Current Hyperfixation: Jegulus

Can you believe they didn’t use this take?? The way Fedyor eats it too, Ivan smiling even more here , the lack of space between the two and actually grabbing each other???!!! They’re literally in their own little world 😭

ryan: T_T

allison: alright you can come but bring your wife i like her more than you

Thank you!!! <3 And you most definitely make sense yES:

Remus doesn’t like people touching Sirius too much

Not hand shaking, or back patting, or hair ruffling- just no.

Remus doesn’t like it.

He has an especially rough time containing this fact

So, because of this, Quidditch after-parties (especially ones where Sirius has done rather well in the previous game) are not his thing

Because that’s all people jumping on Sirius and hugging him and giving him jokingly sloppy kisses on his cheek and messing up his hair and everything that Remus and Remus only should be allowed to do

And he tries to just sit there and ignore it. He tries to just drink his butterbeer and not watch but he can hear it

He can hear the “Well done, Black!” and the hand shake and the “Fuck yeah, Sirius!” And the hug

And he knows that when they’re in bed together later that night he’ll be able to smell all these other people all over him and he hates that

Because Sirius is his

And if he’s going to smell like anything other than himself it will be Remus

So his grip on his drink slowly gets tighter and his eyes get narrower and the angrier he gets the more heightened his senses become which is not helping

The final straw is Angie Rosebow and Caroline Courflush kissing Sirius on each cheek at the same time and no no no those cheeks are not theirs they are Remus’ they have no right he’sminehe’snottheirsstoptouchinghimstopstopstophe’sminestop

And the next thing he knows he’s flinging his drink down on the table and grabbing Sirius out of their clutches and pushing him behind him and fucking growling at the two giggling girls

They stop their giggling immediately and stare at him in shock

“Whoa, Moons, alright there, love?”

Remus whirls around and growling out a “you’re mine” through his teeth, low enough for only Sirius to hear

Sirius is just as shocked as the two girls behind them are but at the same time all his blood seems to be rushing downwards because Remus is flushed and he’s got a bruising grip on Sirius’ hips and he’s fucking hot and calling Sirius his and he’s so turned on right now

“Y-Yeah…”

Remus just shoots one more glance at the party and he knows he can’t stand it anymore, “C’mon.”

He pulls Sirius up the dorm staircase and into their dorm room. He locks the door and throws some locking and silencing charms up which instantly makes Sirius’ heart beat faster because what is about to happen

Before he can think much else he’s being shoved against a wall and Remus is attacking his mouth and tugging at his clothes, “need to get their fucking scents off of you…”

And Sirius doesn’t really know what the hell he’s on about but if it involves taking their clothes off he’s all for it.

Pretty soon Remus has got all Sirius’ clothes in a pile far away from their bed and he’s just attacking Sirius’ neck and shoulders and Sirius feels his teeth so many times he thinks he’s going to pass out from the sheer intensity of it all

“You’re mine, Sirius. Promise me.”

“Fuck- I’m yours. I’m yours, holy shit, Moons.”

He thinks he might have passed out because the next thing he knows, he’s waking up with Remus curled up next to him, much more peaceful

He watches Remus sleep for a little bit before he decides he better get up and get ready for classes

He walks sleepily into the bathroom, prepared to start brushing his teeth but stops dead in front of the sink when he sees his reflection

His shoulders and neck- fuck, his entire torso- his hips even, are positively covered with purple and red marks, ranging from small little nips to full on and rounded bruises roughly the size of a Galleon

“Merlin,” Sirius stares at himself in amazement, turning and looking over his shoulder to see more - they trail down his shoulder blades to his wing bones - light, red nail marks are sunk into his skin

“God, Remus.” Sirius whispers to himself, “What the- Merlin.”

“Morning-” James stops dead in his tracks towards the sinks, his eyes fixed on Sirius. His eyes slowly get wider and wider, “For fucks sake. What did he do to you?”

Sirius stutters, “I-”

“No. No I don’t want to know-”

“Morning.” Comes another, softer voice from the doorway

James gives Sirius a little salute and quickly names his exit (”I did not need to see that.”)

“Remus!” Sirius gestures wildly to himself, “Wha-” He turns back towards the mirror, “For Merlin’s sake!”

Remus just walks up to Sirius and wraps both arms around him from behind, gazing at Sirius in the mirror intensely 

It’s then that Sirius notices just how good Remus smells - not like a store bought scent though… like he’s just radiating off… him. His own thick scent that can only be described as Remus and it’s like it’s surrounding them

“Remus-?” But the next thing Sirius knows Remus is pressing his nose deep into Sirius’ neck and inhaling.

Sirius feels frozen as he feels Remus’ grip tighten, his eyes flutter close for a second before they flash back open as Remus very gently bites over one of Sirius’ already sensitive marks

Remus straightens back up with a pleased smile on his face, pressing a kiss to one of the larger marks on Sirius’ shoulder and nodding to himself, “Much better.”

invloves: sleepy/sick remus , hot quidditch sirius , snuggles

Sirius and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team came into the common room in one, big, laughing and shoving bunch.

Remus looked up from his place by the fire, over his mound of blankets, and couldn’t help but grin.

Because Sirius looked like he was glowing.

His recently cut hair curled around his ears, pieces sticking to his sweaty forehead, but the thicker parts sticking up slightly in soft curls

They were all discussing the game, James trying to get people to listen to what he was saying about what they could do better this time (honestly, the only time you can get James to be sensible is Quidditch), but the other players were just happy they’d won.

“Honestly Pads, just- try not to shove people off their-“ James sighed, eyes following Sirius’ to Remus on the couch, “aaanndd you’re no longer listening. Okay. You- McKinnon! Next time Malfoy pulls something like that I want you to-“

But Remus wasn’t listening anymore either.

Because Sirius had fixed his grey eyes on him, his smile turning to a soft one. He dropped his broom on one of the tables and made his way over to Remus’ couch, kneeling down to be at his level and instantly stroking a hand through his hair,

Remus’ eyes fluttered a little at the feeling, “Hi.” He croaked.

“Hi.” Sirius grinned, bending forward to press a kiss to Remus’ forehead, “How’re you feeling?”

Remus sniffed a little in response, nuzzling further into Sirius’ hand.

Sirius laughed softly, pressing a long kiss to Remus’ heated cheek, raising an eyebrow when Remus made a noise of protest.

“You’re sweaty.” Remus said, sniffing again.

“Oh, excuse me, you’re majesty.”

Remus hit his shoulder weakly, but ended up just fisting the material of his Quidditch robes and pulling him closer.

Sirius nudged his nose against Remus’ making Remus involuntarily tilt his chin forward

“Really wanna kiss you.” He sighed.

“Don’t understand what’s stopping you.” Sirius smirked, “You’ve never had a problem with other people being in the room before, if you know what I mean-“

Remus shushed him, pressing a hand over his mouth, “I meant my cold you little- Merlin, Sirius.”

Sirius just laughed from behind Remus’ fingers, poking his tongue out of his mouth to make Remus remove his hand,

“I know, I know…” Sirius studied Remus for a second, biting his lip, “Your cute when you’re sick, y’know that?”

This time the heat that rose to Remus’ cheeks wasn’t from his fever. He bit back a smile, turning his face into the pillows he’d brought down from the dorm.

“No, no,” Sirius grinned, nuzzling his nose into Remus’ cheek, “Don’t hide from me,” he mouthed at Remus’ jaw, “‘m just saying…”

“Shut up.” Remus only barely peaked out from the pillows, snuffling.

Sirius thought his heart would melt right out of his chest at the way Remus’ long eyelashes cast shadows across his cheeks in the firelight.

It was a bit of a breaking point for Sirius, and he reached forward, tilting Remus’ face towards him, and kissed him, long and sweet.

And when he heard Remus start to mumble something about how he’d get sick against his lips, he just kissed him harder.

Remus resigned with a soft sigh and a “mpfkay”.

It wasn’t long before Sirius was shrugging out of his heavy Quidditch robes and crawling into Remus’ blanket fort, snuggling into the space left on the couch, (a space that he would be falling off of if they weren’t holding each other so tightly)

“Let’s just sleep here tonight.” Remus sighed into Sirius chest, pressing kisses to his collarbones.

Sirius agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of Remus’ head, then his forehead, making his way back down to his lips, “No problem, Snuffles.”

Sirius chuckled as he felt a feeble kick at his chins by a socked foot.

“Shut up.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

definitely don’t think about how the wolf was confused and lonely, and how his companions were simply gone. despite their constant presence for the last few years.

don’t think about sirius in dog form, staring at the moon and whimpering because he knows he should be there.

definitely don’t think about how it’s one of the worst moons remus has ever had, and how in the morning hes all alone to tend to his body.

The first time they see each other, its right before an Order meeting, in the entrance hall of Sirius’ parents house

Of course, Remus knew that Sirius was going to be there, he knew that he was about to see Sirius for the first time in twelve years

But knowing he was going to see him is not the same thing as actually seeing him

Because when Remus came through the door, scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and long coat pulled around him; when he turned around from carefully shutting the door, mere knowing had not prepared him at all for what he was seeing

And that was Sirius. Sirius who’s hair was longer and face more lined but had the exact same boyish grin aimed directly at Remus

The grin was paired with tear-filled eyes because how was he suppose to not get emotional? His Moons was standing right in front of him for the first time in… well, it felt like forever.

And the sight made Remus close to tears too

“Long time, Moons.” His voice was a little thick, a little shaky. He took a step forward, “I would have written but…” He shrugged a shoulder, “Y’know.”

Remus, who had been biting his lip hard enough to keep the tears at bay, let out a sob.

And then he was closing the distance between them in two long strides and fuck Sirius’ arms were around him and it had been so long and he just felt like he was 16 again

“You idiot. I didn’t expect you to write- You idiot.” Remus gripped Sirius’ face in both of his hands studying it. He wasn’t sure if he meant idiot for the stupid writing comment or for everything else.

“Good to know you still think highly of me.” Sirius let out a watery laugh, his hands finding Remus’ hair, “I was worried you might have-.” The words moved on got stuck in his throat

“Wh- No. No, Merlin, you’re such an idiot. I’d never- how could I?” How could I when I’ve got you?

“Would you stop insulting me and just kiss me already?”

But they could barely kiss because they were both just smiling too hard.

And when they finally pulled away, Sirius just leaned his forehead against Remus’, tracing a fresh scar that ran from his ear to his jaw.

“’m sorry.” Sirius’ voice was much heavier now and for the first time, Remus could hear the years in it, “You were all alone, ‘m sorry, Re-”

“No. It’s not- They’ve got this potion now.” Sirius cocked an eyebrow and Remus explained, “I might as well be a common dog.”

“Hey what’s wrong with a common dog?”

Remus scoffed but, looking at Sirius, his eyes were soft. He just stared a moment before speaking, “’Missed you.”

Sirius let out a breath, shaking his head, “You have no idea… Thought about you every day.. And Prongs.. Lils. Harry.”

“Harry’s just like them, Pads. I taught him for a whole year. He’s got the map and the cloak, and the hair-”

“Wait. Taught him?”

Remus blushed, “Yes.”

Sirius stared for a second, and then his face broke into a grin, “Professor Lupin-”

“Shut up.”

Sirius let out a loud laugh before throwing his arms around Remus’ neck again and pressing a long kiss to his lips, “Honestly though, Moons… ‘m proud of you. I told you you could teach.. I knew you could, even with your… furry little problem.”

Remus groans and kisses him again, “You haven’t changed- you’re so annoying.”

Sirius just smiles, “You love me.”

Remus shakes his head but whispers back, “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Sirius knew he needed to study.

He knew that the Charms exam was tomorrow - at eight in the morning no less - and that if he didn’t focus right now, there was no way he’d score higher than ‘poor’.

He really did need to focus.

But then there was Remus…

Right across from him…

Hunched over his own book, fingers pushed through his hair so his forehead was resting against his palm and biting at his lower lip.

And damn, if there had ever been a time that Sirius wanted to study less it was right then…

Sirius watched Remus’ brow furrow, “Hey Pads… have you gotten up to the housekeeping chapter? I don’t get- What?”

Remus’ brows pulled lower over his eyes in concern, “What are you looking at? Do I have something-“

But Sirius was already pushing out of his chair and scrambling around the table, banging his hip rather painfully on the way.

Remus let out a little surprised laugh before Sirius was seating himself in his lap, pushing his fingers through Remus’ thick hair like he had watched Remus’ do moments ago. The gesture made Remus tilt his head back slightly, bringing their lips close together.

Remus’ hands found Sirius’ hips, rubbing softly - his warm palm felt good on the already forming bruise from the table.

“You alright?” He said softly.

Sirius just sighed, letting one of his hands fall to rest on Remus’ chest, the other carding softly through his hair once more before resting behind his head, tangling the soft hairs at the back of his neck, “uh-huh.”

“Yeah?” Sirius wanted to melt at the way Remus was smiling at him- like he would only ever smile at him like that, 

“well,” Remus continued, eyes flicking around then back to Sirius’ face teasingly, “you do remember we’re in a library, don’t you?”

Sirius just bumped their noses, “So?” He felt a bit breathless being this close to Remus, which was strange because they had been at this level of closeness for… well, it felt like forever.

He vaguely wondered if Remus would always make him feel like that - like his heart had suddenly been swapped out with one from a hummingbird, beating a thousand times per minute.

“So…” Remus hinted, eyes casting around the other students scattered around the tables - students they were only just blocked from by a small bookshelf.

Sirius huffed again, “I know, I know, I just- You were just sitting there with your hair and your hands and you fucking lips and I couldn’t help it. I just needed to-“ Sirius groans softly and leans down, pressing their lips together, hands fisting his shirt and hair.

Remus just grins up at him when they part, his own fingers having tightened their grip on Sirius’ hips. 

He hums softly in approval, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ lips again, then the corner of his mouth, than along his jaw, “Who knew I had this effect on you?”

Sirius’ eyes slip close and he leans his head to the side, giving Remus’ mouth more room pressing down his neck, “I- Shut up…”

Remus was use to it.

Really, it didn’t bother him. It didn’t.

He was use to it.

He had been watching girls throw themselves at Sirius since third year so why should it bother him?

He was use to it.

But that didn’t mean he liked it.

That didn’t mean he had to put up with it.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun.

Remus watched from just outside the great hall, eyes zeroed in on Sirius.

He was, as usual, sitting with James and Pete, who were sitting with Marlene and Lily.

But sliding into the seats around them, leaning over the benches between shoulders, were girls.

Girls who only had eyes for the raven haired boy that couldn’t resist sending them that gorgeous smile, while at the same time trying not to encourage them too much.

He received hair flip after hair flip, loud laughs, bashful glances, meaningful flirtatious shoves.

James just shook his head. Remus watched as Lily suppressed a smile as he blatantly ignored every female there, opting instead to turn to her, asking how her sleep was.

And Remus entered the hall.

Hand in his pocket, messenger bag slung effortlessly over his shoulder, he waltzed right up to the table, standing inches behind a girl who was leaning over to laugh loudly at probably nothing, breasts out.

“Do people ever tell you you’re funny, Sirius? Because honestly, you are so-”

“Ahem.”

The chatter stopped.

Heads turned.

Remus thought he heard a few of them gasp.

The girl in front of him, having spun at the noise, had wide, flaming eyes.

Remus sent her his best winning smile, “Excuse me.”

When the girl didn’t move right away, Remus took matters into his own hands. he, a bit too forcefully maybe, nudged the girl out of his way with his leather clad shoulder, sliding into his seat and dropping his bag to the floor.

“Morning all.” He said brightly.

James was smirking at him, Lily had an eyebrow raised, Marlene was suppressing a laugh as she looked at the faces around them.

Remus smirked, “Pads, you think you could pass me that jam?”

He turned to his right when there was no movement, “Pads. Hello?”

But Sirius had heard nothing about jam. he was staring atheism, jaw slightly slack. Or more like staring at what Remus was wearing.

Sirius flinched as he was kicked by who Remus guessed was Marlene from under the table.

“I-I…” Remus watched as Sirius’ face melted from shock into a soft, lopsided smile, “I like your jacket.”

Remus flushed a little despite himself, ducking and grabbing the jam himself, “It’s laundry day. You know. I needed something. I’ll return it. Later.”

He smiled up at a particularly red faced girl.

Sirius grinned, leaning in to Remus, mouth against his ear, “Keep it.”

There were quite a few huffs and humphs from around them as Remus felt a soft nip at his neck, just above the leather collar.

“Oh Jesus, it’s breakfast, Sirius!” Lily laughed through her stern look, “You don’t seem James all over me, do you?”

James ran a hand through his hair, coughing a little, “Well, I could if you-”

So I'm going to just share it, as is. From Remus, To Sirius, post Azkaban.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32795263

Sirius Black had the unfortunate ability to tell everyone about his feelings for Remus, except Remus. It had gotten to the point where he even saw first years in the hallway pointing at him and he could pick up words from their conversations like “Remus” or “Love” or “utter gay disaster who can’t confess his feelings to his best friend.” He definitely made that last one up, but the sentiment was still there.

buying a set of books for christmas on their sixth year that contained “quidditch through the ages”, “the tales of beedle the bard” and “fantastic beasts and where to find them” because they were in discount and wanted to gift the marauders something that year

he gave james “quidditch through the ages”

“i know you have probably read it multiple times already but i thought you’d like it”

he gave peter “the tales of beedle the bard”

he kept “fantastic beasts and where to find them”

he gifted sirius some ABBA records

in the middle of the night sirius stole fantastic beasts from remus just to scribble and add notes on the werewolf section

sirius packed it up and gave it to him the next morning

“padfoot, you do realise it isn’t christmas anymore?”

“nonsense! open it”

remus opened it and he was super confused because it was the same book he had bought

“check the werewolf section”

he almost cried to it

sirius was so sweet, and he realised he loved him