Wolfstar fluff thought of the day ft. Harry and Co. (purely “Of Godson and Vows” fic inspired):
The problem with Sirius and Remus is that they are disgustingly in love. Not just regular in love. Not just “hold hands occasionally” in love. No. They are a menace to anyone in their vicinity.
And the worst part? They don’t even realize it.
It starts with the way they refuse to be apart for more than five minutes. Like, Ron and Harry are having a serious discussion about Quidditch in their sitting room, and in the background, Remus is trying to grade essays at the work table while Sirius, fully sprawled across his lap like a human-shaped cat, is just existing.
Not talking. Not fidgeting. Just there, head tucked against Remus’ shoulder, breathing him in. “Pads,” Remus sighs, fond but exasperated. Sirius buries his nose further into his neck and hums. “Mm. No.”
“No?”
“No. Missed you. This is necessary.”
“You were gone for twenty minutes.”
“Exactly.” He says it like it's his god given right to be exactly where he is, right on top of Remus’ lap.
Harry glares at them over the top of Which Broomstick? “Do you two have to do this here?”
Sirius blinks lazily from where he’s draped over Remus like an aesthetic blanket. “Do what?”
Ron sighs, rubbing his temples. “Be disgusting.”
Remus, entirely unbothered, continues grading. “You’ll get used to it.”
“We really won’t.”
~
Then there’s the constant touching. It’s not even intentional anymore, it’s like they physically cannot be near each other without some form of contact.
Hermione nearly loses her mind during an innocent game of Exploding Snap.
“Okay,” she says, snapping the deck down onto the table. “One of you needs to move.”
Sirius and Remus, sitting thigh-to-thigh, arms intertwined like teenagers in the honeymoon stage, blink at her.
“What?” Sirius says, entirely genuine.
“You’re practically one person.”
“Mm,” Remus shrugs, sipping his tea. “I fail to see the problem.”
Hermione gestures wildly at their intertwined limbs. “You’ve fused.”
Sirius grins, curling a strand of Remus’ hair around his finger. “Romantic, isn’t it?”
Ron throws his hands in the air. “This is a nightmare.”
~
And don’t even get Harry started on the dramatic goodbyes.
Remus had to go out for the evening, for literally three hours.
It’s nothing serious. Nothing tragic. Just a meeting with his fellow researcher. And yet.
Sirius cups Remus’ face like he’s leaving for war.
“Don’t forget me while you are gone, Moons,” he murmurs tragically.
Remus sighs deeply, brushing a hand over Sirius’ cheek. “Never, love.”
Harry pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re going to the pub. Down the street.”
Sirius ignores him, pressing a lingering kiss to Remus’ forehead. “I’ll be counting the minutes.”
“Me too, my star.”
Ron buries his face in his hands. “I hate it here.”
~
Final straw:
They take the group to Hogsmeade. A nice, relaxing weekend trip. It should have been fine. But then, somewhere between Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks, Sirius disappears.
Hermione barely gets the words “where did...” out before Remus stops walking like he’s sensing a disturbance in the Force.
His entire body stills. Eyes sharpening.
“Moony?” Harry asks, wary.
Remus inhales slowly. “He’s near.”
Ron deadpans. “You have Sirius-dar.”
Before anyone can protest, Remus makes a sharp left, straight into the bookstore.
And there, in the farthest corner of the shop, behind three towering bookshelves is…
Sirius.
Sirius, looking up sheepishly from where he’s flipping through a book.
“Moons!” he beams, like he wasn’t just found through supernatural boyfriend GPS.
“I wanted to surprise you with the book you were talking about” Sirius grins.
Harry and the others skid to a stop just as Remus crosses the room in three long strides. grabs Sirius by the collar…
And kisses him.
Deeply. Passionately. Right there, between Transfiguration Weekly and Advanced Magical Theory.
Fred wolf-whistles. George claps. Ron, utterly resigned, mutters, “I’m done. I’m just done.”
Harry, dragging a hand over his face, turns to Hermione. “Please. Fix them.”
Hermione, entirely unhelpful, just sighs dreamily. “Oh, I think it’s sweet.”
Moral of the story: Sirius and Remus are obliviously, disgustingly, and incurably in love.
And no one else in the world is safe from it.
