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Could you do a jealous and clingy Sirius please? I loved the ones you did with Remus and it got me thinking what wonders you could create with Sirius. (I don't have a blog on tumblr, youre the only reason I come here)

Oh my god. I’m literally blushing to myself all alone in my room right now. Thank you!

Remus was talking to Katie Blushtack.

They were both hunched over Standard Book of Spells: Grade Six  and they were laughing

together

Sirius glared across the room from his spot in one of the armchairs - he’d pretty much been glaring all night

“Sirius. You do realize if you want to get your homework done, you actually have to do your homework.”

“Not now, Lily.”

He narrowed his eyes, digging his nails into the plush cushion of the chair, “They’ve been sitting there for hours…”

Lily rolled her eyes, “Yes. They’re studying. Like we’re suppose to be doing. Remember? We agreed that when you and Remus study together nothing gets done so we split up-”

“Well why couldn’t he go with James or something?”

“Because James needs me, too.” Lily sighed.

James looked up from his essay, ready to be offended, but then shrugged and nodded, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well- Well I don’t like this.”

“Well if you want to pass Charms-”

But Sirius was already up and crossing the room to Remus

He stopped, pulled out his chair and slammed his own books on the table, sitting down

He then proceeded to tug on Remus’ chair until he was closer to Sirius then he was to Katherine- or whatever

“You can go.” He said simply to the girl

She raised her eyebrows at Remus but Remus thought it better to just not argue with Sirius so he smiled apologetically and nodded

She flipped her hair, casting one last glance at Sirius - it could have been annoyed but it mostly looked like she had hoped he’d come over there to ask her to snog or something - as if

“Pads, what are you doing?”

“We’re studying.”

He glared around at the staring girls and they all looked away quickly

“Sirius, we c-”

“Well you’re not studying with anyone else so either do it with me or don’t do it at all!”

Remus just smiled, “You’re such a baby.”

“I’m not a baby,” Sirius scoffed, “I’m a boyfriend. A boyfriend who doesn’t like his boyfriend to be hanging out with giggling girls and leaning over books with them and- and sharing notes. It’s too much, I don’t like it..”

Remus chuckled, pushing their books aside so he could better lean forward and press a kiss to Sirius’ lips,

“I still think you’re a baby. But I suppose you’re my baby,” (Sirius’ heart kick started at that and went into overdrive), “but we’re really not going to get any work done so we might as well just…” His eyes flickered to the dormitory staircase

Sirius stood very abruptly and proceeded to announce, very loudly, “Yes Remus I do agree. I am very tired as well we should definitely go to sleep. Yes, goodnight James, Goodnight Lily. We are going to sleep.”

As James and Lily watched the two disappear up the staircase, Lily leaned into whisper to James, “Does he realize that he just announced that their going to have sex to the entire common room?”

James sighed, nodding, “That was probably his point.”

Drink Remus, being cute with a careless Sirius. I beg you.

The party has only been in full swing for about three hours and already Remus is smashed.

Sirius is leant against the wall by the fire, smirking to himself as he watches Remus from across the room.

He’s talking animatedly to Lily and Marlene who keep having to dodge his sloshing drink as he makes wide gestures with his hands.

Only bits of the conversation reach Sirius’ ears,

“’s’just so great, isn’it?… Quiddish… ‘corse, I don’t watch all th’ time… I jus’ like th’ uniform, don’ I? Waswrong with ‘at?”

And by the way Lily and Marlene keep sending glances his way with bitten back smiles, Sirius is fairly sure Remus is talking about him.

Finally Remus gestures over to him, his drink being thrown onto the carpet behind him, and their eyes meet.

Remus just kinda stares for a second, his cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open, until he excuses himself and stumbles across the room.

“Whoa there,” Sirius only just catches him from the danger of the fireplace. Remus steadies himself against Sirius’ chest, leaning his body flush against it and letting a lazy grin spread across his face.

“Sir’us, hi. Hi.” And he’s nudging his nose against Sirius’, “’s so much fun.. ‘Re you having fun? ‘So mush fun…” And then his attention is caught by Sirius’ hair, his fingers pushing through it, over and over.

Sirius just laughs lightly, “Yeah, Re. I’m glad you’re having fun.” He lets Remus continue playing with his hair.

And Remus seems very focused on it, a thoughtful expression on his face, until he seems to decide something,

“Sir’us.”

“Yes, love?” Sirius brings his cup up to his lips.

His eyebrows are furrowed, hands no longer moving, and he tilts his head to the side,

“Wanna fuck.”

And Sirius nearly spits his drink out, choking on the liquid which sends him into a coughing fit.

“Excuse me?”

And then Sirius practically melts because Remus is pouting, looping his arms around Sirius’ neck and leaning in close, all heavy breathing and wide eyes,

“Wanna-”

“No, no I heard you. You can’t just-” Sirius shakes his head, laughing, “You can’t just say stuff like that, Re.”

“Why not?” Remus is now gently grazing Sirius’ jawline with his teeth, giggling to himself, “’s true.”

And Sirius just runs his hands up and down Remus’ back, trying to gently calm him down, “We’re in the middle of the common room right now.”

“So?” Remus moves his lips to Sirius’ ear, “some people like that.”

And again, Sirius is spluttering, taking Remus by the shoulders and pushing him upright, “Okay, you’ve definitely had enough of this.” He gently takes the cup away from Remus, placing it on the fireplace mantle.

“Hey.” What is it with Remus+alcohol=pouting?

“C’mon, love. Why don’t we go to the kitchens for some nice tea, yeah?” Sirius tries to pull Remus in the direction of the portrait hole, but Remus pulls back - in the direction of the staircase to the dorms.

“How ‘bout to th’ dorms for some nice sex, yeah?” Remus smilies, raising his eyebrow, trying to pull Sirius but to uncoordinated for it at the moment.

And Sirius sighs but really, how is he suppose to refuse that?

He sends James a look that clearly reads, ‘don’t come upstairs’ and lets Remus drag him up the staircase.

I’m not sure if this is what you wanted?? It said cute but I kinda got on the smut track??? I’m sorry!! alksdjfwefjisf.

You know how most people have a really shy and reserved headcanon for Remus well all of the marauders would think he’s so innocent and all, and this is the first thing that really draws Sirius in: he thinks that Remus is innocent and he can corrupt him. And Remus has no idea how to flirt, so any attempts just kind of reinforce Sirius’ view. Like Sirius will say something really smooth and Remus will turn bright red and try to change the subject, or if Remus has enough firewhiskey he’ll drop some bad pick-up line on Sirius.

But then after Sirius finally convinces Remus to go out with him, he realizes how wrong he is. Like Remus will be licking some chocolate syrup off of his fingers at breakfast and he’ll look over at Sirius and wink and Sirius will turn bright red and suddenly excuse himself from the table and Remus will just laugh. Or McGonagall will call on Sirius in class and Remus will slide his hand over Sirius’ thigh under the table until Sirius’ voice is practically squeaking. And then Sirius would pull Remus aside and be like, what’s gotten into you? and Remus would just look at him with these big doe eyes like, what, you don’t like it? should i stop? and Sirius would quickly assure him that no, he absolutely should not stop

and then Remus would show up at his bed at night with some purposely flimsy excuse like, the window next to my bed is open and it’s getting cold, can i sleep with you tonight? and sirius would half laugh and half groan as he moves over to let Remus in and he’s just so full of wonder at the way Remus can’t keep his hand to himself, sliding them under Sirius’ t-shirt and kissing his neck and then he makes a filthy comment to Sirius and sirius is so shocked because what happened to the Remus who said I seem to have lost my phone number, can I borrow yours? and then had to explain to him what a phone number is

and then later on Sirius discovers that not only is Remus really into blow jobs but he’s really good at them, like Sirius is enthusiastic but sloppy but Remus, Remus is both expert and eager and one morning at breakfast Remus and Sirius both show up late and Peter’s like, why are your lips all swollen? and remus answers quite calmly and honestly and Peter and James’ faces are so funny that Sirius has to leave the great hall, he’s laughing so hard

and then after their first ‘real’ time Remus just kind of curls up on top of Sirius and Sirius plays with his hair and tells him how surprised he was at first and Remus honestly didn’t know, and he’s like why? and Sirius tells him how innocent everyone thinks he is, and Remus is very curious, he pulls a very innocent face and is like, i’ve probably had more sex than the rest of you put together, and sirius is silent with shock for a moment and then he’s like, well, i guess we’ll have to make up for that then, and remus is perfectly fine with that

Omg that headcanon about Remus hearing Sirius's heartbeat is so sweet!!! 😍 Could you do one that's something like Remus figures out Sirius likes him because of his werewolf senses? Like he can hear his heartbeat speeding up around him or smell his emotions or hear his heart skip a beat and knows that he's lying when he says something? You seriously have the best hcs. Thank you for sharing them!

Sirius loves Remus in his sweaters - he loves the way the sleeves hang over his hands so he has to bunch them up at his wrists when he wants to write or eat

He loves Remus in the morning - he loves how he stands in front of the mirror, mussing his fringe this way and that, trying to keep it out of his eyes. He loves how he always gets dressed in the same order: underwear, socks, pants, shirt, shoes (he especially loves it when Remus stops after the socks to brush his teeth or something because then he gets to stare at his bum)

He loves Remus at breakfast - trying to drink tea, butter toast, and keep his book open all while listening to James talking his ear off. He loves how he always triple checks his bag before heading to class

He just loves Remus

And Remus knows it

Sirius doesn’t know that Remus knows it

But Remus knows.

Because another thing Sirius doesn’t know is that he has certain… tells.

And Remus loves those too.

He loved listening to Sirius’ heart beat as he walked around in nothing but his underwear, then watch him try to compose a straight face as he turned around

He loved the way it was a constant, soothing flutter when they sat next to each other in class and Remus would accidentally brush his hand with Sirius’

And there was, of course, the scent

The scent he’d know anywhere because it practically radiates off of James and Lily

A scent that, when he’d first smelled it on Sirius, caused jealousy to thunder through him. He’d spent weeks trying to figure out who it was for.

That is, until he finally fucking opened his eyes and realized

Realized that it got strongest when Remus hugged him or sat snug against him in one of the arm chairs, not because he was close, but because it was Remus

It didn’t take Remus too long to figure out that the love that was radiating through Sirius was for him

He’d spent the next month using this new found knowledge to his advantage

He’d purposely get Sirius’ heartbeat up

He’d feed him bits of toast at breakfast

He’d go and mess with his hair in the mirror in just his boxers (Sirius especially enjoyed that - Remus could tell)

He’d lay his head on Sirius’ shoulder, and mumble to him about how tired he was at the end of the day and just snuggle in right there 

Even when Sirius was in detention, if Remus was listening he could tell when Sirius’ mind was on him because the steady thumping would increase to a frenzied beat.

But Remus had had enough, Christmas Day, in the common room. Just them.

He was done playing games.

He needed to know what Sirius’ reaction would be if he kissed him.

So when Sirius is unwrapping the broomstick care kit, Remus tells him he has another present from him.

Sirius is closely examining the kit, head down, “Honestly Moons. You didn’t have to get me more than one present, this is brilliant…. But out of curiosity… What’s the othermpf-?”

And the minute Sirius raises his head, Remus is leaning forward because he can’t wait any longer and pressing his lips to Sirius.

The affect is amazing

And Remus feels like he’s melting

Because Sirius’ heart actually skips.

It skips and everything is still for a fraction of a second that feels like eons.

And then, suddenly, it’s pounding, and Remus can practically hear the blood working overtime and fuck the smell.

It’s sweet, and thick, and Remus wants to make Sirius like this every fucking day

When they finally pull away, Sirius’ heart isn’t the only one pounding.

Remus’ is going so hard that the sound of his is mixing with the sound of Sirius’ in his ears

Remus realizes that they’re in perfect sync

“Wh- Wow. Re…”

Remus smiles, breathless. Their foreheads are pressed together, “Thought you might like that.”

“Well-, yes.” Sirius lets out a breathy laugh, “But how did you..?”

Remus just smirks, cupping the back of Sirius’ neck, ready to pull him in for another kiss,

“Just… you know… Read the signs…”

Could you maybe do some headcannons with ALL THE WOLFSTAR FLUFF. ALL OF ITTT CUTE KISSES AND WHEN THEY SLEEP ON EACHOTHER AND THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AND SNUGGLING AND EVEN MORE KISSING AND CUTE SEX AND MMM YAS

WOLFSTAR SLEEPING ON EACHOTHER AWW:

Remus hasn’t been sleeping well

It’s a pretty usual occurrence in the weeks after a full moon but this time it seemed worse somehow

He would toss and turn and Sirius would wake up at three AM to find Remus sitting by the window, reading by wand light

He’d wake up in the morning and wander down to breakfast to find Remus already there with dark circles under his eyes

And now, finally, finally, he’d gotten Remus to sleep

Laying right on top of him of course. Remus’ head was pressed to Sirius’ chest, his arms curled against him and, maybe unconsciously, fisting the material of Sirius’ shirt, their legs intertwined

And all Sirius felt was utter relief because he had been killing him seeing Remus like that: so physically and emotionally exhausted yet unable to do anything about it

So he just lay there with him, running his fingers lightly through his hair and pressing occasional kisses to his temple

But now, now it had been four hours. And Sirius figured, if he was going to just be laying here, he might as well get some studying in.

He glance at the book on the bedside table and then at his wand across the room on his bed.

He sighed, and stretched his arm out towards the book.

His fingertips barely brushed the spine.

“Fuck.” He breathed.

He glanced at Remus, making sure he was still sleeping, and then tried to very slowly, very carefully inch a little towards the book. He stretched his fingers out again but still fell short

Again, he shifted towards the edge of the bed but he froze

Remus let out a little mumble

shit shit shit shit shit

Sirius sat completely still, begging Remus’ breathing to even out again.

But instead, his eyes blinked open, large and golden, peering up at Sirius.

He looked sleepy, and groggy and so damn cute Sirius felt his brain turn into a state of mush

“Pads?” and oh god, his voice. He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the rasp, “Wha’ time ‘s it?”

Sirius continued to silently curse himself, “About five… ‘m sorry Moons. I didn’t mean to wake you up-”

Remus just adjusted himself sleepily on Sirius, pressing his nose into his neck and leaving a few light kisses on Sirius’ jaw, “S’okay.”

Sirius forgot all about the book.

“Should probably get up soon anyway.” Remus mumbled against Sirius’ skin.

“No Re, you needed sleep.” Sirius resumed his task of running his fingers through Remus’ hair, the other hand tracing soft patterns on his back, “Try and close your eyes again, love.”

Remus made a soft sound, “Well… For a few minutes, I suppose… Just a few m…”

And if Sirius was there for another three hours, he didn’t care. Because he’d much rather study a sleeping Remus than a stupid book anyway.

SLEEPY REMUS. SLEEPY REMUS.

Oh, oh! I have a request! Oh my god. Ok, so, it's almost N.E.W.T's in a week or so and Sirius is still refusing to open a bloody book and study, so naturally, Remus makes it his mission to make him. After turning it over in his head again and again, he decides he should quiz Sirius, and with every correct answer Sirius replies with, Remus takes off an article of clothing to reward him. Eeekk! I can't wait to read what you write about this! I love your headcanons and your blog so much! xo

LOVE THIS:

Sirius does not want to think about exams

He doesn’t want to doesn’t want to see a book, doesn’t want to hear even a whisper about the seven properties of moonstone or the correct use of a bezoar

And it has Remus freaking out

“Pads, exams are next week. You have to study, you’ll fail, you won’t get a job-”

“No. It’s too nice out.”

“Sirius.”

But Remus can’t do anything. He just cannot get Sirius to even glance at a textbook page.

So, worst comes to worst… It’s a last resort, really…

He sits down across from Sirius one day on their dormitory floor, gently taking the Qudditch magazine from his hands and throwing it aside.

“Hey-”

“We have to study.”

“Re-mus.” Sirius groans.

“No, listen.” Remus spreads out sheets of questions in front of him, “We have to study. But you’ll like it, I promise.”

Sirius raises his eyebrow, “How could I possibly-”

“Just answer one question. You’ll see.”

Sirius’ curiosity got the better of him, “…Fine..”

Remus grins, “Okay… Name one ingredient used in the brewing of the Polyjuice Potion.”

Sirius bites his lip for a moment, “Uhm… Lacewing flies? Right?”

Remus’ grin widens and he tugs at his tie until it slips from around his neck. He drops it in a gaping Sirius’ lap, “Get the idea?”

Sirius clears his throat, “Y-Yeah.”

“Good. Next: What is the correct procedure when approaching a Hippogriff?”

“Oh! Um.. Y’know,” Sirius snapped his fingers, “You bow! You bow and don’t blink.”

Remus smirked and started undoing the buttons of his shirt - nice and slow, just for fun, “Very good, Mr. Black.”

Sirius gapes, “Remus-”

“Next,” He tossed his shirt to the side, “Name the witch or wizard who developed the cure for Drago Pox.”

“Fuck. What happens if I get one wrong?”

Remus shrugged in a “oh don’t ask me I don’t know” way and slowly went to pick his shirt back up-

“No no no, wait wait. Okay. Um. It’s that um.. Starts with a G.”

Remus shook his head, “not good enough.”

“G-Ganhi- Ge- Gun- Gun! Gunhilde… Gunhilda! Gunhilda.” He let out a breath of relief with Remus dropped the shirt.

Sirius watched, bitting his lip, as Remus kicked his pants off.

“Good…” Remus looked down at the papers

Sirius can’t help but smile a little at the sight of Remus, sitting crisscross in nothing but his underwear, his finger trailing down the piece of paper, looking for his next question

Remus stopped and smirked, “Oh this is a good one.” He looked back up at Sirius, his eyes glinting, “Name five signs to identify a werewolf.”

“Hm. Let’s see,” Sirius said sarcastically, "His name is Remus, he’s my boyfriend. He’s stripping in front of me while making me study. Oh, and he’s a  bloody tease.”

“You forgot one. That’s four.”

“Oh yeah,” Sirius leaned forward on his hands, crawling over the pile of open books and papers on the floor between them and right into Remus’ lap. He laced his fingers behind Remus’ neck, “And he’s about to be punished.”

Remus’ eyes widened, “S-Sirius-”

“Shh.”

“I should have just denied you of sex.” Remus said, breathlessly, an hour later, “That would have gotten you going I bet.”

“Do that and I swear to god-”

“What?” Remus smirked, “You’ll punish me?”

Remus didn’t get any studying done that day either.

Got a bit frisky at the end ooh

Hi i am sick and i need happiness so i just have one question. Does sirius call remus baby and does remus love it

oh. OH OH OH. Oh does he EVER.

1. When Remus is sick:

Sirius pushed open the dorm door with his foot, heaving his bag up higher onto his shoulder as he did so, “Re, I’m b—“

He quickly shushed himself, pressing a palm over his mouth with the effort. He shut the door quietly, letting his bag down to the floor with the same gentleness. He felt a smile spread over his face at the sight on the bed, the sight he had so nearly rudely awakened. Remus was there, right where Sirius had left him this morning after he’d brought him a plate of eggs and bacon from the Great Hall, curled on his side. His face was half smushed into the pillow, hair fluffing out over his forehead, his cheeks flushed with the fever that Sirius had hoped would have broken by now.

Sirius knelt down beside the bed, folding his forearms across it and and resting his chin there, just watching. Remus slept on for a few more moments, chest rising and falling evenly, until it was almost as if he sense Sirius’ presence, and his eyes blinked open, their lids heavy with sleep still.

“Mm.” His voice rasped in the middle of the sound and Sirius shushed him as he winced, pressing up from his knees to sit on the edge of the bed. He pushed his fingers through Remus’ hair, feeling the slight dampness underneath from the fever.

“Pads.” Remus tried again, and the word came out clearer this time.

“Hi, baby.” His thumb brushed against his temple, “How’re you?”

Remus pushed into Sirius’ palm as it fell down his cheek, “’s class hard? Potions—“

Sirius shook his head a little, “Don’t worry about that now, yeah? It was fine. You’ll be fine, you know that.”

Remus just sighed, “Yeah.” His eyes slipped closed, head pressing more heavily into Sirius’ palm, “Yeah.”

Sirius leaned down, lips brushing Remus’ hot forehead, “‘m gonna go get you some lunch. Any requests?”

Remus sighed, “Just wanna sleep.” He blinked his eyes open, looking up at Sirius, “So fucking hot in here. Merlin.”

Sirius laughed softly, “I’ll bring you some cool towels and some water.” He pressed another quick kiss to Remus’ forehead before getting up, “If it’s any consolation, you look gorgeous. All, y’know,” He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets, “flushed.”

Remus just smiled, eyes already falling closed again, “Soup. I’d like soup.”

“You got it, love.”

2. When Remus kisses Sirius’ neck:

Sirius’ back fell against the pillows, breath coming all at once as the weight of Remus’ body followed him, settling snugly against his hips.

“Fuck.” He let his head fall back against the headboard, barely feeling the soft thunk it made, and pressed his palms to Remus’ back, gripping the thick material of his sweater, “Why’re you still wearing so much clothing?”

Remus just laughed softly, bringing his knees up to straddle Sirius’ hips, thighs pressed to thighs, “If you haven’t noticed, we’ve only just made it behind closed doors.” He laughed again as Sirius surged forward, capturing Remus’ lips in his own in a hard kiss and nearly cutting off his sentence, “Wasn’t even sure we were gonna make it that far…”

Remus tilted his chin forward again, deepening the kiss. He let their words trail off. He pushed his fingers through Sirius’ hair, leaning most of his weight against his chest. Their breathing even out slowly until the room was quiet except for their quick breaths between kisses. Even Sirius seemed to settle a little, relaxing back into the pillows, his arms moving to wrap more fully around Remus’ waist, holding rather than gripping. It was slow and leisurely, but Remus could still feel his heart thrumming beneath his ribs and the heat in his stomach. He smiled into the kiss when Sirius made a soft, breathless sound, the noise escaping his mouth on its own.

“You’re a wreck.” Remus murmured lowly, then proceeded to press open-mouthed kisses down Sirius’ jaw and throat, “I love when you get like this, you know.”

Sirius’ eyes slipped closed, hand cupping the back of Remus’ neck, “Baby…”

Remus grinned against the warm skin, “Love it so much..”

3. When Remus cries:

“Nothing’s wrong, Pads. Just—“ Sirius’ heart broke at the way Remus was turned away from him, at the stubborn quiver in his voice, “I’ll just be back in a second, okay?”

Sirius didn’t even have time to get words out before the dormitory bathroom door was shutting with a soft snick, Remus disappearing behind it.

He stood in the middle of the shared bedroom for a good few minutes, trying to decide what to do. Something had been off since that morning, since Remus had descended—later than Sirius, for once—to breakfast with a strange, sad look on his face. He’d plastered a smile on when Sirius had asked him about it, but it had wavered more and more as they day dragged on. And now here they were, separated by a door, Remus hurting and Sirius desperately trying to figure out what to do. He approached the bathroom door slowly, footsteps measured, until he was right in front of it. He could smell the old wood that was weaved in the doorways between the stones of most of Hogwarts, and let out a breath, letting it calm him.

“Re?” When there was no answer, he pressed a palm to the door, not a knock exactly, but letting Remus know that he was right there, “Re, it’s me, c’mon. It’s just me.” He waited, heart beat picking up, “Re…”

“I said I just need a minute.” Despite the wall between them, Sirius could hear the thickness of tears in his voice, “It isn’t—You didn’t do anything, or—nothing like that. I just—“

But the sentence cut off, leaving Sirius feeling more hopeless than before. He waited a moment, hand hovering over the doorknob, before turning it slowly until the door cracked open with a soft snick.

“Pads—“

“I can’t not come in, Re, you’re crying.”

“I’m not crying.” A hitch accompanied the words, “Pads.” He said his name brokenly, and Sirius couldn’t tell if it was a plea or a push away.

Sirius’ heart ached and he rested his forehead against the door, one foot already wedging itself into the bathroom. His lungs felt constricted as he forced himself not to move, “God. Re, please. Please let me in. It’s me.”

Sirius heard Remus let out a shaky breath. Sirius stayed frozen until he heard feet shuffle forward. Suddenly the door was being pulled away, and Sirius let out the air in his chest, eyes finding Remus’ tearful ones instantly.

His fingers fumbled blindly for Remus’, “Re…”

Remus looked down, tugging at Sirius’ fingers and backing into the bathroom, “Away from the light.”

Sirius followed willingly, stepping into the dark room and closing the door behind them. All that lit Remus’ form was the soft moonlight coming in through the window. The second the door was closed Remus’ face was breaking. Sirius took his cheeks in his palms, cradling his face softly, “Re.” Remus let out a shaking breath, tears streaking down his cheeks, “Baby, what’s wrong?” Sirius tried to wipe them away as fast as they came, “What is it?”

Remus just shook his head, falling forward into Sirius’ chest. He pressed his nose upward into Sirius’ neck, and Sirius pressed his hand to the back of his head, fingers carding through his hair.

“Nothing, just…” Remus pressed closer, fisting the material of Sirius’ shirt.

Sirius got the message.

“Okay.” His other palm pressed warmly between Remus’ shoulder blades, holding him closer, “Okay, love.”

4. When Remus wakes Sirius up:

“Mm. No.”

Remus laughed softly, pressing closer to Sirius beneath the covers, and pulling them back from over Sirius’ head again, “Yes. ’s 7:30, love. We’ve class. We need breakfast.”

Sirius’ voice came out muffled by his pillow, one tanned arm snaking around Remus’ waist, “We need sleep.”

Remus rolled on top of his body and pinned his arms down so he couldn’t pull the covers back up, “Class.”

Sirius cracked one eye open, then the other, before closing them again with a deep groan in the back of his throat. His hands ran up Remus’ sides, fingers drumming slightly on his bare rib cage before moving down to his hips, thumbs rising and dipping over his hip bones, “I have a better idea.” His hands inched lower, “Let’s stay in bed.”

Remus snorted, leaning forward and pressing a smiling kiss to Sirius’ mouth, laughing gently at Sirius’ pleased sound as he peppered them down his jaw and throat.

Sirius blinked up at him through the morning sunlight slanting through their window when Remus pulled back, “Please, baby?”

Remus stared down at him through his lashes, thumb reaching up to press over his lips, “Hm. How ‘bout we compromise.”

Sirius bit playfully at Remus’ thumb, causing Remus to let out another snort, “Look.” He leaned in, “You have to get out of bed.”

“No.”

“You do if you want to join me in the shower.” He grinned at the way Sirius’ eyes seemed to light up, some of the sleep-fog melting away. He leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his lips, “Your choice.”

Heyyyy, your writing is life. I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCH! Could you please do wolfstar headcanons where Remus has...werewolfy tendencies? Does that make sense? Like he's dominant and possessive and marky. I'm not making sense.

Thank you!!!

Remus doesn’t like people touching Sirius too much

Not hand shaking, or back patting, or hair ruffling- just no.

Remus doesn’t like it.

He has an especially rough time containing this fact

So, because of this, Quidditch after-parties (especially ones where Sirius has done rather well in the previous game) are not his thing

Because that’s all people jumping on Sirius and hugging him and giving him jokingly sloppy kisses on his cheek and messing up his hair and everything that Remus and Remus only should be allowed to do

And he tries to just sit there and ignore it. He tries to just drink his butterbeer and not watch but he can hear it

He can hear the “Well done, Black!” and the hand shake and the “Fuck yeah, Sirius!” And the hug

And he knows that when they’re in bed together later that night he’ll be able to smell all these other people all over him and he hates that

Because Sirius is his

And if he’s going to smell like anything other than himself it will be Remus

So his grip on his drink slowly gets tighter and his eyes get narrower and the angrier he gets the more heightened his senses become which is not helping

The final straw is Angie Rosebow and Caroline Courflush kissing Sirius on each cheek at the same time and no no no those cheeks are not theirs they are Remus’ they have no right he’sminehe’snottheirsstoptouchinghimstopstopstophe’sminestop

And the next thing he knows he’s flinging his drink down on the table and grabbing Sirius out of their clutches and pushing him behind him and fucking growling at the two giggling girls

They stop their giggling immediately and stare at him in shock

“Whoa, Moons, alright there, love?”

Remus whirls around and growling out a “you’re mine” through his teeth, low enough for only Sirius to hear

Sirius is just as shocked as the two girls behind them are but at the same time all his blood seems to be rushing downwards because Remus is flushed and he’s got a bruising grip on Sirius’ hips and he’s fucking hot and calling Sirius his and he’s so turned on right now

“Y-Yeah…”

Remus just shoots one more glance at the party and he knows he can’t stand it anymore, “C’mon.”

He pulls Sirius up the dorm staircase and into their dorm room. He locks the door and throws some locking and silencing charms up which instantly makes Sirius’ heart beat faster because what is about to happen

Before he can think much else he’s being shoved against a wall and Remus is attacking his mouth and tugging at his clothes, “need to get their fucking scents off of you…”

And Sirius doesn’t really know what the hell he’s on about but if it involves taking their clothes off he’s all for it.

Pretty soon Remus has got all Sirius’ clothes in a pile far away from their bed and he’s just attacking Sirius’ neck and shoulders and Sirius feels his teeth so many times he thinks he’s going to pass out from the sheer intensity of it all

“You’re mine, Sirius. Promise me.”

“Fuck- I’m yours. I’m yours, holy shit, Moons.”

He thinks he might have passed out because the next thing he knows, he’s waking up with Remus curled up next to him, much more peaceful

He watches Remus sleep for a little bit before he decides he better get up and get ready for classes

He walks sleepily into the bathroom, prepared to start brushing his teeth but stops dead in front of the sink when he sees his reflection

His shoulders and neck- fuck, his entire torso- his hips even, are positively covered with purple and red marks, ranging from small little nips to full on and rounded bruises roughly the size of a Galleon

“Merlin,” Sirius stares at himself in amazement, turning and looking over his shoulder to see more - they trail down his shoulder blades to his wing bones - light, red nail marks are sunk into his skin

“God, Remus.” Sirius whispers to himself, “What the- Merlin.”

“Morning-” James stops dead in his tracks towards the sinks, his eyes fixed on Sirius. His eyes slowly get wider and wider, “For fucks sake. What did he do to you?”

Sirius stutters, “I-”

“No. No I don’t want to know-”

“Morning.” Comes another, softer voice from the doorway

James gives Sirius a little salute and quickly names his exit (”I did not need to see that.”)

“Remus!” Sirius gestures wildly to himself, “Wha-” He turns back towards the mirror, “For Merlin’s sake!”

Remus just walks up to Sirius and wraps both arms around him from behind, gazing at Sirius in the mirror intensely 

It’s then that Sirius notices just how good Remus smells - not like a store bought scent though… like he’s just radiating off… him. His own thick scent that can only be described as Remus and it’s like it’s surrounding them

“Remus-?” But the next thing Sirius knows Remus is pressing his nose deep into Sirius’ neck and inhaling.

Sirius feels frozen as he feels Remus’ grip tighten, his eyes flutter close for a second before they flash back open as Remus very gently bites over one of Sirius’ already sensitive marks

Remus straightens back up with a pleased smile on his face, pressing a kiss to one of the larger marks on Sirius’ shoulder and nodding to himself, “Much better.”

I DON’T KNOW WHY I LIKE POSSESSIVE!REMUS SO MUCH I DON’T KNOW

I don't know if you do this, but I am having some trouble sleeping... I have a request pertaining to it. Could you do a little of Sirius being unable to sleep, and Remus being annoyed, cause it happens to be nearly a full moon and he needs his sleep.

Sirius has always been a bad sleeper, ever since he was young.

He blames his parents.

His parents and their late into the night (or should we say morning) parties where he was always expected to stay up for, bowing and shaking hands and smiling until his cheeks cramped.

Anyway, he blames his parents.

He’s grown accustom to the view of the moonlight casting the window pane’s shadow onto the ceiling above him, only blocked out for a second by the occasional shadow of a school owl.

Grown accustom, but not fond of.

After only an hour he’s bunched and un-bunched his pillow into so many different positions in an attempt to get comfortable that feathers have started to fly from the seams.

With a huff, he gives up, flopping onto his back and eyes finding the moonlight reflection on the ceiling once more.

He tries everything.

He relaxes every muscle in his body, going one by one from toe to head - something Lily taught him.

He tries to focus on the steady rhythm of Sirius and James’ breathing (tries to block out Peter’s snores)

He even tries to meditate

Nothing is working.

And he just can’t sit here for another god damn hour - he just can’t.

So he sits up, biting his lip and eyeing Remus’ only partial closed curtains.

Don’t do it a voice in his head says, It’ll be the third time this week.

But Sirius’ self control wavers, as it always does when it comes to Remus, and he’s tiptoeing to the bed, fingers nudging Remus slightly,

“Re?” He whispers, “Moons?”

The only thing that meets him is a groan, and Moony grudgingly pushing himself onto his elbows.

“What, Sirius.”

And Sirius falters because Remus has never talked to him like that…

“I- I can’t sleep…”

Remus rubs at his eyes, sighing. Sirius still can’t see his face, his hands blocking his view, “That’s the third time this week.”

“I know- I know I’m sorry.. I- It’s just. You always help and-”

“You do realize the Moon is in two days, don’t you?”

And Remus finally looks at him, eyes hard, frowning, annoyed.

Sirius’ heart stutters, “I didn’t- I-”

“I need to sleep, Sirius. It takes a lot out of me, you know that. Just… Just count some sheep or- something.”

And then Remus is flopping back onto his stomach, facing away from Sirius, pulling his blankets around him like a blockade.

Sirius just sits there for a second, not really believing what just happened.

Remus has never talked to him like that- never looked at him like that.

It was so similar to how his family looked at him… his mum.. his brother..

He never wanted to see that look on Remus’ face… Not directed at him ever again.

So he stumbles back to his bed, pulling his curtains and crawling under his cold blankets and lays there, curled into a ball, staring into the blackness until dawn finally starts to seep into the room.

He avoids Remus all day.

Sirius can tell he feels bad, can tell he wants to talk but he just can’t.

He’s too scared he’ll see that look again.

He doesn’t think he could bear it.

He makes it through the whole day: breakfast, classes, dinner - he even evades their usual game of exploding snap.

He rushes in the bathroom and is behind his curtains with his light off by the time the other three come up.

He doesn’t answer their calls, pretends to be asleep.

He feels Remus lingering right outside the curtains for the longest, before he too goes to get ready for bed.

Sirius has been staring at the wall, listening to their breathing even out, for an hour before he hears the rustle of his curtains.

He doesn’t move. Not even when he feels his bed dip with the weight of a person behind him.

He shutters when two arms loop around his waist, holding tightly, and lips brush against the back of his neck.

It’s silent for a few beats, just Remus brushing his lips softly against Sirius’ skin before,

“’m sorry, love..”

Sirius bites his lip, angry at the tears stinging his eyes. He doesn’t know why he suddenly feels like crying.

“’m so sorry, Pads. You know how I get before the moon, I don’t mean it… I was just tired…” Remus’ thumb is stroking softly against Sirius’ arm.

Sirius sniffs to loudly.

 “I always want you to come to me, I really do- Pads?.” And Remus is rolling Sirius over to face him despite his half hearted struggles to reveal his tear stained face, “Hey, wh- Pads I’m so sorry, I really am-”

And Sirius is shaking his head harshly, pressing his hand over his eyes in a desperate attempt to stop the tears because he doesn’t know why he’s fucking crying, “It’s not you! It’s not- well, it is. But it’s- fuck.” His breathing is uneven and it’s hard to whisper with the lump in his throat.

But Remus is pulling his hand away from his face, pressing his fingers to his lips, before pressing his palm to Sirius’ cheek, thumb whipping at the tears, “Pads-”

“It’s them, really. I- I just- They all just h-hate me and I know it - it’s not like they hide it, I can see it written all over their faces and then- then last night you just-” He has to pause for a second for a fresh wave of threatening tears to pass, “you had the look. The same look, I just- couldn’t stand the thought of- of you being annoyed with me or- or-”

“Merlin, Pads..” And Remus is pressing Sirius against him, allowing Sirius to bury his face in his neck, muffling some of his tears and clinging to his sweater.

And it just makes Remus’ heart all the heavier because here’s his perfect boy crying in his arms because of fucked up people he’s forced to call family and Remus suddenly has this overwhelming feeling of guilt because all he wants to do is protect him from stuff like that and this time… this time he was the cause of it.

“Pads, I’m never annoyed with you. Not like that. God, I could never hate you. Do you hear me? I just-” He feels at a loss for words, “I just love you too much for that. That’s it, I just- I love you. I can’t hate you.”

And he thinks he hears an entire new round of tears start and then Sirius is clinging tighter to him and bringing his face out of Remus’ neck.

And Remus’ heart melts because he’s got this ridiculous teary eyed grin in his face that makes him look a little insane.

But he doesn’t have that much time to think about it because then Sirius is kissing him and mumbling ‘I love you too’ into his mouth over and over again.

And despite everything - the looming moon, his family - Sirius falls asleep with a smile on his face

Because why does anything else ever matter, when he can fall asleep with his entire world right there in his arms?

wow, okay, this got long. I’m a sucker for hurt and comfort though. sigh. Hope you like it :)

your headcanons make me so happy and I'm having a really bad week. could you maybe do some wolfstar fluff? xoxo

I’m sorry your week isn’t going well that’s the worst : (. I hope this helps a little

Remus’ favorite part of the day - or night I suppose - is that two hour period between when Sirius falls asleep and when he falls asleep

Because he get’s to just stare at Sirius without any interruption 

Sirius looks beautiful when he sleeps. He looks beautiful and peaceful and worry free

There’s no marks of the weight of his name or his blood, his family

There’s just peaceful breathing, occasional eyelid flutters as he dreams

Remus could watch for hours.

There faces are inches apart, faced towards each other, so Remus can feel every one of Sirius’ breaths

Their feet still tangled from when they had been talking before Sirius drifted off

Remus couldn’t help the soft smile on his face as he lifted his hand and trailed his knuckles lightly down Sirius’ cheek

He ran his thumb across Sirius’ bottom lip, feeling the soft slightly wet skin there

He couldn’t help it, before he knew what he was doing he was leaning forward and kissing him softly, capturing the lip between his own

“Mmm..”

He pulled back because shit he didn’t mean to wake him up

He watches, biting his lip, as Sirius cracks his eyes open, blinking long, slow blinks

“Mm.. Re,” His voice cracks with sleep. Remus wants to melt because it’s so soft and raspy, “You alright, love?”

Remus can only nod, still brushing his fingers against Sirius’ cheek bone

Sirius’ eyes close again, and Remus thinks he’s fallen back asleep when, “I c’feel you watching me.” It’s sleepy and slurred and Sirius has a sleepy smile on his face

“Sorry, sorry.” Remus whispers.

But he doesn’t look away.

Sirius opens his eyes again and they just look at each other, smiling softly.

The rest of the dorm is dark, only starlight illuminating their faces through the crack in the curtains

The only sound is the soft drizzle of rain outside, and maybe James is snoring softly

“We should go to sleep.” Sirius whispers.

“Yeah.” Remus whispers back.

Sirius pulls the blankets up farther, “You watch me sleep a lot?”

“No….”

“….Yes.” Remus presses down into the pillow to hide his blush

Sirius just smiles, and runs a hand through Remus’ sandy hair, “Cute.”

“You’re beautiful when you sleep.” Remus’ voice is muffled by the pillow.

Sirius chuckles, “You’re an idiot when you’re tired. C’mon Moons, we really need rest.”

Sirius goes to press a kiss Remus’ temple and Remus turns his head at the last second so their lips meet.

Sirius kisses him while smiling, “Night, Re.”

“Night, Pads..”

“You’re hogging the blankets.”

“Am not.”

I declare the rest of your week will be wonderful!

The Water Is Fine

A Jegulus Oneshot

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"Come in, the water is fine!" James called to Regulus, his eyes holding a challenge.

Regulus watched him with amusement from the shade of a nearby tree. He didn't swim, this was a fact they all knew well. James, however, didn't seem to care, inviting him for the third time that evening to join them in the lake.

Regulus watched his brother's concerned expression as he swam over to James,

"Mate, you know he doesn't get in the water." He said, "What's the point in trying?"

James brushed him off, his eyes never leaving the boy resting beneath the tree,

"Sure he does." He said it loud enough for Regulus to hear, "He'll get in eventually."

"You're really going to do this right now?" Regulus called back.

He had to admit, he was a little impressed by James' persistence. James shrugged,

"It's as good a time as ever, isn't it?"

Regulus knew the words had double meaning for them, but pretended not to notice as he sighed and stood up, marking his place in his book.

The rest of their groups were there as well. Mary, Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas were having a chicken fight off to the left. Alice, Frank, and Pandora were diving to collect things on the lake's floor. Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus had previosuly been playing catch with a quaffle, before James turned his attention to Regulus instead.

Barty and Evan were... well, we probably should focus too much on them.

They all turned in suprise as Regulus stepped out of his shoes, resignation written on his face, and walked towards the water's edge.

"There he is!" James called grandly, holding his arms out, "The man of the hour! Come join us, the water's nice and warm!"

If they hadn't been shocked before, they definitley were now as Regulus actually stepped into lake.

"Will you shut up already?" Regulus hissed at him, "It's fucking cold, you liar!"

He continued to mutter under his breath as he made his way to James, "Always fucking pissing me off- Never have one good day with my books, can I-"

James waved him off, "Stop whining, you'll get used to it."

"Regulus what are you doing?" Sirius was openly staring at him in shock. Regulus didn't spare him a glance, too focused on where to place his feet,

"Coming over to kill your best friend, that's what I'm doing." He gasped when a place in the water was particularly freezing.

He didn't like the feeling of everyone's eyes on him, since they suddenly decided he was more exciting than whatever it was they were doing before.

He rolled his eyes. He was in the water, so what? Just because none of them had ever seen him step foot in the lake before doesn't mean it was that big of a deal.

"I thought you didn't swim-" Sirius started again, dumbstruck.

"He doesn't." James' smile was bright, the kind of all-consuming smile that made you forget the rest of the world existed.

As Regulus got to waist high waters the familiar trickles of fear started to kick in.

Sirius had a right to be surprised, nothing scared Regulus more than this feeling.

He was toeing the ridge he had been looking for, where safe standing water met the expansive depths underneath. A drop off so sudden he was surprised nobody had died in it yet.

But as he looked up, his heart slowed. He trusted James. James would make sure he was okay.

He watched as James nodded reassuringly, his breathtaking smile easing Regulus' nerves. Regulus nodded back, reminding himself again that James would keep him safe.

So, much to the panic of everyone else, he turned around, leaned back... and fell.

Right off of the ledge and into the drop off. Water splashed up around him. He sunk five- ten feet and falling fast.

Above the waves there were shouts, his friends pushing through the water to save him because, obviously, Regulus couldn't swim.

James, Sirius, Barty, and Mary were the stronger swimmers of the group, the latter three racing against the current to get to him.

But Regulus wasn't waiting for any of them.

In seconds there was a body pressed against his own. Warm hands against smooth skin, the zooming rush of water around them.

Yes, there he was.

James held him against his chest, using magic to propell them quickly through the water. Regulus could never get enough of this feeling, like he was flying.

As they burst up to the surface of the water again he could just barely make out the gasps from their friends.

They flew through the waves, Regulus' hands looked pale against James' tanned back from where he clutched James close.

And they were quite a sight to see, bright smiles and Regulus' shrieks of laughter, James weaved them this way and that, sometimes twirling them up into the air before dropping them back down.

It was a bit of water bending magic James had learned to keep Regulus safe when he was trying to teach him how to swim a few months ago, a deal they'd made in private to save Regulus the embarrassment.

Eventually, when Regulus' fears had proven too great, they'd given up on learning and starting using magic to push them across the waves instead. He and James had come here all the time since then, getting faster and faster at it, James continuing to try out new tricks.

James kept his hands wrapped tightly around Regulus' waist, his own laugh was wild and free.

Regulus leaned happily into James, he could feel James' heart thump rhythmically against his chest.

James rolled them over so Regulus was on his back when he stopped the spell. Regulus gripped James' shoulders tightly, as he always did when James swam them back to the safety of the shore.

This was where James had developed the habit of calling Regulus his starfish, because he held fast onto him when James was swimming; like a starfish to a rock.

Regulus remembered the first time he'd said it, when he'd lectured James for making fun of someone with such a large fear. It turned out to grow on Regulus, and now he could only find the name endearing.

"Show off." Regulus called over the sound of the water, leaning back so he could feel the breeze on his face.

James looked back at him, eyes shining, "Only for you." He smiled.

They made it back to a level Regulus could stand in and James carefully dropped him off, holding him steady until he was sure Regulus was okay.

Sirius stormed over to them, hitting James' arm repeatedly,

"Never. Scare. Me. Like. That. Again." He said, each word punctuated by a punch, "You could have hurt him! What if he'd drowned, Prongs? What then?"

James threw back his head in a laugh, moving to hide behind Regulus,

"I didn't do anything!" He protested. Dodging his next few attempts to attack.

Barty made it to them next, glaring at Regulus,

"I thought you were fucking dying you arsehole!" He shouted, "I had to leave Evan to save you! Do you know how hard that is?"

"Oh the horror. You had to stop making out for three whole seconds." Regulus teased.

"What the hell was that?" Evan demanded as well, looking between James and Regulus as he trudged through the water to the four of them, "I've never seen anything like that before."

James and Regulus shared a look. James cleared his throat,

"We've had some practice." He started slowly, "It's a thing we've been working on-"

"Wait, you've gotten in the water before?" Marlene asked, amazed, as the rest of the group appeared.

"Just a few times." Regulus told them.

"More like every weekend." James snorted, as always beginning to speak before he could think, "You practically begged me last time-"

Regulus cut him off with a threatening look.

Sirius was staring like he was seeing a ghost. Regulus could imagine why, he probably wasn't used to seeing Regulus like this, usually so cut throat and intense, suddenly laughing and beaming and clinging to Sirius' best friend of all people.

"I didn't even know you guys were close." Lily frowned, confused.

Regulus bit back a smile, glancing at James as also he tried and failed to control his expression. The light reflecting off the water made him look even more beautiful.

James wrapped an arm around Regulus' shoulders, "You could say that."

Regulus rolled his eyes again, "Prick." He hissed under his breath. James shot him a flashy grin.

Finally, it seemed to click.

"Holy shit." Barty took a step back, "Evan, they're-"

"I know, B."

"They're-"

"You don't have to say it, B."

"Evan, they're fucking each other!"

Evan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I thought I just told you not to say it?"

"You're together?" Peter called incredolously. James smiled, turning Regulus to face him fully. Regulus knew what was happening even before Jamesx eyes dropped to his lips,

"Jamie, no-" Regulus started, even though he was already melting against his touch.

"Jamie, yes." James replied, all smug smiles and firm hands as he pulled Regulus into a kiss, right there in front of everyone.

Regulus broke, leaning his forehead against his chest when they pulled away.

He'd never felt guilt and relief so simultaniously. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders just to remind him of all he'd done wrong to get it there.

"You're together?" Sirius repeated quietly, still watching them with that same expression. Remus' hand was placed gently on his back, a motion Regulus often did to James to calm him down. He knew it well, Remus thought Sirius was about to explode.

"We were planning on telling you, it's only been two weeks since we actually got together-" James began nervously.

Regulus swallowed hard, Sirius was the person they'd been most anxious to tell, worried about how he'd react.

"This is fucking amazing." Sirius called, pulling them both into a crushing hug, "Merlin, my brothers! I'm so happy for you both!"

Regulus wasn't sure surprised was quite enough to cover what he was experiencing right now. He needed something more intense, somewhere around the intensity of a nuclear bomb might cover it.

"You're okay with it?" James asked skeptically, his hand intertwining with Regulus' seemingly without thought.

Sirius laughed, "Well it sure as hell beats thinking Regulus was going to drown." He replied, "But, honestly, I'm happy for you guys!"

People took their turns congratulating them, eventually, when the excitement had passed and everyone went back to their own activities again, Regulus turned to James,

"Can we go again?" He asked, giving him the look that he knew made James fold every time.

"Yeah, we can do it again." James laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too." Regulus smiled, taking a deep breath in as he walked over to the ledge. He nodded to James, who was already muttering the spell under his breath.

And off they went once more, flying through the water in their own peaceful little bubble.

Regulus had never been more happy than he was right then, with James holding him close and all of their friends having fun in the distance. No more secrets. No more lies.

He found Sirius' eyes when James swam them back to the safer water, his smile was filled with approval.

Regulus relaxed against his boyfriend, there was no place on earth he would rather be.

“avoid” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 338 words

Regulus locked himself in their bedroom and has been pacing nonstop. How could he have been so stupid? What could have possibly possessed him to– okay, he knows what possessed him. James Potter possessed him. James Potter possessed him the moment Regulus met him, so it was only a matter of time before–

Regulus’ spiraling thoughts are interrupted by another light knock on the door.

“C’mon Reg, please? Please, just talk to me.” James begs softly. “You can’t stay in there forever.”

“Watch me.” Regulus continues to pace.  

“You have to eat. Go to work. See your friends…”

“There’s a window.” Regulus says.    

“You would climb out a third story window just to avoid this?” James asks.  

“Do you know me at all? I would burn this entire flat down, with you in it, to avoid this.” Regulus tells him and he can hear James huff a small laugh.

Regulus rolls his eyes picturing the ridiculous smirk spreading across James’ face. Why his murderous tendencies are a turn on for James, Regulus will never know.

“Does it help if I say, ‘I love you, too’?” James says softly.   

Regulus freezes in his pacing and stares at the door. It takes a moment to remember how to move his feet but eventually he walks to the door and opens it a crack to peek out at James.

“Really?” He asks quietly and James smiles and nods. “Well, why didn’t you just say that!” Regulus yells and flings the door open the rest of the way.

“Because your dramatic arse ran away before I could say anything and then I didn’t want to say it to a door.” James exclaims walking into the room.  

“Well, you’re not on the other side of the door now.” Regulus continues to yell.  

“No, I’m not.” James’ voice softens.

“So…?” Regulus puts his hands on his hips.   

“So, what?” James wraps his arms around Regulus’ waist.

“James.” Regulus huffs.  

“I love you, too, Regulus.” James smiles and leans down to capture Regulus in a soft, sweet kiss.   

A study on the effects of muggle clothing.

by long distance he means dude’s just in another room

au where the potters adopted the black siblings when they where very little. like somehow child protective services got involved when sirius was a toddler and regulus a baby. One day, euphemia is taking them all to the park to play and there they find hope and remus. sirius, being now even more of a spoiled brat, just goes up to remus and declares "mine". they decide they are boyfriends now, which in toddler speak basically means when they play house they are a couple and when they play weddings they get married. Euphemia and hope find this both hilarious and adorable, so they indulge them. they all figure they will eventually grow out of it, but they very much do not. Everyone expects them to start refering to the other as a friend instead of a boyfriend as the years go by, but they never really do. As they grow up, they start acting more like a couple instead of kids playing. They get married right out of school, and everyone is distraught except for their families, who figured this would happen years ago. It's also really funny to witness sirius and remus acting confused when someone tells them they are too young only for them to go "we have been dating for 15 years? " "but you are 18??" "yeah, being 4 was rough on us, we broke up for a while"

sirius: im so glad we are best friends

remus -inches inside sirius-: what.

murder - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 204

Though Regulus had been anticipating this moment for weeks, his stomach still jumped to to his throat the moment James wrenched the microphone away from the commentator at the end of the Quidditch game.

"Attention, everyone!" the older boy yelled, staring out onto the pitch, his grin visible even from Regulus's spot a hundred feet away.

"Oh, I will murder him," Regulus mumbled, knowing trying to stop him was no use.

"I would just like to take this moment to- no, Professor, sorry, just one second," James protested, turning so an irate-looking McGonagall couldn't take the microphone from him. "I just want to take one second to ask: Regulus Black...will you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"

And Regulus sighed. Because every damn time a Hogsmeade weekend came, James insisted on doing this. One-upping his last outlandish request by asking him out in increasingly dramatic ways.

He pretended to hate it, of course. But secretly? He fucking loved it. Not that he would ever tell anyone.

So he shot forward towards his boyfriend and took the microphone from his hand, rolling his eyes and saying flatly, "Yes. Now stop making a spectacle, Potter."

But later as he fell asleep, he couldn't stop smiling.

Steve Rogers + Aesthetics

rain - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 161

Regulus jolts awake to the sound of rain. Drops hammer on the windows of Gryffindor Tower and faint rumbles sound in the distance.

It's very late. Or very early, depending on your thinking. But either way, he shouldn't be here. It's an unspoken conclusion they've reached. He sneaks out before morning. It's better for both of them.

So, pulling himself away from the addictingly warm embrace of a shirtless James Potter, who is sprawled beneath him, he sighs, resigning himself to a long walk along the cold, dreary corridors.

Until the strong arms of his boyfriend tighten and he lets out a little "oh!" and falls back into his tight embrace.

"Stay," James mumbles, voice rough from sleep.

"James, I-"

"Don't care. Stay. Please." And now he's awake, staring beseechingly into Regulus's eyes, expression clear even in the dark.

He wants him. Wants them. No matter the consequences.

"Alright," Regulus mumbles, trying not to think about how his insides are fluttering.

frog - september 27th - wolfstar - @padfootmicrofics - word count: 249 - some suggestive pickup lines but nothing actually explicit

Bored. Bored, bored, boring, so bored.

That was all Sirius could think as he sat in the Potions classroom, surrounded by beetle eyes and frog spawn. Mind wandering, he turned to Remus, who was facing away and completely wrapped up in stirring their concoction exactly the right amount.

Eyeing the rest of the class and the professor, who all seemed to be absorbed in their own tasks, Sirius looked back at Remus and smirked, whispering, "Oi. Moony!"

Remus looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, as if asking him to continue.

"Is that Felix Felicis you're brewing? Because you're gonna get lucky later," Sirius whispered, grinning and waggling his eyebrows.

Remus, to his credit, just rolled his eyes and turned back to his work.

"Hey, Moony!"

No response.

"Is that Skelegrow? Because I feel myself growing a bone for you," Sirius hissed, grinning madly at Remus's back, chuckling as the other boy paused but then continued, not acknowledging him.

"Moony!"

Still nothing.

"I've been whomping my willow thinking about you," Sirius said with relish, his voice quivering with glee.

All at once, Remus burst out laughing, his cackles so loud in the quiet that everyone turned to stare, watching confusedly as the taller boy almost fell over in mirth.

It was only after his laughter subsided, reprimands were given, and everyone turned back to their tasks that Remus turned to Sirius, eyes sparkling. "Hey Sirius? Wanna help me polish my wand later?"

The detentions were well worth it.

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James closed the door behind him with a soft click. He smiled at Regulus’ back and walked to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, glad to finally get to be alone with him. Regulus didn’t move in his arms. Not even to face James and plant a kiss on his forehead like he always did. James frowned. He stepped away and grabbed his boyfriend by the shoulders, spinning him around so they were facing each other. He looked dejected and James raised his eyebrows at the look. It alarmed him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, his mind already coming up with plenty of theories. 

“Nothing,” Regulus said. He was clearly lying.

“Regulus. What’s wrong?” James sighed. Regulus looked up at James. There was unmistakable fury in his eyes. James swallowed. 

“You drank instead of kissing me!” Regulus burst out at last, turning away and crossing his arms. James’ face scrunched up in confusion. 

“What?” he asked. Regulus let out an exasperated sigh.

“At yesterday’s party! We were playing spin the bottle and instead of kissing me, you took the shot!” he cried. James stared at him for a second. Then smiled softly at his oh-so-tough-boyfriend’s back.

“Regulus. Darling. Love. Sweetheart. I love you,” James said, walking around to face Regulus. Regulus’ face softened. James continued, “And I really would have kissed you. But that might have also ended up being the last kiss we would ever share, mainly because Sirius would have us both buried six feet under in the Forbidden Forest.” Regulus let out a soft chuckle as he nodded.

“I know,” he sighed, resignedly.

“I know you know, love.” 

James sat down on the couch and held his arms out. Regulus padded towards him and sunk into his arms. The older boy held him close, burying his face in black curls. He really did know that Regulus knew. It’s just sometimes he needed a reminder that James would always love him.

starchaser microfic: enough || married jeggy || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 350

"Jamie" is barely audible in the darkened room, but James recognizes it clearly in the silence of the night, with only the wall clock ticking away the last minutes before three in the morning. 

Yet James would recognize that whisper in the middle of a crowded and noisy street, the timbre of that voice always tugging at the tender strings that lead to his heart. 

Listening to those strings, he rolls over to the other side, pushing his warm blanket aside to face Regulus, who is also lying on his side, looking at him. 

"Yes, love?" James asks in a slurred voice, still half asleep but trying to keep one eye open to see the blurred silhouette of his husband beside him. 

"Do I... do enough for you?" Regulus asks shyly, and James can hear that worried note in his voice that creeps up on him from time to time, putting disturbing thoughts in his head that have nothing to do with reality. 

So James does what he can in that moment. He reaches out to grab Regulus' slender form under the blanket and pulls him close. Regulus gives in easily, moving closer to hide his face in James' chest, and James rests his chin on a tangle of black hair. 

James squeezes the man tighter, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of his shampoo. "You're doing great, love. I feel loved and important to you. Your love is enough for me." 

"But..." Regulus touches his skin with his lips without finishing the question. 

"No, no buts. Tell me, do you love me?" James' voice begins to lose its firmness as the man feels like he's about to fall back into his deep sleep, wrapped in Regulus' warmth and scent. 

"I love you," a barely audible whisper comes from below, but James doesn't need to hear it, he can feel Regulus exhaling those words right over his heart, where they belong. 

"And that's enough." He places his hand on the man's head, stroking his soft hair as if to lull him to sleep. "Now it's time for you to sleep, love."

jealous james does something to me. him noticing every detail of how other people interact with reg, always close, making sure he has a hand on reg at all times when they are at a party so one doubts who he’s with, arm around him, bite marks on his shoulders sometimes even his wrists, grabbing him by the chin to get his face closer and then whisper something in his ear if it seems like someone is watching reg a little to much

Regulus referring to James as 'Potter' in the hallway after getting eaten out just a few minutes earlier in the Quidditch locker room.

James staring him down with the most smug look on his face. 'Oh so it's only Jamie when my tongue is inside you?'