#wolfstar oneshot

[accio-sriracha]

The Monster

Wolfstar ~ Prompt: The Shrieking Shack ~ Word Count: 419 ~ @wolfstarmicrofic

(Oops, my que was turned off)

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"I love you." Sirius whispered.

Remus shook his head, his hands cradled against his chest.

He couldn't speak, couldn't think, all of his mind was full of one thought alone.

I did this.

He stared at the wound on Sirius' side, at the bandages under his shirt.

Remus did that.

Remus hurt Sirius.

"I'm a monster." Remus' voice was filled with disgust, "You shouldn't love me."

"You're not a monster." Sirius stepped forward. Remus scrambled backwards,

"Please! Don't come any closer!" He tucked his hands tighter against his chest, keeping them away from Sirius, keeping them where they couldn't do any more harm, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You can't hurt me like this, Remus." He whispered, "It's okay. Just take a deep breath, look at your hands. Those are gentle hands, they turn pages in books and write with quills and spread jam on toast. Those hands won't hurt me."

Remus let Sirius' words wash over him.

These weren't claws. These weren't the hands of a monster.

These hands wouldn't hurt Sirius.

His expression must have prompted Sirius to come closer,

"I love you. And if the man I fell in love with is a monster-" He smiled, shrugging, "So be it."

"How can you love me like this? After I caused you pain..."

Sirius laughed. A soft, sweet sound that healed something inside of Remus he hadn't known was broken,

"I was born into pain, my love. I never knew what it felt like to be cared for until these hands showed me. They may have claws when the moon is full, but they have shown me more kindness than any others." He kissed each of his knuckles, "I will more than willingly take that risk to be loved by you forever."

"I love you, Sirius." Remus squeezed his hands, gently, the type of thing his claws couldn't do.

He wasn't a monster.

"I want to love you for the rest of my life." Remus continued, staring into that brilliant silver. He'd always known it would be his weakness. But not like this... Not in the way that he would give the world to keep it in his life forever.

Sirius chuckled softly, "Then stop trying to convince me that you're not good for me, and start accepting that I will love you for the rest of mine."

He pulled Remus into a hug.

And Remus didn't hurt him. He couldn't. He loved Sirius too much to ever hurt him like this.

Remus wasn't a monster.

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[theemporium]

Threesome smut with WolfstarxReader where Rem is obiviously a dom and he is sitting there and watching+comanding Switch!Reader and Stwitch!Sirius. Or it could be Swiftch!Reader and sub!sirius either is okay

thank you for requesting!🖤

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“Stop.” 

“Remus, please—” 

“I said stop.”

You choked out a whine, your hands fisting the material of the sheets beneath you as Sirius lifted his head from between your legs. He had been teasing you for the better part of the last hour, letting his tongue lap your soaking cunt and tease your entrance before he was told to pull away by Remus.

It wasn’t often Remus got in one of these moods.

It was not an unusual or uncommon occurrence for Remus to take control in bed, and you and Sirius were more than happy to let him have his way. But sometimes—usually closer to the full moon when his aggression was pent up and his patience was wearing thin—he would be like this. He would be intense and dominating and it was hard not to fall under the spell of Remus Lupin. 

And both you and Sirius knew better than to disobey him.

You knew instantly something was up when Remus came down for breakfast this morning, subtly kicking Sirius in the shin under the table as you nodded towards your boyfriend. You had both been on edge, waiting for him to say something or do something or just snap. 

It wasn’t until hours after dinner when you headed up to your dorm room when he finally did. 

Over an hour later, he was lounging on a seat a few feet from the bed, his cock in his hand as he watched the two of you with heated eyes. You and Sirius were nothing but toys for his pleasure, for him to direct and control and to play out his deepest and darkest fantasies on. 

“Please,” you choked out, your body glistening with a thin, sheen layer of sweat. Your heart was racing in your chest and your legs were shaking from the overstimulation and you just wanted to finally come. “I-I’ll do anything, I–”

“Such a needy little whore,” Remus grunted, squeezing the base of his cock as he watched Sirius stare longingly at your soaking cunt, your legs spread and tied open with a quick flick of Remus’ wand. “Both of you, it’s fucking pathetic.” 

“Remus,” Sirius’ voice was gruff, his hair tied back in a low bun and his chin glistening with your release. He licked his lips, shifting in his seat in hopes of easing the bulge in his boxers. “She tastes so good—”

“Did I say either of you could speak?” he gritted between clenched teeth. 

Both you and Sirius shook your heads. 

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Remus grumbled as he stood up, naked and glorious and both of your bleary eyes couldn’t look away from him. “Both so fucking mouthy, especially you.” 

You squirmed under his gaze. “I–”

“Whores don’t talk,” Remus bit out, watching with some amusement how your chest stuttered with your shaky breaths. He turned his gaze down to Sirius who kneeled at the edge of the bed, his fingers working quickly to remove the hair tie before his fingers tangled in his hair.

“Shit,” Sirius moaned, head falling back when Remus roughly tugged. 

“Guess I gotta keep you quiet,” Remus groaned as his other hand gripped his cock, stroking himself until beads of precum leaked from the tip. He guided his cock to Sirius’ mouth, watching as the boy parted his lips instantly and wrapped them around the tip. “Atta boy, Pads.” 

You whined, watching the way Remus dragged Sirius’ head up and down his cock, the way he moaned and whined around his cock. 

Remus only scoffed, something quite like a smug smirk on his face. “Cry all you want, darling, you haven’t earned my cock yet.” 

Your cheeks flushed and your lips parted in shock. “Remus—”

“Whores don’t talk,” Remus repeated mockingly, letting out a small hiss as his cock hit the back of Sirius’ throat. “Now be a good girl and stay quiet, don’t need you distracting Sirius.”

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[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is betrothed!

(145 words.)

Remus notices the nickname evolution. The stupid words Sirius attaches to Remus that make the boy smile and roll his eyes, pretending there isn't a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Moony, my moonshine, want to go to Hogsmeade?"

"Rem, darling, when's the potions test?"

"Remus, my beloved, my one and only, what's the name of that muggle device again? The one that spins and heats stuff up?"

"Moons, my complete and utter ray of light, could I borrow a book?"

Until one day it changes.

"Moony, my betrothed..."

Remus snorts a laugh, eyes still on his food.

"We're not exactly engaged, love, you'd have to ask first-" He glances up and freezes. Sirius is on one knee in front of him, a soft, nervous smile on his face, holding out a blue velvet ring box.

"Okay, sorry, I'll try that again. Moony, my soon-to-be betrothed?"

[kingstarkingslay]

It was well past midnight when Sirius and Remus found themselves tangled in the sheets, the faint glow of the moon creeping through the open window. The gentle hum of the night outside, the occasional hoot of an owl, and the rustle of leaves in the breeze filled the silence of the room.

Sirius, with his dark hair a mess from tossing and turning, was sprawled across the bed with Remus’ head resting on his chest. Remus, still wearing the remnants of his school robes, absentmindedly traced patterns on Sirius' chest, his heartbeat steady and warm beneath his touch.

"Y'know," Sirius murmured, voice half-drowsy but laced with mischief, "I could have been a great actor."

Remus snorted softly, not bothering to open his eyes. "Oh? Really? And what would your best role have been?"

"Obviously, I'd be the brooding, misunderstood hero," Sirius said dramatically, shifting his position so he could look down at Remus with an exaggerated pout. "You know, the one who gazes longingly out of windows and pines for lost love."

"You mean the one who spends most of his time getting into trouble and getting kicked out of classes?" Remus raised an eyebrow, unable to hold back a smile.

Sirius shot him a playful glare, reaching up to flick a lock of Remus' hair out of his face. "That was part of the charm, Moony. Gotta keep things interesting, y'know?"

"Right, right," Remus hummed, as Sirius ran a hand through his messy hair. "And if you were an actor, would I be your love interest?"

"Obviously," Sirius said with a dramatic sigh, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You’d be the shy, intellectual type who doesn't realize how charming he is until the very end of the movie. You know, the one who wears glasses and reads a lot."

Remus’ grin widened as he tilted his head, trying to keep a straight face. "Are you saying I'm charming? Or are you just projecting your own fantasies?"

Sirius chuckled, the sound rich and warm in the stillness of the room. He shifted closer, pressing Remus against his chest, and placed a soft kiss on his skin. "Oh, I think you’re incredibly charming. You just need someone to bring it out of you. Someone... like me."

Remus’ heart fluttered at the simple, affectionate words. It was almost unfair how easily Sirius could make him feel like the most important person in the world with just a glance, a touch, or one of his teasing remarks.

"Alright," Remus said after a long pause, his voice quiet and thoughtful, "so, what happens at the end of the movie?"

Sirius tilted his head back slightly, looking down at Remus with those signature eyes that always made Remus’ stomach flip. "Well, at the end, I kiss you, of course."

"Oh, naturally," Remus said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. He could feel his cheeks warming. "And then what?"

Sirius smirked, his hand sliding up Remus’ arm to rest over his heart. "Then we live happily ever after. But with a few more snogging scenes, obviously."

"I’m glad you're thinking about the important details," Remus replied, his lips twitching into a smile.

Sirius' grin widened, and without another word, he leaned down and kissed Remus softly, just a brief press of lips that felt like it could last for an eternity. When he pulled back, he didn't go far, his forehead resting against Remus' as they both closed their eyes, basking in the simple closeness of the moment.

"Just so you know," Sirius whispered after a long pause, his voice gentle, "I wouldn't mind living the movie with you. Maybe minus the brooding and the pining... just the snogging."

Remus chuckled softly, his hand drifting to Sirius’ face, pulling him even closer. "I think I can live with that."

Sirius broke the silence again, his voice low and teasing. "So, Moony, if we were in a real movie... do you think we’d be the type that gets a happy ending?"

Remus chuckled, a fond smile tugging at his lips. "Well, considering we’re already here... I think we’ve got that part sorted."

Sirius' grin was wide and goofy as Remus nuzzled into his neck. "Good. Because I’m not letting you go, even if the movie’s over."

Remus chuckled and pulled him in tighter. "I’m not going anywhere either, Pads. Not ever."

[gardenoflupins]

Bodyswap AU / @wolfstarmicrofic / 976 words

Remus should have known something was wrong.

He woke up feeling refreshed and strong which was unlikely after a full moon. When he inspected his arms he knew something bad had happened. There were no scars from the bites he had given himself last night. Along with this, he could see black hair falling down his shoulders.

He scrambled out of his warm bed to the closest mirror in the odd room he had woken up in.

Remus skidded to a halt when he was face to face with Sirius Black, looking at him with wild eyes and a heaving chest.

Remus’s mind ran with all sorts of horrible thoughts before he decided the mirror was cursed.

That was until he remembered he could literally see the difference in his body.

Spiralling with paranoia, Remus leaned against the mirror and stared at the wide, light grey eyes looking back in terror. Not an expression he has ever seen on Sirius.

It hits Remus coldly when he remembers Snape’s threat from the beginning of the week about how he was going to make Remus regret it when Remus told the headmaster that Snape found out his secret and was going to out him. Obviously, Dumbledore forbade it and Snape was left restless and bitter.

But this?

Turning Remus into the most popular boy, one he hardly knew, was ridiculous and futile. He changed Remus’s appearance, so what? At least now he was temporarily hot.

Remus evened out his breathing. This was fine. He would fix this before classes started. He leaned his back against the mirror and looked around the room. He took in the music posters and the way the room had unfamiliar things scattered around.

Worse, he saw James Potter blinking blearily from his own bed. Remus froze, thinking for the first time that maybe this wasn’t some type of fucked up polyjuice potion and that perhaps Snape had discovered a way to swap his body with someone elses.

The blatant reason blares through his mind. It was so someone else would take in their wounds and make the connection that Remus was a werewolf.

His hands began to shake. Who was he swapped with? Snape? Mulciber? Definitely with someone out to get him.

He’d run to the infirmary to see if he was right. As he darted to the door, James intercepted him. Remus hadn’t realised he had gotten up.

“Where are you off too? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he yawned.

Don’t reply, don’t reply, don’t reply.

What would Sirius say?

Sirius.

Where was Sirius?

It dawned on Remus that Snape had probably swapped his body with Sirius’s. Somehow, that was almost worse. His eyes fluttered shut.

“Nowhere,” he breathed.

Remus could not get rid of Sirius’s friends. They followed him everywhere and always pestered him with conversation. He was gnawing on a fork by lunch because he hadn’t seen Sirius all day and couldn’t visit the infirmary alone.

He could burst into tears from anxiety.

Surely, if things were horrible, a professor would have pulled him aside.

The more he waited, the more his paranoia grew. He couldn’t hide it from Sirius’s friends who watched him like hawks but didn’t press after how stressed he’d been the first time they tried.

“Can I sit here?” a voice asked from behind.

Remus stiffened, knowing that voice intimately. James and Peter looked curiously at the speaker. Slowly, Remus turned around, feeling faint and pale.

His own face stared at him with a raised brow. Sirius looked sickly in his body but he hid his pain well. Not waiting for his response, he flopped down next to Remus.

“Looking good, by the way.”

Remus cringed into himself and Sirius kicked him sharply under the table. Remus flinched. “Ah— thank you? I mean, I know.”

Sirius gave him a very unimpressed look with Remus’s evaluation of him. Remus chewed on his bottom lip, drawing Sirius’s gaze to it. Right, of course. He wasn’t in his own body. It was surreal to see himself sitting next to him with expressions he didn’t usually make. Those at least screamed Sirius Black.

Fortunately, Sirius ignored his usual group of friends who gawked openly. Remus didn’t know what he’d do if he went into his usual chatter with the boys. He could see that Sirius’s temperament today was reserved and displeased.

Sirius side eyed him. “Can I ask why?”

Remus looked at him with despair, this wasn’t his doing at all. “Snape,” he answered mournfully.

Sirius looked past him to glare hatefully at the Slytherin table. The snarl on his face was the harshest expression Remus had ever seen. “Stupid fucking cunt,” he snapped.

Remus jolted, not expecting it. He started worrying that Sirius was very unhappy to be in a werewolf’s body. He obviously knew what Remus was by now, especially if he spoke to Madam Pomfrey.

“Cruel, tactless, piece of shit,” Sirius listed with agitation. James and Peter stared at him with eyes wide with shock and glee. They would surely harass him later with gratitude. Brilliant.

“Let’s go to Mada—“ Sirius’s eyes flicker to his friends. “Professor McGonagall wants to talk to us about doing study sessions together.”

Remus caves in on himself. He was going to be in so much shit. He irrationally thought of Aurors waiting for him outside.

Sirius places a hand gently on his own and Remus looks into his kind eyes. “Hey, you’re alright, I promise. I’m going to fix this.” He casts another venomous look at the Slytherin table. “And I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Remus holds his breath. Perhaps, their shared hatred of Snape would save him. He lets Sirius tug him out of his chair and doesn’t let go of his hand, clasping it tightly for support. In response, Sirius rubs a thumb soothingly over it.

[ricochetyears]

WOLFSTAR KINKTOBER

day 23: lingerie, day 24: hair pulling.

Back Arched Like a Cat

by ricochetyears

And then—just as Remus finishes revising a particularly stubborn paragraph—Sirius reappears.

He leans against the doorway with the ease of someone who knows exactly what kind of effect he’s about to have. Draped in soft, pale pink silk lingerie, delicate fabric tracing the curve of his hips, he looks like sin wrapped in a gift. His hair falls just perfectly, as if he’s been lounging in decadence all day, and one hand rests suggestively on the doorframe while the other lifts to his mouth, fingers playfully catching his bottom lip.

Remus blinks, stunned into absolute silence. His brain, which just moments ago had been running at full academic speed, now grinds to a sudden, screeching halt.

"How’s the paper coming along, Professor?" Sirius asks innocently, tilting his head.

Remus opens his mouth, but no words come out.

"Cat got your tongue? Well then," he says, feigning disappointment, "if you’re too busy, I suppose I’ll just—"

Remus finds his voice at last, rough but certain, "Don’t you dare move."

Or,

Remus has been spending too much time on his philosophy dissertation, and Sirius misses him.

art cr: wolfstar_zahri

[rosamariaa]

Wolfstar beach episode | nsfw-ish (just a tiny bit) |

You could say that Sirius Black is always in control of his emotions and impulses. Yes, people often say he is reckless and doesn't think before doing something, but this doesn't mean he loses control easily. Especially when it comes to his feelings—he promised himself long ago that he would always be 100% true to himself and his emotions. There’s no such thing as his mind playing tricks on him or feeling emotions he doesn’t understand. He is his own best understander.

So, you see, it's all very inconvenient when his mind goes blank and a static noise fills his brain when he looks to his side and sees... freckles. There's a blue, glistening ocean in front of him, a gently salt-filled breeze filling up his nose and a very bright and very hot sun overhead but all he can think about is a sun-kissed back and so many little freckles everywhere, he can't look anywhere else. And it's all the fault of a one Remus Lupin.

Sirius has come to the conclusion that it's a visceral reaction, really. It just can’t be helped.

Lately, all his previous beliefs about having complete control over his thoughts and reactions have been thrown out the window by the lanky boy currently lying on his stomach, quietly reading a book. Remus is propped up on his elbows, holding the book open with one hand while using the other to push and pull at his bottom lip—apparently a habit he has while reading. Sirius noticed. Because he’s been looking at Remus and at his slightly curved lips, at his back, at freckles…

Those damn freckles. Sirius wants to… well, he doesn’t really know what he wants. He wants to look at them some more, trace them with his fingers, see if they form a constellation. He also wants to kiss them, see if they taste like ocean water or sun-kissed skin—or maybe something uniquely Remus that he’s dying to find out what it tastes like.

He wants to do so many things at once, but in the end, he finally just lifts his hand and gently presses the pad of his middle finger onto a lonely freckle near the edge of Remus’ left shoulder. It’s such a light touch that Remus doesn’t even seem to notice; he’s still darting his eyes across the page, frowning at random paragraphs, fully immersed in his reading.

Emboldened by the knowledge that he isn't going to explode into pieces if he touches his friend, Sirius then continues his exploration. Remus' back is warm from the relentless sun and, knowing him, Sirius is sure he didn't apply sunscreen today and is about to get sun-burned. Sirius can apply it for him. Later. If Remus wants to. Now he is focused on his task.

He starts slow, leaving the first lonely freckle behind and moving up to Remus' shoulder, where he has the most of them. Then, he uses his fingertips to trace patterns on Remus skin, starting from his shoulders, down from there, then up again, close to his neck. It's all very natural, honestly. Sirius is sitting on the sand, propped up on his elbows while also caressing one of his childhood best friends that is laid shirtless besides him.

Remus doesn't really show any reaction and Sirius wonders if he is even feeling the touches but then... then Sirius draws a precise line from the back of Remus’ neck to the middle of his back, and oh, Remus definitely feels that. His hand stills mid-page, and a trail of goosebumps erupts across his skin.

Sirius feels a slow grin creep across his face.

He does it again, drags his nail from the end of Remus spine to the middle of his shoulder blades and yeah, there's no mistaking the reaction this particular action has on Remus from the way he puts his book down and looks up at Sirius, eyes squinting against the sun.

"What are you—" He begins but then Sirius does it again, now with three fingertips and Remus cuts himself off with an involuntary huff of laughter.

He groans and buries his face on his arms. "Don't do that— you know I'm ticklish" He mumbles, his voice muffled.

"OSirius says, stopping his hand on the small of Remus’ back and leaning forward, closer to Remus’ buried face. "I had no idea, actually."

"Yeah, well, " Remus lifts his head slightly. "Now you know"

They are close, now. Too close, and Sirius' hand is still resting open on Remus' back when he, absentmindedly, decides to slide it to his waist. Suddenly, Sirius feels his body temperature go a degree higher with the realisation that he is touching Remus—Actually touching, not only featherlike teasing.

Remus smiles lazily, and rests his head on his hand, eyeing the hand on his waist. "Are you going to give me a massage or what?"

He’s teasing. Sirius feels his insides turn to mush, his face growing warm while Remus mocks him. Sirius wants to crawl into the sand. He also wants to give him that massage.

"Hell no" Sirius huffs a laughter, taking his hands off Remus but promptly clamps it down on his shoulder, now redder than ever and clearly sore from the sun.

"ah, ah—fucking hell, Sirius" Remus winces, trying to pull away, but there’s not much room to go since he’s lying down.

"You know what you need? Sunscreen, you maniac" Sirius says, finally letting it go.

Remus flops down again. " Too tired to do it, tho"

Sirius snorts and lays back down on his elbows. "Tired from doing what? Reading on the sun-" Remus blindly reaches back with his arm to swat at him.

"If you're so pressed, put it on me then" Remus mutters.

Sirius almost chokes with his own saliva and feels his insides going warm again at the thought of getting to put something in Remus.

He takes a deep breath, looks up at the bright sky and mutters a quick pray. He is not a religious person by any means.

"Sure, if it prevents you from turning into a red crab" He sits up and looks for the sunscreen bottle buried somewhere in the sand.

"That doesn't even make sense..." He hears Remus muffled voice from somewhere behind him.

And so, like the brave man Sirius is, he gets the sunscreen and gets on his knees next to Remus, who’s still lying on his stomach, only his eyes visible above his crossed arms. Sirius rolls his eyes playfully, and Remus responds with a soft laugh.

Sirius squeezes the sunscreen on his palm and starts with Remus' shoulders. He hears him do a little hiss of pain and apologises, massaging the product more gently around all the expanse of Remus' back, but this time around he already knows all the freckles that adorn his skin. All the different textures and dents and little scars Remus' doesn't like to talk about— all of them engraved into his memory.

He joked about Remus being tired moments before, but it really must be true because moments later Sirius finds him with his eyes closed, hair falling on his face and gently swaying with the wind. His mouth is slightly open and Sirius can see a bit of a crooked tooth and the whiplash from wanting to trace, lick and grab every patch of Remus' skin to wanting to pick him up, tuck his head on his neck and stroke his hair has left Sirius a bit nauseous.

"Hey" He whispers softly, trying to wake him up.

Remus stirs slightly but doesn't really move. Sirius reaches down to brush some of hair away from his eyes and tries again. "Hey, Rem?"

Slowly and blinking softly, Remus opens his eyes and Sirius has never felt such a desire to kiss someone else's eyes or nose or mouth all at the same time before.

"Want to go back inside?" He smiles softly. "We're going to get lunch in a bit but there's time for a nap, if you want?"

Remus looks tiredly around for a moment and settles his eyes on their friends, a bit far away playing and swimming in the water. "Hmm... I have to go tell—"

"No, no. I tell them and you can just go back" Sirius only gives Remus time to nod before he gets up quickly and strides off to the water. All the while he feels his legs like jelly and his neck warm (and not only because of the sun).

what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck-

He tells his friends he is going back to the house with Remus and only gets a few Okay's and some ironic snorts in return, which he frankly doesn't understand and stops trying to when he gets back and Remus is standing there, eyes tired and soft and waiting for him to get closer before taking Sirius' hand on his own and walking to their rented beach house.

And so the morning ends with both Sirius and Remus throwing themselves into Sirius king size bed, feet dangling off the edge and sand on their feet, sleeping peacefully. Sirius is going to wake up a few hours later, annoyed because he can't believe they got his bed full of sand, and he will look to the side and see freckles—freckles everywhere.

[noideasforausername]

the moon, the star and the asteroid.

description: angsty established wolfstar x pining fem!reader blurb that I wrote because there's a serious lack of them on here

word count: 0.2k

warnings: !angst! hurt no comfort (don't say I didn't warn you) ,, saviour complex if you squint? ,, death (?)

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It was in the way Remus instinctively edged closer to Sirius whenever he was near. 

It was in the way his cold stone façade would break at the smaller boy’s antics. 

It was in the stares they shared, getting so lost in one another that the whole world seemed to disappear. 

The star and the moon. 

The perfect pair. 

She was just an asteroid.  

Destined to orbit around them temporarily.  

Until the unrelenting force of gravity would inevitably pull her out of orbit, imploding her whole world and destroying everything in its wake. 

Sometimes she wondered if it was all worth it.

Was simply existing in their presence enough?  

Hoping against hope that for once, the most peculiar astronomical paradox would take place, and the trajectories of a star, an asteroid and the moon would intersect? 

That same question played over and over in her head; and it replayed one last time when she jumped in front of her his star.  

Because if there’s one thing an asteroid can do, it’s to sacrifice itself first.  

To allow the star and the moon to continue shining under the same sky, with or without its presence. 

And as she felt herself being tugged backwards into misty nothingness; two matching tears fell down her cheeks: one for each of them.   

And she smiled. 

The image of her last moments in orbit forever imprinted behind her eyes: the star and the moon, hand in hand, looking at her.

Finally seeing her. 

The veil fluttered once. 

And the asteroid was no more. 

[moutainrusing]

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[lilyofthevalleyys]

summary:

Sirius gets accused of vandalism

He doesn’t really care, because:

1. He really needs a smoke

2. The officer interrogating him is hot

3. Said officer has a cigarette

wolfstar one shot ⭐️

(sirius is a criminal lol (kind of))

link: Smoke Signals

[wedontrhyme]

Sit With Me - A Wolfstar oneshot

"I mean its ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

Everyone turns to Sirius, well, almost everyone.

"Look at him! He didn't even hear what I said"

Lily, sitting across James' lap, sniggers into his shoulder.

" 'Course I did" Remus replies, still not taking his eyes off his book. "You said (exaggerates Sirius's posh Bath accent) I mean its ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

"Moony you wound me so!" He flings himself towards the other end of the sofa, where James and Lily sit, a hand over his forehead. "Look at our friends!"

Now Remus does lift his gaze. Everyone was paired off. Marlene had Dorcas in her lap and was whispering into the girls' ear, making her giggle. James' hand was already out of sight, buried under Lily's jumper as she got as close to him as possible. Peter and Desdemona were fast asleep, leaned into each other. Only Mary was alone, sprawled along her own sofa painting her toe-nails in various weird positions. But as Mary had told them many a time, she had no interest in boyfriends, only good times.

"Why is it that my boyfriend would rather be cuddled up with a book than me?"

He wasn't even asking Remus, who'd chosen to sit on the floor. He didn't comfortably fit on any of the settees in the gryffindor common room, so he usually lied in between many blankets and cussions. Tonight, he had his back to a wall of pillows and was covered by a plethora of blankets. Sirius continued staring at James with puppy dog eyes, awaiting an answer.

"I'm sorry, I was at a good bit." Remus explains, "Besides, why didn't you just come sit with me?" He cocks his head at Sirius, smiling mock-innocently.

Just as Remus had known he would, Sirius comes over to him immediately. Muttering to himself as he went: "Pretty bugger, looking at me with those eyes, how dare he..."

Once Sirius is standing above him, Remus takes his hand and brings him down onto the floor with him. He opens the blankets for him and Sirius quickly shimmies in, unaware of his friend's smiling gazes behind him. He props his head against Remus' chest, legs already getting tangled up with the other boy's. Under the covers, Remus places his hand on the small of his back and, fully discarding his book, begins stroking Sirius' hair.

All around them the lazy conversation continues, mainly carried by James and Marlene, ever energetic, even at 2 in the morning. But all Remus can concentrate on is his boyfriend's smile as he looks up at him. Sirius has evidently completely forgot the fact that they are not the only ones in the room; He strokes Remus' face for a while, with a gaze so open and emotionally intense it makes Remus' heart melt. Remus loves it when Sirius has a cheeky glint in his eye. He adores it when he's just woken up and sleep still sticks to his features. Even angry or sad Sirius is breathtakingly beautiful. But nothing will ever surpass the feeling Remus' gets when Sirius looks at him like a man in love. His grey eyes are open wide, his perfect brows slightly scrunched together, a small smile plays on his lips. The expression makes him look younger, taking Remus back to when he fell in love with him, two years prior, they were only 15.

"Love you" he wispers.

Sirius replies by taking his hand and kissing his knuckles, " I love you".

Finally, he lays his hands on whichever part of Remus' torso he can reach comfortably and closes his eyes. Not long after, Sirius begins to snore lightly, surrounded all around by love and warmth, Remus smiling at him like a maniac in love.

[theemporium]

wolfstar fucking read stupid? maybe there is some jealousy involved?

thank you for requesting!🖤

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“Atta girl, sweetheart, just like that. Fuck—” 

You let out a muffled whine, your wide and glossy eyes staring up at the pretty boy who threw his head back as he let out a low moan. He looked gorgeous like this, head tilted back and neck on display, the tattoos littering his torso and arms as the sounds of his pleasure echoed through the room. He was so pretty and you just never wanted to look away, never wanted to move away from that angle. 

Sirius’ fingers gripped your ponytail like a handle, guiding you up and down his cock as your tongue eagerly traced along the underside of his cock. Your lips were red and swollen, a mix of spit and his precum drooling down your chin but neither of you cared as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“Merlin, you always were a fucking slut for his cock, baby,” another voice growled from behind you, large hands roughly squeezing and groping your ass. You whined around Sirius’ cock but the boy behind you just let out an amused chuckle. “Bet you would stay with his dick in your mouth forever if you could.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut when Sirius’ hips roughly thrusted into your mouth. 

“Maybe that would teach stupid pricks that she’s our whore,” Sirius snapped, his chest heaving with soft pants as he stared down at you, his eyes darkening in delight at the way his cock bulged in your mouth.

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were some of the best boyfriends you could have asked for. They were caring and attentive. They loved to spoil you rotten in any way they could. And they loved reminding everyone what belonged to them—including you. 

Especially you.

All it had taken was an overly-friendly project partner for the boys to see red. They got possessive and they got territorial and they happily reminded your project partner who you belonged to. And then they dragged you up to their dorm to remind you of the same. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed and you honestly didn’t care. All you knew was that your whole body felt like it was on fire, you were leaking down your own thighs and you doubted you would be making it to any of your classes tomorrow but you really, really didn’t care.

“Our pretty slut,” Sirius cooed mockingly, his fingers lightly tracing the bulge in your cheek like a soft, loving action. “Can you take it or is it too much?” 

You whined, wiggling your hips and both boys chuckled in response. 

“She was made for us, Pads,” Remus growled from behind you, swiping the head of his cock along your soaking slit. Your eyes fluttered shut as he slapped your swollen clit with his tip a few times. “Ours. All fucking ours.”

Your moan was filthy as Remus slid into you, right down to the base of his cock until his hips were snug against your ass. Sirius tugged on your hair, keeping you locked with his cock down your throat and you felt so fucking full. Your boys—both of your boys—so deep inside you and you could have happily stayed there forever. 

You saw the bright flash before you heard the familiar click of the camera, your eyes snapping open to look up at Sirius who just smirked down at you. 

“Just a little reminder what a whore our girlfriend is for our cocks,” he commented casually before handing the camera to Remus, who you could only imagine had a similar mischievous glint in his eyes as Sirius did. 

Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt his palm meet your ass. 

CLICK!

“Our whore. Ours.”

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[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Happy Marauders go back to school day!!

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is Hogwarts Express xoxo

"Are you okay?" Lily asks, watching Remus' leg bounce from inside the carriage as his anxiety mounts. His eyes are practically glued to the window, scanning the platform.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine, I'm..."

He trails off the moment he sees him.

Sirius.

He steps through the platform with James close behind, and Remus can already see the switch that a summer away from his family brought on. He's standing a little taller, his eyes a little brighter. As Effie and Fleamont emerge, he turns and smiles at them, his whole body more relaxed than Remus has ever seen him.

"I'll be right back," he says quickly, standing and practically running from the Hogwarts Express.

Once he gets out onto the bustling platform, Sirius turns and spots him. His face brightens in an instant, positively beaming at the sight of him. God, just the sight of him sends warmth through Remus' chest.

He doesn't even know when Sirius starts moving towards him, all he knows is that they meet in the middle with a crashing, bone-breaking hug. Remus shuts his eyes, pulling Sirius closer. For a while, he was worried Sirius would be gone forever.

Here he is, happy and safe and free.

"You got out," Remus murmurs, a little breathlessly. He feels Sirius nod, and the relief floods him so suddenly, it brings tears to his eyes. Sirius must be able to feel that Remus is on the brink of a breakdown, because he pulls away. Gently, he reaches up and cups Remus' face with both hands.

"I love you," Sirius says suddenly, with that damn smile that just... knocks the air out of Remus' lungs. The one that travels up so far that it crinkles his eyes. Then, out of nowhere, he pulls Remus in and connects their lips.

Sirius is here.

He's here, and he's staying.

Life is fucking perfect.

[kingstarkingslay]

The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm light over the room. Sirius lay sprawled across the bed, his arm draped lazily over Remus, who was nestled against his side, feeling warm and content.

“Hey, Padfoot,” Remus murmured sleepily, his voice muffled against Sirius's shoulder.

“Yeah?” Sirius replied, half-asleep but already grinning at the sound of Remus’s voice.

“What would you do if you woke up one day and found out you were actually a giant marshmallow?”

Sirius snorted, waking up just a bit more. “Well, first, I’d have to figure out how to get out of bed without squishing myself. That would be tricky.”

Remus giggled, picturing it. “And then what?”

“Then I’d just roll around town, spreading sweetness everywhere,” Sirius said dramatically. “I’d be the life of every party. Everyone would want to hug me!”

“And what if someone tried to roast you?” Remus teased, raising an eyebrow.

Sirius gasped in mock horror. “Then I’d turn into a gooey blob and escape through the nearest window! Marshmallow agility, you know.”

Remus laughed, the sound like music to Sirius’s ears. “Alright, Mr. Marshmallow, next question: What would you do if you woke up one morning and found out you were a unicorn?” Remus asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sirius pretended to think hard, his brow furrowing dramatically. “Well, first, I’d probably check to see if my mane is fabulous,” he said, running a hand through his own tousled hair. “Then I’d spend the day prancing around the forest, spreading glitter everywhere!”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. “And what if someone tried to ride you?”

“Easy! I’d just buck them off and yell, ‘Only for Remus!’” Sirius declared, punctuating his words with a playful kick.

Remus laughed, snuggling deeper into Sirius’s side. “Alright, next question: If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Chocolate frogs, obviously!” Sirius answered without missing a beat. “They’re delicious, and they keep hopping, so I’d never run out of fun!”

“True, but what if you had to catch them every time?” Remus teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Then I’d become the greatest chocolate frog catcher in history!” Sirius exclaimed, puffing out his chest. “I’d have trophies and everything!”

Remus couldn’t contain his laughter. “I can see the headlines now: ‘Sirius Black, Champion of Chocolate Frogs!’”

“Exactly!” Sirius grinned, clearly enjoying the banter. “What about you? What would you choose?”

“Hmm… probably pumpkin pasties,” Remus said thoughtfully. “They’re delicious and comforting, just like you.”

Sirius’s heart swelled at the compliment. “Flattery will get you everywhere, you know.”

“Good to know,” Remus said, feigning innocence. “Next question: If you could turn into any animal, what would it be?”

“Definitely a dragon,” Sirius replied, his eyes lighting up. “I’d be massive, breathing fire and soaring through the sky. Everyone would be in awe!”

“What if you accidentally roasted someone?” Remus asked, suppressing a smile.

“Then I’d turn back into a human and say, ‘Oops, my bad!’” Sirius laughed, imitating a casual shrug. “I’d make sure to look really innocent, too.”

Remus shook his head, chuckling. “You’re terrible!”

“Only in the best way,” Sirius said, leaning down to plant a playful kiss on Remus’s forehead. “Your turn again!”

“Alright,” Remus said, eyes sparkling. “If you could only speak in song lyrics for a day, what song would you choose?”

“‘I Want to Break Free’ by Queen,” Sirius answered immediately. “I’d just wander around singing about how much I love freedom… and how I can’t resist a good adventure!”

“And what if I asked you something serious?” Remus inquired, biting back a grin.

“I’d just sing it! ‘I want to break free, I want to break free!’” Sirius replied, bursting into laughter.

Remus joined in, their laughter filling the room with warmth. After a moment, Remus paused, his expression softening. “You know, I really love these mornings with you.”

“Me too,” Sirius said, wrapping his arms tighter around Remus. “You make everything better.”

“Even if I ask silly questions?” Remus teased.

“Especially because of that,” Sirius corrected, his voice serious yet playful. “You make being silly feel special.”

Remus smiled, warmth flooding his chest. “Alright, last question for now: If you could have any superpower, what would it be?”

Sirius grinned, looking thoughtful. “The power to make every day a cuddly day with you.”

Remus felt a rush of affection, and he nestled even closer. “I’d say you already have that superpower.”

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Just something I had lying in my notes app for weeks . Thought I’d brush the dust off and post it , waddya think ?

[gardenoflupins]

AU where Sirius is a king and Remus is brought in as a prisoner

TW: violence, slightly toxic characters

Remus swallowed down vomit as he moved jerkily with each press of the silver spears against his back. The king’s men didn’t even have to physically touch him to hurt him. They could burn him just by placing their spears close enough to his body.

His wrists were shackled with silver in front of him. Each time his wrists moved, it sent waves of fiery anguish through him. The only reason he stayed upright was to avoid a spear in his back.

People nearby gasped and moved backwards when they saw him. Remus isn’t sure if they’ve put it together that he is a werewolf or if they think he is some dangerous criminal being guided by soldiers. Most people knew nothing about werewolves, just that they were lethal murderers.

Remus had never murdered anyone.

He’d never even hurt anyone. He made sure he couldn’t.

But the king’s soldiers were always on the hunt for dark creatures and they had located him through his howls of pain. The men sighted him just as he was turning back into his human self. They almost made Remus walk naked until he heard them say that they didn’t want to disturb the general public. After weakening him with silver they decided to bring him directly to the King. Remus doesn’t know if it’s for imprisonment, execution, study or torture.

When they reached the gates, the guards stationed there gave them all doubtful looks but let them through.

“We’ll keep it in the prisons under the castle until King Sirius is made aware of this discovery,” one of the men said in a gruff voice.

Belatedly, Remus realised they were talking about him.

“It will be well contained,” another added.

Remus discreetly eyes his surroundings. The halls were littered with large works of art and the chandeliers made his eyes go wide at the beautiful complexity.

They are intercepted a few minutes later. A young, lean man with curly dark hair strided towards them and frowned through his glasses. Remus knew immediately by his neat and regal attire that he was someone important. Was this the King?

“Explain what I’m looking at,” he demanded with clear disapproval. Remus’s eyes flickered restlessly towards him.

The guard made a respectable gesture before signalling to Remus. “This one is off to the prisons until the King gives orders on what to do with it.”

The wealthy man furrows his brows, looking directly at Remus. Remus looks at his feet because he was not used to people staring at him without recoiling away. Remembering himself, he looked into the other’s eyes.

“Does the King know of this?”

“Not yet.”

Agitation passed the man's face and he began walking away, urgency in his steps. “You will follow me.”

“My lord—“ the guard began but thought better of it. They poked Remus with the spears, making him hiss out in pain and stumble in the Lord's direction.

Two people opened double sided doors for the unnamed Lord and the rest of them. Remus felt the guards around him hesitate but they didn’t dare question the Lord with glasses.

“Sirius,” the Lord snapped and Remus flinched at his tone.

Remus quickly understood the hesitancy around him when he walked into what appeared to be the throne room. There sat a man with long jet black hair. Stomach giving out on him, he realised the ornament on his head labelled him as a King.

King Sirius.

Fuck.

Reflexively, he tried to pull back and this time somebody really did stab his spine. He muffled a moan and stumbled forward on uneven footing.

“Here is yet another one,” the Lord spoke without waiting for acknowledgement. “Starving probably. Is it really fair to throw a young man like this into the prisons? He is hurt, Sirius.”

Given the informal use of the King’s name, the Lord must be very close to him. Unless he was stupid.

The King didn’t bother to look at anyone but the Lord who spoke.

“Another complaint?” the King asked warily, a half smile playing on his lips.

His companion huffed and gestured aggressively to Remus. Remus shrunk back. He was pinned down by grey eyes and Remus knew from his eyes alone that the King was someone resilient, fierce, and merciless.

“My King, this is not another thief situation,” the guard behind Remus argued.

Remus braced himself for the reveal.

“It’s a werewolf. We were taking it down to be restrained but Lord James insisted we come here.”

King Sirius and Lord James stared at Remus sharply. Remus is sure he looked a mess with his hunched shoulders and defensive body language. Even with the declaration, their faces were almost impassive.

The King leaned back on his throne in a casual and aloof manner. “That’s no werewolf. It’s merely a man.” He gives them all loathsome looks. “Have you come to waste my time? Are my men truly so dim they cannot recognise a bloodthirsty wolf from a man?”

For a moment, the King is met with shocked silence.

“My King,” a different guard starts uncertainly, “rest assured this is a werewolf. We found him in his cursed form and waited to bring him like this.”

Lord James visually tensed at that, eyes scanning Remus up and down. The King appeared to be doing the same.

“You’re certain?” King Sirius asked. Remus’s wide eyes drew to him solely and they held eye contact. Remus wondered what the King saw when he looked at Remus who was wearing the King’s official colours because the guards didn't want to bring him in bare.

“Most certainly,” came the reply, sounding calmer. “We’ve weakened it with silver so you needn’t be afraid of harm. We will take our leave while you decide what to do with it.”

Remus didn’t ignore the way they only referred to him as an it.

King Sirius held up a hand to stop them just as Lord James opened his mouth angrily. “This is a boy. How is he a boy?” the King asked.

The question confused Remus. When the others don’t reply, he addresses Remus specifically. “You. Explain it to me.”

Remus startled. Had the King really addressed him?

“I would not waste my breath,” the same guard said. “It cannot speak English.”

The King looked disappointed. Seeing his window closing, Remus rushed to say something.

“Untrue, I can speak English.” His voice was hoarse from the previous night of screaming.

The knights around him stiffened and the air became cold and unwelcome. At all the hard stares, Remus worsened it by speaking because he never worked well under pressure. “I can read and write too.”

His body hit the marble floor roughly when somebody from behind kicked him down. The shackles on his wrist moved terribly with the movement, causing him to wheeze out in pain.

“Do not lie to the King,” the guard snapped and held Remus’s head down with his boot.

Remus groaned, regretting everything. He should have let them continue thinking he was a daft, witless creature. They never once asked him to speak when they found him and Remus was too scared to talk to them. He knew they looked down on the poor and the cursed.

“Is that necessary?” came Lord James’s voice, tinged with alarm. Remus heard footsteps approaching.

“Its looks are deceiving. It looks like a man but is not one. Don’t waste your concern on it.”

Remus didn’t move an inch. He was not going to do anything that would endanger him quicker.

“Remove your foot off him.”

Remus swallowed thickly at the sound of King Sirius’s voice. Still unreadable in his emotions.

“Sire—“

“Do not make me repeat myself. I am agitated as it is.”

The foot leaves his head but still Remus does not move. He hears more footfalls and prays the King isn’t coming his way to behead him. He catches sight of his shoes near his face.

“Rise.”

Remus hesitates and after a moment of contemplation he hesitates again. Very slowly, he raises his head a fraction, afraid he is going to kick Remus’s teeth in.

The King only looks at him with something resembling curiosity. He is at least pleased that Remus stays close to the ground in a non threatening manner. It does nothing to ease the others.

“As I asked before, how are you a man?”

Remus does not reply. Instead he watches the King, eyes glued on his face for signs of incoming violence.

“Do you have a name?”

No response.

“Can you only speak a bit of English?”

Remus’s eyes flicker behind him at the guards.

“Ah,” the King says with realisation. “They are not allowed to stop you from conversing with me. Speak.”

He continues to say nothing.

He almost wasn’t surprised when a knight stomps on his spine. Remus cries out as his burns rub against his shirt and the offending boot. A sob leaves his mouth and he fails to hold in a whimper. He lets his head stay on the ground. If they were going to kill him, let them. He was too tired to be tortured.

“How dare you,” Lord James bristles, facing his fears and walking closer to Remus. “Get back,” he snaps when they try to shield him from Remus.

“You hurt him for speaking and then hurt him for not speaking,” comes the King’s cold reply. “Do not interfere again or I will spike your skulls on the gates.”

The ice in his voice makes Remus shiver.

“Stand, Lycanthrope.”

Unsteadily, Remus does as he says. When he is on his feet, his upper body is hunched again from the burning sensation. The King’s eyes fall to his burnt and shackled wrists but says nothing.

For awhile, all three of them stare at each other. At first, Remus is met with detached looks from both the royal men. Then, they regard him with a look almost akin to pity.

Lord James side eyes King Sirius.

Remus’s head drops. He knows they are not impressed with what they see. The loathed lycanthrope. A scrawny young man. The horrors.

Another tense silence passes before Lord James can’t hold himself. “Surely you can’t kill him. Look at him. He’s….”

The King sighs. “He’s a danger, James.”

Remus already had no hope of surviving this, but this killed him further.

King Sirius takes a step closer to Remus and everyone, including Remus, freezes. This time, nobody tries to second guess the King. He takes another and another step until he is right up against Remus.

Remus looks anywhere but at him, feeling caged and very small in his commanding presence.

“This thing…” he begins, “like a puppy. Mutt. This is a werewolf?”

Remus’s stomach churns with anxiety. What would he do to him?

“My King,” a guard warns in a strained tone.

“You’ve frightened it,” is all King Sirius says.

Taking a risk Remus finds stupid, he tilts Remus’s head up with a strong hand. Remus’s eyes widen and his body aches from how still he tries to hold himself without shaking. Touching a werewolf was inexplicable. Nobody would go anywhere near a werewolf, let alone talk to or lay a hand on one without the intention to kill.

His brows raise at Remus, studying him. “Submissive.”

Remus is shocked at the word that leaves the King's mouth but knows it’s because he is viewed as nothing more than a wild dog. A skinny and petrified one at that.

Lord James moves slowly to stand next to the king, a frown upon his face again. “Sirius,” he begins, “this is unsafe.”

The King doesn’t remove his eyes from Remus, insisting on trapping him in his gaze. “You wanted me to show mercy,” he states.

“That was before—“ Lord James huffs, running a hand through his hair. “You’re too close. He may bite.”

Horrifyingly, this makes the King tilt his head with curiosity. “Is it true that you can only spread your curse on the full moon?”

When nobody answers, Remus gives a small nod of his head.

“You can turn into a man?”

Remus bites off his angry words. King Sirius’s eyes gleam. “Go on, permission to bite— verbally, that is.”

Remus doesn’t go for the bait. His shoulders fall a bit and the other clicks their tongue. He had no reason to be displeased by Remus’s lack of anger.

“Refusing to answer will get anybody in trouble, regardless of who they are. Can you turn into a man?” he asks again.

“I am a man,” Remus whispers.

He hears no reply.

King Sirius is amused, curious, and disbelieving all at once. He grabs Remus’s chin to tilt his face left and right, looking for signs of animalistic features. His gaze snags on a few wounds Remus knows are there and Remus swallows thickly. Nervousness thrums through his system, making his heart race. The King’s gaze falls to his wrists again but doesn’t make the command to release him.

“I think you will teach me a lot of things, Lycanthrope,” he says softly.

Dread pools in Remus’s gut.

He’d be kept for study then. There was no gaurantee that torture would not be involved, especially because the King would not be prepared for how stubborn and unwilling Remus was going to be.

[thebl4ckstar]

Sirius: Do you like anyone, Remus?

Remus: Why ask?

Sirius: Well... James is getting pretty serious with Lily. Peter... Peter is somewhat in a relationship with this Hufflepuff girl... I mean... you seem like the bloke to charm some girls for a bit.

Remus: Charm girls, huh?

Sirius: Oh put down that book, will you? I'm serious.

Remus: Sirius Black that is.

Sirius: Can't have a single conversation with you, huh?

Remus: Keep on talking.

Sirius: Right. Right. Uhm... well, just answer the question. Everyone is getting into these relationships, and I was wondering if you were too.

Remus: Would you be mad if I said that I was in one?

Sirius: Yeah, pretty mad. Doesn't make sense for myself to be the only single marauder.

Remus: Ha ha. Funny.

Sirius: But is it true? You're... in one?

Remus: Me? What? No. No. No. Single. Very single.

Sirius: That's... good. I think.

Remus: You think?

Sirius: Yeah. Cause I'm not the only single marauder.

Remus: Hey. Fuck you.

Sirius: Moony. I'm sorry. Didn't mean it like that.

Remus: I'll probably date someone. Get a partner before you.

Sirius: Partner?

Remus: Yeah. Yeah, like a nice girl. Like Lily maybe.

Sirius: Ha. Tell that to James.

Remus: Wouldn't dream of it.

Can't you see your honour???? They want eachother!!!! They just don't know it!!!!