#fruitcoops

[moonofthenight]

hi

first I wanna motivate your studying somehow

idk how, but you got this :)

secondly if you already read all of eve's fics again, do you have one two or three youd recommend to reread? I dont have time for all before you say that, I am aware of their greatness

That is so sweet of you anon! I already know I am gonna fail one of them and I have made peace with that but I'll try my best to at least pull through the other 4 :)

I have one, which was the reason I started this whole reread because I love it so much and it popped into my head one evening

1. Everytime We Kiss

And then mayyybee

2. Bun in the Oven

3. Guess the Two of Us

All of @fruitcoops 's fics are just SO good and I adore the social media series it's so hard to pick

[itsaash]

Yesss, Coops spice on the go! It was so hard to choose from all of the amazing @fruitcoops fics so I hope others agree this is a good one to be able to listen to. Happy birthday to Remus and thanks @burningaurora for letting me choose 😍

[Podfic - TTS] Closet Case by @fruitcoops

One-Shot | Length: 18:05 | Rating: E

Cap and Loops in a PT room… Featuring skinny jeans

Listen on: AO3 | Streaming

In honor of our favorite werewolf's birthday have a gift of weekend smut. Mr. Lupin deserves nothing but the best, which means getting railed by Mr. Sirius Black 😏Check back tomorrow for a second fic to celebrate Remus' birthday

Special thanks to @itsaash for picking out the fic for me and @fruitcoops for allowing me to give it voice.

[itsaash]

[podfic] Roots and Veins by fruitcoops, art by waltzedintherain

in the theme of being post-feb 14, maybe you're in the mood for some hurt/comfort.

If so, here is the podfic for you, Roots and Veins by @fruitcoops

I had a request for this fic by a lovely anonymous listener and it was such a good request!! I recorded after a hard day and it was so cathartic to record. I think listening might come across as more just sad, but sometimes that's the vibe!

It absolutely needed cover art to match eve's writing and I'm so thankful to @waltzedintherain for jumping in with both feet with me! I can't even express how amazing this art is. THANK YOU!!!

Characters by @lumosinlove <3

Enjoy!!

[arrowofcarnations]

Fic-O-Ween 2023 Day 4: Dead End

Some Luke/Logan friendship for day four of the fest (@noots-fic-fests)! Thanks to @lumosinlove for creating these two, and special thanks to @fruitcoops for beta-reading this and being an all-around excellent friend and hype noot. <3

Title: Birds of a Feather Characters: Luke Deveaux, Logan Tremblay Rating: G

(Contains Vaincre spoilers!)

“Luke and I have been running along the river. You know, the Hudson River path? It’s been kinda warm so sometimes we lay out after. There’s a park with grass. It’s nice.” (Logan, Vaincre, May Part Two)

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They didn’t have a set schedule or anything. It would happen like this: Luke would text him something like “Run tomorrow? Gonna be nice out,” Logan would send a thumbs-up, and they’d pick an access point along the path to meet—sometimes a familiar one, sometimes a new one way uptown or downtown so they could try out a different route. That’s how it happened in the beginning, at least. Now Logan texted first sometimes, too.

Neither of them were runners the way Finn was, both preferring to keep it down to a few easy miles at most. Sometimes they’d stop so Luke could pet a dog, or so Logan could take a picture of the view to send to his boys. It was…well, nice, like he’d told Leo. Grounding. Head-clearing. Nice, too, to hang out with Luke outside of practice, travel and team dinners.

He had other real friends in New York, of course—with Alex, Percy and Will as his teammates, it still kind of shocked Logan just how many friends he had here—but there was a level of understanding with Luke that was unique. Alex and Percy were loud, outgoing, hearts-on-their-sleeves people. Will was a thousand times more patient and level-headed than Logan could ever be. But Luke—Luke was a lot like him. A hundred silent thoughts for every one said aloud. Guarded around new people. Tough shells, Leo had said of the two of them. Logan supposed that was as good a phrase to characterize it as any. He just knew he was thankful for it.

On this particular day—the warmest they’d had since they’d started doing this together—they hooked up with the path near the George Washington Bridge and headed south, flanked by rows of still-blooming cherry trees lining the river. They’d timed it late enough in the afternoon for the crowds of cyclists, families and dog-walkers to have thinned slightly, but with enough daylight left so they could finish before dark. Streaks of orange and pink were starting to paint the sky by the time they reached Riverside Park. They found an empty spot and planted themselves there; the grass was cool on Logan’s skin as he flopped down on his back, only raising his head to take a sip of water before going boneless.

“Do you have a good route in Gryff?”

Logan’s gaze traveled from the wispy clouds overhead to Luke sitting beside him, bent over his own thigh in a stretch.

“Ouais, kind of,” he replied. He liked that Luke never used the past tense when they talked about Gryffindor, about his life there. “I usually go with Finn—he has his favorites. There’s one we do in the old part of the city that’s good. You know the Godric’s Hollow neighborhood?”

Luke nodded, switching to the other leg. “Hazard dragged us to a bakery there on some little dead-end street once.”

An ache Logan was now familiar with pinged briefly in his chest. Race you to the door. Damn, I can smell those croissants. C’mon, Lo baby, I’ll buy you something sweet. “I know the one. Pretty sure he built the route around that bakery. Even when Knutty and I sleep in, he’ll bring us back something.”

It was a relief to not have to pick and choose his words when it came to Finn and Leo. So new, and still so strange. Had there ever been a time before the last few weeks when he didn’t have to worry about implications?

Finished with his stretch, Luke sat up straight and rolled his neck and shoulders a few times before grabbing his own water bottle. “He’s a morning guy, eh?”

Logan nodded. “Annoyingly so. He needs a coffee in one hand and a book in the other just to keep him in bed past eight.”

Luke gave a hum of acknowledgement, then chugged the rest of his water. He was quiet long enough that Logan was about to ask something else, but then Luke, staring out at the water, said, “Saint’s the same way.”

It was a good thing that Logan had already noticed, that he’d already suspected as much, because it was easy to keep his expression neutral. He was surprised, though; not because Luke and Saint were a thing, but because Luke had told him about it.

“He’s a morning runner?” he asked, staying put in his casual sprawl as though no big news had just been dropped.

“No, yoga. Out on his balcony, ass crack of dawn, with this ugly tie-dye bandana on his head.”

Logan laughed, loud and bright, and it startled a little laugh out of Luke, too. “Goalies are crazy.”

Luke’s shoulders, which had been creeping up toward his ears, dropped; his whole body seemed to relax by several degrees, and he smiled. “They’re nuts.”

They both let the lull in conversation stretch for a little while after that. Luke eventually laid down under the waning sun like Logan was, both of them watching the sky as the city provided a familiar soundtrack of birds, dogs, people and distant traffic. Logan thought about how Luke helped make New York feel like a home away from home. About how nice, how necessary, it was to carve out new routines and memories in a place that was so tangled up with his memories of Finn, and how Luke seemed to know that, how he’d been helping Logan do that without ever discussing it. Though, he guessed part of it was that Luke simply wanted to hang out with him because he liked him.

Liked him and trusted him. Logan wasn’t sure how he’d earned that, but he knew he’d do his best to keep it.

And because he liked Luke, too, he had to turn his head on the grass to look at him and find out what the two of them were dealing with, even if it was awkward.

“Do the other guys know?”

Luke shook his head.

“Your families?”

Another head shake.

“Have you talked about it? You and him.”

Luke glanced away, then snapped his eyes back to Logan like he was making himself stick this out. Logan understood that more than he could put into words. “Not really. It’s—a thing, but not…no one’s said boyfriend. It’s not like Black and Lupin. Or you three.”

“D’accord.”

Luke didn’t ask him not to tell anyone. He didn’t need to.

“You don’t seem surprised,” Luke said after a moment.

Logan shrugged. “Not because—I didn’t hear anything from anyone. I think maybe I can see it because I lived it for so long.”

Luke looked like he was taking that in for a second. Logan hoped he got it right. He wasn’t Finn, who always knew just what to say to anyone, or Leo, who made people feel comfortable with the kindness that radiated from him like sunlight. But Luke nodded, tossed him a stick of gum, and started talking about their upcoming game on Tuesday, so Logan figured he hadn’t fucked it up too badly.

They talked hockey until they really started to lose the light, then made their way through the park toward the street, walking fast to keep warm as dusk ushered the spring chill back in. They lived close enough to share an uber, and Luke called one as they reached the curb.

Logan pulled out his phone as they waited; Finn had correctly guessed where he was just from a blurry picture of one of the pink-petaled trees from earlier, and Leo sent a selfie of the two of them with goofy grins from ear to ear and a love you, gonna kiss you in 2 days!!!. He forgot all about the weather, warmed from the inside out at the sight of them. He wanted that for Luke and Saint, too. He wanted it for everyone who still had to hide, who still told themselves they weren’t allowed to have it.

The car pulled up in front of them and, just before they got in, Luke put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing briefly.

“Thanks, Tremz,” he said, tone casual but green-brown eyes sincere. “For real.”

“No worries,” Logan said, a phrase he’d picked up from Leo. “Get in, I’m fucking freezing.”

Luke shoved him, then climbed into the car. Logan followed his friend close behind.

[remuslupininskirts]

I need Wolfstar recs! Please. I can never find good fics.

Wait give me a minute to compile.

*Me takes ages to get list then forgets about ask by accident*

Me: shit.

Okay here we go

Storms and stress

Sirius is a student at durmstrang and comes to hogwarts then meets the boys

Forever is a state of mind

Deaf dance choreographer remus with young teddy meets make-up artist sirius.

Red, White & Royal Annoyance

Rwrb au for wolfstar (the garden kiss)

Siriusly? The moon!? Okay i went through a period of really liking social media aus so this is another

Countermoves

Hunger games au.

Literally read anything by athenowl and you should be good so hears some of their other stuffs

Axe and sword

Royal au -athenowl

The secret garden

A secret garden au -athenowl

Okay i will stop with the athenowl love now

Turn on my charm

Oh wait another fuckin YouTuber au i promise i dont have a problem

.You’re my kaleidoscope

Raising teddy au after he was left on remus’s doorstep. James and sirius step up to the plate to help

The kitchens

Will you accept another royal au?

OKAY AND THE BEST FOR LAST. MY FAVOURITE SHIP AND SUB-FANDOM

Sweater weather

Ice hockey au. It has the best fandom ever around it with loads of other fics.

My favourites being written by @/fruitcoops

Who may or may not also be athenowl

Their fics are just crazy good okay.

[fruitcoops]

hey ! any fics on Lily and Remus’ friendship? I love them so muchhh in sw dkdjsjjsjs

Love your fics! <3

Lots! You're always welcome to request something new, but I'll link my already-published ones below the cut:

Manicure (as the name implies)

Starboy (nerdfest galore, ft Regulus)

Call and Response (Harry's 1st words)

Persephone (Lily finding her wedding dress w/ Remus and Natalie)

Gossip (day-drinking and trashy TV)

Get His Ass (Creep hits on Lily + protective Remus)

Fear Pong (Coops and Jily social media fic)

Where's Your Buddy? (James vs. Remus for Lily's birthday-themed "who knows me better?" challenge)

Moonlilies (Remus and Lily talk after the Greyback footage is leaked; part of a larger series, can be read standalone)

Also, I know a bunch of links are still missing from the fluff masterlist! The entire list got unlinked in June, and I've been steadily redoing each one by digging through my archive since then. It's slow-going, but it's happening, and all masterlist fics can also be found on ao3 under fruitcoops <3

[tea-moon-ster]

We get to be worrywarts

Kasey only trusts Remus when it comes to injuries. Even if it’s the opponent’s injury and it’s two a.m.

CW: minor injury

All characters belong to @lumosinlove. Huge thank you to @fruitcoops for betaing this! read it on ao3 here.

Kasey and Alex were in the bedroom, getting ready for bed after a long, heated game. It was late, two in the morning, and they’d gotten home from the victory party at Dumo’s house about twenty minutes ago. It was Rangers versus Lions and, aside from the competition, it meant that both men had been looking forward to sleeping in the same bed again for weeks, even if it would only last a couple of days.

The Rangers had been fiery, but the Lions had the advantage of playing home. That, together with a hat trick from Sirius and another two points by Finn and Jackson, had determined the victory of the golden-red jerseys.

Nevertheless, Alex had enjoyed both the match and the party. It had been a good game, and they weren’t that deep into the season for it to be a grave loss. It was a pity that Natalie was out of town for a concert, but he’d enjoy the short break he had with Kasey as much as possible. It hadn’t been long since the long summer together at the O’Hara’s Hamptons house, but distance was distance. It felt good to be back in the same room, the domesticity of getting ready for bed together drawing involuntary smiles from both men.

A small hiss escaped Alex’s mouth as he moved his arm to get rid of the hoodie he’d been wearing.

His wrist had been hurting since the match, and he hadn’t given it much thought. But hours had passed, and every time he moved it, a small wave of pain traveled all the way to his elbow. He’d ignored the pointed stares from Kasey during the party -God knew Kasey could turn into a worrywart sometimes. Barely acknowledging his own pain but always noticing the smallest change in people close to him.

But the wrist pain, not strong enough to be unbearable and yet still annoying, was still there.

Kasey turned to look at him from the other side of the bed, where he’d been putting on his pajama pants. His brows immediately furrowed in open concern. “Is it still bothering you?”

Alex shrugged, not wanting to worry him. “Kinda, yeah. But it’s nothing, tomorrow it’ll be good as new.”

Kasey studied him one moment before nodding as he reached his phone on the nightstand. “Alright, I’m calling Loops.”

Alex’s eyes widened as he stood on the bed with his knees. “Kasey-what, Loops? Why? No, come on. What do you expect him to do?”

Kasey didn’t lose a beat. “He always knows what to do. He can help.”

“He’s not my PT- he’s not even yours, in fact.”

“Tomato, tomato, he still has a med degree.”

“Please, I went through worse, and you know it. Our job is to get slammed across the ice every day, in case you forgot-”

“My point exactly.” Kasey didn’t even look up from where he was scrolling down his contacts.

Alex groaned, “Kasey, don’t. There’s no need. It’s late, he’s probably sleeping, let the poor man rest-”

Kasey held up one finger as he placed his phone between his cheek and shoulder, call already sent. Alex threw him a pleading look, because there was absolutely no need to call his teammate, not even PT anymore, at an ungodly hour, for an annoying wrist. But Kasey stared back, an unimpressed gaze that left room for no argument. A few beats of silence passed, then Remus’ confused voice joined them.

“Er. Hello?”

“Loops” Kasey greeted, “Am I bothering you?”

“Uh…I don’t think so? I wasn’t sleeping?”

“Good. Alex’s wrist is hurting”, Kasey said matter-of-factly.

A few beats of silence passed. “Kasey, it’s two in the morning”, Remus said.

“Yep.”

“I’m not his PT- I’m not even yours.”

“He mentioned.”

Another few seconds of silence passed before a small sigh came from the other line. “Fine. Put me on speaker.” Kasey grinned and proceeded. “Hey, Alex.” Remus didn’t sound annoyed, just a bit exasperated.

“Hey, Loops. Sorry about him.”

“No biggie. So, what seems to be the problem?”

“Er, it’s not a big deal, really,” Alex said, but Kasey raised an eyebrow at him in a go on manner. “My wrist just hurts a bit when I move it.”

“Okay. Did you take a bad hit during the game?”

“Huh, guess so? Nothing memorable.”

“Is the wrist swollen or purple?”

Kasey sat in front of Alex with a small bounce and inspected said wrist close to the other one, taking both gently in his hands. “Hmm. Looks a bit swollen to me.”

“Okay. Alex, try to make a slow, full rotation in both ways and stop when it bothers you.”

Alex only completed half a turn before a small hiss escaped his mouth.

“Alright. Now back and forth.”

Alex could feel Kasey’s attentive gaze on him as he tried to move his wrist. He did his best not to let another sound out, but at the smallest movement his brows furrowed. And Kasey’s with his.

“It’s bothering him, Loops,” the goalie immediately said. Alex glared at him, mouthing Dude. But Kasey shrugged, a determined and not sorry at all expression on his face.

“Alright,” Remus said, “Doesn’t sound like anything serious, you probably placed it badly during a hit. No ice or meds necessary. Do you have bandages at home?”

Kasey snorted. “Do we.”

“Great. Grab those and some tape. We just need to stabilize the wrist, so it won’t move too much overnight.”

Kasey jumped off the bed and made a quick jog to the bathroom. An awkward silence fell. Alex cleared his throat.

“Er, Remus, sorry for the call. I know it’s nothing, but Kasey wouldn’t hear it.”

The small laugh made him feel better. “Hey, don’t mention it. I’m glad Bliz trusts me. And it happens more often than you think, with the whole team. So really, don’t worry.”

“Thanks.”

Kasey returned with bandages, tape and scissors a moment later. “Got everything”, he said, placing everything on the bed.

“Good. Now make a few turns of bandages around the wrist. It must be firm but not too tight. It won’t heal faster if you wrap it tighter.” Kasey gently took his hand between his and began circling the wrist with white bandages. He looked at Alex, and then at the phone, waiting for instructions or feedback. Remus must have deduced so, because he added “Alex, if the tips of your fingers feel cold, it’s too tight.”

“Yeah, kinda.”

Kasey nodded and undid the bandages, wrapping them again with careful eyes and delicate hands, patiently. By the concentration of his expression, he could have been a surgeon in front of an operation table. “Done.”

“Alex, feels alright?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Now secure it with some tape and keep it overnight. Tomorrow it should be better.” After a moment of hesitation, Remus added “But, Alex, if tomorrow the pain is still there, you call your PT.”

Kasey nodded. “Great. Thanks Loops. I owe you.”

They heard an amused huff. “Go to sleep, Romeo. Bye, Alex.”

“See you, Loops. Goodnight, and good game again.”

Remus smiled to himself as he placed the phone back on the nightstand. Even two years into his on-ice career, the team would always seek his help for small injuries on and off the ice. They trusted Layla and Lars, of course, but years of confidentiality and support couldn’t just vanish in the air like that. He’d shared tears and laughs with the team before he even put on a pair of skates again. So, from time to time, he got some calls that started with Loops, please help? Thomas with a cold, Chris for his daughter Aveline’s ouchie at the park, or the Cubs when Leo got a deep cut while cooking. And now Kasey. For how stoic he might appear, Remus knew he had a soft spot for his two.

A mass of blankets moved at his side, and a strong arm appeared to circle his waist. “Loup, c’est quoi?”, Sirius mumbled, crackling one eye open.

Remus smiled, passing his fingers through dark curls. “Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep.”

On the other side of the city, Kasey turned the light off after two last kisses on Alex’s check and lips. They’d sent a goodnight text to Natalie, who had immediately replied with a LOADS of goodnight kisses for my boys xx and two hearts.

They shuffled under the blankets, Alex spooning Kasey because winners get to be the little spoon, O’Hara. But Alex didn’t mind it one bit. He brought his arm around Kasey’s waist, and the blonde’s hand found his half-banded one, intertwining their fingers gently and letting a content sigh out.

A few moments of silence passed before Alex snuggled closer. “You worry too much”, he murmured softly.

Kasey lifted a shoulder, not particularly concerned with the accusation. “Well. I get to worry about you. I’m your boyfriend.”

In its simplicity, the words made Alex’s heart swell up. He thought back at how many times had they had to suppress the worry because it would have looked suspicious. Before as teammates, then on different teams. And even now, they rarely got to be there for each other after a game, to massage sore muscles and kiss aching spots better. But that night, in their bed, it was just them. No teams, no game. Two boys in love who got to be close and worry about each other.

Alex grinned against Kasey’s shoulder, hugging him tighter. “Yeah, you are. Love you.”

In the darkness of the bedroom, he could feel Kasey’s smile. The goalie brought Alex’s hand up for a quick kiss, before placing it on his abdomen again.

They could worry, and they could heal. Together.

[whataboutmyfries]

✩THE BEDTIME STORY PROJECT✩

Noot Special!

Hello hello hello! Welcome to a very special edition of the Bedtime story project!!! this could be read a love letter to all my beloved noot friends (it absolutely is btw) but also as a collection of some truly incredible fics by some equally incredible people. For those of you seeing this for the first time, this is not-quite regular post wherein i rec shorter, usually fluffy, fics in the hopes that you too find something to make your bedtime that little bit sweeter!

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Oknutzy

✩Suburbia by @fruitcoops (T: rated by me)

Starting off so so so strong with Eve's wonderful writing. This fic feels like a big hug and I love it to bits oh gosh <333 Anyone that knows sweater weather knows Eve is an absolute GOD in this fandom and the fact that I get to interact with her on the daily and call her my friend still feels a wee bit like a fever dream. she's out here writing utter magic like countermoves and Land of light both of which have me climbing the walls and chewing at the floorboards cause holy SHIT (whoops, back to the fic) I'm not going to lie, it was so hard to pic just a few fics to rec, but I went with the one I'd read this week for the wee oneshot because oh GOSH it is so somft and lovely and adorable, i love it.

✩Frosted windowpanes by @heyitssmiller (G | 13.8K)

Piercing, bitter cold greeted Logan as he stepped outside for the first time that day. The kind of cold that made the entire body tense up and the breath hitch. It was a quiet early morning, with a stillness that only freshly-fallen snow could bring. Logan took a second to pull his toque further down over his head as he grabbed the chainsaw by the door before heading out to the truck, passing the sign with red, clean lettering that read Tremblay’s Christmas Trees.

Now anyone that's been on this blog for a while knows just how much I ADORE mills and her writing (hello my lovely E-fiancee!!) And this FIC oh GOSH!!!! Frosted wondowpanes recently had its two year anniversary (!!!) which is when it was published on Ao3. I won't lie, this au still lives in my head RENT FREE along with clandestine and also Rendezvous with destiny (both of which I am definitely NOT reccing in this list no sir, not AT ALL nuh uh please dont have the links to them (they're on the names) and also whatever you do DONT go and yell in milo's comments about how MAGNIFICENT her writing is, no sir, definitely not suggesting that) Because of just how adorable it is, so much blushy flirting and idiots in love, 100/10

✩Leo's plant corner by @we-are-swearwolves (G)

Finn/Leo/Logan: plants and domesticity and social media mishaps 

Oh lord, oh jesus. Anyone that's ever interacted with me for any amount of time on the SW discord know I am absolutely FERAL for Em's writing. This is one of her shorter fics but you should absolutely definitely decidedly NOT go read her other works which I am NOT rec-ing because they definitely did NOT make me cry sob eat my heart out and feel shrimp emotions like Québécois and also "Smile, Soleil." nuh uh, not at ALL ;)

✩I've got my love to keep me warm by @arrowofcarnations (M | 1.7K)

Okay so, most people know Kim as the incredible author behind the fandom classic Inked but oh my GOSH the way kim writes makes me so EMOSH it is unreal, her characters are so fleshed out and tangible and so so gorgeous and also i get to watch her to her magic word thing on the discord??? like hello??? little old me witness to this absolute SORCERY??? genuinely insane, i adore it so much. Alsooooo cute little fun fact: Kim and Em worked together to write the masterpiece that absolutely BROKE me Like Real People Do just flipping INCREDIBLE. absolutely showstopping. I love Kim and her writing so so much.

✩Regency AU by @peggyrose19 (E: rated by me)

oh my god oh my god oh my GOD. Audrey's writing is so fucking *chef's kiss* and watching this magic story come to life in the SW discord was an absolute DELIGHT. utterly filthy, completely delightful and wonderful in every single way. Of course, Auds is also our local St.Tweedle whisperer with fics like this one and also hold me closer. oh my GOD audrey's brain is so so big, i honestly have no idea how she comes up with all these incredible aus and fic ideas, such a cool human i love her &lt;3

Coops/ wolfstar

✩Christmas is home by ithilielthechosenone (T | 1.5K)

Remus gives him a mock shove with a shake of his head. “You are hopeless.” No, Sirius thinks. I was. I thought I had to be. I wrestled it down until I myself could no longer see it. You took my hand and gave it back to me. You all did. My hope lives within each and every smile of yours.

- Sirius and Remus enjoy the snow

Oh good gosh, oh jesus, oh boy, it's Ami's writing, my KRYPTONITE. The way Ami writes is like music. there's no other way I can think of to describe it. It flows so beautifully and the way her writing reads like lyrical prose and poetic storytelling has me weak in the knees EVERY single time. This fic was part of the SW discord winter fic exchange and it had me looking at my phone like 🥺🥰the whole time. Ami's writing is just INCREDIBLE and she blows me away with the way she words everytime she blesses us with her writing :)

✩First Burn by @fruitcoops

Okay folks, we've already established how much I ADORE Eve's writing but also oh my GOD I just had to bring up this au, which left me completely shooketh right from the moment the idea came up in the discord to the finished product of Eve's wonderful fic. I LOVE it so so much and I still reread it on a semi regular basis (but shhhh) bottom line, everyone needs to read this.

✩Washcloths and Wishes (A Sweater Weather Fanfic) by @veryspacecowboy (E | 1K)

oh goodness M's writing (and M themself) Is so flipping wonderful and this was one of her first fic's I've ever read (I think it might've actually been their first published fic I read) the way she writes is so flipping incredible and the way they weave all the character's stories together is so magical to witness, and to watch them do this wizardry on the discord (parkouring through allll the threads, so many of which are her brainchild because M is big brain and they are so so cool) has me making heart eyes at my phone/laptop. This fic is somft and also hot (which they are a MASTER at, the duality of M(tm)) and every SW fan HAS to read it, I promise you'll love it.

✩Sirius gets Re to communicate by the wonderful @tetedump/@arewelonely

LAUREL WRITING LAUREL WRITING OH MY LORDY. Laurel is such an incredible human oh my gosh my HEART!!! we haven't spoken very much but she's such a bright, kind, and comforting presence on the discord and I always have a little !!! moment when I see her in my notifications :')) This fic oh my GOSH this fic is EXACTLY what it says on the bottle, Sirius gets Re to communicate because he's a sexi sexi gentleman (Laurel's world not mine) She's such a lovely, caring human and honestly, you can really see that come through in her writing and it makes me so so 🥺🥹 I adore every single inch of it &lt;3

✩Neon moon podfic, written by @fruitcoops and read by @itsaash

So we all know that Ash is our resident podcast GOD, who's read and orchestrated the wonderful Sweater weather podfic along with a bunch of other noots (which everyone collectively lost their minds over) and also the podfic of the system which was originally written by @heyitssmiller (ahahahah triple noot whammy hehehe) but oh my GOSH Ash is so so cool, and such a delightful person to talk to and interact with, I adore her to bits, she's always so nice and kind whenever you interact with her and she's so wonderful about raising peeps up with her podfics, it makes me very very 🥺🥰

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Thank you so so much to the lovely noots for putting all their wonderful works out there into the world and letting me rec their works in this silly little list :) I love you all so so so much, and AHHHH thank you so much!  Thank you, lovely reader for going through my first ever reclist! feel free to come yell about these lovely works with/at me, and you can send in your recs on the comments of this post, or my inbox!

Happy reading!

[fonkeloog]

Snippet sunday

The lovely @narcissa-black-supermacy has once again tagged me to share a little snippet. So, here's another piece of Heart on Fire

Suddenly an icy wind fills the room, Sirius is looking at him with a cold look in his eyes and Remus knows he should be intimidated and look away. Instead, he meets him dead on. Icy silver collides with blazing amber, the wind is howling now, but neither of them breaks the stare.

“What. The. Fuck,” is the hissed reply that seems to break the tension a little. But then Sirius drops the book, eyes blazing as he rounds onto Remus. “What the fuck, Lupin.”

That’s when Remus knows he might have made a mistake. He doesn’t know what exactly he did wrong, but Sirius sure as hell doesn’t seem to appreciate what he did.

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[Podfic] Praise You Like I Should by fruitcoops read by (ashata)

by read by (ashata)

Sirius has been away and Remus is glad he's home. He's just not going to *say* that, though. The origin of Remus' praise kink, as written by fruitcoops.

Characters and inspiration from Sweater Weather by @lumosinlove

Words: 36, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of Sweater Weather-verse short podfics

Fandoms: Sweater Weather--Lumosinlove

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin

Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: Smut, Praise Kink, Podfic, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes, a bit of brattiness, they're just so loving and supportive no matter what it makes me feral, Kink Discovery

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[podfics] of Spark, and Praise you Like I Should, written by fruitcoops

If you've read @fruitcoops' stuff, just reading those titles might be enough to know what lies ahead!

Continuing with the theme of post valentine's day - maybe you wanted something comforting like the last one, maybe you want something nice and spicy. So here's that option 😏

First Burn & Spark - 35min firefighter/EMT au

Praise You Like I Should - 22min, origin of Remus' praise kink. Sweater Weather-verse

these are rated explicit. please only click through if you're an adult!

[arrowofcarnations]

Happy O’Knutzy Week, everybody!!! WOOT WOOT

All credit to @lumosinlove for the wonderful characters we’re celebrating this week, and huge thanks to @oknutzyweek2023 (@awanderingdeal) for organizing the fest!

And a special lil’ thank-you to @fruitcoops for thinking up the greatest possible name for Finn’s owl, which I shamelessly stole for this. xoxo

Day 1: Proposal (A1)

Finn saw a lot of things on his evening rounds as Head Boy: shortcuts and secret passages (handy), countless portraits (befriended), teachers in dressing gowns (unsettling), and no shortage of classmates fooling around in the dark (mostly overlooked, unless you happened to be an asshole). It hadn’t even been two months since the start of his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, but three nights a week of the same hour-long trek plus all the time he spent doing this as a prefect meant that this was already old hat. Even a rogue suit of armor or quarreling pair of ghosts couldn’t cure Finn of his boredom some nights, the library’s restricted section serving as his only salvation.

Tonight, though, Finn was grateful for boring. It meant he could try and wrap his mind around everything that had happened this week.

The announcement of the Triwizard Tournament. Dozens of witches and wizards from two foreign schools walking through the doors of the Great Hall with their chaperones. First the Ilvermorny group in their blue-and-red robes fastened with gleaming gold knots, then the group from Beauxbatons swathed in pale-blue silk. The songs, the speeches, the furtive giggles of his classmates as cute newcomers caught their eye.

And then the goblet. The rules and warnings. Dropping a scrap of parchment into its blue flames while his friends cheered him on, and doing the same for them. Giving Thomas a playful shove and saying “It’s gonna be you, Talkie, bet my fucking broom on it.”

He hoped Talkie wouldn’t take him up on that.

Hearing McGonagall announce Finn O’Hara as Hogwarts’ champion was surreal. He’d barely registered the applause, the joyful shouts from his friends, the back pats and hair ruffles from his fellow Gryffindors. He was happy, sure, but mostly he was…surprised? Confused? He didn’t know. It’d just happened so fast, and it was still happening fast—the first task would take place in one week. In one week, he’d be standing in the middle of the pitch, but not to play quidditch. He’d be doing—well, Merlin knows what, but he’d definitely be playing to win, putting his skills to the test against the other two champions.

Leo Knut and Logan Tremblay. His competition. June had heard from Percy who’d heard from some Beauxbatons bloke called Saint that there were some ruffled feathers over in the Ilvermorny camp about Knut being picked, as he was still sixteen. He’d looked just as shocked as Finn had felt when his name was called, mouth falling open and blue eyes going wide. Finn didn’t know anything about Tremblay yet; he’d also looked surprised for a second before ducking his head to adjust his hat. When he’d looked back up, a small smile had softened his expression, and Saint and a tall brunette boy on his other side were jostling him and talking in a fast flurry of French.

Tremblay looked strong. Finn supposed that was one thing he knew about him. Knut did, too—but Finn was an athlete, he could keep up with them. Besides, it wasn’t all about brute strength. If chapter seventeen of Hogwarts: A History was anything to go by, the tournament would test their mettle in loads of ways.

Finn rounded a corner and found himself in the easternmost wing of the castle, close to where temporary dorms had been conjured for the visiting students to stay in through the spring. He was about to find a comfy ledge and dive back into that chapter when he saw a flash of something in the moonlight.

“Really?” Finn muttered, tailing whoever or whatever it was with long, quiet strides. He wasn’t in the mood to tell off a fourth year on a dare or a sixth year meeting up with their girlfriend.

What he didn’t expect when he ducked around another corner and illuminated the hallway with a nonverbal lumos maxima was to come face to face with—

“Tremblay,” he blurted out.

Dressed down as he was in loose pajamas, he looked much more approachable than he had at the welcome ceremony. His eyes were wide as he whipped around to look back at Finn, looking startled and caught-out; but then his green eyes narrowed as he recognized him, sizing him up with crossed arms and a defiant tilt to his chin.

“O’Hara,” he replied. It wasn’t exactly friendly, but Finn liked the way his name sounded in his mouth anyway, how his accent curled around the H and made it sound brand new.

And Merlin, those eyes were green. He’d have to learn to ignore that.

“Merde, point that somewhere else. Unless you’re trying to blind your competition.”

“What? Oh, fuck. Sorry.” Finn lowered his arm so the light scattered across the floor. Then he realized he was apologizing to someone breaking the rules, so he added, “Don’t need to blind you. Could just let McGonagall know you snuck out and let her chuck you out of the tournament by your ears.”

Tremblay scowled handsomely, which Finn hadn’t been sure was possible before this moment, and took a step toward him. “You’re out, too.”

Finn walked forward, too, matching him step for step. “I’m on rounds, Frenchie.”

Neither stopped walking until they were in each other’s space, sizing each other up. Finn didn’t know when Tremblay had gotten hold of his wand, but they were both drawn, now, Finn’s still illuminating the hallway.

Somehow, Tremblay still managed to be intimidating while wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and having to look up at Finn. “You don’t—”

“Oh, fuck.”

Both of them jumped, Tremblay wheeling around and Finn gaping over his shoulder at the sudden intrusion. Standing at the end of the hall, also in pajamas, was the third Triwizard champion.

The absurdity of the situation startled a laugh out of Finn. Tremblay looked over at him, then back at the new arrival.

“Knut,” Finn said, gesturing with his free hand as if to welcome him to the corridor. “Join us. We’re either about to have a duel or sneak down to the kitchens for a cuppa. Haven’t decided yet.”

Knut did in fact join them, but didn’t draw his wand, walking with an easy sort of confidence that gave him the air of someone older than he was. “I vote tea,” he said with a sigh. Up close, Finn noticed his eyes were just as striking as Tremblay’s, but instead of a sea of green, he was drowning in an ocean of blueblueblue. “It’s too late—early?—to knock y’all on your asses.”

Tremblay snorted. “Je vais vous assommer tous les deux avant que vous ne puissiez cligner des yeux.”

Knut just smirked. “Essayez-moi, shortcake.”

Tremblay aimed his wand and Finn put his hands on each of their chests, holding them apart. “Oh-kay, let’s cool the hell off, shall we? Did you two forget you’re breaking curfew?”

Tremblay backed off as Knut cocked an eyebrow at Finn. Finn put out the extra light from his wand and tapped the Head Boy badge on his lapel with the end of it.

“Damn,” Leo said quietly, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. He sighed again; Finn suddenly noticed the dark circles under his eyes. 

“What are you doing creeping around the castle, anyway?” Finn asked, though not unkindly.

Knut gave him a tired smile. “Couldn’t sleep.” He looked at Tremblay, who was still eyeing them like they might bite. “You?”

Tremblay hesitated for a second, then nodded, casting his eyes downward. “Same. It’s—not home.”

Finn let that hang in the air for a second as he thought about what to do next. Walk them down to McGonagall’s office was the “right” answer, but part of the whole Head Boy thing was using one’s best judgment, right? Which meant making exceptions. Still, they weren’t his classmates. Worse, they'd be spending most of the year scheming up ways to beat him at every task.

But now that Finn was really looking, Tremblay had shadows under his eyes, too. Guess that made three of them.

“Right, look,” Finn said, pocketing his wand to signal that he wasn’t itching for a fight. He extended a hand to Knut. “Finn O’Hara, from Galway, ‘ve got an annoying older brother and an owl called Archimedes.”

The smile Finn got this time was a little brighter as Knut shook his hand. “Leo Knut, spelled like the coin but sounds like the lizard. I’m from Louisiana—New Orleans. I have a lot of pets back home, but I could only bring one, so my frog Kermit is here.”

They both turned to look at Tremblay; Knut’s—Leo’s—grin turned wry and Finn waggled his eyebrows until he rolled his eyes, smiled, and shook each of their hands. “Logan Tremblay, from Nice. I have three older sisters, and my cat Simone probably took my spot in the bed while I’ve been out.”

They all looked at each other for a moment, the last of the tension bleeding out of the air around them. Finn had made exceptions before, and his heart told him to make one tonight.

“I know we’re meant to be enemies or something, but it would be pretty shit if you got banned from the tournament before I could meet Kermit and Simone,” he said. “So, boys: a proposal. No reporting each other to teachers, no sabotage, no fights. Yeah?”

“A truce,” Leo said, sounding a little surprised. “Kind of you. I’m not going easy on either of you in the tournament, though. I’m here to win.”

“Leo Knut-like-the-lizard-not-the-coin, I’d be insulted if you did.”

Finn was starting to like Leo’s laugh.

Logan only hesitated for another second before nodding. “We’re all here to win,” he agreed. “But...ouais. Fine. Truce.”

Finn clapped him on the back just to made him scowl again. “Love the enthusiasm, Tremblay. Now—kitchens?”

Leo nodded eagerly. “Kitchens.”

“Tea?”

Logan eyed him. “Do they have mint?”

“Oo-way, Frenchie, whatever you want.”

“Shut the fuck up. Allez, let’s go.”

[heyitssmiller]

Oh god ok

He was drowning again, too tired after treading water for so long.

12 words! Let’s see here…

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[fruitcoops]

Spark

On the eighth day of Nutmas, fruitcoops gave to you: smut from the firefighter AU!

TW smut (duh)

Name your time.

Tonight?

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

Deal.

Remus fisted his hands tighter in Sirius’ jacket, an involuntary moan slipping out when the hand tucked neatly in his back pocket flattened him along Sirius’ front. The apartment did smell a little like smoke—Sirius had sheepishly warned him of that in the car—but it was gentler than the acrid thing he had worried about. More like a candle, warm and inviting. It was the same invitation as Sirius’ soft mouth on his own and the rough palm cradling his face, big enough that Sirius could stroke gently over Remus’ temple and make his knees wobble.

“Bedroom?” Sirius murmured into his mouth.

Remus bit at his lower lip. “Actually, I could go for a glass of water.”

Heavy silence fell between them. “Oh,” Sirius finally said with audible surprise. “Okay, uh, yeah, let me turn the light on—”

“I’m kidding,” Remus interrupted with a light laugh, pulling him back in by the neckline of his shirt. Sirius ducked into the kiss as if on instinct; the thought made him smile as he nudged their noses together. “Lead the way.”

But Sirius didn’t let him go right away, keeping them up against the wall like there was nothing he’d rather be doing. They had hardly made it into the apartment, still frazzled from the charged 20-minute drive followed by a hurried clash of lips in the elevator. Remus could feel the hot, hard line of him on his thigh, just as he had imagined on a few of his lonelier nights.

Sirius was less suave than his daydream-self, not that Remus was complaining—for the shelter dogs, he had stammered out when a large box shifted in the back seat, pink-cheeked and endearing. I bring them toys. Balls ‘n shit. It had taken every bit of Remus’ self-control not to lean across the console and kiss him stupid right there.

Sirius’ hands wandered down to his waist and he began walking Remus backwards through the apartment in long strides. “Ignore the mess,” he said into the underside of Remus’ jaw, sounding just as sweetly embarrassed as before. “My little brother stayed here for a bit.”

“We’re not—ah—kicking him out, right?” Remus bit the inside of his lip as Sirius’ teeth grazed his pulse point.

“No,” Sirius laughed. “He’s with a friend. Nobody but us.”

“Good answer.” Remus tangled his fingers in the back of Sirius’ hair and pulled just enough to make him moan like he had in the car, when they had lunged for each other the moment the ignition died. It had hardly taken any effort to get Sirius to melt under him, then. His mouth watered at the thought of getting to do it again.

“C’mere,” Sirius said around a smile. The hands on Remus’ hips moved down to grab his thighs and hoist him up; he locked his legs around Sirius’ waist instinctively as heat flashed through him.

“Worst way to carry someone out of a burning building,” he managed breathlessly.

“Best way to carry someone to bed,” Sirius countered with a not-so-subtle squeeze of his ass.

Remus arched a brow. “Thought hooking up with a fireman got me the full experience.”

“If you want me to get all sweaty, you’re gonna have to try a little harder.”

“Oh, I will.”

Sirius’ eyes darkened. “Promise?”

Fucking hell. Remus squeezed his thighs tighter and felt Sirius’ groan buzz against his mouth; his lips were getting chapped already when Remus sucked at the lower one. The back of his shoulder collided with the wall and his noise of surprise was muffled by Sirius’ kiss, though a mumbled oh, fuck, sorry and the ghost of a gentle hand over the bump made his stomach tumble.

Sirius took him by the thighs again and Remus let himself be tossed on the bed, only to hook his heels behind Sirius’ knees and drag him down to be kissed some more. He slotted a leg against the half-hard bulge in Sirius’ jeans and savored the noise that spilled from kiss-swollen lips. “You want it like that?” he purred, rocking lightly. Sirius made a choked sort of sound. “Use your words.”

He grinned at the withering look Sirius shot him and laughed as he was wrestled further into the sheets, making sure to buck up whenever possible. Couldn’t make it too easy for him—they hadn’t even gotten to the fun part yet. Remus reached back to yank his shirt over his head and basked in Sirius’ helpless oh, followed by warm hands mapping his torso. Pleasure made his blood sing and he stretched with a low hum, gripping the pillow under him as Sirius rubbed at the dips of Remus’ hips.

“You’re…where has this been?” Sirius managed, sounding baffled beyond belief.

Remus chucked his shirt into the darkness and guided Sirius into a slow, filthy kiss that made his cock throb in his jeans. “Just admit you weren’t looking,” he whispered into the corner of Sirius’ mouth. He felt his knees spread further on the mattress and pleasant heat curled in his belly.

“I was looking,” Sirius answered hoarsely. A shaky breath escaped him when he moved his hand to lay flat over Remus’ stomach. “Not hard enough, apparently.”

“Were you?” Remus asked, delighted. He gave one inky curl a playful tug and Sirius blushed. “Cutie.”

“I am not a cutie.”

“Cutie pie,” he cooed, running his thumb over Sirius’ lips. They parted almost instantly. Thought so. He let Sirius have a taste before sliding it out again and coaxing him down to kiss his neck. He was awfully good at it, after all. “Want me to blow you, or skip straight to the main event?”

“Anything that will get your pants off,” Sirius said, words muffled in Remus’ collarbone.

“That’s where you’ve been looking, huh?”

“Your ass in those cargo pants,” Sirius groaned. His hands slid under Remus and lifted him an inch; the firm grasp on each cheek made him squirm. “Perfect handful. You kill me every time.”

“Someone likes a man in uniform,” he teased.

“Look who’s talking.”

Remus hooked his index finger in Sirius’ belt and pulled. “Off.”

“You know, I usually give the orders,” Sirius said even as he sat up and began unbuckling.

“Sure you do.”

“I do. This is—I’m the captain of my squad. I don’t like listening to people.”

Remus nodded agreeably. “Definitely. Shirt next.”

“This is an exception,” Sirius informed him through the fabric of his shirt, abs shivering as Remus walked his fingers up to his sternum. His cheeks were pink when he finally managed to free himself. He took a breath, then a second, and pointed at Remus. “That’s the last order you’re giving me tonight.”

“Take your pants off, captain.”

Sirius’ hands were already at his zipper when he paused and leveled an unamused look on Remus. “Dirty trick.”

“All I did was ask.” He slipped his fingers into Sirius’ belt loops and yanked him down until they were chest-to-chest again, nudging his crooked nose. He prayed Sirius couldn’t feel his pounding heart. “You seem awfully happy to listen to me. You follow instructions that well for all the boys?”

It took a moment, but Sirius slowly shook his head.

“No?”

“No.” It was hardly more than a whisper.

Remus leaned in to ghost his mouth over Sirius’ stubbled cheek. “Just me, then. Pants off.”

Sirius rummaged between them for a moment before had was able to kick his well-worn jeans away, pressing close enough to Remus’ hips that he could feel the dampness gathering at the tip of his cock through his boxers. “Want me to—”

“Shh.” Remus cupped the side of his face in one hand and watched Sirius’ lashes flutter, nearly brushing his cheekbones. He was so pretty it hurt to look at him, sometimes; between the delicate angles of his face and the absolute tank of his shoulders and thighs, Remus didn’t even know what to do with himself.

But this…this was an interesting development. He had based all his daydreams on what he knew of Sirius: bold, biting, a bonfire ready to smolder on to whoever got close enough. Remus knew he could be vulnerable—had held his hands through more than one bad call—but somehow he just hadn’t expected that to be Sirius in bed.

He found that he liked him even more this way.

He bent and kissed the top of Sirius’ head, just next to his hairline, and felt him shift. “You want to get off on my thigh?” he asked, only half-joking. Sirius made a noise of protest. “Then take my pants off.”

It was like he had told Sirius to unwrap his favorite candy on Christmas. He was up in a heartbeat, clever hands divesting Remus of his jeans faster than he could bark a laugh. “Fucking finally,” Sirius grumbled as he smoothed his hands up Remus’ flanks in a hard push. “Took you long enough to ask.”

Remus didn’t have time to quip back before there was a mouth on the outline of his cock, sucking lightly at the root of him while the breath punched from his lungs. Sirius stroked over his inner thighs for a moment before pressing them apart, giving himself more space to work as he laved his tongue over the slit of Remus’ underwear until the fabric was drenched. Only then did Sirius look back up with mischief in his eyes, teeth teasing at the elastic waistband. “You do want my mouth, don’t you?”

Fuck you, Black, you know I can never back down from a challenge. “You think you’re that good?”

“Oh, Moonpie,” he said, almost sympathetic if it weren’t for the gleam of a grin. “I know I am.”

Remus thudded his head back into the pillows as Sirius licked a broad stripe from his balls to his tip before pulling his briefs away and taking the first three inches of him like it was nothing at all. A throaty moan ripped from somewhere beyond Remus’ consciousness at the sudden, slick warmth—he twisted his hands in the pillowcase and tried not to thrust into Sirius’ mouth. Not yet. Best to let him get adjusted.

Sirius showed no sign of needing adjustment, though, sucking him down with an enthusiasm Remus usually reserved for a popsicle in the dead of summer. He hummed when Remus planted his feet flat on the bed for leverage and lifted him up with the hands on his ass again; the new angle let him go deeper and his mouth fell open when he felt Sirius’ throat against his tip. “Oh my god—”

Sirius dragged him up again when Remus tried to back away, breathing hard through his nose. His pupils were dilated, eyes flashing. It was too much to handle with the riot of sensation vibrating up his legs, so he tilted his head back again and let Sirius take what he wanted.

He was sloppy and yet incredibly precise, a combination that should not have worked and somehow did anyway. His tongue moved with no discernible pattern, but by god did it move. Pretty lights popped behind Remus’ eyes when Sirius’ tongue found the underside of his cock and his hand flew out to wind in his hair again. “Yes,” he begged. “Yes, fuck, Sirius, keep going.”

Sirius made a pleased noise and doubled down. The sound of his mouth sliding up and down Remus’ shaft was unholy and obscene and entirely too perfect. The pressure and suction were just how he liked it—Sirius’ tongue was a menace like this just like when they traded quips—he’d be there if Sirius would just—

Remus sucked in a gasp when Sirius pulled off to suckle at the tip, and on the first press of his tongue to Remus’ slit, he was done for. He spilled into Sirius’ mouth with a bitten-back shout, thighs trembling on either side of his shoulders. “ ‘S good,” he panted when his jaw finally unclenched. “ ‘S really good, Sirius—fuck.”

The fuzziness of his vision crept in around the edges as Sirius kept working him with a softer mouth and a loose hand around his base, as if he was trying to get every last drop out of him. The thought made Remus squeeze his eyes shut. Getting hard again this soon was bound to hurt.

Sirius licked his lips when he pulled away. “Nice boys let a guy know when they’re about to come.”

“…sorry.”

“You’re a paramedic, aren’t you supposed to be worried about my breathing?”

“Off the clock.” Out of my mind.

“Are you just going to lay there all night and make me do all the work?”

“Fuck you,” Remus groaned, batting at the nearest bit of him.

“Other way around.”

“Hmm. No.”

“No?” Sirius laughed. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but—”

Remus wound his leg around the back of Sirius’ thigh and flipped them before Sirius could finish his yelp; the bed creaked in protest, headboard shuddering at the sudden weight change. He sat back in Sirius’ lap and looked down at him with an indulgent smile. “Don’t pretend, Sirius. You’re smarter than that.”

Sirius opened and closed his mouth twice before his brows furrowed in indignation. “I’m not pretending,” he blustered, though Remus could feel him starting to squirm. “I told you, I don’t like it when people tell me what to do.”

“You like it when I tell you what to do.” He rocked backwards until Sirius’ cock settled nicely against his crease and watched his throat bob. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

“Yeah,” Sirius said shakily.

Remus nuzzled into his cheek. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want to be good.”

A whine broke halfway out and Sirius’ neck turned blotchy with embarrassment. “Maybe.”

“Yes or no. No ‘maybe’s in a house fire, captain.”

“Yes, please.”

Remus had to close his eyes at the rush of blood southward. He usually didn’t care about positions one way or another, but the plea in Sirius’ deep voice made something in the back of his mind froth at the mouth. He left an openmouthed kiss where he had worked a hickey into Sirius’ neck earlier and tucked his overgrown hair behind his ears. “Give me the lube.”

It was in his hand in half a second.

“Condom?”

“I’m clean, tested last month, a lot of shifts since,” Sirius said in a rush of words.

“Me, too.” They didn’t have to say it—they had spent far too many nights over the past three weeks sharing microwave meals and prime nap spots during the grueling 24-hour calls, past the point of giving a fuck when Leo or James would raise a suggestive brow in their direction. In that way, Remus supposed this had been a long time coming.

Or perhaps a short time coming, he thought as he swiped his fingers over Sirius’ tip, where he had soaked through his boxers.

“Is that for me?”

“Remus, I swear to god,” Sirius said rather desperately.

“Alright, alright,” he laughed, scattering a few kisses over Sirius’ face before tugging his boxers away. And, Christ, yeah, he was exactly as delicious as Remus had imagined. Remus had a game plan for tonight already, but he would not protest getting fucked six ways to Sunday with that sometime soon. He wanted Sirius all over him.

He got to have it, too—Sirius remained pliant under his hands as he opened him up carefully, cataloguing every noise that slipped from Sirius’ mouth and every twist of the wrist that would make his thighs tremble. Remus covered him in kisses like he had wanted to do for months, now. By the time he sat up and slicked himself, Sirius inner thighs were thoroughly painted with lilac and plum.

“Oh, fuck,” Sirius panted when he began to press in, handsome face scrunching up at the initial pressure before relaxing into bliss. His knees pressed inward to Remus’ hips, silently urging him on. “Yeah, Re, a little harder—oh.”

Remus buried his moan in the crook of Sirius’ neck as the last few inches of his cock were encased in a vice grip. He ground forward without pulling out and Sirius keened, fingers digging in just below his shoulder blades; he felt the scratch when he repeated the motion and prayed there would be marks to admire.

“Shoulders,” Sirius said, delirious even to Remus’ pleasure-dulled hearing. He made a broken noise when Sirius bit at the crest of one. “Your fucking shoulders. You can lift me.”

“Mhmm.”

“You could—you can lift Kuny?”

“Sure.”

“You could—you—” He whimpered as Remus started up a steady rhythm. “This is so much better than what I pictured.”

Oh, thank god, I’m not the only one. “Tell me,” he requested, though it came out as more of a demand. Sirius didn’t seem to mind as he writhed and bucked into every thrust.

“This,” Sirius said, tossing his head with a gasp when Remus angled upward. Remus bit his lip and aimed for that spot every time, unable to tear his gaze from the smile gracing Sirius’ lips or the flush of his neck. His voice was rough and low, buzzing deep in his chest. “Wanted this so bad. Knew you could do it. Couldn’t ask. Wanted to get my mouth on you forever, wanted you to fuck me until I couldn’t think, wanted you to push me, you always push me, oh shit keep doing that!”

He was burning now, and rapidly building up a sweat while Sirius scrabbled for a hold on his back and smokey moans fell from his mouth with every snap of Remus’ hips. He draped one of Sirius’ thighs over his arm and felt himself pulse at the strangled shout that rewarded him—Sirius was thrashing now, chest heaving, his free leg shaking uncontrollably where it tangled with Remus’ own.

“Sweetheart.” It was out before Remus could think twice. Sirius’ mouth fell open and precome smeared over his lower belly. He cursed under his breath and pushed Sirius’ leg closer to his chest, deepening every thrust until the smack of skin on skin drowned out everything else. “You’re such a sweetheart, I can’t fucking handle it,” he breathed. “All you want is to be good for me, right? That’s what you want?”

Sirius nodded frantically, reaching back to grip the headboard. Outside, the red-and-blue lights of a passing police car flashed over his face in a pattern they both knew too well.

Remus pressed deep and held there, pulling another cry from Sirius as he sucked a mark into the dip of his pec. So many nights spent running from their days at the firehouse, sharing silent understanding under loud laughter and teasing jabs. Sirius got it. Sirius understood. Paramedics had a stereotype as the bicycles of the EMS world—everyone gets a ride—and Remus had never tried to fight that, but he knew this was different than giving the bangin’ firefighter from Station 8 a night to remember. This was Sirius. His friend. His confidant.

“Need it,” Sirius said, voice thick around each syllable. His back arched when Remus thrust forward again, cock twitching where it laid neglected on his stomach. “Need it, Re, need you, please!”

Remus had been wanted so many times that he forgot how good it felt to be needed. The difference was more than he expected. He let out a harsh breath in Sirius’ collarbone and guided his face over for a bruising kiss, tasting his moan. “I’m here,” he said as he nibbled at Sirius’ lower lip and felt him cry out. “I’ve got you, c’mon, come for me. Do it for me, Sirius, you’re my sweetheart—”

The next shout edged on a sob as Sirius jerked in his arms and went boneless, shuddering through his orgasm before Remus could get a hand around him. He seized again when Remus gave him a firm stroke to wring the last of it out, coating his knuckles in white. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he ordered when Remus started to pull out. “Keep going, need it inside.”

The words echoed in Remus’ head as he thrust in a half dozen times and spilled into Sirius with a shattered sound, and then his thoughts went entirely blank.

Sirius was petting his hair when he blinked his eyes open again. He stared at the familiar slopes of a bicep before peeling his cheek off Sirius’ chest; his face heated at the dryness of his lips and the damp patch left behind. Sirius sated expression told him he didn’t mind one bit.

“We’re doing that more,” Sirius informed him with all the confidence Remus had come to expect from him, rolling them onto their sides with a happy hum.

“Oh, are we?” Remus laughed.

“Frequently, in fact.”

“What happened to Mr. ��I Only Top So Don’t Even Think About It’?”

Sirius stretched like a cat in the sun, looking just as content. “On vacation with the rest of my brain. Remind me why we haven’t been doing that since forever?”

“Coworkers.”

“Different departments.”

“Same calls.”

“Don’t you dare try to talk me out of this.” Sirius gathered him up to his chest with a playful growl. “You’re not going to give me an orgasm like that and then expect me not to keep you.”

Remus froze halfway through biting his collarbone in retaliation. “Keep me?”

There wasn’t a trace of anxiety, or shyness, or any of the endearing awkwardness he had come to adore on Sirius’ face. “Was thinking about it,” he said with a cheeky shrug, running his thumb down the bridge of Remus’ nose. “You’re awfully cute.”

Remus’ heart hammered in his chest. The hope in his gut warmed, oxygen on dormant embers. “Keep me?”

Sirius hesitated, and there was the crease of worry. “If you don’t want—”

“Keep me.” It wasn’t a question anymore. Remus took a shaky breath and laced their fingers together on the mattress between them. “Keep me.”

Sirius’ next kiss was gentle and sugar-sweet. “I can do that.”