Can I Be A Part Of Your Family? You Guys Seem Like A Fucking Great Time!

Sirius Black is a biter. I can see him just biting Remus when he’s reading and walking off and Remus not even batting an eye because he’s so used to it.

Autism Acceptance

Prompt 10: Restaurant AU

Wordcount: 600

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“Sirius, could you get table three for me?” Marlene asked Sirius, “I need a smoke break.” 

“Ya sure of course,” Sirius called back before walking over to the table in question and pulling out his notepad and pen. “What can I get for you?” 

“I’m sorry we need a little more time,” a red haired girl said.

Sirius glanced between the two people sitting at the small table and nodded before turning on his heel. Sirius watched from across the dining floor as the red haired teen whispered to the mousy brown haired boy that Sirius assumed was her boyfriend as they looked nothing alike. She seemed worried or anxious Sirius couldn’t tell. The boy seemed to be stressed and upset despite not having even ordered their meals yet. 

Sirius walked back over after a few minutes, “is there anything I can help you with?” He asked.

“No no I’m sorry but we still aren’t ready yet,” She said apologetically.

Sirius looked over at the boy who sat with his head in his hands. 

“Hey, do you need some help?” Sirius asked and the boy didn’t respond.

“You don't have his usual on the menu anymore. He gets it every time. When he tried to order it earlier, the other worker said it wasn’t on the menu. So we’re just trying to find something else.” 

“Ah, I see.” Sirius said softly before noticing the rainbow infinity pin. Sirius knelt down near the teen boy. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“That’s Remus and I’m Lily,” the red haired girl spoke before Remus had a chance to talk. 

“Thank you Lily,” Sirius said sincerely before asking Remus, “What was your usual?”

Remus glanced over at Sirius, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. After a minute he responded quietly, “California chicken sandwich.

Sirius grinned, “One California chicken sandwich with chips coming right up.”

Remus’ jaw dropped in surprise, “really?”

“Ya really. Anything special I should make sure to tell the cook?” Sirius asked.

Remus worried his lip again and shook his head no. He didn’t want to push his luck.

“Come on Remus. I can tell you want to say something. What is it?” Sirius asked, leaning down. “You can even whisper it to me like it’s a secret.” 

Remus knocked his fists together a few times and then whispered, “I like when they have a smile.”

Sirius's face scrunched up in thought and then nodded. “On it.”

Twenty minutes later Sirius brought out the plates of food. Sirius was glad James was working as the cook that day. He was always willing to make special orders when Sirius asked. 

Sirius set Lily’s food down in front of her and then Remus’ down in front of him. 

Remus looked up at Sirius with widened golden eyes and Sirius winked and said, “I hope you enjoy your meals”. Remus gently pried the top bun off the sandwich and made a very excited squeak. 

Sirius had placed the pickles to be two eyes. He made the eyebrows, pupils, and nose from mustard and the mouth from ketchup. He carefully arranged the lettuce around the top as if it was hair and the avocado around the bottom as if it was shoulders. 

“Woah,” Lily exclaimed from across the table.

When Remus looked up Sirius had vanished. 

The person bringing them their check was their original wait staff and Remus frowned in disappointment. 

“I hope you both had a lovely date,” she said.

“Oh! We’re not together!” Lily said laughing. 

“I’m quite gay,” Remus said, “no offence Lils”

Marlene passed Remus something.

She gave him Sirius’ number.

Just restarted crimson rivers and I'm already crying!!

Platonic moonwater

That's it. that's the post.

Historian - May 31 - word count: 538 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The curator led a group of children down the museum hallway.

“Next we have a series of written letters from two best friends to one another. These are from around fifty years ago,” she announced, passing out pamphlets. “You can read the contents in these.”

There were five letters.

The first one read:

Remus,

I’ve run. I’m staying with James now. 

Moony, please, I know I hurt you- but I can’t wait another day without seeing your face. I miss you so bad it feels like my soul hurts, Remus. I don’t know what to do. 

James has tried contacting you, but my guess is that you haven’t received any of his letters. Let me sum up the latest one: “Remus, Sirius is staying with me now, since his dear old mother decided to nearly kill him. Don't worry, though, he looks just as beautiful as usual.”

God, I can practically picture you smirking at that.

Anyways, come soon. Miss you. Don’t hate me, please. I swear it was an accident.

Love, Padfoot.

The second one was in a similar fashion. 

Sirius,

What? That’s… quite the bomb to drop.

Oh my God. I had no idea, I’m so sorry. Of course I’m coming, Padfoot. Nothing could keep me away from you right now.

That old hag. I’m going to kill her.

What gave you the idea that I hate you at all? I never did, never will. Sure, you might’ve messed up a bit, but that doesn’t mean I hate you. We all make mistakes.

Speaking of mistakes, your mother. Where is she, and when does she sleep? I’ve a plan to get rid of her, especially for doing whatever she did to you.

I’ll be there the day after you get this letter, which is in a day, give or take a few hours. Miss you too. I would never hate you, and I know. I forgive you, Sirius.

Yours, Moony.

A little boy raised his hand after reading the second letter. “Miss, are you sure that they were just friends?”

“Well, yes,” the curator said, going a bit red. “Our historians checked.”

“I think your historians were wrong, then,” the boy frowned. “See, friends don’t sign letters off with ‘love’ or ‘yours’, do they?”

“They were very good friends,” the woman blustered.

“...right.”

“Teddy,” the teacher scolded. “Apologise to Ms. Heather, will you? She’s the expert here.”

“No.” Teddy crossed his arms, staring the adults down as his classmates whispered behind him. “You’re wrong.”

“And how do you know, Mr. Lupin?” The curator crossed her arms right back, face stormy.

Teddy almost facepalmed. “Because the fifth letter from Sirius literally has lipstick markings on it? Are your ‘experts’ blind?”

“He could’ve been sending love to his best friend, Mr. Lupin.”

“They professed their love for one another in the fourth and fifth letters,” Teddy deadpanned.

“That’s it, Teddy,” his teacher said. “I’m calling your father. What’s his name?”

“Well, I have two, as you should know.”

The teacher tapped their foot impatiently. “And what’re their names?”

Teddy held back his grin. “One’s called Sirius, and the other one’s called Remus. Or you can call Uncle James, he wouldn't mind.”

The class behind him exploded in laughter.

James: You can't just hex people you don't like!

Regulus: says who?

James: Everyone!

Regulus: hardly convincing. Most people are idiots.

Remus in the background nodding his head while reading: true

I need marauders friends, cause I keep talking about them to my friends, and they keep looking at me like I'm mentally unstable (I am, but why do their face subtitles have to make it so obvious)

James loves rainbows and would always yell out RAINBOW! when he saw one.

Why do James and Regulus kinda remind me of Wall-e and Eve?

"No offence" proceeds to say the most offensive thing known to man