HOW DO I GET JEGULUS OFF OF MY FEED? HOW? I’M HERE FOR WOLFSTAR AND SUNFLOWER AND DORLENE NOT JEGULUS

I think I hate people because on my fic about Sirius struggling with societal norms and wanting to dress feminine but not wanting to be perceived as weird I explicitly stated TWICE that he wasn’t trans (in that fic) and somebody STILL commented about how it was a great female Sirius fic??? I’m so sorry are we illiterate? Are we dumb? What happened? I literally told you he’s a cis guy. He made a big deal out of it. It’s a fic about how society puts people into boxes based on appearance and he didn’t want people to do that. Where do I go wrong? Did they just not read part of the fic? Did they just close their eyes? It was literally tagged as “boys in skirts” what do you mean female Sirius???

Give me elementary school teacher Remus who teaches first graders and university professor Sirius who teaches physics and mechanical engineering. Give me Remus who takes out a feelings wheel and goes over basic communication skills with Sirius, because he never properly learned them as a child (namely due to Walburga and Orion’s abuse). Give me Sirius who helps Remus make little birthday and Christmas gifts for his students. Just… give me elementary school teacher Remus and university professor Sirius.

Sirius Black with a pain kink and Remus Lupin with a marking kink. This leads to Sirius walking around with hickeys on his thighs, chest, and shoulders, scratches up and down his back, rope burn on his wrists, yellowing, bite-shaped bruises all over his body, welts on his lower back. Remus blushes like a tomato every time Sirius’ collar slides down enough for a red mark to peek out. Sirius purposefully wears shirts he knows will make them show at certain angles.

Casually falling in love with this

Drift

Sirius burst into the Gryffindor dormitory after detention and nearly fainted.  

“Moony…” Sirius stammered, his voice cracking. “That’s…that’s mine.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” Remus yawned. He was curled up on Sirius’s bed wearing a pair of red plaid pajama bottoms, gray wool socks and…

And Sirius’s quidditch jersey.

“But…” Sirius’s tongue felt heavy and his brain felt sluggish. He couldn’t make words. He could barely make coherent thoughts.

“Sorry, do you want me to take it off?” Remus asked, sitting up slowly and moving to pull the jersey over his head.

“No!” Sirius said, practically diving across the bed at him. He didn’t know what would be worse for his predicament, seeing Remus in his jersey or seeing Remus without his jersey.

“I just was so tired after my shower,” Remus said sleepily, snuggling back onto Sirius’s pillow. “I couldn’t find my pajama shirt, and your jersey was right on your bed, so I put it on. Then I laid down, and I think I fell asleep, and…I hope you don’t mind.”

Whether or not Sirius “minded” was not really the problem. The problem was how cute Remus looked with the oversized jersey slipping off his shoulder, his fingers just poking out of the too-long sleeves, and the name “BLACK” emblazoned across his back. The problem was how Sirius’s pillow would smell like Remus’s woodsy scent of tea and moss and parchment, and the drowsy rasp of his voice making little shots of electricity fire up Sirius’s spine.

Normally Remus was all sharp sarcasm, standoffish mischief, and dry jokes, but in the days before the full moon, he was constantly exhausted and could drift off to sleep anywhere. His friends joked that he could probably sleep through a dementor attack. The Marauders would often find him curled up asleep in ridiculous spots, like the curve of the stairway up to the dormitory or on a window ledge in Gryffindor tower with his face planted in a book, and Sirius and James would take turns scooping him up and depositing him onto his bed.

Sirius had diligently ignored the bubbling, fizzy feeling he got in his stomach whenever Remus nestled his head into Sirius’s shoulder when he carried him across the dorm or when Remus laughed at one of his jokes at the lunch table. Remus was his friend, a Marauder, and there was no way—no way at all—he’d think about Sirius in any other way.

But now Remus was all adorable in Sirius’s quidditch shirt, laying on his bed, and now he was—no, Merlin, this was terrible—he was motioning for Sirius to come over.

“Spoon me,” he demanded through a yawn.

This was another thing that happened to Remus before the full moon. His usual “don’t touch me, don’t look at me” demeanor melted into a need for constant cuddles. It was James who usually obliged, and Sirius knew it was partly because James was essentially a hug in human form and partly to spare Sirius the mortification of having to snuggle the boy he was trying not to be in love with.

But now, James was in a separate detention with Peter, and Remus was pulling Sirius by the wrist onto the bed, and Sirius had no choice but to kick off his shoes, slot his knees behind Remus’s, and let his arm be dragged across Remus’s waist. Remus sighed contentedly, and Sirius felt the sweet little sound vibrate through his chest, making his skin tingle.

“Can I just sleep here tonight?” Remus mumbled into the pillow. “You’re a better cuddler than James or Pete.”

“Sure, Moony, whatever you need,” Sirius whispered, kissing the back of his head before he even realized what he was doing.

“Tomorrow, too, then,” Remus hummed back.

Well, Sirius thought, it’s official. I am truly screwed.

Written for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt, "drift"

James and Sirius are both kind, but in different ways.

James is sweet and kind. He’s loud and makes it known that he’s a nice person (not necessary on purpose, it’s just how he is). He’s all for grand gestures and big moments.

Sirius is stoic and kind. He does little things for people without even expecting them to know it was him. He fixes things and helps out without making a big deal about it, and people only really notice when their oven is actually getting to temperature or their bathroom door no longer squeaks.

Me when I love somebody so much I write them porn for their birthday (targeted)

Omg, you’re so sweet!!!!!

So, I’m writing a werewolf!Sirius AU, and I’ve written this quote from his POV.

“Being alright involves letting his guard down, it means putting his trust in someone else’s hands, it means opening his bleeding heart to show off the monsters living in there, clawing at the organ and smearing crimson over his insides.”

I need you all to understand the amount of symbolism I put into this quote, particularly the second half.

It refers to him having a “bleeding heart” specifically (and I know it’s not in this excerpt, but it’s in the bigger thing) in reference to his childhood, along with monsters (his parents, etc.). This is inferring that he is extremely sympathetic and kind, and, because of everything he went through, he can relate to people’s pain even more, which makes him more empathetic.

The monsters living in there bit is a pretty obvious reference to trauma and self-hate, but them clawing at his heart and smearing blood is also symbolism. Blood is red, which is a reference to how his treatment in his childhood made him Gryffindor-brave, along with extremely passionate (which is what red means in colour theory!).

Also, subtle reference to the phrase “bleed your heart out” (meaning, “to suffer a great deal of emotional pain; to feel extreme sadness for someone else”). My boy has suffered and thinks too much about other people.

Anyways, I just really wanted to show off how much thought I put into this line, please appreciate it :)

Oh no 😰 (if anyone does they’re objectively wrong)

Sirius: “No I’m normal everyone thinks Remus is the hottest person alive”

Remus: excuses himself from a party after 10 minutes bc he wants to go knit. Wearing the most heinous jumper even your grandfather would shy away from. Blacks out after one (1) beer. Dies if someone makes eye contact with him. Sits awkwardly in the corner trying not to cry when he has to stay in a party for too long (fails every time). Bones pop 87 times every time he stands up. Cannot sit on the floor or he will need to be picked up bc his back is so bad. Asks Sirius + James + Peter to kiss his booboos bc his mummy used to do it and it made it feel better. Always has at least 3 books on him but needs Sirius to carry them bc he’s too weak. Hates smoking bc he’s worried about cancer. Very awkward. Loser.

Little Teddy doesn’t know what Daddy’s name is, but they figure it must be either “Moony,” “Love,” “ma Lune,” “Amour,” or “Chéri,” because that’s what Papa always calls him. They assume that at a few of the names must be nicknames, because, as far as they know, people only have one name. They’re pretty sure his name is Moony, though, because that’s what James and Peter call him, too.

Papa laughs for five whole minutes when they tell him their conundrum. Daddy just smiles like he does when they show him their cool jumps and tells Papa something in Welsh.

Remus when Sirius became an animagus for him:

"I can fix him" "I can make him worse" fuck if I know what I'm doing to him but he's barking now