I Solemnly Swear I'm Up To No Good

@wolfstarmicrofic - February 24: Heart - Words: 203 - Warnings: Swearing, being drunk

"Hello! Did you have fun?" Sirius helps Remus out of the taxi.

The next second, he barely saves him from stumbling head-first into a bush, scoping him up with one hand under each arm.

"Oh fuck, you're drunk."

"And you're lovely."

"Mhm," Sirius unimpressedly raises his eyebrows. "I get why James told me to meet you outside."

He helps Remus up the stairs to the front door and props him to the rail, then decides to place himself between Remus and the three steps while he searches for the keys.

"Sirius, are you a thief?"

"No. Why?" Sirius sighs.

"Because you stole my heart!"

Sirius covers his eyes with a hand. "That was the worst fucking pick-up line I've ever heard."

"Must have worked since you’re following me home." Remus smiles dopily.

"Unfortunately, we live together," Sirius chuckles, unlocking the door.

"That’s so cool, though. It's all I've ever dreamed of!"

Sirius watches Remus repeatedly fail at untying his shoes before he decides to bend down and help him.

"Yeah," he whispers fondly, "that is cool. That's brilliant. It's - No!" Sirius complains when Remus lies down on the floor. "Get up!"

"Mtired."

Remus felt guilty.

There wasn’t a need for feeling guilty, though, right? 

He wasn’t technically following the man in front of him home- they were just walking in the same direction.

Or, at least, that’s what he told himself. 

Because Remus knew, even though he didn’t want to admit it- he had been stalking Sirius Black for a bit now.

Remus knew he could socialize with Sirius like a normal person- after all, they were best friends- but he just… liked the thrill of following him home, liked the potential of being caught.

What was life without a little risk, anyways?

Remus watched as Sirius opened the front door to his flat.

He crept closer to the now-lit window, peering cautiously at the inside of the flat.

Sirius was standing in the middle, staring right at him, arms crossed. 

“I know you’re there, Moony. You can come out now,” he called.

Remus froze, his heartbeat rabbiting. There was no way Sirius could see him, right?

“I’m waiting,” Sirius said impatiently, tapping his foot. “I don’t have all night, Moons.”

Remus made a decision. 

He left the safety of the shadows he was ensconced in, stepping into the light from Sirius’s flat.

“There you are, Remus,” Sirius sighed. 

Remus flipped him off, walking to the front door. He opened it, stepping inside and shrugging off his jacket. 

“Hey, Moons,” Sirius grinned, sidling up to him. “You were stalking me home again?”

Remus blushed. “It has logic,” he pouted. “If there’s already someone following you, other people will leave you alone.”

“Never said there wasn’t logic, Moonshine.” Sirius pecked Remus on the mouth before pulling away. “I’ll grab some tea.”

“Great, thanks,” Remus groaned, stretching. “Love you, Pads.”

It was three in the morning, and not for the first time, Regulus found himself sitting at the little breakfast table in the Potters’ kitchen, trying to find some remnants of the tiredness that seemed to constantly evade him.

Nightmares had never not been a part of Regulus’s life. But now they seemed to be changing. They no longer were about his mother…they were about someone else…someone currently sleeping upstairs.

Gulping and trying not to cry, he took a small sip of his tea.

“Regulus?”

Biting at his lip, Regulus turned to see Effie at the door, a look of concern on her face. “Erm..hi,” he mumbled, looking down. 

“Sweetheart, it’s the middle of the night! Are you alright?” the older woman asked, walking toward him. 

His first instinct was to lie. To say he was fine, that he just couldn’t sleep for some strange reason and he was going to go back to bed in a bit. But the exhaustion and anxiety overpowered him and he felt a tear dripping down his cheek.

“Oh, love,” Effie murmured, sitting next to him and placing a gentle hand on his knee. “What is it?”

He tried to find the words to describe his worries. “How…how long have you been with Monty?” he asked softly, sniffling a bit.

“Three decades this June!” Effie answered, eyes shining with pride. “But what does that have to do with anything, dear?”

“Does…do you ever…when did you stop worrying that things would end? That he would…would leave you, or something?” Regulus asked in a little whisper, tears welling in his eyes again.

Instantly, understanding dawned on Effie’s face and she leaned forward to pull him into a hug.

“Oh, Regulus,” she murmured, voice full of sympathy, as he cried in her arms.

He didn’t answer. He just cried silently for a few moments before he pulled back and wiped at his face. “Sorry. Sorry, I just…”

But Effie was looking at him like she was trying to decide something. Finally, she spoke again. “Dear, can you keep a secret?”

Trying not to panic, Regulus nodded. Was she going to tell him that James secretly hated him?

“James has been talking about marrying you since before your first date. I know it can be scary to be this in love. I know it can be hard to let go like that. And I know I am biased, as he’s my son,” she said, eyes twinkling. “But I truly think he’d probably duel someone to the death rather than leave you.”

Stunned, Regulus sipped in a breath and blinked. “He really…?”

“Are you surprised?” Effie grinned.

Logically, he wasn’t. James was known for loving with his entire being and also having a flair for the dramatic. But the fact that he said that about him. “I won’t tell him you said anything,” he mumbled, wiping at his now-dry eyes one more time.

“Good. And please remember, Regulus: you deserve love. Not just from James, but from all of us. Alright?”

Body filling with warmth, he nodded. “Alright.”

Fic: Three For Three

Drarry | E | 9600 words

Summary:

"Three for three," Harry says. "All three of my kids. Just seems — well, and then there's Ginny. That's — sort of — everyone." Malfoy's mouth starts to curl, not enough to bring out the dimples. It's on the edge of meanness, really. "Feeling left out, Potter?" he says. "The only straight one in the family?" "Ha," says Harry, trying for sarcasm but winding up sounding a little forlorn. "Ever wonder if it's hereditary?" Malfoy says, throwing back the last of his drink and going over to the bar for more. "I do. Seems like it might be, with me and Scorpius, and Ginny and your kids." This, in fact, runs so close to Harry's thoughts that he laughs in spite of himself. "You asking me if I'm queer, Malfoy?

Too much love around in this valentine season, time for some sad wolfstar

"You should marry me," Sirius said one night. They were cuddled under the covers of Remus’s bed, Remus’s hand caressing his knuckles softly.

Remus snorted but smiled despite himself. "You need a betrothed that badly?"

Peter hated mornings. Avery and Mulciber were the kind of horrible people that thought being gay was the worst possible insult. And James and Sirius were … James and Sirius.

All of this resulted in one morning in second-year, when Peter had fallen asleep on Remus’s shoulder during breakfast and Avery and Mulciber thought it was funny to laugh at how gay they looked. James and Sirius, of course, took this as their cue to announce the depth and beauty of Remus and Peter’s deep romantic love for each other to the entire school.

The four of them continued to bring it up for the next few weeks before it eventually faded to the background of everyone’s memories - except for the occasional instance Peter would ask for “some help with the potions homework, sweetheart”, or Remus would say, “can you pass the butter, babe?”. And, of course, the memorable Divination incident in fourth-year when James loudly described the seven kids he ‘saw’ them having together in great detail.

Apart from that, though, everyone had mostly forgotten about it, which was why there was great confusion when Sirius randomly challenged Peter to a duel in sixth-year in the middle of the Common Room.

“I can hold my silence no longer,” he proclaimed, brandishing his wand dramatically towards a bewildered Peter. “For many moons, I have waited in the wings, pining like a lonely maiden as I watched my beloved Moony with another. But I will stand for it no more, for you must know, Peter, that I have fallen in love with your betrothed. It pains me everyday to see him be yours, and it is for this reason that I challenge you to a duel so that I may win his heart and take him for a noble date in the charming village of Hogsmeade.”

ac: @syrcinus (brought my vision to life I’m so happy)

“My Uncle was smart to hire you.”

“Because I’m good at my job?”