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sparkle - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 289
At first, Remus is absolutely sure Sirius is kidding. Or too drunk to know what he's saying.
The music of the party going on just on the other side of the spiral staircase they find themselves sequestered in for the next seven minutes (or maybe more like six, now?) is messing with his brain a bit, all he can think about is this must be a prank. Or a dream.
But as he looks into Sirius's eyes, he notices two things: They look clear. There is no telltale glazed-over effect to hint that he's been drinking. And they also lack his usual sparkle. The glint that shows he's joking, or teasing in some way. Instead, they look nervous.
"Say that again," Remus murmurs, wanting to be sure he's read things correctly, the tension building more in the air as his heart beats wildly and his hands shake with anticipation.
And it seems that Sirius is completely sincere and of sound mind when he repeats his earlier statement in a rush of breath: "I rigged it. Made sure the bottle would land on you so we'd both end up in here."
But Remus needs to be sure. "Why?"
Sirius bites his lip and seems to decide to go for broke. "Because I've wanted to kiss you for ages, Moony."
And Remus could have replied. Explained that he's been obsessing over Sirius's soft hair and perfect lips and enchanting laugh since fourth year. But he knows time is short, so he does the sensible thing and lurches forward, pressing Sirius to the cold concrete of the wall and connecting their lips together in a burst of desire and heat he'll remember for the rest of his life.
They can talk later.
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Wolfstar - "He is just my friend" stage
Remus meets the others again after the vacation, starting sixth year. Sirius has spent his holiday at James'. He is in his very muggle clothes, his parents would die when they saw him. Very tight, leather jeans, boots, crop top. Fucking sexy. Leather jacket. Makes him look very cool. Long, curly waves of hair, neatly applied eyeliner, pretty. And he has piercings now, three earrings in each ear, a helix in one of them too. Went full out. Remus quite frankly does not know what to do or say. Luckily, Sirius is also quite stunned because Remus is so tall now and damn that's hot. And that new scar across his nose must have hurt but that makes him even more handsome. And where has the lanky man gone and who was this hunk?
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Sparkle - Dec. 22nd - word count: 198 - @wolfstarmicrofic
Sirius was sitting on the floor with a few bottles of nail polish.
He was using a deep red nail polish with sparkles for the Christmas party later, mostly because he would never be seen sporting green on his nails. Like, who even did that? Ew.
The door opened and Remus walked in.
“Hey, Pads.” he greeted as he looked around the room for his Christmas sweater. “Have you seen my sweater at all?”
“Hmm? Oh, no I haven’t,” Sirius answered absentmindedly. “Maybe check in your trunk?”
“Sure,” Remus said, opening his trunk to look. “Oh, found it! Thanks, Sirius.”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course, Remus,” Sirius replied.
“What color polish are ya doin’ for later?” Remus asked, evidently smelling the polish.
“Sparkly Gryffindor red,” Sirius said, poking out his tongue in concentration. “Like, really shiny and stuff.”
“Oh, nice,” Remus responded, walking over to where Sirius was seated. “Looks good already.”
He crouched down to his boyfriend’s level and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you down there. James and Peter have oh-so-graciously requested for me to magick literally every decoration, so I gotta go.”
“Love you, Rem. See you later.”
“Love you too, Pads.”
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dog & wolf - sirius & remus
#mine#my art#i guess i must tag spam for anyone to see this#wolfstar#wolfstar fanart#wolfstar art#marauders#marauders fanart#remus lupin#remus lupin fanart#remus lupin x sirius black#sirius black#remus x sirius#sirius black fanart#atyd#atyd marauders#atyd fandom#atyd remus#atyd sirius#atyd wolfstar#atyd fanart#hp#harry potter#marauders era#dead gay wizards from the 70s#reading atyd sirius pov atm and the burning passion for these characters is rekindled
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Finally done! The winner is Grief & Other Things, and the runner-ups are Winston Morgue and Contra Mondum!
I have uhh... no idea what to do for Grief & Other Things since, um, shocking reveal: I don't know how to write Evan nor Barty since I have no clue how they act. But I'll ask around!
Thank you to everyone who took this poll! <3333
NAMES OF THE FICS IN ORDER!
Grief and Other Things
Hillside Horror / Hills Are Home (haven't chosen)
Winston Morgue
Tonight We Dine Like Kings
Before The Snow Hits
Good Things Don't Happen To Good Men
King of the Depths
Red Ferrari Down the Road
He Flew Before He Fell
Contra Mundum
No One Talks About Girls Night
8, 9, 10, & 11 are all published on AO3 if you'd like to give them a read! Most of these don't have much information. Specifically 1, 3, 4, 6, & 7. I'd probably have to make up a lot of stuff on the spot.
Anyhow, if you like any of these fics or want to know more about them, ask me about them and i'll happily oblige!
#marauders era#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#regulus black#remus lupin x sirius black#regulus black x james potter#wolfstar#starchaser#jegulus#barty crouch jr#bartylus#barty x regulus#barty x evan
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People have the audacity to say they weren't fucking.
#ask Walburga she had to see them making out kissing sloppily all throughout the day and the night is another howling story#wolfstar#remus lupin x sirius black#remus lupin#sirius black#remus loves sirius#sirius loves remus#remus x sirius#marauder's era#dead gay wizards#atyd marauders#atyd wolfstar#remus headcanon#hp ootp#hp marauders#harry potter#fuck jkr#anti snape#anti jkr
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Lily: I want to confess something.
James: Go ahead!
Lily: I fancy girls.
Peter: Me too!
Lily: And… I fancy Mary…
Remus: I’m happy for you. I want you to know you are accepted. I like men.
Sirius: Wait what?
James: Are we all coming out? I’m bi, I fancy Regulus.
Sirius: Ex-fucking-scuse me?
#james potter x regulus black#james potter#sirius black#regulus black#lily evans#peter pettigrew#jegulus#starchaser#mary macdonald#mary macdonald x lily evans#marylily#wolfstar#remus lupin#remus lupin x sirius black
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sirius: so what do you do for a living
remus: i hunt and kill zombies
sirius: the fuck no you don't
remus: have you ever seen one?
sirius: no?
remus: then you are fucking welcome
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James: Hey Moony, can I borrow a sweater?
Remus: Sure…but why are you going to Pads’s closet?
James: Because that’s where all your sweaters are
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Sirius, who finally feels like he can be calm and quiet and still around someone when he is around Remus.
He doesn't have to overcompensate with jokes or humor. He doesn't have to goad people into directing their anger towards him to protect the ones he loves. He doesn't have to be the center of attention to earn affection he secretly doesn't think he deserves. He doesn't have to manage anyone else's emotions, or even his own. He is able to just relax. Remus unquestioningly gives him love and affection and protection, and for the first time, he doesn't feel like he has to work for it.
Regulus, who finally feels like he can be angry and loud and emotional around someone when he is around James.
He doesn't have to be scared of getting attention. He doesn't have to be nervous about breaking down or showing fear or fury or happiness, for fear it will be taken away. He doesn't have to hide everything about himself that he thinks people will hate. He can finally break down his carefully-constructed walls, because James will be there and love him anyway. He is able to just be. James is his safe constant, and for the first time, he knows someone won't leave.
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The eyes of the Moon and the Star
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Anticipation - Dec. 23rd - word count: 343 - @wolfstarmicrofic
The room narrowed down to just the two of them
Sure, a majority of their friends and their friends’ friends may also have been in that room, and the music may have been blasting at full volume, but that really didn’t matter.
What did matter was Sirius’s outfit for the night.
He was looking- well, he had a crop top and low-rise jeans on. And wasn’t that something?
Also, the jeans were Remus’s. Like, whomst the fuck gave Sirius the rights to look that hot? Good lord.
Remus kept his thoughts to himself, though. There was no use in lusting after a friend that would never like him back.
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A group of people settled into a circle for spin the bottle, Remus included. It was about an hour and a half after the party started, and everyone was about sloshed enough to reflect that.
To Remus’s great delight, Sirius also sat down in the circle, right next to him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin.
“Alright!” James cheered. “Marlene, you’re first!”
Marlene reached in the middle, spinning the bottle. The mouth end landed on Mary, who shrugged and proceeded to kiss her friend.
“My turn to choose!” Marlene drunkenly crowed as she broke the kiss. “Sirius, you’re up!”
Remus watched with anticipation as Sirius reached out with his long, slender fingers and spun the bottle. He watched as the mouth landed on him.
Him, as in Remus John Lupin, aspiring author extraordinaire.
He felt like he was floating as Sirius looked at him from where he was seated, and used those fingers to tilt his jaw so that Remus was now facing Sirius head on.
He barely registered Sirius tentatively slotting their lips together. But oh, God, did everything focus as soon as Remus could taste him.
He pulled Sirius closer, until he was practically in Remus’s lap.
They continued like this for another minute or so, before:
“Oi! Get a room, you two!” Peter yelled as James and Marlene cheered. “No one wants to see two lovebirds snogging!”
#guys this is the fic that gave me the ick.#especially the part where remus describes sirius's hands#like babygirl we know you have a thing for hands okay#like pleaseee be quiet#no offense remus#youre my lord and saviour i hope you know that#also sirius just kinda rizzed him up with like the head turn thing#i just wasnt sure how to describe it#emi writes sometimes#wolfstar#remus john lupin#sirius black#sirius#remus x sirius#sirius loves remus#sirius black x remus lupin#sirius x remus#remus lupin x sirius black#remus lupin#marauders muggle au#remus loves sirius#remus and sirius#muggle au#atyd remus#sirius orion black#dead gay wizards from the 70s#the marauders#marauders fandom#marauders era#mauraders
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*sirius and james arguing*
james: *takes off his glasses*
sirius: EVEN IF HE- what are you doing?
james: I don't want to see you right now.
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Thawing Out
summary: You and Sirius are in dire need of a new coach just weeks before the Olympics. Remus is a former figure skating prodigy forced to retire after a career-ending injury. Though it's not smooth skating right away, those stiff Olympic village beds are dying to be broken in.
collab with @ellecdc
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16
cw: modern au, chronic pain
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words
Remus still wakes before dark every morning. It’s automatic, an urgency and excitement that thrums through him like an old instinct, born from years of his alarm clock rousing him at this time. The rink is always at its best right now, when they’ve just finished resurfacing the ice and no one else is around. It was Remus’ favorite time to practice.
Now, he has a new reason to get up. His hip clicks as he does it, so he starts his day with a couple of proactive painkillers. If he really wanted to be proactive he would stretch like he’s supposed to, but there’s no time and Remus doesn’t feel like it. He’ll pay his toll for the negligence later.
The webpage of his Airbnb boasted a five-minute walk to the rink, but with his hip it takes Remus seven. It’s like an odd sort of muscle memory, an old routine from another life that feels as bitter as it does comfortable. He heads out early to give himself some cushion. The streets are empty but for bakers and baristas, the first hints of dawn tinging the sky a deep blue. When he turns a corner and the rink comes into view, the absence of his bag hanging from his shoulder is a phantom ache.
The front doors are locked but the side one staff uses isn’t, the Zamboni driver already inside. Remus lets himself in, makes a cup of tea from the hot water dispenser they leave out when concessions are closed, plants himself on a bench, and waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Remus has nearly nodded off when two pairs of shoes come bounding up to him. Well, one pair bounds. The other drags.
“Hi, sorry we’re late.” You’re breathless and hauling a sullen-looking boy along behind you by the hand, but you manage a smile when Remus looks up at you. “I had to run over and get him out of bed. It’s good to meet you!”
You hold out your untethered hand. Remus might normally stand to take it, but he no longer feels like doing you the courtesy. Your grip is firm and warm.
“You were supposed to be here at six,” he says.
You wince. “I know. Sorry, Sirius is really not a morning person.”
Remus thinks that he might put more stock into your apologies if you looked a tad more contrite. As it is, your countenance is almost cheery, a fizzy eagerness about you as you look between him and the ice like you can’t wait to get out on it.
In stark contrast, the ill-tempered boy behind you seems not to have a clue where he is. He looks rumpled and disoriented, squinting in the rink’s fluorescent light.
“Then why didn’t you pick another time?” Remus asks.
He hadn’t realized he was still looking at Sirius, or that the other boy could talk, so it’s a surprise when he answers. “Wasn’t my bloody idea.”
By the way you grin, Remus wonders if you’ve even heard the obvious bitterness in your partner’s tone, or whether it’s gone straight over your head.
“I like the rink better early,” you explain. “No one else ever comes before the hockey practice starts at nine, and they’ll have just finished resurfacing the ice.”
Begrudgingly, Remus nods. “I always preferred it about now, too.”
He realizes immediately that his agreement was a mistake, because your smile grows into something far too brilliant for the early hour. Christ, what has he gotten himself into? There’s you, starry-eyed and effervescing all over the place, and your partner, who looks more inclined to fall asleep on your shoulder than put on his skates.
And this is the pair skating duo Remus is supposed to take to the Olympics.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
“Watch that back foot!” Remus shouts across the ice.
Sirius doesn’t look happy about it, but he corrects the placement of his skate, transitioning smoothly into the next synced turn.
“Good,” Remus murmurs to himself.
Once Sirius got out on the ice and woke up a bit, he was good. He skates with the technical proficiency of someone who’s been in the sport since before they started primary school, and the intuitive artistry of someone who loves it. You’re much the same, though your virtuosity and obvious competence are consistently undercut by hesitation, the grace of your movements interrupted when you second-guess yourself. But these—technical prowess paired with devotion—are the basics of what makes a good figure skater. You’ll have to be flawless if you want to do well at the Olympics.
And Remus has found many flaws.
“No, no—shit!” Remus stands as you fall out of your jump again, catching yourself on your forearms. “You’re still under-rotating! Come on!”
Sirius snarls a quick “Hey!” over his shoulder before turning his back on Remus, going to help you up. He speaks to you quietly, checking you over as you stand. Remus seethes.
He has no clue why he’s been called out here to coach a pair. Remus doesn’t know pairs, has never been a part of one. He was a solo skater. And frankly, it makes him wary that what’s supposed to be the best skating pair in Britain has asked him, a former solo skater who’s been isolated from the figure skating community in general for the past two years, to coach them. But Remus does know figure skating. And he knows when skaters are making stupid mistakes behind their skill level.
“What aren’t you understanding?” asks Remus as you skate back to the edge of the rink. He really wants to know. “It’s simple. You can do this.” He knows he could have. As easy as breathing, and he would kill to have the chance again.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
Sirius’ glare is sharp as knives. He steps off the ice before you can, positioning himself between you and Remus. Your lips purse with a knowing sort of apprehension.
“Sirius…”
“No, you don’t talk to her like that,” Sirius spits. “It was a tiny mistake.”
Remus raises his eyebrows, incredulous. “I’m trying to help her! It was a giant mistake, with a simple fix. You ought to be telling her the same, unless you’re okay with your partner snapping her ankle weeks out from competition.”
“None of that means you get to fucking yell at her! Who do you think you are?”
“Okay—”
“I’m her coach,” says Remus, voice rising, “and—”
“Then coach her! Maybe if you’d give some actual fucking feedback instead of just nitpicking—”
“Okay!” Your shout cuts through the space, echoing in the empty rink and silencing the other two. “That’s enough.”
You haul Sirius back by his shoulder. Your grip doesn’t look severe enough to move him, but he goes, stepping back to your side. His eyes never leave Remus’.
Your own gaze jumps between both boys, that same spark he’d seen in you earlier burning with a different light.
“Let’s call it for today,” you say firmly. “Okay? We’ll try again tomorrow.”
Neither boy speaks, though Remus nods. It seems to be taking all of Sirius’ willpower to bite his tongue. He gets the impression it isn’t something he succeeds at often, so Remus isn’t ashamed to say that it brings him a perverse sort of joy to see it now. His tiny bit of smugness fizzles out, though, when your eyes land on him. There’s something desolate in your expression that’s a salient deviation from how you’d looked at him before. Remus has the sinking feeling that he’s disappointed you. It’s more distressing than he can account for.
“We’ll be here on time tomorrow,” you say in that same steady tone. “And my jump, I’ll work on it.”
Remus nods again. You return it, and when you turn to leave, you drag Sirius after you by his shirtsleeve, picking up your bags along your way. Remus’ mouth feels dry. His lips are chapped, his fingertips hurt from the cold, and the sight of your skates sinking into the rubbery floor makes his hip ache terribly.
It’s only once you’re nearly out of earshot that he manages to mumble, “Thank you.”
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did i hear you say you were writing another animagus!reader x regulus where they cuddle at hogwarts in each their cat forms? 🥺🥺
you know what they say, don't believe everything you hear... except for that, that's actually true
Words: 2.4k
Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, copious amounts of fluff, established relationship, bsf!remus, background wolfstar, reader and reg are kinda goody-two-shoes, platonic physical affection
Note: read more about cat!animagus!reader's shenanigans with reg, wolfstar and james here & here
Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat
What a conundrum.
Remus should take this as an opportunity to be a good friend. You have spent almost two decades showing him exactly how to do that, playing the perfect part of the sister-he-never-had, loving and supporting him through life. For never turning your back on him, Remus is sure he owes you far more than what he can ever repay you, so he should try every single day. He should be a good friend.
But it was just too funny not to.
"At what point is it our duty to wake them up?" Sirius' voice whispered in his ear, shaking with mirth.
"I'm wondering the exact same thing." Remus dragged his words out to avoid making a decision. "How long do you think we can get away with?"
"I mean, they are already 15 minutes late to their Charms lesson, so we're dead men walking for not having said anything so far."
Remus is just able to tear his eyes away from you to glance sideways at Sirius, a too-fond smile already playing over his lips as he sees the exact mischievous look on his boyfriend's face that he expected. The look he fell in love with, not that Remus would be sappy enough to think about that right now. "So what you're saying is..."
"Leave it for a while longer?" Sirius grinned.
"Leave it for a while longer." Remus confirmed, whispering through a laugh, shifting his body further into Sirius' side as he lets his eyes fall back on you.
Well. On what he and Sirius knew to be you and Regulus, but what all other students in the library thought was just two cats sleeping in an armchair.
There was an elongated square of sunlight cast onto the middle of the seat by one of the beautifully decorated windows of the ancient castle, every cat's dream spot. The green velvet covering the seat of the mahogany chair was already riddled with fur from how long the two of you had been curled up around each other in it, white, grey and black hairs mixing together. Your forms might as well be mixing together too, fluid in a way that defied physics yet looked impossibly comfortable. Remus supposed you had to milk as much pleasure out of being an animagus as possible to make that whole mandrake leaf ordeal worth it. Though you could not answer even if he asked you right now, he was sure you at this very moment thought it was.
Remus' smile widened as he saw your chest rise dramatically as you breathed a sleepy huff, turning your head over slightly and burrowing it further into Regulus' plush neck. Your little cat bodies laid facing each other, arms around each other in a way he thought looked a little too much like a human hug.
It would be the absolute picture of serenity, two young things with no care in the world but each other – had it not been for the large clock ironically hanging right behind you, reminding you that you were not supposed to be here right now.
The four of you – five before James ran off the second he spotted red hair a few shelves back – had spent your two hours of shared free periods to read up together, for once actually doing a considerable amount of studying during it. Sirius was rubbing it in your faces, yours by consequence and Regulus' by design, that you still had one lesson left for the day when you abruptly stood up and demanded that you need a study break. When you then promptly dragged Regulus off into a corner, Sirius got the karma of a lifetime as he grew very concerned about what kind of break you would be engaging in. That was until the two cats lazily strolled back in and made themselves comfortable in the chair they now claimed as theirs.
Knowing you, Remus knew you hadn't intended on falling asleep, but maybe the fact that you did meant you really needed it. Yes, surely, you must have been exhausted and your body demanded a rest, so frankly he is quite an amazing friend for ensuring you listen to your health and your needs.
"Cats shouldn't be allowed to be that cute," Sirius all but grumbled as he looked at the two of them. "I should hate them on principle, but look at them Moony!"
"Quite literally no one is demanding that you hate cats on behalf of Padfoot, Siri."
"Padfoot is!" Sirius gave him a you can't argue with that logic look, but Remus knew he could.
"Ah, yes, my boyfriend the dog," he mused, cocking an eyebrow at Sirius who promptly reached out with his finger and pulled it back down.
"I could so give you a comeback to that, but I respect you too much not to say it in public," Sirius muttered and Remus couldn't fight his laughter.
Something moving in his periphery brought his attention back on you, seeing you shift even more into Regulus which caused him to begin stirring as well. Go back to sleep, go back to sleep, Remus whispered to you in his mind.
As always, you didn't listen to him, and ever so slowly Remus saw you peel one yellow eye open, blinking blearily at the room before turning your head back towards Regulus. The greyest of your four paws came up to gently pet at the black cat's neck, almost as if you were smoothing over the fur you had ruffled in your sleep. It made Remus' heart ache with love for you both, even as his stomach was slowly dropping.
A soft prrt! escaped Regulus before he instantly began purring and tightening his hold on you with his little cat paws, nosing his head against yours. A kind of softness Regulus rarely let himself fall into in public, though this was arguably a grey area.
It almost looked like you were about to be driven back into sleep by the vibrations moving through you from Regulus' chest. Remus noticed Sirius paying attention raptly as well, which was unfortunate.
Because when you shot up out of your seat with a small squeak, jumping as if startled as you looked towards the clock – now a good 30 minutes into your 45 minutes lesson – Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter. It earned him more than a few hushes from those around, but most importantly, it earned him your head snapping around to look at him with eyes that could rival a basilisk’s.
Considering Remus was already on a streak of making disloyal choices towards his loved ones, he didn't fight his instinct to stand up from his seat and back up when you ran and jumped onto the table right in front of Sirius' face with a hiss. You slapped at him with a clawless paw to which Sirius whispered something along the lines of "hey, knock it off, be cool" while trying to hold you at arm's length. You scowled at him as aggressively as any cat could, raising your back slightly before you arguably tut-ed at him and jumped back down.
Remus fought for his life to not laugh.
You turned around and ran over to Regulus who was still lazily stretching and gaining his bearings, not an ounce of care shown towards the near-assault of his brother. Nudging him with your head towards the end of the chair, he got the point and jumped down, already falling into his usual graceful mannerisms.
Together you scurried off back into your corner.
When you came back a mere minute later Remus swore there was no difference in your facial expression. Remus carefully walked around the table – where Sirius was still sitting with a petulant pout – hands up in surrender.
You crossed your arms, leaning your weight onto your right hip as you glared at your oldest friend, clearly expecting him to speak first. Behind you Regulus was strolling over, looking like he was trying really hard to be miffed but falling just short.
“How dare you,” you said – and it was a statement, not a question.
“In my defence,” Remus started, hands still up but so were the corners of his lips. “You two looked adorable.”
“That will surely hold up real well with the professor,” you scoffed.
“We didn’t make you fall asleep, princess,” Sirius grumbled to which you turned to him with a bitch please look Remus is fairly certain you picked up from Sirius.
“Apologies for expecting my friends to have my back. How stupid of me.”
“Very stupid indeed,” Sirius murmured as he took a sip of his coffee, grimacing when he found it to be cold. He nearly spilled some when Regulus gave him a light slap up the back of the head.
Remus figured it was time to pull out the big guns.
He manoeuvred his held up hands to be stretched out towards you instead with a rueful smile as he inched closer and closer. You had a moody expression still, eyeing him with suspicion, but you didn’t move out of the way. He dared make a small cooing sound as he brought you into a hug, coddling you like one would a child after they hurt themselves to keep them from crying.
“‘M super super sorry, lovie,” Remus half-muttered half-laughed into your hair as he rocked you a little bit. Your arms were still crossed against his chest, but you were leaning into him.
“Don’t believe you, Loopy.”
Regulus snorted at that and Remus looked up at him over his shoulder and the boys shared a look of humour and shared love for you that warmed his stomach. Though when Sirius nipped at Regulus’ sleeve to get his attention, the faux-miffed expression was plastered right back on the younger boy’s face.
Siblings, Remus thought and chuckled a bit into your hair.
“You laughing at me?” you questioned incredulously.
“No, I’m laughing at our boys.” His response was quick to rid himself of any further accusations.
You instantly nodded against his shoulder. “Understandable.”
“Hey! Don’t bring me into this, amour.” Regulus' chiding tone was met with you uncrossing your arms at last, reaching a hand out behind you blindly, which he immediately took and squeezed with his own.
You let your other arm curl around Remus’ back. Forgiveness at last.
He pulled back to look down at you with a goofy grin, and was pleased to see you could no longer contain yours either. “You were really cute. Didn’t want to disturb you.”
You gave him a look. “Right, no laughing at our expense whatsoever.”
“Never.”
You gave him a light shove while you snorted, pushing him away from you. “This is what I get for my sacrifice for you?” you said as you shook your head at him not much unlike McGonagall would during detention.
“I would argue you got a pretty sweet deal with that sacrifice, doll, seeing as you can curl up with your equally sacrificial boyfriend and sleep in the library whenever.” Sirius nodded solemnly, while jutting his chin towards Regulus. “This one would never let that happen in any other form.”
“Oh, I’m sure I could’ve convinced him,” you replied, looking at Regulus with an almost salacious smile. As if to prove your point – or just to prove Sirius wrong – he came up to stand closer behind you, arms going around your waist. You leaned your weight back against him with a happy sigh.
“Disgusting,” was all Sirius offered.
You raised an eyebrow at him before turning your head sideways to give Regulus a short, sweet kiss.
“Disgusting,” he groaned once more, pressing the backs of his palms into his eyes.
“Karma,” you and Remus sing-songed at him at the exact same time in the exact same tone.
Your eyes met in surprise before you both burst out laughing, any pretend fight seeping out of you as you both beamed at each other.
Siblings, Remus found himself thinking once more.
“Well, now that we don’t have a lesson to get to anymore, I suggest we get out of here,” Regulus sighed, squeezing your hips as if to underline his point.
“Where we heading?” Sirius asked as he swung his legs out to get up.
“I don’t know where you’re going,” you started. “But Remus will go hunt down a certain Head Boy and get him to make up some excuse to Professor Flitwick for why Regulus and I did not attend class so that our absence is removed from the records.” You put on your sweetest smile as you turned towards Remus at the last part.
“Regulus, what have you done with her?!” Sirius stage-whispered his accusation at Regulus who only responded with a certain impolite gesture.
“And why would James do that?” Remus drawls, certain that his entertainment was written all over his face.
“Oh, I’m sure he owes you for something, you figure it out.” You spoke as you tried to put your bag over your shoulder to leave, but Remus and Regulus both reached for it at the same time. They gave each other a look, trying to decide who will take the literal burden, before they both turned to Sirius and dropped the bag in his lap. He rolled his eyes at the both of them, but pulled the strap over his free shoulder nonetheless.
“You are quite the minx, aren’t you?” Remus asked, going for chiding and landing somewhere along the lines of compliance.
“Learned from the best, Rem!” you cheered brightly, pressing quick smacking kisses on both his and Sirius’ cheek.
Before they could muster up a response or a reaction, you had already hauled Regulus down the halls of the library towards the exit with half-heartedly hushed giggles. The raven-haired boy looked over his shoulder right before you turned the corner with a barely-contained smile, inhibitions straw thin in your presence.
Remus understood him well.
He turned to Sirius with a pleased smile to find him already admiring his reactions from where he stood beside him.
“I get why they’re cats,” Remus mused as he interlaced their fingers, following the general direction you ran off to, ready to hunt down James and possibly claw up some furniture.
“Because they’re adorable but also massive menaces?”
Remus breathed out contently. “Yeah.”
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