

You're anxious and PMSing, and James is The Best

You both misplace your glasses

Hockey player!James experiences love at first sight with figure skater!reader

Your muscley boyfriend James gives you the hug of the year ♡

You wash James' hair after a long day ♡

James gets a lesson on waxing moon rituals from whimsical!reader

James knows you're not so innocent

You give James flowers ♡

Roommate!James is way too nice to you when you come home drunk

You and James are both very fit and achey (massages help)

James doesn't care about your acne

James is (lovingly) worried when whimsical!reader brings home a friend

James loves your nose

James is lovestruck for whimsical!reader

James gets into a slight tizzy when you scrape your knee ♡

James comforts you when you worry you're a not a good person

James helps when you have a nosebleed

James is obsessed with plus size!reader

You help bodyguard!James in his time of need ♡

James is smitten with you, Sirius' sister

You accessorize James' bicep

James is drunk and staunchly loyal

fireman!James rescues you from an elevator

James reasons with you when you're jealous ♡

James wants to be your champion

Bodyguard!James saves you during a shooting

James feeds you

Bestfriend!James and you roll around (platonically of course)

You and James are adorably domestic ♡

You're afraid of showing too much love for James

You and James finally have your time ♡

Rockstar!James throws a drumstick at you

James comforts you when you have a migraine

Firefighter!James frets over your smoke inhalation

You divert James on a summer day

You worry you and James are drifting apart ♡

James comforts you when you have anxiety troubles

You and James meet when you're drunk and upset

Roommate!James is protective when you go on a date

You call on your neighbor, James, for help

James and shy!reader kiss for the first time

Camp counselor!James

He invites you to a bonfire The kids know about his crush He tells a campfire story You share a sunrise (and a kiss) He gets handsy in the lake He frets when you cut yourself You share a moment at the bonfire ♡ You reunite for your second summer

You're James' opposite, but you love each other

James comforts you when you break down

James takes care of you when you're hurt

James wants you to be treated kindly ♡

You and your roommate James have a spat

James is upset when a creep bothers you

You and bestfriend!James take things a bit further ♡

James comforts you during friend drama

Black cat!reader is in awe of James

You come home to James after your night shift

You're uncomfortable with James giving you so many gifts

Firefighter!James rescues you during a flood

James comforts slytherin!reader experiencing a rare bout of insecurity

James is stern when you've hurt your knee

You tell James you don't want kids

You have a concussion, and James is lovely

You meet James in an airport at midnight

You leave James a love note

James patches you up

You patch James up

James paints your nails

James comforts you through a panic attack

You and bodyguard!James carve pumpkins

James comforts a depressed you

James loves to tease ✩♡

Giggly sex with James ✩

James is your first time ✩ | the aftercare

James x shy!reader ✩

James is a giver ✩

[sup3rbloom]

you can set my world ablaze

@wolfstarmicrofic - june 4th: wildfire read one ao3 - 532 wc -

“Black, any eyes on the victim yet?”

“Negative,” Sirius replies into the walkie. He looks around, trying to control his breathing. This is not how he thought his day would go, but now he’s surrounded by wildfire and searching for a lost person.

“If you need to turn back, do it. That’s an order,”

‘Copy that, Cap,” Sirius is no quitter, but the wildfire is out of control and Sirius has no help, so he knows even though he wants to leave this area with the lost victim, it’s too dangerous to go any further. “Hello? Remus Lupin? Is anyone out there? Call out for help if you can!”

Sirius coughs, and he can feel the sweat on his forehead as the fire gets closer to him. “Call out!”

Sirius stops when he hears the sound of a whistle. He glances around quickly, trying to locate where the sound is coming from. Sirius takes off in the direction he hears it coming from. He stops as soon as he sees a body lying on the ground. He’s obviously injured, and his face is covered in dirt and bruises.

“Finally,” Sirius sighs in relief. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

The man coughs violently. “Help,”

“Don’t worry, I’m here to help,” Sirius says, before getting down to the man’s height so he can access him. “Are you seriously injured anywhere, or do you think you’ll be able to walk?”

“I…” He takes a deep breath. “I can walk. I just…”

Sirius nods. “I got you, don’t worry,” he says. He carefully grabs a hold of the man, helping him sit up, before getting him up on his feet. “We have to go as fast as we can. Just let me know if you need to stop.”

It takes a painfully long time before Sirius is able to get the injured man back to where they have a tent setup, where doctors and nurses are taking care of injured or sick patients from the fire.

“Evans! Quick, over here! He’s injured, severely burned on his arm!” Sirius shouts. He’s relieved when Lily, one of his friends and nurses rushes over to help him lead the man to a spot to sit.

“Oh dear, this looks painful,” Lily says when she sees the burn on his arm. “What’s your name?”

“Lupin,” the man says, coughing. “Remus Lupin.”

“Remus, nice to meet you. My name is Lily,” the redhead says.

Remus looks over at Sirius. “Thank you. You saved my life,” he whispers.

Sirius shakes his head. “I was just doing my job, mate,”

“Still. You saved my life. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for that,” Remus whispers.

“You don’t need to repay me for anything,” Sirius says, and he glances over when he hears his Captain calling for him. “I’ve got to go now. You’re in great hands with Mrs. Potter. She’s going to fix you right up.” He gives the man one last smile before taking off.

Remus looks back at Lily. “That man. What was his name?”

“That’s Sirius Black, one of the best firefighters in London,” Lily says, unable to stop the grin on her face.

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[lilacella]

I wrote a prongsfoot fashion AU based on this ask, because I am having issues, apparently.

I do in fact have limited insight into the fashion world so if any of this is inaccurate, please ignore.

Strut

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Muggle Fashion AU, Designer!Sirius Black, Model!James Potter

James was buzzing with excitement as he entered the building trough the back door into the bustling fitting room. He had made it. He really had made it.

James hadn't planned to be a runway model. When he was a kid, he'd always imagined he'd be a firefighter or maybe a famous basketball player. But when his agent had chatted him up on the streets of London three years ago his life had taken a sharp turn.

Since then, he had been featured on a few strips in smaller magazines, he'd even been the face of a fitness supplement marketing campaign for a while but he'd quickly found out what he truly loved was the runway. The thrill of walking, between all these curious eyes, doing his best to present the fasion the designer had entrusted him with, that was what he liked most about his new job. And now a special kind of honor had been bestowed upon him: He was going to walk for Black Sheep at the upcoming London fashion week.

The head of the independent label was renowned designer Sirius Black, who was known for being a genius when it came to cuts and fabrics but also for being the most insufferable perfectionist. He was extremely particular about who was allowed to wear his fashion, on and off the runway. A bit arrogant but deservedly so, James thought. He was obsessed with Black Sheep garments and while they weren't out of his price range - Black Sheep was actually considerably cheap for a high fashion label - the only way to buy any of the clothes was if Sirius Black signed it off personally. And James had unsurprising not made it on the list yet. But maybe this was his chance.

"Name?" blurted a tired looking assistant at him.

"Potter, James. Uh...model."

The young man checked his list, nodded and then pointed at a long line of people forming at one of the walls of the hall.

"Queue up, Mr. Black will fit you once it's your turn." The man turned to the next person but James stopped him.

"Wait, he is fitting us personally?"

The assistant rolled his eyes.

"Yes of course! Is this your first time?" He didn't wait for an answer and started questioning the woman behind James. Reluctantly, James made his way over to the other models and got in line.

"Next!" a different asisstant yelled and James quickly entered the sectioned off area, where the clothes were assigned to the models. And there he was. Sirius Black, in the flesh. Up close he looked even more intimidating but James was simply too fascinated to care.

The tall man with the long black hair turned towards him and raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. His olive skin highlighted the intense grey of his eyes. He stepped closer and examined James from head to toe. Then he nodded approvingly.

"Give him the suit. He'll look good in it." Mr. Black snapped his long fingers at the assistant who hurrydly fetched the desired garment from the clothes rail.

The suit was gorgeous. Geometrically cut and oversized, fashioned from a thick red material, strategic parts covered in golden pailletes, which James would have found tacky on any other garment but here it worked.

"Put it on," Mr. Black commanded.

James obliged and carried the suit behind one of the changing curtains. When he stepped back out, Black mustered him skeptically.

"What's your name?"

"James Po..."

"Where are your glasses James? You wore glasses."

"Oh. I took them off so they wouldn't be..."

Black stepped over to the changing cabin, picked up James' glasses and placed them gently back on his nose. His fingers brushed lightly against his cheeks while he did it.

"Wear them. Wear them on the runway too. They are part of you. I want you to present my clothes with all you've got."

James was a bit taken aback by that statement and still somewhat stunned by the touch, but nodded, dumbly.

"Right, let's see." Black approached him with a handful of safety pins and a note pad. He thoughtfully plucked at the garment in different places, pulling it closer to James body, pinned here and there and mumbled something under his breath. Everytime his hands pressed against James' body trough the fabric he found himself holding his breath. Black looked so good. His lips looked so kissable...Black finally looked up at James, right into his eyes:

"Looks good. Now walk for me please."

James felt an unfamiliar tingle under Blacks intense gaze. Was he nervous? He was never nervous.

He grabbed his glasses and walked a couple lines for Black who nodded contentedly.

"Lovley. You will make a great show stopper. Look forward to seeing you walk tomorrow, James." He winked at him.

James eyes widened in surprise.

"Show stopper?" The final model to walk, the one to close the show, the ultimate final impression. He'd done this before but he hadn't expected to do it for Black Sheep.

"Did I speak italian? Now take the suit off and give it back to Martha. I'll see you tomorrow. Keep healthy!"

**

The show was a full success, at least for James. His walk went perfect, the suit felt as if it was made for him. He wore his glasses and was surprised that hair and makeup didn't complain about it with one word. Maybe Black had given them a memo about it. The whole time James was backstage, he couldn't take his eyes off the busy designer who was hurrying through the crammed space, yelling instructions, fixing garments and to James biggest surprise talked gently with every model that seemed just the slightest bit stessed.

One of the women for example, a curvy redhead that James would have sold his soul to date back in high-school, couldn't fit into her shoes and was worried she'd roll her ankles. After being roughly brushed off by the assistant who dressed her, she called out to Black as if he was an old friend.

"Sirius! My shoes don't fit!"

"Lily dear, what's the matter?"

"They're too small."

The asisstants head went bright red.

"I'm so sorry, I told her to shut up..."

Black glared at the other woman until she shut her mouth and then turned back to the model.

"I will find you some new shoes, love. I think someone over there looks like hers are too big." He sighed. "Do I have to do everything by myself?!" He grabbed the heels and wandered off into the crowd.

When it was James turn to walk down the runway, he felt a pat on his shoulder and a low voice wishing him good luck. He only realized after his walk, that it had been Sirius Black.

When the show was over and James took off the suit, the asisstant from the fitting, Martha, appeared.

"Take the suit."

"Excuse me?"

"Take the suit. Mr. Black said you should have it." She left before he could ask any questions. The redhead, who caught his questioning eyes just shrugged.

**

"You should wear the suit," Remus joked.

"Well mate, I'm not sure they'll let me in like that," James laughed at his roommates suggestion. They were planning to go to a club, something he rarely got Remus to take part in, and James was rummaging trough his wardrobe to find something to wear. But the Black Sheep suit was considerably to special to wear to the club. It could get ruined! Actually it might be to special to wear it anywhere.

Remus lifted up the dark red jacket and inspected it closely.

"I really can't get behind why someone would wear this. It looks a little ridiculous if you ask me."

James rolled his eyes.

"It's fashion, Remus. In fashion you have to take risks!"

"The risk to look like a twat?"

James grinned.

"For example."

Remus put the jacket back down but then suddenly frowned.

"Didn't know they put tags in these..."

James turned around to see what he meant and indeed. At the lining, someone had sown two lighter piece of fabric. Curiously James folded them apart and then stared at it for a moment, trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

"Who's number is that? Is that a fashion thing as well?"

It wasn't.

**

James contemplated the number for days. Who's number was it, indeed? Could it be Sirius Blacks? But why would he put it there? Did he maybe do that to all his garments, in case they got lost, the same way parents wrote their kids names into their stuff before sending them off to elementary school? Maybe it was a number of a dry cleaner, because Black was so particular, that only certian people were to be trusted with handling his garments?

James had searched the internet for the number, of course, but nothing had come up. So one evening, after a couple beers, he decided he'd just call it. What was the worst that could happen?

He typed in the number and hit call. It rang. The periodical beeping seemed to go on forever, until he finally hung up. Weird. But he wouldn't give up so easily. His curiosity had been stirred and he wouldn't let go until he had an answer, no matter how disappointing it may be. So he opened his messenger and texted:

You: Hey. This is James. I found this number in my suit. Could you tell me what it's for?

He didn't really expect an answer, though he really hoped for one, but just a few minutes later his phone dinged.

Unknown: Hello James. I am glad you texted me, I had begun to worry if I had been too forward. Please don't feel compelled to interact with me, if you don't want to.

Unknown: Also, I'm sorry I didn't pick up earlier. I didn't know it was you.

James stared at the text in confusion. Could it really be...he squashed his hopes immediately. It was probably someone else who worked with Sirius, trying to get with him.

You: No worries 😄 Who is this though?

Unknown: This is Sirius black.

James stared again. His heart was beating faster. This had to be some sort of prank.

Unknown: the designer from fasion week?

You: I know.

You: I know who you are. Why did you give me your number though.

The other took a couple minutes to answer this time.

Unknown: I felt like we had a connection.

James frowned.

You: we barely talked.

Unknown: sorry. I guess I misunderstood.

You: misunderstood what.

Unknown: it's fine, you don't have to keep texting with me. Don't worry i am not easily offended by being turned down.

Turned down? So he actually was flirting with him. James hands had become sweaty. He ruffled his hair. What should he do?

"So do I get this right: You think that guy is hot and you have been crushing on him from afar for ages and now he texts you, and you are not sure what to do?" Remus looked at him puzzled. "James, since when do you get nervous when it comes to flirting?"

"I'm not nervous!" James protested. "I just wonder what he wants from me."

Remus raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't that obvious?"

James rolled his eyes.

"So what do you think? What should I do?"

"I think you should meet him and shag him, that's what I think."

James snorted, blushing a little bit. The thought of sleeping with Sirius Black was more than exciting. But maybe he was - a little - nervous.

**

Sirius had made a reservation at a fancy restaurant for 6pm on Friday. So on 6pm on friday, James climbed out of his taxi, in front of the fancy restaurant. He usually would have taken the tube but he was wearing the suit. If there had ever been an occasion for it then it was a date with Sirius Black himself.

They had texted back and forth for a couple days and - after his initial reaction - James had had to do some serious convincing that he was indeed interested in meeting Sirius and not just in a job opportunity. Finally they had agreed on meeting today.

James could no longer deny his nervousness. Eventhough Sirius seemed pretty nice and easy going over text, in James mind he was still the bitchy, aloof designer that the fashion world loved and feared to equal parts.

And there he was. Clad entirely in black, looking incredibly handsome and sleek. James swallowed hard and approached him.

"Hey."

Sirius turned and smiled when he saw him.

"Hi. You showed up."

"Yeah sure I did. Wouldn't miss out on that." James grinned.

"You wore the suit."

"Yep. Looks good doesn't it?"

Sirius laughed.

"Let's go inside shall we?"

The restaurant was one of those that made you feel incredibly out of place no matter how much money you had. James had been here before and hadn't cared much for this type of cuisine, but he would pull himself together for Sirius. This was a first date after all.

They were seated and when the waiter had taken their drink orders and vanished, Sirius sank into his chair with a sigh observing the people around them with a bored disdain.

"Not your crowd?" James asked.

Sirius looked surprised.

"That obvious?"

"Kind of, yes. You don't really look like you want to be here."

"I do, actually," Sirius said and leaned towards him looking right into his eyes now. Goddammit. He was so attractive. "I wanted to see you. You really impressed me. You've got an interesting attitude. I like it."

James laughed, taken aback by the blatant compliment.

"Well, glad to hear that. You have impressed me way before we met, so I say I come out on top."

Sirius smirked.

"We shall see."

James blushed hard but grinned. He hadn't intended the innuendo but he also didn't mind it. Sirius brushed a strand of his silky hair behind his ear. God, he was gorgeous.

"So, James, is modelling your only occupation?" He crossed his slender arms in front of his chest.

"Currently yes. I used to study engineering but I had to put it on hold. Just too many modeling jobs."

"You are sought after then?"

"Can't complain. Since I walked for you I've been getting a lot of calls."

"Glad to be of assistance. So engineering then? What did you engineer?"

James was surprised. Usually people weren't particularly interested in his boring uni past.

"I was specializing in air and space craft."

"So, real rocket science?" Sirius tone sounded like mocking arrogance but James could see how his eyes glimmered with genuine interest.

"Sort of, yes."

"Did you ever see a rocket up close? Have you been in one?"

"Once, on an excursion, yes."

"That's so cool," Sirius mumbled under his breath, then looking a little startled. "Did I say that out loud?"

"You did. It's alright many people find me cool," James joked.

Sirius snorted a laugh but relaxed visibly. His expression had changed from cold cockiness to something a lot friendlier.

"During the show I saw how you got one of the girls different shoes. That's not something that happens often. Never actually. Are you always this nice to your models?"

"I am nice to everyone!"

James raised an amused eyebrow and Sirius chuckled in defeat.

"Well, to everyone who deserves it anyways. You need to have elbows in this industry."

The waiter turned up with their drinks.

James noticed a couple people staring at them from other tables. Sirius didn't seem to notice.

"So what do you do when you don't design the clothes of the year?"

"Pretty busy with that, to be honest. I don't get out much." His eyes met James' again and he could feel the tension between them as they both raised their glasses to their lips. Gorgeous lips. The dim light of the restaurant made Sirius' fine features appear even more ethereal. His slender hand was resting elegantly on the table.

James couldn't hold back any longer, he had to touch him.

His hand reached out and covered Sirius' before he could make a conscious decision against it. He should have been worried about Sirius' reaction but found that he wasn't. This felt right.

Sirius didn't break eye contact, just his lips twitched lightly at the touch. His fingers brushed up against James' palm. James smirked.

"I told you, I'd come out on top," he said lowly and watched with satisfaction how Sirius cheekes reddened just the tiniest bit. It looked good on him.

Sirius had just opened his mouth to respond something, the air between them sizzeling with attraction, when they were rudely interrupted by the posh looking woman who had stared at them earlier.

"Mr. Black? Is it really you? I am sorry for interrupting but I am a great fan of your work. Sadly, I've never been able to buy anything, so I thought..."

"No," Sirius interrupted her harshly. His eyes narrowed and his face had become icy and unattainable again. "I decide who is granted access to my clothing and when, and you certainly didn't heighten your chances by interrupting my private dinner." His voice was sharp. Nothing compared to the mild snarkyness that James knew from him.

The woman recoiled. "I am terribly sorry, but..."

"You should be," Sirius replied coldly and turned back to his drink. As the woman took off he rolled his eyes.

"God, I hate this."

James bumped his foot against Sirius' underneath the table.

"I know we haven't eaten yet but...do you want to go anywhere else," James asked, already spotting other people eying Sirius with interest. Sirius laughed in surprise.

"Oh you think I'm that easy? Not even started dinner and you already want to take me home?"

James felt hot. That had not been what he'd meant, but he also wasn't complaining if that's what they'd end up doing.

"I...No I just thought that you might want to get out of here specifically. To get some peace?"

Sirius contemplated his proposal for a second, then decidedly signalled the waiter, asking for the check.

They were sitting on the rooftop balcony of Sirius apartment and enjoyed the sunset. After leaving the restaurant, Sirius had called them a cab and directed the driver here, only stopping once to pick up take away. Now they were both unceremoniously munching on their kebabs. (James had changed into a sweat suit, Sirius had given him. No need to risk his fancy clothes.)

"I hope you're not too disappointed that you don't get a fancy dinner out of this."

James laughed.

"I didn't want to say anything earlier, but I actually hate this kind off fancy food. There is never enough on the plate!"

"Right!? Finally someone understands me! Everyone always raves about the 'exciting' and 'creative' flavour combinations, that it's basically like an art experience but noone ever considers that you leave these places still hungry! I mean what's the point of going to a restaurant when you have to get a full 'nother meal afterwards."

James laughed.

"Then why did you suggest it?"

"I thought that was what you expected," Sirius said. James frowned.

"I don't expect anything from you. I just hoped we'd have a good time."

Sirius looked at him with genuine surprise, his gaze suddenly so soft and vulnerable that James almost felt like he could see right into his head, to read his thoughts.

Kiss me. He didn't think much about it and leaned in.

The kiss was a little messy, since their hands were greasy and they both smelled of garlic but it was still the best kiss James had ever had. They snapped together like puzzle pieces, long separated and now finally back in place. His hands found their way easily around Sirius body, as if he'd known him for years and Sirius melted against him, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck like he had nothing left to loose.

When they laid in bed after, bodies only covered by Sirius silken sheet, looking into each others eyes, hands gently playing with each other, James knew that this was more than just a hook up. This was more than anything he'd ever had and he knew Sirius felt the same. This was more than love. This was fate.

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My longer Wolfstar Fics, all in one place!

Words: 14,038

For Marauders x Taylor Swift Bingo 2024

For the prompt 'Come Close I'll Show You Heaven'

Sirius Black vanished when he was 18. Nobody was able to contact him. Ten years later he shows up at Regulus' front door unannounced.

Words: 12,416

For Marauders x Taylor Swift Bingo (2024)

From the prompts - 2 am, Breaking up with a 27-second phone call, and 'And will you still want me, when I'm nothing new'.

5 times something went wrong after 2 am, and one time something went incredibly right.

Singer Sirius Black has some serious writer's block after a messy public break-up. He decides to take some time for himself and moves into a new flat. He immediately pisses off his new neighbour by waking him and his toddler up at 2 am and the adage 'nothing good happens after 2 am' seems to continuously be ringing true, until it isn't.

Words: 35,113

From the Prompt - Fuck it if I can't have him

For Marauders x Taylor Swift Bingo 2024

Everyone thinks Sirius and Remus will finally get together (or that they already are together), which freaks both of them out. Sirius gets a boyfriend (which drives Remus insane) and Remus starts hooking up with people (which drives Sirius insane).

They're awful at communicating and l love them (your honour).

Words: 28,534

From the prompt - London Boy

Sirius moves from London to Cardiff to be near James, Lily and Harry. As a firefighter, he seems to be unfairly accident-prone and ends up in A&E multiple times, where he meets Remus, a very hot, very Welsh nurse.

Slow burn. (pun intended)

Words: 18,938

When they run into Remus' cheating ex in Tesco, Sirius decides it would be a good idea to tell him that he and Remus are together now. It quickly spirals out of control when Benjy invites them to his boyfriend's birthday party.

Neither of them is convinced that they can pull this off, James and Lily are confident that not only will they pull it off, but they'll end up together by the end.

Words: 38,629

The Marauders/Ghosts TV show AU that you didn't know you needed.

Sirius accidentally overdoses and becomes a ghost and realises that there have been other ghosts in his home the entire time.

James and Lily mourn Sirius' death, then Lily falls down the stairs and hits her head, and she can see Sirius again, and he has company.

Words: 2367

Sirius hasn't spoken to Remus in two weeks, since Remus started dating Benjy. When Sirius overhears Benjy admit to using Remus, he snaps. James decides the best thing to do is lock them in a room cupboard to sort themselves out.

Words: 48,874

Muggle Uni AU - Sirius meets chronically ill Remus and falls head over heels, despite Remus doing his best to keep him at arm's length.

Written by a non-binary, trans writer. JK Rowling can kiss my entire ass. Trans rights are Human rights!

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New Fic: wolfstar, muggle AU, fluff, healing

Read now on Ao3

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Firstly, he was now indefinitely without a place to live—a bit ironic, if you ask him, since he’d left London specifically to avoid this very predicament. Secondly, the students he was about to teach were much younger—and in Remus’s mind, therefore much stickier and more unhinged—than he had anticipated, and he wasn’t sure he liked children all that much in the first place. And thirdly, which was perhaps most troubling of all, the inconsiderate beauty of Sirius Black was now an undeniable reality that Remus was painfully aware of.

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Fluffy, Situationship (Strangers to Lovers to Friends to Lovers I Guess), Healing After Trauma, Bonding Over Trauma, Eventual Smut, Kids Interactions, Potters Have Too Many Kids, Found Family, Rock Climbing, Overabundance of Strawberries and Remus's Self-ironic Internal Monologue

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Fic is finished, posting every Friday

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Teacher Remus & Paramedic Sirius

(and firefighter James and headmaster Regulus and also epic Mary later on in the fic)

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There're probably better times and ways and channels to post this and only two chapters are out so far but I just wanted to do some cover art for the first thing I ever wrote so here we are :)

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Slowburn

Fic O'Ween Day 12: Goosebumps, with part five of the firefighter/ EMT AU! Coops, Leo, and Layla belong to @lumosinlove, fest header belong to @noots-fic-fests!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

TW extremely brief mention of bodily fluids (one sentence at the beginning)

Five hours and forty-four minutes. He had been bled on, puked on, grabbed, yelled at, and nearly toppled. His only spare pair of pants was now bound up in a plastic bag. Miracle of miracles, Sirius’ shirt was the only thing that hadn’t been damaged in the miserable afternoon. It made a great undershirt. It would also need to be washed at least four times before he could even dream of returning it.

Layla stared at a spot above his shoulder in the opposite jumpseat. One side of her eyeliner had been completely smudged away; the other, smeared sideways to her temple in a smoky trail.

“Nice job today.”

“Thanks.”

“That was a lot.” Layla nodded mutely. His heart pulled for her, a little bit. Even if their cases had been run-of-the-mill, nearly six hours of back-to-back calls would wear anyone down. He nudged the tip of her shoe with his own. “You’re learning fast. I saw some good work out there.”

“I’m…” She blinked slowly, then shook her head. “Wow, I think I fell asleep sitting up for a minute.”

“It happens.” In time, she’d learn to sleep wherever she could catch it. “When does your shift end?”

“Seven.”

“Almost done, then.”

“Mmm.”

The ambulance went over a bump, rattling the near-empty shelves and bashing Remus’ tailbone against the back ledge. “Sorry!” Leo called through the small window to the cab.

He had mostly given up hope that he’d see Sirius in the next twelve hours. His shift wasn’t over until midnight, and Sirius’ started at six the next morning. If he made time between his dentist appointment and calling his parents, he might be able to stop by in the afternoon, but it would be a stretch if he wanted to get any laundry done. And, Christ, that was a chore he couldn’t delay for another week. He liked those pants. More importantly, he now knew just how much Sirius liked them.

Something stirred in his belly at the thought. Warm hands cupping his ass and sliding over his flanks with astonishing care. Sirius had felt him up enough that he could probably make a Model Magic version of Remus’ body on touch alone—and wasn’t that a thing to picture. Somewhere between rounds two and three, Remus remembered kissing the backs of Sirius’ thighs. Pale skin and dark hair above the bare, sensitive bend of his knees. They slotted so well in his palms. Sirius had looked like glory itself when he peeked over his shoulder to look.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Remus jumped. “What? Nothing. Sorry, nothing, why?”

“You’re all frowny.”

Thank god for that. “Just…the day.”

A vague and reliable excuse. Layla snorted. “Tell me about it.”

There will never be a day when I tell you about this. Remus hoped his laugh didn’t come out too strained. “Seriously.”

They took the next turn a little wider, sending their final two ointment boxes sliding out of place. He fixed them blindly while the city center rolled past through the back windows. Did Sirius still have scratch marks on his upper thighs?

Another bump knocked the thought from his head. “We’re home,” Leo singsonged from the driver’s seat. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the showers, wondering why I chose this life path.”

“Mood,” Layla mumbled.

“I’m also Grubhubbing a sundae, and you can’t stop me.”

One of the last functioning neurons in Remus’ head lit up. “Get me one.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Get your own.”

“I’m your boss.”

“You make more money than me.”

“Yes, let me flaunt my extra fifty cents an hour,” he countered dryly. “Every night, I rub my quarters together, just to flex on you. That beautiful sound of a handful of nickels.”

“…I’ll see what they have.”

“Good rookie.”

He didn’t wait for the ambulance to stop before opening the doors. The familiar ka-chunk of the lock coming free was music to his ears—a sweet, sweet anthem of freedom, the promise of a lukewarm cup of coffee and a maybe-stale donut from the break room.

And Sirius.

Sirius, sitting on one of his packed and labeled inventory bins.

Remus stared.

“Remus?”

“Go ahead,” he said absently. “I’ll catch up.”

Layla hopped out with a groan. Six hours was a long time to be up and down. Remus was sure his feet would ache the same when he stood. If he stood. Sirius’ hair stuck up at the back, like he’d been running his hands through it.

Remus loved when he did that.

He just. He really did like him, quite a lot.

Keep me.

What had he been thinking? Six hours was a long time to wait. He had told Sirius he’d be right back. It was his day off; why hadn’t he left after it was clear Remus wouldn’t return?

He supposed he could ask the same question about that morning. God, could it really only have been a few hours since he felt Sirius’ bare chest against his own? They had practically been spooning with how tight they were tangled in each other when he woke. Remus hardly remembered falling asleep, only aware of the pleasant ache in his muscles and the humming pleasure in his belly. Pure satisfaction. Pure comfort, at having Sirius hold him like more than a friend.

He watched Leo wander off. Sirius didn’t seem to have noticed. He didn’t so much as flinch when Remus stumbled off the rig and beelined for him, not until Remus stopped in front of him, unsure what to say. I want you I like you I’m sorry please kiss me again, I still get goosebumps thinking about the way your mouth tastes with adrenaline.

Sirius blinked up at him, full lips and glossy lashes. His bone structure was fucking criminal. “You’re back,” he said, so soft and sweet and genuinely happy that Remus’ stomach flopped over itself. Sirius stood, tucking his phone into his pocket without a second glance at it. He was just—big. And tall. And gorgeous. Remus now knew precisely how solid his chest was, and how nice it was to kiss. “Did you have a good day?”

Remus stepped forward and planted his face directly into that chest.

“Oh,” Sirius laughed. It vibrated against his forehead; he closed his eyes. Arms came up around him, hands settling at his nape and the small of his back. He knew he smelled awful. Sirius didn’t seem to care as a tentative kiss nestled on the top of his head and melted Remus’ insides out his throbbing feet.

He sighed. Sirius smelled all warm and spicy. Detergent, cologne, or simply the way he was? Remus couldn’t wait to find out. “This is nice.”

“Yeah.” The delight was back. Sirius pushed the breath from his lungs on a squeeze. “Yeah, it is. I like this.”

“I’m gonna kiss you,” Remus mumbled. “Gonna kiss you so good. Just…two seconds.”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“Two seconds.” It was so dark in his new haven. Sirius’ lungs moved calmly, steadily. His heart rate was a little fast, but nothing to worry about. Remus let his ears go foggy and pressed closer, nuzzling into the space between his collarbones.

Sirius kissed the top of his head again, less hesitant this time, before resting his chin there. “Long day?” he asked after several seconds. Remus hummed. “Sounded like you guys didn’t get much of a break.”

“Mhmm.” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his cheek over Sirius’ sternum. He couldn’t count the number of times they had sat together on the couch or at the table or in the window seat, legs intertwined while they worked through their days. Separate snacks at first, then a single bowl to share once they knew each other’s favorites. It had been nice, to have someone there. Someone to talk to, someone to listen, someone who understood.

But this…this was so much better.

Sirius’ thumb stroked a short path along his spine. It zinged all the way into the base of Remus’ skull. “I sweated through your shirt,” he muttered, pushing his head further beneath Sirius’ chin. “After I stole it from you by accident. Sorry. I’ll wash it.”

He felt Sirius’ smile on his temple. “Keep it. Looks better on you.”

“Think I left mine at your place.”

“Guess you’ll just have to come back and get it,” Sirius whispered playfully. Remus couldn’t help a grin, raising his head despite the pounding drowsiness behind his eye—he had barely opened his mouth to retort when there were lips brushing his own, a wordless request. He granted it easily.

This was different than the rushed promise on the ambulance. Different than last night’s smoky, need-fueled passion. He let Sirius lead, tender and questioning, then pushed into it a little more. Have it, he tried to say. Take it all, it’s been yours for a while. The words may not work, but he was willing to bet Sirius would understand anyway. His lower lip was chapped on one side when Remus ran his tongue along the seam, giddy and dizzy with the kiss-buzz of chasteness.

“Hmm.”

That was good. It was all good, if Sirius would keep making noises like that. He brought his hands up to rest on narrow hips (marked with a tiny scar just above his thigh, which Remus was so fucking glad he knew now) and gave a little more, pushed a little harder. Sirius’ hand cupped his jaw and the right side of Remus’ brain powered down.

“Hm—wait, wait.”

His attempt to lick forward into Sirius’ mouth was stymied by sudden distance between them. Not far—he could still pick out each fleck of quicksilver in Sirius’ unfocused eyes—but far enough to be frustrating for the part of him that was enjoying turning his thoughts off. Remus went up on his toes for more, but Sirius pulled away. “What?” he whispered, though they were alone. “Did you—are you mad at me?”

“No,” Sirius said hurriedly. His hands soothed down Remus’ sides in a long drag that sent tingles through each cell. “God, no, I’m trying to—” His cheeks went a touch pink as he glanced around them and coughed lightly. “Uh, I’m trying to calm down.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Remus hadn’t even thought about that. He was pretty sure he was too tired for his body to consider arousal, aside from the inevitable spike of desire for a soft place to land for two to eight hours. Sirius’ mouth was so nice, his body so warm, that it was all too tempting to get lost in it.

Sirius’ tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. Well. Remus supposed he might be able to feel something other than pure exhaustion, if he tried. “What time do you get off?”

“Whenever you want me to,” Remus answered immediately, then felt himself redden at the arch of Sirius’ brows. “Fuck—sorry. Midnight. My shift’s done at midnight.”

The fingertips on his back had become an extraordinary distraction. Sirius looked almost shy, so at odds with the animated boy he knew against this backdrop that Remus wanted to memorize every inch of it. “Can I…” Sirius began, then trailed off as his blush darkened. His thumbs hooked around Remus’ hipbones and paused there, lingering on bare skin. “Can I maybe take you to dinner? Or a diner?”

“At midnight?”

“I know a couple places.”

Remus frowned. “You have work tomorrow.”

Sirius gave a sheepish half-shrug. “We could nap together. Today, I mean. If you want.”

“I smell horrible.”

“You smell fine.”

“I’m soaked in dry sweat.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I—” That was it for excuses. That was all he had. Every defense against Sirius was dust in the wind. He smiled, and stood on his toes again to kiss one scruffy cheek. “Yeah, sounds good. Let me wash my face and grab some water. I’ll meet you in the bunks.”

Sirius’ eyes crinkled, and Remus fell for him all over again. “I’ll be waiting.”

[orionsgirl7lovegoodravenclaw]

Ok hear me out: Sirius helps Lily give birth to Harry.

Firefighter/Sirius Black and his husband School Teacher/Remus Black hear that Lily Potter is in labor and all alone. Her husband, James Potter, who was Sirius's BEST friend and Co worker, had died months before from a work related incident, leaving her and her unborn baby boy alone.

Remus gets a text from his husband to rush to the hospital, because Lily has gone into labor and 'they just can't leave her to do it alone. Not James's family.' So he goes.

He and Lily had met a few times, and he really liked her. But she usually kept to herself, unlike her very outgoing husband. Especially once he died.

Getting to the hospital, Remus finds Sirius in full gear, begging and pleading with a nurse to be let in to see Lily. He tells her who he is to her, and that she deserves to have some sort of family there with her. Remus joins him and also talks to the nurse. She agrees to let him in, if Lily allows it. Going away, Sirius turns to his husband and sobs in his arms. (A bit awkward with the big fire jacket in the way) He cries that James will never see this for himself, that the baby will never know his amazing father. And Remus's heart breaks in half.

The nurse comes back, and tells them Sirius can go in, but he has to change into scrubs first. The air is breathable again. Remus takes his husband's jacket and pushes him to follow the nurse back. He waits in the waiting room for almost 10 hours, greeting other firemen from their station, accepting gifts and taking down messages for Lily for those who can't wait with him.

Sirius walks into the room and his heart pounds so hard into his chest, he's never been this anxious over a fire at work, but something about this moment...

Lily is sweating, in pain, and sitting there breathing between contractions. The moment their eyes meet, she bursts into new tears. He rushes over to her and takes her hands, hugging her ass best he can around the tubes connected to her. Ironically, she cries about the same things he just had in Remus's arms.

The RN who brought him in had informed him of Lily's complications and how she was adding to it with her distress and denial to push when it was time. So he spends the next hour confronting her, and trying to get her to relax and accept what was to come. To accept that this half or her and half of James was coming soon and needed a strong and loving mother. And that he would have Sirius and Remus too, that they would never leave her alone unless she told them to. She accepts and agrees.

The nurses help instruction Sirius how to help Lily through the pain as she continues to deny an epidural, but with better mental health and strength this time. Finally it's time, and she's pushing and he's standing beside her as she straddles the bed. He helps her breath and cheers her on, till the moment she's giving the last push, screaming and begging for it to be over. And out comes the baby.

The doctor asks Lily who will cut the cord and she looks at Sirius a little embarrassed. But before she can speak, Sirius kisses her on the head and whispers to her, "whatever you want sweetie." She nods and he reached back to cut the cord. One nurse takes the baby to weigh and clean up while, Sirius and the other nurse and midwife help Lily to lay back down on her back. They bring the baby back over and he's placed on her bear chest, crying and Squirming around naked.

Sirius and Lily both cry and he can't stop praising her and kissing the top of her head. He is amazing and in awe at this new little life in her arms. He breaks and hugs her again when she announces

This is Harry James Potter.

He's perfect and so little. Once Lily is better settled into her new room, Remus is called back to join them. He is shocked at his warm reception from Lily, as she thanks him for coming, being there all morning and afternoon, and handling the other firemen who stopped by. He reassures her it was no trouble at all, and he too would be there for her wherever she called.

She and Sirius both break into silent tears every so often. Especially when she places baby Harry in his arms to hold for the very first time and he cradles him like the most precious Jem in the whole world. He joins in their tears when she tells him that James had talked often about naming the couple, Harry's godfathers, but she had been scared and unsure. Now she knew it was the right choice and that they would have an official ceremony soon.

WolfStar helping raise Harry:

As the years go on, Remus and Lily become thick as thieves, the best of friends. And Sirius works hard to take care of them all. Lily has them over almost every night for dinner, and Sirius and Remus take turns taking her on dates while the other babysits. They take their vacations together, spend every holiday together, and even talk about buying a house together.

Harry is raised with two loving godfathers and a wonderful mother, and is often told many stories of his brave and funny father. Lily doesn't feel so lonely anymore with her new family around, and finds it more bearable to keep going and move on with time.

But Remus and Sirius get a new family too. They gain a best friend and sister. They gain a son and playmate. And when Harry's dream job is to be a firefighter when he's 4, Remus and Lily have to work hard to convince Sirius that over night stays in the station area not included in 'bring your kid to work day.'

And that's it. They go on. They live, and that is what brewed in my head all night when I was supposed to be asleep. 😅

[midnightpink]

hold me tight

read it here on ao3

James’ shift is just ending when they get the call: a massive incident involving several cars on the motorway. As he arrives on scene, his heart stutters to a stop as he recognises one car crushed against a barrier.

There could be hundreds of that exact black car in the city alone but somehow he knows.

He knows it’s Regulus’ car.

by: rxgulus

Words: 7,420, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English 

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter, Sylvia Lupin, Dorcas Meadowes

Relationship: Regulus Black/James Potter

Additional Tags: Fireman James Potter, Firefighter James Potter, Car Accidents, car crash, Blood and Injury, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Hospitals, Trans Regulus Black, Regulus Black is Harry Potter's Parent, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Alternate Universe - Muggle, James Potter Loves Regulus Black, Regulus Black Loves James Potter, Regulus Black and James Potter Raise Harry Potter

[cosmal]

aerials 21st birfday celebration!

hii it’s my bday 2day! yay twenny one! anywhoooo let’s celebrate together because we’re all besties. hopefully.

pls only one event per ask so i can stay organised. i will try to get as many completed as i can. i can’t promise anything special for this celly oops. mostly baby blurbs! still, i appreciate any request you send me. also yes all my cellys look the same.🌷

open for james potter, remus lupin, sirius black, eddie munson, steve harrington, johnathan byers, tasm! peter parker, joel miller, fred weasley

running from 17 april — 23 april

back to nav

cake — send me in a character and a prompt and i’ll write you a blurb!

wrapping paper — send me in a character + and au (and a prompt!) and i’ll write you a blurb! eg. bartender!eddie, firefighter!james.

balloons — common tumblr games. you know the drill. fmk. cyma. wyr.

and to my lovely moots. thanks for being the best. love you guys.

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