#remus lupin x sirius black

[sothisart]

I’ll find you everywhere, in any part of the universe

and you’ll never be alone

[moonstruckme]

Thawing Out

This is the end guys :')

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, one vague suggestive joke

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus woke before dark this morning. Your hair tickled his cheek, and he realized that you’d drawn closer to him in the night, your body half on top of his and his arm curled around your shoulders as though to keep you there. Remus’ other arm was asleep, trapped beneath Sirius’ ribs. Somehow, on a twin bed, the three of you had managed to get close enough that there was room to spare. 

He didn’t move, but something about Remus’ waking must have caught your attention. He saw your eyes open through the darkness. You’d likely already been rousing, as he had, your body gearing up for a practice that wouldn’t be taking place today. You turned your face up to see him, and the two of you shared a fond, sleepy smile. Then you kissed his chin and went back to sleep. 

It had been a late night. Not the bad kind, but it left you all tired nonetheless. After a long day of talking to press, shaking hands, and celebrating your silver medal (not gold, but Remus reasoned that it wasn’t such a bad thing to lose to the undisputed best skating duo in a generation, and after some pouting even Sirius had agreed. When you stood next to Virtue and Moir on the podium, you’d looked so starstruck Remus was worried you’d faint) you’d been eager to be alone with each other. You’d talked until nearly morning, tenderhearted conversations that perhaps might have taken less time if you’d all been less easily distracted by each other or if Sirius hadn’t made that joke about his parents that made you fall off the bed laughing. Remus can’t bring himself to regret the detours. 

Neither of you seem to either, though Sirius laughs when you yawn in line to drop off your baggage at the airport.

“What is that, five yawns since we’ve left?” he teases, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and smushing a kiss to your cheek. “Poor girl.” 

“Shut up,” you mumble, leaning into his side. “I’m not used to being up all night like you are.” 

“Well, you’d better get used to it, baby.” 

Your brow wrinkles. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

Remus laughs, giving Sirius a little shove. Sirius responds by bumping his hip into his own suitcase, forcing Remus to readjust his grip. You shoot Sirius a condemning look. 

In the spirit of good coaching, Remus had volunteered to carry your bags. He’d been more concerned with getting you and Sirius into bed over the last few days than ensuring you were properly stretched out, so when you’d both complained of soreness this morning he felt the need to make it up. You had completely refused and said you’d carry your own, but Sirius had relinquished his hulking suitcase readily; he did, however, insist upon massaging and kissing Remus’ hip for twenty minutes before they left for the airport to prepare it for the journey. 

“Don’t worry,” Remus tells you. “You’ll have plenty of time to sleep in after today.” 

You blink. “No practice?” 

“I think you deserve a couple of days off.” 

“A couple?” Sirius raises an eyebrow. “We just won silver at the Olympics. I’d say we’re due a week at least.” 

Remus eyes him, biting back a smile. “Maybe four days,” he says. 

“God, four days.” You blow out a breath. “What are we gonna do with all that time?” 

Sirius makes a pffting sound. “Like you won’t be at the rink anyway.” 

“Like you won’t be there, too.” 

“Take some actual rest,” Remus chides, ignoring the ridiculous warmth in his chest; it’s obscene how listening to your teasing has become such a comforting familiarity. “You’ve been working hard, you need it.” 

“Alright, Coach,” Sirius says with mock solemnity. “If that’s what you think is best.” 

Remus looks at you. 

You roll your eyes, relenting. “Okay.” 

“Good.” He smiles, winding an arm around your waist and tugging you from Sirius’ hold to press a kiss to your head. 

“Hey!” Sirius protests. 

You laugh. The warmth in Remus’ chest flares again. It’s odd to think about the person he was when he left home to coach you two, and how much has changed since then. Remus had been grieving, a years-long grief, focused only on what he lost and uninterested in trying for anything new. He’d been lonely without knowing it, isolated and purposeless, but you and Sirius had defied his expectations in every way imaginable. He thought he’d simply coach you, take you to the Olympics, and go home. Now, Remus’ sense of home is different than what it was before. 

He wants to stay with you. He’ll coach you and Sirius for as long as you’ll have him, and if someday he’s not what you need anymore he’ll find someone else to coach. He thinks he’ll need to get an apartment instead of an Airbnb, someplace to unpack his things and make his own, preferably with three chairs at the kitchen table and a bed big enough for all of you. He wants to continue feeding off the energy of you and Sirius in your element, readying you for competitions, making you the best you can be. Maybe eventually Remus will get back out on the ice, too. Not like he used to, never to compete, but maybe just for fun. It doesn’t sound so daunting when he imagines skating with you and Sirius alongside him, there to catch him if he falls. 

You’re looking up at him with a small, curious smile. Remus realizes he must be looking mortifyingly in love. “What?” you ask. 

“Nothing.” He kisses you, partly because he wants to and partly to watch your smile bloom in full. It does, and Remus relishes the feeling. Like standing in a pool of sunlight. 

“Oi.” Sirius glares, relaxing only when Remus kisses him, too. He grins and takes another for himself, delivering a playful nibble to Remus’ lip. “That’s more like it.” 

“We’re going to give the woman at the counter a heart attack,” Remus notes. “She looks terribly confused.” 

“Probably just starstruck,” Sirius says without looking. 

“Oh, shit!” You smack your forehead. Remus and Sirius both frown, Sirius taking your hand in his to prevent further damage. “I was going to steal one of the Olympic mugs from the dining hall, and I forgot. I need to find a souvenir.” 

“Ooh, should we get shirts?” Sirius’ expression turns eager. “Something like I went to the Olympics and all I got was this stupid t-shirt.” 

Remus thinks of the silver medal in Sirius’ backpack and actually guffaws. Both you and Sirius beam at him. “I think you got a bit more than that.” 

You laugh and loop your free arm through Sirius’, drawing both boys close. “That’s true.” 

[my-castles-crumbling]

skiing - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 286

“Moony?”

Remus looked up from where he was gazing into the fire, shocked by Sirius’s voice. He was supposed to be long gone on the train, home for the holidays. “Sirius?” he gasped, his heart thrumming a bit. It had been doing that a lot lately around the other third-year.

Sirius, who was walking into the deserted Common Room, broke into a confused smile. “I thought you were going home!”

He shrugged, a bit abashed at being caught in the lie. “I…Full Moon is on Christmas. It’s easier for me to be here. I just didn’t want you all to feel obligated to stay.”

Sirius fixed him with an affronted look. “It wouldn’t be an obligation, Remus! We care and-”

“Well, why’re you here? I thought you were going home as well?” Remus retorted, crossing his arms and moving a bit so Sirius had room next to him on the couch.

“I decided I didn’t want to,” Sirius shrugged, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “I don’t think Mum cares enough to come get me, if we’re honest. I thought about asking one of you to come over, Peter's in France and the Potters are skiing, and I didn’t want your Muggle mum to have to deal with my family if they put up a fit, so…” he sighed. “I figured Christmas alone here was better than being with my family.” But then, a smile broke onto his face. “But now, we can spend it together, yeah? It’ll be the best Christmas ever, I reckon.”

Looking into Sirius’s shining face, Remus tried not to think too hard about why he, who was turning into a bloodthirsty monster on Christmas morning, wholeheartedly agreed.

[starlicca]

I'm sorry, but I'm one of those people who prefer to read a Wolfstar fanfic in which Sirius suffers for Remus, rather than a fanfic in which Remus spends a long time suffering for Sirius (sorry not sorry)

[uhhlifeig]

Holly - Dec. 19th - word count: 248 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Uncle Paddy! Uncle Moony!” a five-year-old Harry Potter cried, bounding over to them. “Listen, listen! Mama an’ Papa teached me a song!”

“Oh?” Sirius asked, crouching down and tilting his head. “What song did they teach you?”

“Deck th’ Halls! You wanna hear, Uncle Paddy?” Harry asked. 

“Yeah, c’mon, little Prongslet. Sing for Uncle Moony and I, yeah?”

“Okay! Deck the halls wif’ boughs of holly, fa la la la la la la la la,” Harry sang. “Tis th’ season to be jolly, fa la la la la la la la la.”

It wasn’t quite on tune, but he was really adorable, so who cared?

“Err, don we now our gay app’r’l,” Harry continued, losing steam. “Fa la la la la la la la la. Uh, I f’rgot the rest.”

“That’s okay, Harry,” Remus said, crouching down. “That was very nice. I loved it, didn’t you, Pads?”

Remus looked over at his husband, who was hiding his mouth behind his hand and turning redder and redder by the second. 

At first, Remus thought he was going to cry, but upon closer inspection, it turned out that Sirius was trying not to laugh.

“And what, exactly, is so funny, Sirius?” Remus asked. “Was it the part about gay apparel? Because I swear to Merlin-”

“I- er, no?” Sirius said, uncovering his mouth but still looking really red. “Well yes, but I was thinking of your sweaters. That’s probably some of the gayest apparel out there, Moons.”

“Shut up, Sirius.”

[daddiesdrarryy]

James: So, people are really enjoying the mistletoes we put up huh?

Peter: Yeah, especially Pads and Moony

Sirius & Remus: *full on snogging under the mistletoe*

James: Do you reckon they’ll stop any time soon—

Peter: Nope

[yourgalgremlin]

✨Slaps the roof of the Marauders fandom✨ This baby can fit so many homosexuals in it!

SIRIUS: What about me?

A03 WRITERS: You can only fit one homosexual in you.

SIRIUS: Aw 😔

A03 WRITERS: Hey have you ever heard of the omegaverse or werewolf knotting before..?

REMUS: *Spits out his firewhiskey*

[sunseekerchild]

Things my friend group said as incorrect quotes:

Remus: Why do you have a vinyl player in your backpack?

Sirius: My mother wanted to take it to work, so I hid it.

Remus: Ah, yes. Completely rational behavior.

[marigold-hills]

Never Before Like This

In the spirit of finish your shit December I have finally gotten around to writing the last chapter!

featuring the Murder of Walburga Black, morally dubious Wolfstar, lots of smut, dom/sub dynamic, and some other tuff (heed the tags!!!!)

*****

Walburga Black dies on a Tuesday. It’s a quiet night, a dark night. The kind where the moon hangs heavy in the midnight sky, where sound carries further than it should.

(A scream pierces the stillness, even through the many wards of the Black Ancestral Home.)

The next day, the front page of the Prophet reads passed peacefully in her family home. Survived by her two sons. Joins her late husband…

It’s only her in the house, when it happens. Her, and a wolf with a mind held together by Wolfsbane potion, in full awareness of its jaws, and claws, and choices.

[thatdyingacewhoneedstheirspace]

oh my fucking god... i just realized in the Marauders fandom Wolfstar (Sirius Black x Remus Lupin) is just like DCs Birdflash (Dick Grayson x Wally West) which would make Jegulus (James Potter x Regulus Black) the Marauders equivalent of Jayroy (Jason Todd x Roy Harper)

like hear me out Dick and Sirius both grew up really rich (though for Dick it wasnt till he was 9) and they're both really traumatized, meanwhile Remus and Wally had fairly normal lives but have something that makes their lives harder (lycanthropy for Remus and super speed for Wally) plus at an early point in their relationship one is pulled away (Wally getting trapped in the speed force an Sirius being imprisoned)

then Jason and Regulus both die young (though Reg doesn't come back) and they are both the younger brother with a more outgoing older brother, while James and Roy are the older brother's friend who has rich parents... honestly that's where their similarities end but it was a really funny realization

[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?

[my-castles-crumbling]

fireplace - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 146 - canon compliant

Remus heaved a deep breath, staring into the tiny, flickering flames in the fireplace, willing the embers to burn slower. He'd been putting this off for hours. Drinking his sorrows away in the last dregs of a bottle of whiskey, trying to pretend like reality wasn't pressing in on him from all sides.

But it was.

The winter of 1981 had been even more frigid than usual and the cold ate at his aching bones, while the quietness of the flat meant for two made his ears ring. So he steeled his nerves and turned to the pile of letters laid out on the hearth, silent tears splashing off of the bridge of his nose on on to the brick below.

Letters that read things like 'forever' and 'always' and 'love.'

Letters full of lies.

Letters he began to throw into the fire, one by one.

[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

[uhhlifeig]

Skiing - Dec. 20th - word count: 202 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Hey, Remus. Have you ever gone skiing?” Sirius asked absent-mindedly.

The two were on Sirius’s bed, and Remus was reading while Sirius was doodling little pictures in his sketchbook.

“What makes you think I have, Sirius?” Remus said, looking up from his book and quirking a brow. “I’m intrigued.”

“Wait. Are you telling me that you’ve never been skiing before? Ever?” Sirius exclaimed. “Well then, we must go! I can put that on our bucket list, actually-”

“Wait. Wait. What?” Remus asked, not quite comprehending. “What bucket list?”

“Our bucket list, dummy. Japan, Bowie, and now skiing. We’ll go someday. Oh, and I’m paying,” Sirius stated, as if it were obvious.

“But why’d you do that for me, Padfoot?” Remus asked, genuinely stunned. “There’s better ways to spend your money.”

“As if,” Sirius snorted, rolling over onto his back so that he was now facing the ceiling. “Mother and Father would die if I spent all of the Blacks’ money on you, and I’m hoping to send them to an early grave. Also, it’d make you happy.”

“But-”

“Shush,” Sirius said, putting a finger over Remus’s lips. “You’re getting a ski resort and that’s final.”

“A ski resort?! Sirius, what the fuck?”

[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