once upon a time i was a confused little egg writing my self projection fanfic about Remus, in which he was trans, and didn't realize why exactly I made that choice
now i'm out and proud, and i honestly have this dead fictional werewolf to thank for it🏳️⚧️
Hi! I talked about OMTL here, but let's talk about Trans Fest (soooort of)
Send me an ask about my WIPs!
So, I can't *really* talk about HP trans fest because it's anon posting. Which is a bummer, because I'm suuuper excited about it. I will say that it's Wolfstar with Trans Remus, and that it involves a trope that I love but have not written before.
This fest is still a few months out from finishing and posting (wait, a month? Geez, I need to check), but stick around and that'll come out eventually!
And, just because it's not a well known fic, i wanted to post Finding Lily again, which is my Trans!Lily fic.
(cw: gender dysphoria, surgery mention, implied male pregnancy)
Sirius was used to seeing Remus change.
He'd watched the pain and suffering as he transformed from boy to werewolf more times than he could count; their twisting, gnarling limbs becoming unrecognisable, only to painfully shift back hours later.
He'd watched the beauty of seeing a boy look in the mirror for the first time and find his reflection finally matched his identity. Seen the way his shoulders, once thought to be permanently hunched, straightened and add inches to their height; chest puffing proudly, even while biting back the post-surgery wince.
In every world, in every way, Sirius knew Remus was captivating.
But seeing Remus lying there, holding their son for the first time, skin to skin, he saw a softness wash over and transform Remus like Sirius had never seen before. It was in the gentle crinkle around his eyes and the way his mouth twitched, mimicking their squirming babe.
It was in the fierce protectiveness, now permanently fixed in sparkling eyes, as he said, "Ready to hold our boy, love? Teddy, meet Papa."
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@wolfstarmicrofic
(Thank you so much to those of you were willing to look this over for me as sensitivity readers. I really appreciate it. If anyone feels I have missed a tag, please do let me know)
Sirius looked at James with wide eyes and backed away quickly. “What did you do?” he asked as their door swung open and a bright red Remus came storming into the room shaking a vial of black liquid.
“H-hi honey!” James squeaked, cowering backward into the wall.
“Don’t you ‘hi honey’ me you insufferable, insatiable, overly fertile jackass!”
“I… What?” James croaked, recoiling as far back as he could, knocking over a stack of books that had been sitting precariously on a table beside him.
“Listen, I’m only asking because I noticed you’ve been looking a little peaky and not eating much the past few weeks and you’ve been pushing your tea away which is so unlike you, but I remember you used to do that when you were pregnant with Teddy,” Regulus said softly, still rubbing his back.
So, a while back I wrote this fic for the Wolfstar Games 2021, and it ended up being really rushed at the time, but I have been through and edited it so I thought I'd share.
It's a wolfstar oilrig! AU and is one of the angstier things I have written, although there are a lot of moments of levity.
Content warnings: Past character death (sibling), Sirius grew up in a cult, trans! Remus, mentions of transphobia, very brief mention of queerphobia, racism, sexism and poorphobia (basically Snape is an asshole), storms, and nightmares.
I think that is it, but let me know if you want me to add anything.
Rating: T+ (No adult content, but some parts are on the heavier side)
If you like to read it on ao3, the link is here
The sky had taken on an angry grey colour, air thick with the upcoming storm. The wind was still a light breeze for now, but Remus could already feel a dull throbbing in his temples from the increasing air pressure. Tonks grabbed his wrist, pushing the bright orange jacket of his uniform up to reveal a battered looking watch. Remus let her read the time; he’d long since given up trying to convince his friend she needed a watch of her own at this point.
“A couple more hours before things get really bad,” Tonks hummed, squeezing his wrist reassuringly before she let it go. “Are you sure you don’t want to hide out with me in my room? Start some rumours?” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, the dancing hairs seemingly unconnected to the rest of her facial muscles as they moved.
“Not worth the hassle of Snape finding out I’d been there,” Remus said, a sad smile on his lips. “I’ll be fine.” He knew he shouldn’t care about one transphobic assholes opinion, especially when Snape had proven he would’ve just found some other 'flaw' in his existence anyway. Tonks was too queer, Frank wasn't manly enough (whatever that meant), Dorcas was too Black, and Fabian and Gideon were too poor. Remus had come to learn there was nothing wrong with any of them, and everything wrong with Snape. Still, he didn't have the energy to deal with it today.
“Snake incoming,” Frank drawled from a few feet away, his chin resting atop his girlfriend Alice’s head.
“Speak of the devil,” Remus sighed.
Most of the crew were tight-knit; for some, a second family, for others, the family they had always desired. Most, that was, except for a select few who had decided they were superior. These individuals were informally known to the rest of the crew as 'The Snakes'. They didn't care who they stomped on to climb their way up the ladder. Thankfully, Snape was the only Snake who hadn't been evacuated, a fact Remus found suspicious, but at least it meant there was minimal idiocy to contend with.
“I'm locking up," Snape snapped, hands poised on the heavy door that led downstairs. "Any of you idiots still out here in five seconds are getting shut out. I hope you have a strong grip."
“Petition to shut him out by popular vote,” Tonks quipped, nudging her shoulder against Remus’ as they turned their backs on the sea to head inside.
“If only,” Remus snorted, falling behind Tonks so they could walk in single file past Severus, neither of them wanting to get too close to him.
“He makes me feel so gross.” Tonks shivered dramatically once they were out of Severus' line of sight, doing a perfect imitation of his greasy sneer. “Do you want to come and raid the kitchens with me?”
“I’m going to see if I can catch some sleep. Who knows when this thing will be over, and they’ll expect us to be ready to get back out here straight away,” Remus said. He tipped his head towards the lounge where a tall, blonde woman sat with her eyes fixed on the TV screen. “Perhaps you should invite Fleur?”
“Perhaps you should stop trying to be Cupid,” Tonks huffed, rolling her eyes. “Go. Sleep,” she admonished, smacking Remus lightly on the arm. “And remember, my Uncle will be in there with you, so try to keep those sweet dreams to yourself...unless…. you’ve finally got your head out of your arse and decided to tell him about that mammoth sized crush you have.”
“I have never denied that Sirius Black is unfairly attractive, but even those eyes do not compensate for the fact he is an arrogant prick.”
“He’s not -”
“I just need to get to know him better, you’ve said,” Remus interrupted, the words mangled around a yawn. “Excuse me if I wait for him to show his sparkling personality before I make any moves."
"Re -"
Remus shook his head with a small laugh. He and Tonks had discussed this more than he cared to count, but her persistence was admirable. “I’m going to bed. Try not to get yourself into too much trouble whilst I’m gone.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound fun at all.” Tonks coiled a strand of her electric blue hair around her finger, pouting, and then letting her expression fall back into something more neutral. “Sleep well, Remus. Hopefully this will all be over soon.”
***
The weather off the Scottish coast could be harsh on any given winter day, brisk winds whipping up the sea around them into a foamy chaos, until they were forced to down tools for a day or two. It usually happened at least once a season, a disgruntled crew furious at the delay - their bonuses were linked to completing jobs on time, after all. They could be annoyed, because they weren’t afraid. If they were still allowed on the rig, they knew the danger was relatively minimal. Ordinarily, at even the slightest hint of trouble, they were flown inland.
Sirius hadn’t wanted to be upstairs with the others, where worry permeated their stilted conversations. They'd been caught off guard, but Sirius trusted the people making the decision to keep them here. They were his family. In a predictable display of motherliness, Euphemia Potter had already text him. Sirius knew she must have been unimaginably busy, yet she had still found the time to reassure him that whilst it would get windy out here, they would all be safe.
'We'll see you next week xxx'
He read the sign off from her last text again. There was no doubt in it.
On any other given day, Sirius would just be waking up now. However, he'd worked through his normal sleeping hours to assist the rest of the crew with getting the rig prepared for their departure. His eyes burned and his muscles groaned with exhaustion, but Sirius knew he wasn’t likely to get any rest soon, not with the amount of caffeine currently coursing through his system. Resigning himself to being awake for quite a bit longer, he grabbed his e-reader and tucked himself under the sheets.
He’d forgotten about his roommate until the door opened, a long creak echoing through the room. He and Remus worked opposing shifts, so Sirius knew Remus more as a lump under his duvet than as a person. He was a very attractive lump under his duvet, but even Sirius was not shallow enough to believe that constituted knowing a person. Maybe Sirius knew that Remus was an incredible driller, that he was wicked smart and had a cutting sense of humour. He knew Remus always signed the logbook in blue ink amongst all the black, so he could easily find his entries if he needed to. He knew that Remus preferred curly fries to normal chips, and that he always carried a folded paperback in his jacket pocket. There was nothing special about any of that though; you couldn’t live on a rig without learning the basics about somebody, even if you only interacted in brief passing. Besides, Sirius had always been told he was observant.
***
Remus had been falling asleep on rigs for the last seven years. Each rig had its own quirks, and this was an older one that moved more with the waves than the newer designs. It was a nightmare for any of the crew prone to seasickness, but over the last two weeks Remus had come to find comfort in it. Today the rocking felt different though. It felt threatening.
He rolled over onto his left hip, hoping the adjusted position would help bring sleep quicker. The backpack he’d dragged up with him fell forwards onto his feet as he turned. Earlier, having it on his bed and ready to go had made him feel more at ease, but now the weight was just a stark reminder of the fact he should have been bedding down in a hotel somewhere in Aberdeen.
“Will you stop moving? You’re giving me anxiety.”
Remus jolted at the harsh tone of his roommate’s comment, an incredulous snort escaping his nostrils once he'd recovered. "Sure, because being stuck on a floating platform in the middle of ‘the worst storm to reach the UK in 100 years’ is not anxiety inducing either.”
“You heard Mad-Eye,” Sirius sighed, his voice laced with sympathy now. “It’s not going to be as bad as they thought, and everything is shut down. We just need to wait it out.”
“Wait it out,” Remus repeated, passing an irritated puff of air through his nose, He sat up, pulling his sheets tight around him and tucked his legs against his chest. Mad - Eye was their safety officer. Remus was sure Sirius had mentioned the superior due to his reputation for never taking even the smallest of risks. ‘Constant vigilance’, the young roustabouts on board would mock his motto as they repeated a safety check that had been deemed inadequate. However, Remus was no greenie. He was well aware that even if Mad - Eye was concerned, not a flicker of it would be detectable to them.
“Think we should be concerned about that sway?” Sirius asked, swinging his legs off the mattress, letting his feet hit the floor with a thud. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and peered up at Remus.
“Who’s giving who anxiety now?” Remus replied through gritted teeth.
“You’re really worried, huh?”
“Shit. What gave that away?” Remus flopped back against the pillow. “I don’t want to die here. I was just getting my life together.”
Day 15 of a 21 day hitch. They had all been counting down the days until they would get to see their loved ones again. Remus had been looking forward to seeing his Mum. He’d just been mending his relationship with his Dad. Things had been looking up for once.
“Nobody is going to die.” Sirius said it with such certainty that Remus had no choice but to believe him.
***
Sirius was getting restless. He didn’t like waiting for things. Growing up, everything had been waiting. His family had been in the inner circle of a cult, and that meant there were always eyes on Sirius. Waiting for hours, weeks, days. Waiting for his parents to fall asleep so he could sneak down to the kitchens. Waiting to sneak out the house so he could use the mobile his friend James had snuck to him. Waiting for the other cult members to leave their house so he could at least have the illusion of privacy. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. He’d had enough of it for a lifetime.
“They think the worst of it will be over in twenty-four hours.” Remus said. His roommate had stopped spiralling, the intense thrum of anxiety dulled into something less cataclysmic.
“Longest twenty-four hours of my life.”
Remus huffed a laugh. “You were the one who said we just had to wait it out.”
“I believe in the great truth of do as I say, not as I do”
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished,” Remus chuckled, glancing at the photo he’d stuck on the wall next to his bed. “That’s what my mom used to tell me when I would ask how long I had to wait for my tomatoes to grow.” It was a younger version of himself, limbs too long for his pre-growth spurt body, holding a wooden bucket brimming with that year’s first crop of tomatoes. He smiled, knowing that on the other side of the camera stood his mom, greying hair pulled into a messy bun and her work-worn hands covered in dirt.
“Well, fuck nature.”
Remus laughed again, louder now. He rested his head on his arm, the guard rail digging into his skin as he looked down at Sirius. He was tired, but each time his eyes fluttered closed a particularly violent gust of wind shook the rig and woke him.
“Just come down here,” Sirius patted the mattress next to his bed. “You’re going to injure yourself and wouldn’t that look stupid on a medical report.”
***
Remus thought about arguing, but the hesitation only lasted a second, plucking the photograph from the wall before he climbed down.
“You were so cute!” Sirius gasped, pulling the photo from Remus’ hand to look at it closer. “Wait,” his gaze flicked back up to Remus’ face. “Why are you still wearing your work clothes?”
Remus glanced down at himself. Oh. “I guess I forgot,” he shrugged. “I just wanted to get to bed.” He felt grimy now his exhaustion induced delirium was slightly less than it had been when he’d stumbled into the room. The day's work was evidenced on the bright fluorescent material, and he wanted nothing more than for it to be gone.
Sirius blinked at him slowly. “How do you forget - In fact, no, I’m not even going to ask.”
Remus blushed as he gathered his favourite soft plaid trousers and hoodie from the cupboard his possessions resided in. The communal showers were volatile, either blisteringly hot or icy cold, yet Remus longed to stand under the water. There was no way he was risking it though. Visions of his naked self stranded in the shower, unable to evacuate, flashed through his mind. No, clean clothes would suffice. He cleared his throat, steeling himself. “Erm...can you look away? I don’t really like getting changed in front of people.”
Sirius had already shoved the duvet cover over his head before Remus could finish his sentence. “Go ahead,” he said, voice muffled through the material.
Remus smiled as he pulled his work clothes off. Perhaps Tonks had been right about Sirius after all.
***
“Who’s that?” Remus asked, pulling the sleeves of his too-big hoodie over his hands as in climbed onto the bed, pressing himself close to the wall.
“That’s…” Sirius almost started regaling the romantic tale that was James’ and Lily Potter’s relationship, closing his mouth abruptly when he realised Remus wasn’t indicating the more obvious photo of himself and Lily, but rather one that was tucked near the headboard, mostly obscured from view by his pillows.
“Sorry, I was being nosey. You don’t have to tell me,” Remus said, pulling his lower lip between his teeth.
Sirius laughed at that. “Well, you do have a reputation for needing to know everything.”
“I do not,” Remus frowned, obviously affronted.
He might have found the tunnelling stare intimidating once upon a time, but now he lifted an eyebrow, meeting the challenge easily.
“Alright, so maybe I do. But that’s just because I’m a nerd and I like to know how things work. I don’t need you to tell me personal things if you don’t want to,” Remus said, the tips of his cheeks reddening. Sirius was beginning to realise how easy it was to make the blush appear.
“The one you pointed at is me,” Sirius smiled sadly. “This is my little brother.” He leaned back, plucking the photo from the wall and indicated the smaller of the two individuals. Regulus was sat between Sirius’ legs, hands outstretched to grab the book Sirius was holding. He could almost hear Regulus’ protests at the attempt to skip a few pages. It was out of focus, taken on a cheap film camera, but even with that, Sirius loved it.
“You look so similar.”
“We did. I guess we still do. Or would.”
Remus looked at him, his head slightly cocked, his frown a confused mix of curiosity and sympathy. “Is he? When was…”
“Yeah, he’s dead.” Sirius put Remus out of his misery. He’d always found it funny how even the most intelligent people seemed to become bumbling idiots when it came to discussing death. “He was 18.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t kill him,” Sirius shrugged. He’d heard the apology time and time again, and usually he bit back the irritated quip. Something about Remus made him feel comfortable though, the retort slipping through his carefully tuned filter.
Remus looked at him again, quiet just long enough for Sirius to worry he’d caused offence. “It’s just a saying but I know you know that,” Remus said calmly. “You can be an arsehole about these things though. It’s kind of allowed.”
“It’s been a long time, I’m not sure that’s true anymore,” Sirius ran a finger over the photograph.
“I don’t think grief comes with a time limit,” Remus rebutted. “Do you want to talk about him?”
“Not today,” Sirius shook his head, closing his eyes tightly to will away the tears. He turned and stuck the photograph against the wall again, letting his fingers run carefully over the grainy image for a second. “That would involve telling you about my birth family and me running away to the Potter’s and so much stuff I just don’t want to talk about right now. Thanks for asking though.”
“That’s…” Remus paused. “A lot. Of course you don’t have to talk about it. Can I just ask if by ‘The Potter’s’ you mean -”
“James Potter. That crazy engineer you consult with all the time. Yep,” Sirius grinned at the thought of his friend, his brother. “The one and only. And his parents. My parents now.” He waved his hand vaguely. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you one day.”
“I’ll always listen if you want to, but no pressure.”
God, Sirius really did want to kiss this man.
***
“Tell me a secret,” Sirius said, cutting the silence that had fallen between them. At some point Sirius had ended up back under his sheets, Remus was lying down now too, legs curled close to his chest in what should have been an uncomfortable position, but he was prone to contorting himself into weird shapes. It had been commented on before. “Not a big one. Just something I wouldn’t know about you.”
Remus hummed. He felt safe with Sirius, but really, he didn’t know him that well. A thousand secrets ran through his mind, a lifetime of closely guarded thoughts to choose from. “I used to pretend to be a wolf.”
“That’s...interesting,” Sirius chuckled, tipping his head back and releasing a hauntingly accurate wolf imitation, kicking his legs in a child-like fashion. Just like that, Remus began to question whether the suave, aloof impression he had of the man was accurate at all.
“Thought I might as well get the really weird stuff out the way before you decided to like me,” Remus deadpanned.
“Well, if that’s as weird as you get then buckle up sweetie, because boy, oh boy, do I have some stories for you.”
“This is a test. If you pass that then I might let you learn some more,” Remus admitted. He found himself wanting to spill his entire life story, every bit of gritty trauma included, but he’d learned a long time ago, that would be a mistake. Most people couldn’t cope with him.
“I’ll smash it,” Sirius grinned, his features smoothing out into something more serious. “For real though. You don’t ever have to tell me anything, but if you do, I won’t run away. I promise.”
Don’t make promises that you can’t keep, Remus thought. “Thanks,” he said.
“So, the wolf? Is there more to that, or were you just a weird kid?” Sirius teased.
“I was a weird kid,” Remus laughed. “There is a story though. When I was little, I loved wolves, and when I had nightmares, my dad would tell me to pretend I was a wolf and nothing could hurt me. Sometimes we’d lie in my bed and howl until I was laughing too hard to be scared anymore. I never grew out of it. Not really. Sometimes, when I just need a break from things, I just go into my head and imagine my wolf pack and what we’d be getting up to.” He flexed his toes, a phantom pressure building within them whenever he was nervous, or embarrassed, or in this case, both. “See, I told you I’m weird.”
“That’s not weird,” Sirius protested. “I think I’d want to be a dog though. I guess they’re not that different when you think about it, but yeah, a dog that has a nice family and goes on all these adventures and gets spoiled.”
“Padfoot.”
“What?"
“That’d be a good name for you. When you’re a dog.” Remus didn't quite know where it had come from, but he liked the idea of getting to name Sirius' alter ego. He had stolen the idea from him after all, so it was only fair.
“Padfoot,” Sirius nodded. “I like it.”
***
“It’ll be over soon,” Sirius soothed, resisting the urge to tug Remus closer as he felt the other man tense with the latest bout of angry wind. Remus had no such qualms and burrowed himself into the heat of Sirius’ chest.
“You don’t know that.”
The words were distorted against Sirius’ chest, still, he heard them clear enough. Sirius shook his head with a fond exasperation. “I do know that you’re incredibly infuriating.”
“I only speak the truth,” Remus countered.
“Fine, I don’t know that. It’ll take however long it takes, just like those tomatoes of yours and it doesn’t really matter how long that is, because we’re safe. Trust me.”
“And if you’re wrong?”
“Well, I would ask that you wait until we’re not having a near death experience before you shout at me,” Sirius laughed.
Sirius refrained from letting the retort on the tip of his tongue loose, mindful of the fact it would probably just engage Remus in further conversation, and Remus needed to sleep. Dammit, Sirius needed to sleep too. A not - so - small part of him wanted to prod Remus awake, to ask him the myriad of questions Sirius had. What was this? Did Remus want to go on a date? Can I kiss you? Sirius would just have to wait. If he’d learned anything tonight, it was that. Guiltily, he hoped they didn’t wake up to still skies and a return to the normal business of the rig, where this conversation didn’t continue.
“No rush, okay, Mother Nature?” Sirius whispered into the dark. “No rush. We still have things to accomplish.”
James ran his hand up Regulus’ back gently, watching him laugh at his brother as he attempted to fit a Santa hat onto the cat’s head. “Are you nervous?” He asked under his breath.
Regulus smiled and turned to look at him, eyebrow cocked up, “I’m not, but I’m guessing you are since you’re about to tell your best friend you knocked up his baby brother.”
“You make it sound like we’re two teenagers who had a one-night stand.” Regulus laughed, eyes crinkling up at the sides. James was glad to see him in a good mood. The past three months he’d been doing hardly anything except leaning over a toilet as James held his hair back. Remus reappeared at the bottom of the stairs, sighing heavily as he wrapped his arms around Sirius’ chest from behind and kissed his cheek.
“That took a while. Teddy giving you a hard time?” Regulus asked.
“Oh you know, Christmas excitement, too much candy from his Uncles, that sort of thing,” Remus chuckled into his husband’s neck.
“Okay well, now that the child is in bed we can do our presents to each other!” Sirius cheered, kissing his husband quickly before jumping up and sprinting to the tree.
“What are you talking about, the child is still wide awake,” James teased, pointing at his brother-in-law who was shaking a present with his and Remus’ names on it.
“Watch it, you,” Sirius retorted without any bite, bringing the gift over to Remus who had settled himself on the couch across from James and Regulus. “It’s for both of us, Moons. Help me out.”
“I know you don’t actually want my help,” Remus teased, pulling the bow off the box and sticking it to his husband’s hair.
“You’re right, I really don’t,” Sirius grinned broadly, ripping the paper unceremoniously from the package. James slipped his phone out of his pocket, clicking open the camera to start video recording. Regulus laughed silently next to him as Sirius flipped open the lid of the box.
“Oh, it’s so cute!” Sirius squealed, pulling out the little white onesie. Remus’ eyes grew to the size of dinner plates fitting between the onesie and where James and Regulus were sitting like he was watching a tennis match while Sirius turned quickly, snatching the cat off the back of the couch and sitting her on his lap.
“Sirius, what are you-“ Regulus started.
“Minnie look! Look at the cute little shirt,” Sirius cooed at the cat, attempting to fit the onesie over the Santa hat he’d put on the poor animal's head earlier.
“Sirius! It’s not for the cat!” James choked out between fits of laughter as Remus covered his face with his hands, shaking his head at his husband.
“What? It’s not?” Sirius asked, looking up at them in confusion, “Then who is it-” His eyes widened as his mouth dropped open comically before he shrieked and stood up so quickly that Minnie jumped off his lap, looking up at him like he’d mortally offended her.
“You’re an idiot,” Regulus muttered, standing up as Sirius jumped over the coffee table, scooping up his little brother and swinging him around.
“Careful, careful!” James yelled through his tears of laughter, allowing himself to be pulled into a hug by Remus.
“Congratulations, you guys! I’m so happy for you,” Remus said, ruffling James’ hair a bit as he pulled away.
“Are you crying?” Regulus’ voice was muffled in Sirius’ hair. He patted his brother on the back gently, “You can put me down now.”
Sirius laughed and set him down, eyes shining and wet, “Of course I’m crying! Wait, how far along are you? We’ve saved everything from when Teddy was a baby so you don’t have to buy anything! AHH! MY BABY BROTHER IS HAVING A BABY!”
“Shhh! You’ll wake up our child!” Remus chastised him, smacking his arm playfully. He pushed his husband aside and pulled Regulus into a tight hug, “I also kept a lot of things from my pregnancy they’re in really great condition, if you want them.”
“That would be great, thank you, Remus. And I’m fifteen weeks,” Regulus said nervously. They’d wanted to keep it a secret until they’d gotten past the first trimester, but he was worried Sirius would be offended he didn’t know sooner.
“I thought you were wearing baggier clothes than normal! Do you have ultrasound pictures? If you don’t I will be so mad,” Sirius said, kneeling on the floor in front of his brother to look at his stomach. “Hi, baby! This is Uncle Sirius! I’m so excited to meet you!”
“Okay, enough of that,” Regulus laughed, pushing Sirius’ shoulder so he fell over backward onto the floor.
James wrapped his arms around his husband, laying a palm flat on his stomach before resting his chin on his shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “Love you,” he said quietly, watching Remus pull Sirius up off the floor.
Regulus hummed, tilting his head to rest on James’. “Love you more.”
