Sirius Is The Perfect Height For Remus To Bury His Face In His Neck For Comfort. Remus Is The Perfect

Sirius caused the longest hat stall in Hogwarts history when he was sorted, by the way

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"

SIRIUS IS CANONICALLY THE TALLEST MARAUDER!!!

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Oh my god, you’re so right! I’m imagining that the above scene took place in their dorm, because, again, traumatized and terrified, respectively. But even when they’re not on top of each other (like they are in private) they’re always touching somehow, even if it’s just holding hands. They’re physically close in public, but like Velcro in private.

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?”

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Sirius doesn’t like the closet in their dorm. Why is that?

“It starts when Sirius trips.

He’s alone in the dorm— James and Peter are serving a detention, as they’re the only ones that got caught for their most recent prank and Remus is in the library, studying with Lily. He’s pretty tired, as well; walking about the dorm, fresh out of the shower, not paying full attention to his surroundings.”

Sirius is the opposite of touchy, bro will punt you if you get too close (he’s traumatized annoyed by touch). James, Peter, and Remus are all pretty touchy people (Remus acts like he’s not bc he’s scared to hurt people, but he is). The first time Sirius gives them hugs (which are really just him awkwardly putting an arm around their shoulders and squeezing a bit, maybe with a back pat or something) they are bouncing off the fucking walls with excitement

hello i am wondering if you are anti jegulus in the 'just not my thing' way or anti jegulus in the 'jegulus shippers should kill themselves way' because you have very good takes and i feel like we would get along well but i am also a jegulus shipper who has been called a nazi entirely for liking regulus multiple times and i don't want to risk it again :D

Holy shit what— people are like that? No, that’s not me. I don’t understand or like Jegulus, I never have, but I will never actively and directly hate on people who do (so long as it doesn’t get pushed on me, obviously, but if you’re going to ask this I doubt you will lol). I’m not the biggest Regulus fan, and I’ll probably post about disliking (CANNON) Regulus and not enjoying Jegulus, but if you’re alright with that I’m totally open to being friends with anyone. Alternative perspectives are nice to hear sometimes.

Long story short, I don’t care for Jegulus but I don’t think anyone who ships it is like. An awful person or anything.