#remus lupin x sirius black

[my-castles-crumbling]

first fight - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 366

"Fuck off, Remus!" Sirius shouts across the room, wrenching the curtains of his bed closed and leaving the other boy standing there, stunned.

In their year and a half of friendship, it's the first real fight they've ever been in. Sure, they've argued a bit over who gets the last piece of pie or who has to dig in the dirt during Herbology, but this...this leaves Remus with a dark, terrifying sense of dread. Like there's something eating at his intestines, leaving gaping holes there.

He wants to turn around and storm off. Because most of his brain is telling him that this makes sense: Sirius has realized he's worthless and is doing what he should have done a long time ago.

But he's also smart, and he saw the little piece of parchment curled in Sirius's right had- the deep black-green of the seal, the crest of the Black family pressed into wax.

So he huffs out a furious breath and surges forward, ripping the curtains back to find a quietly sobbing Sirius sitting there, arms around his knees.

"So," he says softly, his voice firm and low. "You're going to be a prick to me because you got shit news from home? Seems pretty shit of you, I bet that'd make Mummy proud."

Sirius's face twists into fury, and Remus is half sure he's going to start throwing punches, so he heads him off, speaking louder, folding his arms across his chest. "Go ahead, Sirius. Do your worst."

"Fuck off!" Sirius nearly screams, tears streaming down his face.

"No!" Remus yells back, voice louder than it's ever been, surprising even himself. "I'm not going anywhere, Sirius!"

And then they stare at each other for a long moment, both stunned by what's just happened. Sirius's tears cease, and he hands the letter to Remus, sniffling. "She's horrible..." he murmurs, looking down.

"I know," Remus whispers, feeling strangely light, pulling him into a hug. "You're nothing like her, you know."

"...Thanks."

It's a while later before Remus realizes: That was the first time he's ever been able to yell at anyone without fear that they would leave him for it. He's not sure what it means.

[uhhlifeig]

First Kid - Jan. 19th - word count: 431 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“So,” Sirius started nervously. “I, uhm, did a thing.”

Remus exhaled, crossing his arms. “What happened this time when I was away teaching? Did you accidentally fly your motorcycle into another house?”

“Shuddup,” Sirius pouted. “No, I did something else.”

“And what is this… something else?” Remus asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Did you maybe sire a kid I wasn’t aware of in the six months I was away?”

Sirius flushed guiltily, looking away from his husband.

Remus’s jaw hit the floor. “You didn’t actually have a child with someone, did you? Because I swear to fuck that if you did-”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Sirius said hastily. “I would never cheat on you, Moony!”

“But you got a kid,” Remus frowned. “From where? Sirius, did you kidnap a child?”

“Well, no,” Sirius said slowly. “Not technically. I got him from an alleyway. Kid probably ran from home.”

“And you formed a bond with the child, correct?” Remus asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Sirius nodded guiltily, looking very much like a kicked dog.

“Alright. So, if we’re adopting a child off the streets, can I at least meet said child?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, sure- wait, what?” Sirius said as the words registered. “You’re letting us adopt him?” 

“Of course, dummy,” Remus said, rolling his eyes fondly. “You’ve apparently bonded with said kid, and since you found him in an alleyway then I’m assuming he has nowhere else to go. We basically have to adopt him now.”

Sirius beamed. “I love you so much, Moonbeam,” he exclaimed. 

“Love you too. Now, do I get to meet the kid or not?”

“Oh, right. Teddy,” Sirius said, turning around. “You can come out now.”

A little head of bright teal hair poked out from the doorway. 

“Hullo,” the boy said. “I’m Teddy.” He toddled over to Sirius’s side, clinging onto his pant leg. Then, without warning, his hair turned bright pink.

“Sirius, why the hell does the child change hair colors?” Remus frowned. “Do we need to get that checked out?”

Sirius laughed. “No, Moons. He’s a Metamorphmagus. You know, like the people who can change their appearance at will? That’s why he was tossed out, actually. His parents are Muggles, so…” he trailed off.

“Ah. So, what I’m hearing is that we have a shapeshifting Marauder-in-training now.”

“Yep!” Sirius grinned. “Prongs and Lils are going to have a fit when I tell them. We’ll have two mini Marauders on our hands now, Remus, isn’t that great?”

“Very great. We’re giving him to Lily for the moons though, alright?” Remus sighed.

“Deal.”

[mushroom-enby]

I had this weird dream once, when I was like completely obsessed with Wolfstar (I still am, just, y'know, I'm obsessed with more than one thing now)

That Remus would be having a fight?? Saying something like this. And Sirius' response was like. Put on a red hood. And it was so fucking ridiculous Remus had to laugh. And. Idk I think I had a vision.

big bad wolf

i’m back at my marauders bullshit😌 apparently once you’re in this fandom you’ll never get out

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

"if i say you could never touch me, you'd come over and say i look lovely," is peak sirius working through his problems x remus who'd wait for him forever

[rxsilabeth--er]

Hiya ! Would you do a wolfstar x fem!reader where reader is sick and both boys take care of her ?? Please, also <3

:: The sick and the dicks.

Now calling....Author: "Hello, thank you for this request!! I adore it so much!! Made specifically for my friend @skyrigel. I adore them!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "The upsurge of sudden sickness in Hogwarts after a series of heavy rains lead to you being stuck in bed, the hospital wing filled with Madame Pomfrey running around, so you're left to your own devices..Which are your two boyfriends."

Now calling....Warnings: "Sickness. Underage smoking and drinking. cigarettes. Very badly made soup. throwing up (for emetophobic folks like me out there), cursing?

The heavy rain was not stopping at all, as Remus used his wand to turn the page of his book, his other hand simply moving in circles to move a spoon over cauldron filled with soup, which was placed atop makeshift...fire, as one would say, because there was no stove.

You on the other hand were dying from sickness as Sirius kept rambling your ears off by telling how Marlene was being a bitch to him today.

"And she the AUDACITY to tell me my hair look greasy when she hasn't washed hers in two wee-",

"Okay, enough, Pads...You're gonna yap 'em to death" Remus said sighing as he continued to move his finger in circles in the air to stir the pot of soup, which honestly makes you and Remus grimace a bit at the sight of..

There was water, salt, chicken?? and a few other stuff, you weren't sure..it definitely did not look like a soup and Sirius does not have the comprehension of what is food and what is not because his mum barely gave him nice food...

But Sirius decided it was a "magical" recipe, pun intended, and it'll heal you up. so after a while, Sirius took the soup and poured it, as you and Remus looked at each other, "Oh hell no.."

"Uhm, Sirius. Why don't you go get some lemonade for poppet? Hm?" Remus suggests removing the strip of wet cloth he tied around your house to soak it in water again to calm your fever as you hoped he'd take it and leave this abomination of a soup.

"Hm, Sure!" he said, hurriedly walking out as Remus soaked the cloth in water before squeezing as much water as possible before tying it on your forehead again, just as Sirius came back, "Oh..yeah, I didn't tell ya'...Kitchen's close off cause one or two of the house elves have gotten sick".

oh fuck....

Remus only looked at you, not even bothering to assure you he can save you and turned around, stopping the spoon and lighting himself a cigarette to forget the interaction that was going to occur as Sirius sat in front of you, holding the bowl of whatever concoction he brewed while you smiled,

"Actually, I feel so much better now-", "you'll feel BETTERER!" Sirius said, smiling widely as he held the bowl to you, making you almost hurl your stomach and intestines out from the smell,

"Uh, I don-",

"Yes, you do need it!!"

"bu-" "MORE BUTTER IN THE SOUP?!"

"....No.."

You smiled awkwardly, trying not to show your disgust as Remus only prayed to god to let his two lovers survive until he can marry them and asks god to take care of you, if this is your last day here, as you hold the bowl to your lips, closing your nose.

Pinching your nose shut as to not breath in or out, you began drinking it, almost feeling your stomach get worse within seconds, but you held it in, drinking it while Sirius watched with starry eyes in delight. In his eyes, you were getting fixed, in your eyes...you were going to throw up and die...

Stop your breathing, you swallowed it down..oh god, it felt like soft squishy bug guts doing down, swinging down your throat and you hold your breath to not gag infront of Sirius as you kept a smile while Remus as honestly crying.

He couldn't even turn to you two without crying for you, incase you died...

Somehow you finished as Sirius put the bowl away after Remus somehow convinced him, it was enough and he didn't need to feed you the entire bowl. You laid back, wiping your mouth as you chewed on some cucumber to take out the smell, sighing in relief.. It was that bad, honestly, as you let out a soft hiccup, which let out thee aftertaste of the soup..you had no idea why you were being so-

And you felt your throat constrict as you emptied out your stomach's content on the floor...onto James' jumper... great, while Remus and Sirius froze. Your breath finally felt happy while you felt like you should cry at the state of the sweater, you were gonna say something-

And suddenly James came in, smiling and bright, "Black and Evans smiled at me-" his eyes fell onto the jumper with vomit, and his smiled faded and that glint came onto it, "who did this?"

And you sighed, you had no choice but to admit it..

Your hand flew up and pointed at SIRIUS, while Remus did the same, "this bastard threw up after tasting his horrible soup, after we told him no" Remus said and now you two were left snuggling against each other while Sirius was being dragged out by a livid James,

"YOU BOTH ARE SUCH FUCKING DICKS!"...

"Sorry, Sirius.." you and Remus didn't feel sorry..

© This writing work belongs to me, rxsilabeth--er, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!

[randommmthoughts]

Moon

Piercing, analysing, dreaming eyes

Coloured alike to the moon

Everytime our gazes meet

You make me swoon

Enflaming me without knowing

Personality of a fire

Every time I see you

My heartrate’s higher and higher

Big black curls

Like the beach at night

What I would do

To be the moon regulating those tides

Laughter rolling trough the halls

Your humour sounding like thunder

Distracting me from anything

Making me go under

[skyrigel]

People have the audacity to say they weren't fucking.

[logolepsy-babble]

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?

[propussyslayer]

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

[my-castles-crumbling]

first kid - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 208

They arrived back late to their little flat, stupid grins still plastered on their faces from staring at baby Harry.

"He's doing well. Perfectly healthy," James had whispered to them as Lily passed the sleeping newborn to Sirius, who cooed with excitement.

"He's beautiful," Sirius had corrected, eyes as huge as dinner plates, obviously immediately falling in love with the boy in his arms.

And as Remus had looked on, wrapping one arm around Sirius's waist, lifting the other hand to play with Harry's positively miniscule fingers, he had pictured what this might be like if they were holding a different child. Their own.

So as they returned to their own flat, Remus turned to a beaming but exhausted-looking Sirius and swallowed thickly, nervous to bring up the subject they'd never really broached. "Erm..so. Kids. They're..."

But Sirius's eyes immediately lit up, because as always, he could read Remus like a book. "You want them? Really?" he asked, voice full of thrilled hope.

"I...just...it felt nice. Us...a baby...maybe someday..." Remus whispered, mind already thinking through all of the possibilities.

But Sirius's arms, wrapping securely around his waist, grounded him. "I would love that, Moony. I love you."

For now, he just allows himself to smile, enjoying Sirius's warmth.

[uhhlifeig]

First Fight - Jan. 20th - word count: 289 - @wolfstarmicrofic

This wasn’t their first fight. Far from it, actually. 

However, it was their first real fight.

“Moony,” Sirius pleaded. “I swear, I didn’t mean it-”

“Didn’t mean it?” Remus fumed, pacing up and down the dorm. “Didn’t mean it? You didn’t mean to tell Snape? Did it just slip out, perhaps?” he snapped.

“No, Moony, I just-”

“Don’t call me that,” Remus snarled, whipping around to face Sirius. “You don’t get to call me that anymore. Not after that fucking stupid stunt you pulled. I could have killed him, Sirius.”

“I know, Remus,” Sirius sighed. “You think I don’t know that?”

“Well, you obviously didn’t know it well enough, considering you still told him where I was.” Remus started pacing again. “Really, Sirius. What was the whole point of this?”

“I’m not sure,” Sirius whispered, suddenly subdued. “I don’t know. I just remember wanting to hurt him.”

“So you used me?” Remus asked, fired up again. He stopped pacing, instead walking towards Sirius. “You fucking used me as a weapon against Snape? What the fuck?”

Sirius looked down at his feet. “I guess so,” he admitted quietly. “Dunno what came over me, but yeah. That’s… probably it.”

And if Remus wasn’t seeing red before, he sure saw it now. “Get out, Sirius,” he hissed. “Fucking leave. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Sirius nodded, not looking up, and moving towards the exit. “I love you, Remus,” he said, turning around as he pushed the door open.

“That sucks, ‘cause we’re over,” Remus spat. “Leave.”

As the door clicked shut, the fight drained out of his body. He grabbed one of Sirius’s abandoned leather jackets and curled up in his bed, sobbing for the lover that had betrayed him.

@estellethewriter

[daddiesdrarryy]

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

[loonylupin2]

The eyes of the Moon and the Star

[melstinybrain]

*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.

[moonstruckme]

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.”

[crescenthistory]

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.”