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Snickerdoddles
summary : You pull the tray from the oven, only to find your famous snickerdoodles burnt, and the disappointment hits hard. Sirius and Remus comfort you, with Lily and James joining in to help remake the cookies amidst laughter and flour‑covered chaos.
a/n : A special thanks @dabookwriterlover for requesting this!!
The Hufflepuff common room smelled faintly of cinnamon and sugar, the kind of warm scent that usually meant your famous snickerdoodles were about to make everyone’s evening. Sirius had been hyping them up all week, swearing they were “better than any feast Hogwarts has ever seen.” Remus, quieter but no less eager, had already set aside a book to enjoy them with tea.
James and Lily had tagged along too — James mostly to tease Sirius about his sweet tooth, Lily because she genuinely loved your baking and wanted to see you in your element.
You’d been humming as you worked, wand flicking to measure flour, butter softening by the fire. Everything felt perfect until the oven timer rang. You pulled the tray out, and your heart sank.
The cookies were blackened, edges charred, the cinnamon sugar crust bitter instead of sweet.
Sirius froze mid-step, eyes widening. “Oh.”
James whistled low. “That’s… bold.”
You bit your lip, throat tightening. All the excitement drained out of you in a rush. “I ruined them,” you whispered, voice cracking. “I ruined the one thing I’m actually good at.”
Remus was beside you instantly, steady hand on your shoulder. “Hey. Don’t say that.”
But tears were already spilling. You’d wanted this to be perfect — a cozy night with your friends, something warm and safe. Instead, you felt like you’d let them down.
Sirius gently took the tray from your hands before you could throw it away. “They’re not ruined. They’re… crunchy. A new genre of biscuit.” His grin was ridiculous, but his tone was soft, coaxing.
Lily stepped forward, brushing flour off your cheek. “Love, everyone burns a batch sometimes. It doesn’t erase all the times you’ve made magic in this kitchen.”
James leaned against the counter, trying to lighten the mood. “Besides, Sirius would eat them anyway. He’s eaten worse.”
“Oi!” Sirius protested, but his eyes stayed on you, worried.
You shook your head, voice trembling. “You were all looking forward to them. I ruined it.”
Remus pulled you into his chest, arms warm and grounding. “We were looking forward to you. The cookies were just a bonus.”
Sirius wrapped around the other side, squeezing you between them. “And now we get to make them together. Round two.”
The kitchen turned into chaos. Sirius insisted on cracking eggs with one hand and got shell everywhere. James tried to charm the flour bag open and ended up dusting the entire room. Lily laughed so hard she nearly dropped the sugar jar.
Remus, ever the careful one, measured ingredients properly, guiding your hands when they shook. “See? Perfect. You’ve got this.”
You sniffled, but the warmth of their laughter started to melt the embarrassment. Sirius flicked flour at you, and you retaliated with a spoonful of sugar. James joined in, and soon Lily was shrieking as Sirius chased her with a cinnamon stick like a wand.
By the time the second tray went into the oven, your cheeks hurt from smiling.
When the timer dinged again, you held your breath. Remus pulled the tray out — golden brown, soft, perfect. The smell was heavenly.
Sirius bit into one and groaned dramatically. “Merlin, marry me.”
James grabbed two at once. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted. Don’t tell my mum.”
Lily hugged you tight. “See? You did it. And we got to make a memory along the way.”
Later, the five of you piled into the common room. Sirius had nicked a projector charm from Muggle Studies, so the wall flickered with a film Lily had chosen — something cozy and romantic.
You curled against Remus, Sirius sprawled across both of you, crumbs everywhere. James and Lily sat tangled together on the rug, whispering jokes.
The burnt batch was forgotten, replaced with laughter, sweetness, and the kind of comfort only found in friends who refused to let you fall apart alone.
Sirius reached for another cookie, mouth full as he mumbled, “Best night ever.”
Remus kissed your temple. “Because of you.”
And for the first time all evening, you believed it.
Everyone's spread comfortably in the living room after finishing diner, the fire crackling.
James' nana makes a deep breathing sound, like she has fallen asleep, but when Remus turns to look, he sees that her eyes are still open, and she's idly flipping through the daily prophet. She keeps making that noise. He turns his head back, and Sirius beside him is already waiting to catch his eyes and exchange a bitten-back smile.
He leans closer and whispers into remus' ear, "I bet you'll be like that too, when you get old."
Remus never really thinks about getting old, but now that he's imagining it, Sirius is still right there by his side.
When they were young, Remus would often wake up to find Sirius still in his arms after a nightmare he had. His eyes always puffy from tears, he'd be curled up against his chest, finally breathing peacefully, and Remus would feel sick from all the feelings swirling inside him. Overwhelmed by pounding affection, by pride that he can make his friend feel so safe and comforted. And quietly, but undoubtedly crushed by guilt, for the inappropriate instinct that would always crawl through him in these moments.
Nowadays, it's only expected that Sirius will be intertwined with him under the blanket, and he cherishes this part of the morning more than anything else in the world. When he wakes up from the sweet sound of Sirius' steady breaths, and he gets to press countless soft little kisses to every part of his beloved's face, then revel in the sleepy chuckle against his lips.
Hi! could we maybe have some domestic wolfstar that’s just pure fluff? you don’t have to do this ask just wondering!!
hi! (this took me a long time to answer, sorry about that) here are some long wolfstar fluff thoughts to make up for it eheh.
•Remus sort of digs Sirius’ post-Azkaban beard. Especially after he helps him groom it. They are, slowly getting to know each other again, slowly allowing each other to touch. Going for walks in parks, sitting on quiet benches. Sirius notices that sometimes when they cuddle, Remus absentmindedly strokes his beard. He loves it. One day they’re having a quiet picnic in a little field. Sirius rests his head on Remus’ lap while Remus idly plays with the grass.
Remus plucks a tiny flower and tucks it into Sirius’ beard.
“How does it look?” Sirius asks.
Remus adds another. Then two more. He smiles softly.
“Like the prettiest person in the whole world.”
Sirius laughs and Remus laughs with him. Laughter has finally returned to their little world and they both know, in that moment, that they are healing.
• When Remus gets really into a book series, he will stay up ridiculously late just to finish it. Sometimes Sirius wakes in the middle of the night and finds Remus still sitting up with his little reading light clipped to his forehead.
Remus mutters frustrated sighs or quiet happy squeals, or whispers some dramatic commentary to absolutely no one.
“No way. No way he just did that,” Remus says talking to the wall.
Sirius just watches him with a smile.
Sometimes he asks, “Do you want to tell me about it?” even though he hasn’t read a single page.
If Remus is in the mood, he’ll ramble passionately about plot twists for ten minutes straight.
Other times Remus just leans down, kisses Sirius on the forehead and then on the mouth and whispers, “Sleep, my love. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.” and Sirius knows he will (he can’t wait!)
• Sometimes Sirius gets this sudden rush where he simply has to kiss his boyfriend, all over. Remus calls it a love frenzy. Sirius will randomly tackle him onto the sofa or bed, arms everywhere, completely octopusing around him and covering his face with kisses. cheeks, brow, chin, jaw tiny kisses all over his face.
“Pads” Remus pretends to protest for about two seconds before he’s laughing helplessly, grinning ear to ear while Sirius continues his kiss attack. and honestly Remus has never been happier to be completely devoured.
• When Remus has a bad pain day, Sirius doesn’t fuss about it.
He just starts rearranging things quietly. A chair appears where Remus usually stands. The kettle is already boiling. The book Remus was looking for somehow ends up right beside him. The hot water bottle is already filled and next to the ergonomic pillow on the couch.
• If either of them wakes up first and notices the other has drifted too far away in their sleep, they immediately pull them back. Until they’re pressed together again, tangled up like they’re trying to fuse into one person.
God forbid there’s even an inch of space between them when they are in bed.
also bonus:
Them raising a little daughter… play time sitting cross legged on the living room floor, knees almost touching, surrounded by a very serious tea party arrangement. Tiny porcelain cups. One stuffed dragon wearing a crooked napkin. Their daughter pours the imaginary tea with great concentration.
“Daddy, you’re holding your cup wrong.”
Sirius blinks. “There’s a wrong way?”
“Yes,” she says deeply unimpressed. “You’re embarrassing us in front of Mr. Flapkins.”
Sirius immediately adjusts his grip. “Apologies, Mr. Flapkins.”
Remus snickers and she immediately turns to him.
“Papa, don’t laugh. This is a formal event.”
“Of course,” Remus says solemnly. Sirius pokes his tongue out just to make Remus laugh even more.
can you give more thoughts on bratty sub Sirius and soft dom Remus pls?
Hi anon! Sorry it took me a few days to respond to this, I have been thinking about them since this post! and boy i have so many thoughts! be prepared lol!
~ soft dom remus who never raises his voice because he doesn’t have to. it’s in the way he tilts sirius’s chin up with two fingers, the quiet “look at me, my precious,” that undoes sirius completely.
and bratty sub sirius who is needy! all bite and challenge because he wants to be seen, handled, completely adored. he pushes because he knows remus will catch him every time.
~ sirius loves his collar so much, remus made it especially for him. engraved “moony’s” (in sirius’ favorite font of course.) But he will pout if remus asks him to put it on his own, because even though he loves his collar, he loves it even more when remus puts it on for him. he feels owned.
“if you want me so bad, why don’t you put it on me yourself, Master?”
and of course remus will oblige, (because sirius has him wrapped around his finger) “you are so cute when you try to be defiant my precious.” remus will say putting it around his sub’s neck, tightening it...not enough to hurt, just enough for sirius to feel the sting, to promise the impending punishment, they both know remus is going to kiss and lick every bruise he leaves on sirius body after. (this is part of this microfic)
~sirius talks back because he wants remus to make him shut up. In the sweetest way. and Remus never disappoints.
sirius: “what if i don’t behave?”
remus only smiles softly “then i’ll just have to remind you how good you can be for me”
The way Sirius melts.
~one minute remus calls sirius cute and precious, wanting to protect him but then the next minute he is pinning sirius down and fucking him over and over all while there's sirius making a mess on the sheets and between his thighs.
~remus who likes to talk to sirius through his orgasms “that’s it, breathe, good boy.” and sirius who gets off on it, who goes quiet except for gasping breaths, whining Remus' name, and begging so cutely to just "make me yours, master"
~sirius teases in public just to get remus’s attention. remus doesn’t scold...he simply leans close and murmurs, “you really want me to call you my good boy right here, do you? think you can handle it precious” sirius shuts up immediately.
~remus who puts the Dom in domestic: He will absolutely wreck sirius, leave him trembling with pleasure, feeling dirty and depraved moaning remus' name, blissfully fucked out. but afterwards, he would also have a soothing bath ready for Sirius with warm towels, helps him clean up and carry him to a freshly made bed, he would put on music while he makes something for the both of them in the kitchen.
~and remus is aftercare king, he would have sirius sprawled on his chest, half-asleep, collar askew, being fed strawberries while remus hums his favorite song... something soft. giving soft praises like "you did so well, love.. always so precious to me" and sirius loves to listen to remus voice mixing with his heart beat.
~remus keeps a whole aftercare box... their favorite chocolates, water bottles, a healing salve, and sirius’s favorite hoodie (which is technically his). sirius calls it “the moony kit.”
~ remus soothes the leftover marks he had given.. gently asking “nothing that hurts, right?” even though he already knows sirius’s limits better than sirius does.
~and sometimes when they are cuddled on the couch afterwards, remus making sure sirius is comfortably spoiled occasionally mumbling, “you’re too good to me.” and remus just smiles and says, “someone has to be.”
~when sirius experiences a sub drop (maybe remus said his real name in the midst of the heat) and now he is all vulnerable, teary mid-aftercare, overwhelmed and loved to bits and the second it happens remus notices and kisses his temple “you’re safe, darling. you’re mine, and you’re safe.” which only makes sirius cry harder.
when sirius mutters, “I messed up, didn’t I?”, remus just shakes his head, presses a kiss to his temple. “No, love. You gave me everything I asked for. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just said the wrong word, that’s on me."
when the tears still wont stop remus just holds him, keeps a steady hand in his hair whispering “You’re not in trouble, my precious. You could never be.”
~and at last, Sirius takes care of his sweet soft gentle dom too ... slow caresses to his chest, grounding touch, gentle laughter. sirius always insists on rubbing lotion into remus’s hands because “you do too much, moony. let me.” pressing a kiss to each finger.
In the house of Black-and-Lupin it had become a habit over the years that Remus was the one awake first on Sundays, while Sirius slept until at least eleven.
Usually, he would play with his husband’s hair, watching the peaceful expression on his face, and his shallow breath, planting a few kisses here and there until Sirius eventually woke up.
When Remus’ eyes fluttered open on a cool October morning, he missed the warmth of Sirius’ body next to his own. Confused, he opened his lids completely, searching the room. The curtains were still shut, and Sirius’ side of the bed was still somewhat warm. One look at his alarm clock informed him that it was only 8am.
A sense of unease crept over Remus. Maybe something had happened. Maybe Sirius was hunched over the toiled, throwing up, or James had called with an emergency. But then why hadn’t he woken up Remus?
As quickly as he could in his doozy state, Remus pushed back the red blanket and slid into the slippers next to the bed and hurried down the stairs, leading into the living room. Before he could say or do anything, his ears registered quiet music coming from the kitchen.
Slowly, he opened the door to find an unbelievable scene.
Sirius, in an apron Remus didn’t even know they had, the teakettle on the stove, broken eggshells on the cuttingboard, a measuring cup lying beside them. It was a mess.
“Sirius?” Remus’ voice was still hoarse with sleepiness. “What are you doing?”
Eyes blown wide, the raven-haired man spun around on his heel, a spatula clattering on the floor behind him. “Moony! I thought you were asleep.”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” Remus murmured, trying to get a look at what was happening behind Sirius’ back.
Slightly panicked, Sirius walked toward him, pushing him back toward the door. “Just go back to bed, I got it all under control.”
Leaving his position was Sirius' big mistake, since it gave Remus a free look at a frying pan with - what he guessed to be an attempt at - an omelette? “Are you trying to make me breakfast?”
Sirius stopped before him, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Yes,” he admitted. “I wanted to make you a cozy breakfast in bed, but I can only do that if you’re in bed.”
Remus felt his heart melt a little inside his chest. This man would always find new ways to make Remus fall more and more in love with him. Even if he knew that he would be the one that would have to clean up the kitchen afterwards. “Mon étoile, you don’t have to do that. Why are you even awake yet?”
“I just woke up.” Oh no… there were the puppy eyes again. “And then I saw that you were asleep and I wanted to do something special for you.”
Carefully, Remus took Sirius’ hands into his own. “Love, I really appreciate the gesture, and I love you for trying,” he said calmly, a gentle smile tugging on his lips. “But we both know that you cooking never ends well.”
Sirius sighed, and nodded slightly. “I know. I was just so excited for the opportunity.”
Disappointment gleamed in the stormy blue of his eyes. Remus couldn’t have that.
“Okay, here’s a suggestion: Once a month, I will pretend to be still asleep when you wake up, and then you can bring me a book and some tea and we’ll have a slow morning in bed together. How does that sound?”
Sirius bit his lip, but Remus saw the excited grin he was trying to hide. “Sounds good,” Sirius agreed.
“Perfect.”
With a warm smile, and an even warmer feeling in his chest, Remus leaned down to press a soft kiss on Sirius’ lips. “Now, help me clean up so I can make us some proper breakfast?”
