“Idiots to lovers” is a phenomenal fic tag, and exactly my brand of romance. I love it when they’re just so….. fucking…. stupid
@padfootlupinblack This applies to the fanfic that is your current life right now too. We are seriously running out of tropes before you two oblivious idiots get your acts together.
The lovely and talented @marlenemckinn started a really great idea of posting a self-rec every Sunday and tagged me to participate. is The aim is to give love to a piece you’ve written previously, especially one that might not have gotten much traction when it was initially posted or one that you’re just proud of.
Here’s my contribution for the week.
Pairing: Wolfstar (Sirius/Remus)
Rating: Explicit
Summary: A blizzard, firewhisky, a lap dance, and two oblivious boys. What could possibly go wrong?
Heeey! I hear you're an awesome writer and are looking for prompts so here it goes: wolfatar but vampire!Sirius or Slytherin!Sirius + pinning or some angst? Maybe they trying to control some urges like blood lust idk jskska I guess it's okay if you not up to this, then, just some pinning wolfstar bc I can never get enough haha ♡
Well, firstly, thank you so much! That’s super flattering!! >I hope I live up to your expectations!
I tried to write something you’d like while still keeping it short. I hope it turned out okay! The whole potential of Vampire!Sirius seemed a bit too long for a quick writing exercise, so I’m gonna put that one on the list of “Things I Need To Do In The Future”. Hopefully my Slytherin!Sirius will suffice in the meantime!
Enjoy!
(Was it too short? I’m sorry! I can try to write a second part if you want!)
Remus Lupin always arrived to class early, more often than not dragging his reluctant friends behind him. That was the first thing Sirius ever noticed about the other boy. The second thing he noticed was the way that Lupin’s eyes lit up and his mouth curled into a subtle smirk every time he came up with a snappy retort.
Sirius had been watching Lupin since the beginning of the year; his carefully constructed persona, his effortless calmness, his nonchalant attitude. Black found that he was focusing on the Gryffindor boy more and more often these days. He spent his afternoons picturing the way Lupin would chew his lip while he concentrated on his reading; imagining what kind of mischief those slim, elegant fingers could get into if given the opportunity. Sirius had lusted after boys in the past; he was always perfectly open about his sexual desires, but this was different. Lupin was different. There was something about the boy that made Black want to change his typical approach.
That’s why Sirius Black made his way to the Potions classroom half an hour before class started.
He sat himself down in Lupin’s usual spot at the front of the room, where the three Gryffindor boys would typically sit together. Acting casual, Sirius leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the desk, patiently waiting for Lupin to meander into the classroom, two chatty friends trailing along. Like clockwork, Remus Lupin arrived in the dungeon fifteen minutes early, as he always did. His head was down as he concentrated on his book, but he stopped abruptly when he noticed Black out of the corner of his eye. Potter and Pettigrew almost bumped into Lupin before realizing that he had stopped moving. None of the Gryffindors said anything. They just stared at Black in confused silence, waiting for an explanation.
“Well, if it isn’t the Three Musketeers…”
Lupin raised an eyebrow but the rest of his expression remained unamused.
“How original. Did you come up with that yourself, Black?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, and Sirius couldn’t help but smirk. He had a particular fondness for Lupin’s specific brand of dry humour.
“Looks like I’m in your seat today, Lupin. I guess you’ll just have to sit beside me.” Sirius tried to keep his voice smooth, despite the tension in his stomach. He smiled slyly at Lupin and patted the seat next to him, but was greeted by a roll of the eyes.
“Oh no. Whatever will I do. There’s not a single seat left in the whole classroom.”
Remus turned to his friends and nodded towards the other side of the aisle, indicating the desks usually occupied by Slytherins. The boys headed towards the front row and sat down, Lupin claiming the spot closest to Sirius. The smells of parchment and ink wafted through the air as Remus passed by and Black inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of the boy he lusted after. He glanced over at Lupin, who once again had his nose buried in his book. Sirius couldn’t help but watch as golden eyes darted back and forth, absorbing information from the page. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering what those parted lips would taste like, what that soft brown hair would feel like between his fingers, what that body might look like beneath that baggy sweater.
“Can I help you?”
It took Black a moment to realize that he was staring. He blinked, trying to get his bearings, before smiling playfully at Lupin.
“Probably, yeah,” he teased, trying to sound seductive. Remus’ eyes narrowed, before he rolled them and returned to his book.
Sirius opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off by a sharp remark from the Gryffindor boy, whose gaze remained on the page.
“Stop staring at me, Black. You’re making me uncomfortable.”
“I’m not–”
“You think I can’t see it? You think I don’t notice that you’re always looking at me?” Lupin’s eyes lifted, making contact with Black’s. They were fierce and burning with anger and determination. It was the type of bold passion that got him sorted into Gryffindor in the first place. “Is it my scars? Is it because you like gawking at the ugly, broken boy with gashes across his face? Staring at the freak, wondering what caused him to look that way?”
The room was silent. Black didn’t know how to respond. He had stared at Lupin all year, watched him, desired him, longed for him in ways that he had never felt before. Never once had he noticed any scars.
“…Scars?”
“For Christ’s sake, Black. Just leave me alone.”
Sirius stared in disbelief, wondering how on earth he could have missed them. Little white lines etched across that beautiful face, a hatched pattern on pale skin. Sirius looked down at his hands, trying not to think about the same lines scattered across his back and down his arms.
“I–”
Before Black had a chance to defend himself, other students began entering the dungeon, chatting about their lunches and their homework, what ingredients they still needed to chop and what step of the potion they were on. Sirius gave Lupin an apologetic look before he felt a firm punch on his left side.
“Oi, Black, what are you doing up here?”
Sirius turned to look at his dorm mate and forced a smile, keeping up pretenses.
“Iunno, Avery. Guess I just needed a change…”
The classroom was alive, bustling, filled with joyful chatter as students excitedly took their seats. Sirius snuck one last furtive glance at Lupin across the aisle, making eye contact with the other boy, before Remus turned away to talk with his friends. Black smiled to himself. They had a conversation, at least. It was a start.
Drarry mistletoe, please? Thank you!
My pleasure, love. You know I low-key ship these boys. ;-)
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Harry startled as the door to the common room slammed shut. He gripped the tumbler tightly, thanking his Seeker reflexes for not spilling his drink as he had been so lost in his thoughts when he’d heard the loud bang of the door he’d almost jumped off the sofa.
He turned to see Malfoy storm into the Eighth Year common room, his expression unguarded and tormented before he saw Harry. He immediately straightened, his expression changing to haughty and controlled almost faster than Harry could see. “Potter.”
“Malfoy.”
Draco stood in place, clearly unsure what to say or do, and Harry saw him swallow hard before speaking. “Why aren’t you down with the others celebrating Christmas?”
Shrugging, Harry took a sip of his firewhiskey before answering. “Didn’t feel like it really.” He watched Malfoy look at the bottle of Ogden’s Finest on the table before him and before he could think about what he was saying Harry blurted out, “Want a drink?”
Draco didn’t move for a moment, clearly pondering his response, before nodding. “Sure. Yes, that would be... yes, thanks.”
Harry bit back a smile at Malfoy’s stumbled words and conjured another glass, pouring a generous measure for the other boy and holding it aloft. Draco walked over hesitantly and sat down next to Harry, their fingers brushing lightly against each others as he took the tumbler.
“Thanks.”
Harry nodded at Malfoy’s comment and saw a faint blush stain the other boy’s cheeks as he took a sip of the amber liquid. He blamed the firewhiskey for the swooping sensation in his stomach and denied the thought of the pretty blush on Draco’s pale cheeks or the warmth of his fingers as the cause.
“So, why aren’t you celebrating with the others?” Harry asked quietly.
Draco shrugged and took a long drink. “Feels wrong somehow, I don’t know.”
Since being back at Hogwarts for a few months for their Eighth year and forced to share not only smaller classes because of the few students who had returned for the repeat year, as well as a common room and dorm, Draco and Harry had developed a fragile and tentative friendship, but had never spent much time alone together before. The quiet of the common room with only the two of them in it pressed in on Harry and made him speak once again without realizing what he was saying.
“I know what you mean. Last year at this time I was at my parents graves and then fought a snake.” Harry saw the stricken look on Malfoy’s face and immediately apologized, “Shit, I’m sorry...I didn’t think.”
Draco shook his head, “No, it’s alright. Last year I had a madman in my home so it wasn’t exactly a holiday for me either, not that it...fuck.” Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair in agitation. “I should feel festive this year, it’s all over thanks to you,” he rolled his eyes and bumped Harry’s shoulder, “but it still feels off.”
“Everyone expects me to go back to normal, “ Harry admitted and took another small sip. “But I don’t know what normal is really. That was my normal. Now I’m just... here, I guess.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping their drinks and both trying to come up with something to say that wasn’t centered on the war that they had endured. A flicker of movement over Malfoy’s head caught Harry’s eye and he turned to see a bright green sprig of mistletoe floating above them.
Harry swallowed hard and Draco looked to see what had caught the other boy’s eye. His eyes widened as he took in the mistletoe, hanging in midair just over them.
“That’s um...one of Seamus’.” Harry said softly. “It’s not going to go away until we, um, well, until...”
Draco nodded, his throat tight. “I swear Finnegan enchanted those just to have an excuse to snog Thomas everywhere.”
“Not that they don’t do that already.” Harry muttered, a small smile betraying his words.
“Right then,” Draco set his tumbler down on the table and turned to Harry, his expression unreadable, but Harry could see the determination in his eyes. “I guess that means we have to... or it won’t go away then.”
Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak as Draco took his glass and set it down as well. He could only look as Draco moved closer, his cheeks tinged even darker with pink and his fringe falling almost in his dark grey eyes. Harry wet his lips, watching Draco follow the movement of his tongue as it flicked across his bottom lip.
Later Harry couldn’t remember which of them closed the distance between them, but he clearly recalled the press of the surprisingly soft lips against his own. Their lips slid against each other’s hesitantly, neither wanting to press the other further, but when a soft sigh left Draco’s mouth, Harry couldn’t help himself and he pressed closer, his mouth firm against Draco’s as he deepened the kiss.
It was all the confirmation Draco needed, months of repressed longing and subtle looks sent the other’s way, causing him to raise his hands and grip Harry’s shoulders, pulling the other boy against him as he licked at the seam of his lips, begging entrance. Harry groaned at the first slide of Draco’s tongue against his and couldn’t resist tangling his hands in the platinum locks, relishing the silky texture between his fingers.
Their hands wandered, exploring the feel of each other’s shoulders, chests, and arms, Draco’s hands finally settling on Harry’s hips as he plundered the other boy’s mouth. Harry pressed his hands to the back of Draco’s neck to hold him in place, the taste of the other boy overwhelming his every sense.
Finally, they broke apart, both panting for breath, but reluctant to let the other go. Draco rested his forehead against Harry’s, still clutching the other boy’s hips, trying to calm his racing thoughts and raging erection. “Alright, Potter?”
Harry pulled back slightly to look into Draco’s eyes. “Harry,” he smiled softly. “You should call me Harry.”
Draco smiled, his heart skipping a beat at the look in the lust-blown green eyes. “Happy Christmas, Harry.”
“Happy Christmas, Draco.” Harry murmured before pressing forward and capturing Draco’s mouth once more.
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This is a birthday gift for the fabulous @captofthesswolfstar. I hope you like some pining and smut for your birthday, love!
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Sirius humphed but leaned over the cauldron and inhaled, the scents overpowering his senses and his eyes closing. A dopey smile spread across his face. “I smell parchment...the deep woods at night...and chocolate.”
He leaned back, opening his eyes, his head still clouded with the wondrous scent and blinked when he saw Marlene, Peter, and James all grinning at him knowingly.
Sirius frowned, slow to catch on, and then his eyes widened, realizing why the scent was so familiar and wonderful. “Oh fuck...Moony!”
Drarry: auror partners but oblivious to each other’s pining. Draco starts dating/flirting with other people and Harry loses it Thank you :)
Thanks for the prompt, Nonny, I hope you like it!
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“Potter, I left the case file on your desk in case you need it.” Draco said, shrugging on his cloak.
Harry looked up from the file he’d been reviewing. “Thanks, Malfoy. Are you going to lunch?”
Draco nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be back in an hour.”
Harry stood up. “Do you mind if I join you? I could use a break.”
“Um well, I’m actually meeting someone for lunch.” Draco explained, biting his lip. “But yeah, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you came along.”
Harry felt his face flush with embarrassment. “Oh no, um, is it a date?”
Draco shrugged. “Kind of. I mean -”
“No, no worries, Malfoy. I didn’t know, yeah? Just go and enjoy your lunch. I'll um, see you when you get back.”
Draco paused at the door, looking back at Harry. “Are you sure, Potter? I mean I’d like it -”
“Ready to go, Draco?”
Harry turned to see the tall, dark-haired man leaning against their office door frame. “Alright, Potter?”
“I’m good, Goldstein, you?” Harry forced a smile.
Anthony grinned and winked at Draco who flushed. “Never better.”
Draco went to leave, but turned back to Harry. “Can I bring you something back at least?”
Harry shook his head. “No, I’m fine, go enjoy your lunch.”
Draco nodded, staring at Harry for a moment and then left.
Harry leaned back in his chair, his hands over his eyes. “You are an absolute wanker, Harry Potter.”
“Well if I agreed, what kind of mate would I be?”
Harry jumped, startled, and saw Ron standing in front of his desk with a big grin on his face. “Talking to yourself now, Harry?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Impeccable timing as always, Ron.”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with certain blond git you fancy walking out of here with Goldstein would it?”
Harry glared at him. “Shut it, Ron. I told you that when I was sloshed out of my mind.”
Ron grinned. “And yet the fact remains you still told me!”
“Why are you here, Ron?”
“Oi, such abuse when your best mate comes to bring you some lunch.” Ron held up a bag from a nearby fish and chips place.
Harry smiled, shaking his head. “I’ll forgive you this time, but only because you brought me food.”
The two enjoyed their lunch, talking about work and their friends. Before he left, Ron stood and gave Harry a serious look.
“Listen, Harry, I know I take the piss out of you for it, but I want you to know it’s alright with me that you fancy Malfoy.”
Harry quirked a brow. “Where’s this coming from?”
Ron shrugged. “I just know how you are. You’ve fancied Malfoy for a long time, but you’ve never done anything about it and I’m pretty sure the wanker likes you too. I have to wonder if you’ve not asked him out or anything because you’re partners or because you’re scared of what your friends think.”
“Ron...I mean, I do care what you think, but I really don’t think I have a chance regardless.” Harry admitted.
Ron shook his head. “Harry, stop overthinking it. If even I think the ferret is into you then maybe you need to look a little harder yourself. And don't worry about what I think. Malfoy’s come a long way since we were kids. He’s still a git, but he’s not all bad.”
Harry stood up and pulled Ron into a quick hug. “Thanks, mate.”
Ron raised an eyebrow. I just don't want to know details, alright?”
Harry laughed and waved as Ron left his office.
A few moments later he looked up as Draco walked back into the office a pensive look on his face.
“Good lunch, Malfoy?”
Draco stared at Harry for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Yes, it was, you?”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, Ron came by with some food.”
“I just saw him leave.” Draco hung his cloak on the coat rack and settled back into his desk chair.
Harry took a deep breath. “So you and Goldstein, huh?”
Draco shook his head. “Not really. I mean, we’ve gone out a couple of times, but it’s not serious.”
“It’s not?”
Draco’s grey eyes met Harry’s, a wry smile on his lips. “No. He’d like it to be, but...but there’s someone else.”
Harry swallowed, not able to tear his gaze from Draco’s. “Someone else? That you’re interested in?”
Draco stood up and walked over to stand in front of him, forcing Harry to look up to hold his gaze. “Yes. His friends think I’m a git, but apparently they’re alright with him fancying me.”
Harry’s eyes widened. “They do?”
Draco nodded. “I didn’t know he fancied me back until just a few minutes ago though or I wouldn’t have wasted my time trying to get over him by dating other blokes.”
Harry closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his courage, before standing up, his gaze level with Draco’s. “You really fancy this bloke then, even though his friends think you’re a git?”
Draco leaned closer, his eyes darting down to where Harry’s lip was caught between his teeth. “To be honest, I really only care what the bloke thinks.”
“Draco?”
Draco smiled. “Yes, Harry?”
Harry grabbed Draco’s green tie and pulled him closer. “Shut up.”
Harry closed the distance between them, his lips finally meeting Draco’s.
Draco’s arms wrapped around Harry’s back pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Harry reached up, one hand tangling in the silky, platinum locks and holding him in place as he licked at the seam of Draco’s lips, begging entrance.
“Oh Harry, I almost forgot - oh bloody hell!”
Draco and Harry sprung apart and stared at a red-faced Ron who was gaping at them.
“Well you definitely didn't waste any time!” Ron laughed.
“Was there something you wanted?” Harry bit out.
Ron tried to hold back his laughter, but failed, finally blurting out. “Hermione wanted me to see if you were coming by for dinner tonight.”
Harry shook his head, jaw clenched. “No, tell her I’ll see her later this week.”
Ron nodded, still laughing, and waved at both of them as he left the office.
Harry leaned back against his desk, sighing. He looked at Draco who he was surprised to see seemed amuse by Ron catching them.
“Draco?” Harry asked. “How about dinner tonight?”
Draco smirked. “How about some dessert first?”
He flicked his wand towards the door, shutting and locking it with a silencing spell before turning to Harry, one eyebrow quirked.
Harry grinned. “Dessert works.”
Hello, new wolfstar shipper here! Would love to read how their relationship starts, from Sirius' perspective, first kiss sappiness, all that. Thank you! ❤️🐺🌟
Welcome to the sheer madness and delight that is Wolfstar @restlessandordinary! I hope you enjoy this little drabble. ;-)
Sirius tried to control it. He truly did. He knew he was impulsive and reckless, but with this? No, he knew he couldn’t just act on it the way he so desperately wanted to.
He could pinpoint the exact moment he knew without a doubt he was arse over head for Moony, but if he was honest with himself he knew it had been much longer. If he truly thought about it those feelings for Remus had always been there. James was practically his brother in all the ways that counted almost from the moment they met. Sirius was close to Peter and would do anything for his goofy friend. But Remus? There had always been more to their friendship, something other.
He was the first one to vow to Remus that his furry little problem didn’t matter. He was the one who came up with the idea to become Animagi to help their friend. Sirius was always there before and after the full moon with tea, chocolate, and jokes to help Moony in any small way he could. He always felt protective over Remus in a way he didn’t with even Wormtail who probably needed protecting far more than Remus ever did.
He had gone looking for Remus in the library one afternoon because he was bored and a bored Sirius Black was always a dangerous thing. He knew Remus would be in the library revising for something or other so he sought him out, finding him in his favorite back corner, books splayed out across the table before him, lost in thought as he concentrated on an ancient tome.
Sirius stopped in his tracks just a few feet away and watched as the sunlight drifting in through the window cast a fiery light over Remus’ tawny curls, the golden glow making his pale skin seem iridescent, highlighting the silvery scar across his cheek. He watched as Remus flipped a page, his quill between his plump pink lips, brow furrowed in concentration, and Sirius felt like he’d been punched in the gut.
'Beautiful’. The word ran through Sirius’ mind and he either said it out loud or Remus must have sensed him, but in his dazed state he didn’t know which. He felt his insides flip and twist as Remus looked up, the werewolf’s eyes lighting up at the sight of him, and it took every ounce of control he possessed to force a smile and say “Wotcher, Moony” as if his whole world hadn’t been turned upside down and inside out by the mere sight of his friend.
It had been several months since that gut-wrenching realization and Sirius felt constantly on edge. Now that he knew with certainty that he fancied his mate every interaction or gesture was analyzed and scrutinized over and over in his mind. Every brush of a hand passing toast, a lingering smile after a prank well executed, a bump of a shoulder as they walked to class, was fodder for Sirius’ imagination. It drove him to even more distraction than usual during class and he replayed every innocent moment behind drawn curtains as he stroked himself to completion every night.
He had tried to restrain himself, to not let the others know of his feelings, especially Remus, but this was too much. How could he be expected to control himself when Remus emerged from the showers, only a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water clinging to that creamy skin?
Remus stopped a foot away from him, a shy smile on his face as he toweled his hair dry. “Pads, have you seen my green jumper? I could have sworn it was in my trunk, but I couldn’t find it.”
Sirius swallowed hard, his mouth dry, watching the muscles on Remus’ chest move as he dried his hair. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, his fingers digging into his own thighs to prevent himself from reaching out.
Sirius saw the confusion on Remus’ face and he wanted to answer, he truly did, but all he could do was stare at the drop of water that ran from Moony’s collarbone down his pale chest only to get lost in the soft trail of hair running from his navel, disappearing below the towel. Sirius licked his lips, fighting the urge to lick his way down the same trail the lucky blasted water had.
“Pads? Sirius? Are you alright?”
Sirius took one look at the concern in those shining green eyes and his resolve crumbled. “Fuck it.”
He grabbed a shocked Remus by his arms and crashed their mouths together, practically sighing in relief at the contact.
Sirius bit at the plump lower lip, licking the seam of Remus’ mouth, begging entrance. When Remus parted his lips and stroked his tongue against Sirius’, the butterflies in his stomach did cartwheels as he realized Remus was kissing him back.
After a few dizzying moments that could have been mere minutes or an hour, Sirius pulled back panting, resting his forehead against Remus’.
“I’m sorry Moony, I...I just..”
Remus silenced him with another kiss, wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist to pull him closer. “Took you long enough.” He breathed against Sirius’ ear, nipping and sucking his way along the stubbled jaw back to Sirius’ lips.
The words finally registered in Sirius’ dazed mind and he pulled back to stare at Remus. “You knew?”
Remus grinned and in that moment it was never more evident why he was one of the mischievous Marauders. “You’re not exactly subtle, Sirius. I’ve been waiting for you to make a move. I thought maybe being half naked would move things along a bit.”
