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score - background jily - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 289
“Y’know, sometimes I wish I was a Chaser,” Sirius said lazily, looking across the crowded Common Room to where James stood, retelling the story of his winning score to a delighted gaggle of girls.
Remus, who was sitting next to him, leveled him a weary look. “Why? So you can have people hanging all over you? Because I hate to tell you, but you don’t need Quidditch for that, love.”
Sirius sent his boyfriend a smug smile. “Jealous, are we?”
Remus just laughed. “I’m not the one who got a detention for hexing a fourth year for looking at his boyfriend the wrong way.
“He was ogling at you, Moony! It was inappropriate!” he whined, trying not to turn red.
“And the way you look at me is always very appropriate,” Remus retorted, smirking.
“Be that as it may, that’s not what I was talking about,” Sirius rolled his eyes. “I mean, it was disgustingly cute today, when James pointed to Lils right before he got a goal. S’not like we Beaters can do that.”
Remus laughed out loud. “Imagine? ‘Yeah, love, this is for you!’ and then you crack someone’s skull with a Bludger?”
But now, Sirius was tilting his head in thought. “Well…it could be romantic…I mean, would you really be mad if I knocked Malfoy off his broom and dedicated it to you?”
Now the taller boy was grinning a bit suggestively. “Can’t say I would be. Especially if you’re nice and close to the stands when you do, so I can see you swing the bat?”
“Moony, that’s scandalous!” Sirius shouted delightedly before smacking a kiss on his lips.
Yes, James got most of the attention, but Sirius got the guy…so he was deliriously happy.
rink - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 240
“Okay. I’ve agreed to come to this bloody game with you,” Lily huffed, pulling her jacked tighter around her and settling more on the metal bleachers that were already pressing a freezing mark into her jeans-clad arse. “Now will you tell me why we’re here?”
“I told you,” Remus murmured, sitting next to her with his eyes on the ice rink in front of them, “I decided…y’know, we’re only in Uni once. We should…support the teams.”
This, Lily knew, was absolute bullshit. “And what’s the name of the hockey team we’re supporting today, Remus?” she asked sweetly, turning to her friend.
Wide, chocolate-brown eyes turned to her. “Erm…the…the…” Remus swallowed. “The…skaters?” he muttered, wincing.
She snorted. “The Phoenixes. So do tell, who on the Phoenixes do we fancy? Because it’s too cold in here for me to do too much thinking, yeah?”
Remus slumped over a bit. “Alright. Fine. His name is–”
But at that moment, the announcer began calling the names of the people on the teams. Remus, of course, had his eyes glued to the ice as each person flew forward in full gear.
Lily, however, watched Remus.
And when Sirius Black, star center, was called?
Remus went bright red.
But what was even more interesting was the way Sirius Black’s eyes scanned through the crowd before landing on Remus, before an unabashed smile split his handsome face.
Oh.
Now Lily was happy she came to this game.
coca cola - anon request for trans!remus - @wolfstarmicrofic - NSFW - word count: 199
“I have to piss,” James said with a slight slur to his words, slamming his beer bottle on the table in the sitting room and grinning at Remus and Sirius. “Anyone need anything?”
“From the bathroom?” Sirius asked, half-conscious on Remus’s lap.
“From the fridge, you idiot,” James retorted, rolling his eyes and heading down the hall.
“Coca Cola, please!” Remus called after him.
But James didn’t even shut the door before he let out a screech, causing both men on the couch to sit up, befuddled.
“You whores!” he yelled, red-faced and grinning as he stumbled back out again, waving a dildo in the air. “The fuck is this?”
“Aw shit, I never put it away after I cleaned it!” Sirius admitted loudly, turning red as well and bursting into laughter. “Prongs, stop touching my boyfriend’s dick! That’s my job!”
“But it’s so big,” James said delightedly. “Damn, Remus, your feet must be huge!”
He threw the large piece of silicone to Remus, who snatched it out of the air and stuffed it under a couch cushion, mortified. “I hate you both,” Remus murmured, covering his face and grinning. “Transphobic bastards,” he joked.
Sirius and James just cackled.
hockey - @wolfstarmicrofic - a continuation of this? because HR is consuming me - word count: 308
This was getting out of control. Remus knew that, in his heart of hearts, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from grinning like a madman as he walked across the quad, Sirius’s jersey swallowing his tall, thin frame. Anybody watching probably thought he was just a huge fan, but he knew differently.
And so, apparently, did Mary.
“When the fuck did you become a hockey fan?” Mary asked him, dumbfounded, as soon as they walked up to each other, a look of pure shock on her face.
He could have fibbed. He could have insisted he’d always, sort of, kind of, liked hockey. But that was a downright lie, as anyone who knew him even a little would know that he loathed anything that involved even the slightest amount of physical exertion. So he just shrugged and gave a little smile. “When the fuck did you become a detective?” he shot back.
“When you started acting like you were abducted by aliens!” Mary retorted. “When have you ever spent money on sports shit, Rem, especially for our Uni teams?”
Remus just snorted. “I didn’t spend any money on it. It was a gift.” Which was absolutely true, thank you very much.
“From who? Because he must be a fucking god for you to be willing to wear a hockey jer–” Mary cut herself off in a dramatic gasp, eyes going wide. “No way.”
He could feel himself blushing. “Don’t be dramatic, Mary.”
“Remus! Is that Sirius Black’s actual jersey? Like the one he got all gross and sexy and sweaty in? Because if it is, I might pass out, I swear to God–”
Remus just started walking, grinning as he did, “Then I guess I can’t tell you that.”
Mary had to take several seconds to stare before she ran to catch up, bombarding him with questions.
boards - more hockey au wolfstar, yay! - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 288 - view the others here and here
The entire crowd jumped to their feet and let out a sympathetic groan as Sirius slammed into the boards with an earth-shattering crack! and crumpled to the ground. However, as most people began whispering to each other and mumbling about penalties, Remus’s eyes never left the ice.
“Remus…” Lily murmured worriedly, one hand on his shoulder.
“No,” he whispered back, heart in his throat. He refused to think about it. Sure, in his very new career as a hockey spectator, he’d seen players injured before, but he’d never allowed himself to think…to jinx things by worrying too hard about…
A medic hurried towards where Sirius lay, his teammates surrounding him in a loose circle. Even hours later, looking back, Remus could not have begun to guess how long those next few moments actually took. He was too busy digging his fingernails into his palms and internally begging Sirius to move, damn it!
Then, the man on the ice stirred, and Remus’s head swirled with intense relief.
Slow, gingerly, Sirius stood, using two teammates as support, and Remus saw the medic gesture to him to head to a bench. But before he did, the hockey player, raised his head and looked around the crowd for a few seconds, before locking eyes with a still-terrified Remus.
He then touched his glove to his mouth and raised it in Remus’s direction, smiling through some blood on his face. Remus couldn’t help but smile. “Fuck,” he murmured, sitting down as his knees shook.
“Thank goodness,” Lily agreed.
When the whistle blew next, James Potter, one of Sirius’s teammates, went straight for the player on the opposing team who had slammed Sirius into the wall, earning a roar of approval from the crowd.
skate - @wolfstarmicrofic - a continuation of this - word count: 336
“Hey.”
It still felt wrong to be here. The locker rooms were like some mixture of a holy hellscape, littered with crumpled clothes and smelling of stale sweat. They reeked of off-limits, a place Remus had never belonged. But still, he and Sirius weren’t a secret, so to speak, so after the third period of the game started and he noticed that Sirius had left the bench, he decided to go look for him (greatly encouraged by Lily).
Sirius, who was sitting, gingerly removing his skates, looked up. His badly-bruised face split into a wide grin that looked painful. “Hey, Moons,” he greeted him, chuckling. “Do I look hot?”
Remus couldn’t bring himself to joke. “You look like you were hit by a bus,” he replied wryly, crossing his arms to stop himself from running over to Sirius and wrapping his arms around him.
But Sirius just chuckled, returning to his earlier endeavor. He seemed to be in pain, though, so Remus quickly snorted and moved to kneel in front of him, slapping his hands away and undoing the complicated laces.
“Ah, my Prince Charming,” the hockey player grinned.
“I think Prince Charming put the shoe on Cinderella,” Remus rolled his eyes, removing the first skate. “And I think Cinderella’s feet didn’t smell like roadkill.”
“Moony, I’ve been injured,” Sirius retorted, placing a hand to his chest. “You’re really going to say that to me while I’m hurt?”
He was clearly joking, but the way he’d said it point-blank made Remus’s heart clench and his eyes prickle. Removing the second skate, he looked up at Sirius and gave him a frown. “If you scare me like that again, I’ll bloody cut your toes off, like in the original Cinderella, alright?”
His words were harsh, colder than he’d intended, but Sirius’s eyes went soft. “Okay, Moony,” he nodded, smiling a little and pressing a hand to Remus’s face. “Okay.”
Somehow, they ended up snogging right there, in the smelly locker room, even with Sirius’s horribly smelly feet.
penalty - @wolfstarmicrofic - (all the rest of my wolfstar fics this month are hockey, I'm too lazy to link them all) - word count: 329
As the whistle blew for the umpteenth time that period, Lily and Remus exchanged a bemused look. “What the fuck is his problem?” Lily whispered, watching Sirius slide, again, into the penalty box.
Remus, just as confused as she was, shook his head and furrowed his brows. “Dunno. I mean…he hates Malfoy, but he’s never targeted someone like this before, you know?”
Sirius had just gotten his third penalty of the night, risking ejection from the game if he got a fourth. Getting three penalties was odd enough–Sirius wasn’t usually so aggressive–but what was even stranger was that they were all against the same bloke.
“I’m going to go down and talk to James,” Lily said decisively, standing and making her way to the steps in the bleachers.
“Lils, you can’t talk to the players during–”
But she was already gone, picking her way down the stairs and around the rink, walking determinedly like she belonged on the opposite side where the players stood. She found James waiting on the bench, staring at the ice, watching his team play.
“Potter,” she whispered.
“Lily!” he beamed, instantly distracted. “Did you come to wish me luck? Little late, but I’ll take i–”
She did her best not to blush. “No. Why the fuck does Sirius have it out for Malfoy?” she asked, eyes narrowed.
This, however, just seemed to amuse James. “Ah. During warm-ups, Malfoy told Sirius that he was going to seduce Remus. Sirius has been taking it a little…well…seriously.”
Lily let out a shocked laugh at this. “This is over Remus?” she demanded, giggling.
“Mhm. Sirius is definitely the jealous type,” James grinned.
“Oi, Potter! Care to, I dunno, play some hockey today?” the coach shouted toward them, making James’s head snap around.
“Sorry, Lils, got to go!” James apologized, quickly throwing on his helmet before vaulting over the boards and onto the ice.
Lily just walked away, laughing.
Sirius did end up getting kicked out of that game.
puck - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 360 - (all the rest of my wolfstar fics this month are hockey, I'm too lazy to link them all)
“I’m going to die,” Remus muttered, staring determinedly at the puck a few feet in front of him on the ice and wondering if Lily would delete his search history for him.
There was a snort from farther down the ice. “Youre not going to die, love. You’ve got this. Easy pass to me, now!”
He had to admit, being encouraged to learn how to handle a hockey stick by Sirius was much more fun than if he’d been trying to learn this alone. Wobbling on his borrowed skates and nearly dropping his stick in a bid to throw his arms out for balance, he took a breath. “I hate you!” he called, not daring to look over and get distracted.
“You’ve got this, Moony!”
He couldn’t decide what was more shocking. The fact that, when he swung the stick, it actually connected with the puck…or the fact that the puck went vaguely in Sirius’s direction.
Skating only slightly to the left to collect the black piece of rubber, Sirius easily scooped it with his own stick, sending Remus a grin that again made him wobble. “Perfect! You’re a natural! Ready to get one back, now?”
He was absolutely not. But he had to admit that he wasn’t having the worst time, and Sirius looked like he was about to combust with joy. “Hit me,” he called, hoping the other man didn’t take him literally.
It was a perfect pass. Right to Remus’s outstretched stick. He didn’t have to do anything, to move at all….which was why it was so embarrassing that he promptly scrambled and slipped backwards, his arse plopping hard on the cold surface.
“Fuck,” he muttered ruefully, cheeks turning pink.
Stifling laughter, Sirius moved to him and offered him a hand, grinning madly and making Remus want to melt. “That…well I have to admit, you might need to do a bit of work if you want to play on the team with me.”
Rolling his eyes, Remus grabbed his hand and pulled a bit guiding Sirius to straddle his lap. “M’good at other things,” he murmured, grabbing his waist and pulling him in for a kiss.
jersey - @wolfstarmicrofic - all my wolfstar fics this month are in the same hockey universe, I'm just too lazy to link them - word count: 271
He felt rather stupid. The thin, watery fabric coming down past his arse and the letters BLACK stamped on his back, Remus felt almost slutty walking into the rink.
“This is ridiculous,” he’d muttered to Lily earlier as he’d slid the jersey over his body, a frown on his face.
“Yes,” she’d agreed, grinning back at him. “But it works. Boys fucking love this, I promise.”
So, instead of returning the jersey Sirius had left at his flat by handing it to him like a normal person, he was now standing at the edge of the rink wearing the jersey on his body.
“I feel like a prat,” he murmured under his breath, unable to stop his own cheeks from flushing pink.
Really, he was going to yell at Lily later. The whole idea was over-the-top and obnoxious. He was even considering running out of the building now. Yes, he should–
But then he locked eyes with Sirius, who had been immersed in practicing with his team, only to turn around and find him, eyes widening comically.
He could tell that Sirius realized right away what he was wearing. What it said on the back and the intention behind it. Because his mouth slipped open a little and he froze mid-swing of his stick, still sliding forward as he stared, making Remus lift his hand in the air stupidly, acknowledging the ridiculously handsome man on skates.
And then–slam!
Sirius skated right into the boards of the rink.
Now Remus was grinning despite himself, standing on his toes to get a better view of the flushed, struggling man.
Perhaps Lily was right.
agony - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 316
“You watched, didn’t you?”
Sirius, who had been completely caught up in the memories of the previous night, jumped at the sound of Remus’s voice. Turning, he pasted on a fake smile and made eye contact with the other boy. “Hey, Moons! Erm, no, of course not, you said–”
“You always were a shit liar, Padfoot,” Remus said with a small chuckle, joining him on his bed.
The new nickname made Sirius flush, and he looked down at his quilt, picking at a piece of thread. “Maybe a little,” he admitted.
The truth was, during the first time they’d accompanied Remus on his transformation, he’d watched the whole thing. Even though Remus had begged them all not to look, Sirius hadn’t been able to glance away for a second. He’d been horrified: not at what Remus was becoming, but at the pure agony on Remus’s face, the way his body rippled with pain and cracked as his bones broke and shifted.
It’d made his heart shatter.
“I’m sorry,” Remus muttered softly into the tense silence, making Sirius look up in shock. “I…I’m sure it was terrifying. I shouldn’t have let you–”
But, mind clouded by adoration for the boy in front of him, by the need to shut Remus up, by all of the confusing emotions surrounding him and the insane desire to make Remus feel loved, because Merlin, Sirius loved him so damn much, Sirius just lurched forward, connecting their lips together.
It was the closest thing he’d ever felt to bliss.
Hands shaking as they came to rest on Remus’s cheeks, refusing to pull back enough to see the other boy’s reaction, Sirius murmured, “Don’t you dare apologize,” onto Remus’s lips, heart hammering in his throat. “I’m just glad we could be there.”
But he was even more thankful that, as he nervously began to sit back, Remus grabbed for him, kissing him again.
lying - jegulus and wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 215
“Never have I ever kissed someone with the last name ‘Black,’” Peter announced, grinning wildly at Remus.
Remus, who had up until this point been able to get through the drinking game relatively unscathed, shot Peter a look. “Traitor,” he grumbled, downing a considerably large gulp of Firewhiskey before planting a kiss on Sirius’s cheek.
“Ah, c’mon, Moony! At least it’s for something good, right?” Sirius beamed, flushing slightly at the show of affection.
“I’m still going to get him back,” Remus rolled his eyes, though his lips were twitching upward a little.
The three of them were so caught up in their banter that they almost didn’t notice James taking a swig of his own drink.
“Wait, Prongs? You and Padfoot have kissed?” Peter nearly-shouted, pointing towards James, who froze mid-sip like a deer in headlights.
Sirius’s eyebrows furrowed. “No, he’s lying. We’ve never…I mean, we’ve kissed on the cheek, are you counting that?” he asked his best friend, confused.
James choked back the rest of the liquid, then smiled a bit sheepishly. “Erm. No?”
“Then who…?” Peter murmured, tilting his head to the side.
Sirius’s eyes had gone wide, though. “Mate. Tell me it’s Narcissa. Or even Bella. Anyone but…”
Wincing, James jumped up. “Erm. Bathroom!”
And he ran off, leaving Sirius gaping.
cold - @wolfstarmicrofic - a prequel to all the other hockey microfics this month - word count: 413
Required uni classes, Remus decided, could fuck right off. Sure, he understood the concept of having a list of specialty classes that were necessary for his degree. But why on Earth was he, an Education and English major, being forced to take Biology?
It was ridiculous.
He was so annoyed about it that he hardly noticed the boy slip into the seat beside him, just as his watch showed 9:30am.
“Excited to learn some science?” the boy asked with a slightly sarcastic grin, making Remus look up.
He promptly melted.
The boy was perfection. Dark, wavy hair pulled back into a low bun, silver-gray eyes sparkling with humor, a smile that could kill, and–
A university hockey jersey over his clearly-muscular back.
Remus’s stomach did somersaults. Why did all good things have to have such cruel caveats? Of course, the hot boy was straight.
Smiling nervously back, he chuckled. “Thrilled,” he deadpanned.
The boy chuckled. “Glad we’re both here for some good laughs.”
But as the professor called the class to order and announced that they would, in fact, be working with the person they were sitting next to, Remus couldn’t help but be excited. Even if the boy was straight, he seemed nice enough. They’d get through this class together. The Professor told them to play some get-to-know-you games for a few moments while she pulled up the slides for the first lesson.
“Okay….would you rather always be cold or always be hot?” Remus asked, rolling his eyes at how boring his question was.
“Cold,” the boy, who had introduced himself as Sirius, answered promptly. He grinned. “I mean…” he pulled at his jersey a bit, “I play hockey, so…cold’s just a part of the job.”
Remus flushed at that. Wow, he’d picked the stupidest question possible. “Right,” he nodded, trying not to blush more. “You pick a question.”
Sirius studied him for a few seconds before giving him a little smile. “Would you rather date a man or a woman?”
Remus nearly fell out of his chair. “I–what?” he gasped, sure he’d misheard.
But the other boy just grinned, eyes full of mischief. “Because I’d rather date a man. Though, I’m single right now. And you?”
His heart had surely stopped, his voice completely dead in his throat. “I…” There was no way this boy was being serious, was he? “I…men, yeah,” he mumbled.
Sirius beamed. “Well. This class just got a lot more interesting.”
Remus had to agree.
spaghetti - anon request for genderfluid sirius - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 455
Remus couldn’t decide if this was the best or most disastrous date he’d ever been on in his life.
He was sitting across a ridiculously small table from Sirius Black, who had for some insane reason agreed to accompany him to this stupidly stuffy Italian restaurant this evening. Looking like utter sin, Sirius smirked at him from their seat, their perfect gray eyes decorated in glitter and kohl, their lips dark red and painfully tempting.
But of course, it didn’t stop there.
Between their tight shirt and skirt that revealed enough leg to make Remus weak-kneed, they looked so beautiful he was having trouble breathing let alone eating his spaghetti. Several times he’d simply trailed off mid-sentence or dropped his cloth napkin to the floor, causing himself to turn bright red and want to melt into his chair.
The worst part?
He and Sirius had been best friends for years.
He shouldn’t have been this nervous. He should have been…cool. Calm. Collected. Suave, even.
Not that anyone in the world would ever describe Remus Lupin as suave.
So he spent half the evening internally berating himself for wasting his chance, for buggering up his one shot at ever proving to Sirius that he was worthy of them. He was so busy doing so, in fact, that he nearly missed it when Sirius leaned forward, looked into his eyes, and said, “Moony, you look like you’re about to have a heart attack.”
“I–what?” he muttered, cut off from his own hateful internal monologue.
“You seem like you’re a second away from exploding. Did you eat something James gave you? You know that prick likes to fuck with you,” Sirius said sith a smirk, reaching for his hand and making Remus nearly whimper.
“No, I–”
“What’s wrong?”
He sighed. “I’m fucking this up,” he murmured, refusing to make eye contact. “You…you’re you, and you look bloody amazing, and I’m just–”
But he was cut off by a waiter who decided now was the perfect time to check in on them. “Everything okay, here?” he asked Remus, who hastily nodded, blinking back tears. He turned to Sirius. “And you, sir? How’s your food?”
Before Sirius could respond, Remus murmured quickly, his reaction automatic and his eyes on his plate, “Not sir. Miss, maybe, tonight. But not sir.”
The waiter gave him a weird look, but shrugged. “Alright. But the food is good?”
Beaming, Sirius nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”
But as the man disappeared, Remus was surprised to see Sirius look at him with the softest, most adoring expression he’d ever seen. “You’re doing a lot better than you think, Moons,” they murmured, bringing his fingers up to their lips to press a kiss there.
Remus promptly dropped his fork.
stick - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 374
Remus has been silent for most of the evening. As they lay together in Sirius’s bed, both sharing Remus’s (much better annotated) Transfiguration textbook, trying to complete the reading before it is due the next day, he’s even more quiet than usual. He doesn’t say a word when Sirius asks him if it’s alright to flip the page, doesn’t grumble when Sirius shifts a little and nearly takes the whole blanket, doesn’t even murmur praise when Sirius points out what might be an error in the ancient book.
He’s processing something, and as difficult as it is, Sirius has learned that the best thing to do is to let him mention it when he’s ready. (Or, at least, give him a few hours’ time before he starts poking and prodding, because Sirius is impatient and can only wait so long.)
It’s when they finish the chapter and Sirius snaps the book shut and turns to Remus for a kiss that the taller boy pulls back, eyebrows furrowed. “What is this?” he mumbles, looking even more nervous than usual.
“This, my dear Moony, is called a snog,” Sirius replied cheekily, winking at him. “You see, when one person is attracted to another, they have the odd desire to stick their tongue–”
“No, you prat,” Remus interrupts, but he’s smiling now so Sirius has succeeded in making him feel less anxious. “This.” He gestures between the two of them.
This makes Sirius frown because even though he could be a prick and tease more, it’s a fair question. One neither of them have been brave enough to ask up until this point. One that he’s still terrified to answer, if he’s honest…because he knows what he wants, and he knows what he’s so afraid of hearing. “You tell me,” he murmurs, leaning back a little.
Remus bristles a little. “I asked first!”
Both grinning and feeling defensive, Sirius shoves him on the shoulder. “I asked second!”
“Well, I–”
“You two’re boyfriends, now let the rest of us study!” James yells from his own bed, making both Remus and Sirius blush.
They look at each other, eyes flickering to meet, then darting away. “Erm…does that…work for you?” Sirius asks–rather bravely, he thinks.
Remus’s smile is breathtaking. “Yeah.”
locker room - hockey au!wolfstar (more on my page from this month) - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 366
“Well? Is it as sexy as you thought it would be?” Sirius asked humorously as he led Remus into the locker room, waggling his eyebrows in mock-suggestion.
“Oh, yes,” Remus responded mildly with a roll of his eyes. “I can’t decide what the best part is. The stale smell of sweat, or the fact that I’m seeing living proof that fully-grown University blokes can’t clean up after themselves to save their lives,” he said, gesturing into a cubby they passed by, which looked like it’d been ransacked by a raccoon.
“Oi! Watch yourself, you’re a University bloke, too!” Sirius said with a grin, turning to glare with his hands on his hips. “Your flat may be clean, but there’s enough books in there to cause a certifiable safety concern! I could die if they fall and create an avalanche, you know!”
This made Remus chuckle. “Which one’s yours, then? Surely it’s immaculate, for you to be on my arse so much.”
The twinkling in Sirius’s eyes told him that he was close to making a joke about being on each others’ arses, but the shorter man refrained. “Right here. I’ll just grab my charger, and then–”
But Remus was immediately distracted by the pictures inside: one of Sirius and what must be his brother (they looked so much alike), one of Sirius and James, and one–
“That’s me,” Remus said dumbly, gesturing to the photo.
Sirius’s eyes fluttered a bit before a sheepish smile stretched across his face. “Oh. Erm, yeah, I put it up there recently. I–”
He couldn’t focus on Sirius’s words at all. “A picture of me. And you. In your locker room, for all your teammates to see,” he clarified, wide eyes turning again to the nervous-looking man.
“Yeah, is that okay?” Sirius asked, eyebrows furrowing. “I can take it down, or–fuck!”
Remus had pressed him into a nearby wall, already kissing his neck. “What’re the chances anyone comes in here in the next half hour?” he asked, hand gripping Sirius’s waist.
“None, if we lock the door,” Sirius replied, beaming.
“Lock it,” Remus replied with a nod.
Sirius couldn’t have moved faster if he was gliding across ice on his skates.
ginger ale - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 288
“Is Remus still coming over this week?” Euphemia Potter asked as Sirius and James settled at the breakfast table, hurriedly serving themselves several helpings of eggs.
“Mph, yes! Sunday!” James answered his mum, spraying food from his full mouth and making Sirius yelp in offense as bits landed on him.
Sirius’s sour expression soon faded, though, as he thought about Sunday. Soon, Remus would be there. Fuck, he missed him so much.
“Alright, well write him and ask him what he wants to eat, hm? I can grab some meals he likes, as well as drinks and snacks and things. I’ll go shopping on Saturday,” Effie offered with a smile, sensing both of her sons’ enthusiasm.
“Alright,” James nodded. “I’ll write after–”
But Sirius was already rattling off a list. “Well, you know he loves chocolate. Anything sweet, really, for a snack,” he started, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration as he thought. “He’s been obsessed with Ginger Ale, lately. You know, the Muggle drink? And he’d probably die of happiness if you made lamb stew, his mum always makes that when he comes home for the summers, he goes on and on about it. Oh! And he really likes…” but he trailed off, noticing James’s shocked expression and Effie’s knowing one. “...lemon. In his tea,” he finished, gulping.
Now Effie and James were both grinning. “Alright, Sirius, I’ll make sure to get all of that,” Effie nodded kindly.
But as Sirius made a weak excuse for the bathroom in order to escape his best friend’s laughter, he heard Effie ask her son as he walked down the hall: “So…does Remus love him too, then?”
He nearly stumbled when James responded, “Merlin, yes. They’re obsessed with each other, mum.”
the cottage - wolfstar - background jily - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 317
“Four beds, Padfoot! It says four beds!” James complained, reading off of the listing and rolling his eyes.
“Wait, really? I thought it said five!” Sirius exclaimed, leaning over James and looking at his phone screen suspiciously.
“No, you idiot. Four. And next time we go on a group vacation, you will not be the one to book the cottage,” Lily reprimanded, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
“Fine. James and I will share, and–”
“Absolutely not! We were already going to share before, that doesn’t solve the problem! And before you suggest it, we are not letting you join us, Sirius,” Lily snarked, grimacing.
He grinned. “You’re missing out!” But it was all a joke. “Fine, I’ll kip with someone else, yeah?
But Remus, Peter, and Mary were all studiously avoiding his gaze. Still, he pouted, eyes wide, until one of them broke.
“Fine!” Remus sighed, throwing his arms in the air and giving Sirius a death glare. “But if you kick me in your sleep–”
“I won’t, Moony!” Sirius assured him, beaming. “Don’t you worry!”
Quickly, the friends brought their bags into the admittedly-nice cottage, selecting rooms and taking some time to unpack. As soon as the door to Sirius and Remus’s room closed, Sirius turned to Remus, sending him a huge grin. “Hey, Moony,” he said slowly, eyes full of amusement.
Already on the bed, Remus gave a huff of laughter. “You think they bought it?” he asked, lips turning up more as Sirius joined him, straddling his lap.
“Oh, yeah. You seemed right pissed. ‘Oh, Padfoot, I guess I’ll share a room with you for a whole week. If I have to shag you senseless I suppose I will!’ Bloody good actor you are.”
Remus chuckled, grabbing Sirius by the back of the neck and guiding his lips downward. “Anything for you,” he muttered before he claimed his mouth with his own.