Same Old Fire

Sirius/Remus, Explicit, 8k, Illustrated!!!!

Sirius gently banged his forehead against the cold glass of Remus's bedroom window for the umpteenth time. He didn't have a watch, but he'd guess he had been out here for thirty minutes. Maybe an hour, god, it felt like ages. He briefly considered the possibility that he'd lost all sense of time and had been standing out here for years, his skin prickling with the cold and his boots squishily attempting not to smother Remus's mother's newly budding daffodils in the mud. He thought, perhaps it would have been wise to wear a watch because the decades he was spending in this garden were beginning to feel unbearable.

That's not even to mention the hours — nine of them — that it took to get from the center of London to Glasgow on a motorcycle that seemed determined to undermine him at every step, and left him having to pull a detour halfway through the journey in search of a replacement tyre in Who-Knows-Where, England, as well as some replacement patience, which was unfortunately harder to get a hold of.

He banged his forehead against the window again. It was a delicate balance. He needed to strike just the correct pitch and tone of knock to wake up Remus two days post-full moon while simultaneously not waking up his parents (or anyone else in the neighborhood, ideally). Frankly, there was also the minor issue of whether Remus was in his bedroom to begin with, something that, if at this point turned out not to be the case, would lead Sirius to committing unspeakable crimes. He was fairly certain he was in there. Where else would he be? It made the most sense.

This time he let his head roll back on his shoulders, groaned in frustration at the sky, and knocked at a medium volume with his knuckles.

"Moooooon—ouch, fuck!" He yanked his hand back as the window slid open and raked his knuckles against the lip. He put his sore knuckle into his mouth but grinned around it at the sight of the familiar lanky torso hovering in the darkness inside of the room. In the moonlight, he could just make out the Patti Smith logo on his T-shirt, and, more obviously, the exhausted demeanor of his posture. "Moony! Fucking finally, do you know how long I've been out here?! I was about to give up." Maybe in another half hour.

"Sirius?" Remus's voice sounded rough with sleep, surprised. "What are you…how did you know I was—?"

"Would you let me in, I'm freezing my arse off." Sirius said, and turned around to pick a helmet and two brightly wrapped presents from the grass behind him. He shoved them through the open window into Remus's arms.

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I think one of my biggest unanswered questions about the Marauders/HP in general is how Peter even ended up in Gryffindor in the first place.

Honestly I think the hat goes more based on what qualities you care about most as a person/want to strive towards, vs what qualities you actually might possess.

Otherwise why would it basically let students nudge it in different directions? Like they're ELEVEN, yes they have personalities and opinions but they're still coming into themselves as people, you can change a lot between eleven and eighteen!

And Peter WANTED to be brave and strong and loyal and the life of the party, because look who he ended up glomming onto at school, so that's why he was put in The Red One

Hell Will Wait -- Chapter 4/4

(NSFW)

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"I think I could think of something suitable," Remus grins back at that, and tugs Sirius down to sit beside him. "For example, we could talk about how I've wanted to kiss you since we were at least fourteen." He leans in and kisses Sirius on his smiling lips. "And how I can hardly believe you're letting me."

"That long, Moonpie?" Sirius grins at him.

"Longer, probably. I was hopeless," Remus says, kissing along Sirius's shoulder to his neck. "I wrote in my journal about it and everything."

Sirius hums and tilts his head slightly. Remus feels him swallow under his lips. "This topic is a lot more enjoyable, to me."

"We can talk about how jealous I was, watching you flirt with Dennis," Remus says, putting on an annoyed air of contempt when he says the name, although it's obvious he's mostly joking. Or at least, a little bit joking.

"Hmm, I thought I sensed that," Sirius says, sounding suspiciously pleased.

"Anyway, he's not your type, I should think," Remus says, and slips to his knees between Sirius's legs, pulling him down into another kiss by the back of his neck gently.

"And you know my type, do you?" Sirius laughs. "Not sure I know my type, when it comes to blokes."

"Well, Dennis is way too full of himself to be your type."

"Is he!"

"Yes, obviously. He clearly only wanted you for your good looks," Remus mumbles into Sirius's chest, which he is covering in kisses, relishing the prickly-soft feeling of chest hair against his cheeks.

"We were at a bar, Moony, what else is there to go by," Sirius snorts a laugh, wraps his arms around Remus's neck and watches him trail his lips along his chest as well as he can from that angle. He's quiet for a moment, watching Remus contentedly, then says, "So, you think I'm good looking?"

Remus pauses in his kissing to raise an eyebrow at Sirius, rolls his eyes, then takes his nipple gently between his teeth, eliciting a gasp.

"So—" Sirius says, breathily, "What is my type, then?"

Remus hums thoughtfully around the nipple in his mouth, taking his time. "I was sort of hoping—" kiss "—maybe—" kiss "—tall, depressed werewolves with mild substance abuse problems and book shops."

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I’d hate to be in the room below the marauders.

Imagine it’s 2 am and Sirius just fell through the ceiling covered head to toe in glitter. Or it’s 5 am James is waking up early to go on a run, but you swear you heard hooves.

You're like 99% sure they have at least one pet dog but you can't prove it

And they DEFINITELY have a pet rat, but you asked one of them about how it's doing once because you hadn't seen it around for a while and they laughed so hard you had to just walk away because they wouldn't shut up

Sometimes I forget that people in the marauders fandom aren’t just silly teenage girls, like wdym your husband proof read this fic for you?!?!?!?!?

look when i first started i was a silly teenage girl, it's not my fault time inexorably marches on and now i have a job and family :(

rip sirius black you would have loved depeche mode

Sirius Black with his giant headphones in a coffee shop, cupping a steaming mug of tea in his hands, staring forlornly out of the rain-fogged pane glass window listening to Walking in My Shoes