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June Pride Prompts
Happy Pride Month, everyone! This month, we're embracing every color of the rainbow 🌈
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Prompt 6 - Orientation
@wolfstarmicrofic June 6, word count 511
“I’m gay,” Remus blurted out as his friends chatted happily in the living room. “I like men. I’m gay.” It had taken a lot of courage for him to do that, but he couldn’t hide who he really was any more.
“Join the club,” Mary laughed. “Sapphic queen over here.”
Remus stared at her with his mouth open. He’d never known.
“Same,” Lily said, raising her hand.
“Same, but also Demi,” Marlene lifted a finger in acknowledgement.
“Pan!” James boomed, looking around the room very proud of himself.
“Erm, I’m not completely sure, but I think I might be Asexual,” Peter said quietly. Mary wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze.
“We’ll help you figure it out.”
“Thanks, Mary.”
They all looked to Sirius, the only one who hadn’t said anything yet.
“It’s alright to say you’re straight,” Lily said gently, her soft smile making even Remus feel at ease.
“But I’m not though!” Sirius said sharply, getting to his feet.
“Sirius?” James said, reaching for his friend, but Sirius shook him off and stormed out of the room and into the garden.
Remus found him leaning against the wall around the side of the house.
“Hey,” he said, leaning beside him and stealing the cigarette Sirius was furiously inhaling.
“Look, I don’t know what I am,” Sirius started, but Remus cut him off.
“You’re you,” Remus told him. “Doesn’t matter to us who you’re attracted to. Just because I came out, and apparently the entirety of our friend group. I mean, seriously, how did I miss that? But, yeah, you don’t need to say anything you don’t want to say or aren’t ready to.”
“I like girls,” Sirius said, snatching the ciggy back.
“Well, we kind of already knew that,” Remus joked, nudging Sirius with his elbow.
“And,” he continued, taking a long drag before blowing the white cloud of smoke out in a long plume, watching it curl its way into the sky. “I think I like boys as well. One boy,” he whispered the last two words, and Remus couldn’t pretend he wasn’t curious.
“You know it’s alright to have those feelings, right? But it’s also okay to never act on them,” Remus felt like he had to tread carefully here.
“That’s the thing though,” Sirius sighed. “I do.” He turned towards Remus, lifting a hand to his face, and a thrill of shock ran through Remus. It was him. Sirius had feelings for him.
“Then do it,” he whispered, and Sirius lurched forward.
It was messy, and their teeth clanked against each other’s more than once, but they were kissing, and Remus was behind ecstatic, because he’d secretly had a crush on Sirius since they were teens. This was magic. He couldn’t quite believe that in the span of five minutes he’d come out, had all his friends come out to him, learning all their orientations, and now he was kissing the man he never thought he would kiss. As far as five minutes went, this was the best five minutes of his life.
@wolfstarmicrofic Pride prompt 6 - Orientation [word count 238]
"Come on Prongs, he's gorgeous!"
"He's also working, and honestly I'd rather do anything else other than steer students towards the right room for orientation," James sighed.
"You know what? You've become boring since you started dating Lily. He's hot and I'm going to shoot my shot."
"Suit yourself, Pads."
When his name was called, Sirius strutted up to the desk, grinning at the older student with the frankly alarming-looking vintage jumper.
"Sirius, that's me," he said. "And what's your name, hot stuff?"
He thought he saw a faint blush on the other's cheeks but then he just looked down at his stack of papers.
"It's Remus. Orientation?" he asked, his voice exhausted like someone who had done the same exact thing for hours by then.
"Oh, very gay," Sirius shot back, leaning on the desk. "How about you, can I buy you a coffee some time?"
Remus looked up again and there was definitely a blush on his cheeks now. Sirius smirked.
"I meant which work orientation you're scheduled with," Remus said faintly.
"Ah, that. The mechanical engineering workshop, I'm really good with my hands."
Sirius was a little disappointed when Remus handed him his orientation sheet without looking up again. But as he walked away and looked at it he saw something scrawled right on top, by a series of numbers.
I'm a theatre student, so I'm very good with my tongue
Call me - Remus
Acceptance
@wolfstarmicrofic - 163 words
Remus had fought the revelation for too long. He had told himself he couldn't have fallen in love with someone able to kill friends or let them come to harm. He told himself that he had a good gut feeling when it came to people, a lot of common sense. He told himself that all of Sirius' absences, all his eccentricities were nothing but remnants of his difficult upbringing, and that he was loyal – and good.
He can no longer. James is dead, Lily too. Harry is an orphan with no one to care for him, and Sirius on the run. He didn't even attempt to explain how it came to be, with him as the Secret Guardian, just disappeared.
Acceptance of the facts was painful, but if he ever wanted to be anything good for the cause again, he had to let go of Sirius, of his love, of the past and look into a different future. Alone, but still dedicated.
Prompt 5 - Acceptance
@wolfstarmicrofic June 5, word count 485
CW - Homophobia
“Stop it! Stop it!” He repeated, hitting himself on the side of the head with his open palm. “Stop it!” But he couldn’t. Every time he looked at Remus, he wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold him. He wanted to do a hell of a lot more.
“No son of mine will be a homosexual!” His mother had screamed at him when she’d looked inside his head. He’d spent a week locked in his room with nothing but bread and water to sustain him. To this day, he had no idea what she’d seen for her to react like that. He guessed it must have been something to do with Remus, as he was the only one he had these impure thoughts about.
NO! He shouted internally. NO! They aren’t impure! He watched Remus and Lily spinning around the common room as they danced to Sirius’s new record. He smiled at them and found he was biting his lower lip as his eyes followed the sway of Remus’s hips.
A calmness came over him which he slowly realised was acceptance. Acceptance of who he was. Acceptance that he had feelings for Remus. Feelings he’d only had for girls before. Never one to back down from a fight. Sirius jumped to his feet, tearing the memory of his mother and all the internal hatred to shreds as he strode across the room and stole Remus from Lily’s hands.
“Sorry, Lil’s, but it’s my turn,” he said, grinning at her utterly shocked face.
“Fucking finally!” Peter shouted from the sofa by the fireplace. Always the show-off; Sirius did something he’d been wanting to do for quite some time. He stood up on his tiptoes, his fingers curling around the back of Remus’s neck, and slowly lowered his head until their lips were almost touching. He looked into Remus’s eyes, waiting for a cue or something. But then Remus’s hands were tangled in his hair, and their lips met. It was the best kiss of his life.
They pulled away to cheers from their friends and the passing of Galleons amongst them. Clearly they’d made bets. He was surprised, however, when the majority of the gold was passed to Remus.
Remus shrugged. “I know you,” he said simply, and Sirius accepted it, because out of all of them, Remus had always been able to read him like a book, so it was no wonder he’d seen this coming.
Remus pocketed the gold and started swaying them again, leading Sirius across the common room and out the portrait hole and down to the grounds, nipping into the forest and continuing their dancing to the music of the forest. Sirius was so glad that he’d put his shit aside and made a move on Remus because he could tell this was for the long run, and he couldn’t have been happier with the thought of their future together.
@wolfstarmicrofic Pride prompt 5 - Acceptance [word count 454]
"Now, class," Remus looked at the small group of third year students sitting around his office, "any comments on the story? Or just on why I insisted it was our pick for this month's reading?"
"Is it because it's Pride month, Professor Lupin?"
"Quite correct," Remus nodded. "You young people might find it cliché at your age, but I will go to my grave celebrating all we have achieved and are still achieving for the queer community."
"Isn't it also because Forster never published it during his lifetime because he knew the subject matter wouldn't be accepted?"
"Exactly," Remus said. "Maurice is after all a tale of love between two men written at a time when it was impossible to live a queer life openly."
"It's so sad... But he still wrote it with a happy ending."
"He stated he couldn't imagine it without them living happily ever after," Remus explained. "But of course during Forster's lifetime homosexuality was illegal in the UK so he had to think about the possible consequences of publishing it on his own life. Now, it might be blissfully hard for you to imagine such a time, but just think that when I was your age we were still fighting like hell to get some rights and by then almost 70 years had passed since Forster wrote Maurice. And yet acceptance was still a long way off."
"It must have been very hard, Professor."
"But it was worth it," Remus smiled. "Worth it also because now I get to teach queer literature to you all openly instead of just quoting it in safe places in fear of someone hearing me."
"Did you ever refer to yourself as an 'unspeakable', Professor? I found it in the novel and it struck me."
"Ah yes, 'an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde persuasion'," Remus chuckled. "Only as a joke I'm afraid, but it is my husband's favourite lyrical definition of his sexuality."
"Is that the handsome man in the picture?"
Remus looked at the frame on his bookshelf, a laughing Sirius with his arms thrown around Remus's neck, the Wales landscape behind them.
"Yes, that's him," he smiled.
"What does he do? Is he in teaching as well?"
"He's a stay-at-home dad and takes amazing care of our two children," Remus rolled his eyes at the interest. "Coincidentally another thing that wasn't allowed in Forster's lifetime. Now, any other comments on the book?"
As his students started a discussion, he looked once again at the Sirius in the picture. Yes, the 70s and the 80s and even the 90s had been hard. But yes, it had all been worth it just to call Sirius his husband and the father of their children.
Kindness
@wolfstarmicrofic - 256 words
Times were difficult, Remus knew. Danger was closing in from every direction, and distrust, hatred even, was threatening to split them apart. Sometimes he didn't believe Sirius. Sometimes Sirius didn't believe him. Sometimes all that held them together was the fear of being alone. And yet, it was a new low, when Sirius didn't come to bed, sitting in the window instead, staring out into the night, even though Remus had to leave in the morning, and there was no saying if and when he could come back.
“Don't you love me anymore?” he asked in hurt, and Sirius smiled. This careful, horribly painful smile of someone saying goodbye.
“Remus... In times like this loving is not kindness.” He stood and came closer, hovering his hands over the planes of Remus' body. “It's selfish. If I was kind, I'd let you go long ago. But I can't. I love you. Deeply, selfishly, anxiously. I just... try not to make it any harder.”
Remus balled his fists. Not because he wanted to hit anything, but because it felt like he had been. People always told him that Sirius was not that deep, that all he'd ever be was facade. People were so damn stupid. “Come to bed love. I am just as selfish as you, and I want this body next to mine, no matter what.” He didn't even know what was better – the relieved smile, or the weight of another dipping the mattress, until they rolled together like they were meant to be.
@wolfstarmicrofic - asexual - wc: 573
This was it. The moment he had been waiting for three years now.
Remus and him were finally alone, in their dorm, completely unbothered. Sirius felt Remus' hands under his shirt, slowly roaming higher, the cool air hitting his waist. He shivered at the contact. It was fine. This was how it was supposed to be. To be fair, he had imagined the whole 'butterflies in your stomach' thing a bit differently. Right now it felt more like he was on a broom that was falling. But he supposed butterflies was one way to put it.
He let Remus place him down on the bed. Lying was good. Made him a bit less light-headed. Take off clothes, lie on bed, put thing in hole. Another shiver washed over him. It was fine.
"Sirius!" The way Remus said his name made it clear that it wasn't the first time. He seemed worried. Oh no. Sirius had already ruined it.
"Sorry. I was just..." he trailed off. He couldn't very well tell him how wrong it felt. How disappointing it all was. This was the big thing everybody was always yapping about? Maybe it was better when it was actually happening. Or maybe Sirius was doing something wrong.
"You looked like you were on the verge of a panic attack." Remus drew back a bit, kneeling on the bed. Sirius was relieved about the distance.
Breath still shaky, Sirius sat up, drawing his knees to his chest. He felt his penis wobble between his legs. A useless piece of meat. Sometimes its pure existence disgusted him. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm... Am I doing this right? You have more expertise here than me. I'm really just following your lead." He choked out a weak laugh.
Remus drew his eyebrows together slightly, eyeing Sirius. His eyes had changed from heavy with lust to an honest, platonic care. For the first time since they had entered this room, Sirius felt like he could breathe again. Remus loved him. He cared for him.
"Well, it's right if we both feel good doing it. There's really nobody to tell us how to do things. We can just decide what we want or don't want." he shrugged.
"Did it feel good for you?" Sirius asked.
He noticed Remus hesitating. He opened his mouth before thinking better of it, then reconsidering. "It didn't feel like you were entirely... comfortable. It's always important to me that my partners are relaxed and having a good time. But especially with you. You are my best friend above everything and I never want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable."
Sirius felt his body relax with every word. Remus always seemed to know how to talk to him. "I... Yeah. You're right. I felt... Disgusting. Not because of you though," he quickly added, "I... fuck. I love you. And I really, really want this relationship to work. I just... I dunno. It feels weird. All the skin and the spit and... I'm sorry."
Remus moved towards him; carefully, like one would approach an injured animal, trying not to scare it. "How about we leave this be for tonight? You can take a shower, I will get us some tea, and then we can do something with all our clothes on. And we'll talk about this when you're ready."
Quickly, Sirius nodded. It felt like a whole house had been removed from his chest. He could breathe again.
Prompt 4 - Kindness
@wolfstarmicrofic June 4, word count 488
“Today, we’re going to read a book called Kindness,” Sirius said, flicking his wig hair back over his shoulder. Gods, the library was hot today. He could feel his makeup sweating away. By the end of his reading, he was going to look like his face was half melted, not at all the fabulous queen he’d arrived as.
He felt a sudden gust of air blowing across him. The sweet little librarian had moved the fan from behind his desk and positioned it so it was blowing on Sirius.
“Thank you,” he mouthed at the librarian and got on with his reading.
The kids crowded him after, asking for hugs and pictures while their parents chatted to each other. It was one of the best reading days he’d done.
“Sorry, kids, Lady Siri O’Usly needs to go home to her eight cats and her parrot,” Sirius said, carefully extracting the children still clinging to his legs and making sure not to step on any tiny fingers as he walked forward in his stilettos.
“See you next week, my little poppets!” He waved goodbye and headed for the little back room to get changed, winking at the librarian as he passed, swishing his long hair as he went. He swore he saw the librarian’s eyes roll as he smiled fondly and went back to reading his book.
By the time he’d put Lady Siri in her designer bag, the children and their parents had wandered out of the library, leaving it blessingly quiet.
“Same time next week?” he asked the librarian.
“I’m counting on it; the list is even longer than this week, and I’d hate to deal with a herd of upset kids and angry parents. I do not look as good as you in a wig,” he laughed, his honey-coloured eyes shining up at Sirius.
“Oh, darling,” Sirius cooed using his Lady Siri voice, “You just haven’t found the right wig.”
The librarian laughed, ducking his head when a few people looked over at him, scowling at the loud noise. “Tell you what, erm?” He glanced across the desk for some sort of name tag but couldn’t find one.
“Remus,” Remus said helpfully.
“Tell you what, Remus, come over to mine, and you can try on a few of my things. We’ll make a Queen out of you yet.”
Remus blushed profusely, but grabbed a pen and paper and wrote something down.
“My number,” he said as he slid the paper across the desk. “I’m free most nights.”
Sirius’s heart skipped a little beat at how beautiful Remus looked, all shy and blushing.
“Honey, I’m going to be calling you every night.” He winked at Remus and walked out of the library and headed home. He made good on his promise and called Remus that night. They talked for hours. It was the best conversation he’d ever had.
“So,” he asked. “Tomorrow night then?”
“It’s a date.”
@wolfstarmicrofic | Asexual | Word Count: 402
Seven Minutes in Heaven.
"Remus and Sirius!" Marlene’s voice shouted over the loud music of the party, followed by a chorus of rowdy cheers.
Sirius was practically shoved through the door of the broom cupboard, Remus stumbling in right beside him before the lock clicked shut.
The cramped space was plunged into pitch darkness.
"Lumos," Remus murmured. He leaned his shoulders back against the wall, offering a comfortable, easy smile. "Well. We don't have to do anything, obviously. We can just sit here and wait it out."
Sirius leaned against the door, slipping his hands into his pockets. He just looked at his best friend.
This was it. The locked door, the tight space, the boy he was utterly, hopelessly in love with. It was the perfect, cliché setup to step forward, push Remus against the wall, and do exactly what everyone else was doing at the party.
But standing there under the warm wandlight, Sirius realized the thought of making out heavily, of wandering hands and the frantic, sexual heat everyone else chased, just left him feeling completely disconnected. He didn't want to unbutton Remus's pants. He didn't want the hunger or the rush.
Did he want to kiss him? Yes. Absolutely. But not like this. Not forced by a stupid party game and a ticking clock. He wanted their first kiss to happen entirely naturally, in a quiet moment that belonged only to them.
Right now, all Sirius wanted was to hug him. He wanted to squeeze just that little bit tighter so Remus knew he was there, and that he was entirely, unconditionally loved.
"Sirius?" Remus asked softly, his smile faltering just a fraction at the long silence. "Are you alright?"
Sirius pushed off the door, closing the tiny gap between them. His chest felt incredibly light.
"I am," Sirius said, his voice quiet. "I just don't want to play the game. Can I just hold you?"
Remus’s shoulders relaxed instantly, a look of absolute, tender understanding washing over his face.
"Of course," he whispered.
Sirius stepped forward, wrapping his arms securely around Remus’s torso and burying his face in the warm, familiar wool of his jumper. Remus’s free arm immediately came up to wrap around his back, holding him safe and solid.
Sirius closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of him, and squeezed just that little bit tighter. It was exactly what he wanted, and for now, it was perfectly enough.
@wolfstarmicrofic Pride prompt 4 - Kindness [word count 557]
cw: Walburga & Orion's A+ parenting as we say
Sirius remembered a lot of things about the two people who had given him life. How Walburga had insisted he sit and stand straight and didn't move as soon as he had been able to walk. How Orion had told him sharply that the Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black should be seen and not heard as soon as he had been allowed amongst guests. How Orion had always said that one day Sirius would succed him but until then he had every power over him. How Walburga had always told him that even when he would be the Head of the Black Family she would still be there, right by his side, to steer him right.
Most of all, Sirius remembered the hate. It had started to appear on their faces as soon as his own personality had started to slip through the cracks of a too strict education on a rebellious kid. The disgust on Walburga's face every time she looked at his growing hair - long hair was fine, but it had to be tied (preferably with a velvet or silk ribbon) and Sirius's was always loose. The white-hot rage in Orion's eyes every time he dared speak up insolently during a party for the Sacred 28. And he remembered the violence. Orion's Crucio, Walburga's favourite slicing curse, her cracking slaps across his cheeks, his cane hitting him wherever was available, the 58 Howlers screaming he was a disgrace to his bloodline be received his first week at Hogwarts (he would always wonder which strings had McGonagall pulled to make them stop back then), the death threats when somehow despite all his carefulness word got back to Grimmauld Place that he was dating a guy. All the things that had led him to land bloody and barely alive in the Potters' fireplace the summer between fifth and sixth year.
Sirius remembered one specific thing about his parents: their complete, unconditional kindness. How as soon as he had hit the carpet in their living room Monty had gotten up and taken him in his arms instead of just Levitating him to a bedroom. How Effie had stayed with him the whole night healing his wounds, how they had both called his friends so that he would wake up the next day free and to beloved faces. How they had sat him down a couple of weeks later to offer him a permanent place in their home and in their family. And how now, while he was shaking with fear despite Remus's arms around him they were smiling encouragingly at him after walking on the back porch right when he had been kissing his boyfriend.
"I'm... I'm gay," Sirius forced himself to say, looking resolutely at the floor. "We're dating."
"We know, my darling," Effie answered and there was nothing in her tone of the disgust and disappointment he had expected.
"What, you thought we wouldn't notice how you two look at eachother?" Monty laughed.
"Sirius, love, your place in this family has no conditions," Effie passed a hand in his hair. "We love you no matter what, and we only want you to be happy."
And for the first time in his life, Sirius cried because out there and for once very close to him, there were adults capable of kindness.
Gay Agenda
@wolfstarmicrofic - 155 words
Muggleborn could be weird. Sirius would never fully understand them. He got along with Evans just fine, she was the happy exception, but otherwise they just didn't click with him. For example, Kevin Johnson from Ravenclaw constantly nagged him, ever since he had seen Sirius and Remus kiss in a broom closet, and it was getting ridiculous, for he had cursed the stupid dumbass half a dozen time already, and he still wouldn't shut up about some “gay agenda”.
“Listen, sucker,” Sirius grouched at last, bar all other ideas to get Johnson off his back. “The only gay agenda I know of is getting into Remus Lupin's pants. And if you don't stop bothering me about it...” He took a hint from the green that spread in Johnson's face. “I'll make sure you get a seat in the first row.”
Apparently he understood Muggleborns better than he had assumed. Johnson didn't bother him again.
@wolfstarmicrofic | asexual | WC 152
Cw crude innuendos
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“Remus is getting dicked down tonight, eh, Sirius? Or is it the other way round?”
“How’s that old bed of yours holding up, Sirius? Ayyyyyy.”
“Oooh, look at those two. I guess that’s our cue to leave boys, heh heh heh.”
“What do you think?” Remus raised his eyebrows as echoes of tipsy flatmates faded out of earshot, turning to Sirius sarcastically.
“I’m so fucking sick of it,” Sirius muttered, throwing a sponge into the sink and turning to lean moodily against it. “I’m fucking sick of the assumptions and the jokes. It’s rude, and presumptive, and I’m sick of it.”
Remus sighed. “They mean well. They’re trying to be inclusive. They just… don’t get it. Can’t understand.”
“I don’t care, I hate it, I hate it. Our sex lives or lack thereof aren’t their business and I’m fucking done.”
“Come here, darling.” Remus opened his long arms and tucked Sirius up against his side.
“…done.” Sirius mumbled into Remus’s jumper.
Remus sighed. “Yeah. Me too.”
Prompt 2 - Ace/Asexual
@wolfstarmicrofic June 2, word count 994
Remus was starting to think there was something wrong with him. All his friends were pairing off, and he wasn’t. He had zero desire to be necking some bird in a broom cupboard or worse. He understood the fundamentals of sex, but the desire to try it out for himself hadn’t happened yet, not like everyone else, at least. He was sure any day now he’d feel the desire they all went on about, but right now he was just happy to be with his friends.
The party was only small, intimate. Sixth years only. They were sitting in a circle with an empty butterbeer bottle in the middle. James leaned forward and spun it. It landed on Lily, so they leaned across the circle and kissed, in front of everybody. Remus’s collar suddenly felt too tight. He didn’t want to do this. Why had he been so stupid to sit with them? Because there hadn’t been another option. No one else had sat out. Lily spun the bottle, and it landed on Sirius. She wrinkled her nose at him, but still gave him a quick peck. Now it was Sirius’s turn. Remus watched as the brown glass bottle spun around, the neck pointing at everyone in turn, slowing down with each rotation until it landed on him. He was going to be sick.
There must have been something of his fear in his eyes as Sirius paused.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said gently. Remus felt his cheeks turn beet red. Everyone was watching. “Remus,” Sirius’s soft voice broke through his panic. Sirius leaned over the gap, and Remus’s heart thudded frantically. Sirius’s cool grey eyes assessed him, and a fond smile curved his lips. He reached down for Remus’s hand and placed a kiss on the back of his hand. Remus let out a long breath of relief and quickly took Sirius’s hand and copied the movement. That he could do. That was fine. He grinned up at Sirius, who winked at him, and he felt himself blushing again. “My turn again!” Sirius boomed and spun the bottle before anyone could protest. “PETER! GIVE US A SNOG!!!” And he launched himself at Peter, taking all the attention away from Remus.
Later that evening, Sirius plonked himself beside Remus, snuggling into his side and pulling one of Remus’s arms around him. He loved this. Loved the closeness. If he could have this all the time, he’d be beyond happy, but no one wanted that, did they? They’d always want more. More he couldn’t give.
“Love you, Moony,” Sirius sighed, nuzzling against his neck.
“Love you, too, Pads,” Remus returned, his hand lazily stroking Sirius’s arm.
“Moony?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I sleep with you tonight?”
Remus’s heart thudded as dread flooded his system. “Not like that. Merlin, Moony, your heart’s about to beat out of your chest. I meant sleep, as in snoring into your ear.”
His heart settled down again.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Moony?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you like this?”
“What?”
“The cuddling?”
“Yeah. It’s nice.”
Sirius nodded as though something he’d said had just made some sort of sense to him.
“But you don’t want to like shag me or kiss me?”
His heart thundered again, his mouth suddenly dry as he tried to find words to describe how he felt. “Don’t worry, Moony. Your heart answered for you.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“Not feeling the way everyone else does.”
“Do I seem bothered?”
Remus pulled away and looked at him.
“No,” he said slowly.
“That’s because I’m not. We’re all made differently, Remus, and I love you just the way you are.”
He had no idea what came over him, but his lips were suddenly on Sirius’s, and he was having his first kiss.
It was nice, not mind-blowing like everyone kept saying, but he thought he liked it.
“Thank you,” Sirius said, holding still while Remus processed what he’d just done. He’d kissed Sirius. Sirius, whom he’d known for years and been closer to than anyone else. He looked over at their friends and imagined kissing any of them. He felt ill even trying to imagine it.
“I don’t want to kiss anyone else!” He blurted out, feeling his cheeks heat again.
“Okay, that’s fine.”
“And I don’t want to have sex, like at all.”
Sirius’s eyebrows might have lifted a fraction, but the movement was so minute that Remus wasn’t sure.
“Okay. Like with anyone? Even me?”
Remus thought about it hard; his mind shied away from it all. He didn’t want that.
“Even you,” he said quietly, knowing that any second Sirius would leave him to go off with Mary or someone.
“But cuddling and maybe a bit of kissing would be fine by you?” Sirius asked; he seemed to be very interested in how Remus felt all of a sudden.
“Yeah. I think, yeah,” Remus nodded. The thought of kissing Sirius didn’t repulse him as the thought of kissing others did.
“Wanna go out?”
Remus blinked a few times, stunned. He’d been asked out by a few people, always saying no immediately, but with Sirius, he paused.
“I can’t—”
“I know, I’m not asking for that, just this,” he gestured to the way they were cuddling, “and you know the odd kiss when you’re in the mood.”
Remus wanted to cry. No one had ever got him as Sirius did.
“Okay then,” he said shyly, and Sirius smiled his darling smile at him before snuggling back into his side, pulling Remus’s arm tighter around him. Remus smiled uncontrollably down at Sirius. He couldn’t believe that was alright with his weird ways. Maybe he wasn’t as odd as everyone had always told him he was. Sirius against him felt perfect, and without the pressure of sex, he felt for once he could be himself. He kissed the top of Sirius’s head and snuggled up against his boyfriend.
coming out - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 265
"I think I'm gay."
Sirius said the full sentence in a rush, avoiding James's eyes as he did so. The relief that flooded him when he finished the words was instant, but fear still pumped through his veins as he worried over his best friend's reaction.
But James just stared at him. "I...okay?"
Sirius blinked, heart hammering faster. "I....I'm gay," he said again, wondering if James'd heard him properly.
"Alright. And?" the taller boy prompted, confusion on his bespectacled face.
He snorted in annoyance. "D'you, like...know what that means?"
"Yeah, you like dick! What's your point?" James asked bluntly, shaking his head a little.
Sirius gaped. "My point is...is that! I'm gay!"
"And I'm a Gryffindor! Are we just saying facts about ourselves that are obvious?" James asked incredulously, a little grin on his face as he raised his hands in a shrug.
But now Sirius was utterly taken aback. "You...you knew?"
James chuckled. "Mate, you're not exactly what I'd call subtle. You and Moony are all over each other all the time, flirting something disgusting! I mean, I assume that's why you're telling me, right? You two've finally gotten your shit together and shagged proper?"
"I–what? No! Prongs, I finally just realized yesterday that I like Moony at all! You–you're saying he–we–flirt? What?" Sirius gasped, his whole world flipping on its head once again.
And the boy in front of him broke into a giant smile, like Christmas had come early. "Oh, Padfoot. Padfoot, Padfoot, Padfoot. We have so much to discuss."
It was confusing, Sirius decided. Being gay.
@wolfstarmicrofic Pride prompt 1 - Coming Out [word count 542]
It was bound to happen. Years of pining, years of watching Sirius move from girlfriend to girlfriend, years to accept that at least until they finished Hogwarts he would keep being in love with him. And to top it all off, it was April 1st. So, when Sirius finished telling him he fancied him, Remus burst out laughing.
"April Fool's, nice one Pads," he said, doing his very best not to listen to his heart shattering somewhere.
"What? Oh no, fuck, I didn't even look at the date Moony!" Sirius groaned.
"Yeah, sure, like I'm going to believe one of the best pranksters of our year," Remus scoffed, pointing at the empty dorm. "Are Prongs amd Wormy hidden under the Cloak somewhere?"
"No, they're on the Quidditch pitch, they knew I had something important to talk to you about... And anyway it isn't even a funny prank, why would I do something like this?"
"Ego boost?" Remus shrugged. "Making sure you have all the girls and all the gay guys fall at your feet?"
"Not even I am that self-centred!"
Remus raised a single eyebrow and Sirius groaned.
"I had so many possible scenarios in my head about how this could go... You not believing me wasn't one."
"You dated four different girls in the past three months and now not only I'm supposed to believe you like guys all of a sudden but me?"
"Have you been skipping your self-esteem sessions with Pete?" Sirius frowned, then he sighed, sitting down on Remus's bed. "I... I think I'm bi, actually."
Something got stuck in Remus's throat, something tasting disgustingly like hope. He swallowed.
"Bi?"
"Bisexual people exist Moony, don't be bigoted."
"I know they exist, it's just... You never said anything."
Sirius shook his head and Remus got closer.
"How long have you known?"
"I think since me and Prongs started practicing kissing back in third year," Sirius snorted. "Not a very straight thing to do, you know?"
"No, not really," Remus chuckled, memories of his two tries of practicing kissing with Lily since given their zero attraction to the other's gender it wouldn't count coming back.
"But then I started going out with girls, so I forced myself to stop thinking about it..."
"But you liked them, right?"
"Oh yes, absolutely. But the truth is, no matter how much I like them or am attracted to them, I am in love with you."
"Me?" Remus's voice was strangled.
"I think since the moment I got sorted into Gryffindor and I was sitting at the table in the Great Hall, wishing I would drop dead before my parents found out and you got sorted and immediately marched to my side and took my hand in yours. I felt safe then."
"Sirius..." Remus's hands moved of their own accord, taking Sirius's. "I love you too."
"You do?"
"Since the second I opened the door compartment on our very first ride to Hogwarts I think."
"Five whole years."
Remus looked down at their hands intertwined, the sight almost unbelievable.
"We've lost so much time," he whispered.
"No, we haven't," Sirius got closer. "And in any case, let's not waste another second."
Remus didn't even have time to think before Sirius's lips were on his.
Blindfold
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“No peeking, yeah?” Sirius carefully flattened the blindfold over Remus' eyes, before taking his hand. He was totally capable to make him blind with magic, and chose not to, which made this a test of trust, and one that Remus intended to pass by all means.
“No peeking. Promise.” Clumsily he followed Sirius, heavily leaning on his arm. It was a longer way than he had expected, and he quickly lost orientation, even when they had started in the centre of Diagon Alley. “Can I look now?”
Sirius adjusted something. “Now.”
With a sigh of relief Remus took of the blindfold. At first he saw nothing, dazzled by the brightness of the day, but the longer he looked, the stronger the smile that spread on his face. “That's... yours?”
“Ours,” Sirius corrected, pointing out the little shop in front of them, a cafe. “And that, and that, and that?” All around them, shopfronts gained a different meaning. A maker of magical trinkets for children, a resale shop, a potion maker. “Not the greatest start as a landlord, I grant it.” Sirius shrugged. “But it was affordable, and we can help them better their lives. And ours on top.” It was such a wonderful idea.
“You said we'd be working.”
Sirius grinned. “There is a lot to fix. I can't do it all on my own.” By the look of the storefront it would take them a few years. Remus found he didn't mind.
