Wolfstar Secret Santa Exchange 2019!

POSTING ENDS: 31ST DEC (11.59PM EST)

[sapphoslibrary]

a last minute @wolfstar-secret-santa gift for @wolfstarbaby! mwpp era, some fluff, a little bed sharing! sorry the mutual pining didn't happen, i'm apparently incapable of writing stuff like that, who knew. hope you like it!

Something’s been off with Sirius since the term started. He’s shaky, moving carefully like one wrong move could knock him down. His skin is ghost white like all the blood’s been drained from it.

Remus knows Sirius is sick and too stubborn to admit it. But he also knows how frustrated Sirius gets when he’s badgered with questions about his well-being, so Remus lets it go.

That is, until, Sirius falls asleep at lunch. His head falls onto Remus’s shoulder, dark hair obscuring his face. Remus wraps an arm around Sirius to keep him steady.

“C’mon, sleepy ass,” Remus says gently, nudging Sirius. “Let’s get you to the dorm, yeah?”

Sirius hums in response. Remus stands, pulling Sirius up with him, and they begin their slow, careful walk to the dormitory.

Too many flights of stairs later, Remus sets Sirius down on the bed and sits beside him. “What’s up with you, Pads? You’ve been off since—“

“What do you mean, off? I’m fine,” Sirius interrupts, affronted. He’s not fine.

Remus rolls his eyes, reaching his other hand up to feel Sirius’s forehead. Sirius tries, ineffectually, to bat his hand away.

“Your head wouldn’t be burning my hand if you were fine. Why haven’t you told anyone about this?” Remus asks gently.

“There’s nothing to tell. I’m fine,” Sirius insists.

“Sure you are. Tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”

“Nothing’s wrong!” Sirius snaps. He stands up fast, too fast. His head spins, his stomach lurches, and he falls back down onto the bed with a groan. His hands are practically glued to his abdomen.

Remus catches the movements. His brow furrows in worry, jaw clenching with the desire to help. “You’re hurt.”

“... yeah,” Sirius confirms meekly. His voice is pitchy and wobbly, uncertain.

“Take your shirt off and lie down. Please.”

He nudged Sirius’s shoulder back gently. Sirius obeys, carefully pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the side and lying back on the bed.

When Remus sees what’s been hidden by Sirius’s shirt, he feels sick.

Sirius’s whole side is red and inflamed, a patch of— silver duct tape covering his abdomen. “God, what did you do to yourself?”

“I didn’t do it. Fuckin’ Bella did it,” Sirius slurs, only now letting pain show on his face.

Remus bites his lip. “Sirius, this… this is gonna have to come off,” he says, feeling almost dizzy himself. His own side twinges in phantom pain at the thought of pulling this off.

“I got it,” Sirius says, and before Remus can stop him, rips the sheet of tape off. He hisses in pain, head flying back against the pillow. Remus looks away.

“You didn’t have to do that, I could’ve… used magic, made it easier,” Remus whispers. Sirius just shrugs.

“Already done. Can you… fix this shit?”

Remus does, carefully cleaning and bandaging the stab wound. How Sirius has been walking around, acting normal with this… Remus will never figure it out. His boyfriend is crazy.

When it’s finally done, Sirius sinks back into the bed, eyes closed and face pale. Remus takes his hand.

“I need you to take care of yourself, Sirius,” he says gently, but seriously.

“Well, I…” Sirius starts, sounding like he’s about to land an exceptionally sarcastic comment, but instead says, “need you to hold me.”

Remus smiles, shaking his head. “Then scoot over,” he says, carefully moving Sirius just enough to give him room to lie down next to him.

Remus wraps his arms around his love, pressing a quick kiss to his neck. Sirius melts into the embrace, one hand coming up to hold Remus’s arm, silently begging him to keep it there. Remus does, glad that, finally, Sirius can rest.

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bravery and other obscenities

my @wolfstar-secret-santa gift for @smartass-mee, hope you like it!!

Remus was going to be late for class.

Admittedly, so was Sirius, but this was both less rare and less consequential. All a professor had to do was glance at Sirius’ smile and his last name on the roster before suddenly their stack of detention slips was mysteriously missing and it was ‘Well, I suppose it won’t happen again, will it?’ even though it had happened before and all involved and observing parties knew it most certainly would happen again.

Remus, on the other hand, would be scrubbing cauldrons until the house elves began to make breakfast the next morning.

All because Sirius had insisted on going the long way, through the left wing, for no reason apparent to Remus.

He wasn’t as mad about it as he would have liked to be though.

Honest, he kept trying to be mad, because his education was important, as was his time, and he wanted to care about lecture even if some things (like the odd fullness in his chest and the every movement Sirius’ thumb made against the back of Remus’ hand) loomed larger in his mind.

It was new, so new, and yet it felt ancient. It felt like Remus had had Sirius’ heart forever, probably because, if he’s honest with himself, Sirius had had Remus’ heart forever, long before their fumbled confessions and kisses in the pumpkin patch the month before.

So when Sirius took the long way, Remus followed.

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[aimforthedogstar]

To @averysiriuschromie,

I want to start off with a massive apology. I’m your Wolfstar secret Santa. This has been long overdue but stuff got in the way and I couldn’t post it on time.

I sincerely hope you’ve had awesome holidays and I wish you all the best wishes for the new year.

Also, I loved the prompts but this is a mess so I’m sorry again.

@wolfstar-secret-santa

Summary: The washer’s broken and Sirius takes matters into his own hands, quite literally...

“This is a new level of moronic, even for you!” Remus exclaimed the minute he walked in their bathroom and took in the scene in front of him. To put it simply, it looked like a very soapy tsunami had crashed into their bathroom.

“The washer’s broken,” Sirius replied indignantly, turning around to face Remus only for a second before focusing back on his original task. Although the effect was lost what with his hands and hair covered in suds and the front of his clothes were drenched.

Pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, Remus just breathed. Because he knew that it was illegal to strangle his boyfriend no matter how much the urge threatened to consume him.

After several deep breaths, he began in a tone imbued with such patience Remus was honestly shocked he was capable of it for a moment, “And you thought it’d be a good idea to wash our clothes in a bathtub? You don’t even know how to hand wash clothes! Hell, you didn’t even know how to use the washer in the beginning.”

Waving his hands as if to simply dismiss the claim, which promptly caused more bubbles to float around in tandem with his arms and settle around his boyfriend, “First of all, I didn’t know how to use a washer because I never had to and second of all, I figured, ‘How hard could it be to use my hands’”

“Of course that’s what you figured. Sirius, you’ve used way too much detergent. The tub’s overflowing and I’m pretty sure one of us will manage to slip on that floor,” Remus began to list all the problems he could see around him. “You’re not even using a scrub. It’s not as simple as drenching the clothes in soapy water.”

Turning around swiftly, Sirius did manage to slip a little but didn’t lose the unimpressed look on his face all the same, meanwhile Remus’ heart jumped into his throat for a moment there.

“I know it’s not that simple, I admit I may have misjudged the soap content and the water to detergent ratio but I know what I’ve done so far and have a good idea how to proceed,” Sirius said.

“What you’ve managed to create is a mess. A mess that you will clean up by the way,” Remus insisted.

Kneeling back down he smiled a dazzling smile, Sirius replied quite sweetly, “Course I will.”

Remus just hummed in response with a look in his eyes that said ‘I’ll believe it when I see it.’

With that he promptly turned away from their bathroom just swallowing today’s variety of eccentricities of his boyfriend and made his way to get changed out of his day clothes.

Once changed into a pair of comfortable pajamas, Remus made his way out of their bedroom to the closet near the entrance to gather some rag towels to mop up the extra water. He was doing so because he knew Sirius, hence, he knew that Sirius hated cleaning up and since that was the only bathroom in their flat, Remus had no intention of becoming injured in the night just because his boyfriend was a moron.

“What in the world possessed you to do this?” Remus inquired as he made his way back to the bathroom and began mopping the water on the floor.

Sirius sighed as he was in the middle of wringing some piece of cloth that Remus currently couldn’t recognise, “I wanted to wear my favourite t-shirt tomorrow for the dinner with your parents. But it was dirty and the washer’s out, so I figured I’d wash it. And since I was doing one,” shrugging, “I thought to do all of ‘em.”

“I’m honestly afraid to ask how you intend to dry them,” Remus said as he stood back up, satisfied with getting the tiled floor somewhat clean. “We haven’t had the sun out in days.”

“Meh,” Sirius shrugged. That was that.

“Well, once you’re done and cleaned, come join me for dinner.” Remus uttered as his made his way out.

Remus thought it was funny how coming home to find such scenarios in his home was such a normal occurrence that he no longer batted an eye. Life was never dull with a boyfriend such as Sirius Black, not even the pleasures of simple domesticity.

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WILD

hello @marauders-mess, i’m your secret santa!!!!! :) first of all i’m so sorry for the delay, there was some miscommunication between @wolfstar-secret-santa and i so i started writing really late; and i’ve just started my full time internship recently so i’m really busy. nevertheless i spent a while thinking of what to write and decided to go with prompt no.2 (they meet in a LGBTQ+ friendly environment, one of them is trans/nonbinary), although i haven’t really introduced the second bit yet!! i thought the song WILD by troye sivan would work really well alongside this fic and i’ve been wanting to write a fic following his blue neighbourhood series (check it out on youtube, it’s so heartbreaking) so i think i’ll do just that :)) this is my take on blue neighbourhood, and my first time writing a chaptered fic (totally ignoring that time i attempted a dramione fic and gave up bc i couldn’t resolve a plot loophole hah also i was like 13 when i wrote it so), i hope you enjoy chapter 1!!!

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“Ah, bollocks,” a deep voice cursed amidst the sudden blast of the loud music from the club as the back door opened. Remus startled and instinctively stepped further away from the door, turning to face the person who had just emerged—no, fell— out of The Three Broomsticks.

In the darkness of the alleyway, Remus could barely make out the sprawled figure of the man on the floor in front of him. That was, until he stood and spoke again.

“Sorry mate, could you light me up? I’ve seemed to have lost my lighter somewhere in there,” he said regretfully.

“Yeah, why not. Gimme a sec,” Remus croaked out, throat dry from the excessive amount of alcohol and cigarettes he had consumed within the past hour alone. Ugh.

Fumbling in his pockets for his lighter, Remus inwardly cursed his vanity. He really should have worn his glasses out.

He felt rather than saw the other man move closer. He smelled of a combination of a spicy cologne, a hint of whiskey, and residual cigarette smoke, which Remus found oddly enticing.

Cupping his hand around the vague silhouette of the cigarette, Remus lit it, and found himself momentarily speechless.

The small orange flames highlighted the other man’s features brilliantly. Then again, Remus thought he’d look like as breathtaking under any given circumstance.

His full lips curled around the cigarette in a way that led Remus to wonder what those lips would feel like pressed against his. He had a high nose bridge, and a jawline that Remus wanted so badly to trace with his finger. Remus’ eyes travelled up to meet pools of striking gray, with golden flecks reflected from the flickering flames. His jet black shoulder length hair framed his face, perfectly accentuating his features.

A puff of smoke clouded his vision momentarily as the other man breathed out, “Sirius Black. Nice to meet you.” His lips pulled into a lopsided grin as he offered his hand to Remus, who took it.

“Remus Lupin. Hope you didn’t take too bad of a tumble earlier,” Remus smirked, quirking an eyebrow as he pulled Sirius closer by their joined hands. Stepping in to close the distance between them, he leaned down to whisper in Sirius’ ear, “Of course, I wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees in front of me again. It’d be the best Christmas present ever.”

On hearing a sharp intake of breath, Remus chuckled and stepped away, letting go of Sirius’ hand and heading for the back door.

“See you back inside, Sirius.”

-

Trying hard not to fall
On the way home
You were trying to wear me down, down

Kissing up on fences
And up on walls
On the way home
I guess it’s all working out, now

Remus was barely back in The Three Broomsticks for five minutes before he was being pulled onto the dance floor, a strong arm around his waist.

Finding himself lost in familiar grey orbs again, he rested his arms around the other man’s shoulders, one of his fingers loosely curling around a lock of hair. He tugged at it, finding satisfaction in the small gasp that it caused.

Sirius’ hips ground against his in time to the beat of the song currently blaring through the club speakers, and this time, Remus was the one gasping as several bolts of pleasure shot through his body. Growling, he moved one hand to the back of Sirius’ head, crashing their mouths together. Winding his fingers into Sirius’ hair, he kissed him passionately, choosing to give up his need for oxygen for the burning desire in the depths of his soul.

When he slipped his tongue into Sirius’ mouth, they both moaned. Sirius’ hands slid down to grab Remus by the arse, grinding his hips in further, though there was no longer an inch of space between them, save for their already tented trousers.

Remus broke the kiss and tugged on Sirius’ hair again, such that his head was tilted in a way which allowed Remus to latch his mouth to Sirius’ neck. He pressed hot kisses up from his neck to his earlobe, and at the same time shifted his hips to slot one knee between Sirius’ legs, pressing his thigh flush against Sirius’ erection, eliciting breathy moans from the other man which sounded so loud and so good over the noise of the dance floor around them.

“Let’s get out of here before I fuck you into oblivion right in front of everyone,” Remus pushed his tongue into Sirius’ ear, licking, “I live ten minutes away, and the faster we leave, the faster I can do all the filthy things I want to do to you. Come on.”

He might’ve heard Sirius whimper at the sudden loss of contact, but he was busy looking forward to their end destination, so he wrapped his fingers around Sirius’ wrist and pulled him out of the hot, sweat filled club and onto the chilly streets.

The two men were slightly more than drunk, and they half stumbled in the direction of Remus’ apartment, clutching each other tightly and laughing breathily when Sirius nearly tripped and fell on the pavement.

At one point, despite the cold (neither had thought to bring out a thicker jacket), Sirius decided the walk back was getting much too long, and shoved Remus up against a random wall in full view of the street, which was fortunately deserted at that time of night, to collide his mouth with Remus’, igniting sparks within both of them.

Remus gripped the front of Sirius’ leather jacket and hissed as Sirius’ hand cupped around his erection, palming him through his trousers.

“Oh god, fuck, yes—fuck Sirius, that feels so good,” Remus jerked his hips into Sirius’ palm, desperate to create more friction.

They kissed with determination and all tongue, Sirius abandoning his hand that was stroking Remus’ groin in favour of once again grinding their hips together, pinning Remus against the wall.

Remus shivered as Sirius’ cold fingertips found their way under the hem of his button up shirt, having already untucked it at some point earlier. They travelled, feather-light, up Remus’ torso, ticklish yet thrilling, along his sides and suddenly ghosting over his nipples, the same time as Sirius leaned down to lick at a sensitive spot on Remus’ neck.

Remus’ broken moan reverberated throughout the empty street, and Sirius promptly shut up him once again with the wet heat of his mouth.

“Sirius, my a—ah, shit—my apartment, oh god, come on, I don’t think I can—ahhh,” Remus bit down hard on his lip as Sirius worked his way around his body relentlessly. He felt Sirius smile against his ear and felt him pulling his earlobe, lightly between his teeth, before letting go.

Remus looked absolutely and deliciously debauched with kiss swollen lips which he had sunk his teeth into, leaving marks, and auburn curls which were even messier than he ever thought was possible. His pupils were blown wide and dark with lust, bordering on a dark brown resembling rich dark chocolate. His shirt had been sloppily untucked by Sirius and now half unbuttoned as well, exposing his collarbones and part of his bare chest.

“Gods, Remus, you’re so hot,” Sirius eyed him up and down appreciatively, the side of his mouth pulling up into a smirk at his masterpiece.

Remus only closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the wall in response, breathing out puffs of smoke as his overheated body adapted to the coldness of the night.

He took a few moments to compose himself and straighten out his clothes, but accepted the light kisses pressed to his neck as Sirius stood inches behind him, close enough to touch if he wanted to, fingers hooked in Remus’ belt loops.

Turning around, Remus slipped his hands into the back pockets of Sirius’ skinny jeans and pulled him forward, kissing him deeply before stepping away and grabbing Sirius’ hand in his.

“You’re so going to pay for that. Later.”

[lay-d-l]

HAPPY belated HOLIDAYS

hi @temptationmirror i'm your secret santa ( @wolfstar-secret-santa ) !

first thing first, i want to apologize for this being late, i needed more time to finish it

second, i hope you like it, cause honestly, it could've been soooo much better

here goes nothing... :

September 1st 1977. No seventh year student liked the idea of this being the last time they take the Hogwarts Express as students.

I went through the platform and found my friends. First thing I saw were Remus and Sirius, snogging each other (see @upthehillart 's pic). Which is quite sweet considering it took ages for them to get together. Lily and James... just stood there blushing.

Just when I got to them, Remus and Sirius finished their session. Gazing into eachothers eyes, they were smiling like idiots. I looked at Remus in confusion. "Peter is already in the compartment, we wanted to wait for you." he said. I smiled, and nodded my head in thanks.

I was about to hug Lily but the train decided it's time for us to go. "This is our que!" James said eagerly, and with that, we went in.

***

I woke up to sound of chattering. I got up and saw Marlene and Alice talking. Marlene smiled at me: "I'm sorry we woke you up." 

I laid back and turned to my nightstand. I sighed, loudly. "What?", asked Alice. I pointed at the clock. "Shit!", they said in union, "Lils get out of there, breakfast is about to be served!" 

"Coming!", a voice came from the bathroom.

"L, are you coming?", asked Alice.

I just nodded my head and closed my eyes as I heard the dorm doors shut. After five minutes of blankly staring at ceiling, I decided to get up and dressed, but, of course, I could not find my uniform, instead, I found a not-so-covering piece of lingerie and a Slytherin, Slytherin robe. 

***

As I, quite seductively might I add, walked through the Great Hall, every single pair of eyes was set on me. 

Coming near the Gryffindor table I started walking a bit faster. Luckly, they were sitting close to the door. On my side of the table were Marlene, James, Remus and, bullseye, Sirius. I walked up to him and said: "Can I have a minute of your time?" 

"What's fun in a minute?", he said, slowly turning his head towards me

"Oh, trust me, you're gonna like this minute!", I muttered and sat onto his lap.

"Sirius, dear, why, oh why do you propel this fate upon me, whereas I must look so slutty?"

"Well someone has to do it, right?" He smirked.

"Well, I must say, I quite li-" I saw his face, "Minnie is behind me, isn't she?"

"Miss Castle, I believe you should be in your uniform. May I ask, where is your uniform?" 

I turned around and smiled at her, "I'm sorry professor, but you know it's our last year and I think the famous Marauders wanted to make last-year-first-day prank." 

"Whatever you plan on doing keep it decent." she winked at us."Shame on you! If you do something like this again, there will be consequences." she announced. 

"Our schedules?" Sirius asked.

"Here. Now off you go" 

"Will do professor, will do." we said in usion.

***

After classes were over, we found ourselves sitting around one of the tables in the common room. "We have no other classes until after lunch, why don't we play a game?" James proposed with a mischievous grin. A loud "NO!" came out of Lily and Marlene's mouths. "After that fiasco with L from that morning, I'm not playing anything with you lot." continued Lily.

"Oh! That reminds me, can I keep it?" I asked, "Or, I can give it back, I thing Moony would like to tear it off you."

"No thanks." Remus chuckled.

"Moony would love to tear it off me, but I'll have to refuse. It pains me to say this, but it looks better on you." 

"Did thee Sirius Black said someone looks better than him?!" Marlene posed.

"I did!" he said, fake fainted and started laughing. "Okay, that's great and all but still have an hour to kill before lunch, we should play something.", Peter announced, "why don't we play Pictionary or something?"

"But there's seven of us, we need an even number of players", Lily said.

"I had enough games for today I won't play" i said, "I'll sit around at laugh at you lot." 

James, Sirius and Marlene whispered between themselves, when James asked: "What's Pictionary?" 

***

I was out, walking 'round the lake when I decided it was too cold for me to be out so I went to the library.

I was walking through the muggle section of the library trying to find a good book to read when I found Remus and Lily sitting in a corner reading. I came up to them, sat down, waiting for one of them to look up. When Remus did, I nodded my head at the book he was reading. He said: "Picture of Dorian Gray." 

"Is it good?" I asked.

"One of my favorites.", he said.

"What about you Lily?"

"I don't know.", she said desperately, "I just picked up a radnom book, and flipped pages…"

"Are you okay? Is something wrong? Is it Petunia?" Remus asked worriedly.

She put the book down, trying to compose herself. "It's James actually…" 

"What do you mean 'It's James', is something wrong with him?" I questioned.

"No… I… maybe, just maybe, he isn't that bad. After the accident with Sev- well you know, he started acting differently. He's a good lad. And I thought I could give him a chance? I don't know, just don't tell anyone will you?" 

In that moment I heard something fall. Hard. I promised Lily I wouldn't say a thing and excused myself. 

I got out of the library and saw James standing over the stair railing. "James, are you okay? I heard something fall."

"Did you heard what she said?! She said she might give me a chance!" he yelled.

"Blody hell, James, don't yell! I promised I wouldn't say a thing!" He truned toward me, smiling like a dork.

"Merlin's beard, let just go…" I smiled to him.

***

I woke up, came down to breakfast, late, as always. Walking into the Great Hall, everyone was talking, which was odd considering food was on the table. Looking around I saw my friends and lounged toward them. 

"Why is no one eating?" I asked, putting a piece of bacon in my mouth.

It was Peter who answered: "Dumbledore just announced that we're having a Halloween party, two free weekends, one now one before Christmas, except this Saturday when we have a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, and there's gonna be a best costume competition (spoiler alert, Sirius won)." 

"Well," I said and sat down, "that is a reasom not to eat."

"So, who are you going as?", asked Marlene.

I looked around, waiting for everyone to say their costumes. James and Sirius, as always, are going as Dumbledore and Minnie. Peter is going as a rat. Frank and Alice have no idea, but it's going to be a couple's costume, Marlene  and Lily are also going together as Disney princesses, Aurora and Ariel, pretty sure that's Lily's idea. Remus is going as a comic book character Tony... Stank? Stark? Something like that. Then Marlene asked me: "What are you going as?"

"Well, there's this muggle movie that came out this year, it's called Star Wars. There's a princess in it called Leia Organa. I'm probably gonna go as her."

***

Week before Halloween, Marlene, Frank, James and Sirius were busy with practice so the rest of us were using our time to study. 

When the weekend came all of us were excited for the first match this year. 

I was strolling through the Entrance Hall with hands full of food I implored form the house elves. The match was near its end so I didn't bother climbing up the stands. I sat down and looked at the brooms, when the Hufflepuff seeker flew past me, Marlene was on his tail. It was too fast for me to see, but I'm pretty sure they crashed but we got out victorious. What I did see is Lily, running into James' arms and kissing him. 

When the party and the euphoria were gone, and everyone went to bed, Jily, as Sirius likes to call them, stayed in the common room. And the rest of the bunch, myself included, sat in boys dormitory, playing games and joking around.

***

We were walking past shops in Hogsmeade when it started snowing. Boys went on the plain close to the Shireking Shack to make a snow-wolf. While we continued out Christmas shopping. 

When we came out of Honeydukes, Alice asked us: "Beside Frank and me, who's staying here for the holidays?" On which Lily said: "I'm not going back until I have to, Petunia's been a real pain in the ass…" 

"That and it's not safe with 'The Dark Lord' roaming, so I'm staying here too." Marlene added.

We stayed quiet for a while, the possibility of a war in our lifetime was heavy on us, we're just kids…

I spoke: "I'm going home, it's been a while since I saw my father…" 

Next week went by fast, no exams, no papers, just excitement for the upcoming holidays. 

When I got home it was late so I went straight to bed, when I woke up there was a letter on my desk. I took a letter opener and saw a single piece of paper, with eight different  handwritings saying: 'HAPPY HOLIDAYS.' 

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♡ made for @kattlupin for @wolfstar-secret-santa ♡

hope you enjoy these little wolfstar scenes !!

happy holidays (:

-@fewlishness

[quentin-the-bard-deactivated202]

In the Library on Christmas Eve

Written for the @wolfstar-secret-santa gift exchange. Gift for @maraudererasmut , hope you enjoy. Happy holidays!

Summary: It’s the Gryffindor Christmas Eve party. James enchanted some mistletoe. It’s also the night Sirius and Remus got together.

Word Count: 1,246

Warnings: Smut

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The yearly Christmas Eve party, always graciously held by the Gryffindors, was in full swing. The turnout was good considering most students were gone for winter break. It was all going according to plan. Well, James’s plan. He had managed to swipe several bottles of firewhisky, plenty of food, and still had time to conjure up an enchanted mistletoe. Currently floating near the entrance.

The mistletoe trapped anyone who happened to pass through it at the same time. Not letting them leave until they kissed, more like snogged. James was quite proud of this plot. He was confident that by the end of the night he and Lily would finally kiss. He just had to get the timing right. There was also the case of his pining best friends, who a little kiss under the mistletoe would help their situation.

The main decorations fell to the rest of the Marauders. Remus decked the place in red lights and got a spectacular christmas tree. Sirius has charmed a banner that flashed scarlet and gold as well as read, “happy holidays from the best house.” Overall, it was possibly the most festive party they had ever held.

“Here mate,” said Sirius. He handed Remus yet another cup of firewhiskey. If he didn’t know any better he would say Sirius was trying to get him drunk. Sirius himself was slightly drunk already.

“Thanks,” responded Remus. They stared at each other while taking a sip.

“Any girls you trying to get with at this splendid party, Moony,” said Sirius nonchalantly.

Remus almost choked on his drink but quickly gained his composure, enough to reply, “No, I don’t fancy any girls at the moment.”

Some curious expression passed over Sirius’s face, “I was only wondering Re, no need to get so defensive.”

Remus hadn’t realized he was until Sirius said it. He immediately relaxed his shoulders pretending like he wasn’t taken aback by Sirius or his question.

“What about you?” Remus thought it was only fair to ask the same in return.

Sirius tried to look as straight faced as possible, “I don’t either, at the moment.”

“Alright,” said Remus.

“Yes, it is alright.”

Then they went back to sipping their drinks and avoiding looking at each other.

It had been tense between the two of them lately. Peter and James could sense it too. James was not having it. He decided he was going to do something about it.

“Sirius, Remus,” shouted James, “we’re running low on food. How about you go get some more from the kitchens, together.”

“Alright,” said Remus. Sirius just grumbled but walked to the portrait hole. Remus followed close behind. Then Sirius stopped.

“Sirius, why aren’t you going?”

“I can’t, it’s like there’s a barrier”

“That would be my doing,” James spoke up. He stood there with a smug grin on his face, “It’s enchanted mistletoe it won’t let you go until you kiss.

Remus and Sirius both looked up. Sure enough there was a sprig of mistletoe floating above them.

“Well, I guess we have to...” said Sirius coyly.

Remus would certainly have a few words to say to James later. Isn’t this what he wanted though? Perhaps he should be thanking James. He didn’t, however, want their first kiss to be like this. He wanted it to be because they both wanted to. And he also wasn’t sure Sirius likes blokes, let alone him.

Sirius looked nervous now. He hadn’t seen that expression on his friend’s face for a long time.

He watched Sirius, seeing the way the red lights reflected in his grey eyes.

Remus leaned in, so did Sirius. Their lips met. They were almost still for a moment. Then Sirius’s hand was in his hair. Remus’s hand was on Sirius’s sharp jawline. The kiss felt as heated as the firewhiskey and so good. If this is what it felt like to kiss Sirius, he understood why girls chased him all the time.

That thought snapped Remus out of it. He pulled back. Over as quickly as it began. The kiss could have been five seconds or five minutes. Sirius stared at him with a subdued expression.

All the fears rushed back to Remus. He was a werewolf. They couldn’t be together.

Remus ran out Gryffindor tower, that crowded party, and away from Sirius. He went to the library. It was closed, as well as dark. He sat at the table furthest in the back. He caught a glimpse of the waxing moon and scowled. A good enough place to think as any he supposed.

It took Sirius only twenty minutes to find him. He sat down opposite Remus at the table.

“Remus I-”

“I know Sirius,” he interjected, “I know you don’t like me that way. It’s fine really, we can’t be together anyway. I’m a werewolf. I deserve to be alone.” It was easy to recite what he said in his head so many times. Sirius was kind and beautiful, he didn’t deserve him.

Remus got up to leave once again. Sirius grabbed his hand.

Sirius pulled him closer and kissed for the second time tonight. Slower and closer than the one before. They separated after a moment.

“I like you Moony. Please get it in your thick skull that you deserve to have love. I’m right here. We can be together, if you want to. I really want to.” He felt like Sirius’s gentle gaze could melt him.

“Yes, I want to.”

Sirius walked towards Remus, pushing him softly against the bookshelf. Kissing Remus’s neck all the way back up to his lips. Remus slid his tongue along Sirius’s bottom lip. It felt better than anything Sirius had ever experienced before, it was his Moony after all.

Remus moved his hand into Sirius’s long hair. They moved roughly against each other’s hips. Enjoying the wonderful friction. Soon they were both hard. Sirius could feel Remus’s quite large erection against his leg.

“Re, want you in my mouth…” mumbled out Sirius in the middle of another warm kiss.

“Fuck, yes.”

Sirius went down to his knees making quick work of Remus’s trousers. He eagerly reached into Remus’s boxers, freeing his dick. He shuddered as Sirius licked the underside of his rigid cock. Sirius suddenly took him in his mouth sucking hard. Remus swore thrusting his hips slightly forward.

Sirius welcomed it picking up the pace. Using his fist on the part his mouth couldn’t reach. Remus tangled his fingers once again in Padfoot’s hair, pulling lightly. The feeling and sight of Remus fucking his mouth was almost enough to make him come untouched.

Remus was desperate to come. He bucked his hips. Sirius sucked relentlessly. He couldn’t hold back his low moan. He couldn’t believe how good Sirius was making him feel.

“Sirius, I’m close,” Remus half shouted, and half moaned, fingers lightly pulling his hair. He came a second later, Sirius swallowing. Sirius lazily bobbed his head, letting Remus ride out his orgasm.

Now it was Sirius’s turn. Remus prompted him to stand, dragging him in for another lingering kiss. He unzipped Sirius’s trousers, taking his hard cock in his hand. Remus passionately kissed him on the neck.

It only took a couple of pumps with his fist for Sirius to be overcome with pleasure. He came breathing Remus’s name. A simple cleaning spell got rid of the mess.

They smiled at each other, basking in the afterglow of this whole night. The happiest they have ever been.

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My secret santa gift for @holy-shit-its-wolfstar (There might be a companion comic to this piece, depending on whether I lose interest before it’s finished. )


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Tinsel Tidings (Wolfstar Secret Santa 2019)

Christmas time at a magical school located somewhere in Scotland 1977. Two boys with fates entwined. One with a dark history, one that is marred. Love can find a place to grow.

Rating: General Audiences Tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Oblivious Idiots, Pining Idiots, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Christmas Music, Jewish Remus lupin Jewish Character, LGBTQ Jewish Character, LGBTQ Character, Werewolf Remus Lupin, POV Remus Lupin, Gift Fic, Gift Exchange, Tumblr: tumblrsecretsanta, Full Moon, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), The Marauder’s Map, Sirius Black & James Potter Friendship, Sirius Black & James Potter are Brothers, Sad Sirius Black, Walburga Black’s A+ Parenting, Veritaserum

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Hiii @aimforthedogstar I’m your secret Santa! I had lots of fun writing this. Hope you like it! @wolfstar-secret-santa

[Also, I posted this a couple of days ago but my tumblr apparently decided not to post it and i just saw it so I’ll give it another try 😅]

Wolfstar Secret Santa

“Come ooooon Padfoot” Harry complained. “You’ve been getting ready for hours. Moony will be happy to see you no matter how you look”.

“Excuse me, I do not dress up for Remus or anybody . I simply just want to look good. Maybe you should try and do something with you hair for once young man.” Sirius answered back before looking at the mirror one last time. “Let’s go then”.

“Uggh finally” Harry muttered for himself before getting his leather jacket and dragging Sirius out the apartment. They had planned this day for weeks and Harry had barely been able to fall asleep last night. They were headed to one of the best toy stores in the city according to Harry and would later have Remus join them for dinner. But Harry had a plan because this year, this year Sirius and Remus were finally gonna admit that they had feelings for each other. While they have been best friends and living together for ages they have never found the courage to take the last step. He often saw them looking at each other with fond eyes when they thought no one would notice. Yes, this year, the only thing he wished for - was for his Padfoot and Moony getting together.

…. Several hours later ....

Thank you guys! This is the best day every - Harry told them with a big smile on his lips. Harry and Sirius had arrived at the toy store just after noon and didn’t leave until hours later when Remus’s shift ended. The big store full of toys, pretty lights and elves. And Santa!

Sirius knew that Harry had saved up money for this day for ages and would in fact donate much of the toys he had bought. He knew that Harry never truly would forget about the terror he had been through at the Dursley’s until the age of 6 when he finally got out of Azkaban thanks to Moony and the rest of the order. Moony had been a real hero, had always been of course. With his sweet and dreamy brown eyes, cozy sweaters that never failed making him warm and safe or hands with long, thick fingers that made him feel…

“Sirius! Sirius! Sirius!” He felt himself suddenly getting shaken by someone. “What? Sorry, lost in my thoughts” Sirius answered Remus and felt his cheeks getting warm. “About what huh? What you’re gonna eat later tonight?” “Yeah, sure. About what I’m gonna eat tonight…..” Remus looked at him with an odd look before turning to Harry and talking to him while they were walking home.

The problem with being in love with your best friend is that boundaries is something that doesn’t exist. In the past, this wasn’t too hard for him, but it was getting harder and harder hiding how he felt. Hiding how much Remus, his Moony, actually mean to him. Just thinking about him made him smile, seeing him made his heart race like it never had before and hugging him made him feel safer, like nothing could ever hurt him as long as he had him at his side.

But Remus didn’t share those kind of feelings back and that’s fine, completely fine. He’s fine, even though his heart breaks everytime he sees Remus look at another guy, everytime Remus talks about someone else or everytime he has to stop himself from kissing him. Love is overrated anyways.

“Tell him Sirius. Tell Moony how you feel. I promise you that he feels the same.” Harry said with a grave look on his face. Harry was almost never this serious, only when it was about something important. The two of them was out in their apartment’s balcony, drinking hot chocolate and had been looking at the stars before Sirius’s thoughts started wandering away. “What, what are you talking about?” “You and Moony of course. You love each other. I actually thought you were together when you rescued me from the Dursleys but no no. You are just friends. You are so fucking oblivious who can’t see that Moony loves you!

Suddenly, he heard a noise from his left. Moony. Of course it was bloody Moony. He must have walked out to the balcony without them hearing him. “Harry, stop. And mind your language. Sirius doesn’t feel that way about me and you shouldn’t try and make him feel something for me. I’ll survive.” Remus said, avoiding Sirius gaze entirely. He looked sad when he talked to Harry. But why would he be sad if he didn’t feel anything for him? Why would he be sad if not.. maybe he thought Sirius didn’t feel anything for him? Maybe, Remus had feelings for him too…

“Remus, do you feel something for me?” Sirius asked with a low voice. Scared as shit but also hopeful. Remus swallowed, looking up for just second but that was enough. Sirius could see that he wasn’t the only one that was scared. Scared of fucking up their friendship if they made the wrong move. Scared of the fact that maybe, maybe their best friend actually did, maybe, just maybe feel something for you too. “I wouldn’t mind you having feelings for me. In fact, perhaps, the two of us go out together on a date? Maybe I feel something for you too?” Sirius was looking at Remus straight in the eyes, slowly walking towards him while talking before standing right in front of him just waiting for his reaction.

Oh wait, not anymore, Remus is closing his eyes and leaning towards him. And then he feels Remus lips against his. Kissing him softly before moving his arms to his waist, slowly deepening the kiss. Sirius finally comes up for air when he hears someone saying “Euuuuwwwwww”. Maybe Sirius would continue kissing Remus like this just so he can see that beautiful blush appear across his Moony’s cheeks. Harry had closed his eyes but opened them now when the coast was clear and was looking at them grinning, this was after all thanks to him.

“You are my family and you mean the world to me” Remus said looking at Sirius and Harry. He knew that they would always have with each other, one way or another. Sirius, Remus and Harry. Each growing up as outcasts but later finding their family. Not their family by blood, but their chosen family

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Nightmares, Fireplaces and Comfort

Merry Christmas @whom-ping-willow I was your secret santa! Hope you enjoy!! @wolfstar-secret-santa

Nightmares, Fireplaces and Comfort.

Normally Sirius would be the first asleep and the last to wake up in the dorm, but oddly tonight he was wide awake. A rustle from Remus’ side of the room alerted Sirius and he glanced over to Remus. “No. No! NO!” He was used to Remus talking in his sleep but Remus sounded scared, hurt even. Sirius’ protective nature wanted to come barreling out but he restrained himself and listened for another minute. “Sirius!” Remus whimpered. That was it, he had to wake Remus up.

“Re, Re. Wake up.” Sirius whispered shaking Remus lightly.

“Wha- Pads!” Remus grabbed onto Sirius like a lifeline. 

“Hey, its ok. Its ok, Love. I got you.” Sirius said quietly trying to not wake the other two boys in the dorms, “Why don’t we go to the common room and you can tell me it.” Remus nodded softly. 

Sirius took a seat on the couch and Remus curled up on top of him. Sirius smiled softly at the curly haired boy laying on his chest. “Wanna tell me about your dream?” 

“Not really a dream, more like a nightmare honestly.” Remus muttered

“Wanna tell about your nightmare then?”

“Not much to tell…we fought…”

“Re, don’t make me pull teeth. Spit it out or go back to bed.”

“Fine.” Remus groaned. “You were making fun of me for being a werewolf. You were breaking up with me.”

Sirius sighed, “I love you.” That’s all he knew to say. He wished he could soothe all of Remus’ fears, he wanted to soothe all of them, but he knew he couldn’t promise anything about the future. About not leaving. About them being together forever. With the war going on practically right outside, there was no promise of a tomorrow either. There was a tonight, though. Sirius wrapped his arms tightly around Remus and held him close. 

“I love you too.” Remus nuzzling into Sirius’ chest. The two fell asleep there with the fireplace crackling in the background.

James crept downstairs the next morning, to do his potions paper that was due in an hour, when he noticed his best friends tangled up together on the couch. He smirked at them before deciding to do it in the dorms, they needed every last bit of happiness (and sleep) they could get with the war right on their heels.

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Studying

Here is my gift for @studies-like-kuudere for the @wolfstar-secret-santa! Happy Holidays!

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Remus dropped his textbook and notebook onto Sirius’ lap. “Quiz me.”

Sirius froze for a moment, startled, before frantically snapping his notebook shut and tossing it aside. He looked back at Remus, too shaken to remember what he had said. “What?”

“Quiz me.”

“Why would I do that?”

Remus glared, but sat down next to him on the bed. “Because it’ll help both of us study.”

“Studying?” His eyes widened in feigned horror. “No. Absolutely not.” He pushed the books away from him and gestured to his bed. “See this? This is a study-free zone. If I get too close to studying I break out in hives.”

“Oh, shut up. We have an exam tomorrow and we need to study.”

“That? I’m just gonna wing it, I’ll be fine.” It was just Charms and he already knew all of it. He had never studied for that class once. It all just came so naturally to him.

“But you were just studying.”

Sirius cocked his head to the side. “No, I wasn’t.”

“Then what were you doing with your notebook?”

“That? No, I was—I was just, uhh, doodling.” In truth, it was more of a sketch. A detailed sketch. That he had every intention of putting all of his heart and soul into because he couldn’t help it—not when he was drawing Remus. 

Ever since they had kissed for the first time he hadn’t been able to get him out of his head. His smile, his laugh… Not that Remus could know. It was just for fun, they had agreed. No feelings attached. Just two friends kissing. And he tried to keep it that way, he really did, but Sirius had a few too many feelings attached to begin with.

Remus’ eyes lit up, a smile spreading across his face. “Can I see?”

“No!” Sirius panicked. “I mean, it’s really not that great. You wouldn’t want to see it.”

“Of course I want to see it. Your art is always amazing.”

Sirius wanted to smile, but he saw the opportunity and took it. “Hey! You’re—you’re distracting me! You’re complimenting me to convince me to study in the study-free zone!”

Remus rolled his eyes. “I just want help studying.”

“You’re betraying the zone.”

“Sirius, please—“

“Ah!” He narrowed his eyes. “The zone.”

“Fine, then we’ll just have to study outside of the zone. Will my bed suffice?”

“You’re inviting me to your bed for the first time since we started… doing whatever the fuck we’re doing… to study?”

“Really? You’re going there? Really?”

Sirius grinned, the kind he knew would make Remus even more irritated. “Technically you went there first since you brought it up.”

“I hate you.”

“You sure?”

Remus gave him a look like he was about to say yes, but kissed him instead, hands tugging on his hair, caressing his neck. Sirius melted into it, looping his arms over Remus’ shoulders.

It ended too quickly. Sirius was left breathless, missing Remus’ warmth. 

“Have it your way.” Remus picked up his books and moved them to his bed, then offered a hand, which Sirius took. They made their way to his bed. “I’ll make you a deal. Every time I get something right I kiss you.”

Sirius considered it. “Isn’t that rewarding you for something I don’t want to do?”

“Are you complaining?”

He laughed. “Of course not.”

Remus narrowed his eyes at him, but he was smiling. “That’s what I thought.”

Sirius opened the textbook to a random page, scanning for anything interesting. There was nothing to be found. It was all just some writer who clearly thought very highly of themselves prattling on about some spell or another in excessively sophisticated language that almost made it nonsensical. He suppressed a sigh. This was why he didn’t study. There was more useful (or at least more understandable) information to be found in his memory than in any textbook.

“Go on, then,” Remus insisted.

“Alright.” Sirius brought the book closer to him, though he had no intention of reading from it. “What does the incantation Alohamora do?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Sirius smiled innocently. “Whatever do you mean?”

Remus gave him a long-suffering sigh. “It unlocks a door.”

“Wrong!”

“Excuse me?”

“Actually the incantation is used to unlock several objects, including, but not limited to doors and windows.”

“Oh my fucking God.”

“But,” Sirius said, wrapping his hand around Remus’ tie, “you got part of it right so I’ll give you a pass.” He tugged Remus closer and kissed him.

They lingered there, kissing softly, slowly, as if they had all the time in the world. Sirius’ head went empty as Remus trailed his hand lightly down Sirius’ jaw. It took several moments for him to register where they were and what they were doing.

Sirius ended the kiss abruptly, lest he do something he might regret. “Next question!”

Remus muttered something about being incapable of studying if he couldn’t think, but Sirius pretended not to hear. He didn’t need to give himself any false hope that Remus might actually feel something for him too.

“What wrist motion corresponds to the incantation Wingardium Leviosa?”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Sirius.”

“Yes, Moony dearest?”

“We learned that spell in our first year.”

“I remember.”

“Are you really asking me that question?”

“What are you insinuating?”

Remus rolled his eyes in defeat. “It’s swish and flick.”

“Correct.” Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ neck and their lips met, and he knew he would never get tired of this. It should be expected by now—that rush, the butterflies in his stomach, but, fuck, every time he kissed Remus it felt like he was falling in love all over again.

It ended too soon. Remus pulled away from the kiss, laughing. “Alright, now stop it.”

Sirius gave him the best puppy eyes he could, in part for the act and in part to keep the hurt from his face. “Stop what?”

“Stop giving me all the easy spells. You’re just doing it to get me to kiss you.”

Sirius gasped, putting a hand to his chest. “Would I do that?”

“Yes.”

He dropped the act, grinning once more. “And are you complaining?”

Remus sighed. “Of course not.”

Sirius inched closer, nudging Remus’ nose with his own. He should stop this. It would only lead to heartbreak. Remus didn’t want him—not like that, anyway. He was in over his head and he knew it, but it seemed more and more likely that it was already too late.

They practically fell into each other’s arms again, Sirius sighing into the kiss. Remus shoved the books aside and Sirius laughed onto Remus’ mouth. It had only been a matter of time before they became preoccupied with things other than studying, and he had a strong suspicion Remus had known that too.

Remus’ arms tightened around Sirius’ waist, bringing them closer, closer. Sirius didn’t know exactly when he had stopped thinking, but by now there was no hope for him. A small voice in the back of his head kept warning him about something, something important, but at this point he couldn’t care less. All he cared about was the boy in his arms.

Sirius moved from Remus’ mouth to kiss along his jaw. He moved up and down, slowly, carefully, pressing kisses into Remus’ jawline, his neck, his collarbone. He got lost in the feel of Remus’ skin on his lips, so lost that he almost missed Remus’ whispered, “I love you,” as Sirius kissed a spot right beneath his jaw.

Almost.

Sirius froze, then slowly looked up. His heart had already been beating faster than usual, but now it was hammering in his chest.

Remus’ eyes were wide; his breathing ragged.

“Did…” Sirius swallowed and took a breath. “Did you just say what I think you said?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so—“

“Is it true?” Sirius rushed.

“What?”

“Is it true? Do you love me?”

Remus bit his lip. A moment of silence passed, and Sirius’ heart sank. Remus didn’t love him. It was just a slip of the tongue, an accident, a joke, a—

“Yes.”

Sirius stopped breathing.

“I’m sorry. I know we said—“

Sirius kissed him. It took a second for Remus to respond, but he kissed Sirius back, tentatively, unsure. Sirius squeezed his eyes shut, fighting to hold back tears.

He broke off the kiss. “I love you too.”

Remus smiled. He was crying too. “You do?”

“Yeah. I do.”

Remus pulled him back in, and this time he didn’t hold back.

[daydreamsinthemoonlight]

Remus and Sirius sat on their sofa together, cuddled close together, Sirius resting his head on Remus’ shoulder. A Queen album played from the other room. It made Remus’ mind wander back to when they were in school and the nights they would spend together listening to old records and talking until the first rays of sun shone through the window. 

That was before they had started dating, when they expressed their true feelings only through shared glances and touches lingering just a moment too long. He sometimes missed those times, when he and his friends were still young and anything seemed possible. 

But things were better now. He held onto Sirius just a little bit tighter to remind himself. He didn’t have to hide his feelings anymore. And in that moment he felt incredibly lucky that he had the chance to fall deeply and madly in love with this man. “I love you,” Remus whispered. Sirius looked up at him and and gave him a soft smile. God, Remus loved his smile. It wasn’t the bold smile he gave James when they did something crazy, or the encouraging smile he gave Peter when he was nervous. It was the gentle one that he gave Remus in quiet moments like this. It made him look younger, less beaten down by life. And when Remus looked at it he felt like there was no bad in the world.

“I love you too,” Sirius said. They both moved in closer and their lips met in a soft kiss, passionate and familiar at the same time. The kiss finally broke off and they smiled softly at each other. Sirius rested his head on Remus’ lap and they talked for hours, listening to old records. Just like they used to. 

I wrote this for @moonyandthestar for the @wolfstar-secret-santa. Happy holidays^^

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Wolf star Coffee Shop (A Wolfstar Secret Santa for @wxlfstxrx and @wolfstar-secret-santa )

Sirius strode to the Lucian Coffee Shop, his watercolours and sketch pad in his bag, waiting. The bell jingled as he jogged through the door and Sirius breathed in the sweet caffeine-filled air. He lived for these moments.

The small shop was very cosy. Its main area was louder, full of clinks of spoons and the whir of the coffee machines, while the back room was quieter, with just the light chatter and elegant classical music that Sirius liked. The front room gave Sirius the ideal atmosphere for sketching out ideas and doodles, while the back room was where he went to finish the drawings in watercolour.

However, the mixed atmospheres was not the only thing that Sirius liked. He would always have the same order- a cappuccino with a cheese scone and slice of cake. The barista, Remus, would deliver this approximately 3 minutes after he placed his order. They would then chat about anything- art history, a funny customer, an odd-shaped cloud. They never ran out of things to say to each other, but Remus would often be called back to serve another customer after a few minutes, leaving Sirius to ponder on his own.

He often thought about taking up a job and wondered if the coffee shop would take him in. His busking wasn't pulling in as much money as it used to, so he needed a new way to earn some cash, as he was quite sure his parents wouldn't help out with the situation.

He tentatively brought this up with Remus one day. Remus was over the moon.

“I can’t believe I’d never thought of that before! It would be so amazing if you worked here with me!” Remus put his arms around Sirius and pulled him into a quick hug. “Do you really think-“

“Remus, there’s a customer waiting!” called John, the owner of the Lucian.

”I’ll be right there!” Remus yelled. ”I’ll be back soon, okay? Wait for me.”

But it was nearly half an hour before the cafe was empty enough to talk, and Sirius was asleep- on top of his sketchbook, open at a page showing a watercolour painting of Remus.

”Sirius? Wake up, sweetheart.” Remus whispered, gently shaking Sirius awake.

”Re-argh!” Sirius jolted suddenly awake. He looked down at the portrait and started babbling.

”I’m sorry, it's just, you're so gorgeous, and I couldn't help myself, and this is really embarrassing, but-”

”Sirius.” Remus said quietly, cutting through his gibberish. ”It’s okay, I understand. I-I love you, Sirius Black. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to watch sunrises and sunsets and everything in between. It's okay. I just want you to be happy.”

Sirius pulled him into a hug. ”I love you too. Always.”

Then, what of John? Of course, he was sitting at a table of his own, in a booth not too far from them, with the rest of his staff. All of them hand him 5 Galleons because God Dammit John-

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Music (A Wolfstar Secret Santa for @wxlfstxrx and @wolfstar-secret-santa )

Sirius always sang. From going down to breakfast to doing homework, he was always humming- never anything by popular artists, but small random tunes he came up with himself. This irritated his classmates, but the Marauders accepted this as part of his quirky personality and left him be.

Remus, however, studied guitar since 4th year and sometimes busked in Hogsmeade for money.

His classmates would beg him to put on a concert for them, but Remus always refused, on account of his shyness.

One day in late autumn, Sirius approached Remus, asking if it would be okay if he sang along to one of his songs. Remus was a little apprehensive, but he always thought that Sirius’ singing voice was sweet, rather than annoying, as his classmates thought. After a moment’s consideration, he accepted.

They made arrangements to practice in a small room near the top of Gryffindor Tower, and to perform to their closest friends first, to see how successful they really were.

Their friends were, of course, in unconditional support of this, and as James gleefully remarked to Marlene, “This is the perfect opportunity for them to get closer!”

And indeed they did. Almost every day, Sirius would pester Remus to practice with him, or with their friends.

After a month or so, Sirius asked if they could perform together as a bigger concert. By this time they had busked together a few times, with great results. They always split the money halfway and put a small amount into their own personal fund to buy small things to make their experience better, such as a microphone or a better case for Remus’ guitar.

They put on their first real concert for their classmates at the end of the term. A huge amount of professors and students alike turned up to support them. Their first song was a little shaky, but they soon relaxed and enjoyed themselves. Having each other to count on really made the experience a lot easier, and both felt sure that they couldn't have done it without the other.

[cherry-bookshop]

University & Muggle AU

(Wolfstar Secret Santa for @wxlfstxrx and @wolfstar-secret-santa)

As soon as they made their final speeches and packed up their things from Hogwarts, Remus and Sirius knew they wanted to go to the same university- Anviquam Crystal. It was reputable in all areas, especially their sciences and potions labs.

Sirius went on and on about it for almost their entire last year, almost boring the Marauders to death. Remus, however, was somewhat more apprehensive- until they arrived, of course. Then he wouldn’t shut up about EVERYTHING- the gorgeous light fittings, the view from their dorm room window, even the professors were charming.

“Not as charming as me, though, darling, are they?” Sirius whispered, late one night, cutting through Remus’ waffle.

“Of course not, babe.” He affirmed, gently skimming his hands around Sirius’ neck. That night, they spent planning out their routes from each lecture and class, and where they could meet between classes, almost obsessively, stopping every now and again for a quick kiss.

~~~A Few Weeks Later~~~

“Darling, go to sleep, it’s one am.” Came Sirius’ soft voice from across the room.

“I can’t, sweetheart, I have about 17 assignments due on Monday and a presentation on Wednesday.” Groaned Remus, half-asleep anyway.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” whispered Sirius, crossing the room in 2 large strides to see Remus at work and planting a quick kiss onto his forehead.

“If you could copy out these notes for me, that would be great, darling,” Remus whispered.

They may have been up till 4:30 am working, but neither of them minded in the least.