September
Hogwarts Express
Prompt: Hogwarts Express
No warnings
Major tags: Children, first meet
Sirius can barely conceal his excitement as he sprints through the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, looking for a place to sit. He moves on from an empty compartment – he wants to make friends. For the first time, he will be far away from mum and dad and allowed to talk to anyone he wants. Someone is blocking his way. A boy his own age sits on the floor right in the corridor.
“Excuse me.” He shuffles by. “Rather inconvenient placement, don’t you think?”
“Sorry”, the boy mumbles and hides half his face against his knees, “where are we supposed to sit?”
“Just sit anywhere you like.”
The boy looks back and forth in the corridor and then back at him. “I don’t see a better place.”
Is he joking? Sirius presses the handle of a compartment door. “This is a door. They open. There are compartments inside.” He always thought mums and dads talk about useless mudbloods were exaggerated. But clearly, some people are denser than others.
Remus blushes hard. Just because he has never been on a train before. Just because mum and dad have never taken him anywhere. He isn’t stupid, he understood there were seats somewhere, but the buzzing crowd and the threateningly big train had just got so overwhelming he felt like curling up as soon as he got on board.
Of course, it had to be some posh snob already in his robe that found him. On top of that one who couldn’t explain it without sounding like Remus was a complete moron. Remus doesn’t want to sit in the same compartment as him. But on the other hand, what if he tries to open another door and it doesn’t work? What if it’s some kind of magic he hasn’t learned yet? He quickly steps in after the posh boy, giving him a sour look. The posh boy rolls his eyes at him and closes the door behind him.
They are greeted by an overly excited boy who proudly presents himself as James Potter and the other boy in the compartment as Peter Pettigrew.
James bounces up and down in his seat. “I’m so happy! We’re all going to be best friends. I can already feel it!”
Remus snorts and hears Sirius do the same. Well, at least none of them are as naïve as James. He can’t help it, but the corner of his mouth twitches up and he shoots the posh boy a quick glance. He meets his eyes with a smirk and quickly looks away.
If Sirius was superstitious - which he is not, mind you - he would say that’s the moment when a bond was formed. A silent recognition long before they really became friends. Long before everything else.
If Remus was more romantic than his cynic heart has room for he would say that it was the moment when he found his soulmate.
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Some to choose from
Prompt: Hogsmeade
No warnings
Major tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort
Remus knew the moment he woke up that it wasn’t going to be a good day. His throat hurt. His head was heavy. But he didn’t say anything. He just drank three cups of hot tea at breakfast and hoped it would go away. He didn’t want to ruin their day in Hogsmeade.
By the time they had made the walk down he was beginning to feel dizzy.
"How are you?" Sirius asked.
"Fine", he tried to say, but it was more a wheezing than anything else. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm fine. It's nothing."
"Really?"
He avoided Sirius' concerned look and dragged him with him to catch up to the others. He survived the obligatory first stop in Zonko's by letting the others do the talking and deciding. The second they stepped outside he sat down on the nearest bench.
Sirius sat down next to him. "Moony, what's wrong?"
"Just need to rest a little bit."
"You really don't look well." Sirius put a hand to his forehead. "Merlin, you are boiling! Why didn't you say something?"
"I just didn't want to ruin the Hogsmeade trip," Remus said. I just wanted to be with you, he didn't say.
Sirius shook his head. "You are not ruining anything, silly. Let me just buy one more thing and I'll walk you back. What flavour chocolate would you like?"
"No, don't buy anything for me. And no rush, I'll just wait here until you are all done."
Sirius gave him an unconvinced look. "Very well then."
It felt like Remus just had time to sigh, lean his head against the uncomfortable back of the bench and close his eyes before Sirius was back again. He opened a bag to reveal twenty or more different kinds of chocolate bars.
"You didn't tell me which one, so I bought some to choose from.”
"Merlin, did you buy all they had?"
"Not really. I know you are no fan of liquorice."
"You're too good to me.," Remus murmured, but he didn't complain when Sirius slung the bag over his shoulder, helped him up and started their slow walk back to Hogwarts. In fact, spending the rest of the day in bed having Sirius' attention all to himself suited him just fine.
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If only he’d known
Prompt: Muggle
Warnings: Violence, homophobia
Major tags: Angst, Walburga Black, coming out
Sirius stands in his room and looks at the poster of a woman in red lingerie leaning against a motorcycle. He recalls putting it up clear as day.
"Is that a muggle girl?" his mother had asked with disgust.
"What?" He had cocked his head, "you rather I was gay?" He already knew he was being punished. Could as well chock her a little for dramatic effect. If only he'd known...
Now he leans his forehead against the poster and sighs deeply. He will most likely be in too much pain to walk when this day is over, too. But he has made up his mind, he will not sneak around with Remus anymore, this year they will be open. And they ought to take it better if they hear it from him than through a rumour, don't they?
He slowly walks down the stairs.
"Mother, father? I am homosexual. That means I fall in love with boys instead of girls."
"No."
He had expected cursing, punishing, maybe even screaming from her. Not this calm.
"Excuse me?"
"No, you're not. You are a Black, you will behave as one. You will marry a pure-blood witch. We will not hear about this nonsense again."
That cold, almost bored, face breaks something in him.
"I will date so many boys you don't know how to count them! I will... I will find the gayest gay club there is, a muggle one, and I will - ahh!"
The first curse hits and he is in agony. He knows he isn't being rational. But he somehow prefers agony over that cold face. At least pain he knows how to deal with.
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The day after
Prompt: Time-turner
Warnings: Alcohol
Major tags: Established relationship, hungover Sirius
Sirius heaved over the edge of the bed and threw up into the bucket that Remus swiftly provided. Remus held his hair out of his face and when he was done Remus immediately handed him tissues and a bottle of water, then took care of the bucket.
"I'm sorry," Sirius said in a small voice. "If I had a time-turner I would go back and change last night."
"Yeah? I thought you and James were supposed to take care of each other, not drink each other under the table."
Sirius grunted regrettingly. "Speaking of, where is James? My memories are not exactly clear, but I know I didn't leave him at the pub."
Remus rubbed his neck. "Eh... well... About that..."
Sirius groaned again and hid his face against the bedding. "He is with Regulus, isn't he?"
"So, you do know about that?"
"He's not that sneaky when he's drunk."
Remus chuckled. "No, not even for your inebriated arse, apparently. I really thought you were too far gone to notice."
Sirius cautiously pulled himself up on one elbow. "I'm sorry. I won’t be any fun to be around today. There's no need for you to spend your Sunday like this just because of my poor decisions."
Remus smiled softly. "You don't need to be fun for me to want to be around you. You don't need to be anything, okay? And I have all I need right here."
"Thank you." Sirius lay down with his head in Remus’ lap. He heard Remus open a book and felt his gentle fingers start carding through his hair. Despite his pounding headache, he smiled into Remus’ thigh and thought himself lucky.
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Breakfast at the Lupins
Prompt: Owl
No warnings
Major tags: pining, angst, Hope and Lyall Lupin
Remus was enjoying a quiet Sunday breakfast. With Mum eyeing a crossword and Dad spreading whatever latest reports out on his end of the table, no one minded Remus reading a fantasy novel while slowly stirring his tea.
The tell-tale sound of an owl picking on the window made them look up. Mum opened and carefully freed the bird from the attached letter.
"It's for you, Remus."
He quickly grabbed the parchment from her hand and recognised Sirius' swirling cursive. They had not gone a week without correspondence during summer, but he hadn't expected a letter today, the last day of the brake.
"Who is it from?"
"A friend."
"That can't wait until tomorrow to say hello?"
"Mm" Remus smiled as he read about Sirius looking forward to seeing him soon and already planning pranks they could do.
"Hm, I know that look..." Mum nudged Dad with a knowing smile "Do you think our son is waiting to meet a special someone tomorrow?"
"Mum! I said it's just a friend!"
That earned him a stern look from Dad. "Remus! That's no way to speak to your mother!"
"Sorry."
"It's alright." Mum put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Remus. I shouldn't pry where I have no business."
Remus forced a smile to accept her apology and looked back at the letter, but he couldn't read another word. If it was that obvious, how would he hide it from his friends? In his mind, he could already hear the entire Hogwarts express buzzing with the news about weird Remus, not only being the freak that he already was but also having a crush on his best friend.
Suddenly his longing for tomorrow turned to panic.
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Time for bed
Prompt: Wand
No warnings
Major tags: Hogwarts, established relationship, fluff
Remus frustratedly turned pages back and forth in various books. He could find no explanation as to why his attempts at transfiguring a pillow into a glass of water were failing. He was doing everything right. It should work!
He took a determined stance and tried again. It was useless. The pillow didn't even get wet.
"Time for bed, love." Sirius' soft voice startled him in the silence and he only now realised the common room was empty except them.
"In a moment. I just need to figure out this last spell."
They had had this argument enough times for him to know what Sirius' look meant. You're working yourself too hard. It's late. You're not a good wizard anyway when you're tired.
To his surprise, Sirius didn't say any of those things. He just walked over, nestled his hands into Remus' hair and kissed him. With the way his tongue danced in Remus' mouth, it was more of a proper snog than a goodnight kiss, not that Remus complained.
Sirius started climbing the stairs to the dorm but stopped and turned after a few steps. With a grin, he held up Remus' wand. "Oups. Looks like there will be no more practice tonight, anyway."
That sneaky bastard!
Remus huffed and caught up to him. "Oups. I forgot my books. Give me my wand back so I can call them."
Sirius narrowed his eyes at him. "You're not fooling me. I'll do it."
Sirius held Remus' wand out and glanced at him, giving him a moment to protest. He didn't. With an elegant swing, Sirius called Remus books and landed them in a neat pile in his arms.
Was it the first time someone else had used his wand? It felt nice. Kind of like sharing a secret.
Sirius handed him his pile of books and carefully laid his wand on top. Just to play it, Remus dodged downwards only to get caught by strong hands. Sirius' arm around his shoulders guided him firmly up the stairs. He yawned and leaned lovingly into the touch.
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The dangers of flirting back with a business owner
Prompt: Basilisk
No warnings
Major tags: Tattoo AU, meet cute
“I want this.” Sirius slid a piece of paper across the counter.
“A snake?” The tattoo artist, who had just introduced himself as Remus, flicked his honey curls out of his face and opened a binder of reference tattoo designs.
“No. It’s a basilisk. And I want this exact one.”
Remus snorted, eyed Sirius’ chunky boots and leather jacket, and fixed him with curious amber eyes. “If you are going for the ‘bad guy, homemade tattoo’ look, this is not the place. I have some dignity, you know.” He tilted his head to the side. “Besides, you’ve got enough appeal as it is.”
With several big scars marking his face and arms, he gave off more ‘bad guy’ energy than any tattoo Sirius had ever seen. Sirius bet he was flirting with all his customers. Good business and all that. But he couldn’t help the warmth spreading in his chest as he tried to explain.
“More like - a kid in my life who drew this and I want a permanent memory of him, plus I think he would be thrilled.”
“Oh!” Remus chuckled awkwardly and lowered his gaze for a second. He picked up the drawing and looked at it more carefully. “That’s wonderful! So, a family man, huh?”
“Well, it’s my friend’s kid, my godson. I’m single.”
Sirius tried not to dwell on whether the way Remus' crooked smile widened slightly at that meant anything.
“Do you want to include his name?”
“Uhm.. I'm not sure.”
“What is he called?”
“Harry.”
“It would look cool along the body of the basilisk, like this.” He drew a quick sketch. “Or in a banner, like this. Or just plain letters under it, like this.”
Despite all the options Remus presented looking cool as hell, they eventually agreed on one. Remus handed Sirius a note with the time for the booking a few days later. Before Sirius had time to turn, Remus leaned down on his elbows and looked up at him through his eyelashes.
“Look, I’m sorry I misjudged you in the beginning. I really need to be better at not offending my customers.”
“It’s okay.” Sirius smiled and tried to tell himself he was flirting with everyone, really just a cold but good-at-his-job business owner. But in the end, Sirius couldn't help but add “Besides, you got enough appeal as it is.”
Before Sirius had time to beat himself up over that, the apparently not-so-cold business owner Remus actually blushed and bit his lip.
Despite not even having the tattoo done yet, Sirius left knowing he was going back for more.
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Exploring
Prompt: Beast
Warning: NSFW
Major tags: Teenagers, light smut
Remus pressed his lips to Sirius’ and drank in the feeling of having him in his arms. In his bed. Just the fact that he chose to be there was intoxicating.
They were new. Their dorm mates knew, but Remus had charmed the curtains shut and a heavy silencing charm around them.
Remus gently caressed every part of Sirius’ body he could reach like this, lying side by side. His hand wandered over his arms, neck, back, arse. He got the urge to grab forcefully at the delicious flesh but managed to stop himself.
“Are you okay?” Sirius whispered.
“Never better.”
They continued their exploration. Remus planted kisses along Sirius’ jawline and neck. He got a beastly urge to bite the delicate skin. With a gasp, he pulled away and rolled over on his back. How could he ever have thought he would be able to do anything like this? Of course, he couldn’t. He was a monster.
“What’s wrong?” Sirius asked.
“I just…” Remus covered his eyes with a hand “I’m suppressing these impulses…”
Sirius heaved up on one elbow and smiled excitedly at him. “Please don’t. Don’t hold back.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me.”
“No, but I almost… It feels so wild. Like the wolf. I don’t know if I can control it.
Sirius still looked more thrilled than scared but asked doubtingly. “What exactly are those impulses then?”
Remus tried to sink further into the pillow, away from Sirius' gaze. “Hold. Squash. Claw. Bite.”
“Do you mean something like this?” Sirius dragged his nails along Remus' arm, sending shivers through his body. “Or this?” He carefully dragged his teeth at Remus' jawline, catching the skin between them and pulling just slightly, then moved on to do the same with his earlobe, down his neck. Remus gasped with the sensation.
Sirius smiled. “Try it. You won’t hurt me.”
Remus hesitantly pulled Sirius close again, kissed him and caught his lower lip between his teeth. He could feel Sirius smiling and let go to look at him quizzingly.
“That doesn’t count. Bite me for real.”
Remus took a deep breath. He nuzzled the perfect porcelain skin of Sirius' neck and drew in his heavenly scent. He licked a stripe from the collarbone up to his ear and was rewarded with an encouraging sigh. He let his teeth catch the muscle of his neck and pinch ever so slightly.
No beast emerged. He was still himself.
Relieved, he licked again and tried his teeth on a different spot. Sirius moaned. Remus instantly pulled back to look at him. He was not hurt. His eyes conveyed nothing but unmistakable lust.
Remus placed his lips over Sirius’ collarbone and sucked, forming a bruise as he had seen others do. He gripped Sirius’ arm and shoulder without holding back, letting his fingers dig into the muscle.
“Yes”, Sirius breathed.
Maybe there were some urges that Remus didn’t need to suppress. Maybe this whole thing had nothing to do with the wolf at all.
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Sweet as sugar
Prompt: Floo
No warnings
Major tags: Established relationship, little Harry
"No, no, no!" Remus quickly lifted little Harry off the floor and parted him from the floo powder jar he was holding. How had that ended up within reach?
There was a crunching sound, as if Harry was chewing sand, and small green grains glistened around his mouth.
"Spit out!" Remus urged.
"No!" Harry strained to get out of his grip.
"Sirius!" Remus called in an anxious voice and his husband entered the living room. "What happens if you eat floo powder?"
"I don't know. Does it taste any good?"
"What?" Remus looked exasperatedly at him. "This is bad. What are we going to do? Lily will never let us babysit him again!"
Sirius smirked, dipped a finger in the jar and put it in his mouth. "Not bad."
Remus gaped. "What are you doing?"
"Relax. It's just sugar. I coloured it green." Sirius chuckled and tossed a fistful of apparently-not-floo powder into his mouth. "You should see your face."
"You..." Remus sank down on the sofa with Harry on his lap, letting him have the jar Sirius offered. "How could you use this sweet innocent baby in a prank?"
"Come on. It was fun. I would never do anything to hurt him."
Remus shook his head, kissed the top of the munching toddler's head and muttered "We'll get him back for this, won't we Harry? Just you wait."
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First DADA class
Prompt: Dementor
No warnings
Major tags: Professor Lupin, second wizarding war, angst
“Dementors are foul creatures, spawned from hopelessness and despair. They suck happiness out of the very air around them. You may know they guard the prison, Azkaban, but lately, some have been sent on other missions for the Ministry.”
A hand was raised and Professor Lupin nodded.
“Dementors only attack people who deserve it, right Professor?”
Deserve it? Professor Lupin closed his eyes for a second. Silver eyes and raven hair flashed before him. He had to focus. The class suddenly looked very attentive. He had to answer something that kept them calm. “Yes. Yes, of course.”
Another hand was raised. “But Professor, I’ve heard there are people without trial in Azkaban.”
Professor Lupin suddenly had to support himself with one hand on the desk. “That is correct, yes,” he all but whispered.
Only one of them was not in Azkaban anymore, but somewhere on the run. Making it impossible not to see the Dementors posted for the students' safety as a threat.
“Then, how can the Dementors be sure who’s innocent?”
Well, how could anyone? He had forced himself to believe it because he had no other choice if he should ever have a chance to move on. But now?
“You know what?” Professor Lupin straightened up. “They can’t. They will do whatever serves their own motives and have no loyalty to the Ministry beyond that. Keep away from them if you can, and… And don’t be too quick to judge on the words of others.”
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Enlighten me
Prompt: Whomping Willow
No warnings
Major tags: Hogwarts, pining
"Enlighten me", Remus teased as he put a bandaid on the worst scratch on Sirius' arm, "how come you thought it a good idea to walk right in under the Whomping Willow?"
"Kind of forgot it was there..." Sirius mumbled and shivered under Remus' soft touch.
"The tree that tries to kill anything coming near it? That's been there since we started? You forgot about it?"
Remus started picking grass and twigs from Sirius' hair and robe.
"Yeah?" Sirius admitted sheepishly. He couldn't very well say he had been too busy watching Remus smile to mind where he was going.
And with the way Remus' hands were carding through his hair, he could forget the rest of the world existed.
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Truth
Prompt: Azkaban
Warnings: Panic attack?
Major tags: The betrayal, angst
When Remus gets home from a mission and hears what has happened his first thought is that he wishes it was him. Dead. Or in Azkaban. Whichever really...
He listens to Dumbledore silently, then gets up and leaves without a word. He doesn't know if he closes the door behind him. But he already knows he is not going to come home that night.
He walks - no, runs past buildings and people that could as well have been from another planet. So alien is the truth.
He stops briefly outside a muggle pub. He considers getting himself unconsciously drunk. He considers starting a fight. He considers just screaming until police turn up and take him away. He considers destroying something. Something big. A powerplant or so.
He tries to take in the truth. That Sirius was the traitor all along. That he deserves to be where he is. That Remus should hate him.
But when morning comes, Remus would still rather swap. He would still take a long imprisonment for all the moments they had. And he rightly deserves one, just for thinking that. Because what kind of friend is he if he can't even bring himself to hate their murderer?
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Daydreaming
Prompt: Broom
No warnings
Major tags: Hogwarts, teenagers, pining Sirius
Sirius swung the bat and missed.
“Focus, Black. Time to stop daydreaming about the girls in the spectator tower.”
It was so unfair. He was not thinking about the girls in the stand. He was not thinking about girls at all, but it wasn’t like he could say that. He might have created some kind of reputation for himself, but that was last year. And just for fun. This year he hadn’t as much as snogged a girl at a party. Partly because since he’d made it to the quidditch team he’d taken his training very seriously.
Partly because the one he was dreaming about was not one of the girls in the spectator seats.
Until he suddenly saw honeyed curls and a big smile and crashed into Marlene.
“For real, Black?”
Sirius straightened himself up in the air and deliberately turned his back to the team Captain's voice.
“Moony? What are you doing here?”
“Maybe I just wanted to see you on a broom,” Remus smirked.
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Why keep trying?
Prompt: Wizard
No warnings
Major tags: Angst, lonely Remus
Going to the wizard places is out of the question. Even if no one knows they were a couple they know too much. About the war. About the mere existence of a dark-haired crazy man in Azkaban.
Remus tries instead to pull at muggle places. Sometimes he leaves empty-handed. Sometimes there is an attraction sparked. He lets his eyes get caught in a stranger's, his hands wander under the shirt of a muscular chest or his lips touch a stubbled jawline.
But he always says something stupid and makes them scramble before they get too far. The truth is enough. "I'm a wizard. I fought in the wizard war." Perhaps even "My boyfriend is in a wizard prison."
He always ends up coming home alone. There is no difference, really, he would have been forever alone anyway without Sirius. He can at least be alone in peace.
He doesn't know why he keeps trying.
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Suggest
Prompt: Harry
No warnings
Major tags: Established relationship, older, additional Drarry
Remus stood leaning against the doorpost, watching Harry wave goodbye and leave alongside the quiet blond boy. Sirius crept up and put an arm around his waist from behind.
“Aren’t they cute?” Remus asked without turning.
“They are. I’m so glad Harry wants his friends to get to know us.”
Remus snorted. “But to choose Narcissa’s boy?”
“It’s not like in our time. I think it’s a good thing they get along between houses.”
“Yeah. They seemed to get along all right.”
Remus turned with a smirk. Sirius stared uncomprehendingly at him.
“Harry said they were just friends. Do you suggest…?”
“Suggest?! Look at another man like that and you can sleep on the couch.”
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I don't know what you're talking about
Prompt: Snitch
No warnings
Major tags: Hogwarts, mutual pining, James doing his best, Remus being an idiot
James caught the walnut mid-air and expertly steered his broom back down, dropping the walnut in a bag on the ground. Remus already had another walnut in his hand that he threw as high as he could. James caught that one just as quickly and landed beside Remus to complain.
"I don't understand why I'm not allowed to practice with a real snitch."
"Maybe because you lost the last one?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," James grinned and looked away.
"No?" Remus chuckled, "Well I could charm a walnut to fly around, maybe it would work better?"
James looked at him with a soft expression and appeared to consider it. "Thanks, mate, but I think you have better things to do than hide in the quidditch field with me all evening."
"I'm free" Remus quickly offered.
"Yeah? What about the plan for Hogsmeade this weekend? I imagine I would be the first to hear if Sirius got a date, and he hasn't said anything."
"I don't know, James. Maybe it's not such a good idea."
James grabbed the bag, put his broom over one shoulder and slung his other arm around Remus' shoulders. Remus reluctantly let him steer them towards the castle.
"We've been over this" James said patiently, "Of course, it's a good idea. Besides, I can't stand you walking around sighing and shooting him lovesick glances any longer."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Remus mumbled and looked away, biting his lip.
"No?" James chuckled. "You want to know something? He sighs just the same when he looks at you."
"Really?"
"Yes! Now go on and find him before my brain melts from your combined hopelessness!"