#sirius is a tease

[calamitoustide]

james would 100% drunk text regulus like this

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Moonstruck

@wolfstarmicrofic February 12, word count 354

Sirius sighed dreamily from across the courtyard. “What’s going on, Sirius?” Lily asked as she sat on the edge of the wall with him. 

“Nothing,” He sighed again, not taking his eyes off Remus. 

“Does he know?” She asked, shuffling closer and pressing the side of her face against his to make it even more obvious that Sirius was staring at Remus. He reached out and flipped her long red hair over his black curls because he knew how much she hated people messing with her hair. “Well, does he?” She asked again, choosing to ignore his manhandling of her hair. 

“No.” He sighed heavily again, resting his chin in one hand and Lily’s in the other. 

“Well, he must be the most oblivious person in this school; even Filch’s cat knows you fancy him. Look at you, you’re totally mooning over him. You’re moonstruck!” She said, poking him in the side as she sniggered at her conclusion. Just at that moment, Remus looked up and their eyes met. He gave the pair an odd look before shaking his head and going back to the book he was pouring over. 

Lily yanked her head away from Sirius’s, her hair snagging on his curls before pulling free and flowing down her back. Her eyes glittered cheekily at him as she leant over and whispered in his ear. “He totally knows. Go ask him out.” 

Suddenly, Sirius found himself being shoved off the low wall and being frog-marched across the courtyard. Lily deposited him in front of Remus and declared loudly, “Sirius has something he wants to ask you,” and promptly walked off, leaving Sirius feeling completely embarrassed and terrified. He decided to get it over with. 

“Remus, do you want to go on a date with me?” He blurted out. Remus blinked at him, shocked by his blunt question. He recovered quickly and reached out to grab the front of Sirius’s robes, dragging him closer. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smiled before carefully pressing a kiss on Sirius’s lips. Sirius couldn’t keep the joy off his face. He had a date with Remus Lupin.

[rosekillerbf]

sirius has a mixtape with “Sirius’ cool hardcore punk-rock” written on it, with a black skull drawn next to the title in Sharpie

There is not a single hardcore punk-rock song on that tape, it’s all songs that remind him of Remus. From Remus’ favourite songs, to love songs that make him think of Remus, to the song he thinks should be their first dance. It’s sappy and adorable and Sirius thinks he’s being all cool and mysterious but Remus is absolutely aware of it

[fallinghunhan]

no one ever talks about how young snape actually was when he became a professor at hogwarts and how he's the youngest in the staff. i want more fics where he's the baby of the staff and treated as such. like i wanna see everyone being protective of him

[lulublack90]

Prompt 4 - Wrap

@jegulus-microfic January 4, Word count 236

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“James, you’ve returned!!!” Sirius crowed loudly as James walked back through the portrait hole. 

“That was a rather long bath, James, even for you,” Remus said, quirking an eyebrow over the top of his book. 

“We thought you’d drowned,” Peter added, looking James up and down. 

“Then we thought maybe you’d finally convinced Evans to go out with you, but then we saw her with old Snivellus, and then we ran out of ideas because who else could you have been with?” Sirius asked, sitting up from his stretched-out position on the sofa. Peter’s eyes bugged out of his head as they flashed between James and Sirius. James gave him a pointed look, and he excused himself to go play a game of chess with one of the fourth years. 

“I pulled a muscle at quidditch practice, so I had a long hot bath to help soothe it,” It was the first thing he could think of. 

“Then why didn’t you go and see Madam Pomfrey?” Remus asked quizzically. “She has all sorts to help sore muscles,”

“Call me old-fashioned, I prefer to soak,” James answered, hoping they would wrap their questioning up soon as he was beginning to break out in a nervous sweat. Remus shrugged and went back to his book. 

“That may be so, Prongs, my old friend, but how do you explain that hickey on your neck?” Sirius smirked. Damn it Reg!

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[mbsoblack]

Sirius: You know you had a good meal when you can't walk or stand straight after it

Remus: Hm, with you it works in other way as well

Sirius: What?

Remus: ...

Sirius: REMUS!!

James: Can you both shut up?! I'm still trying to finish my breakfast!!

[grimst4rs]

“how about breakfast at one in the afternood?” james asked, sitting crosslegged on the toilet lid.

“‘fy’gopick’tup,” sirius mumbled.

“i didn’t catch that, mate,” he smiled sweetly up to his friend. “and, besides, i thought it was rather impolite of one to talk while their toothbrush was still in their mouth.”

sirius spat out the toothpaste, then cleared his mouth with water. “i said if you go pick it up. and you shouldn’t be the one complaining, shower concert.”

james rolled his eyes. “reckon i could make wormtail wake up and join me.”

“he’s still asleep, so i doubt that,” sirius said, leading the way out of the bathroom and rolling down on remus’ bed. “he’ll just be complaining about you waking him up again.”

“wha’s that?” remus asked, bleary eyed, propping himself up with his elbow, his back still pressed to the mattress.

“james suggested having breakfast at this great hour. oh, and i snogged a girl to the dorm last night,” sirius rolled his eyes, “or so i’ve heard.”

“if you did, poor her, because you fell asleep the second your cheek hit the pillow,” james said, jovially, giving peter a friendly shake. “come on, drag your arse out of bed so we can get breakfast, mate!”

after fifteen minutes of thorough complaining, the two of them left the dorm, closing the door behind them.

“how much time’s that, anyway?” remus asked, his lips pressed to sirius’ already, who pulled himself up on his knees, the mattress dipping under the weight of both of them.

“who cares,” he answered, moving his hand to remus’ neck. ever since they’d started doing that, it seemed like neither of them could get enough of it. which was unfortunate, considering the fact that neither of their friends knew (or, remus suspected, james knew, yet he decided to be sensible enough and say nothing) and that their time alone was extremely limited (and therefore, valuable).

remus chuckled against sirius’ lips, and almost felt him roll his eyes at him.

“so, tell me, who’ve you snogged last night, mate?”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Crunch

@jegulus-microfic January 6, Word count 286

Previous part First part

James snorted into his pumpkin juice as he watched Regulus dump a pot of stew on his friend Barty.

“You alright, Prongs? Sirius asked, patting his friend on the back.

“Yeah, sorry. I think Crouch just pissed off your brother,” He was careful not to call him Reg. Sirius would know something was up in an instant. He was many things, but Sirius Black was not an idiot.

“Ha!” He barked. “I wonder what he did. My darling brother isn’t one for large dramatics,” Sirius shrugged and went back to his own bowl of stew, missing the small scrap of parchment fluttering into James’s hand as Regulus strode out of the Great Hall. James carefully glanced down at it and read the words he’d hoped to read in Regulus’s elegant script. ‘Come-and-go room.’ He wasn’t asking James he was telling him. James didn’t care either way and began to wolf down his dinner. He wrapped up a couple of slices of Bakewell tart, slipping them into his pocket.

“See you guys later,” He said to the others as he jumped up from the table and began to walk away.

“Oi, Prongs, where are you going?” Sirius called after him.

“Nowhere,” James grinned.

“He’s going to get the other side of his neck sucked,” Remus teased, blowing loud, smacking kisses at him as he hurried out of the door. 

He’d barely made it two steps when he heard a crunch from under his shoe. He lifted his foot and found a very squished snail. Huh, he thought, why would a snail be inside the castle? But he put it out of his mind as he climbed the marble stairs up towards where Regulus was waiting for him.

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[daenysx]

thinking about sirius black with hair pulling kink i'm definitely gonna write about it (don't forget to check the tags!!)

[neverenoughmarauders]

Because it is too cute <3

'Shut it,' Potter said, scowling at Black as they exited the classroom of Madame Maxwell.

'I haven't said a thing,' Black said, smirking.

'Let's keep it that way,' Potter said, as all the Gryffindors headed towards the History of Magic classroom.

'So,' Black said in a seemingly casual tone, 'Madame Maxwell is really something, isn't she.'

Potter nodded, carefully: 'She's the real deal.'

'And really pretty, if you're into older women. Mind you, compared to your mum she must be quite young.'

Black ducked to avoid Potter's fist.

'What did you do that for? I am just saying, I can understand why you'd find such a refined lady attract - ouch.' This time, Potter had found his target.

'Oh stop it, Black,' Mary Macdonald said, 'I think it's cute how Potter blushed every time she spoke to him.'

'Watch it, Macdonald,' Potter growled.

[hotchfiles]

Aaa I loved ur lil thing about Sirius finding out ur a vinyl collector, but I’m broke asf and I collect CDs instead 💔 can u do something about Sirius and CDs please????? If it’s okay <3

send me one of my boys + a prompt

sirius + reader ⋆ seeing your cd collection for the first time

"Wait wait, what's that?" You hear his voice far from you when he was supposed to be following you to the kitchen, you walk back and see Sirius pointing to your glass protected shelf, filled to the brim with CDs, a silly hobby turned into a very serious and loved collection. You shrug, thinking you had already mentioned it to him, "my CD collection, mostly classics, y'know? Beatles, Bowie, Fleetwood Mac, some Rolling Stones," you mention the first ones that come to your mind, but you know there are many more than that, still, those already make his eyes shine like the star he's named after, his fingers fidgeting the glass begging to open their enclosure and see it all up close, you think for a while, but eventually comes closer, taking his hand out so you yourself can open the glass door. "Be careful or I'll kill you." Still, the threat slips your lips but to him it sounds like a song and his best way to sing along is to kiss you for the first time, a quick, teasing one, and he smirks into it before letting you go and going back to your collection, taking a bunch of cds out to explore.

[noel-levine-fan]

i love these 3 with all my heart

[waltzreprise]

#WolfstarComfortfest2024

Day 24: Road Trip 🔥

I'm late again sorry 🙃

I hope you like it ❤️

[evermoreismychild]

Sirius: *finds out about james and regulus*

Sirius: I CANT BELIEVE THIS

Sirius: YOU BROTHERFUCKING TRAITOR

Sirius: I GUESS ITS TRUE WHEN THEY SAY DONT TRUST ANYONE BECAUSE I TRUSTED YOU JAMES AND YOU BETRAYED ME

Sirius: IM SO ANGRY I CANT EVEN LOOK AT YOU

Sirius: I CANT BELIEVE—

Remus: weren’t you just betting $50 they’d get together by christmas?

Sirius:

James:

Regulus:

[grimst4rs]

nose piercing sirius black supremacy

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Frost

@wolfstarmicrofic December 29, word count 816

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He took a deep breath and unlocked the door at the top of the stairs that led to his flat. Flat was a generous name for it. Bedsit was probably more accurate. It was all one room, but he’d sectioned off where his bed sat with a collection of blankets he’d collected from charity shops and sewn together. He’d thought the giant picture of a grey tabby kitten on a hot pink background had been funny when he put it in the centre of the fabric divide, but now he felt ridiculous. He cringed inwardly. He could hardly hide it either. It was the first thing your eye was drawn to when you entered the place. 

He heard Sirius snort behind him. 

“Interesting decorating choices,” he said. Remus turned to look at him, but Sirius was only teasing; there was no judgment there—well, maybe a little. 

“Please, sit,” Remus told Sirius, waving his hand towards the bright green sofa he’d got off a guy from across the street who was moving out and hadn’t found anyone to buy it. It was horribly uncomfortable. Whoever had designed it clearly didn’t have a spine, or else it wouldn’t have been so bad to sit on. It did, however, fold flat into a single bed. Remus tended to drop it flat when he used it and piled his duvet and pillows behind him to lean on while he played Crash Bandicoot. He was on the lookout for a replacement, but sofas were damn expensive. 

Sirius sat down and gazed around the room, taking everything in while Remus flitted about tidying up. He’d left plates, chocolate wrappers and, to his absolute horror, a pair of socks on the coffee table. He snatched them up and threw everything in the kitchen area, bar the socks. They went in the hamper outside his minuscule bathroom. 

“What do you want to drink?” He asked, coming back to where Sirius was waiting patiently for him. “I have tea, coffee, water?” He said the last item with a smile stretching his lips, unable to keep a straight face. 

“Hmmm, actually, I’d kill for a cuppa. Black, no sugar. Please,” Sirius answered, wiggling on the sofa, trying to find a comfortable spot. Remus was a bit stunned. You didn’t find many people who drank tea like he did. It was a staple when he went out to remind everyone not to put milk in his drinks. They got it right about half the time. 

He came back with two steaming cups of tea and a plate of chocolate hobnobs. Sirius reached out and grabbed one. 

“I’m liking you more and more Remus,” Sirius beamed at him as he bit into the chocolate-oaty biscuit “Although. I’m sorry Remus, but is there something wrong with your sofa?” He complained, cracking his shoulders as he stretched his back. 

“Erm, yeah, sorry, it's shit. It was free. Here, hop up, and I’ll put it how I normally have it.” Sirius obediently got up, and Remus quickly dropped the sofa flat. He walked behind the blanket curtain and grabbed everything off his bed, making sure there weren’t any pants hidden in them, and plopped them down onto the sofa bed. He manoeuvred his pillows and duvet until he’d made a little backrest for them both. Sirius just stared at him when he was done. 

“Is this your idea of getting me into your bed?” Sirius asked, the corners of his lips twitching as he tried to hold in his laughter. Remus blushed beet-red. 

“Oh—er—no, I swear—I…” Sirius clapped him on the back and got onto the makeshift seating. He shuffled until he was comfortable and looked up at Remus expectantly. Remus didn’t know what else to do but sit down and turn the TV on.

He couldn’t remember what he’d been watching, but when he turned the DVD player on, the beginning of an episode of A Touch of Frost was playing. 

“Are you watching Frost?” 

“Er yeah, the entire box set was in the charity shop down the road for a fiver and I couldn’t pass up the bargain. I don’t have a TV licence, so I just watch DVDs…” He petered out. He didn’t know why he kept oversharing. Sirius didn’t need to know all this. “I have loads of movies and stuff if you want to pick one?” Sirius turned to him with his mouth aghast. 

“Are you mental? Don’t you dare turn Frost off,” And just to make sure Remus didn’t, Sirius snatched the remote out of his hand and put it out of his reach. Remus was slightly taken aback, but when he sat back and Sirius moved so he was pressed up against Remus, he forgot to care, and they watched a few episodes of A Touch of Frost while they drank their tea and munched their way through the biscuits.  

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