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Sunday, Potion, Toys; Wolfstar and Jily

It is worldwide known that Sundays are days for relaxing. You stay at home, sleep, eat, read a book or watch a film… Nothing too exhausting or consuming.

There were some people that didn’t always share the same opinion.

That’s why they had ended up… Well, let’s just say that none of them was very awake that Monday at work.

Everything had started with a silly question. Sirius and Remus were at the house as every other Sunday, to do nothing, and nothing where doing. Lily was reading a magazine about potions, James passed behind her and his eye caught some interesting words.

“How could a potion change a physical object?” he asked.

“It doesn’t change the object; it changes how you feel it,” Lily answered.

Remus lifted his head from Sirius's chest, eyebrow raised.

“What are you talking about?”

“This potion would make your toys be so much fun!” James read out loud, then chuckled. “This apothecary is not family friendly.”

“Give me that,” Remus said, extending his arm to steal the magazine from Lily’s hands.

“Merlin, Remus, is your bedroom life so boring? Anything to say, Padfoot?”

At that, Sirius grabbed the cushion he had under his head and threw it to Lily.

“Fuck you, he’s just a pervert.”

“I’m just curious. And pretty sure you can do all of this without potions.”

Lily groaned and James sighed, going to sit in the armrest of the armchair, knowing what was coming.

“That you are awful at potions doesn’t mean potions aren’t good.”

“I’m not saying potions aren’t good,” Remus retorted, changing his position to sit straight, making Sirius roll his eyes. “I’m saying most of the time you can achieve similar effects with other kinds of magic that are usually cheaper. This is a scam.”

“Do you want to try it? Because the shop is just a few blocks away.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m not joking,” Lily stated, crossing her arms. “Potions are one of the most interesting parts of magic, and you hate them because you don’t know how to mix ingredients.”

“I think it’s excessively complex for the results it gives, most of the time.”

“Look, maybe you can alter your toys with other spells, but potions are the most efficient to change the human body.”

“And they’re also far more dangerous.”

“You are biased.”

“And are you going to prove me otherwise by getting a sex-potion?”

“Maybe if you have some fun, you start being more open-minded about it.”

James and Sirius, who had been following the argument between their partners, exchanged glances.

“Let’s do it,” Sirius said, smirking.

“What?”

“Yeah,” James agreed. “Let’s try it.”

And that’s how it started.

On the way to the apothecary and back home, they probably hadn't realised what they were about to do. To be fair, it was not the first time the four of them had some kind of… encounter, but it usually was after a party night, with some alcohol in their bodies, not in the middle of the afternoon, on a Sunday. But along with the potion, they bought some magic candles to… set the mood, as it was said on the box.

“So… I think you have to show us your toys now,” Sirius shrugged, a playful smile on his lips as he was leaning into the door of James and Lily’s bedroom.

The smell of the candles was sweet and alluring, and they could feel how the room grew warmer, the air got thicker, their skin prickled.

“You are not going to see anything you haven’t seen yet, Black.”

Suddenly, the toys were sprawled across the bed. There was a big range of them, but they sorted them until choosing only four of them, one for each.

Next, they put the potion in shot glasses. It had a purple-ish colour, dark and shiny at the same time, and smelled like mint and something unidentifiable. They looked at each other, lips bitten and pupils darkening.

“Let’s see if it’s a scam, then.”

"Research purposes only."

The potion didn’t cloud their minds, but the moment Lily kissed his husband and Sirius grabbed Remus hand, they knew it had worked. There was a fire on their skin that wasn’t there before; it was as if their sense of touch had been magnified and every surface their fingers graced became part of them. It didn’t burn, it didn’t tickle, it was completely different.

They started undressing each other, coming closer so the four of them could feel the other three. Just feel them, but that day, feel was more intense than any other thing in the world. By the time they were naked and lying in the enlarged bed, long gone were the thoughts about potions or spells.

But if the make out and rubbing was on a different level, when they started playing with the toys, it was when something felt out of the real world. They slid inside their bodies like they were part of them; the weight on the mouth was as real as human flesh; it almost seemed like they were acting on their own, even if there were hands moving them and legs pushing.

They were sweating, moaning, salivating. They were lost in the moment; the smells, tastes and sounds. Four bodies intertwined, James grabbing Sirius hair, Remus biting the juncture of Lily’s neck and shoulder, while their hands played a game of brushing. With a long toy in Sirius hands that brought Lily’s fingers to grip James’ back, making the ring he was using to get Remus to melt increase its pressure, and Remus could just sink deeper into his boyfriend’s pelvis.

The night arrived without warning, when the four friends were trying to recover their breaths and their bodies were starting to feel normal again. They fell asleep like that, hugging and feeling gross but elated, after cleaning as much as they could with some quick spells.

The next morning, they felt as if they were having the worst hangover in a long time.

“I knew that potion must have some kind of con,” Remus grumbled when he and Sirius were leaving the house to go to their respective jobs.

“You weren’t so grumpy when that potion made you come like eight times.”

Remus rolled his eyes, even though his cheeks turned pink, and kept walking with his fingers intertwined with Sirius’s.

Inside the house, finishing getting ready for work, James heard his wife chuckling.

“I absolutely win that argument.”

Sundays were for relaxing… and sometimes, they were very weird (and fun) days.

[This and more in my Ao3 new work: 3 Words and a Ship]

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Sirius learning very fast how to drive a motorbike, like it's meant for him. And when he does it, and he feels more free than he ever has, he kind of believes it. That's his thing. He's fast, he can fly and it's better than a broom. Driving, he's the one in control.

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Remus isn't a fan of riding motorbikes, but when Sirius picks him up on his, it becomes his favorite place. He wants to live glued to his boyfriend's back. Sirius is kind of reckless? Yes, but the bike is like an extension of him, and Remus loves it (he doesn't say that out loud)

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Once every 1938828371 years Remus puts on a tight skirt and poor Sirius has no chance of looking nonchalant or anything other than feral you ask her what is 1 plus 1 and she says i need to fuck her

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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Marauders with baby Harry but it's Lily and Sirius playing with him on the toy broom and James and Remus panicking every two seconds

[This is sponsored by how much irge fandom ignores that, canonically, when Harry played with the toy-broom, Lily laughed while James had a panicked look on his face]

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sometimes I come across one of those accs that posts pics of couples etc and I think "I could see half of these on my tl with quotes saying they're Wolfstar lol" and then I realize they're all just pictures of heterosexual-couple-with-tall-man-and-skinny-darkhaired-woman and i'm kind exhausted girls i have to deinfluence myself cause that's not my wolfstar

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Remus, Jealous, Date; Wolfstar

Marcus Bang was a fucking stupid name. Marcus Bang. Come on, it seemed like something out of a joke. Marcus Bang, who appeared out of nowhere in a Mustang. Marcus Bang, who drank White Lady's at pubs. Marcus Bang, whose laugh could be heard from five tables away. But, oh, he had deep dark eyes, white-dyed curly hair, and probably a very good dic-

“If you keep frowning for another minute, it'll stay that way. And frankly, it doesn't suit you.”

Remus looked at Lily and frowned more before sighing.

“Yeah, the hurt-puppy eyes are more of your style,” she said, straight face.

“Why are we still here?”

“Because we are waiting for you to go stop that madness,” Lily said, pointing at her back with her thumb.

“Stop it? Me?” Remus snorted.

“We literally followed them.”

“Both of us know I’m not getting in the middle of that. Maybe Marcus Bang has a gang, and they kill me in an alley.”

“Marcus Bang is going to live up to his surname this night if you don’t go there and tell Sirius that you want to… bang him first. And then, you want him banging you. And you don’t want a Bang in the middle of it.”

Remus covered his face with his hands and shook his head.

“Sirius has said yes to the date,” he said through gritted teeth.

He felt a hand gently grab his wrist, and the next thing he saw were Lily’s green eyes fixed on his.

“Sirius was bored. And he’s stubborn and likes to go against the tide, and you told him that he couldn’t go out with Marcus because it was not appropriate to go out with a client.”

The sound Remus let out was not one to be proud of.

“I panicked.”

Lily hadn’t finished, though.

“You also told him to take care in case Marcus was a gold-digger.”

“I really panicked.”

“You know he knows you are in love with him, right?” her friend said, startling him. He was not used to hearing that out loud. “He’s there with Marcus because instead of saying that, you said Marcus wears too tight pants!”

“Sirius was the one wearing too-tight pants. I collapsed.”

“Remus, come on. He’s having a good time because he’s Sirius, but he literally texted me ten minutes ago saying that he couldn’t see you pouting so much because he was going to kill himself.”

Remus felt his eyes bulge, and he looked at Lily with his mouth half open. Sirius didn’t have to see him pouting!

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I thought: ‘Nah, Remus is going to realise by himself he needs to go stop that date. Just give him one minute' and that minute was another one and another one, and… I’m just exhausted, and I don’t want more Coke. So, please, go. We don’t need a Marcus Bang in the group.”

“Stupid name,” he muttered, but he, finally, got up.

When he reached the table, he saw Sirius's shoulders straightening, but his face remained the same. Marcus, who was in the middle of eating a piece of cheese, smiled.

“Oh, you were… Robert, right? From the garage.”

“Yes. Good memory,” Remus replied, without looking at Marcus. “Sirius…”

…

His mind went blind.

Sirius raised an eyebrow and propped his hand in his fist; he had his elbow on the table.

“Yes, Robert?”

Come on, he could do it. He could tell Sirius he must leave Marcus and go with him, because… Because...

“White Lady's taste awful.”

“You taste awful!”

“God, Marcus, that was even more stupid than your name.”

“Remus!” Sirius exclaimed, but he hadn’t been able to control his laughter.

“Who is Remus?”

He had to start over.

“Sirius, does he make you laugh?”

At those words, Sirius seemed to become more sober. He licked his lips and looked at Remus’s eyes.

“Maybe. Why?”

“He’s… He is fit.”

“Well, thank you, Robert.”

Remus looked at him. He was feeling something deep in his chest, something he hadn’t let himself feel since he heard Marcus ask Sirius on a date the day before at Sirius's work. Something that was like having a stone in his stomach.

“Are you smart, Marcus?”

“I study Biology.”

“Fair enough.”

“Are you asking him for his wealth now?” Sirius intervened. “Still worried about that?”

Remus ignored him, looking at the table, where two glasses rested.

“White Ladys are not even that awful.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

Then, he went back to look at Sirius, and he knew he was pouting again, even if it were only for the light concern in Sirius's eyes.

“Do you want to be here?” he asked. “Because that’s the only thing I care about, Sirius.”

But Sirius was stubborn, as Lily had said. He also deserved better.

“Why?”

Remus felt his heartbeat; it was too fast, and he was starting to sweat. He knew he had to do it. Lily knew it. Sirius knew it.

“I need to say it right in front of Marcus Bang?”

“Less explanation to give him if I left,” Sirius shrugged, but he was smiling, a smile of encouragement.

“Are you leaving?”

“I don’t want him doing the bang thing with you.”

He had to start somehow, right?

“Did you really just say that?”

Yes. Because he never talked about what he felt, because it didn’t matter, because he just wanted the people he loved to be happy, because that’s how it worked. And asking for something, revealing that he wanted something, and it was something as amazing as Sirius...

“I’m scared!” he finally admitted, heart in his throat.

Sirius, then, seemed almost insulted. He got up from the chair and got in front of Remus, where he could look him straight in the eye.

“It’s me!” he shouted, then he sighed, and his next words were more of a whisper. “It’s me, Remus. You are not scared around me. You never are.”

Maybe it was the way Sirius was looking at him, or how his hands had grabbed his, or that what he had said was the plain truth. Whatever it was, it worked, because Remus didn’t have to search for his words anymore.

“I need to know if you want to be here, because if you want, I would just,” he said. “But if you don’t, I would be glad if you came with me instead. To drink wine and eat chocolate bars while we see a film, or to eat fish and chips and then go back to my place, where you would invite yourself inside. And in both scenarios, I would wait until you decided to kiss me, because I’m too cowardly to do it myself.”

It seemed as if everything had felt silent, as if they were alone and not in the middle of a crowded pub. Not Marcus, not Lily. Just Remus and Sirius.

And then… then Sirius did it, and kissed Remus. There, in the middle of his date with another man.

But Remus didn’t care, not at all, because he could, finally, kiss him back.

There was applause, and wolf-whistles, and Marcus Bang leaving without paying (fair enough). But they didn’t notice until a lot of minutes later. They had more important things to focus on, like the feeling of their lips touching, of their mouths getting to know each other, of their hands clenching shirts.

And, to be honest, no one remembered Marcus Bang the rest of the night

[This and more in my Ao3 new work: 3 Words and a Ship]

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Prince Sirius, who is very skilled in fighting, fencing, battle, etc., and Knight Remus, who had to become a knight because his family needed the money, but is absolutely clumsy and has no skills to be a knight. So Sirius has to teach him everything he knows, and in fact it's Sirius who is actually doing the "protect" thing when they go somewhere

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Bath, Note, Candle; Wolfstar

Remus arrived home late, exhausted, his head and joints killing him and sleep falling off his eyelashes. He left the keys in their place and called for his husband, but there was no answer. He left his briefcase on the kitchen table, ready to start looking for Sirius, when his eyes caught a piece of paper stuck to the refrigerator.

“Hi, love

I know you’re hurting, so I’m not letting you pretend to be okay.

You’re home now. Come to the bathroom and relax.

I love you.”

Remus smiled. He couldn’t say his husband didn’t know him well.

When he got closer to the bathroom, the smell of vanilla filled his nostrils. It always managed to make him feel more relaxed. He opened the door. The candle was lit on the shelf next to the sink. It looked new, and judging by how much it had consumed, it must have been on for a while. In front of him, in the bath, was Sirius, his head resting on the edge, his eyes closed, and his hair held in place with a clip on top of his head.

Remus got closer to him and kneeled to be at his high. He ran his hand across the surface of the water; it was still hot. From that close, he could see that Sirius’s breathing was light, so he was not deeply asleep.

“Good night, darling,” he whispered in Sirius's ear.

Sirius reacted to the words with a slight start. He blinked a couple of times until he could focus his eyes on Remus.

“Ey,” he said, his deep voice made Remus's brain start to melt just from hearing him. “Come here.”

“Sorry I’m late,” Remus apologised as he started taking off his clothes.

Sirius stared at him, half-worried because he couldn’t help it, and Remus knew he was grimacing with almost every move, half with that glint that was always in his eyes when he saw Remus naked. It had taken time until he got used to it.

“Don’t be.”

Remus got into the bath, positioning himself in Sirius's arms, his back to his chest, which was firm and wet, and felt like leaning on an animation-like cloud. He groaned as the warm water loosened his muscles, but it was the feeling of Sirius hugging him and kissing his forehead that made his head stop throbbing.

He closed his eyes, and Sirius started rubbing his arms in that way that he knew helped his husband feel better. Remus sighed and let his head fall onto Sirius's shoulder, earning another kiss, this time on the cheek.

Sirius moved his hands to Remus’s shoulders, then to his sides and abdomen. Every spot where his fingers touched became soft after a few seconds; it was almost magic. He had started leaving kisses on Sirius’s chin and neck on return, and his husband smiled. Remus felt he was in heaven.

At some point, they started talking about their day, with long pauses, sighs and more kisses in between. Sirius started massaging Remus’s hips; he whimpered.

“You need to use your cane more often,” Sirius said, his voice light but firm.

“I know…” Remus replied. “I will.”

He was sleepy, and that was the only reason why, when Sirius lowered his hands to his thighs, his body remained almost limp.

“You always say that.”

“And every time I use it a bit more.”

Sirius chuckled, but he let it be. He was now on Remus’s knees and calves, his body bent over his husband to reach the flesh there, and a new position that he used to keep kissing his cheek and shoulder.

When the massage was over, Remus’s body felt like it and the water were the same, and his head didn’t hurt anymore. The water was not as warm by then, but they still were comfortable, their skin pressed together and their lips finding each other every few seconds.

“Thank you,” Remus said one of the times his mouth left Sirius's.

“Mmm, it’s been a very hard task.”

“And what do you want as a reward?”

Sirius smirked, took Remus by the middle and, carefully, he manoeuvred so they turned around in the bath. A splash of water hit the floor. Remus gasped, and Sirius kept smirking.

“You. Always.”

They kissed again, deep and slow, caressing each other with gentle hands that wanted to touch every inch, and stuck together as if they were one. They kissed under the water, rubbed their noses together, shared giggles and loving looks. The water ran cold, Sirius took them out of the bath, and Remus blew out the candle before leaving the bathroom to go to the kitchen to have dinner.

The note remained stuck to the refrigerator door for a long time.

[This and more in my Ao3 new work: 3 Words and a Ship]

[ao3-anonymous]

I just saw an anon come into a gif-maker’s ask box and start with the phrase: “I’m trying not to spam your inbox with reblogs, but” and then go on to say how much they love the gifs.

But I’m still stuck on that opening phrase because…what? I am so confused by how people view interactions on tumblr & AO3 these days. Let me make it very clear for anyone who is unsure:

CREATORS WANT YOU TO INTERACT WITH THEIR WORK.

The limit does not exist on how many of their works you can interact with in a certain period.

If you like every fic they’ve ever written? Then feel free to give them all kudos and even leave a comment on every single one if you feel inclined! If you’re going through someone’s blog and you vibe with every post, like/reblog to your heart’s content!

As long as you’re not expecting something back from them or adding a ton of irrelevant comments, it’s not spam! It’s what this is all about!! I’m not even much of a creator and I still feel a huge sense of pride when I see a ton of notifications in a row from a person, as it clearly shows they thought my blog was worth spending time on.

And if for some reason a creator is annoyed by this (unlikely), they can manage their own experience (turn off notifs, not look at their notes, delete the fic, etc) -- so don’t deprive the majority of creators because of some imagined annoyed person. Fandom is a collaborative effort and we all must participate!

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june prompt 17: nonbinary • @wolfstarmicrofic • word count: 669

Remus fiddles with their pleated skirt, creasing and flattening a couple of folds that had been wrinkled at first but were now even more of a mess since they'd started messing with it. They sigh, tugging on their jumper instead, then scuffing their shoes against the pavement beneath their feet. The bench is growing hard beneath their arse and they're just thinking about walking around when there's a commotion at the entrance of the park: a person with long hair, a leather jacket and boots. Their jeans are so tight Remus can see the definition of their gorgeous thighs from their bench; droolworthy, perfect thighs.

Their heart gives a twist.

Padfoot has been their friend for ages. Online only, of course, given that Remus lives in Wales and Padfoot in Islington, but they've been friends for going on twenty-two years now. As soon as Sirius had a phone that could take photos, they'd begun snapping selfies: Remus isn't sure they've ever seen a more beautiful person in their life.

Sirius looks around, then their eyes alight on Remus, and they perk up from their casual slouch to an excited jog, crossing the distance between them quickly, until they get in speaking distance and falter, broad shoulders coming up to their ears.

They stop just a few paces from the bench, and eyes made of liquid silver roll over them, taking in their knobby knees, the brown plaid pleated skirt, the brown jumper, and falter on their face. At first, they wonder if it's repulsion, but then Sirius flushes, cheeks coloring.

It's the first time Sirius will have seen them. Sure, they both started talking before they'd come out—before they both realized that their preferred gender was neither man, nor woman, but something else entirely. Back when Sirius used to laugh and dream of an escape, back when Remus longed to be worthy.

Hesitantly, they ask, "Moony?" and shove their long, gorgeous hands deep into their pockets, exposing their shyness for what it is.

Remus stands, fixing their skirt and awkward wave. They'd told themself they wouldn't smile widely so as not to expose their wonky teeth, but this is their oldest friend. They can't help it, lips curling into a smile, heart thudding in their chest, pulse roaring in their ears. Sirius is taller than Remus, but more buff, with more padding around the middle compared to how stick thin and inefficient Remus is. They glow brighter than their namesake, and their hair is long; wavy and thick past their shoulders and cascading down their back. This is who they've been in love with for half their life?

Part of them wants to flee, to apologize and say they misunderstood, but Sirius is looking at them with so much hope, so much feeling, that they can't deny their oldest friend.

"Padfoot," Remus confirms, and spreads their arms out: Sirius gapes, then launches themself into them. Remus' arms have always been long and awkward, elbows and wonky joints, but when they hug Sirius, they don't feel awkward. It doens't feel like the first time they've met, but a lifetime of missing someone they've always known. They sink into Sirius' embrace and tuck their face against their shoulder, and breathe them in.

Sirius smells like a crisp summer breeze, a tad bit of gasoline, perhaps a bit of cigarette smoke, but all of that is dwarfed by the warm chicory mixed with sandalwood that must be their cologne.

"I can't believe this is happening," Sirius murmurs, squeezing Remus hard, holding them with firm, steady hands against their lower back. "You're gorgeous, you know?"

Everything in Remus wants to reject it, but that's the thing: the only one who has never lied to them is Sirius. The only one who they've ever come out to is Sirius. The only one who knows everything, who has been there every step of the way, is Sirius.

For once in their life, they're not hiding. For once in their life, they feel at home.

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Thinking about little Teddy asking Remus not to leave the house the full moon nights cause he only knows that his father always comes back so exhausted and sad and spents a whole day in his bedroom.

Remus, before leaving, kneels and tells him: "It's okay, tomorrow I'll be in bed, and then you can help make breakfast! And we can eat here together! Some times I help you, other times you help me. Like a pack. We're a pack."

And little Teddy repeating "We're a pack" feeling reasured, even if he still wants his father staying home.

Then they bump fists and Remus doesn't stop smiling until his out of the door.

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Sirius and James would do the trend of breaking an egg with their biceps and Lily and Remus would be so annoyed (and kind of turned on) cause they actually manage to do it

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Then we have the HP gen with Harry and Ron arguing about if it's that hard, but they don't want to try to not embarras themselves, and then Ginny enters the kitchen and just do it, like... in a second (Ron is so annoyed, Harry is too turned on)

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Sirius and James would do the trend of breaking an egg with their biceps and Lily and Remus would be so annoyed (and kind of turned on) cause they actually manage to do it

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Truth or Dare; Wolfstar

James and Lily had started dating, and there was one thing they couldn’t understand: How the fuck they had done it before Remus and Sirius when they had been clearly in love for years. It was so annoying being around them, pining for each other without acting on it, that they knew they had to do something.

To be fair, in the last few months, they had been behaving differently, less scared, maybe. Before, when after the full moons, Remus returned to the dorm, Sirius would linger on the edge of the bed; now, he spent almost all day lying next to him. Remus had always seemed kind of scared of touching Sirius, and now he would caress his scalp when he was studying, and his friend had his head on his lap, after giving up on pretending to study too. There were times when they were laughing, faces closer than usual and a sound that was almost a giggle. And when they talked to each other, and they thought no one was near, their voices were softer, and they didn’t avert each other’s gazes when they were so obviously looking at each other with heart-eyes.

So, they just needed a little push. And one of Gryffindor’s post-match parties was the perfect occasion.

They convinced them—or rather, they convinced Remus, because Sirius didn't need convincing—to play truth or dare. They were playing with a watered-down version of veritaserum, and Remus’s was adulterated for the sake of his furry little problem not being discovered. The game started as usual, with some stupid dares being played, a couple of embarrassing truths being shared… James and Lily didn’t care about it that much; they were a couple on a mission.

Finally, Sirius's turn arrived and, by the rules, he had to choose truth.

“Okay,” James said, smirking. Sirius usually didn’t fear his best friend, but there was something in his eyes that made him frown. “Sirius, my dearest friend, the question I have for you today is: are you in love with someone who is playing this game?”

The potion they were using wasn’t as strong as the original, so Sirius didn’t answer immediately; he had enough time to panic, feel his mouth opening, trying—and failing—to fight his gaze so it didn’t turn to Remus, and accept his destiny.

“Yes.” The word finally left his mouth.

There were some whistles, giggling and even a gasp or two, but Sirius didn’t care, not when he could see Remus inhaling deep and being unable to look away. Sirius hadn’t said it out loud before, even if he was sure James knew he was head over heels for their other friend, but the last few months… he was sure it was pretty obvious for everyone, too. That included Remus.

Just… Remus would believe Sirius fancied Slughorn before thinking that all the nights laughing in bed with their pinkies intertwined meant that Sirius wanted him. That’s why, after answering the question, he didn’t look away either, and smiled, a sincere and fond smile, which managed to make Remus blush.

“So… who’s next?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

The game continued, and two truths later, it was Remus’s turn.

“I know I have to choose dare,” he said, rolling his eyes, but a small smile could still be seen on his lips.

The year before, hearing Sirius say he was in love with someone would have broken his heart. But not that year, not when a glimmer of hope had been born from the moment he fell asleep on the train to Hogwarts with his head resting on Sirius's shoulder, and woke up with his friend stroking the back of his neck. A hope that had grown bigger and bigger every day.

And then, after saying he was in love with someone there, Sirius had smiled at him. And Remus was insecure and afraid of a lot of things, but he was in love and, for the first time in his life, he thought it could be okay.

So he was happy and ready to do whatever Lily wanted him to do. Enchant a statue? Perfect. Doing an impression of Dumbledore? Ready. Sing a song and make it sound everywhere in the castle? He had done worse.

“I dare you to kiss the person who you think has the most beautiful eyes in this room.”

Oh. That.

Okay, one thing was letting himself believe his best friend could be kind of in love with him, and other was kissing him in front of all his friends and admitting something as cheesy as that his grey eyes were the most beautiful thing, not only eyes, he had ever seen.

He had been dared to do it… in a game of truth or dare. He could kiss Lily; she had amazing eyes, and it would be just a stupid peck that they would forget the next day. But... Sirius was now looking at him, trying to hide a smirk, meanwhile his teeth bit into his lower lip—a gesture that after so many years, he had started to recognise as anticipation, before a prank or… a kiss, it seemed.

So Remus took a deep breath, looked at Lily, and nodded. With his hands shaking a little and his heart hammering in his chest, he got up and approached Sirius Black, with his grey eyes, stupid messy bun, and broad shoulders. The object of all his dreams. His best friend. The boy whose pupils lighted when Remus kneeled in front of him.

Under the amused gaze of their friends and classmates, Remus placed his hand on Sirius’s cheek. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do.

Sirius tried to seem calm, but with every inch that Remus got closer, it got harder. His heart had skipped a beat when he heard Lily’s dare, and he hadn’t had time to overthink before Remus moved towards him. And now he was there, grabbing his face and leaning in… to kiss him.

It seemed like slow motion, but finally their lips touched.

They didn’t hear the wolf-whistles, nor the applause: they were focused solely on the moment, their moment; with Sirius kissing Remus back and running his fingers through his hair, with Remus getting more confident and opening his lips.

They tasted sweet and felt soft, and they could feel the heat of blushing creeping up their necks and faces, but not in a shy way, more like the blush you get when you’re too excited. Because their mouths now knew each other, and the rhythm of their breathing was irregular in equal parts; because Sirius was opening a door to a different facet of Remus’s behaviour, and Remus was exploring an unknown, gentle version of Sirius's touch.

A fire ran through their bodies, and they knew they had to stop the kiss before getting too ahead of themselves. So that they did, reluctantly, and pressing their foreheads together for a second before separating. They laughed together when their eyes met again, and Sirius left a peck on the corner of Remus’s mouth.

When Remus returned to his spot on the floor, the smiles on their friends' faces were impossible to ignore.

“You can go now, we can continue without you,” James said, winking.

They looked at each other again, two big smiles on their faces that they couldn’t hide. Next second, they were on their feet. They had a lot of talking to do… and kissing, too.

[This and more in my Ao3 new work: 3 Words and a Ship]