seen from Japan
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Sweden
seen from Ireland
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Spain
seen from South Korea
Two line Tuesday
I'm adopting this (because I want to) but how do you pick only two lines, @fuckboyregulus??? Should have made it "too many lines Tuesday" for my benefit.
“My uncle left me some money. I got myself a flat and a bike.” Sirius placed a finger under Remus’s chin, pulling his head up “Do you want a ride?”
“Yes,” Remus said without hesitation. “On the bike, too.”
Written on February 2, 2020 and found only recently :) Another bit of HSFTY!
tw for pretty graphic gore!!
~
“Jesus Christ,” Remus says.
Sirius forces a chuckle, wincing as he feels his lip split open wider. “That bad?”
Everything hurts. There’s blood everywhere, coating his lips, his shirt, dripping down into his eye and stuck underneath his fingernails. He coughs, spitting up more blood; red, red, red everywhere and he thinks he’s about to pass out.
“Fuck,” Remus says. He reaches out, though Sirius doesn’t know why, either to hold him or steady him or -
Sirius pulls away. “Don’t. You’ll get blood all over yourself.”
Remus levels a flat, unbelieving look at him. “Really.”
Sirius shakes his head. “I...I can stand.”
“And I can talk to animals but that’s not fucking useful, is it?” Remus hisses, grabbing onto him. Sirius tried to twist away but Remus holds firm. His fingers are wrapped tightly around Sirius’ wrist, heedless of the blood there, and Sirius frowns.
He doesn’t know why his stomach turns, every fiber in his body twisting at the contact. He feels dizzy, almost light headed; he wonders if it’s due to the blood loss.
“Shit,” Remus hisses again. His face has gone grey, his breathing stuttering in his chest. “It’s not stopping.”
Sirius clamps his lips together; he feels a bubble of laughter rising up his throat, a strange sense of giddiness overtaking him. He bites down hard on his cheek, lets the pain bring everything back into focus, body aching with every movement.
Remus glares down at him, then shakes his head. “You need help. I’ll get someone - “
“No,” Sirius says. “Don’t. Don’t tell anyone. I can’t let them see me like this.”
Remus stares at him, then slowly looses a breath. “Why? Why do you keep - keep fucking with people? Keep getting into all these fights?”
Sirius shrugs, then winces. “I don’t know,” he says. “Guess it makes me feel alive.”
“You’re an idiot.”
Sirius laughs, then immediately regrets it. He doubles over, hands pressed to his side, gasping as the pain slowly worked its way up his body. “I happen to be your idiot.”
Remus doesn’t bother arguing. He stares at the marks, the blood, his face a cold, flat mask. Sirius takes one look at his expression and curses himself - Remus always did this, when confronted with blood and torn flesh. He didn’t know what memories plagued Remus’ nightmares, what had been done to him to leave those huge, ripping scars. He wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to know.
“Wait here,” Remus says, his voice gravelly and low. His footsteps are silent as he leaves Sirius’ room - the handle of the door clicks behind him, the faintest scrape of picks against metal. Sirius closes his eyes, breathes through gritted teeth. Water drips on the roof above him, a maddening beat in time with his heart.
He’s not sure how long it’s been when Remus gets back. Long enough that his muscles ache in protest when he forces himself up, elbows braced against the pillows behind him. “Where did you get that?”
“Where do you think?” Remus dumps the first aid kit on the bed, the white plastic luminous in the moonlight. It casts strange shadows across Remus’ face - jagged lines, sharp edges. “Supply closet.”
Sirius huffs a laugh that quickly turns into a wince. “That easy to pick?”
“I did it in the dark,” Remus says flatly. “What do you think?”
His hands are hot against Sirius’ skin as he finds the hem of his hoodie, yanks it up to his shoulders. Sirius hisses under his breath at the scrape of fabric against his wounds, the cold brush of air, the searing touch of Remus’ fingers. He’s not sure what aches more, actually - broken skin or the feeling of Remus’ hands on him, fingers pressing gently into the spaces between his ribcage. “Fuck.”
“Shhh.” Remus’ voice is muffled - he has a small packet gripped between his teeth, tears off the corner. Sirius only has a moment to brace himself before fire snakes up his side - he groans into his arm, teeth digging into his skin. “Ah fuck.”
Remus merely dabs at the wounds again with the alcohol. Sirius has to choke back tears, biting down hard into the half-healing marks on his lip. “Shit that burns.”
“Maybe next time you won’t be such an idiot,” Remus says dryly. The burning moves higher - he presses the cloth against the cut on his chest, fingers so searingly hot against Sirius’ skin. “Who knows if I’ll bother to clean you up again.”
“You will,” Sirius says. He means for it to sound flippant, but the words land too heavily for it to be anything but the truth. “You love me too much.”
Remus’ eyes flicker down, to his own hands pressed against Sirius’ chest, flits back up to meet Sirius’ gaze. He can barely see Remus’ face - it’s all covered in shadows and moonlight and scars like strips of stars set into his skin. “Maybe,” he whispers, and it’s the truth too. “Maybe I do.”
Can i pleeeeeeease get some muggle wolfstar on an airplane?? Like are they cute and cuddly, does siri love to look in skymall, does rem get super anxious flying, do they do the diddly do on an airplane??? PLEAse GIv e Me some WolfSTAr in thE AIr
i love these two.
“You should buckle your seat belt.”
Sirius sat up from where he’d been rummaging through his backpack, trying to find the crisps he’d stashed their earlier, and looked at Remus, “Huh?”
Remus tugged at his own buckled belt, “They’re going to yell at us.” Remus looked nervously down the isle, as if talking about it would automatically summon one of the perfectly dressed stewardesses.
Sirius cracked a smile, “Re, they won’t yell at us. They probably won’t even notice with all their drink carts and stuff. I never wear my seatbelt.”
Remus sent a troubled look up to where the screens that had shown the instructions video earlier were now folded into the ceiling, “But they said…”
Sirius laughed lightly, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to Remus’ cheek, “It’s not all as big as you think it is, love, don’t worry. Hey, you haven’t seen the crisps have you?”
Without looking, Remus reached into Sirius’ backpack and pulled the bag out, dropping it into Sirius’ lap.
“Right.” Sirius picked then up, looking slightly bewildered, “How do you do that? I swear to god, I just looked—“
“What about the no smoking? That’s enforced isn’t it?”
“Oh, yeah, that is.” Sirius look from the crisps to Remus, tugging lightly at the airplane pillow he had hooked around his neck, “You look fucking cute by the way.”
Remus flushed, reaching up to touch the soft material with a self-conscious smile, momentarily forgetting about the video and seat belt, “They recommended it.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow, “They?” A smile started to creep across his face again, “Did you research?”
Remus spluttered, “I—I might have looked into it.” He looked sheepish for a moment then nodded at Sirius’ crisps, “You shouldn’t eat those here. The sodium will make your feet swell.”
“God,” Sirius laughed. He reached forward, tucking his fingers into the hair at the back of Remus’ head and pulling him in for a kiss, “I love you.” He said the words against Remus’ lips, “And all of your little preparations.” He leaned back in his seat, shaking his head and smiling, starting to open his crisps, “Research…” He mumbled to himself.
Remus watched him for a moment, accepting a few crisps despite his warning, and loosening his seatbelt. He supposed it did all feel more relaxed than he had expected. When Sirius pulled out a magazine called Skymall and was diligently flipping through it making little noises of exclamation, Remus pressed as far out of his seat as he could until he spotted the bathrooms that were—as promised—located at the end of the isle. He dug his teeth into his lip, feeling a little thrill shoot up his spine.
“Pads.” He unhooked the pillow from around his shoulders, stuffing it into the seat pocket.
“Hm?” Sirius dogeared a page, “Look at this, Re. A heated water bed.” He tapped the page with his finger, “I think we need this.”
Remus leaned over the armrest, hand trailing down the inside of Sirius’ forearm until he could tuck his fingers into Sirius’, “Pads.”
Sirius finally looked away from the magazine, “Sorry, sorry. Yeah, love?”
Remus bit back a smile, instead nosing gently at Sirius’ jawline, “Do you want to know what else I found during my research?”
Sirius snorted, “Yes, Re, what else did you find?”
Remus glanced across the isle briefly, gaze hidden by Sirius’ profile. There was an older couple seated there, one with headphones on and staring out the window, the other already safely snoozing away. He slid his hand from Sirius’ wrist to his thigh, fingers digging into the muscled skin through his sweatpants, “There was one article,” he said, smiling at the way he heard Sirius’ breath hitch, “that talked about a certain…activity that could take place in the bathrooms. I think they called it ‘the mile high club’. Sound familiar?” His lips were trailing along Sirius’ jaw now, his hand inching its way upward. He felt Sirius inhale sharply.
“Fuck, Re.” The magazine was crinkled in Sirius’ grip.
Remus’ voice was a whisper now, just for Sirius, “They wrote all about how good its suppose to feel up here, how strong…I want that with you.” Remus ducked his head, just a little, and pressed a gentle kiss to the heated skin of Sirius’ neck, “Pads…”
Sirius made a little needy sound, voice cracking, and Remus knew he had him.
“Okay.” Sirius let out a breath, “Fuck, okay, okay, yes, yes.” He let out a little laugh, “Jesus, your first time on a plane and you want to—God, have I mentioned I love you?”
Remus grinned, “A few times.”
Sirius let his head rest against Remus’ for a moment before shoving the magazine into the seat pocket, nearly spilling the crisps as he tried to do the same with them. He practically tore his seatbelt off before pressing his hand over Remus’ where it was still settled on his thigh again. His eyes were dark, the pupils wide, when he looked at Remus, “I’m gonna go—“ He turned away for a second, looking down the isle before looking back, “to the left one, yeah? Wait like—three minutes then—“
“Longest three minutes of my fucking life.” Remus huffed.
Sirius grinned, leaning forward and capturing Remus’ mouth in a hard kiss, tongue pushing in. Remus let himself fall into it until Sirius pulled away, all too soon.
“Three minutes.” He whispered, “I’ll be waiting.”
Summer Boys, Part 2
Please note the change in rating and chapter count.
Sirius was covering the distance between them in long strides–when had Sirius gotten so tall?–and Remus only had moments to take him in. Black boots, one unlaced, tight black trousers, a t-shirt for a band Remus was fairly certain he had never heard of before, the black leather jacket–
The black leather jacket Remus had given him the summer before. He was wearing it. He was wearing it in the summer. He was absolutely crazy, but he was wearing it.
Remus only had a moment to look at his sparkling grey eyes, and the way his face lit up as he looked at Remus, before Sirius was in front of him.
Read the full chapter here on AO3.
For @goodboylupin‘s candy hearts challenge. My candy hearts prompt was LIKE YOU.
Remus is a muggle, but the boy down the street might just make him believe that magic is real.
(part 1 of 2. part 1 is T rated, but part 2 will bump the rating up to E)
Listen to the playlist here!
~~~
There was a park down the street from their house that Remus’s mum let him play sometimes. Now that he was eight, he was old enough to go on his own as long as he stuck to the sidewalk and was home before the streetlights came on. It was his own little adventure, and he loved every minute.
Remus would trail his fingers along the fence as he walked down the street, counting down the numbers of each house between his (Number 16) and the park. His favourite house was number 15. It was tall and looked a bit like it was smiling in the fading afternoon light. Number 14 looked grumpy, with a porch that made the perfect moustache to his imaginative mind. Number 13 loved to paint the shutters so often that Remus wondered if they did it by magic. Number 11 was stately and statuesque, and Remus couldn’t help but think of it like the old school marm looking over the rest of the street.
There was no Number 12 on Grimmauld Place. Isn’t that peculiar?
Keep reading here on AO3!
hi I’ve been MIA for a while so sorry if you’ve already spoken about this and I missed it but are you still writing the muggle Remus + magic Sirius one? I remember waiting for it to be complete cause I was so excited to read it
Hi! Welcome back. I hope you had a lovely break from fandom, and I hope it was voluntary and that you being back is a good thing as well!
I've mentioned it a few times recently, but asks get lost and I don't mind answering again! I still have one more chapter left to write for Summer Boys, and I have not abandoned it! I'm actively working on it now, and it (along with a few other fics) is on my Get Shit Finished kick.
I don't currently have an expected date of completion, but I'd suggest subscribing to the fic for updates OR sticking around here, because I'll be posting once I've got it done too.
(from Summer Boys, which I'm spending some time working on today)
Sirius was laying on his back, looking at the ceiling intently. Remus was looking at Sirius.
“You put up stars.”
“Oh, yeah.” Remus turned so that he was laying flat on his back next to Sirius, looking at the stars on the ceiling of his room. “Mum let me put them up for my birthday this year.”
“I like them.”
"I do too. I spent a lot of time–"
"Wait, is that…? " Sirius pushed up on his elbows, staring at the formation of stars directly over the bed. "Is that my constellation?"
Three Sentence Thursday
(wait, did I actually find only 3 sentences? 😮 From Summer Boys, my muggle!Remus fic)
When they were tucked under the covers together, it felt like they were protected from the outside world. Remus pulled the blanket over their heads, shielding Sirius from whatever harsh reality drove him to climb through Remus's bedroom window in the middle of the night. In the darkness, their hands were pulled to each other until they threaded together between them.
