WolfStar Is Disgustingly Cuddly, Even Though Sirius Is, Typically, Quite Averse To Physical Contact (traumatized

WolfStar is disgustingly cuddly, even though Sirius is, typically, quite averse to physical contact (traumatized and physically abused) and Remus isn’t too touchy (scared people will find out his secret). The running excuse is that Remus is cold all the time (true) and Sirius doesn’t care (untrue) and is always warm (true). Before they go public with their relationship, everyone is mind boggled.

“You don’t care… that Moony is, quite literally, sitting in your lap, inside your jumper with you.”

“Why would I care?”

“One time, Marlene hugged you from behind without sufficient warning and you didn’t let anyone touch you for a week straight.”

“And?”

“… And now you and Moony have been cuddling for well over an hour, but you’re still sitting there doing nothing about it?”

“Astute observation, Prongs.”

“Y’know, Si, if you want me to move—”

“Who the fuck said I wanted you to move?”

“Well, James is right— you don’t usually like—”

“You’re cold, I’m warm. You’re all cuddled in. We’re both comfortable. Why should you move? That makes no sense, Moons.”

“Yeah, you’re right. That doesn’t make sense. I’ll stay here.”

“But? Padfoot? Hates? Being? Touched?”

i know i called you my guy but i meant honey

i know i called you bro but i meant babe.

Crimson rivers with Wolfstar 🥲💋

“Just shut up and look pretty. I want you there, alright?”  -the maruaders to sirius

dementor - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 309

The evening of October 31st, 1985 dawned cool and clear. From inside James and Lily's little cottage, Sirius peered out onto the street, watching the small children who had already gotten a start on their Trick-or-Treating, and allowed himself to get lost in thought, his emotions twisting and dark.

That is, until a hand rested on his shoulder, bringing him back to earth.

"Ever wonder what life would be like? If we didn't catch Peter?" he mumbled, turning and curling into Remus's arms, basking in the warm feeling of safety he found there.

"Only when I'm feeling particularly depressed," Remus quipped, tightening his hold on the shorter man. But after a minute, he sighed. "Awful. Gods, it would have been...unbearable."

It went unacknowledged between them that if they hadn't caught Peter, they might never have reconciled. Figured out that the other was not a traitor. Admitted to their feelings and found the love they had now.

Sirius nodded, pulling back a bit and staring into chocolate-brown eyes. "I love you. I'm so thankful we have this. Us."

But before Remus could agree, could pull him into a kiss or whisper adoring sentiments into his ear, a voice yelled from down the hall.

"Uncle Pads! Uncle Moons! Look!"

And they both turned to find Harry running toward them dressed in dark robes, a hood covering his head.

"Ah!" Remus pretended to scream, making a terrified expression.

"Isn't he scary?" Lily asked, following him, wearing cat ears and an adoring look. James followed her as well, his superhero cape trailing along behind him.

But Sirius looked at Harry a bit nervously. "Why'd you have to pick dementors, though? They're right creepy."

"Don't worry, Uncle Pads," Harry reassured him with wide green eyes, slipping his small hand into Sirius's. "Uncle Moony will protect you."

Remus's smile and nod of agreement was breathtaking.

BE REAL GUYS. ok. Peter was SHITTING himself when Sirius said his last name. and James my be well, JAMES but he was still nervous. like these people could buy England and still have millions of galleons in gringots like- they are literally some of the MOST POWERFULL and DARK wizards, tiny children are taught to fear them, like what- they should but still-