marauders🐾

Sirius isn't one to sneak out of the house, he isn't. Remus' letter was just so concerning, he didn't have a choice. Besides, it's not like he's going to get caught...

“Just fuck off!” Remus slams the door shut on his father, pressing his back against it and trying to slow his heart a little. He does his best to block out the sound of Lyall shouting about him being disrespectful, or something, and drops onto his bed. “Christ.” Sighing, he presses his hands against his face. 

He’s not exactly having the best day. 

For most of the summer, Remus has managed to avoid any major incidents with his dad. Anything too big stresses out Hope, and he really hates stressing out Hope. Still, it’s about time, and Remus had felt it coming before today. He’d said exactly that to Sirius, in his last letter. It doesn’t mean he’s thrilled about getting screamed at for no reason after spending weeks walking on eggshells, though. The moon being close isn’t exactly helping, either. His head aches, his skin’s crawling and his hip’s bothering him again. 

It isn’t often that Remus wants to live in London, but times like this? Yeah, he’d rather be close to Sirius. 

It’s been three bloody weeks. They’ve been sending letters back and forth, and it’s been fine, but he’s not going to hear from him for at least another few hours, and that’s only if Sirius writes back straight away. Remus’ least favourite part of the holidays is that, really. He can put up with his dad, it’s not that bad, but he and Sirius have just figured everything out. Maybe it’s a little dramatic of him, but he misses him. A lot. 

A panic attack snaps him out of his self pity, distracting him by stealing his breath, shoulders tensing and hands shaking as his anxiety sends him pacing around the room. Great. Just fucking great. 

Okay, relax. 

Just relax. 

Fucking relax! 

Why should his dad’s opinion matter, anyway? It’s not like- 

A thud outside his window. 

Remus jumps a mile, heart pounding. The bits and pieces from the night he was bitten come screaming back to him at the sound. Another thud distorts to a scrape, a gust of wind becomes a low, menacing laugh, and Remus feels like he’s five again, begging his dad to check the wardrobe for monsters, insisting that there’s a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the darkness waiting for Lyall to shut the door and for Remus to be all alone. 

“Moony? Moony!” A familiar voice half whispers, half shouts through the crack in the window, and everything in Remus starts to relax, to finally feel like there’s someone there for him, that he’s not alone anymore. 

“Sirius?” With that, Remus starts to breathe again. 

“Can you open the window? I don’t reckon I can fit through there.” Miraculously, a laugh finds its way out of Remus, who walks quickly and shoves the window the rest of the way open, grabbing his wand to throw a silencing charm over the room before reaching an arm out to pull his boyfriend inside. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Remus asks quietly, a smile reaching his face at the sheer relief that’s letting him forget everything he had been feeling. 

“Your letter. I’m here to cheer you-” He starts, until Remus drags him through the window and pulls him into a bone breaking hug, forcing the air out of Sirius a little and cutting him off. “Up.” He ends softly, wrapping his arms around Remus and letting Remus bury his face into his hair. “Alright, darling?” He just shrugs, eyes shut as he lets himself recharge, breathing finally regulating as he lets Sirius hold him. Everything that has happened seems to become a lot less important when he knows Sirius is there. 

“Better now.” Eventually, he pulls away from the hug and smiles at Sirius warmly. Lifting his hands, he presses both against Sirius’ cheeks, cradling his face before pressing a kiss to his forehead, then his lips. “Missed you. So fucking much.” Sirius just smiles, face going slightly red. 

“Want to talk about it?” Remus shakes his head. He’s done enough thinking for the day, he just wants to enjoy having Sirius there. “Okay, yeah, that’s fine.” 

That’s how they find themselves curled up together in Remus’ small single bed, Remus resting his head against Sirius’ chest and just… talking. It feels like it’s been years, as all of Remus’ muscles relax and he finally starts to feel tired again, Sirius’ fingers raking through his hair and slowly sending him to sleep. 

“Could you- would it be alright if you stayed until I fall asleep?” He asks. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to, otherwise, sorry.” 

“Of course, darling. Anything. That’s why I’m here.” He doesn’t question how Sirius got there, or if he’s even allowed to be there, because it’s Sirius. He wanted to come, so he’s here. 

What a fucking marvel. 

Sirius apparates far enough away from the house to avoid waking anybody up, before walking calmly back. God knows Effie will murder him if he gets caught. As he walks, he contemplates whether or not to go through the ground floor window like he did to get out, or to just risk the door. He’s climbed through a lot of fucking windows this evening. Still, it’s worth it for Remus. The thought of his evening has him smiling in an instant, the memory of the way Remus’ face had lit up sending that familiar feeling of warmth through his chest, the one only Remus could stir up in him. Fuck, he loves him. He hasn’t said anything yet, but he really does. He can’t imagine sneaking away from Effie and Monty for anyone else, but Remus needed him. Remus and his life that’s slowly imploding. He needs someone, and Sirius can be that someone. If that involves staying with him until he falls asleep every night for the rest of his life, Sirius is going to do it. He’ll stay with Remus until the end of time. 

That’s the thought that leads him to the door. Clearly his body wasn’t going to let him crawl through any more windows. 

He opens the door carefully and quietly, stepping through and closing it behind him. 

Right, he’s inside, he’s done it- 

“You’re home late.” Effie’s voice rings out from behind him, Sirius whipping around to face her. He lets his eyes sink shut, then. 

Shit. 

“Effie, hi! I just, uh… went for a walk with James.” He answers quickly. Prongs will cover for him, he always does. Good old Prongs. 

“That’s interesting, because James said he had no clue where you were when I came and asked him.” Sirius glances to Effie’s left, then, where James has seemingly materialised out of thin air, who glances at him guiltily and mouths a quick ‘sorry’. 

“...right.” 

“So? Care to explain why you’ve snuck out of the house in the middle of a war?” Her voice goes low and menacing, honestly terrifying Sirius a little. She sounds absolutely fuming. 

“I, uh…” His eyes flick to James, giving him a slight warning gaze before he speaks. Effie doesn’t know yet. “I went to see Remus.” He watches the realisation dawn in James’ eyes, who turns to glance at Effie, before back to Sirius. 

‘Now?’ He mimes silently, and Sirius gives a slight nod. “Right, I’ll leave you two alone. Glad you’re alright, Sirius. Hope Remus is too.” 

With that, James walks out, and Sirius turns back to Effie before she can keep talking. 

“Could we maybe… go and sit down? I- I’m really sorry, I think I owe you an explanation, at least.” Effie nods, always fair, the two of them making their way to the dining room and sitting down either side of the table. Anxiety immediately weaves its way into Sirius, then. 

His relationship with Remus is the reason Walburga gave him the boot, and he hasn’t even started to broach the subject with Effie because, in all honesty, he’s terrified. It took him years to accept his sexuality, how is he supposed to expect others to just… not care? He can’t get kicked out of another house. Some logical part of his brain pipes up to tell him that Effie’s never shown any signs of being homophobic before, so she probably isn’t, but that doesn’t mean she won’t be uncomfortable with him being gay. People can be surprising, Sirius knows that all too well. Still, he’s committed to it now; he just needs to find the right words. 

“Well? I’d quite like to know why you thought it was okay to go out to see your friend at night, without telling any of us! What if something had happened, Sirius? Nobody would have known how to find you, where to start looking! It was completely irresponsible-!” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” He says quietly, eyes fixed on the table. “I just- his letter was really… worrying. He’s, uh, he’s not well, his mum’s really not well, and his dad’s not great, so I wanted to make sure he was okay.” Effie’s face softens, instilling Sirius with the slightest confidence, making what he needs to do ever so slightly easier. 

“That’s really nice of you, Sirius, but couldn’t it have waited? You could have just sent a letter back, and then visited him at a more appropriate time tomorrow? I would have said yes, then, and James could have gone with you. It would have been quite nice to have a chat with Hope as well.” 

“I- I guess I just- well, I wanted-” 

Words. 

They’re really not his thing, anymore. He can never find the right ones when he needs them. At least Effie picks up on his energy, face twisting with confusion and concern. 

“Sirius, lovely, are you alright?” Any normal person would nod, take a deep breath, and gather their thoughts before they came out in a collected and measured way. 

Sirius isn’t one of those people. 

His solution? Just keep talking, try to dig himself out of this weird hole he’s trapped himself in. 

“I’m- well, what I’m trying to say is that Remus and I, we- we have a different friendship to the rest of the group. We’ve been through a lot, and-” He cringes a little at himself, stopping in his tracks. This is supposed to be a coming out, and he’s banging on about friendship? “Not even really a friendship, actually.” Shit, he’s just made it worse. “No, wait, not that we hate each other! It’s not- I didn’t go there to make him feel like shit, or anything. Fuck, wait, I shouldn’t have sworn. Christ, I’m sorry, I did it again, uh… right, no, Remus and I don’t hate each other, I promise. We’re actually- it’s the opposite, really. We’re dating, so we-” 

Oh. 

Okay, he just said it. 

It’s out now, no taking it back. 

Somehow, that makes it slightly easier to think. To slow down and figure out how to finish his tangent in some semi-coherent way. 

“...Yeah.” He murmurs to himself. “We’re, um… we’ve been dating for months now. Six. I- I had a crush on him for so much longer than that, though. Longer than I thought I had, at the time. Which also, uh… means I like guys? I’m gay. It’s- well, it’s taken me a long time to accept, but I’m- I’m fine with it now, even if you and Monty aren’t happy about it. It’s who I am, so…” He trails off, watching Effie, who has a slightly stunned expression in place of the anger and concern that had been battling over her expressions before. The silence only gives Sirius a chance to start overthinking again. He barely manages to stop himself from talking again as Effie processes. He must be struggling to hide how he feels, as Effie snaps out of her daze, reaches across the table and grabs one of Sirius’ hands. 

“Thank you for telling me.” She says softly, giving his hand a squeeze. 

“So you- you don’t mind?” He asks, a little shocked. 

“Why would I mind? You’re happy, right?” She asks gently. Sirius just nods, and she smiles reassuringly. “If you’re happy, then of course I don’t mind. Remus is a lovely boy.” 

“Yeah, but- but he’s a boy, you really don’t-?” 

“Sirius. There’s nothing you could do that would stop me from loving you, okay?” Sirius feels tears prick at his eyes, blinking them away quickly. 

“...okay.” 

He’s safe. 

He’s home, and Effie doesn’t care that he’s got a boyfriend. 

“This doesn’t mean you’re not in trouble for sneaking out!” 

“Yeah, I know.” He says, fighting an amused smile, and trying to look at least slightly apologetic. 

Never mind

Yes, the group is claiming to be Sudanese Muslims (Sudan Anonymous). No, this is not true.

This group has been identified as a Russian hacker group intent on sowing dissent between the world under the guise of “strengthening Middle East relations”. They targeted Ao3 because of its pro-LGBTQIA+ stories. Again, they are Russians sowing anger.

Do NOT be Islamophobic. Do NOT use this as an opportunity to whine about how you didn’t have time to finish reading a fic.

Ao3 is run by volunteers who are currently under siege by Russian hackers. Take this time to step back from the site, appreciate their work, write your own fics, or read a physical book.

also- this is not an original idea, i read a fic very similar to this in a different fandom that i’ll try to find later. but yeah ⏳🦷

ohhhhhhh. okay

okay

so her miniskirt is so small you can basically see her ass and i get to pick the shirt? i want it white, skin tight and it says “this pussy doesn’t want you” and oh remus takes that as a challenge.

i think it would be so funny if they were rival rollerbladers at their town’s rink, if that kind of thing even exists. oh my god what if they show up one day in the same miniskirt?? they’re both squinty eyed looking at the other’s ass hanging out oh my god i’m having thoughts.

and her gum is bubblegum flavored but like the super sweet kind that you can smell from a mile away. so sweet its probably not flavored at all but just straight up sugar, you know? sirius chews with her mouth open and the smell wafts and remus has to pretend like she’s not licking the air.

and when they fuck later somehow remus ends up with the gum in her mouth

Dearest Bat, I’m so glad you asked.

1. Sirius came back from the summer even hotter which SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE. And his hair is so long now, and he keeps playing with it during class, and it isn’t FAIR. Existence is pain. Will he ever know anything but torment??

2. Sirius keeps flirting with his dad and going on and on about how hot he dad is and how he’s going to fuck his dad, and if he wants to fuck a Lupin, why can’t it be him?? And, oh Merlin, what if Sirius becomes his stepfather?? The universe hates him. Life is a cruel joke.

3. Sirius said he didn’t understand how any girl could not like James. Look at him!! He’s so perfect!! But when the topic came up about Remus and girls, Sirius said “ew imagine our Moony with a girlfriend 🤢.” And yes he is gay but clearly Sirius thinks the thought of him dating is disgusting. He is truly the most vile, repulsive creature alive. Why has no one decided to put him out of his misery yet??

4. Sirius bought a leather jacket. Will he never escape the toils of this mortal plane?

owns an old typewriter, and most of his letters are typed out. he only ever writes to remus, because he wants their letters to feel special

he's a smoker, but he never finishes his cigarettes (credits for this headcanon and the previous one to @bugboyremus)

his favorite fruit are apples. he accidentally swallowed a seed once and thought an apple tree was going to grow in him and he was going to die

he was really interested in muggle trinkets, a little bit like arthur weasley. (the two of them met in the ministry and became pretty good friends, despite the age gap between their children, the smallest (age gap) being ten years)

he's a natural ginger

despite the fact that he's very tall (i was thinking around or over one hundred ninety cms) and gangly, i feel like he has a very... intimidating look to him. the marauders were scared of him for a bit, and whrn they told remus he literally started laughing

has a really quiet, almost a chuckle kind of laugh

absolutely adores hope. worships the ground she walks on; to me, they almost feel like the barbie movie because he, too, is just there (we love him though)

really big fan of black tea, and in their family, he's the only one who likes it

doesn't like dogs. he's through and through a cat person, and they have an old, ginger cat named emilie

he's also a big fan of sheep

most of remus' sweaters are actually lyall's. his whole wardrobe consists of sweaters, turtlenecks, shirts, jackets (by jackets i mean those old, shabby ones that are more patches than jacket), coats, very worn out jeans and corduroy pants

wolfstar ♡