#honeydukes finest fanworks

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happy birthday, remus

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morning, march 10th, 1980

READ ON AO3 / PART ONE (sirius)

chapters: 1/1. word count: 3,244. pairing: wolfstar. rating: semi-mature. tags: fluff, angst, wizarding war.

When he laughs out loud, Remus’ throat burns. Sirius’ hands smooth over the jut of his hips.

"Got to feed you more, Moony." He whispers. When Remus shivers, they both suck in a breath.

Remus ducks his head, mouthing at the beat of Sirius' heart. Post transfiguration, he's entirely bare. Handy, that. Works out well for what Remus has planned next. "Don't change the subject."

well, after holding onto this one for like four years, i’ve finally decided to release it just a little bit late for remus’ birthday since i’ve always felt bad sirius’ companion piece was up but remus’ was not, and i’m still proud of a lot of my work, despite my feelings regarding the harry potter series and its unfortunate author. enjoy <3

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happy birthday, sirius

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evening, november third, 1979

READ ON AO3 / PART TWO (remus)

chapters: 1/1. word count: 1,116. pairing: wolfstar. rating: semi-mature. tags: fluff, queer history, wizarding war.

Remus plans to wake Sirius up by laying flat on top of him and kissing up his neck, but when he opens his eyes the man has already risen. Sirius Black sits with his back against the wall in the small window seat of their bedroom, head tilted up to catch the faint breeze wafting in through the cracked pane. His skin glows luminescent in the cool twilight, eyes shut. He is still naked, as is Remus, his scarred flesh is broken out in goose pimples. He shivers, once, then climbs out from their tangled nest of sheets to squeeze himself in on the other side of the corduroy cushion. Remus nudges his foot with one of his own long toes. It's icy to the touch. Sirius' eyes remain shut, though he smiles. Remus wants to kiss the upturned corner of his mouth, so he does. Sirius smells like his posh vanilla cleansing potion and peppermint shampoo.

"You’re up too early." He murmurs, arms wrapped around his knees. They'd never even gone to sleep the night before.

"Mm, just bad at sleeping." Sirius shifts into the space between Remus' legs, moving those arms around his shoulders.

i’ve already posted this one here because it’s quite old work, but i’m making a newly formatted version for people to reblog as i’ve just released the companion piece i wrote for remus like four or five years ago and never showed you all.