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In case you weren’t aware, sting rays are basically puppies.
oh hey I know these guys! they’re in a little tide pool at the Monterrey Bay Aquarium and they’re super sweet. If they see you standing next to the pool they’ll jump up out of the water and splash you until you pet them
Flat wet cats of the sea
I’m such a “idc how tired I am, I’m not going to sleep until you text me you’re home safe” type bitch
I'm gay
Since everyone is coming out, including my beautiful Cara Delevingne and Ashley Benson, I want to do it here properly too. I'm gay yall and in July I'll be with my girlfriend for 9 months 💖 I can talk about her whole day and I love her with my whole heart
Hi yes so you mentioned that you have a head canon of Remus teaching Sirius to kiss, do you think you could write more about it?
Kiss
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It was all James’ fault that Sirius was looking at Remus Lupins perfect, pink lips. If the stupid git hadn’t suggested that stupid game of truth or dare then he would have never known how experienced Remus was in the world of kissing.
And how inexperienced he was.
“Hey, Pads, quit day dreaming over Moony’s lips and help me with this prank.”
“Piss off, Prongs. I’m not daydreaming.”
James just laughed and gave Sirius a wink. Sirius gave James a tight-lipped smile, knowing that his friend was joking but wondering what James’ reaction would be if he knew that Sirius actually was mooning over Moony…
It was ridiculous, really. He couldn’t focus on anything except for the werewolf’s stupid lips. He couldn’t understand why. Perhaps it was the fact that Remus had kissed many people—guys and girls—and Sirius hadn’t kissed anyone.
Sure, he had a reputation of being a ladies man, but Sirius wasn’t even sure how he got that title. He’d never been with a girl before or anyone for that matter. Many people wanted to get with Sirius but he was never willing to actually do anything with anyone.
Until now.
Now, he desperately wanted to feel Remus’ lips on his own. Surely it would be good due to Remus’ knowledge. But, then again, maybe it would be bad because of Sirius’ lack of knowledge.
It was confusing for Sirius to say the least.
“I’m going back to the dorm. I think I’m getting sick. Sorry, Prongs.”
Sirius bolted from the trophy room passageway where he and James had been hiding away in order to construct the perfect prank to pull on McGonagall before his mate could even object. He practically ran through to the Gryffindor common room before quickly ascending the staircase to the boys dormitory.
He quickly walked into the dorm and shut the door, hoping to find something to distract his mind from thinking of–
“Oh, hey! There you are! I was wondering where you and Prongs had gone. Peter left me for Mary so I’ve been sitting up here all alone.” Remus said, smiling up at Sirius from where he was sitting on his bed with a book open on his lap.
“Oh.”
Remus furrowed his eyebrows, finding Sirius’ behavior a bit strange. He was usually so talkative but, lately Sirius had been quiet. Especially around him, Remus noticed.
“Is something the matter?”
Sirius didn’t really know what to say to that. Of course something was the matter. He couldn’t stop day dreaming about kissing one of his best friends. And the worst thing about it was that Remus always knew when something was up with Sirius so he couldn’t even hide it.
“Nothing I can’t handle, Moons.”
“Alright…it’s just that…did I do something? Because you’ve been acting strange around me lately.”
Remus had stood up now, and was walking cautiously toward Sirius, who was still standing by the door. Sirius could not help but notice the way Remus’ tongue flicked out and wetted his lips slightly, an action that he seems to do whenever he’s nervous.
“No. Of course not, Rem.”
“Well then what is it?”
Sirius knew he wouldn’t be able to convince Remus that everything was fine until he told him the truth. But there was no way he was going to confess his feelings like this, so he said the first thing he could think of.
“I haven’t kissed anyone.”
Remus blinked, a bit surprised at this answer. He had heard girls whisper about how great a kisser Sirius Black was and so Remus just assumed his friend had…got around. It didn’t ever occur to him that everything he had heard could just be rumors. Sirius was, of course, very good looking and so it made sense for people to make up fantasies about him.
“Oh. Well, that’s okay.”
“No, it’s…it’s not okay because I don’t have experience and the person I’d like to kiss has lots of experience and–“ Sirius stopped abruptly, afraid he had already said too much. He eyed Remus carefully, waiting for a reaction when Remus suggested something Sirius never expected.
“I could help you.”
“What?”
“I could help you. Teach you, I guess. How to kiss, I mean.”
Sirius was shell shocked. Remus was offering to kiss him. How could he say no? This opportunity was all Sirius could think about for days and now it’s here and Remus is offering.
“Yeah?”
Remus nodded, feeling a bit thrilled over the idea of kissing Sirius. About showing him the ropes. About being his first…
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
Sirius stood completely still as Remus moved even closer, until they were just centimeters apart. Remus could see the small scar Sirius had slashing across his eyebrow. A scar from one of Orion’s rings. Sirius could see the tiny freckles that danced across Remus’ nose that you otherwise would not notice.
“Just…relax a bit. I’m going to bring my hand up to steady you. That’s a good way to start.” Remus instructed. Sirius nodded and took a deep breath as Remus’ hand came up to cup the side of his cheek.
“Is this okay?”
Sirius nodded. Remus’ voice had dropped to a low whisper that sent chills up his spine.
Remus nodded, “Okay. I’m going to kiss you now. Just lightly. You don’t want to be too eager the first go around.”
And with that, Remus leaned forward ever so slightly before tilting Sirius’ head up and pressing his lips lightly onto the other boys.
It was an innocent, soft and gentle kiss and Sirius felt as though he was flying. The way Remus held his face in his hands and he pressed deeper into the kiss made Sirius’ heart race. Remus himself was feeling quite excited as well. He had had his fair share of kisses but none of them compared to kissing Sirius, who completely lost himself in the kiss rather than pushing it too far too fast.
Remus pulled away far too soon for Sirius’ liking.
“How was that?”
“Good.” Sirius said, feeling a bit light headed.
“Okay. Should we try something…more?” Remus couldn’t believe he had asked such a question. But, he was feeling quite bold and quite like he wanted to kiss Sirius again so why not?
“Yeah. Of course.”
Remus nodded again and this time pressed his lips firmly against Sirius’ taking him by surprise. He opened his mouth slightly to nibble on Sirius’ bottom lip, causing the other boy to moan in pleasure. Remus smirked against his lips before pulling away.
“Yeah…that’s a good move as well.”
“Yeah, it is.” Sirius said with a smile. Remus just smirked and looked down at his shoes. He had enjoyed kissing Sirius, but he didn’t want to seem too aggressive.
“So, uh, who is it that you’re worried about kissing?” He asked, trying to distract himself from pouncing on Sirius again. Sirius blinked and then started to laugh.
“What?” Remus asked. “What is it?”
“Well, I’m not worried anymore.”
“Oh, I’m that good a teacher?”
Sirius laughed a bit and stepped towards Remus, closing the distance between them again and looked up into the other boys’ eyes.
“That, and it’s you who I have been wanting to snog.”
Remus grinned and pulled Sirius into another kiss, with no plans of stopping the lesson this time.
*****
gosh i love this headcanon.
thank you for being so patient with me and thank you for the ask! hope you enjoy this!
request & asks are open
💗- kat
Cursed school presentations? Thank you!
I hate presentations 😂but who doesn’t?
That shrek one is threatening
How’d y'all leave out this one?
Brothers in arms
posting your fic on AO3 like
my favorite American holiday is the one where we have a gopher predict the weather
the gopher has spoken
What did he say?
“Trans Rights”
Harry: i don’t get girls, they’re crazy. please give some advice before i go crazy
Sirius: have you tried kissing guys instead?
Harry: what?
Sirius: it worked for me
Harry: wait what
Sirius: I’m gay
Harry: what?
Sirius: totally gay. completely gay. just look at me and remus!
Harry: you and remus?
Sirius: for years.
Harry: so remus is gay?
Sirius: no, no, he likes women too. he’s bi. i’m gay
Harry: and you two are together. right?
Sirius: exactly
Harry:
Sirius: but have you tried?
Are those whiskers?
Pairing: Wolfstar
Warnings: Drinking, mild smut, all the feels
Remus was cold, again. Even under his bed covers and surrounded by books. It was as if the transition had sapped the warmth from his body, even days later. He drew the covers closer and tried to ignore the empty feeling in his bones. His eyes were beginning to droop closed, and he might even have fallen asleep if it weren’t for that thumping noise drawing closer and closer. “YOU!” The dormitory door screeched in protest as it banged open. Books and papers slid across his duvet as the curtains of his four poster bed were whipped open. “Where have you been?! I’ve been looking for you all night!” The deep voice bordered on theatrical. Remus didn’t have to look to know who it was.
Instead he dived to save the large tome that was about to fall on Sirius’s foot.
“I think you have the answer to that one Pads, I’ve been here.” “And what have you been doing here?!” Accused Sirius, unperturbed.
Remus looked about the room, affronted. “I thought I’d work on the map…Sirius, have you been drinking?” Questioned Remus, frowning slightly.
“Of course I’ve been drinking Moons.” Sirius’s voice had become a little throaty, Remus thought. It sounded kind of good.
Sirius swung around the four poster bed, and Remus just about managed to sweep the rest of his books aside before he collapsed on top of the bed, sighing deeply.
Remus was suddenly aware that he was wearing little more than a pair of boxers under the sheets. “The question is, why weren’t you drinking Moony? You're missing the party of the year. I only left because I couldn’t find you.” Remus concentrated on piling the books onto his bedside table. “Pads, what party are you talking about?” He said to his nightstand. Sirius rolled onto his stomach, pushing Remus across the bed and propping up his head on his hands. Remus did his best to ignore the way he could feel Sirius’s warmth at his side, even through the sheets. “Sirius, what party?” Remus pushed, if only to distract himself. “What party?!” Sirius’s exclamation turned into a frown, as he fell deep in thought. “Actually…it was sort of impromptu…” He admitted. “I’m not entirely sure how I got there if I’m honest.” Sirius’s eyebrows knitted together. An exasperated smile was creeping across Remus’s face. “And…why do you have…I mean, are those cat whiskers?” Sirius gasped and nodded somberly, drawing himself even closer, so that Remus could see the smudged face paint quite clearly. “I saw those two Hufflepuffs we tricked into doing our potions essay last week….I needed a disguise.” Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if he expected Remus to be impressed. Remus couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips. “Yeah, well… they don’t suit you. You’re a dog, remember?”
Sirius slapped a hand across his face, as if he’d somehow managed to forget this fact about himself.
“By all means” He smirked, “take them off.”
Remus smiled, he couldn’t help it. “Maybe I will.”
He reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a towel and wetting it with his wand. “Stay still.”
Sirius smirked, pushing back his hair and closing his eyes ceremoniously.
For a moment the thought flickered across Remus’s mind that it would take just a few centimetres for him to close the gap between their lips.
Instead he sighed and pressed the towel to Sirius’s face. His free hand drifted to Sirius’s jaw, holding him in place. It was hard not to spread his fingers out, not to slide his hand back and lose it in Sirius’s hair. To pull him forward and…
Remus shook his head and moved to the other cheek, working quickly now.
When he moved his hand away Sirius followed. Did he imagine that, or did Sirius just lean his face into his cupped palm? Remus stayed frozen, mesmerized by the trust of Sirius’s closed eyes.
He dropped the towel, and took the liberty of running his fingers across Sirius’s newly clean cheeks. When his eyes flickered open Remus dropped his hands guiltily.
“All done.”
Sirius smiled. “Back to my beautiful self.”
Remus’s snort was quickly replaced by a gasp as Sirius rolled over and wriggled under the covers. Suddenly Sirius’s body was against his bare skin. Sirius was in his bed. Remus tried to control his erratic heartbeat, but he was only wearing boxers and Sirius was in. his. bed. Tingles burned across his skin as an oblivious boy flicked off his shoes and socks.
“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?!” He asked, throwing his head onto the pillow dangerously close to Remus’s face and staring at the ceiling. “I…I thought our beds were the same.” Muttered Remus weakly. He was suddenly intensely aware of how the back of his hand was brushing up against Sirius’s. “Nope, yours is definitely better than mine.” Sirius said decidedly, letting out a contented sigh. After a few minutes pause, in which Remus tried desperately to control his heartbeat, he broke the silence. “So…you’re just going to sleep here are you?” He tried to keep his tone light as he stared determinedly at the ceiling. “If you want me to move…” Sirius yawned, clearly crashing after his busy night, “…you’ll have to make me.” He turned his face towards Remus and closed his eyes, putting out the light with a lazy flick of his wrist. Remus didn’t want Sirius to go anywhere, so he kept his mouth shut. If he stopped staring at the ceiling and turned his face sideways he would be practically nose to nose with Sirius, and he couldn’t decide if that was a brilliant idea, or a terrible one. Remus closed his own eyes and sighed. There was a comfortable fuzz of warmth and tiredness creeping over them.
The back of Sirius’s hand was still touching his, and one of his legs was now hooked over Remus’s. There was a steady wave of tingles rolling back and forth across Remus’s body, and he thanked Merlin Sirius hadn’t taken any clothes off, because he was pretty sure his body would have exploded. “You’re drunk.” He murmured, as much for himself as Sirius. “Not as drunk as you think I am.” Came the low reply.
Remus’s heart leapt, but his mouth couldn’t quite form any words. Sirius lapsed into a sleepy silence, until, quite naturally, Remus turned his face to the side. Even though his eyes were firmly shut, he could feel Sirius’s hot breath on his lips. Sirius must have felt him too, but he didn’t move an inch. Was he asleep? Was he just drunk? It was then Remus realized that their fingers had become intertwined. It was subtle, almost accidental, but it couldn’t be a mistake. Could it? With his heart in his mouth, Remus made the tiniest of movements, dragging his pinky finger in the smallest of circles across Sirius’s skin. Sirius’s wordless reply came quickly, as he mirrored his movements with his thumb, which had found its way to the top of Remus’s thigh. Nerves and pure excitement coiled in Remus’s chest. Was this really happening? He couldn’t be mistaking these signs. Still, no words passed between the boys, and Remus stayed frozen to the pillow. But the tension in his chest kept building as the circles Sirius was teasing on his upper thigh grew bigger and bolder. With each circle he knew he couldn’t be mistaking it.
This was it. He had to do it. He wanted to do it, Merlin he wanted to do it so badly. Hiding behind closed eyes, he inched his lips closer and closer, pulse hammering in his ears. It took almost a full minute until Remus was so close he couldn’t possibly go back. Still, he wasn’t quite sure who closed the gap, but it was happening.
Sirius’s lips were soft, teasing. Remus felt the tension in his chest expand into something like euphoria. He was lost in Sirius’s musky smell, the soft feel of his hair, the press of his body, his lips, Merlin his lips. Why hadn’t he been doing this his whole life?
Remus all but moaned in protest when Sirius broke the kiss.
“Finally. Merlin, I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you.” Sirius said, his voice deep and raspy.
Remus tried to form words, but Sirius’s hand was travelling along his waist, tugging their hips closer together. What left Remus’s mouth was more like a growl.
Sirius let out a chuckle that was quickly stifled by a kiss as Remus’s hand slid to his face. He leant into the touch, releasing a wave of something excitement that flooded every nerve in Remus’s body. He was greedy now, every inch of Sirius was a too-long forbidden place he could finally explore.
Their mouths came together harder and more desperately this time, and after a few moments Remus tugged at Sirius’s bottom lip, sucking and grazing his teeth over the soft skin. Before he knew it he’d let out another soft growl of satisfaction. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured. Sirius’s grin was visible even in the half darkness. “Oh I might have an idea.” He replied, sliding on top of Remus and grinding gently onto his hips.
He leant down to Remus’s ear, “There are a few things I’ve been waiting to do to you.”
When Sirius’s fingers reached down past the soft waistband of his boxers, Remus took in a sharp breath. His face must have betrayed him, because the corners of Sirius’ mouth fell.
Sirius pressed his hand flat against Remus’s chest, and he was sure Sirius could feel his frantic heartbeat underneath it.
“Tell me this doesn’t feel right.” Said Sirius, his voice edged and desperate.
He leant down, pushing Remus further into the soft bed, and pressing his lips to the skin of his neck.
“Tell me this doesn’t feel right, and I’ll stop.” He breathed.
Remus shook his head, fighting hard not to let himself go “You’re drunk.”
Sirius drew back, focusing a long hard stare into Remus’s eyes.
“A little.” He rasped, sliding backward and pulling Remus into a sitting position.
Sirius slid his hands around Remus’s neck, pressing their foreheads together and concentrating very hard on slowing his breathing.
“Yeah.” He breathed. “I’m a little, little bit tipsy. But I’ve been thinking about kissing you for seven years. And I’m not sure I can wait another seven seconds.”
Sirius pulled away just far enough that he could focus on Remus’s face in the dim light.
“But if you ask me to I will.”
Remus stared at the boy in front of him. He already knew his world had shifted.
He pressed a thumb into Sirius’s lip, trying to convince himself this was real.
“Promise me you’ll feel the same in the morning, Sirius.”
Warm hands cupped Remus’s face, forcing his eyes back to the grey pools in front of him.
“I promise, Remus” The way Sirius said his name already had Remus leaning forward, grabbing a handful of his soft shirt, kissing whatever skin he could reach, but Sirius didn’t stop.
“I promise.” He murmured into Remus’s neck. “I promise.” He breathed as his lips brushed against his ear.
“I think I’ll feel this way for the rest of my life.”
If The Marauders were Still Alive (headcannons)
(In response to an ask)
-If they were still alive…
•When Harry got his Hogwarts letter James immediately ripped it open without even showing it to Harry because he was just so excited for his son. Without even acknowledging Harry’s presence or Lily’s laughter, he just sits cris-crossed on the floor making little comments about Harry’s school supply list.
“What? You don’t have to read {insert book title}. It was the best! Don’t worry Harry, you can borrow my old copy, though it may have some old doodles in it from Sirius-”
•When Harry is really young he thinks that they have a dog because whenever Sirius is over he turns into his Animagus form and he’s over at the Potters’ so much that it’s kinda hard not to think that.
And James, Lily, Remus and Peter go along with it and one dayJames brings home a bright pink glittery dog collar and asks little Harry to put it on ‘Snuffles’. Harry does it and even though Sirius hates it, he keeps it on because he loves Harry so much (Remus like it too, but for *coughs* other reasons).
•When Harry turns eleven and has to go to Diagon Alley, It’s not just James and Lily that take him shopping, it’s the whole damn Marauders squad. They’re just casually walking through the streets and suddenly someone starts clapping for them, and then more people join in and it turns into just the whole street clapping for the Marauders because most of them remember hearing tales about what the group did, and many parents were friends of theirs.
Needlessly to say James and Sirius take a dramatic bow while Remus and Lily are looking at each other like
“These are the people we chose to marry”
And Peter is just laughing along and buying Harry a chocolate frog off of a street witch while Harry asks him why all those people are clapping for them. Peter just chuckles and goes “We had a bit of a reputation at school”
•When Harry goes into Madam Malkin’s and sees Draco, James immediately steps in front of his son as if to protect him.
“What’s wrong, Dad?”
“There’s a Malfoy there… can’t mistake him. I remember his father-”
But then Lily comes over and whispers in his ear
“Remember Sirius’s parents? They were awful people but look how Sirius turned out?” They look out the shop window to see Sirius with his arm around Remus’s shoulders sitting on a bench in conversation with Peter.
“You’re right”
And James himself introduces Harry to Draco, and the two immediately hit it off.
•Just before Harry is about to leave for Hogwarts, the Marauders get together (without Lily, because she’d definitely disapprove) and tell Harry all the stories they can. Harry just sits there in wonder like
‘How will I ever live up to that’
But at the end of the night, James goes and gets a box out of his room and puts it in Harry’s hands.
“This is yours now. Use it well.”
Harry opens the box and it’s the invisibility cloak. Remus then takes the Marauder’s Map out and shows Harry how to use it, then hands it over (“use it responsibly”)
•When Harry comes home for winter break he talks about how great Gryffindor is and his best friends Ron and Hermione, but also about Draco from Slytherin and how he has “the prettiest hair and his eyes sparkle-” and Remus and Sirius just give each other knowing looks.
And he’s about to say something else after talking about his classes but hesitates; everyone asks him about it, but he denies everything.
•He goes back to school after winter break and some time after his second Quidditch match as the youngest seeker in a century, one morning at breakfast he gets a howler.
He knows fully well what it is because he grew up in a house with the Marauders who liked to send them back and forth for fun-
“WILL YOU PASS THE SALT?”
“I CAN’T THROW PETER THAT FAR!”
But anyway, he gets one and looks at his friends and then at Draco across the hall because he’s absolutely terrified an doesn’t know what he did. Eventually (with much convincing) he opens it.
“HARRY JAMES POTTER! HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME THAT YOU MADE THE QUIDDITCH TEAM?
YOUR MOTHER AND I ARE SO PROUD OF YOU HOLY SHI-” and then it’s Lily’s voice.
“Harry, sweetie we’re so proud of you! You must’ve gotten some of James’s talent-” (you can hear James going crazy in the background; knocking stuff over and generally screaming like a psychopath) “where James got his, I have no idea”
And then it’s just Remus, Sirius and Peter going crazy (yes, even Moony).
When it finally ends, the great hall just sits stunned for a moment, before Dumbledore starts slow clapping and everyone joins in. All the teachers are just rolling their eyes because they definitely remember the Marauders. About 5 seconds later the Potters’ owl flies in with a new Nimbus 2000 and a note that says ‘Don’t tell your mother’
•Harry bringing Draco home in their 5th year to meet his parents over Christmas break, and when he goes home Harry has to remind his parents and uncles that “No, we aren’t dating! That’s absolutely absurd!” And everyone just looking at each other like ‘yeah, sure kid’
•Harry choosing to be a pro Quidditch player as his profession after admitting to his parents that he snuck out one night with Ron, Hermione and Draco to go try out for Puddlemore United because they had just lost their seeker and he made the team.
And James and Sirius crying with pride because their little Harry is going to be a world famous Quidditch player.
“There won’t be a person alive who doesn’t know his name” James said while ruffling his son’s hair.
•Harry in his 6th year asking Remus when he knew he was gay and coming out to Moony and Padfoot as Bi and both of them going
“Yeah, we know”
And Harry just looking so surprised and then telling them that he and Draco started dating in October and that he wanted to have him for Christmas but didn’t want to tell his dad why, and James (who was under the invisibility cloak)
“Yeah, sure he can come. But no sex after 11 pm.”
And Harry screaming like a girl from surprise and then sputtering like an idiot in response to the sex comment.
•Peter taking Harry to honeydukes before he was allowed to go with his school and Peter just completely spoiling him and buying so much that they can hardly get it home.
They sneak through the house to get to Harry’s room but meet James in the middle, who of course joins them.
They open the door to Harry’s room just to find Remus and Lily sitting on the bed with the most bored expressions on their faces. Harry looks down in shame and drops all the candy on the floor, but Lily just raises an eyebrow and goes
“Well? Aren’t you going to share?” An everyone eating their fill of candy just on Harry’s bed, and Sirius taking all the good stuff and running from the room and everyone chasing him around the house.
•When Harry turns seventeen the Marauder’s teach him to become an Animagus (and get registered). James is incredibly proud when he turns out to have a stag Animagus form as well.
Draco being terrified because he walks into Harry’s room over summer break and there’s a fucking deer casually chilling on his boyfriend’s bed like what
And Ron riding on Harry’s back to make a stupidly grand entrance picking Hermione up from her house in the middle of a muggle neighborhood
•Just the Marauders being alive please and thank you
STOP WITH THE WOLFSTAR YOURE MAKING ME SO EMOTIONALLLLLL (pls keep going I love it)
strolls back in after months of not posting because i heard my wolfstar was making people emotional, and i also heard “keep going” so….
they only slept together seven times
(not slept together, they’d like you to know that they did those things many times, thank you very much)
no, Sirius and Remus only fell asleep in each other’s arms seven times
the first was during the summer after their third year
when they were at the Potters’ for a week and fell asleep under the stars with James and Peter by their side
James knew at the time why Sirius curled closer to Remus and flung an arm across the other boy’s chest
Sirius didn’t understand yet
but he did the second time, when he crept into the hospital wing after a particularly bad full moon at the end of fourth year
“i can’t sleep with other people, i’m a light sleeper” Remus had muttered as he tried to push the boy away
“shut up, you need me tonight and i refuse to fall asleep in that bloody chair,” Sirius said as he made a space for himself on the bed
Sirius wondered, as he waited for Remus’ breath to even out, if the pounding of his heart would kill him before morning
it didn’t, thankfully
they didn’t sleep together again until the first night of their seventh year
when Remus was awoken by the nightmare Sirius was having across the room and- despite his struggle to sleep with others- crawled into his friend’s bed and wrapped his arms tightly around him
the next morning Sirius told him about the nightmares of his family
Remus told him about his inability to sleep deeply ever since the attack
“i’ll stop bothering you then,” Sirius said
“you never bother me”
and Remus kissed him softly in that bed, in the tangle of sheets and morning light that filtered in between the curtains
but still Sirius was aware of what Remus had said and tried to do what would make his boyfriend (holy shit) comfortable
they didn’t sleep together again until the end of seventh year
after they joined The Order
and stumbled back to their dorm with James and Peter, the four of them slightly drunk, and immensely afraid, but high on the thrill of doing what they thought was right
Sirius and Remus collapsed into bed together and slept deeply
a tangled mess of limbs
aware that they may not get any more chances to just be
after graduation they had even fewer chances
they were constantly on missions for The Order
on opposite patrol schedules, on different missions, always apart
so the fifth time they slept together wasn’t until they were on the brief break they had for James and Lily’s wedding
they fell into bed that night, full of happiness and light
it was then that Sirius finally, finally, finally, told Remus that he loved him
at first Remus called him names, that shall not be repeated
but between chaste, slow kisses, he told Sirius that he loved him too
when Sirius woke up, Remus was already gone
back on a mission for The Order
the sixth time contained barely any sleep
they’d barely seen each other in weeks and Sirius felt himself being pulled apart by this. damned. war.
Lily and James were in hiding with Harry
Order members were disappearing or dying
and Remus, the man he loved, he barely saw him anymore
he didn’t know, didn’t know, didn’t know who he could trust and Remus was always being so damn secretive about his missions
the sixth time was in early October, 1981
he and Remus talked, and argued, and argued, and fucked, and argued, and made up, and finally slept
until Sirius had to leave, too soon, again
he pressed a light kiss to Remus’ forehead, but didn’t wake him to say goodbye
he didn’t know that it would be the last time
in Azkaban, it was the soft feeling of Remus’ arms wrapped around his waist, their legs tangled together
the way the morning light emphasized the freckles on his face
the hoarseness of his laughter in the morning
the way his skin had felt during that last kiss goodbye
those were the things that he thought of during the long nights
and Remus, heart broken, also thought of Sirius
even though he felt that by still loving him, he too was a traitor
but then there was that night in the shrieking shack and he knew, he knew, he knew that Sirius hadn’t been the one to betray James and Lily
and the shattered pieces of his heart began to feel warmer than they had in twelve years
the seventh time Sirius and Remus slept together was June 16, 1996
there hadn’t been many chances since Sirius came back to Grimmauld Place, with Remus being out so often on Order business
Sirius had coaxed him up the stairs with kisses and caresses that made Remus feel seventeen again
“does sleeping here give you nightmares?” Remus asked a few hours later as he lazily traced the lines of tattoos on Sirius’ chest, and thought of the family that had never accepted this beautiful, loving man
“i don’t really dream about them any more,” Sirius finally said, “not after Azkaban”
“i’ll stay with you, if you want”
“you don’t have to do that”
Sirius remembered everything Remus had ever told him, about the anxiety of falling asleep after a werewolf had attacked him in his own bed
but Remus remembered everything Sirius had told him too
and that was why he whispered, “i want to stay”
so they fell asleep, hair tousled, limbs tangled, breathing even with the certainty that they were safe in each other’s arms
and it was the last time they did
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Quidditch
The dream starts off simple, like it always did.
In the dream, they are in 5th year, before everything went to hell. Him and Harry, curled up on one of the fluffy carpets in the room of requirement. Harry was laughing, messy hair and rumpled sweaters, his tie undone and the buttons opened on his shirt. Draco sits there too, watching the fire and the shadows and the boy lying next to him, listening to him talk about everything and nothing all at once.
It had been a lazy afternoon, and they had spent the entire night and a good chunk of the day just talking and laughing and kissing. They lay there now, watching the sun trace patterns over the wooden walls, streaks of gold and bronze and amber.
Draco wonders, just for a moment, if this was how life would be if they were still together when they left Hogwarts.
He chases the thought from his head, the thought of the war and the death eaters and Voldemort hanging over them. He wasn’t foolish enough to think that everyone would be fine, that they could escape without some sort of consequence. No, he knew that their luck was running out, that it was all borrowed time anyways.
But by God, he would enjoy it while it lasted.
He reaches over, laces his hands through Harry’s, content to just lie there next to him while the day turned to night. Harry smiled, pressing his face to Draco’s neck, and they lay there for a while, breathing each other in.
The setting sun had turned the whole room gold when Harry speaks. His voice was muffled, his lips moving against Draco’s neck, as he says, “God, I wish it could be like this all the time.”
Draco freezes, just for a moment, as he marvels at how alike him and Harry were. He reaches over, smoothing the hair from Harry’s face. “Yeah. Me too.”
The silence stretches again, comfortable and warm, and Draco smiles, seeing Harry snuggled up next to him. Harry reaches over, interlocking their fingers as he whispers, “Can I…can I tell someone? About us?”
It’s as if someone poured ice-cold water on top of him. Draco feels his stomach clench, his mouth go dry as he swallows carefully. “What do you mean?”
Harry glances up, eyes narrowing in concern. “It’d only be Ron and Hermione…” He trails off, noticing the look on Draco’s face. “Why? Are you…do you not want anyone to know? Is it…. is it me?”
Harry’s face is calm, but Draco knows better. Draco has spent hours examining that face, those emerald eyes and ebony hair and that streak of angry red through his head. He sees the hurt in Harry’s eyes, and he feels panic uncurl in his stomach, because he has to make Harry see. “No! No, I’m fine! It’s… I’m…” He stumbles, tripping over the words, desperation filling his voice. “Look, Harry. I…” Draco curses.
“Fuck it. Harry, I love you. I love you so damn much that there is nothing I wouldn’t do to save you. Nothing. And that terrifies me. Because I know that if Voldemort got you…if anybody captured you…there’s…there’s nothing that could stop me from tearing the world apart to save you.” He looks up, into Harry’s eyes. “And if people knew that…that that’s what I felt…what’s to stop them from capturing you to force me to do something?”
Harry’s eyes are dark, thunderstorms and lightning and clouds. Draco stares into them, and suddenly, he knows that Harry would do the same, that he would tear the world open to save Draco. The thought terrified him, how similar they were, and he exhales slowly. “Don’t you see? If people knew -“
Harry cuts him off. “Yeah. I know, Draco. I know.” He lies back down, resting his head on Draco’s shoulder once again. “It’s fine. We’ll wait. After the war’s over, someday we’ll tell everyone.”
Draco can feel Harry’s lips curling into a smile as he pulls Harry into a kiss. “Someday…”
Draco wakes with a bolt. For a moment, his heart aches, the feeling of Harry’s head on his shoulder a phantom weight. It was a long time ago, those two boys, and he wasn’t sure where any of them were now. He rubs his neck, wincing at the sore muscles and glances at the clock.
He jumps out of bed, swearing. The Quidditch match was today, Gryffindor and Slytherin, and he was supposed to be down there 10 minutes ago.
Draco races down the corridor, past the Great Hall, and sprints outside. He passes the Greenhouse, and for a moment he smiles, his hand brushing his lips as he remembers kissing Harry there a week ago. He had thought, naively, that one kiss would be enough, that it would be like the old times.
He was wrong.
They both had scars, the two of them. Harry still woke up screaming sometimes, for someone named Sirius and Fred and Lupin. On those nights, all Draco could do was hold him, brushing kisses to his forehead until the night turned to day and Harry stopped crying.
Harry had to do the same as well, when the darkness of the room looked like the darkness of that cellar, and the familiar numbness turned his body to ice. Yes, they both had scars, and it would take a damn long time to mend.
He shakes his head, sprinting down, onto the Quidditch Pitch and into the change rooms. For a heartbeat, the cheers of the crowd sounded like the screams of the muggles, and Draco’s heart clenched before he forced the memory away.
He strides into the change room, ignoring the questions, and grabs his robes. He heads into a stall, locking the door behind him, and starts to pull the robes over his head. He knows not to change in public now, knows the glares and the sneers that filled people’s faces when they saw the scars and the burns and that Dark Mark.
He shakes the thought, pulling up that smirk onto his face from deep inside of him, and steps outside. He grabs his broom, the weight familiar, as his team steps onto the Quidditch Field.
He sees the Gryffindor team, scarlet and crimso and gold, sees Harry standing tall and he smiles bitterly. They both had their roles to play - Harry the Savior and Hero and Draco the Arrogant Prince. He scoffs slightly, before striding across the pitch to shake Harry’s hand.
Harry’s palm is soft, warm, and Draco squeezes it slightly before letting go. He turns his back, heading back to his team and mounts his broom.
When the whistle blows, he’s up, the wind in his hair and the sun in his eyes. It’s always been like this, the freedom that only comes with being so high up, and he swoops low, skimming the ground with his toes before shooting up into the clouds.
He glances around, looking for that familiar glint of gold, and he flies down. The air is cool and clear and he sucks in a breath, letting the cleanliness erase the stain of the past few years from his mind.
A blur of movement catches his eye, and he whirls, his gaze falling on that tiny gold speck near the middle of the court. Draco accelerates, his broom vibrating as he speeds towards the Snitch. Out of the corner of his vision, he sees another figure, one of red moving towards the Snitch as well. Draco laughs, moving faster, lighter then he has been for a while as he thrusts his hand out to grab the Snitch. Harry reaches out too, at the same time, and Draco smirks as they both catch the Snitch, trapping it between their two hands.
For a moment, time slows, and Draco stares at Harry. Harry’s face is flushed, his hair messy and his glasses askew, eyes shining and robes fluttering. He looked so young, still whole and invincible and immortal, and Draco smiles, pulling Harry closer.
He hears Harry catch his breath, the air between them warm as Harry whispers, “Draco…you sure?”
And maybe they are both young, maybe they are both reckless, maybe they are just too broken to ever mend. But they’ve survived a war, lasted this long, and so Draco smiles, pulling Harry closer, until they are pressed up against each other. “I’ve never been so damn sure in my entire life.”
Then they are kissing, in front of everyone, the Snitch beating like a tiny heart beat between them, and Draco feels Harry smiling against his lips as he brings them closer. Their hands are still locked together, and Draco reaches up with his free hand, tangling it in Harry’s hair. He knots his finger in it, the strands of onyx and ebony and midnight, pressing their bodies closer, kissing him like they had all the time in the world.
And they did, didn’t they? Him and Harry, nothing but a promise of a better world, and as the crowd erupted, Draco knew that all was well.
One of my favorite headcanons is that Draco is absolutely obsessed with the small of Harry’s back.
And he won’t admit it of course, but he takes every opportunity he can to touch it. Resting his hand at the base of Harry’s spine possessively at ministry functions, placing both hands there and tugging the other man close as he ravishes his mouth after a long day at work, flipping him over and memerizing the area with his tongue while they fuck, grabbing onto Harry by the shoulders and dragging his cock up his body and resting it at the curve where his spine meets his arse, sucking his ear into his mouth and whispering every single thing he plans to do to him while rutting against him and making Harry nearly cry in desperation.
And Draco doesn’t know if he likes that one spot so much because Harry is so responsive when he touches it, or if Harry has become responsive solely because of the extra attention Draco pays that one particular area of his body.
All Draco knows is that after awhile all it takes is him casually slipping his hand under Harry’s shirt while at the Weasley’s for dinner, innocently stroking a finger back and forth under his the top of his jeans, then using his thumb to trace circles in the small dip before Harry is short of breath and dragging Draco down the hallway yelling something about a fake work emergency that Draco knows neither Ron nor Hermione believe.
But Draco doesn’t care because it makes him feel heady and drunk knowing how much he can affect Harry, and how much he wants him.
And maybe that’s what it’s really about, because for the longest time Draco felt like he wanted the other man more but in those moments he knows with utter certainty they are equal in everything including their desire for each other.
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