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JenCala

@jencala / jencala.tumblr.com

📌 Writer. Dreamer. Latina. Florida girl. Pure Slytherin. Absolute Wolfstar trash.  Fandom Mom, or so they tell me.📌 My AO3
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caradoc Dearborn/Benjy Fenwick Characters: Benjy Fenwick, Caradoc Dearborn Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Birthday Fluff, Caradoc’s Birthday Summary:

Caradoc wakes on his fortieth birthday feeling old. Luckily, Benjy makes him feel like a teenager again.

This is a gift for @jencala, who recently enough (yes I’m late, shhhh) had a birthday! Hope you like the fic!

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Coop!!!  I love this so much!  I love you so much!  Thank you, my wonderful friend, this is the best fluff and my Canjy babies... ahhhh I love it!!

Y’all go read this beautiful fluffy fic, it’s adorable!  Made up bonus points for whoever gets the “tattooed twat and my favorite ex” reference!  ;-)

Thank you so much, Coop!!  @nagemeikenu

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Two posts not too far apart BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! 

Here’s a Regulus I drew a little while back for @confunded-gryffindor  (who writes the most amazing Reggie) for a lil trade we did! 

i’ve been going for a more action applicable style, like if this was animated there would be emphasis on the long limbs and sharp angles that would lend themselves to quick movement with an easy silhouette to follow.  

 Also, wanted him in some super posh and snazzy looking clothing that just screams “my parents made me wear this”, and something that really makes him look older than he is. His family pushes him into situations no kid his age should have to endure, so it makes sense for him to feel mentally older than his peers.

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Interim List Of Nominees 🎉

Below you’ll find the list of current nominees. Congratulations to everyone!  

There is time till January 1st to submit your nominees. Check this post for more info.

Titles of nominated works are links to the pages, where you can check them out. Please, note that we specifically tagged only #nsfw art. Other tw/cw (if there are any) are tagged on the original posts only. 

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The List Of Nominees

Fanfiction 

Wolfstar One Shot Award 2019:  The Treasuries of Firenze by @jennandblitz;  Fire On Fire by @wolfstargarden;  Temptation by @curlyremus;  When I’m With You by @purplechimera8;  Insomnia by @january3693;  The Heir by @remus-john-lupin

Wolfstar Flash Fic Award 2019 (under 500 words): Secrets by @evax3The Watch by @maraudererasmutFamiliar by @yumenouveau

Favourite Wolfstar/Anyone Award 2019 :  Never Have I Ever… (Wolfstarbucks) by @jennandblitzI’d get on my knees (Wolfstarbucks) by @letsdothepanic

Wolfstar Canonverse Award 2019:  We Were Infinite by @captofthesswolfstarWe Can Be Heroes by @blitheringmcgonagall;

Wolfstar Magical AU Award 2019:  Holy Bones by @chromat1cs;  Someone We Used to Know by @january3693 ; 

Wolfstar Cross-Universe Award 2019 : Excommunicado by @yumenouveau;  The Treasuries of Firenze by @jennandblitz

Wolfstar Classic Tropes Award 2019:  Insomnia by @january3693;  Troubles in Bed Sharing by @kattlupin; 

Wolfstar Comedy In Fic Award 2019: Hepburn Avenue by @stonecoldhedwig; Caraway Street by @stonecoldhedwig;  Life Finds a Way by @confunded-gryffindor;  Totally Tropical Remus in The Caribbean by @wolfstargarden;  Moony’s Mattresses by @starstruck4moonySHAME by @bringblackback

Wolfstar Angst Award 2019:  Not Anymore by @holy-shit-its-wolfstar,  Constellations by @curlyremusSHAME by @bringblackback;  The Treasuries of Firenze by @jennandblitz;  Hollow by @letsdothepanic;  The Moon that Breaks by @thehufflebean;  Notes by @ashes-and-ashes-dust-and-dust;  

Wolfstar Fluff Award 2019: Til the Very End by @jencala;  Wouldn’t It Be Nice? by @marlenemckinn and @jennandblitz;  It Takes Four to Tango by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Wolfstar Smut Award 2019:  Pas de Deux in the Upper West Side by @bringblackbackPrimavera by @quoththethestralMy Own Secret Ceremonials by @jennandblitz;  Subatomic @ebp-brain;  A Night Out by @maraudererasmut;  The Suit by @maraudererasmut;  Black Glitter by @jennandblitz;  A/S/L  by @maraudererasmut Of Masters and Slaves @jencala

Favourite Sirius Black Characterisation Of 2019: Liebestraum by @quoththethestral ;  Names by rvltn909* ; Taste by @jennandblitz ;  SHAME by @bringblackback

Beta Of The Year :  @jennandblitz

Art 

Artist Of The Year:  @yumenouveau;  @gulliblegoldfish;  @littlebitellie;  @filesia;  @meekinthedraw; @maraudererasmut; @art-of-ame; @gibbarts;  @breathing-and-stuff

Wolfstar Artwork Of The Year**:  A little fun in the common room by @maraudererasmut cw:nsfw; no title  by @maraudererasmut cw:nsfw; illustration for Taste by @jennandblitz by @yumenouveau;  <3</a> by @filesia;  Kicking off pride month with some wolfstar by @gulliblegoldfish

Favourite Sirius Black Portrayal (character design) Of 2019**: first war design by  @meekinthedraw

Favourite Remus Lupin Portrayal (character design) Of 2019**: Remus Lupin by @softsiriusblack;  Gryffindors are cool and werewolves are even cooler by  @gulliblegoldfish

Wolfstar Micro-Story In Art Award 2019**:  ‘lie low at lupin’s’ by @meekinthedraw;  Prongs stop being salty you will get the girl (dialogue by @asktheblacksheep) by  siriuslymischief (insta);  au : photographer & football player by @modern-wolfstar;  I call this catharsis by @art-of-ame

Wolfstar Aesthetic Of The Year**:  Sirius Black and Remus Lupin by @malfoy

Role play/cosplay

Shapeshifter Of The Year:  @softsiriusblack;  @transaurus;  @praecipiopatronum

Favourite Remus Lupin Impersonation Of 2019: Remus Lupin by @praecipiopatronum; Remus Lupin by @stjernfaerie; Remus Lupin by @tired-lupin; Remus Lupin by @jenlizrose; Remus Lupin by @megathy-two​; Remus Lupin by @anarrayofwits​; Remus Lupin by @prettylestrange​; Remus Lupin by @ask-the–stars​

Wolfstar Gif Thread Of The Year:  Congratulations by @softsiriusblack​, @bringblackback​ @nikkyzaziki​ @praecipiopatronum​;  Welcome aboard by  @softsiriusblack​ @the-moon-and-stars-my-love​  @praecipiopatronum​;  Super blue moon by @asktheboywholived

Most Hilarious Thread/Gif Award 2019:  Jumpers and Jackets by  @transaurus​ @slytherinsiriusblack​  @prettylestrange​ @askyourlocalhufflepuff​ @amortentiando​;  The true-truth by @scamandergenes​  @megathy-two​;  Remus Brings Home A Pet… by @olivandersdaughter​ @sirussly​; Remus’ Schedule by @prettylestrange​

Best Makeup Award 2019: Remus Lupin by @jenlizrose​; Sirius Black by  @muirin007​; Remus Lupin by @asktheboywholived​

Best Costume Award 2019: Pirate!Remus Lupin by @praecipiopatronum​

* - if you know the tumblr accounts of these authors, please, tag them in the comments

** - if you are the author of the nominated work and you don’t agree with the title chosen for the list (or have an alternative one), please contact us with your suggestions. We’ll gladly make edits

Congratulations ! Y'all are so talented and did a great job this year!

Special thanks to everyone who took time to submit nominees!

We’ll try to make separate posts for each nominee to make it easier to take a closer look. 

If you have any questions/suggestions, please message us.

Love,

Dumbledorks

WTF, Tumblr?!

It seems we exceeded the maximum of 50 possible @mentions per post and tags are not workinking properly.

We’ll probably divide The List Of Nominees into sections and make a chain of reblogs. We want everyone to get a notification that they are nominated

Okay, that didn’t work either, only created more mess..

Well, individual posts for each nominee should make it work then

Love,

Dumbledorks

PS. It would be nice if you helped to spread the word

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There are SOOOO many amazing writers, artists, and RP’ers nominated!  I love this!  Congratulations to everyone nominated!

I’m also insanely honored to be nominated in this fabulous group of talented people.  THANK YOU to anyone who nominated me and my fics, you are so sweet and I love you for thinking of me!!

Go check out all these fabulous content creators and go vote and nominate your favorites, apparently there is still time to nominate!!

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Oh I love all of your drabbles and always go through your feed to make sure I didn’t miss any! Could I get a meet-ugly for wolfstar? Like something goes horribly wrong but it makes them meet and laugh?

           Remus was sitting in the chairs by his terminal waiting for his plane. He’d finally snagged a spot near an outlet so that he could charge his phone. He had passed out the night before without charging it and was just lucky he’d remembered to set his alarm or else he might have missed his flight. The term was over and Remus was on his way back to Wales for the Christmas Holiday to visit his parents. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to seeing his dad, as he’d gotten enough chilly silences for a lifetime, but his mum would kill him if he elected to stay in London for Christmas.

           He had already scrolled through all the usual social media apps and watched a few Youtube videos. With nothing better to do, Remus opened Tinder with usual amount of trepidation. Lily had forced him to sign up for the app, claiming it wasn’t as bad as he thought. It had led to a few awkward dates that usually resulted in Remus getting ghosted, and a few even more awkward one night stands that also led to Remus being ghosted. His track record wasn’t the best.

           He was scrolling through, trying to remind him of what Lily had said. “Not everyone is going to have your same interests, Remus. You have to give people a chance.” Remus thought he had given quite a few people a chance and that hadn’t exactly worked out for him. No matter how much he tried he couldn’t swipe right on someone whose entire profile was pictures of them at the gym.

           His finger hesitated over a picture of someone who absolutely couldn’t be real. He had long, dark hair that fell well past his shoulders and grey eyes that Remus thought must have been either contact lenses or photoshopped. High cheekbones and sinful lips the man looked like a model. Remus was not about to get catfished by a picture that was probably of someone famous that he just didn’t recognize. Besides, what kind of a name was Sirius anyway? It was obviously fake.

           He swiped left. Not today, Satan.

           “Hard pass on that guy, huh?” Someone said from above Remus. “Ouch.”

           Remus glanced up and the first thing he noticed were grey eyes. He felt his own eyes widen in surprise as he took in the rest of the guy standing in front of him. It was the guy he had just swiped left on. Here, in the flesh, very much real. “Oh my god,” he said, feeling a blush of embarrassment rise to his cheeks.

           “I’ll try not to take it too personally,” the guy said, sitting down across from Remus and crossing his legs.

           “I-I didn’t – “ Remus said, tripping over his words from his absolute mortification. “I-I thought…”

           “It’s okay,” Sirius said, realizing quickly that Remus was struggling and letting him off the hook. “You don’t have to explain.”

           “I thought you weren’t real!” Remus said, finally able to get the words out and saying them a bit louder than he’d originally intended.

           Sirius raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m just that stunning, huh?” he joked, sliding an elastic off his wrist and putting his hair up into a messy bun.

           Remus swallowed thickly. “You have to be careful with stuff like this,” Remus explained, pretending that seeing Sirius’ hair up like that wasn’t doing things to him. “You see a Tinder profile with a name like Sirius and the picture looks like you…it doesn’t seem all that realistic, does it?”

           Sirius barked out a laugh. “Okay, I’ll give you the name, it’s been a pain in the arse my entire life.”

           Remus found himself leaning forward in Sirius’ direction. “Mine’s not much better,” he assured Sirius with a knowing grin. “Remus Lupin.”

           Sirius grabbed his bag and moved, sliding into the seat next to Remus. “Nice to meet you, Remus Lupin. I’ll have to remember the name so I can tell my mates all about the guy who broke my heart at the airport.”

           Remus ducked his head down. “I don’t think it’s anything as serious as that.”

           “Oh you wound me,” Sirius said, clutching at his chest. “So what’s your chat up line on Tinder? Anything good?”

           “I usually say hi my name is Remus.”

           Sirius rolled his eyes. “No wonder you’re still on there.”

           “Well what’s yours then?” Remus challenged, bumping his shoulder against Sirius’ lightly.

           “Usually something like call me Jaffa cake because I’m looking like a snack!”

           Remus burst out laughing. “I can see why you’re still on there too.”

           Sirius smirked. “Call me biscuit because I wanna be filled with your custard crème.”

           Remus laughed even harder, doubling over and clutching his sides. “Oh god, I can’t breathe!”

           Sirius laughed with him, Remus’ mirth spurring him on until neither of them could stop laughing. By the time Remus calmed down he had tears in his eyes that he quickly wiped away.

           “You’re mental,” he informed Sirius, shaking his head.

           Sirius slung his arm around Remus’ shoulders and pulled him in close as if they were about the share a secret. “It runs in my family,” he said, whispering against Remus’’ ear and making Remus shiver. “In fact it practically gallops.”

           Remus turned his head slightly and looked into Sirius’ impossible grey eyes. “Okay Cary Grant,’ he teased, recognizing the Arsenic and Old Lace reference.

           Sirius’ eyes lit up when Remus called him out. “Fuck, it’s a real shame you passed on me. I think we would have been good together.”

           Remus bit his bottom lip nervously. “Maybe considering we’ve met in real life, we could skip the whole talking on Tinder thing and go right to having each other’s numbers?”

           Sirius considered it for a moment. “You’re not going to give me a fake number, are you?”

           “I wouldn’t do that,” Remus insisted. “Besides, I’m the one who initiated it. Why would I do that if I was just going to give you a fake number?”

           Sirius hummed. “Good point. Although I’m already so wounded by you it’s difficult to think rationally!”

           They swapped mobiles and Remus programmed his number into Sirius’ phone before handing it back to him. “Really?” he said, seeing what Sirius had put in his phone. “You labeled yourself as Sex God Sirius Black?”

           Sirius shrugged. “Oh ye of little faith.”

           Remus blushed. “I’m changing it the first chance I get.”

           “No!” Sirius said indignantly. “You’re going to deny my claim as a deity? That’s very rude, Remus.”

           They called for Remus’ flight to start boarding and Remus found himself disappointed that he couldn’t continue talking with Sirius. At least there was the promise of more conversations to come.

           Remus laughed and got to his feet. “Fine, I’ll keep it. But it’ll be under review after the first time we shag.”

           Sirius’ jaw dropped. “Remus! Now you’ve put quite a bit of pressure on me for our first time together.”

           Remus grinned and bent down so he was mere inches away from Sirius’ face. With a courage he didn’t know he had, he just barely brushed his lips against Sirius’ and enjoyed the little inhale of breath he got in response. “You put the pressure on yourself by programming that as your name in my phone. I’ll have expectations now.”

           Sirius rose to the challenge Remus had set down. He grabbed Remus by the front of his jumper and kissed him fiercely. Remus put his hands on Sirius’ shoulders to steady himself as they snogged in the airport. When he finally pulled back, he was breathless with kiss-swollen lips. “I have to go,” he said softly. 

           “Don’t go to Wales,” Sirius begged, tugging lightly at Remus’ jumper. “Wales is rubbish. Stay here with me.”

           Remus chuckled. “What are you even doing here then if you’re staying in London?”

           “I’m going to Paris for the week to visit my uncle Alfie,” Sirius explained, pressing kisses along Remus’ jawline.

           “Then you’re not staying here either,” Remus reminded him in amusement. “Unless you’re offering to whisk me away to Paris.”

           “Now there’s an idea.”

           “Sirius, no,” Remus said, laughing softly. “Absolutely mental.”

           “Fine,” Sirius said, pressing a kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth, “I’ll let you go if you promise to be back for New Years and be my date.”

           “So now I’m to be held hostage, is that it?” Remus joked, nipping playfully at Sirius’ bottom lip.

           Sirius balked. “No, I just – “

           Remus silenced him with a kiss. “Yes, I’ll be your date for New Years. Now will you let me board the plane, please?”

           “Fine,” Sirius said, releasing his jumper. “Text me?”

           “I will,” Remus promised, straightening up and fixing his jumper where it had gotten a bit rumpled from Sirius holding it. He grabbed his bag before getting in the queue to get on the plane. He gave Sirius a smile and a little wave before he disappeared through the door.

           He had just found his seat when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled at the name on the notification.  

           Sex God Sirius Black: I’d like to put an unexpected item in your bagging area.

           Remus chuckled and shook his head.

           Remus Lupin: Dreadful. Absolutely dreadful. I rescind my offer to be your date on New Years.

           Sex God Sirius Black: NOOOOOOOO

           Remus Lupin: Also an unexpected item makes it sound kind of rapey.

           Sex God Sirius Black: It’s unexpected because of how large it is.

           Remus Lupin: They all say that.

           Sex God Sirius Black: Haven’t you learned not to doubt me?

           Remus Lupin: I think you have a tendency to over-exaggerate.

           Sex God Sirius Black: Me? Never!

           Remus Lupin: Plane is about to take off. Talk to you later. Plonker.

           Remus arrived in Wales less than an hour later. When he got off the plane, his mum was waiting for him and pulled him into a big hug. His dad was nowhere to be found but that suited Remus just fine. He was in the middle of hugging his mum when his phone went crazy with notifications buzzing.

           “My, aren’t you popular!” Hope said with a grin.

           Remus pulled his phone out. He had fifty-five text messages from Sirius. Shaking his head, he followed his mum out to the car and read them on the way home in between answering questions from his mum.

Sex God Sirius Black: I miss you already.

Sex God Sirius Black: Come back I want more kissing.

Sex God Sirius Black: Fuck, my flight is delayed three hours.

Sex God Sirius Black: I’m bored! Come back!

Sex God Sirius Black: This is a real injustice, Remus. I’ll never forgive you for abandoning me in my hour of need.

Sex God Sirius Black: Just kidding I forgive you.

Sex God Sirius Black: Do you want to get coffee because I like you a latte.

Sex God Sirius Black: Is that one better? More your speed?

Sex God Sirius Black: Fuck this is intolerable.

Sex God Sirius Black: I realize now that I’ve sent you way too many messages and you’re going to be very worried about giving me your mobile number.

Sex God Sirius Black: GO BIG OR GO HOME!

Sex God Sirius Black: I wish you could respond. I like talking to you.

Sex God Sirius Black: How long does it take to get to Wales?! I could swim there faster than this!

Sex God Sirius Black: In case you were wondering, I swiped right on you.

Sex God Sirius Black: Because I’m not a HEARTLESS MONSTER.

Sex God Sirius Black: And I thought you were cute.

Sex God Sirius Black: Although I need to teach you how to take better selfies. You’re absolutely pants at it.

Sex God Sirius Black: The selfies will just be for me though. No more Tinder for you!

Sex God Sirius Black: Or at least I hope.

Sex God Sirius Black: I’m thinking about deleting it myself. Is that too fast? I wouldn’t want to put any more expectations on this than I already have.

Sex God Sirius Black: Bollocks.

Sex God Sirius Black: I deleted it. It’s not like I can’t download it again, right?

Sex God Sirius Black: You probably think I’m a crazy person.

Sex God Sirius Black: Not probably. You definitely think I’m a crazy person.

Sex God Sirius Black: I’ll stop now and leave you alone before I scare you off.

Sex God Sirius Black: Well that lasted all of ten minutes.

Sex God Sirius Black: I went and got a Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks because my chat up line made me want one.

Sex God Sirius Black: Yes, I am 100% that bitch.

Sex God Sirius Black: I hope you don’t think less of me, Remus.

Sex God Sirius Black: Not sure how you could though.

Sex God Sirius Black: I think I’ve probably scared you off. I have a tendency to do that.

Sex God Sirius Black: Not that this kind of thing happens to me a lot.

Sex God Sirius Black: Fuck!

Sex God Sirius Black: Sorry. I’m freaking out a little bit.

Sex God Sirius Black: I like you.

Sex God Sirius Black: Why was it so acceptable for people to write love letters back in Jane Austen time to people they hardly knew but it’s weird if I bombard you with text messages after meeting once and a few snogs?

Sex God Sirius Black: Mr. Darcy wrote Elizabeth Bennett a letter and it was romantic as shit!

Sex God Sirius Black: Did I just make myself Mr. Darcy in this scenario?

Sex God Sirius Black: I feel like you’re much more a Mr. Darcy type than I am.

Sex God Sirius Black: and hey we met because of a misunderstanding!

Sex God Sirius Black: I don’t have a bunch of sisters though. Just a brother named Regulus. We don’t really talk.

Sex God Sirius Black: My Uncle Alfie is sick. Colon cancer. I don’t normally see him for Christmas and just spend it with my friend James.

Sex God Sirius Black: Reg wouldn’t even come with me to see Alfie even though it’s probably going to be his last Christmas.

Sex God Sirius Black: Doesn’t that fucking suck?

Sex God Sirius Black: I’m sure he has his reasons.

Sex God Sirius Black: I don’t really get on with my family.

Sex God Sirius Black: Fuck this is some heavy shit. You running for the hills yet? Blocking my number?

Sex God Sirius Black: Sorry. This isn’t what you signed up for.

Sex God Sirius Black: I’m a bit of a hot mess.

Sex God Sirius Black: Emphasis on the hot.

Sex God Sirius Black: Sorry. I couldn’t help it.

Sex God Sirius Black: I’ll leave you alone until you can actually respond to me.

Sex God Sirius Black: Just know it’ll be difficult for me.

Sex God Sirius Black: If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever.

Sex God Sirius Black: Okay, I’m really done now.

Remus read them all and then went back and read them again. He tried not to laugh out loud because he didn’t exactly want his mum asking him questions. He didn’t want to share the fact that he had snogged a stranger at the airport and then given him his number. He didn’t think his mum would approve.

Remus Lupin: Oh my god!

Sex God Sirius Black: Moony!

Remus Lupin: What?

Sex God Sirius Black: I was bored so I was thinking up a nickname for you.

Remus Lupin: And that was the best you could come up with?

Sex God Sirius Black: Don’t be mean. I was distraught without you!

Remus Lupin: Yes I can see that.

Sex God Sirius Black: Well you’re texting me so I hope that means I haven’t frightened you off.

Remus Lupin: I was slightly alarmed when my phone went crazy in my pocket. But you won me back with the Jane Austen. I do identify with Mr. Darcy because I too hate speaking to people I don’t know and unnecessary dancing.

Sex God Sirius Black: You spoke to me.

Remus Lupin: Rare exception.

Sex God Sirius Black: Aww that makes me feel special.

Remus Lupin You should.

Sex God Sirius Black: I do

Remus Lupin: I’m sorry about your Uncle. And your brother. And your family. That all really sucks.

Sex God Sirius Black: Thanks. I’ll go into my sordid tragic backstory some other time. But for now my plane is boarding so you get to suffer the way I did.

Remus Lupin: At least I’ll suffer silently.

Sex God Sirius Black: Rude!

Remus Lupin: Have a safe flight.

Sex God Sirius Black: We’ll always have Paris.

Remus Lupin: Here’s looking at you, kid.

                                                           ***

Remus Lupin sat outside with Sirius on the front steps of Sirius’ flat that he shared with James. He was cold and a little bit tipsy, but happier than he could remember being in quite a long time. Their gloved fingers were intertwined as they waited for midnight and the fireworks to start.

They could hear people counting down but Remus’ world narrowed to just Sirius. His nose and cheeks pink from the cold, his head covered with a beanie he’d stolen off Remus. They’d texted continuously over the holiday and since they’d both returned to London, Remus’ life had been filled with Sirius. They fit, in a way Remus had never felt he did with anyone else. Sometimes it made his stomach twist painfully at the thought that now he had something to lose.

But Sirius kept coming back, greedy for Remus – his time and his attention – and it eased the anxiety Remus felt. He thought back to that day at the airport and how he had almost missed this. He’d never been so happy about a mistake before in his life. He wasn’t sure if matching with Sirius on Tinder would have had the same effect that meeting him in person had. But then again, the overwhelming force that was Sirius Black felt kind of inevitable. Maybe they would have ended up here regardless of which was Remus swiped. 

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you,” Sirius said at five seconds to Midnight.

“Hey, that’s my line,” Remus teased at three seconds to Midnight. 

Smiling, they both leaned in towards each other, cold lips and warm mouths as they greeted the New Year together.

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Holy crap this is brilliant.

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Black and White (Part II)

Part II:

Remus stood in front of a piece of art, plate in hand, filled with cubes of cheese and assorted crackers. He stared intently at the brushstrokes, the way they danced across the canvas, the texture of the paint. There was intention to every stroke, every line, every point where the brush kissed the canvas. It was purposeful.

“What do you think of it?”

Remus glanced to the side, where a young man in an expensive looking suit had sidled in beside him. Remus raised an eyebrow and smiled politely, taking in the man’s appearance. He had rich mahogany skin, almost a burnt umber. It took a cool tone in the stark gallery lighting, but had a hint of redness just beneath the surface. The man had dark hair, a warm black, just a shade lighter than his suit. He was wearing a burgundy tie with yellow ochre stripes, matching his completion perfectly. He had red-framed glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose, ever so slightly askew. When he grinned, the man flashed a set of ivory teeth, perfectly straight and sparkling in the light.

“It’s nice. You didn’t paint it, did you?” Remus responded with a grin. It was Remus’ own little joke, funny only to a particular few who had the same odd sense of humour as himself; nice was never used as a compliment.

The man returned the smile, russet eyes gleaming with something akin to excitement.

“If I said yes?”

“Then I’d tell you that your work is lovely and congratulations on the gallery show.” Remus nodded, keeping his feigned confidence.

“And if I said no?” The man asked, a twinkle in his eyes and a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Then I’d tell you the work is adequate… for a contemporary piece of abstract painting. It’s a pity that it’s been done a thousand times before.” Remus finished his thought with a grin of his own.

The man let out a sharp laugh, garnering the attention and glares of other patrons of the arts. Remus chuckled along, happy to have met someone who didn’t take the art world so seriously. 

The man thrust his hand forward, grinning from ear to ear.

“James,” he said, beaming.

Remus smiled and grasped the man’s hand, giving a firm handshake. 

“Remus.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Remus.”

“Are you an artist?” Remus asked, trying to glean more information from his newfound acquaintance. James laughed again, running a hand through his already messy hair. 

“Me? No. Not even a little bit. I couldn’t paint to save my life!”

Remus gave a casual shrug, glancing around at the other pieces of art on display in the gallery. 

“You don’t have to paint to be an artist.”

James shook his head with a playful sigh.

“Alas, I was born without a creative bone in my body. My wife, on the other hand…” James nodded towards the artist statement located next to the painting.

Remus felt the colour drain completely from his face as he realized James’ implication, immediately regretting his decision of engaging the stranger.

“Oh, I am so sorry— ” Remus began.

“Don’t be!” James laughed, giving Remus a playful nudge with his elbow. “She hates this one, too.”

“But I— ”

“Honestly! She was gonna toss this one, but Sirius insisted on using it for his exhibition. Matched his aesthetic, apparently.”

Oh.

James and his wife knew Sirius. Sirius Black. Owner of the gallery and curator of the show. Perhaps if Remus asked, he would be able to convince James to facilitate a meeting for him. 

“Oh!” James’ exclamation interrupted Remus’ thoughts. “I have to go. Sorry for cutting this short. It was a pleasure meeting you, Remus. I hope to see you around." 

Remus flashed James a well-practiced smile as he shook the man’s hand, internally regretting not asking more about Sirius. As James disappeared into the crowd, it dawned on Remus that he had forgotten to exchange business cards with the other man. He groaned as he popped a cube of cheese into his mouth, mentally berating himself for his terrible networking skills.

"Ladies and gentlemen,” a voice called from across the room, and Remus glanced up from his plate. “And everyone in between… I would like to welcome you here tonight, to the opening of Black and White.”

The man who was speaking was unlike any person Remus had ever seen. He had alabaster skin that looked like it could have been carved from marble for all its perfection. A chiseled jawline, cheekbones so sharp, they could cut steel. His eyes were a shade of silvery blue, the exact colour of the sky on a perfectly stormy day, deep and expressive and frustratingly unreadable. He was wearing a navy blue suit with fabric that shimmered slightly in the light, paired with a tie that matched his irises. The man had long, dark hair, tied back in a slick ponytail, a brush expertly dipped in a bottle of ink. Remus couldn’t help but admire this man who captured the attention of the entire room, his presence captivating the audience, radiating remarkable power and grandeur.

“As many of you know, this project has been in the works for some time now. Our exhibit, Foreshadow, is a perfect representation of things to come, of what you can expect to see from the gallery in the future. So, without further ado, enjoy the wine and the food and most importantly, the art!”

A round of applause broke out amongst the audience as the dapper man gave a dramatic little bow before turning away and greeting some of the gallery patrons. Remus couldn’t help but stare as the man clasped James’ shoulder, a bright smile flashing across his face. He shook the hand of a woman who wove her arm through James’, presumably his wife. 

All three of them radiated light and joy, a warm glow surrounding them as they talked and laughed, greeting one another with broad smiles and kisses on the cheek. Standing alone by the edge of the room, Remus couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. He longed for the types of interactions that these people had, the types of lives that they led. Living in the lap of luxury, these upper-class people had no worries, not a care in the world; they were able to follow their passions and have the security blanket of financial stability to catch them if their plans failed. 

Remus finished his plate of appetizers and turned towards the door. Today had been long enough, he didn’t need to make it harder on himself by dwelling on things that could never be. 

“Remus!” A voice called out, right before he had reached the exit. He turned around to find James waving to him, a gregarious smile spread wide across his face. He beckoned Remus over and after a moment’s hesitation, Remus decided to join the trio.

“Remus, this is my wife, Lily. She’s the one who did that painting you were admiring.” James gave a playful wink as Remus felt his chest tighten from embarrassment. 

Lily was tall and slender, with auburn hair that cascaded down past her shoulders. Her pale skin was dusted with freckles, Pollock-esque and surprisingly alluring. She had emerald green eyes, shining with the same depth that a real gemstone would, sparkling facets each releasing a different shade of brilliant green. Ruby read lips were parted in a genuine smile as a flush of pink spread across her cheeks.

Lily groaned and rolled her eyes before offering her hand for Remus to shake. 

“Please tell me he’s not referring to the one near the entrance,” she said, her smile never wavering.

Remus grasped her hand and shook it before responding.

“I had been looking at it earlier—” Remus began, unsure of where that sentence was headed.

“I can’t believe Sirius put that one on display! It’s wretched! It’s so… derivative. It’s been done a million times before. I think this idiot just liked the colours.”

Remus smiled, grateful for Lily’s honesty and humility. She was the type of artist that Remus could see himself working with.

“Speaking of this idiot,” James said, turning to the person that Remus assumed was the illustrious gallerist. “Remus, this is Sirius Black. Sirius, this is Remus. We met while discussing art.”

Remus extended his hand to Sirius, keeping his smile polite and professional, despite the sense of awe and terror threatening to bubble out. Sirius shook his hand, a confident smirk playing at his lips.

“A pleasure,” Sirius said in his posh accent, his stormy grey eyes endless pools that Remus found himself sinking into. 

“The pleasure is all mine,” Remus offered before tearing his gaze away.

“What is it that you do, Remus?” Sirius’ question made Remus’ heart skip a beat. This was his chance. The opportunity fell right into his lap, presenting itself on a silver platter. 

“I’m an artist, actually.” Remus’ cheeks were beginning to ache from his forced smile, but he kept it up. “I’ve been looking for the right gallery to show in for some time now.”

“Well then,” Sirius responded, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth turned up. “You’ll have to stop by with your portfolio at some point. I’d me remiss if I didn’t give James’ friend an opportunity to show me his work.” He put a particular emphasis on the word friend, as if he was entirely aware of the fact that Remus and James had only just met a few moments before.

“That would be amazing, thank you!” Remus had to strain to keep the excitement from his voice and remain calm in front of the gallery owner. 

“Excellent. In that case, I’ll see you around, Remus.” Sirius turned, gave Lily a kiss on the cheek, patted James on the shoulder, and went about mingling with his other guests. Sirius’ lips wrapped around Remus’ name hung precariously in the air, filling Remus up with a sense of— something— he didn’t quite know what.

“Thank you,” Remus sighed, feeling eternally grateful to James and his kindness.

“It was all Lily’s idea,” he said, flashing his wife a look of admiration. “She’s the mastermind in this family.”

Remus turned to thank Lily, but she cut him off before he could even begin.

“You’re welcome, Remus. It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to see you again soon.”

As the couple walked away, Remus couldn’t help but stare at their backs in disbelief. 

Did that really just happen? Had Remus actually just connected with one of the most influential names in the London art scene after a happenstance conversation with a stranger? As he walked back to his flat, the memories of the night replayed through his mind, over and over again, wondering how on earth he got so lucky. 

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Quick-ish sketchy line up of the marauder boiz. My style has changed so much in the past months and i really prefer these designs to my old ones. There’s more shape diversity and more unique silhouettes. 

My take on their styles is, James’ clothes are based on 70′s sports wear,to represent the inner Jock in him. Sirius the Rebel is sporting a 70′s punk look partly inspired by Ian Dury and The Buzzcocks. Remus look is low effort, a turtleneck sweater that’s too wide for his tiny body. And Mr. Rat Bastard Peter himself has a more, lads out for a night on the town look, sporting the 70′s fashion as it was in Britain, much more casual. He’s definitely in something my step Dad would have worn. 

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They’re all so great, @meekinthedraw! You get such a sense of personality from all of your art, and these are no exception!

If meek could just stop being absolute perfection for a second that’d be great lol ❤❤❤❤❤❤

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My brother just announced he’s bi and has started a new relationship with another man. Who happens to be his best friend. And that they first got involved when they went away a few months back and there was only 1 bed and then they both confessed to being attracted to each other and Wolfstar shipping, my there was only one bed, friends to lovers fanfic trope loving heart can’t cope right now.

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@elemtee​ I love this so much!!   Tell them congratulations!!!!

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The first full moon was terrifying.

It was fangs and claws and screaming, wood splintering underneath his feet, the panicked whining of the dog lying next to him. It was the look on Sirius’ face, sorrow and anger and rage when he saw the heavy iron chains, the thick leather restraints. It was pain - it always was, the agonizing feeling of bones compressing, of skin tearing and claws growing and feeling his muscles rip along the seams. It was the moon turning everything silver, the light glistening off of Sirius’ hair, the final flash of white before he turned into the dog.

The last full moon was hopeful.

It was perhaps the worst part about it, the ignorance, the lack of knowledge about the future. It was different, this time, painful but bearable. It was locked inside of a room, hidden away in a decaying mansion, chains and shackles and iron. It was Sirius’ face, gaunt and hollowed, the thinness from the years of starvation, the new scars covering his back and legs. It was hope, though, hope as he transformed, hope that perhaps they had a chance at last. A chance to live, to be free, to have a world where they could be together.

And that was the most heartbreaking part about it. Neither of them knew it would be their last.

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A new chapter of Mosaic (finally), specially for the birthday of the lovely @jencala! A birthday BJ, a party hat in an inappropriate place, you know the drill. 

A sneak peak: 

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

“What does it look like I’m wearing?”

“A party hat… but very much not on your head.”

“Well, it’s on one kind of head, isn’t it?” Sirius winked. He was standing in the doorway of their bedroom, the early morning light flooding through the windows promising a beautiful spring day. His hair was pulled back from his face, his days-old beard crinkled as he offered Remus a wide, self-confident smile.

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Thank you, my friend!!  I love this so much!  Smutty birthday goodness by you?  Best birthday ever!

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Just One More Minute

(Just a little something I found in my drafts. I think the title already indicates it’s going to be angsty. Shrug.)

Just one more minute, he whispers to himself, standing on the wooden platform between stations on a rainy autumn day. He’s 11, his eyes fastened to the metal clock hanging on the side, watching the minute hand tick down to the hour, anxiously waiting for the white smoke and the hissing and the scarlet train pulling up on the rails. There are people all around him, their voices blurring into one another, chattering is odd of his head but Sirius ignores them, eyes still glued to the clock. Beside him, he feels a tug on his shoulder, Regulus’ anxious eyes staring into his own. “Siri,” he whispers. “You’ll come back, right? You won’t leave me with mother?”

“Of course not,” Sirius says impatiently; he’s far too excited to pay his brother much attention. He stands on his tiptoes, one eye on the hands of the clock, watching and waiting for the red train to take him away.

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“Just one more minute,” he grumbles, turning over in the bed. The sheets are warm, deliciously so, soft and fluffy and Sirius feels like he could sink into the blankets. He’s not used to this, being woken a gentle tap or a light shake, is far too used to his mother’s screams and shouts and occasionally glass shattering against the wall. He takes a deep breath, the scent of clean cotton filling his nose.

“You said that 10 minutes ago,” Remus says, and hits him with the pillow. “You’re 12. No 12-year-old sleeps that much!”

“This one does,” Sirius mutters and he closes his eyes again, ignoring the pillow being slapped across his face. “Go away.”

Remus ignores him, finally resorting to yanking all the blankets off the bed, exposing Sirius’ skin to the cold air and Sirius sits up. “Oh, for God’s sakes,” he grumbles and launches himself forward, tackling Remus out of the bed and onto the floor. His head hits the back of the wall, his legs thrown over Remus and he can’t stop laughing as he smacks him over and over again with the pillow.

~

“Just one more minute!” Sirius calls. He’s 13 now, balanced on his broomstick, the air cold and clear as he swooped through the goalposts. The sun was setting, shining just above the Ravenclaw tower, casting spiky shadows all over the Quidditch Pitch.

Beside him, James lets out a yell as he flips himself over, weaving in and out around Sirius, trailing huge loops in the air. Sirius smirks and joins him, spiraling in huge arches and swooping into a dive. “Look at me, Remus!”

“You’re 18 minutes past curfew,” Remus informs him; his lips are turned up in a smile though, his eyes bright even in the darkening sky. “You’re going to give us detention.”

James flips him off and spirals back up, hair streaming behind him and Peter squawks. “You’ll kill yourself!”

“Doubtful,” James yells; he’s so high up that his words barely carry back down. “Shut up will you, Wormy!”

Peter blushes and looks down; Remus catches Sirius’ eyes and smirks. “Are you planning on killing yourself anytime soon?”

“Nah,” says Sirius; he’s lost in Remus’ eyes, the shifting colors, the way they seemed to glow even in the darkness. “I’m gonna live forever.”

~

“Just one more minute,” he calls; he’s bent over against the wall, the map lying on his legs. It’s his pride and joy - he knows every crease, every tear in the paper, loves the way the lines spiral across the parchment and unfold to the edges.

There were three things he loved at Hogwarts; his friends, the map and Remus.

Sirius bends back down over the paper, ignoring the banging on the door; he has his wand out, tip to the parchment, delicately tracing over the capillary of passageways, the lifeblood of the castle. “Give me a minute!”

“You’ve been in there for an hour,” says Remus; he’s got his mouth pressed up against the keyhole, his voice carrying through the room. “You need to study.”

Sirius stands, throwing his hair over his shoulders in mock anger; he can just barely catch the copper gleam of Remus’ eyes through the cracks in the door. “Homework can wait. I’m making a miracle.”

Remus sighs, leaning against the wood; it let out a pitiful creak. “Some miracle. It’s a plain old map.”

Sirius shakes his head, unable to keep the grin off his face. “Just you wait, Moons. Just you wait.”

~

Just one more minute, he thinks. Let me survive one more minute.

He’s curled up in the floor, the stone cool against his cheek, eyes screwed firmly shut. There’s the taste of blood in his mouth; he knows he’s bitten through his lip, blood running down his chin in steady streams, into the already large puddle around his body. His back burns, so fiercely that it brings tears to his eyes. The Hall still rings with his screams; he had tried to muffle it at first, letting blood flow instead of noise, but it was too much. He had cried out after the 5th Crucio and screamed after the 10th - his mother was resentless and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to walk for days.

He’s on his side now, curled up, what was left of his button down shirt now stained a dark red. Last time his mother had almost cut open his stomach, and so he had kicked his legs up to protect his torso. It was in vain though - all she had done was stack his unprotected back, burning it and cutting it and tearing it open until he had almost passed out.

He blinks rapidly now, fingers clenched on the floor, trying but failing to rise and bracing himself for the next round of pain.

Let me survive one more minute, he thinks, as he pain hits again. Please. Just one more minute.

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Just one more minute he thinks, over and over again like a mantra, like some long-forgotten spell. One more minute.

He can hear the howling, coming from the Shack, can see the faint bursts of light trickling through the trees and Sirius sprints even faster.

Goddamn me, he thinks. I’m an idiot.

Because he was. He had let Snape bait him and curse him, had let himself be so caught up with rage and now he had spilled Remus’ secret. Now Snape was in the Shack and Remus was the Wolf and Sirius was desperately sprinting on legs that barely worked and he wanted to punch something but there was no time. He gritted his teeth, waves of pain shooting up his legs; there was still dark magic in his bloodstream, he could feel it. The world was swimming around him, making everything blurry but he didn’t care - Sirius followed the screaming as he headed into the forest.

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“Just one more minute,” he says, Remus’ lips on his own. They were lying in bed together, the last day before school ended, Remus’ hands impossibly soft from where they rested on his hip. His hair was lighter, streaks of sun-bleached blond running through them like bits of gold and Sirius ran his hands through them.

“We’re going to be late,” Remus mumbles and Sirius presses him closer, tangling his legs through Remus’. “It’s fine. Classes are over anyways.”

Remus lets out a small yawn, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re a bad influence,” he mutters, his hair shifting due to his soft breaths. “It’s a wonder we’re all not expelled because of you.”

“I’m a star,” Sirius says and Remus laughs, burying his face into Sirius’ neck. “Be careful,” he said. “Stars are lovely and all, Sirius, but remember. They burn bright and then they explode and die.”

Sirius just shrugs, pulling Remus over him. “Better go out with a bang,” he smirks, and moves to cover Remus’ lips with his own.

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“Just one more minute,” he hisses, his hands pressed to the steadily growing stain that was spreading across the bandage. “Please. One more minute.”

He can feel Remus’ heartbeat underneath his hands, the normally steady pulse now threads and weak and Sirius curses. “You idiot,” he hisses. “Absolute idiot.”

Remus gives him a weak smile from where he’s sprawled on the floor. His hand is covered in blood, the grip form where it was wrapped around Sirius’ wrist. “I love you,” he croaks.

“Don’t - “ Sirius begins, but it’s too late; with a small exhale Remus closes his eyes.

Sirius swears, redoubling his efforts, trying not to think about the way Remus’ body stiffened and went cold. “Please,” he whispered, and he didn’t know if he was praying or pleading or begging. “Please. Just one more minute.”

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Just one more minute.

He’s huddled in the corner of his cell, his eyes tracking the motions of the Dementors gliding in the corridor around him. The air is bitterly, terribly cold, his clothing damp from the water dripping from the ceiling. There’s the taste of metal in his mouth, his hands sore and aching from where he’s slammed them against the wall countless of times; Sirius ignores the pain as he watches through the bars of his cell.

He’s numb now - even he can tell, lost in the haze of sea water and stone. His heart echoes slowly in his chest, his head pounding and his eyes heavy but he can’t fall asleep. Because that’s when the nightmares start, dark and realistic, the nightmares of Remus dying, over and over again. And he’d rather die, rather be tortured and cut and beaten, rather have his body ripped apart then see Remus dead.

So Sirius stares at the wall, fighting sleep, fighting the numbness and the despair with everything he has. Just one more minute. Stay awake for one more minute.

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Just one more minute.

He knows he’s going to die.

The Veil whispers to him, soft and ghostly, filling his head with hundreds of images. He can see them, hovering just below his conscience, all the people who he had killed for and fought for and now would die for; Marlene and Dorcas and Fabian and Gideon, Benjy and Cardoc and Mary. And he can see them as well; the redness of Lily’s hair, the glint of James’ glasses, the locket gleaming at the base of Regulus’ throat. And above him is Remus, hand outstretched, still so beautiful even after all these years. He’s shouting something, his face terrified and by God, all Sirius wants to do is take that hand, pull himself up, let himself be with Remus.

It’s all he’s ever wanted, at the end of all this - the chance to live with Remus, to be with him, the ordinary trappings of an ordinary life. He’s already suffered so much, has gone through hell and back and God all Sirius wants to do is be with the boy he loved.

Please, he thinks, he begs, to the God he knows will not answer. Please. Give me one more minute. Let me at least say goodbye.

But he’s falling, backwards, into a pit that seemed to stretch on forever, and Sirius knows his time has run out.

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Oh my heart...  Ash, you glorious creature!  How dare you??

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Draco: Honey bun?
Harry: Yes?
Draco, blushing: I meant, would you like one?
Harry: Oh. Yeah, sure. Sugar?
Draco: Yes?
Harry, also blushing: I was just asking if you wanted some sugar in your coffee.
Draco, flustered: Oh! Yeah. Sure.
Both: *completely flustered*
Sirius, from a distance: Even I'm getting embarrassed from watching them.
Remus: I think I know what you mean.
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“Of the four of us, who do you think is worst in bed?” 

Sirius presses the lid of his firewhisky to his lips, but doesn’t drink. At the sound of the question, he and James share a glance and grin.

“Peter,” they say in unison, laughing. 

“Hey, I do okay!” Peter objects. He takes a swig from his bottle and adds “but yeah, fair.” 

A moment of quiet settles over the four men as they lounge on the floor around  Jame’s living room, a couple take out boxes and empty firewhisky bottles littered around them. Remus loves nights like these, the ones where none of them have anywhere else to be. 

“Sirius,” he says after a minute passes, lips curling up. He lifts his gaze to the other men, who look somewhat baffled and amused. Sirius raises an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry mate, but I’m great in bed,” he says. 

“No way,” Remus says confidently, shaking his head. “Too pretty. The expectations are too high. I doubt you’re able to live up to them.” 

A snort comes from James while Peter seems to consider this. Sirius watches Remus carefully, calculating his expression. Remus takes a sip of his drink.

“Watch it, Moony. I might have to prove you wrong,” Sirius says. 

It takes everything for Remus not to choke on his drink as Sirius’ words reach his ears and shoot south. He plays it cool, lowering the bottle with only slightly shaky fingers and meeting Sirius’ curious face.

“Is that a promise?” He challenges. He watches alarm flash over Sirius’ face before he gets a hold of himself, running a hand through his hair in a way that makes Remus’ stomach flip.

“You gonna hold me to it?” He asks. Remus watches the way Sirius’ eyes travel down the length of his body as he says this and swallows. He’s about to answer when a third voice interrupts; its James.

“Peter and I would just like you both to know that we are still very much present in this room right now.” 

Remus and Sirius break their gaze immediately, Remus’ cheeks pinking at reminder of other company. The four men look at each other, then look away. 

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