#hope lupin

[theprongspotter]

Euphemia: *sighs*

McGonagall: They never listen, do they?

Pomfrey, rubbing her temples: It’s exhausting.

Hope: Being a mom is hard.

James, sitting down beside them: Tell me about it.

[missmoonfrost]

The one Hope knitted - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic - December 18: Jumper - Words: 456

“We need to go.”

“Just a moment.”

If Remus hadn’t been so anxious, he would probably have noticed the strange tension in Sirius' voice more. His mother was released from the hospital today and they needed to be there and pick her up.

Sirius finally emerged from the bedroom only to lock himself in the bathroom instead.

”What’s taking so long?” Remus yelled annoyedly.

Sure, they would hardly kick Hope out if they were ten minutes late, but he didn’t want to keep her waiting. He’d done everything he could for her, first with the slowly but surely advancing dementia, then the breast cancer and now the blood clot in her lungs.

Sirius had been a big help through it all. He had driven her to as many appointments as Remus had. He had been his shoulder to cry on for countless nights. He even followed Remus to his childhood home yesterday to discard every bad item in the fringe, restock and put on clean sheets for her to come home to.

They hurried down the stairs and towards the parking lot. Sirius crossed his arms and raised his shoulders in the chilly wind. Remus rolled his eyes and pulled out Sirius’ jumper that he’d made a habit of packing.

Sirius stopped.

Remus looked quizzingly at him.

“T-that’s the one Hope knitted for me.”

“Yes. Do you want to go back after another one?”

“No!”

Sirius grabbed the jumper, pulled it on and started walking again. A sniffling sound made Remus look at him, but he held his head turned the other way.

“Sirius?”

“Hm?” he said in a high pitch with his head still turned away.

“Love?” Remus put a hand on Sirius arm.

“Sorry”, Sirius sniffled and wiped his eyes as he hurried on towards their car, “I’ll get it together.”

“It’s ok,” Remus mumbled a bit caught off guard.

“I should be stronger than this. We’re in a hurry. And it’s your mother”, Sirius sobbed.

Remus caught up to him and forced him to stop by pulling him into a hug.

“I think you have been strong for long enough.”

Sirius squeezed him tightly and pressed his forehead into Remus' shoulder. He gulped and whimpered, with breaths too quick and tears and snot wetting Remus' neck. Remus held him securely, smoothed his hand soothingly over his hair and pressed small kisses to the temple and top of his head.

Sirius cleared his throat and straightened up again. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Remus wiped Sirius' tear-stained cheeks with his fingers. “I should have stopped to ask how you were doing a bit sooner, shouldn’t I?”

“But it’s your mother,” Sirius protested.

“Maybe. But we’re in this together. Now let me drive today, yeah?”

“Please.”

[jamie-potters]

ok so everyone knows how sirius speaks french, james speaks hindi/urdu/spanish.

and so what if remus whos welsh feels left out because he never learned how to speak welsh

he only knows lullabies that are in welsh because they were what his mother would sing to him

so he goes through his hogwarts years being really sad whenever james/sirius would speak their languages

but then his mother dies and hes even more sad but the thing is

she left a bunch of journals or diaries (whatever you want to call them) for remus

and she started writing them from when she was 9 so theres like a ton but all of them are in welsh

so remus finally has a way to teach himself welsh

and he does just that by reading them

researching them in the dictionary

and finally one day he figures it all out and he wants to show off

so he finds some hufflepuff who speaks welsh while he knows james and sirius are around

and starts a full blown conversation which ends with the hufflepuff complimenting his accent

while sirius and james thought it was cool

they didnt know that it meant the world to him that he finally had a way to connect with his homeland

[pixiedustriri]

Okay hear me out

When Remus was little and struggling with the concept of being a werwolf, Hope taught him how to brush her hair, to show him that even if he was a werewolf, he could be gentle and he wouldn’t hurt her. It kind of became a thing, whenever he needed to be reminded that he wasn’t a monster, she would sit him down and have him brush her hair.

Then when he started Hogwarts, he met a boy his age who decided he wanted long hair, unfortunately for this boy he had no idea how to take care of long hair and the first few months were difficult to witness. When Remus became friends with the boy, Sirius, he showed him how to take care of his long hair and sometimes Sirius even let him brush it.

When they got closer, it became their thing. When either of them needed grounding or sometimes after a particularly bad moon Remus would sit and brush Sirius’ hair, if only to remind himself he’s not a monster and he won’t hurt anyone.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 3 - First Time Meeting the Parents

@wolfstarmicrofic January 3, word count 283

Sirius smoothed down his shirt for the umpteenth time. “Enough, they’re going to love you, or at least Mum is,” Remus tried to reassure Sirius. It had taken forever to get him out of the house as Sirius had tried on every item of clothing and deemed them all unacceptable for meeting the Lupins. He’d tried to go out and buy a new shirt at least, but Remus had managed to convince him that the pale blue one he was originally going to wear was the best one, and now here they were, walking up the path to his childhood home. “You ready, sweetheart,” He asked as he raised his fist to knock on the door. He didn’t get the chance as the door was nearly wrenched off its hinges by Hope Lupin in her eagerness to get it open.

“Remus!” Her lilting voice wrapped around his name like a caress. She all but toppled out of the door into her son’s arms, grinning like a loon as he hugged her. 

“Hi, Mum,” Remus’s voice was soft in a way it only ever was around his mum.

“Oh, and is this your handsome young man?” She asked as he dropped his arms and let her approach Sirius.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Lupin,” Sirius managed to get out and thrust the bouquet of flowers he’d bought her.

“Oh, Remus,” She gasped, her hand flying to her heart. “He’s a gentleman.” All Remus could do was watch proudly as the whirlwind that was Hope Lupin swept Sirius into the house, leaving Remus standing on the doorstep. Well, at least his mum liked him. The true obstacle was always going to be Lyall.

[2ndfamily]

my marauders era designs master post

[orchideous-nox]

If I see one more person act like Remus Lupin wasn't loved by his parents as a child, I'm gonna go and tell Lyall and Hope, and they're gonna cut you a lovely slice of bara brith and tell you why you're wrong.

[zsrntyouil]

I just read the best fanfic ever, its called "a heavy heart to hold", its mainly wolfstar but there's other ships too (just less developed). This is a Howl's moving castle AU and it healed something in me I didn't know about

Edit: I forgot to mention the authors but they're magswrite and pstvnch (Idk if they have a Tumblr, lmk if you do!)

[maladaptivewriting]

hope lupin is stronger than me cause if my 5 year old son turned into a tiny little wolf once a month i would immediately get turned into a werewolf. i wouldn’t be able to resist trying to cuddle him.

[wolfstargazer]

22nd October - Apple - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 433

The house was always full of laughter on the day the boys arrived.

It had been established as tradition sometime in Remus' second year that his friends would come over just before school would start. They'd spend the day off doing god knows what in the countryside, returning in the evening only when tiredness and hunger drove them back inside.

James was charming, chatty. Hope assumed he was a favourite amongst all his friends' parents, as he offered to help with this and that and always had a funny anecdote about his latest exploits on the Quidditch pitch to share.

Peter was shyer than the others, nervous but kind. Hope assumed he found it difficult to get a word in edgeways, crowded out by his much more exuberant friends.

Hope remembered the first time she'd seen Sirius, hovering in the doorway to the kitchen, more reserved than the quick and confident boy that Remus had described. He was twelve, ill at ease, grey eyes and wild hair, and something about him that made Hope feel a pang of apprehension and concern.

"He won't be used to Muggles," Lyall had offered by way of explanation, when Hope had mentioned her impressions to him when they'd gone to bed that evening. "He's from a very ancient, pure blood family. He won't be used to....the likes of us."

But that wasn't quite it, and although Hope had to admit the Wizarding World in all its complexity was still a mystery to her, there seemed something more in Sirius' tension that she couldn't quite place.

And then suddenly, one late summer day when the boys were fifteen, she'd looked up from the apples she was peeling and slicing to make into a pie and seen it. A small moment. Every day. Insignificant. Blink and you'd miss it. But that explained everything.

The boys were outside beneath the large tree that was shading the garden from most of the heat. A petal of something had floated down and settled in Remus' hair, and Sirius reached out to remove it. A coy smile. The slight tinge of a blush. Her son carried on reading. Unaware. But Sirius' eyes had stayed on him, tender and hungry, and Hope looked away, smiled softly, and continued to bake.

Later, smells of spiced apple and pastry filled the kitchen. The boys came in from the garden, enticed. Hope cut the pie and distributed the plates, handing Sirius an extra big slice.

James, being James, noticed and complained, "How comes he gets the bigger slice?"

Hope could only smile and say, "Because he deserves it."

[messervixen]

2 in the morning…

Sirius (answering the phone): Hello?

Hope: Sirius?

Sirius: Hope? What are you doing up?

Hope: Today when I told you to stop licking the batter from the whisk you looked sort of like a kicked puppy.

Sirius: What

Hope: I don’t mean to pry but…

Sirius: Yeah?

Hope: Sirius, dear, did you get traumatized in some way as a child?

Sirius: WHAT

Hope: Was it your parents?

Sirius: …yes

Hope: Do you want to talk about it?

Sirius: …

Sirius (voice breaking): YeAh that’d be reALy nice aCTually-

[gipitothefrog]

Recovery

@wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 607

***

The day Sirius came to James’ house was, if anything, a chaotic day.

Showing up at the Potter’s front door so badly injured he very quickly passed out from exhaustion and blood loss. Euphemia called healers to the house immediately, while James called for Remus and Peter. 

The second he uttered the words, “It’s Sirius,” to Remus, the boy had popped up out of the fireplace and rushed to Sirius’ side. Peter took a bit longer, considering he had to make sure his parents knew where he was going. Remus simply sent them an owl, saying,

“It’s too important for me to wait. They’ll understand.”

They did, thankfully, understand, and the next day they dropped off Remus’ things at the Potter’s. They were offered a room to stay in, but declined. 

“We don’t want to crowd the poor boy,” Hope explained.

Remus was frantic the entire time Sirius was unconscious; a few days. He would wake up in a cold sweat and rush to his side, but considering he insisted on having a bed in the same room as Sirius, this wasn’t a very far journey.

Sirius woke up around three days after he had arrived, and in the middle of the night. Remus called for the healers immediately, and then kneeled by the bed. 

“Do you need anything?” he had asked.

“Moony…” Sirius croaked, before promptly falling unconscious again. 

Remus promptly fell into hysterics.

“What if he doesn’t wake up? What if they hurt him too much? Oh, those bastards. I’m going to– I’m gonna–”

He was cut off by Fleamont’s hand on his shoulder.

“Best not say something that could get you in trouble,” he advised.

Remus ground his teeth, but stayed silent.

One of the healers who was checking on Sirius jumped in, telling them, “It’s quite normal for this to happen, no need to worry! In fact, it means that he’s fairly well on his way to recovering completely!”

Remus didn’t seem convinced.

When James came in to check on him the next morning, he found Remus still awake. He was nodding off, but then his head would snap back up to watch Sirius.

“Mate, you need sleep,” James told him.

“But what if he wakes up again and I’m not there?” Remus sounded so desperate, so defeated, it broke James’ heart a little. 

“How about I sit by his bed while you sleep, and if he wakes up, I’ll let you know.”

Remus nodded dejectedly and laid down to rest. James could tell he fell asleep immediately. He slept for nearly fourteen hours, which made James question how much sleep he had been getting over the past few days, even excluding the night before.

Sirius woke up a few more times over the next two days. He always did the same thing: ask for Remus, and then go back under.

The pattern was broken six days after he had first shown up at James’ house. He had startled awake, and said to a very surprised Remus,

“Hello, Moony. Do you think I could have some water?” Remus had stared at him in shock for several moments before exclaiming,

“He’s awake!” and promptly summoning a glass of water that he dropped, spilled all over himself, tried to clean up, and slipped and fell over. Sirius looked at him flustered on the floor, and began to laugh.

“Ow. Ow, ow,” he wheezed, clutching his side.

Remus glared at him. “I’m just trying to help. You don’t need to laugh.”

Sirius wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes, still slightly chuckling. “You always know how to make me feel better, don’t you Remus?”

[missmoonfrost]

Breakfast at the Lupins - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic

September 9 - Owl

Words: 299

Remus was enjoying a quiet Sunday breakfast. With Mum eyeing a crossword and Dad spreading whatever latest reports out on his end of the table, no one minded Remus reading a fantasy-novel while slowly stirring his tea.

The tell-tale sound of an owl picking on the window made them look up. Mum opened and carefully freed the bird from the attached letter.

"It's for you, Remus."

He quickly grabbed the parchment from her hand and recognised Sirius swirling cursive. They had not gone a week without correspondence during summer, but he hadn't expected a letter today, the last day of the brake.

"Who is it from?"

"A friend."

"That can't wait until tomorrow to say hello?"

"Mm" Remus smiled as he read about Sirius looking forward to seeing him soon and already planning pranks they could do.

"Hm, I know that look..." Mum nudged Dad with a knowing smile "Do you think our son is waiting to meet a special someone tomorrow?"

"Mum! I said it's just a friend!"

That earned him a stern look from Dad. "Remus! That's no way to speak to your mother!"

"Sorry."

"It's alright." Mum put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Remus. I shouldn't pry where I have no business."

Remus forced a smile to accept her apology and looked back at the letter, but he couldn't read another word. If it was that obvious, how would he hide it from his friends? In his mind, he could already hear the entire Hogwarts express buzzing with the news about weird Remus, not only being the freak that he already was but also having a crush on his best friend.

Suddenly his longing for tomorrow turned to panic.

[engie-ivy]

(Lyall Lupin being a Good Dad for his anxious son in law😁 For @wolfstarmicrofic)

9th: Cosy

1039 words

Lyall goes to use the toilet, and ends up adopting a new son.

Your New Family

“Really, Lyall?” Hope places her hands on her hips. “We just got here!”

“Sorry dear,” Lyall says cheerily. “But that’s the price you pay for becoming an old man, very frequent toilet breaks. Besides,” he adds. “With all your fretting about not being late, we’re like twenty minutes early, so now’s the perfect time.”

Hope rolls her eyes, a gesture Lyall is all too familiar with, and goes to inquire whether their table is already available, while Lyall strolls to the restrooms.

When he’s relieved himself and walks over to the sinks, there’s a boy pacing up and down. Well, maybe he’s more a young man, looking rather handsome with his fancy shoes, crisp white shirt, fitted suit jacket and long hair neatly tied into a pony tail, but to Lyall, he’s still a boy.

As Lyall is washing his hands, the boy leans on the sink next to him, staring at his reflection in the mirror, while taking what seem to be calming breaths.

Lyall meets the boy’s sharp grey eyes in the mirror. “Everything alright, lad?”

“Ah,” the boy says, looking slightly flustered. “Yes. Yes, I’m sorry, sir. Please, don’t mind me. I’m just...” He gestures vaguely with his hand. “Anxious, I guess.”

Lyall smiles at him as he turns off the tap. “On a big date?”

“No,” the boy says. “Not really. I mean, sort of, I guess.” The boy makes a move as if he wants to run his hand through his hair, showing that he’s not used to having it tied up. He settles for tugging at his pony tail. “I’m meeting my boyfriend’s parents for the first time. They’ll be here in...” He checks his watch. “Fifteen minutes. Fuck.” He presses his hand against his forehead. “Pardon my language,” he says after a quick glance at Lyall.

“Ah,” Lyall says, as something starts to dawn on him. “And you don’t think they’ll be... nice people?”

“They’re the best people!” The boy exclaims. “Going by what my boyfriend has been telling me at least, they’re really great.” He shakes his head. “But that’s just the fucking- I mean, that’s just the bloody problem, innit?”

Lyall tilts his head as he dries his hands with a paper towel. “How so?”

The boy shrugs. “My boyfriend comes from this warm and loving family, and he’s really close to his parents. It’s important to him that I get along with them.”

“Right.” Lyall nods in understanding. “And that of course puts a lot of pressure on you.”

The boy sighs. “I’m just scared I’ll fuck it- sorry, I’ll mess it up. I mean, what do I know about bonding with parents? I couldn’t even get my own bloody parents to even like me, and they’re supposed to have been programmed to love me!”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Lyall says sincerely.

“He’s envisioning this whole future, y’know?” The boy continues, now letting it all come out. “Coming together for birthdays, celebrating Christmases together, Sunday brunches at his parents’ place... He’s picturing this harmonious, cosy family, and I sure as hell can’t offer him that from my side, so if his parents don’t like me, I’ll take all of that away from him.”

Lyall looks at him sympathetically. “Sounds like it’s really important to you.”

The boy looks away. “I just don’t want to disappoint him,” he says softly. Then he lets out a humourless laugh. “God, I’m sorry. I swear I don’t normally trauma-dump on strangers in the restroom like this!”

“No, no,” Lyall says. “I asked, so don’t worry about it, lad. And the fact that You’re so anxious only means that this guy really means a lot to you.”

“He means everything to me,” the boy says without a moment of hesitation. He smiles to himself. “I can’t even explain. I mean... if I can’t give him everything, if he can find someone who can, who will make him happier, then I want him to break up with me, y’know? Even if it’ll completely destroy me. It’s like.... nothing matters besides his happiness.” He shakes his head. “I’m probably not making much sense. I’ve honestly never felt like this before.”

Lyall feels a warmth somewhere in his chest. “You know, lad, all a parent want is for their child to be happy...”

“But I don’t know that,” the boy interrupts, before adding quietly “Mine sure never did...”

Lyall feels a surge of fatherly protectiveness wash over him, for a boy he only just met! “I’m sorry you had that experience,” he says, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “But take it from me, if they are indeed the good people your boyfriend has made them out to be, then that will be the only thing that matters,” he says firmly. “So if you love your guy-”

“I do,” the boy immediately says. “I love him so, so much.”

Lyall regards him fondly, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Then trust me, that will be enough for them. It won’t matter if you’re wearing a fancy jacket, or if you’re hair is neatly tied up, or if you let slip the occasional curse word. If he loves you and you love him, and you make him happy, then that is going to be more than enough.”

The boy gives him a grateful look. “Well, then I have nothing to worry about,” he then says with a grin. “Loving him is actually my specialty!”

Lyall lets out a laugh. “Sounds like you’re going to be just fine!”

Suddenly, the boy gives him a hug. Lyall is startled for a moment, but then easily hugs him back.

“Thank you,” the boy says, pulling away. “I’m sure this isn’t what you were expecting when you just wanted to use the toilet, but I appreciate it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lyall says. “And I’m sure your new family will grow to love you.”

The boy grins at him. “Alright, here I go. Wish me luck!”

“You don’t need it, lad.”

The boy chuckles. “If Remus’ dad is even slightly like you, I’m sure I’ll be fine!” And then he dashes out of the restroom.

Lyall looks in the mirror and smiles to himself. “I’ve got a sense that he will be.”

Now with a part 2!

Part 2: Your New Son

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic recs of the month

This is just a collection of my fic recs for the month of march, have fun <3

The Lab

by @de-sire-blog (de_sire) on Ao3

“I don’t get it,” Sirius says truthfully. “Remus is such a nice person, why does everyone pretend like he’s some kind of wicked stepmother?”

James laughs joyfully and winks at Sirius. “Are we even talking about the same person?” He holds out his hand above his head. “Big guy, about this tall, curly hair? Temper like a sleeping dragon? Smart, but a bit full of himself? Can kill you with his eyes?”

Sirius raises his eyebrows and laughs as well. “No, I don’t think we are talking about the same person at all.”  

A love story about healing, new beginnings and growing up. Academia! Romance! Shared cigarettes, cute cats, lots of coffee and the most amorous business trip you have ever seen.

the hare and the hound

by @steelycunt (aeridi0nis) on Ao3

‘He’ll never have to do it again, Remus realises. He can just keep being good, if he just behaves, he’ll never have to do it again, never with the dark and the bleeding and the crying. He just can’t give them reason to be angry at him, and he won’t, he hasn’t. And his mum is right – the drink does make him feel a little better.’

or:

Remus is a terribly behaved five-year-old. He doesn’t really think so himself, but his parents lock him in the cellar every month, so he must be doing something to deserve it. Well, not anymore. He’s got a plan, see, sort of. He’ll never go downstairs again.

Dusk

by @theresthesnitch on Ao3

“That’s not fair.” Sirius was crying now, and Remus swiped his tears away with his thumb. “This isn’t fair. We haven’t had enough time. It’s not fair.” 

“I know, love.” Remus leaned in for a kiss, and wondered if it would be the last. “I have loved you for sixty-two years, and it’s nowhere near enough.” 

Or

Sirius loses his memories.

Lupine

by @wolfstarbuxks (BayleyWinchester) on Ao3

Lupine adjective lu·pine | \ ˈlü-ˌpīn \ Definition of lupine : WOLFISH

Teddy is Remus' everything in life. He'd do anything for his son - including going to the same zoo, twice a week for a year so that his son could see the wolves that he had fallen in love with.

And if that meant that Remus got to met a sexy zookeeper, who was he to complain?

CONSTANT VIGILANCE and COMMON SENSE

by darkbluedark on Ao3

In which Alastor not-yet-"Mad-Eye"-but-still-quite-Mad Moody does as Alastor "Just Mad" Moody does, and brings a sneakoscope to an Order meeting.

~The kind of fix-it that makes so much sense that the fact that it isn't canon should be considered a plot hole in itself~

A Brief History of Dragons

by @eyra on Ao3

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea.

Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

The Phoenix Agency

by LupinsChocolatePraline on Ao3

Sirius Black is excited to start his first full-time job after Uni, but this life change doesn’t sit well with his boyfriend who is difficult to live with on a good day, abusive on all other days. Sirius is good at pretending that everything is alright, he can even convince himself, but sometimes he wishes things were different. The problem is – Fabian is all Sirius has. Or so they both think.

Remus Lupin is a senior copywriter at an advertising agency, currently single by choice, and very comfortable with his unchanging daily routine, his familiar colleagues and his company-issued ergonomic chair that’s been his for three years now. When his favourite graphic designer is replaced by a twitchy, fresh-out-of-university Sirius Black, his peaceful routine takes an unexpected hit.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 11 - Fake Date

@wolfstarmicrofic May 11, word count 875

“Eugh, my mum keeps asking who I’m bringing to my cousin's wedding!” Remus groaned as he checked the new message on his phone. “She’s getting worse. Ever since Oscar and I broke up it’s all she cares about.” He shook his head and put on a high-pitched voice, imitating Hope. “Reemuss,” He elongated his name like Hope did with her lilting accent. “Remus, why don’t you have a nice boy to bring to Gwen’s wedding? You should go find yourself someone, Remus.” He grimaced. “Like it’s so easy. She met dad in the middle of a forest when that guy jumped out of the trees at her and dad came to her rescue. Knowing my luck, the would be murderer would fall for me.” He leaned his head back and cursed the heavens. 

Sirius had sat there patiently listening to Remus grouse. He snatched Remus’s phone from his lap and typed a quick message to Hope. 

“There,” He said. “Now you have a date.” He grinned mischievously. Remus paled. 

“What did you do?” He picked up his phone and gasped. “Sirius! What the actual?!” His phone pinged as Hope started gushing about how happy she was and how much she’d always loved Sirius. He had to put his phone on silent to shut it up. Sirius had messaged Hope telling her that he was bringing Sirius as his date. Sirius who he’d had a crush on for years and told his mother every little thing about it. Oh gods, this was going to be a disaster. 

“It’ll be fine, Remus. I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend for the day, and then we’ll mysteriously break up, none of them will be the wiser, and it'll make your mum happy.” Remus groaned into his hands. 

They travelled to Wales the day before the wedding and stayed at Remus’s parents house. Lyall greeted them at the door but then disappeared into his study. He was happy in there and Remus was happy he was in there, to be honest. They’d never quite seemed to quite understand each other and this way was easier, much to Hope’s annoyance. 

Hope, on the other hand, wrapped them both in her arms and cooed over Sirius.

“I knew you’d end up together. You’re perfect for each other.” Sirius lapped it up. The only problem they had was Hope put them in Remus’s old bedroom. They hadn’t thought of that when they’d agreed to stay there. There wasn’t even another spare room. 

“It’ll be fun,” Sirius beamed. “Like being back at school.” 

“We never shared a bed. That was you and James,” Remus reminded him. 

“Well, better late than never then, I guess,” Sirius responded. So that was how Remus found himself in bed with Sirius. 

Thankfully, morning came quickly and then it was time for the wedding. 

Everybody made a fuss about Sirius.

“He’s so handsome Remus,” His grandmother had declared when he’d introduced him. “You ought to put a ring on his finger, so he doesn’t get away,” She’d said loudly. Remus went beet red. 

“Nain, you can’t just yell that out!” He hushed her. 

“And why not? I want to see some great grand kids before I pop my clogs, and you aren’t getting any younger,”

“Oh my god,” He didn’t know how to handle her apart from with a gin and tonic and the bar wasn’t open yet. 

“Don’t you worry, Mrs Howell, I’ll make an honest man out of him.” Sirius said, linking her arm with his and leading her away to her table. He turned and winked at Remus. Remus wished he could turn invisible. 

By the end of the wedding, Sirius had won over all of Remus’s family and all of the grooms. In fact, more people knew who Sirius was at the wedding than knew who Remus was. 

Remus was glad when they were on their way back to his parents house. It had been a long day. “So,” Sirius asked him. “When are you going to pop the question? Your Nain’s promised me her engagement ring.” He grinned, fighting back a laugh at Remus. 

“Oh, haha, Sirius,” Remus rolled his eyes and said no more about the subject. 

That night, much to Remus’s surprise, Sirius snuggled under his arm and rested his head on Remus’s chest. 

“I had fun today.” Sirius told him with a sleepy voice. “Your family is really nice, and I might just steal your Nain. She was brilliant.” He turned his head to look at Remus. “Thank you for letting me come.” He said quietly. 

“You invited yourself. I had nothing to do with it.” Remus huffed. 

He closed his eyes hoping Sirius would take the hint. But instead, Sirius pushed up and kissed him. Remus’s eyes shot open, and he stared at Sirius. 

“I was serious about that ring, Moony. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there.” Remus didn’t know what to say, so he dragged Sirius’s face back to his and kissed him deeper than their first. He melted as Sirius kissed him back. “Took you long enough,” Sirius murmured against his lips. Remus had never been happier. He made a note to send a bottle of champagne to his cousin, because without her this might never have happened.