#unresolved wolfstar

[shrewfern]

crestfallen

sirius black x reader page count: 3 word count: 1386 summary: remus is jealous of you and sirius /// ‘...and so, we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly —’ “OH, GROSS!” a voice cried from the stairway as the slamming of a heavy door echoed.  Remus inhaled and just as deeply exhaled, the sound of footsteps pounding their way down the stone stairs. Less than five seconds later, a traumatized James appears at the foot of the threshold.  “Moony!” James wailed as he pointed to the stairwell, the annoying aura of that one gross, sticky, smelly kid who wore that zip-up creeper hoodie from elementary school palpable, “Moony, they’re snogging agai-ai-aiinnnnn!!!” “I know,” Remus sighed, putting his book down. And he did know, he’s accidentally walked in on Sirius and [y/n] making out more times than he can count. Be it in the dorm rooms, the common room, the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch pitch — everywhere! Every-fucking-where! They were practically glued at the tongue! “I know,” Remus repeated with the air of a soldier who buried his heart with his fallen country. “I know.”

Normally during breakfast, Remus could hardly keep his eyes off Sirius. Strangely, though, as of the past few weeks, when [y/n] infiltrated the Marauders, he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. But he didn’t feel the same way he did when he looked at Sirius. No, no, when he looked at Sirius, he felt…warm. Happy. Content with life. But [y/n]?? Fucking [y/n]????? He wanted to tear out their spine and shove it down their Sirius-sucking throat! Like, actually. Who the bitch do they think they are? But, he kept that to himself; it wasn’t very socially acceptable to tear off your boyfriend—I MEAN BOY BEST FRIEND's partner’s nails. So, he sat there, hunched over his...his… What—what is that? Beans on a bagel?? God, British people are a bunch of freaky deakies.  Okay, okay, so he ate his bean bagel and by god was he royally pissed at the mere thought of  Sirius wrapping an arm around this hoe. But that they were actually doing it???? In front of him???? What the actual skibidi toilet??? Sirius should have his arms wrapped around HIM — wait that’s kinda gay tho.

Despite his eternal rage, time moves on. During Potions, Sirius helped [y/n] cut their dandelion roots, even though, “THEY’RE TOTALLY CAPABLE OF DOING IT THEMSELVES,” Remus explained in a loud “whisper” to James and Peter. Somehow both of them were totally oblivious to the fact that [y/n] was clearly taking advantage of his lover – I mean their age-old friend. Yep, friend. Friend, friend, friend. That’s what Sirius is to Remus, a friend. Golly, what a weird word, “friend”. Like, friend? I barely know her! Friend…Sounds weird haha. God, [y/n] is such a fucking dickwad.

Transfiguration. Turning a rabbit into a bo’oh’o’wa’er. Easy, right? WRONG! I dunno, man, shit’s hard when some stupid fucking hoebag is busy fucking giggling in your goddamn ear! “Wdym ‘in your ear’ they’re literally in the seat adjacent to you,” James said plainly. Where the hell James learned the word “adjacent” is a concern beyond Remus’ line of sight. This bitch is literally high-key on god no cap so annoying. Like actually. It’s the kind of annoying where the people in front of you are walking slowly but there’s no way to walk around them so you just have to try to not push them over times a hundred. “Lupin, your rabbit!” A girlish voice behind him squealed. In his train of malicious thought, Remus nearly suffocated the poor thing…It was [y/n]’s fault, though! If they weren’t shrieking like a maniac whenever Sirius breathed in their general direction, he wouldn’t have been so pissed off.

“Ummmm…” [y/n] hums, turning Remus’ porcelain teacup clockwise, glancing at a book every so often. They were reading each other's tea leaves, and for whatever reason, the Divination professor must hate Remus. Why else would she pair him with [y/n]? Fucking [y/n]!  At least they weren’t able to manipulate Sirius now, but still… God damn, [y/n] is such a stupid asswipe. Looking up at him with those STUPID eyes, they said, “Well, here you’ve got a…a spider web over here,” they looked back at their book, “That could represent jealousy…” DAMN RIGHT. “But in it,” they went on, “is a heart.” They looked from the drenched tea leaves to Remus. “Are you jealous of someone?” they asked innocently. Well, innocently enough; Remus could see the snakeish gleam in their eyes — the serpent that lies beneath the innocent flower.  ‘ArE yOu JeAlOuS oF sOmEoNe?’ NO YOU DUMB BITCH THAT’S STUPID. Being jealous is for pussies, and by god Remus is NOT a pussy. But y’know who is? [y/n]. Honestly, he could bitchslap that dumdum right here, right now. Who knows, it might be like in the cartoons when someone gets hit in the head a second time and they go back to being themselves. “No, that’s silly,” Remus replied calmly, looking into their pink porcelain teacup.  Crack! Remus is holding [y/n]’s cup so calmly, he accidentally cracked it! Once again, this is obviously [y/n]’s fault! If they weren’t so stupid, he wouldn’t have strangled the cup. I mean, hell, if they didn’t exist, all of the world’s problems would be solved! No more hunger, no more war, no more dating Sirius — Sirius would be single and ready to mingle. Ready to mingle. Ready. To. Mingle. Mingle. Mingle with Remus — wait what. 

The rest of the day continued in a similar fashion: Sirius and [y/n] h*ling h*nds, Remus strangling whatever he was holding, and James and Peter trying to calm Remus down.

Honestly, who the hell do they think they are? (“Remus, a word?”) “You look very pretty today [y/n],” Sirius cooed. (“Remus.”) Remus couldn’t see the appeal. (“Remus?”) Maybe if they ate all that makeup instead of smearing it all over their face, they might actually look tolerable on the inside — “REMUS!”  Remus snapped his murderous gaze from [y/n] to James. “Remus,” James said, gesturing to a corner (the same one Sirius and [y/n] were making out in exactly three hours, twelve minutes, and forty-two seconds ago), “a word?” No response. “Now?” “What?!” Remus hissed once they made it to the corner. “Dude what the actual hell??” “What do you mean what the hell?!” “Moony, you’ve been a total bitch all day!” “Nuh-uh!” “Yes the fuck you have been!” James whispered loudly. “Honestly, you’re being a jealous bitch!” And it was true: Remus has been a total beta all day. In fact, it was more than all day; he’d been a total beta all last week, too. And the week before. And before…and before… Then it hit him: I’m in love with Sirius.  He looked at [y/n]. They were in Sirius’ lap, a loving smile plastered across their stupid face. But it wasn’t just their lips curled in adoration, it was their eyes too. Their eyes were love-sick as they looked at Sirius.  Remus’ heart fell; Sirius had the same look on his gorgeous face when he looked at [y/n]. At [y/n].  And so, there Remus stands, the ugly scowl that crossed his horrendous, scar-drawn face when he looked at [y/n] tilted into a frown. The eyes that had gone green with envy softened as water threatened to break through them. He loved Sirius and couldn’t stand the thought of him being with someone else, yet here he is. He clumsily picked up his heart as it lay there dying.  Honestly, why was he even making such a big deal about any of this? He was a werewolf for crying out loud, a werewolf! Who on this god-forsaken earth would want to even think about being with him — hugging him, holding his hand, welcoming him home after a long night’s work with a warm smile, placing a kiss on his scarred lips. Why would someone even think about laughing at his stupid jokes, dancing the rainy night away to some slow jazz, holding him late at night, not caring that he was a grotesque beast.  Why would anyone even think about looking at him…looking at him the way Sirius looks at [y/n]? Remus loved Sirius, but it was too late. With a defeated sigh, Remus turned his pitiful gaze from his fargone lover to James. “I know,” Remus murmured, burying his heart with his fallen love.

[uh-shhmeg]

i can't stop thinking about my new favorite trope, a little bit horrible for each other but so in love

[crescenthistory]

Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: Your and Regulus' private study session is interrupted by one Barty Crouch Junior who is inviting you on a triple date. You remind him for the thousandth time, that you aren't dating.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: not proofread (who's got the time), fem!reader, longing, barty being barty, featuring wolfstar, rosekiller and james, fluff, sitting/half-cuddling without leaving space for god, typical marauders cursing and banter, me attempting to improve my dialogue and comedy, unresolved mutual pining, light discussion of black siblings drama, reader and regulus are teased relentlessly

Note: part two & part three

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The Hogwarts Library was always slightly more still and calm on Saturdays, a luxury you made sure to never miss out on.

In a hidden-away corner, you and Regulus sat crammed into the same overstuffed emerald armchair. He sat normally, though slightly squeezed to the left, while you had your back to the right arm, leaning into his side with your legs sprawled across his lap. He evened the score by lolling his head gently against your shoulder as you both tried to focus on the parchment before you. It was an awkward fit – Regulus was all angles and sharp lines – but you never really cared, and neither did he.

"You know, if you had actually studied for Potions last night instead of playing chess with Barty," Regulus began, his voice a teasing whisper, "you wouldn't be stuck relying on me to help you through this essay."

He didn't bother lifting his head as he drawled, so you felt his breath on your skin. His dark hair, always perfectly in place, had fallen just enough to shade his eyes and tickle your neck.

"You're the one who insisted on going over three different ways to brew Amortentia, which, mind you, wasn't even required for this essay," you countered, smiling for no one to see.

He snorted softly. "It was for educational purposes. Not my fault you’re hopeless at memorising–"

"Not hopeless," you interrupted, smirking at him as he sat up straighter and fixed you with those cool, swirly eyes. "Just resourceful. Why bother memorising when I've got you?"

Folded in the crevices of his eyes and your words, there was that gentle push-pull between the two of you, a habit developed over years of being each other's only real reprieve. Your families were pressure cookers, a constant source of demands and expectations, of screaming and fears. It had tethered on explosion many a time, but through your years-long friendship, you had been able to make it a bit lighter together. Regulus had his complicated relationship with Sirius, but other than that, no one really knew how heavy it weighed on the both of you – just each other.

And then there was Barty, of course.

“Oi!” The familiar, obnoxious voice you somehow loved rang through the – thankfully nearly empty – library, making you tense for a split second before you exhaled. “Merlin’s bloody balls, you two are stuck in here again?”

Barty Crouch Jr. strode in, tossing himself onto the sofa opposite you and Regulus. He stretched his long legs out like he owned the place, flinging an arm across the back of the cushion.

“We’re not stuck,” you corrected him lazily, shooting him a glance from beneath your lashes. “We’re enjoying a bit of quiet. Something you might want to as well, seeing as we're in a library, Junior.”

Barty raised an eyebrow and then snorted, “Quiet? More quiet? You two sit in silence more than any couple I’ve ever known.”

You rolled your eyes, but Regulus – who you now, with the added presence, noticed was more tired today than usual – shot him a look that could have frozen hell over. As per usual. Barty, being Barty, didn’t care of course, just snickered for himself. He was the only one who could get away with constantly poking at Regulus, at both of you, with no more than witty quips thrown back. Maybe because he had been the one to pull you out of your shells, dragging you both into the light when you would have otherwise spent your time locked in your shared solitude and messy brains. Or maybe because he had been able to weasel his way into your hearts before you were old enough to realise he's a bit of an arse. By then, he was your arse.

"We're not silent, dear, we just aren't obnoxiously loud," Regulus hinted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, you do sit around whispering all the time. One would have thought you were spellbound to your books – and each other." Barty grinned, not even a little apologetic. “Or maybe just by each other."

"Oh shut up, Barty," you scoffed, though not without a slight smile.

"I’m just sayin’!”

Regulus leaned back against the chair, his elbow brushing your arm. "You’re always just sayin' something,” he said, eyes flicking toward the fire. “And you’re always wrong."

Barty’s eyes lit up, leaning forward with a grin that could only mean trouble. “Oh, come on, Reg. It’s been years. You two, together all the time, acting like no one else exists. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t killed each other or, better yet, finally gotten over yourselves and just snogged already."

This has always been Barty’s favourite game, teasing the two of you relentlessly, but it felt more pointedly overt tonight. Yet it didn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. Just because he's so very ridiculously wrong, of course.

“We have not–” Regulus began, but Barty cut him off with a wave of his hand. 

“Right, right, you’ve never even thought about it." He makes an, arguably poor, attempt at imitating Regulus' tone. "But let’s be real, everyone else think you're shagging, so maybe you should too– oh, speaking of–" Barty had a poor habit of cutting himself of when a new train of thought entered. "Guess who finally asked Evan out?"

The shift in the conversation barely registered with you; you are very attuned to rolling with the Junior way of conversing, but Regulus shook his head in surprise.

"You? And Rosier?" Regulus asked, staring Barty down with more interest than he had shown the poor sod all evening. "Are you serious?"

Barty gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes, but the grin never left his face. “Took him long enough, didn’t it?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought he was avoiding you after that time you hexed him in Transfiguration–”

“Self-defence,” Barty cut in, giving you a wink. “He had it coming.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Didn't he have it coming for trying to ask you out, Barty?”

“Like I said. Self-defence. Son of a witch should let me be the one to make the first move.”

You shook your head fondly, happy for your second-oldest friend. "What a gentleman you are, Barty. Happy for you though, finally the pining and drunken hookups have led to something of sustance."

Barty nodded gravely, in faux seriousness. "Exactly! And that says something, coming from the Queen of pining."

You kicked his shin under the table and he laughed a bit too loudly for the library, evidently pleased with himself.

"I do no such thing, thank you very much."

Glancing sideways at Regulus, his expression was carefully neutral, though you could tell he was happy for Barty. Though, you were sure, he would never say that out loud.

Barty, ever the troublemaker, wasn't finished yet. “Which reminds me,” he said, leaning forward again with that dangerous glint in his eye, “We’re all going out this weekend. You lot, me, Rosier... oh, and your brother too, Reg.”

Regulus stiffened slightly beside you, just enough for you to notice and Barty to ignore. “Sirius?”

“Yep,” Barty said cheerfully, “and his boyfriend, Lupin. They're finally official as well, trying to steal my spotlight it seems.”

You and Regulus share a glance, trying to take it in. Sirius and Remus had been dancing around each other for what felt like ages, but apparently, they had finally made the leap. Regulus' jaw tightened slightly. His relationship with Sirius was still relatively uneasy territory for him, but they were making an effort to heal it together. You moved on from him, focusing your attention on Barty, so Regulus could process undisturbed.

"Since when do you and Big Black keep tabs on each other, let alone plan a double date?" you implored, genuinely confused.

"Well, firstly, Treasure," Barty drawled. "I always keep tabs on my best friends' sometimes-shitty-sometimes-good-always-complicated siblings. Secondly, as I said, they're stealing our spotlight, so of course I got involved."

"Ah, so it's not voluntary?" You quirk a brow at him, jokingly challenging him.

"Is too! The bastards are lucky I even suggested it."

"Riiiiiight," you dragged out, cocking your head at a huffing Barty.

You rolled your eyes laughing, then glanced over at the boy whose lap you were partially sat in. His gaze had trailed off into his lap, thoughts clearly elsewhere. You and Barty made eye contact and he sent you a look that clearly said his involvement with Sirius was for Regulus and not actually to bother him. Over the years, you had developed almost a form of telepathy with Barty, always seeing the aggressive loyalty behind his actions.

You placed a hand instinctively on Regulus' elbow and he seemed to come back down to reality.

"Anyway, the six of us are headed for Hogsmeade next weekend for our triple date. You better schedule us into your shared calendar." Barty went straight back to teasing.

"There is no shared calendar."

"And there is no triple date," you added.

Barty’s grin widened, and he flicked his eyes between you and Regulus. “What do you call a date with three couples? Regulus and Treasure, me and Evan, Sirius and Lupin. That's three. Three Broomsticks, that's a date. Triple date! Or do you prefer French, Reggie, un triple rencard? More romantic for ya?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Regulus beat you to it. “We’re not a couple, Junior, would you just knock it off."

“Well, someone should tell the rest of the castle that, mate,” Barty said, smirking. “Everyone else seems to think you two are already married."

Before you could continue the seemingly never-ending argument with the grinning black-and-green-haired rascal before you, you heard footsteps and chatter approaching. Regulus whispered something in your ear about none of these buffoons respecting the quiet in a library as Sirius, Remus, and James appeared from around the corner. Sirius’s eyes flicked over the three of you, his gaze landing on Regulus, and giving a rather genuine smile.

“Greetings baby brother, sister-in-law and unfortunate acquaintance. What’s this I hear about a triple date?” Sirius asked, sauntering over like he owned the place, ignoring Regulus' groan.

If offended by the less-than-affectionate greeting he received, Barty did not show it as he grinned even more maniacally at what he likely saw as back-up in his torment of you two. "Good afternoon to you too, Big Black, we're just discussing the wedding colours. I am in support of emerald green, and I will listen to no other opinions as I know them best."

"No fair, I've known Reg the longest!"

"I do believe they would look lovely in a red," James teases as the group settles down around the table.

Regulus groaned softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "For the love of–"

"You guys can walk around in whatever colour you'd like – we aren't getting married." You tried to set a stop to the conversation now. The jokes didn't roll as comfortably off you when in larger company. Though you and Remus had become quite good friends through class and you were seeing Regulus through his healing friendship with Sirius, you still weren't entirely accustomed to the bunch up close all at once.

"Well, surely not now, but the day will come and it's never too early to start planning," Sirius quipped, his grin matching Barty's perhaps a bit too much. "I will be best man, yeah?"

"Absolutely not, I will!" Barty butted in before you had the chance to reply.

"Wouldn't you be her best man? Or man of honour or whatever?" James raised an eyebrow, trying to pick up on the dynamic.

"Of course I will."

"Then Padfoot can be Regulus'?"

"I have no idea why you are talking about pads and feet, but no, I will be best man and man of honour thank you very much."

"That's no fair!" Sirius cried.

"Shouldn't this be a decision the lovely couple makes?" Remus chimed in, trying to calm his partner with a smile.

"For Salazar's sake – we are not dating!" You cut the whole conversation off, emphasising your point with hand gesticulations. The table actually went quiet for a moment, the newest additions sharing confused looks.

"What?" was all James could say.

"We are not together," Regulus spoke up for the first time, rolling his eyes in true Regulus-fashion. "We're just close friends."

Barty snorted at that.

Sirius looked absolutely floored for once. His eyes flick between you and Regulus in genuine surprise. “Wait– you're serious? You aren't dating? Since when?”

"Since forever?" Regulus questioned right back at his brother, finding his groove in the sarcastic exchanges. "Can two people not be close without having to be shagging?"

Sirius and Barty both chimed a "no" at the same time, though Barty was finding much more humour in it all than the other. He added, "Well, Treasure and I can. Evan and Reg can. You two on the other hand..."

You felt heat rise to your face, Regulus' leg shaking you slightly as he began to bounce it. "Where did you all even get that from?" you questioned, looking at everyone but Barty. You were well aware of why he thought what he thought.

“I mean–” Sirius spread his hands, gesturing towards how the two of you were sat, as you suddenly became aware that most of your body was touching Regulus' in some way. "Look at you! You’re always together. You act like an old married couple half the time. And you basically let each other get away with murder. I'm still not entirely convinced Trouble here won't kill me if Reggie ever asks."

"Don't call me that."

"I probably would."

Sirius was unaffected by both comments. He look towards James for support, who was nodding emphatically, clearly shocked too.

"Yeah, no, I thought it was just, like, common knowledge that you have been dating for years," James said, raising his hands a little at the look on Regulus' face. "No offence, just how it seems from the outside, 's all."

"Not to mention you look at her like–” Sirius started.

“Like what?” Regulus cut in, his grip on you loosening, just a little.

Sirius blinked, still thoroughly confused. “Like you’re bloody in love with her.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Remus suppressing a smile, engaging in some stare-down with his brother. You worried your voice would fail you, so you just shook your head disapprovingly.

Barty, never one to leave well enough alone, leaned back with a smug grin. “Told you tossers. The whole castle thinks you're dating, so you might as well get on with it."

"Well, we're not and we won't, so can you guys please just shut up." Regulus' jaw was still tight, scouring at his friends as he debated if that term was still one he wanted to use about them.

Sirius just shrugged, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Alright, Reg, whatever you say. But you’re both coming, yeah?”

You turned more into him as you scanned his face for an answer. Regulus held your gaze for a long moment, and you could see the wariness flickering just behind his eyes. You smiled, quirking a brow at him as if to say it's up to you, babe. He sighed and then said a low fine.

With a dramatised sigh, you turned back to Sirius and Barty and their expectant looks. “It’s not a triple date,” you said firmly, lifting your chin just slightly. “But we’ll join you as... I don’t know. Fifth and sixth wheels.”

Regulus grip on you tightened again as he settled back into his seat. “Exactly. Fifth and sixth wheels. Sure.”

Barty threw his head back and barked out a loud, unrestrained and frankly unnecessary laugh. “Sure thing, sweetcheeks,” he teased, grinning from ear to ear. “Whatever you need to tell yourselves. I’ll make sure Rosier knows it’s not a date.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, mumbling some indelicate words under his breath that only you could catch. You stifled a laugh, at which Regulus’ lips twitched – just the slightest hint of amusement given to you.

Sirius, still grinning, clapped his hands together like this was some great victory. “Brilliant. Can’t wait to see you both there. It’ll be... enlightening.”

Remus, who had been watching this whole exchange with thinly veiled amusement, leaned in closer to Sirius and muttered, “Enlightening? You've spent too much time with McGonagall.”

"Yeah, in detention," James muttered, evidently a shared trauma.

Sirius nudged him with his elbow, snickering. “Shut up, Moony.”

"Oi, that's no way to speak to your fresh boyfriend, is it, Black?" you teased, glad to have some revenge.

"Firstly, my darling not-quite-sister-in-law, you may refer to me as Sirius," he drawled with a lazy grin. "Secondly, I'll have you know he enjoys it when I'm a bit rude."

"Did not need to know that," Regulus mumbled with shut eyes as Remus swatted at his boyfriend to get him to behave.

"Anyway. We are happy for you." You smiled warmly, missing the shared glance between Remus and Sirius at your use of we. Regulus hadn't seemed to notice either, used to it.

"You won't be as happy when you have to see them sucking faces at this triple date." James' voice was laced with faux annoyance. You didn't bother correcting his use of the term triple date. Regulus scoffed, but it seemed to be more aimed at the idea of his brother sucking faces with anyone.

"You're just upset Evans isn't willing to suck faces with you yet, Prongs." Sirius' comeback caused a groan from James as his head thumped on the table – clearly he was right.

Barty made an ooooo sound, leaning in closer to poke at James, wanting to know all the hopefully-gory details.

With a tired sigh, you shifted back into the chair, pulling the Potions book from the table onto your lap once more, determined to return to your homework. You still had an essay due tomorrow, and Merlin knew Slughorn wasn’t going to accept any excuses, even from his favourite students. Regulus, sensing the shift in your focus, followed your lead, picking up his quill with a kind of forced determination. Your eyes met and you smiled at each other, back in the comfort of your little bubble, even with the overflowing table.

The chatter around the library became a dull hum as Sirius and Barty went from interrogating James to discussing the specifics of their plans for the weekend with Remus and James chiming in here and there. You didn’t need to listen – Barty would tell you all the ridiculous details later, no doubt with some embellished commentary on how hopelessly “in love” you and Regulus clearly were. He loved pushing his narratives, ever the comic.

But now, as you tried to force your attention back to your notes, the exhaustion that had been creeping up on you all evening settled in. You had barely slept the night before, and after a more exerting conversation than you had prepared for as you entered the library, you were reaching your limit.

Unconsciously, you let your body lean further into Regulus’s side, your shoulder pressing against his more firmly, your head coming to rest against the crook of his neck. It was such a small movement, something you had done hundreds of times before, but it felt more loaded in these surroundings. You could have sworn you felt Regulus' breath hitch. Nevertheless, your body naturally relaxed into his warmth.

Regulus tried to relax his posture to make it more comfortable for you, and let you rest against him without complaint. His quill hovered over the parchment for a moment, forgotten, as he swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the way his heart had started pounding in his chest. It did every time. It didn't seem like you had noticed before, so why worry about it now?

He told himself it didn’t mean anything – he said it a thousand times, you were his best friend. You had always been close like this. But Merlin, if his skin didn’t burn oh so deliciously where you touched him. If his mind didn’t wander to how you smelled, to the warmth of your body pressing against his. If he didn't savour the moment as if it would never happen again, as he felt so damned lucky that he knew it would.

He fought to keep his expression neutral, forcing his gaze back down to his notes, but the words on the page were little more than a blur now. He let his head drop onto yours as he kept rereading the same sentence.

Remus had drifted away from the conversation, eyeing the two of you. The others had – thankfully – moved on by now, but he risked elbowing Sirius slightly to point out how comfortable you two had grown together the second the attention was off you. Sirius had an eyebrow raised, his lips pressed into a thin line, but his eyes were glinting with that same, familiar mischief. Remus shot him a knowing glance, as if to say don’t push it.

Sirius didn’t say anything, knowing Remus was unfortunately right as usual, but the look he gave his brother spoke volumes. Despite what Regulus may want to think, he knew him. And he knew for a fact, that his little brother was in love. He smiled.

Barty and James had begun to bond over some grand plan to prank Evan during the supposed "not-date" this weekend. You had half an ear in the conversation, trying to catch on to whether you should warn Evan beforehand. But none of that really mattered to you at the moment. Not to you and certainly not to Regulus, who was trying desperately not to give in to the warmth spreading through him as your sigh fanned his skin.

You let your eyes drift close, just for a moment, feeling the weight of your pull at your consciousness. Caught somewhere between exhaustion and peace. Regulus noticed immediately and rubbed soothing circles on your back as he began to plot your escape to the dormitories.

You could have stayed like that forever. And maybe, Regulus thought, as his other hand brushed against yours where it rested on the armchair, he wouldn’t have minded if you did.

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After ten years married to James, Regulus faces a new challenge as Harry reveals to him an unexpected crush.

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Remus tilted his head, but before he could ask anything, Sirius continued. “Is there space for one more?” he whispered, almost in a plea. Remus nodded slowly and opened his arm to make space on the rocking chair for Sirius. His husband comfortably settled on his lap and Remus held his entire universe between his arms.

Closer - Jegulus - E - 1.3k

James has been avoiding Regulus all day after he had a sex dream, his confession rewards him with something even better that he could ever had dreamed off. A first kiss that turns into something more.

Invisible String - Jegulus - T - 3.9k

James keeps going back to the bookstore to talk to Regulus, the cute employee, unaware that Regulus does not work there and only keeps coming back each day to talk to him too.

Spring Break - Jegulus - M - 2.1k

James is willing to do anything to get Regulus' attention, including, participating on a wet t-shirt contest where Regulus will be the judge.

Mine - Jegulus - M - 3.5k

James Potter is in love with Regulus Black. Regulus doesn't mind. Not one bit.

Home - Jegulus - E - 1.5k

Regulus, who has been waiting three years to fuck James Potter is moving in with him. Unaware, that James has been wanting the same thing for just as long.

Made for Me - Jegulus - M - 1.8k

"James?" Regulus gazed at him, utterly bewildered. What on earth was James Potter doing standing outside his door on Valentine's Day, holding an actual bouquet of flowers? "Yeah, that's us," James and Regulus turned at the sound of Barty and Evan's voices, each arching a brow, silently urging them to explain. "We signed you up for the Uni's matchmaking program. My guess is that you got matched with Potter." "YOU DID WHAT!?" Regulus snapped.

[emwrites4u]

Why Remus and Tonks Make a Better Pair than Remus and Sirius. I don’t hate Wolfstar but I just don’t see it 🤷‍♀️ I am an avid shipper of Remus and Tonks so here’s why:

Remus and Tonks make a great couple because their relationship is built on mutual respect, growth, and healing, in contrast to Remus and Sirius’s more complicated dynamic.

Remus and Tonks balance each other out—Tonks’s bright, bubbly personality complements Remus’s more reserved and often self-deprecating nature. She helps him come to terms with his insecurities about being a werewolf, and he, in turn, gives her a grounding presence. Their love is one of acceptance, showing how they both evolve together.

On the other hand, Remus and Sirius’s relationship, while deeply affectionate and filled with history, is also clouded by unspoken emotions and past trauma. While they clearly care about each other, their bond is often overshadowed by a lack of communication and the unresolved tension surrounding their pasts.

Remus and Tonks’s relationship feels like a true partnership, with both individuals growing into better versions of themselves because of their love for each other, whereas Remus and Sirius’s bond, while intense, is more marked by unfulfilled potential and missed opportunities.

[wolfpants]

a light that never goes out | a sirius/harry/draco fic

A Light That Never Goes Out | E | 6.2k Sirius/Harry, Sirius/Draco/Harry

a birthday fic for @citrusses!! 🍋 happy birthday lor, you wonderful, beautiful human. I made you porn. Thank you so much to @hoko-onchi-writes for the beta and @getawayfox for the cheers, you absolute darlings!

Tags: EWE, POV Sirius, past Wolfstar, hinted Prongsfoot, minor Draco/Others, de-aged Sirius, age difference 31/21, memory issues, timey wimey, Department of Mysteries, Sirius lives, road trips, Grimmauld Place, Wiltshire, Harry has long hair and a nose ring, Sirius's tattoos, Draco in the Muggle World, Draco has a summer job at a farm, smoking, scent kink, UST, unresolved romantic tension, semi-public sex/sex in a loo, blow jobs, the tiniest hint of daddy kink, dirty talk, cousin incest, godfather/godson, hotel room sex, hand jobs, hand kink, finger sucking, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, rimming (brief), threesome

Sirius returns from the veil five years after he dies and five years younger than he was when he fell through it. When he and Harry decide to escape the dreary confines of London and Grimmauld Place in search of somewhere where they can breathe, they bump into someone completely unexpected.

Two eyes that look like his two eyes stare back at him from the rearview mirror. Sirius clears his throat and directs his squint ahead, out the window instead. “Have you eaten?” Harry asks Draco, clipping his seatbelt in. Sirius stretches forward to fiddle with the buttons on the radio. They’re all shiny and fancy, nothing like the ones in the old Mini Lily used to drive. He has no idea what he’s doing, flicking through a jarring assortment of stations. Harry throws him a distracted smile and twists around to address their interloper in the backseat. “Only, we were thinking about looking for a pub for dinner,” Harry says. Sirius looks back to the mirror, waiting for Draco’s reaction, spotting a pink flash of tongue as Draco licks the top corner of his lip, staring at Harry across the cramped space. “I’m hungry,” he says, and his gaze shifts, briefly, to Sirius.

a light that never goes out on ao3

[shoopsthereitis]

fic masterlist

i'm sar ☾☼ shoopsthereitis and shoopsminis on AO3 links below for my fics

wip

☼ Versions of Uncertainty: 2/? | Jegulus | E |

Four months after becoming Luna’s guardian following Pandora and Xeno’s deaths, Regulus, also a teacher at her school, struggles to balance his new responsibilities. Things grow more complicated when Luna begins seeing James, the school counselor, forcing Regulus to set aside his personal feelings for her sake. As he adjusts to his role in her life, Regulus wrestles with his growing uncertainty—about his place in Luna’s world, his relationship with James, and his ability to navigate it all.

fluff & angst | healing | falling in love

regulus raising luna | divorced jily coparents | wolfstar w/ teddy

completed

☼ 'tis the damn season: 9/9 | 54k | Jegulus | M |

When their exes start dating and return home for Christmas, Regulus and James agree to fake a relationship to spare themselves the awkwardness of facing their old flames alone. As they navigate the chaos of family, friends and holiday traditions, their pretend affection begins to feel unexpectedly real. By the end of the season, they’re left questioning if they’ve been faking it all along—or if they’ve stumbled into something genuine.

fake dating | mutual pining | slow burn

minor wolfstar, bartylily, + other characters

☼ for real this time: 12/12 | 88k | Jegulus & Background Wolfstar | E |

Fresh out of grad school, James and Sirius are ready for one final, carefree summer at James' family house on the coast of Maine. But things take a turn when Sirius invites an estranged Regulus along, completely unaware of the unresolved tension between him and James from the last time they were all here together. With 2.5 months to go until their move back to the UK, it's a summer of second chances and big decisions. Will James and Regulus be able to handle a summer together and just be friends?

fluff & angst | idiots in love | HEA

☼ yeehaw, baby: series | one shots | Jegulus | E |

Regulus finds himself stranded in small town Montana with a broken down car. Luckily he falls for the handsome cowboy that comes to his rescue. Snapshots of their kinky and domestic life in oneshots

fluff and smut

☼ bleed me dry: one shot | 8k | Jegulus | E | marauders creature fic fest

Dragged to the local bar every Friday night for line dancing, Regulus falls for the mysterious bartender. From their first encounter, there is an air of mystery about him. Regulus can’t help but be drawn in, feeling an undeniable pull that only intensifies with each passing week. Little does he know, the bartender drinks more than just single-shot whiskeys.

☼ truth, dare, spin bottles: one shot | 5.3k | Jegulus/Rosekiller | E | Strutting Slut Fest

Regulus throws James his perfect birthday party, including cheeky games from their teen years like spin the bottle and truth or dare. At the end of the night things take a turn and James gets more for his birthday than he could have anticipated

☼ some part of me came alive the first time that you called me baby: one shot | 9.8k | Jegulus | M | siriuslyhozierfest

Six years after their breakup, Regulus comes face to face with James in the midst of Sirius being rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Their unexpected reunion becomes a catalyst of reflection for Regulus.

☼ what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time: one shot | 5k | Jegulus | M | The Tortured Poets Fest

Five months after Regulus’s death, James is still drowning in grief. They’d been broken up for two years before Regulus died, and James struggles with the authenticity of his pain. But when he spots a familiar face through a window, his unresolved emotions resurface. Meanwhile, Regulus, with no memory of his past, wanders the streets of London, drawn by an inexplicable pull. Everything becomes clear when he encounters a face he knows

AO3: shoopsminis

james/kingsley/regulus - series of oneshots | fluff and smut

kinsgley/regulus - vampire au one shot

barty/lily oneshots

rosekiller/regulus oneshot

wolfstar oneshots

an account that runs mostly on rarepairs and vibes

fuck JKR, we support LGBTQ here

[redsmokewc]

Young kittypet Josie gets caught up in a downpour while trying to reach Moonclan, the home of their best friend Wolfstar. A sudden flood brings them to Wishclan instead, where they take on the role of an apprentice. But with the clan's haunting past still unresolved and a mysterious starry cat watching them from afar, the newly named Hazelpaw feels like their arrival may have not been entirely accidental.

Red Smoke is a warrior cats fancomic written with older fans in mind, who wish to see a darker and more mature take on the series. Because of this, the comic is reccomended for readers teen and up.

Welcome to the Tumblr blog of Red Smoke, an upcoming Warriors webcomic made by @pigeocore. Currently I am still working on polishing some elements of the story, but I'm hoping to have the first pages out this year. In the meantime, follow this blog to see updates and get to know our future cast

[talesofmoony]

the space between us (or lack thereof) - wolfstar | 4.6k | E (18+)

Remus gets jealous when Sirius flirts with the waiter during a night out with their friends. The tension builds, leading to a fiery confrontation once they're home, where things quickly escalate. The argument turns into something much more heated, as unresolved desire bubbles to the surface. They’re left to face what they truly want—or what they've been avoiding all along.

OR

Remus gets jealous, Sirius is a brat, they argue, and then they fuck. Sirius turns out to be a very good boy.

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Remus and Sirius arrived back at their flat late. The latter man huffed impatiently as Remus attempted to unlock the door with shaky hands, breathing deep and heavy. The air was thick as Sirius breathed heavily on the back of Remus’ neck, inching one hand around his boyfriend’s waist in a tentative attempt to ease the tension from his body. If Remus noticed, he made no motion of acknowledgement, focused only on the stubborn lock. Once Remus managed to unlock it, both of them walked through, Sirius’ boots knocking the back of the aforementioned man’s heel due to the lack of space in the cramped apartment hallway. 

As the tension continued to grow, the distance between the two increasing by the minute, Sirius thought back to their night and what possibly could have incited Remus’ reaction. They’d just arrived home from an evening out with James, Regulus, Mary, Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene. Work had been hectic for the group, and they decided meeting up for drinks and dinner on Saturday night would be a good way to catch up. To Sirius’ knowledge, nothing had happened between Remus and any of their friends, nor had any conflict arisen itself between the two of them. 

Remus was fine at the beginning of the night – if not a little flirty. His hand had been softly grazing Sirius’ thigh under the table, rubbing soft circles on the inside seam of Sirius’ tight black jeans with his thumb. Sometime after they ordered drinks, Remus’ demeanor had shifted, taking on a more stoic facial expression as he avoided speaking to Sirius the bulk of the night. At some point, his hand had migrated off of Sirius’ thigh, and each advance Sirius made at contact ended in Remus brushing him off. Regardless, Sirius maintained his usual charisma, entertaining the table with wild stories and even cracking a few jokes with the waiter, whose playful banter Sirius had gleefully returned without a thought. 

As they said their goodbyes outside the bar, Remus made himself scarce, not actively avoiding contact with Sirius, while also not actively initiating any affection. As Sirius observed the other man, he could see the tension etched into Remus’ muscles, cascading down his back and outlined by the slightly too-snug button-down he wore. As his eyes drifted down his lover's back, Remus’ clenched hands caught Sirius’ gaze, more specifically their taught nature that accentuated the veins and scars that ran from the beginning of his wrist to the ends of his long and slender digits. 

As James had hugged Sirius, he whispered a quiet, “Everything alright? Remus seems…tense.” in his ear, squeezing his shoulder in a comforting manner. 

Sirius responded with a shrug and an eye roll, “Not sure, mate. He’s been in a prissy mood since we ordered the drinks earlier,” he muttered. After saying their goodbyes to the rest of their friends, and assuring James once more that everything was fine, they parted ways and made in the direction of their shared flat. 

Sirius placed the keys to his bike in the catch all on the entry table, removed his shoes, and turned to speak to Remus, only to be met by the sight of his boyfriend stalking off towards their bedroom, already feet away. Great, Sirius thought, it's going to be one of those nights. He sauntered over to the couch and pulled out blankets and a pillow, prepared for Remus to sequester him to the couch for the night's sleep. Though he was unaware of what was going on, he respected the fact that Remus may be in need of some personal space for the night. 

After the couch was prepped, Sirius clambered up the hallway towards their shared bedroom, and pushed open the door lightly, peering inside to look for Remus. Glancing around the room granted him no sight of his boyfriend, leading him to think he must have already snuck off for a shower. This was confirmed by the light that seeped underneath the bathroom door, the sound of water running against glass present faintly in the background. 

Sirius stalked over to their shared dresser and pulled out one of Remus’ sweaters and a pair of boxers. As he rounded the corner of the bed and walked towards the door, he heard the shower water cut off followed moments later by the soft click of the bathroom door opening. He freezed in his spot, glancing up towards the door, where he was met by the sight of his shirtless boyfriend, water beads rolling gently down his chest to where the towel sat loosely wrapped along his waist. His gaze lingered on the seam of the towel momentarily, and then slowly crawled up Remus’ chest until their eyes met, Remus’ stare swimming with an array of emotion. Sirius recognized some of the feelings present in Remus’ gaze; anger, conflict, and something frustratingly akin to sadness . 

Sirius glanced away quickly once he gauged the emotions, only to quickly glance back over in his direction at the sound of sudden movement, the carpet swishing gently as Remus slowly approached him, stopping a few feet away. Their eyes met once more, Sirius watching as the muscles in Remus’ jaw clenched open and closed as the taller man observed Sirius’ face with intent, probably formulating some absurd reason for why he was being so passive aggressive. 

Remus still couldn’t seem to find the words he was looking for as he looked fixedly at Sirius, so the shorter man decided to take the lead. “Are you finished sulking, Remus? Are you actually going to talk to me about why you’ve been so cold this evening?” Sirius hissed, popping out his right hip and crossing his arms as his body radiated with the increasing anger he felt coursing through his veins like ice. 

The sentence was met with an immediate eye roll from Remus, the primary emotion in his gaze shifting from conflicted to angry as he finally spoke. He huffed out a frustrated, “Really? You were practically preening at the fucking waiter while he was flirting with you. You lapped up every word he spoke like it was your fucking due.” eyes flicking down to Sirius’ pink lips, slightly swollen from where Sirius had been biting at them nervously. Remus’ eyebrows scrunched together, warm amber eyes immediately darkening with hunger as he took in Sirius’ slightly disheveled state, already half undressed in preparation for sleep. He wanted to take Sirius under him and ravage him, making sure everyone knew Sirius was his and no one else’s. 

Sirius’ jaw tightened in frustration, tongue brushing the back of his front teeth as he chuckled incredulously. “Are you kidding? That’s why you’ve been acting like a complete and utter prat all night?” he spat, chest heaving with each deep breath he took into his lungs, eyes widening briefly and then slimming down into a fierce glare, fixed directly on Remus. 

Within the few moments after he fixed his eyes on the other man, he recognized the look present in Remus’ demeanor; want, more specifically, a want to possess Sirius. All of the anger and vitriol seeped out of his stature, replaced by a similar feeling of want and more importantly, need . The need to be possessed, to give in to every one of Remus’ wants and demands, to be a good boy , pliant under the weight and strength of his lover’s body. The feeling burrowed itself deep into his bones, a mix of cold rush flowing through his veins and heat rising on his pale, pink-tinged cheeks. He knew that look, a gaze Remus fixed upon him in moments where the taller man needed to showcase the dominance that came so naturally to him, when Remus needed to take him and make him his in every sense of the word. 

“Are you jealous, Moony?” Sirius chuckled, his blush giving way to a darker red, spreading down the side of his neck where Remus’ eyes had drifted. He watched as Remus clenched his fists at his sides, clearly trying to hold back some carnal reaction to the accusation Sirius had launched at him. Gods , this man was going to be the death of him, in more ways than one if Sirius’ got what he planned tonight. 

“There’s no need to b-“ Sirius began to speak, but his words were cut off by a sudden rush of motion as Remus gripped his hips harshly, pushing him against the dresser, the corner digging deep into Sirius’ upper thigh. Remus’ grip and the harsh press of the dresser would probably leave bruise marks on his pale skin, but at the moment, he couldn’t be bothered to care. This is exactly what he wanted, what he needed , so deeply and maddeningly. 

Remus rarely lost his control with Sirius, especially in such a manner that his anger was showcased not only in his words and body language, but also through his physical actions. Remus was typically quite the gentle lover, always fearful of being too aggressive with Sirius, worrying that the primal wolfish instincts that buried itself under his skin would crawl to the surface and cause irreparable damage. No matter how many times Sirius assured him this was not the case, that he believed Remus could never and would never harm him, he was always met with a quick shrug and change of subject. 

If anything, Sirius wanted Remus to be a little rough with him from time to time. He’d be lying if he said that on more than one occasion, he hadn’t instigated slightly to try and get underneath Remus’ skin enough to initiate such a reaction as the one Remus was clearly having now. Nothing serious, mind you, only the occasional snarky comment that took their level-headed and constant bickering just a little too far. Sirius had more dreams than he would like to admit that involved Remus pinning him down on their bed, or bending him over the brown mahogany desk in his office, and absolutely ruining him, taking him apart until he was little more than a whimpering, teary-eyed mess. 

Remus kept one hand firmly planted on Sirius’ side, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of his hip, almost as if his intention was to leave a mark so that Sirius would have the constant reminder for the next few days. His other hand gripped the root of Sirius’ hair and gave it a sharp tug, causing his head to fly back, exposing his neck, pulse fluttering rapidly underneath his pale, blushed skin. 

Sirius’ eyes rolled deeply into the back of his skull, hands flying up from where they were planted on the dresser to rest on Remus’ shoulder blades, grasping and scratching at the tan, scarred skin for some semblance of solid ground and weight. He took in a sharp breath, the sudden spark of pain mixed with an intense wave of pleasure, a cold shiver running down his spine and straight to his cock as he let out a pathetic whimper. If he bucked his hips at just the right angle, he could feel Remus’ bulge rutting against his own, proof that what he was feeling in the moment was anything other than singular. 

“I think you’re better off keeping that pretty little mouth shut, love, at least until you see what I have planned for you. At that point, you can scream as loud as you want, so the entire block knows you’re mine, ” Remus grunted out, nipping at the soft skin in the crevice of Sirius’ neck just below his ear, a sweet spot that never failed to an earth-shattering moan from the man beneath him. “I think you need someone to teach you how to behave. How to be a good boy , don’t you, Sirius?” Remus laughed bitterly, biting down in a quick motion on the skin he had been softly nipping at just moments before. 

Sirius let out a strangled whine, “Please, Moony. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll do anything, just please, please, please , touch me.” Sirius quickened the thrusts of his hips, only to be met with the sharp motion of Remus pinning him against the dresser, ceasing any movement, and therefore ridding Sirius of the slight bit of pleasure he has been gaining from his cock brushing against Remus’. 

Remus lifted his hand from Sirius’ hip, thigh slotting in its place to pin down Sirius as he dragged his hand up to his neck. His fingers gripped the other man’s jaw as he let out a gruff chuckle, pinning Sirius down with a gaze that was downright dangerous. He was going to take Sirius apart, bit by bit, piece by piece, until he had him begging for release, and then he might grant him that luxury. Remus was going to make Sirius work for it. 

“Be careful what you wish for, love,” Remus murmured into the crook of Sirius’ neck, voice rough and gritty as he continued his thought, “Tonight, you'll learn exactly who you belong to.” 

With that sentence, Remus renewed his grip on Sirius’ hair, eliciting a groan from the other man as he pushed him down onto his knees. In one swift motion, he pulled at the towel wrapped around his waist, quickly discarding it by the foot of the bed. His cock was already hard, precum beading at the tip at the sight of Sirius on his knees, completely pliant and ready to do anything to prove himself to Remus. 

Remus canted his hips forward, pressing the tip of his cock against Sirius’ lips in a suggestion for the other man to open his mouth. “Want to prove yourself to me baby? Wanna be my good boy?” Remus breathed out, restraining himself from fully pushing his cock past Sirius’ already swollen lips. Sirius nodded violently, mouthing at Remus’ glazed tip, grey eyes glassy and darkened, pupils blown as they gazed up at him through long dark lashes. 

Remus let the hand not holding Sirius by the hair fall, resting on the sharp curve of his jawline, thumb grazing the corner of his mouth and pushing in slightly in a motivating gesture. “Open up, baby,” Remus purred, “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth.” 

Immediately, Sirius’ mouth fell open in an obedient gesture, tongue pushing out to lick Remus’ cock from the base to the tip. This motion prompted a guttural moan to fall past Remus’ lips, breath deepening as he glanced down at his boyfriend, malleable as ever under his dominating grip. With one decisive motion, Remus pushed his cock past the entrance of Sirius’ mouth and into the wet heat, providing little time for Sirius to adjust to his length. He let out another moan, one that went straight to Sirius’ own dripping cock, precum falling on the hardwood floor between his knees. Sirius took everything Remus provided, bobbing his head up and down, aided by Remus’ steel grip on his hair. 

Sirius worked carefully and with expertise, cheeks hollowed out as his tongue ran along the vein that presented itself when Remus was especially hard. Sirius had always known how to read Remus’ reactions to find what worked best, taking in each sharp intake of breath or the way his hand tangled itself in the roots of Sirius’ hair and tugged . Remus’ cock grazed the back of his throat with each thrust, but Sirius took it well, savoring the taste of the other man on his tongue. 

As he worked, he glanced back up towards the other man, locking his gaze onto Remus’, taking in how his mouth fell open with quiet whimpers, lips a deep pink from where his teeth had sunk into the supple skin. They maintained eye contact as Sirius continued, a silent message passing between the two of them; I see you, I know you, I love you, I’m yours. A direct confirmation to both of them of the complete and utter dedication they each held for the other, a silent whisper of the vulnerability they both expressed in moments like these. Remus’ hand tightened in his hair before pulling him off completely, eliciting a whine from Sirius. 

“While your mouth is divine, I’d rather fuck you into the bed and remind you who you belong to. You’re my good boy, right, love? ” Remus said slyly, smirking at the look of absolute submission present on the other man’s face. He took a moment to admire the truly fucked out state Sirius was in – mouth open, a line of spit and with precum still connecting his swollen, red lips to Remus’ cock. His cheeks were flushed a dark pink, chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath, eyes completely glazed over with a mix of exhaustion and need. 

He looked every bit the picture of debauched perfection. Remus took a moment to himself, reveling in the fact that Sirius, his Sirius, was laid out bare in front of him, ready to take anything Remus’ decided to give him. He was ruined, desperate, but still panting a silent cry for more .

As Remus’ hand grazed over Sirius’ wet, puffy lips, he let out a deep sigh of adoration. His fingers grazed Sirius’ chin, gripping it softly to pull Sirius’ head forward slightly. “On the bed.” Remus commanded, tugging slightly on Sirius’ chin in his grip to get him moving. 

The tone Remus carried was one of authority, but was also laced with a tenderness that grounded Sirius, providing him a layer of security only Remus' voice could provide. Sirius obeyed immediately, getting up off the hardwood floor with shaking legs, stumbling slightly on his way over to the bed. He sat on the edge, chest still heavy with heavy breaths as he obediently awaited Remus’ next direction. 

Remus moved slowly towards the bed, watching every movement Sirius made like a wolf stalking its prey. As he walked over, he took in how Sirius’ muscles shook with the anticipation of what Remus was going to do to him, how he was going to take Sirius apart and then put him back together in the same breath. He took in Sirius’ messy hair, where his fingers had been tangled only moments before as Remus fucked his throat raw. 

Remus stepped onto the mattress and pushed Sirius back onto the bed, the springs creaking under their weight. He stopped a few inches from Sirius’ face, breath ghosting over the other man’s face as his hands gently caressed his trembling thighs. Remus could hear the shakiness present in Sirius’ shallow breaths, waiting in anticipation to see Remus’ next move. 

Remus’ eyes flickered from Sirius’ own, down to his swollen mouth, and then back up again. As he leaned closer, he whispered quietly, “You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you, love?”, his words pressing a gentle challenge.

“Mmhm,” Sirius whined, barely able to get a word out “I’ll be so good, Moony. I’ll take it all, whatever you give me.” he answered, his soft grey eyes meeting Remus’ warm amber ones as they both exchanged a look of pure admiration. Electricity ran through Sirius’ veins, ready and malleable under Remus’ touch, ready to take, take, and take . 

Remus’ gaze darkened, predatory need and hunger creeping in, as he took in the state of absolute need of the man in front of him. He could sense it, the absolute desperation seeping out of Sirius’ very being as he waited for Remus. There was a gentle beauty in his vulnerability, the complete surrender Sirius allowed himself to feel around Remus, trusting and able to hand himself over. His fingers danced over Sirius’ pale skin softly, watching as goosebumps popped up across his limbs, inching up onto his stomach. His palms moved carefully over the rigi, hard lines of Sirius’ muscles, paying close attention to the way they shifted and tensed under his caress. 

“Spread your legs,” Remus ordered, his tone switching again to one more heavily saturated in authority, aiding Sirius by pushing on the soft skin between his thighs, prompting them to move outward. As his hands moved, he gently shifted along the tip of Sirius’ hard, reddened cock, leaking with an obscene amount of precum at his pure desperation to be touched. Sirius reacted immediately, hips canting up in an attempt to apply pressure where he needed it most. “Look at you,” he muttered, “You’re mine, do you understand?” 

Remus watched, checking for any signs of hesitation in Sirius’ gaze, above all else wanting to make sure Sirius was ready. However, it was clear in the soft, quick pants that released from between his lips, his hips bucking instinctively upwards towards Remus’ hovering grasp, that Sirius wanted nothing more than to be taken. 

“Please, Remus. I need it. I want you, I need you. ” Sirius keened out, throwing his head back in a low whine as his chest fluttered with each breath; in and out . 

Remus’ expression twisted into something darker as he moved in to hover right under Sirius’ ear, whispering, “I’m going to make sure you’re prepared and ready for me. I’ll make you beg . My pretty baby.” With one gentle motion, a mere flick of his fingers, he cast a wandless lubrication charm, prompting a sharp gasp of shock from Sirius. 

Remus worked gently to prep Sirius, gently working him open. He slid in one finger, though with the help of Sirius being so desperate combined with the lubrication charm, it was quickly followed by another. Each motion was followed by quiet moans and whimpers from the man beneath him, Sirius pressing his face into the pillow beside him, grasping at the white linen sheets with reckless abandon. With each thrust of his fingers, he curled them upward, locating the sensitive bundle of nerves he knew all too well drove Sirius wild. His point was proven with one sure thrust as Sirius moaned loudly, “Fuck, Remus. Oh my god, fuck . Please, Moony. Please fuck me. I need you.” 

“That's it, love. Beg for it. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you, to fill you up. Tell me you’ll be my good boy” Remus groaned, adding another finger as he continued thrusting, his thumb pressing gently on Sirius perineum, making the other man gasp in pleasure. 

“Please, Remus. Please,” Sirius all but cried out, “I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you, I promise. I’m your good boy, please .”

“There we are. See, that wasn’t too hard, was it?” Remus questioned, an underlying tone of humor present in his voice. He watched as Sirius stomach muscles contracted with the increasing levels of pressure he encountered, watching his thighs tremble with want. While Remus wished to draw this out longer, he was unsure how much longer he could stave off the carnal desire to fuck Sirius senseless . 

Remus propped himself up on his knees, centering his cock right over Sirius’ hole, taking one glance at the man below him as he slowly slid his tip inside. Sirius was still tight, With each thrust he inched deeper and deeper, until he had completely bottomed out, a motion that drew out gasps of pleasure from both men. Remus’ fingers dug into the divots of Sirius’ hip, using his grip to thrust harder into the man below him, the sound of their hips slapping together echoing in the room. 

This moment, Sirius below him, taking him so well, this was true devotion – a complete surrender of control on Sirius’ part, one that left Remus breathless as he observed his cock thrusting into Sirius at a sharp pace. Remus drank in the sight of Sirius, one hand drifting up to grip his chin and direct their gazes to meet. “Look at me, Sirius. Don’t look away,” he murmured softly, “You’re mine, and I’m yours. You’re taking me so well, my good boy. ”

Sirius let out a cry at the praise, bucking his hips up to meet Remus’ harsh thrusts, convulsing as each sensation completely took over his body. His back arched off the bed, legs thrashing about in utter pleasure as Remus brought up a fist and grasped his hard, leaking cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip and spreading Sirius’ precum. He pumped viciously in time with each thrust, hitting that spot deep inside Sirius that made him see stars . 

“Fuck, love. You’re incredible,” Remus praised breathlessly as he quickened his pace, chasing the eventual crashing high both he and Sirius so desperately needed. “You’re doing such a good job, letting me take control,” he continued, breaths quickening with each thrust, “I’ve never seen you like this, so perfect for me.”

As the moment drew closer, Remus’ thrusts became less-focused and drilled, inching towards a sloppier pace as he buried his face into Sirius' neck and inhaled his sweet scent. “You’re close, aren’t you, love?” Remus murmured, dipping out his tongue to taste a drop of sweat running down Sirius’ collarbone. His pace on Sirius’ cock quickened as it twitched in his hand, Sirius inching closer to a full-bodied release as his mouth fell open in a silent cry. “I can feel it. I want you to let go. Make a mess all over yourself, baby. My perfect love. My good boy. ” Remus whispered, just a few moments away from falling over the edge himself. 

Remus’ words were laced with honey and desperation, so sweet and wanting that Sirius almost melted upon hearing them, the breath he held completely knocked out of his chest. The raw energy Remus put into each thrust was enough to push Sirius over the edge when paired with the praise Remus showered over him, his hole tightening around Remus’ cock as he let out loud, desperate cries. Remus followed as soon as Sirius tightened around him, hammering into Sirius with one final push, legs shaking as he hit his climax. Sirius’ body shook violently, his back arching completely off of the bed as his lower abdomen tensed, nails clawing desperately at Remus’ back, leaving dark red marks in their wake. Hot strips of cum spilled over his stomach and over Remus’ fingers as they both fell into each other. 

After a moment, Remus pulled out carefully, pulling a whimper from Sirius, still sensitive from the full-body climax he just experienced. Remus peppered kisses down Sirius’ torso and up to his face, carding his hands gently through the other man’s hair as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Once he had wiped both of them down with the towel that had been discarded on the floor earlier, he curled up behind Sirius, inching his arms around his waist in a loving embrace.

“You did so well, my love,” Remus spoke softly, fingers carding gently through Sirius’ thick black curls, “I love you, Sirius. I’m all yours, never forget that.” 

Sirius pressed back into Remus’ touch, moving his head back and forth in tandem with Remus’ fingers softly massaging his scalp. He turned around slowly, curling into Remus’ warm chest as he wrapped one arm over Remus’ stomach, the other falling between their bodies. Their legs fell together, Sirius’ shorter legs tucked in between Remus’ longer ones as they held each other. 

As the minutes passed, the only sound audible in the room was the rumble of the wind outside mixed with the soft noise of their breathing in tandem. Remus wrapped his arms tighter around Sirius’ midriff, pulling him closer in a loving gesture. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget,” Sirius spoke sweetly, “You’re mine, always have been, Moony. Always.” 

Remus' heart swelled at the admission, pure adoration for the man below him seeping into his every being, a type of safety and security falling over him that only ever presented itself in the presence of the person you love the most. 

Remus kissed the top of Sirius’ head, gently caressing his cheek as he breathed out, “And you, Pads, will always be mine.”

[morsmvrdre]

Fic Rec Masterlist (UPDATED AUGUST 2024)

all of these have some kind of explicit content. PLEASE read tags. i'm not responsible for you reading something you don't like because you overlooked a tag.

(in order of ship [dramione, nottpott, jegulus, and wolfstar] and then word count. new additions are categorized with an asterisk.)

Dramione

your lonely calls to me - senlinyu (3,085)

“Less than a year post-war, trainee healer Hermione Granger visits Azkaban to perform volunteer medical check-ups and finds something she isn't intended to see, and has no choice but to do something about it.”

Break the Ward - thisisnotadance (6,499)

“So, you like this skirt then?” She asked with a smirk. “They should throw me in Azkaban for the things I want to do to you in that skirt.”

The Wizard from A.U.R.O.R. - Wanderingfair (6,836)

“OR The one where Hermione asks a simple favour as she and Draco confront their unresolved feelings for each other immediately before an important mission.”

The Seduction - senlinyu (11,686)

“Hermione’s expression grew indignant but Draco ignored it and pressed on. “I am trying to seduce you,” he said, staring her straight in the eye. Her indignation faded as her mouth dropped open and her eyes slowly grew round.”

Season Pass (To This Ass) - mightbewriting (16,390)

“[In which Hermione dumps a Quidditch fan and dates a Quidditch player instead. Spite is a beautiful motivator.]”

Ardent Bonds - Musyc (16,741)

“Maybe it was wrong to think about this, maybe it was horrible to even consider, but if Draco Malfoy liked to dominate, she couldn't stop herself from picturing it. Picturing him.”

Sated Thirst - Notawriter_17 (17,415)

“A story told in three parts. Ron. Theo. Draco. Hermione's journey into the world of BDSM and sexual enlightenment.”

Seven Times Seven - steely (21,589)

“Hermione had expected some level of resistance from Draco at her incarceration, but not to this extreme. He was unraveling himself while desperately trying to keep her together.”

* The Tie that Binds - EvergreenTuesdays (22,526)

"Narcissa Malfoy struck a bargain with Albus Dumbledore before he died—that at an unspecified pivotal moment, she would turn the tide of the war, ensuring Voldemort’s downfall. In exchange, her son Draco would be married to the Golden Girl immediately following the war, guaranteeing her family’s return to grace." (READ TAGS!)

Five Months Until Summer - allofthelights11 (27,464)

“She's tried three times over holiday break and it hasn't worked out. Now she has a little more than five months until summer when she can try again.”

Ten Out of Ten - morriganmercy (61,559

“In which Hermione is determined to find a loophole to free her from a forced marriage with Draco Malfoy. But with only two weeks until they are legally required to consummate, it would be irresponsible not to prepare for every contingency.”

Lose Control - madrose_writing (70,082)

“In Elysium, that girl behind the white mask, begging for permission to come undone could be the Golden Girl. That man behind the black mask making her beg could be the Boy Who Had No Choice. In Elysium, anonymity is key. If you could be anyone, who would you be?”

Private Tutor - allofthelights11 (77,407)

“That time Hermione offered to give Draco Malfoy some much-needed sexual experience.”

Wait and Hope - mightbewriting (94,946)

“[In which Hermione loses the last six year's worth of her memories, including the entirety of her relationship and marriage to Draco.]”

A Season for Setting Fires - mightbewriting (95,639)

“[In which a soulmate bond appears while Hermione is tortured at Malfoy Manor. Canon divergent from that moment onward.]”

Between Certifiable and Bliss - HeyJude19 (97,712)

“In the ensuing years, he did not need to constantly remember that blissful, impossible dream. He further did not need Potter bursting into his mostly turned-around life to embroil him in a conspiracy at Azkaban. And he definitely did not need to embark on a clandestine investigation into prisoner mistreatment with Hermione Granger.”

* FAILSAFE - Hypothetically (99,476)

"Professor McGonagall didn’t know that Hogwarts had a Failsafe. The Spell she used to protect the students triggered the castle to protect itself. It’s been creating labyrinths. Some of the loved ones of the missing ventured in, never to be seen again. It’s like they never left. Draco Lucius Malfoy, the verdict alteration comes with a stipulation that you must return for the rehabilitation of Hogwarts."

The Injury of Finally Knowing You - VanillaSage (123,751)

“10 years ago, tucked away in a secret room during their Eighth Year at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love. 10 years later, the echoes of how that young love burned down still haunt them when, on the day of her divorce, Hermione stumbles upon her old flame once again.”

Meet Me In Dreamland - sinflower81 (126,169)

“A Post-Hogwarts fic in which Hermione and Draco fuck (a lot) without realizing it. Alternating POVs, kinky combos, and a dramatic, spice-driven plot.”

Rosemary for Remembrance - rubber_soul02 (167,789)

“A post-war, slow-burn, enemies to lovers Dramione story about healing, redemption, and second chances. Featuring a full cast of your favourite snarky Slytherins.”

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Loveisthisselfcare (199,548)

“Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown – to both of their displeasure.”

Bring Him To His Knees - Musyc (246,526)

“Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting.”

A Game of High Stakes - In_Dreaming (263,110)

“In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.”

Manacled - senlinyu (370,515)

“Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.” 

NottPott

Chaperones - RoseHarperMaxwell (5,561)

“I'm going to court Granger," Draco said around a mouthful of toothpaste. He spat into their sink and rinsed his mouth, leaning against the doorframe with a casual air that belied the enormity of such a statement. "We need you to be our chaperone." Theo closed his astronomy textbook, using a thumb to hold his place. "I'm sorry, what?” Draco nodded, as though he'd expected disbelief. "Courting Granger. That's something I'm doing now."

No Expectations - In_Dreams (6,963)

“To avoid attending Hermione's promotion dinner solo after a breakup, Harry agrees to a blind date for appearances only. But his resolve crumbles when his arranged date is the disdainfully gorgeous Theo Nott.”

Jegulus

Taking Care - Quietlemonhush (5,084)

“James learns lessons about how to love Regulus.”

The First Person You Loved - Anonymous (8,539)

“Regulus shows up at the Potters' house bleeding and hurt, which reveals something about James' relationship with him to Sirius.”

As if Through Water - third_crow (8,611)

“Or, Regulus learns he and James have more in common than he thought”

* pretty as a peach, bruised like one too - completefailure (29,976)

"From the moment Lord Voldemort had laid eyes upon a stiff backed and scared Regulus, he had been doomed. Sometimes the only way out is through." (READ TAGS!)

* definition of insanity - bizarrestars (54,800)

"(Or, the one where Regulus flirts a little too close to the sun and loves getting burned.)"

The Mystery of Pears - sonwar (89,958)

“In the cave, Regulus doesn’t beg for it to stop. He begs not be left behind, alone. Perhaps this is why, when Kreacher gives one last look over his shoulder and sees terrible, pale hands reaching for his master, he appears in a flash at Regulus’ side, clutches him by the elbow, and Apparates them both out of the cave, directly disobeying his master’s last order.”

Pathological People Pleaser - rweoutofthewoods (114,435)

“(OR: all it takes is a summer-long holiday in Italy, James Potter's teetering mental stability, a secret relationship, friends with benefits, Marlene’s secret, and enough stupidity and insecurity to go around for everything to come crashing down around them.)”

* To the boy who… - ibbsterkisster (238,799)

"Or; the one where Regulus gets forced out of hiding to face the world, make the right but painful decisions, and fights with more than just one Dark Lord." (READ TAGS!)

* chew me up, but don’t spit me out - damagecontrol (261,000)

"Or, this is a story about identity, addiction, self-expression, and love in all of the varying shapes they can take."

Wolfstar

* The Ink Around Our Scars - Written_Willis (10,876)

"Sirius is a tattoo artist that specializes in clients with scarring. In walks Remus Lupin and his damn eyes and flirty smirk causing Sirius to forget his own name. Add in some daddy Regulus and James, Barty and Evan being Barty and Evan, a bit of toddler Harry, and a touch of misunderstanding."

* Underglass - Anonymous (24,496)

"King of the low-down, lord of mud and everything beneath the surface—Remus Lupin is the king of sordid exchanges happening under the Death Eaters’ noses. Nobody has ever been able to make a feint at him and survive to tell the tale. But when an intruder drops in, unexpected and wholly disarming, everything tilts just so on its axis and might tumble the lot of it to ash."

that’s the art of getting by - sarewolf (40,459)

“What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly. All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry. “Remus...” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.” A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?”

* At The Healing Edge of Broken - heartofspells (191,322)

"Sirius is a pro football star who finds himself injured. Through a recommendation from Lily, Remus becomes his physiotherapist. Or: Sirius is flying high on success until it all crashes down around him, but he realizes that maybe crashing doesn't always mean the end to everything. Someone's there to throw him a life preserver. He only needs to open his eyes to find it." (READ TAGS!)

[svnflower-writes]

real sweet but i wish you were sober

Description: in which the mutual pining becomes something both Remus and Sirius have wanted for years due to a drunk, jealous slip up on Sirius' part.

ship: wolfstar + background jegulus

warnings: nothing major I can think of—alcohol consumption, so much fluff, unresolved sexual and romantic tension, painfully obvious flirting, james regulus and peter are a bunch of little shits, jealousy

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51762532

authors note: SO MUCH FLUFF and remus is second guessing EVERYTHING. obviously inspired by wish you were sober by conan gray :) they’re not together when this starts and remus is feeling very unsure about a lot of things. sirius helps him out with that though ;) somehow from the dining table by harry styles possessed me to write this in half an hour idk why it doesn’t even give the same vibes but ig it feels like a wolfstar song to me soooo —as always this is unedited and i wrote it at 2am so i might read it later and think it's total shit (but currently this is my fave wolfstar fic i've writen) also this was meant to be like 500 words and its almost 2k lmaooo

Remus was a blushing mess. Sirius had insisted on doing Remus’ eyeliner—saying that Remus would just look ‘so hot’ in it—and who was he to refuse? For Sirius, he would do anything. The problem was, he hadn’t exactly pictured agreeing to this resulting in Sirius straddling his hips, leaning extremely close to his face with his tongue poked out due to his level of focus.

“Merlin, Moony, you’ll be the hottest one at the party.” Well, one of us certainly will be, and it’s not me.

Remus was screaming internally, but he mustered a playful smirk and a quick: “am I not already?”

Sirius sent him a grin as he continued to do his makeup, “of course you are, darling. Anyone who disagrees is blind.”

Remus was certainly not blind when it came to noticing the tiny things Sirius was doing, however. The way he pushed his dark curls out of his eyes with one hand and clenched his jaw slightly in concentration with one eyebrow slightly raised? Fucking hell, it drove him insane. Remus wanted so strongly to just grab his face and smash their lips together.

He didn’t do that, obviously.

“Okay, I’m almost done,” Sirius muttered while he did the final touches to the eyeliner. “You ready for everyone at this party to fall madly in love with you?” I only want you to love me.

Remus swallowed a lump in his throat and looked up at Sirius, “as long as you’re one of them.”

Sirius looked a little taken aback for a moment and Remus could’ve sworn he saw him blush, but he was likely just seeing what he wanted to see. At the look on Sirius’ face, Remus mentally cursed himself for speaking his thoughts aloud. Remus’ worry was unnecessary—as it often was—because a broad smile soon took over his features and he pressed a kiss to Remus’ cheek. “You can count on that.”

Even after he had pulled away, Remus could feel the ghost of his lips where they had been on his cheek, and he refused to look at Sirius because he knew he was a blushing mess.

“Moony?”

This broke Remus out of his thoughts, and he looked up with wide eyes. “Yeah?”

Sirius smirked in amusement at Remus’ absentmindedness and the fluffy-haired boy could only hope that he was unaware that he was the cause of it all. “Could you go check if James is ready? I need to fix my outfit.”

Remus scoffed softly, “Pads, I hardly think your outfit needs fixing.” Sirius was wearing a white cropped tank top—Moony loved it because showed off his tattoos and biceps— with an array of necklaces draped around his neck. He had on his favourite baggy jeans (the ones with stars on them that Remus had helped him make) and a black belt adorning his waist, and the look was finished off with a pair of Dr. Martens.

Sirius winked at him, “well, you know me. I have to look perfect for you, my love.”

The last two words almost resulted in Sirius being pushed up against the wall, so Remus opted for a short: “You always look perfect to me, darling,” before he exited the room as fast as he possibly could.

He found James downstairs in their common room, lying on the couch with Regulus curled up at his side. James was stroking Regulus’ hair and whispering sweet nothings into his ears, and Remus smiled at the two as he flopped down on the seat opposite them. James looked up and surveyed his flushed cheeks, he then asked casually, “so, have you two made out yet?”

Remus threw the nearest book (which happened to be Lily’s current reread, Pride and Prejudice) at him before glancing across at Lily, who was sat across the common room watching the exchange with a grin. “Sorry, Lily. it was for a good cause.”

“No, no. I’m curious too. Are the two of you,” she wiggled her eyebrows playfully, “getting any action?”

Remus glared at his friend, “shut up. And for your information, no.”

Regulus cooed at him from where he sat with James, “oh, poor Remus. So much flirting, so little of anything else—including your transfiguration notes, by the way. I wanted to borrow someone’s notes for the class I missed, so I asked James, who obviously redirected me to your extensive pile of notes on your desk. That desk is very disorganised, by the way. But alas, no notes. Never thought you were the type to forget to take notes. Spending too much time yearning over my brother in that class, Lupin?”

Remus looked away in embarrassment, “don’t rely on someone else’s notes next time, Reggie.”

“Don’t spend hours on end staring at my brother and I wouldn’t have to call you out for not having your notes.”

Groaning, Remus stood up, “okay, I’m going to get a sweater. See you guys soon!” he began to walk up the stairs but he was stopped when he walked into Sirius walking down. He had redone his hair and put it half into a low bun, and he had gained several rings and had a leather jacket in his hands.

He grinned at Remus, “ready to go?”

“Oh, I need-”

His favourite woollen jumper was shoved into his arms and he blinked slowly as Sirius spoke. “I thought you might want it.”

Remus shifted his weight from side to side as he looked down at the sweater in his hands and he was overcome with an overwhelming sense of adoration for the boy standing in front of him.

He didn’t realise how long he had been staring down at it until Sirius ruffled his hair softly.

“Hey, you okay? You zoned out.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine, thanks for getting this. We can go down now, if you want?”

Sirius nodded, taking Remus’ hand and tugging him gently down the stairs. Remus felt his heart beating faster than he deemed normal, but he couldn’t remember anything about human biology at that moment due to his mind racing at a million miles per minute. As the two walked into the common room, he met eyes with Lily and sent her an alarmed expression, to which she smirked at. She tapped Mary’s shoulder and pointed at Sirius and Remus’ entwined hands. Mary grinned and gave a silent cheer directed to Remus.

There were already more people in the common room, a variation of people Remus recognised and people he didn’t (admittedly more of the later group). Sirius led Remus towards James, Regulus, and Peter, who were now sitting upright on the couch. Remus sat next to Regulus and the boy smirked at him.

“You’re a mess, Lupin.”

Peter walked around the back of the couch to whisper in Remus’ ear, “I say just kiss and be done with it. This flirting is sickening.” Remus gently slapped Peter’s shoulder with the hand that wasn’t still clasped in Sirius’ ring-clad one and the other boy lightly gasped. “Well, they do say love makes people crazy.”

Remus groaned loudly at Peter’s words, and Sirius turned to him. “You okay?”

“No, he’s in-” Remus pressed his free hand over Peter’s mouth with a warning expression directed at the shorter boy.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He smiled at Sirius, who looked unconvinced and squeezed his hand reassuringly. Remus almost melted right then and there, and Peter snickered at the interaction.

James stood up abruptly, “alright, who wants some firewhisky?”

Sirius cheered, standing up to follow James and pulling Remus to his feet by the hand he didn’t quite want to let go of just yet.

Ten minutes later, Remus was leaning against the wall with a half full glass of firewhisky and a small smile on his face as he watched Sirius participating in some stupid dare. The long-haired boy kept sending little glances over at Remus to see if he was watching and letting his teasing gaze linger when they made eye contact. Somehow, Sirius had convinced Regulus to participate in the game, and the two brothers had light, carefree smiles on their faces.

Remus felt another presence next to him and looked over to see James, watching the Black brothers with a yearning look on his face similar to the one that was probably adorning Remus’ face. Smiling at Remus,

James muttered, “oh, our stars are so pretty.”

Remus nodded in agreement, “so pretty.”

The two stood there with adoring expressions painting their features for another ten minutes minutes before Remus felt an arm wrap around his shoulders, warm breath alarmingly close to his ear. He was overcome with an immense feeling of discomfort.

A sultry feminine voice whispered, “well, aren’t you a handsome specimen, what if I-”

The voice didn’t even get a chance to finish before Remus felt a well-known hand grab his own. “What if you piss off and take your wandering hands out of my boyfriend’s personal space?”

Remus did a double take.

His eyes widened slightly and he glanced at where James had been with a confused expression, only to find that his friend had disappeared. When he finally mustered the courage to look at Sirius, he was surprised to find him with a deep blush covering his cheeks. They met eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t know how else to get her away from you—and you were so uncomfortable, I couldn’t just stand there and watch. Plus, I didn’t want her touching you– I’m sorry, I’m rambling, fuck.”

Remus had the best idea he had had all night long. “Who said it was something to be sorry for?”

Sirius froze. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?”

Sirius looked into Remus’ eyes for a few moments before grabbing his face and smashing their lips together. It was a messy kiss, all teeth clashing and hands grabbing at hair.

Remus pulled away suddenly, “how drunk are you, exactly?”

“Not drunk enough to be making this up, if that’s what you’re asking?”

“Sober enough to remember it in the morning?”

“Well, if I don’t, we can always recreate it.” Sirius winked playfully and squeezed Remus’ hand.

“Hmm, can’t say I’d be opposed to that, darling…” Remus trailed off slowly as he pushed Sirius against the wall, bringing their lips together in another kiss. This kiss was slow, sweet, and a stark contrast to their first kiss. Remus had one hand resting on Sirius’ cheek and another tangled in his curls, and Sirius’ had his arms draped over Remus’ shoulders.

Remus’ eyes suddenly caught the metal glint of a necklace hanging around Sirius’ neck, and he raised an eyebrow as he pulled slightly away from the kiss. “Is that mine?”

Sirius scoffed, “you never wore it, anyway. It was wasted on you.” Remus smiled softly and wasted no time in bringing their lips together once again.

[wolfstargazer]

My style

Quiet. Full of love and sadness. Slowest of slow burns. Lingering glances. Misunderstandings. Missed opportunities. Sexual tension. Era-accurate. Canon considerate. Friendship. Romance. Angst. Drama. Bittersweet. Nostalgia. Flashbacks. Dreams. Some OCs. Teen Marauders. Adult Wolfstar. First Wizarding War focus. Mostly T & M rating. A safe, still place full of tenderness.

Master list

Without You, I'm Nothing (11/? | 29,325 | Ongoing) Remus returns from a trip to Hogwarts feeling desolate and confused. In trying to deal with his grief over Sirius' death Remus is forced to confront the feelings he tried, for so long, to ignore. As his mind drifts back to the years from the past he tries to make sense of the love and the bitterness of the years that have passed. OR Remus Lupin remembers the Marauders Fifth Year at Hogwarts, full of unresolved sexual tension, longing, and coming-of-age angst filtered through the lens of grief. A re-edited, re-post of a classic 2007 Wofstar, Marauder-era fic.

Wolfstargazer Microfics (40/? | 12,694 | Ongoing) Wolfstar-centric microfics created in response to Wolfstar Microfic and other prompts on Tumblr.

Say Hello Wave Goodbye (1/1 | 5,923 words | Complete) A night out in Soho in October 1981. All rain, and smoke, and drink, and sticky floors, and dim red lights, and two men who have nowhere else to hide their desire now their friendship has fallen apart. OR A dual perspective Wolfstar one-shot full of sexual tension, angst and betrayal on the very last night the Maurauders are all together before the terrible events at Godric's Hollow.

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered (1/1 | 2,584 words | Complete | Remus Lupin Fest 2024) It is the Marauders final year at Hogwarts and the Graduation Ball is fast approaching. But Remus doesn't know how to dance. Luckily, he has just the friend to show him.

Patient Potions Master (15/15 | 28,915 words | Complete) It is the beginning of another week during Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts and tempers are once again tested during Double Potions. How will Harry cope with a week's worth of detentions? And will what is revealed during these detentions help him to accept Sirius' death?

More about me below the cut

About me

Adult, first Gen Wolfstar shipper and Maraudra-era fanfic writer from England. I work full time and have three cats. My pronouns are she/her. I'm a neurospicy, ENFJ, triple Scorpio.

I returned to the fandom last year after a long hiatus to edit and re-post my ancient fics. I will also be creating new work with the Marauders and the First Wizarding War at their heart.

What not to expect from my work?

All out smut. AU. Crossover. Wild canon divergence. Fanon characterisations. Modern-day Marauders. Reader insertion. RPF. All out fluff. Muggle Marauders. Omegaverse. Multishipping. MPreg. Tonks bashing. Non-con. Snape erasure.

What pairings can you expect?

My content focuses on the characters of Remus and Sirius. Their relationship, as friends, enemies and more is at the heart of what I write. Other pairings, romantic or otherwise, may be depicted.

Some final things -

My personal perspective of the characters and my headcanon has been formed over 20+ years in the fandom. As such, my perspectives are shaped by my experiences. These may sometimes differ to others, and those of new gen fans. I respect all fans to interpret characters any way they chose, and hope others will treat my content the same.

I do not endorse the views of J.K. Rowling in anyway. Her views are very painful to me and for a long time I had to step back from the fandom as a result. I want my blog and content to be a safe space, for myself and for others. This is my escape from the world.

I have not read All The Young Dudes. I had stepped back from the fandom for sometime when the fic exploded. I am grateful that so many people have found a route into the Marauder-era fandom through this work. I support all fellow creators of content who shape the world and characters in ways that speak to them.

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[longlivedelusion]

Hi! Sorry, uhm, TW for SH:

I checked your request guidelines and I didn’t see anything about like, mental illness and stuff so I wasn’t sure if you were against writing comfort fics? If you’re ok with that can I request a Sirius (or Wolfstar) comfort fic where the reader wears a lot of rings and shiny stuff (like a crow) and one of their rings is like, a scratchy wire and he sees some scratches on their arm while they hold the ring and Sirius comforts them?

If you don’t want to then that’s totally okay, but if not can you reply and let me know? My notifications are always weird. Thank you! Sorry!

Hello lovely anon! Thank you for the request, I'm totally fine with mental health related topics if I feel I can cover them and am in the mental space to do so. I'm not personally familiar with this type of SH, but I hope that this offers you enough of what you we're looking for. 🤍

Money Problems

GN!Reader, no use of Y/N. Pet names galore.

Warnings: financial struggles, mentions of SH, some description. Not too graphic, but still please keep yourself safe. If you think you need help, don't hesitate to reach out to a mental health professional or loved ones. 🤍

It had been a rough one today. 

I'd been doing well, or decently enough. Things were looking up and my thoughts weren't so overwhelming these days. I had things to look forward too and overall couldn't complain.

But then I woke up to some unexpected bills glaring from my screen. I checked my bank balance to confirm what I secretly knew, and found the amount... Low. I hadn't splurged really, I just needed to stock up on basic toiletries this month which I usually did every once in a while. I thought it'd be fine, that I could afford it, but now those small things made the difference between being able to pay these new outstanding bills and affording groceries for the next month.

I tried to pull every penny I could, calculating how I could manage the new payment, but it still wasn't tallying up right. 

My hands started to fidget as I tried to come up with a plan. 

I'd have to cut on some things again, probably cancel my plans for the rest of the month that involved money, which meant most of the outings with my friends. I'd also have to cancel my trip to the north with Sirius, as much as we'd both been excited and planning to go... There was just no way I could manage my cut of it. 

I started to spiral my rings, trying to let the friction soothe me. But the more they spun, the more my mind did too. I felt my body grow tense and my chest tighten as the numbers on the screen blurred together. A scratch caught my attention, my small, barbed wire ring leaving a fresh mark on my finger. I felt my body as if it almost sighed in relief at the sensation, familiar. Comforting.

I tried to shake it off, but none of my usual soothing techniques seemed to wanna work at the moment and my mind wouldn't shut off. 

It was just a little scratch. It's fine.

After a few moments I heard the door unlock, my breathing slightly regulated at this point but body still buzzing with the unresolved stress. I tried to put on a smile as Sirius walked in, motorcycle helmet in hand as he shook off the rain. 

"Fucking hell, it's a mess out there! I could barely see on the way back." He took off his drenched leather jacket ad he spoke, walking in with a big smile on his face despite the weather.

"Want a cuppa?" I said already standing and walking towards the kitchen, keen to move my body and hopefully shake off the lingering anxiousness. 

"Yeah, let me change real quick and I'll be right out!" He said, moving to our shared bedroom and shutting the door behind.

I reached for a cup and started to brew some tea, body on autopilot as my mind kept moving. How would I tell Sirius about the trip? He's been so looking forward to this and I'm tired of him paying for so much or having to cancel because of me, I-

I was so stuck my head that I didn't hear him sneak up behind me, arms finding my waist as he always did. "Guess who found the perfect spot for our trip next week? That's right, your incredible and dashing boyfriend that is. I asked James if he knew of any good places and he mentioned- hey, what's wrong love?"

My grip around our cups had tightened, my body rigid as Sirius spoke. I hadn't realized I'd done it until he mentioned it. I tried to force my body to relax, taking as casual of a deep breath as I could. "Nothing, nothing. Just... A bit of a headache is all. Here's your tea by the way."

I felt his eyes on me, calculating, reading. 

"What's this?" He said, breathless.

I turned to him slightly and found him looking down at my arm, the small mark from earlier spread up the length of my arm. 

"Oh nothing, just accidentally bumped int-"

"Love," Sirius said, not accusingly. He turned my body to face him now, leaning his forehead against mine and looked at me with so much love and understanding. As if I couldn't hide from him, never from him. 

I let out a sigh. "I got some unexpected bills today." I started, fingers moving the rings again nervously.

He looked down at the movement and then back up, his hand casually reaching for mine. "Yes?" I felt his hand stay there, softly stilling my movements.

"And... I..." My hands twitched against Sirius's, his thumb brushing across my wrist. My voice came out shakily. "I can't do the trip anymore. Or anything else this month. I'm sorry." 

He let out a sigh, looking up incredulously. "Is that all? Darling, I don't care about the trip. We can go at any time. Besides, you know I can cover the exp-"

"No. No, I don't, I can't -" I started, body instinctually moving back but his hand on my waist stopped my movements.

"Hey, hey it's okay. We don't have to talk about it now." He started, eyes wide. "If you don't want to go, I'm more than happy to postpone for another time yeah? It doesn't have to happen now my love, we can always go later. It's ok." 

"But... You shouldn't have to cancel your plans because of me all the time. I hate that I can't do things, that I'm always scrounging for enough money for the month and that I can't just... Go out. Go places with you. Take you out for once." My breathing came out unsteady, tears gradually slipping down my face.

His hand on my waist moved to my cheek, wiping at the wetness. One hand always stayed on mine though. "If it's gonna make you this stressed, it isn't worth it then." He lifts my hand then, gently stroking the finger with the barbed ring. "May I?"

I look away with shame, but give a nod. I feel as he slowly removes my rings one by one, setting them down on the counter before going back to my hand. I felt both hands on it now as he gave it a gentle message, the movements making my body melt as I rested my head against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." I said again, mumbling against him.

"You don't have to apologize. Not for this." He said, the unsaid words lingering between the lines. He pressed a kiss to your hand before letting it go, reaching for the other, the arm with the damning evidence. He simply lifted it up, kissed that hand as well, and then let them settle back around you.

He kept you close to him, his face buried in your hair as he gently soothed you. The deep thrum of his voice lulling you as he hummed a familiar tune, keeping you there a while. There was no intention to move or leave any time soon, no pressure to think about the day or the future. He just let you take the comfort you needed, for as long as you needed. That is until he eventually suggested dinner. 'Leftovers and whatever that show is that you're obsessed with right now?' he said. His presence never leaving your side, his hands always reaching back for you in some way. 

He was always exactly what you needed.

[weird-obsessed-girl]

Tomarry / tomarrymort fic rec

i never thought i would like this ship but edits of fancast Tom Hughes has convinced me...

masterlist (incl. wolfstar, drarry, jegulus)

more to be added

Fortune Telling - TreacleTeacups

fortune telling, divination, persephone au | T | 1.5k

Don't Be Boring - duplicity, eleven_eaves, thegreenmagician

alternate universe, harry and tom attend hogwarts, established relationship, crack, master of death harry | M | 1.5k

Changelings - TreacleTeacups

time travel, kid fic, humour, established relationship, mamma bear harry | T | 1.7k

He Who Knows Too Much (and I, Who Knows Nothing) - coribbit

time travel, fix-it, seer harry, obsessive tom | T | 1.9k

It's All in a Day for Ron Weasley (professional best friend and undercover seer) - atlantablack

crack, seer ron, canon what canon | G | 2.5k

My Parallel - ColdEmergency

angst, hurt/comfort, alt universe, they both grew up in the orphanage, dirty talk, open ending | M | 2.5k

and they were roommates - purplemineralwater

modern setting, gogglebox au, smitten tom, flirting, domestic, harry has a crush, people ship them | M | 2.5k

Thanks for Harry - duplicity

both attend hogwarts, humour, fluff, pining, oblivious harry, romance | G | 4k

Observations of a Pureblood Heir - temptresslove

slytherin harry, tom and harry are in denial, fluff, unresolved sexual tension | T | 4.5k

Anemone - A_Single_Cactus

jealous and possessive tom, smut, top tom, oblivious ginny, scheming | E | 5k

Serendipity - Alissia

omega verse, porn no plot, soft tom, minister tom, mating cycles, bottom harry | E | 6.5k

letters of seduction (apparently) - purplemineralwater

office au, modern setting, sane tom, boss/employee, truth or dare, seduction, age difference | M | 7k

Like We Really Mean It - crowthing, Divida, eleven_eaves

fake relationship, tom needs a perfect image to be minister, smut, friends with benefits, quidditch player harry | E | 7k

play in reverse - BonesOfBirdWings

role-reversal, dark lord harry, age difference, surrealism, pre-slash | T | 7k

Hidden Away - Misty Shadowbrook (Dagger_Stiletto)

soulmates, child abuse, protective tom, cursed harry, alt universe, no voldy | T | 10k

Eudaimonia - duplicity

time travel, child abuse, angst, age difference, happy ending, harry kinda helps raise tom | E | 15k

tempor · al | ary - asterismal (asterisms)

time travel, established relationship, voldy wins, threesome | E | 16k

Yuletide Discussions - J_L_Hynde

time travel, discussion of wizard politics, tom lusting harry, alt reality, auror harry | M | 18k

Relativity. - Ideasofmarch

time travel, fix-it, BAMF harry, morally grey harry, slytherin harry | M | 18k

Enoument - Accipitae

master of death harry, harry grows up with tom in orphanage, time travel, homophobia, angst | M | 22k

The Way to a Man’s Heart - mosiva

sarcastic harry, no voldy, politician tom, chef harry, timeline mashup | T | 24k

Until Midnight Comes - Divida

cinderella fusion, crack treated seriously, mistaken identity, soulmates, obsessed harry, drunk sex, post-hogwarts | E | 26k

The Path Least Taken - Living_Free

crack, humour, de-aged harry, papa voldy, voldy makes friends, found family, sirius forced to co-parent | 35k

Where The Heart Is - thecunningserpent (Panthere)

sane tom, powerful harry, possessive tom, they attend hogwarts together, slytherin harry, fluff, courting | E | 36k

If we could turn back time - MBlack93

master of death harry, magically powerful, time travel, fix-it, sane tom, slytherin harry, bamf harry, knights of walpurgis | E | 54k

Heir Apparent - MonsieurClavier

time travel, sane voldy, voldy adopts harry, pseudo-incest, powerful harry, possessive behaviour, enemies to friends to lovers, humour | E | 61k

Inventing Paradoxes - Ailora

harry and tom attend hogwarts together, falling in love, tom outsmarting himself, oblivious harry, fluff and angst, triwizard tournament | G | 62k

Game On, Your Move - Ailora

time travel, crack treated seriously, obsessive tom, sassy harry, time loop, eventual happy ending, enemies to lovers | T | 75k

Tip of Your Tongue - Spork_in_the_Road

time travel, fix-it, morally grey harry, dumbledore critical, slow burn, mystery | M | 78k

At the end of every road - sassysquatch

time travel, obsessive harry and tom, mutual manipulation, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, class issues, politically motivated marriage | M | 84k WIP 1 last chapter

Too old to be this young - Nadia_Castillo

modern setting, everyone lives, boss/employee, minister tom, master of death harry | M | 88k WIP

you belong to me (i belong to you) - Child_OTKW

time travel, slytherin politics, mind games, auror harry, slytherin harry, master of death harry, PLS READ ALL TAGS | 112k

good night, darling - purplemineralwater

time travel, fix-it, master of death harry, slytherin harry, knights of walpurgis, possessive tom, sane tom, hurt/comfort, slow burn | E | 138k

Praeclarus Anguis - KaedeRavensdale

time travel, slytherin harry, possessive behaviour, tom has met his match | M | 172k

Diablerie - Oceanbreeze7

bamf tom, sane tom, time travel, ptsd, book 5, mental health issues, canon divergence | T | 176k

47 Days to Change (a translation) - snow_owl01

time travel, slow burn, dubious consent, alt universe | E | 200k

Dreams and Darkness Collide - Epic Solemnity (Dark_Cyan_Star)

alt universe, dubious morality, dark, seriel killers, dark harry | M | 209k WIP

The Rise of a Dark Lord - LittleMissXanda

dark harry, voldy takes an interest, golden era | M | 228k WIP

draw me after you (let us run) - ToAStranger

slow burn, canon divergence, horcrux hunting, enemies to lovers | E | 238k WIP

His Darkest Devotion - Lomonaaeren

canon divergence, soulmates, minister tom, heavy angst, drama, spy harry, suicidal thoughts | M | 257k

What He Grows To Be - Severus_divides_into_H

unhealthy relationships, obsessive and possessive tom, master of death harry, time travel, tom raised by harry, self-harm, psychological torture | M | 266k

What Souls Are Made Of - Emeralds_and_Lilies

golden trio accidently time travel, angst, mind games, unhealthy relationships, slow burn | E | 278k

[ecstarry]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love

Dare to Stay - Jegulus / T

The only thing that could make Regulus return to England after winning the war eight years ago, was Draco. What he never expected was to be faced with the unresolved feelings he had for his nephew’s Quidditch coach: James Potter.

2. Final Match - Jegulus / E

On his fourth day at the Olympic Villa, James finally decided to talk to the one athlete he couldn’t stop thinking about: Regulus Black.

3. Dearly Departed - Rosekiller / E

Barty has one interest; attending funerals. He has attended enough that he knows what to expect. Until he is finally intrigued again by a man as odd as him.

4. The Gift - Wolfstar / G

Remus tilted his head, but before he could ask anything, Sirius continued. “Is there space for one more?” he whispered, almost in a plea. Remus nodded slowly and opened his arm to make space on the rocking chair for Sirius. His husband comfortably settled on his lap and Remus held his entire universe between his arms. --- A small collection of moments during Christmas Eve throughout the years as Remus and Sirius raise Teddy.

5. Made for Me - Jegulus / M

"James?" Regulus gazed at him, utterly bewildered. What on earth was James Potter doing standing outside his door on Valentine's Day, holding an actual bouquet of flowers? "Yeah, that's us," James and Regulus turned at the sound of Barty and Evan's voices, each arching a brow, silently urging them to explain. "We signed you up for the Uni's matchmaking program. My guess is that you got matched with Potter." "YOU DID WHAT!?" Regulus snapped.

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[theroundbartable]

Who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them...

Haha XD ships aren't fun if they are canon, are they? xD

To me, anyway. I love getting together stories with loads of pining. And I prefer it if it could possibly align with canon. If a ship turns canon... it kinda ruins the purpse. Because... It's already a thing. It's fixed. I dunno, maybe I'm just not imaginative enough XD

Funnily enough, I'm often right about which ships turn canon XD

1. Merthur (BBC Merlin)

I have to say that, don't I XD

2. Mergwenthur (BBC Merlin)

I ship them in all variations.

3. Klance

A 3 year obsession. XD i'm half glad they didn't become canon and I am soooo frustrated too. Also, I think Allurance wasn't done Justice. It felt very one sided and that makes me sad for that boat. They could have gotten better and they should have.

4. Drarry (Harry Potter)

*Sighs frustratedly* you know? I am fine with them not being canon, but it should have been addressed! It made sense, even if it was unresolved/unrequited, whatever. nothing would have had to change!!!! On the same note: Wolfstar. But that one is a bit out of my interest zone

Gajevy (Fairy tail)

My first real shipping experience. And I loved their story arc. Especially Gajeel grew so much and it's the one time I think a bully actually deserved to be forgiven. He really worked on himself to do right by his friends.

Zosan (One Piece)

I ship this for the shits and giggles XD

Lumity (The owl house)

Luz and Amity are just so cute together and I love them and it's only downside is that it's already canon :( the show moved too quickly. Had to... But still

Ineffable husbands (good omens)

Do I need to say more?

Morgwen

The reason I put this so late is that I can't imagine them having Problems? I dunno. Perfect fit, no fallouts. it's all hearts and flowers and not leading me into a hellhole of pining idiots. Cause they are smart. It's difficult

Venom x Eddie Brock (Venom)

Vor reasons unknown to me... I like it. It's the one ship where allo aces and monsterfuckers Shake hands and it's wild. Love it. XD

This is what I've got so far. At least they are living in my head rent free. I think there is a theme in the characters I ship romantically. I have some pure platonic ones too XD

Thank you for your question anon :)