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anonymous asked:

HC: Remus wearing one of Sirius' crop tops for the day... you can write whatever you like about that ;)

oh lord this almost got super smutty.


  • Honestly, Sirius was a goner the second he descended the stairs for breakfast that morning.
  • Because there he was, innocently ready for some eggs and bacon, for the torture of classes…
  • And there Remus was.
  • Innocently ready for some eggs, for some bacon, for some torturous classes, and innocently oblivious to the fact that he had just stopped his boyfriend’s heart.
  • He stood by the portrait whole, biting at a scar on his finger, bag slung over his shoulder, and entire fucking well muscled torso on display for the world to see.
  • Sirius meant to say good morning, maybe ‘hello’, anything.
  • “Gofmp- um.” was all that came out.
  • But it was enough to make Remus look up.
  • The beautiful grin that made his eyes crinkle was no help to Sirius’ predicament.
  • “Morning, Pads.”
  • He took two long strides towards Sirius and leant down to press a kiss to Sirius’ slightly open mouth.
  • Up close, thoughts flooded Sirius’ brain of how impossibly lean, and taller the shirt made Remus look.
  • “’s m’shirt…” Sirius’ eyes raked down Remus’ body.
  • A blush crossed Remus’ cheeks and he smiled sheepishly, “Yeah.. You don’t mind, do you?”
  • Sirius grumbled something about “what a stupid fucking question, Moons.” and pulled them down to the dining hall.


  • By first period, it was getting quite difficult for Sirius to concentrate.
  • By second, hard for him to remain civilized.
  • By third, his sanity was slipping.
  • By lunch, he’d had enough.


  • The second they’re out of the Transfiguration classroom, Sirius is grabbing Remus’ hand, pulling him down a deserted hallway and pressing him against the cool stone wall once they’re out of sight and earshot.
  • “Moony,” Sirius says lowly, “do you value my life?”
  • Remus arches an eyebrow, “Well that’s certainly not where I thought this was going-”
  • “Answer the question.”
  • “Of course I do, Pads. Wh-“
  • “Then why, may I ask, are you attempting to kill me?”
  • Remus rolled his eyes, “Hm. I don’t recall making an attempt at your lif- oh.”
  • Sirius had pressed their bodies together.
  • He’d pressed a warm hand to Remus’ bare torso, fingers fitting perfectly between his ribs where he could feel Remus’ heart speed up.
  • “This fucking shirt-”
  • The neck of it had slipped over Remus’ shoulder and Sirius leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the newly bared skin.
  • Once he started he couldn’t seem to stop, pressing his lips up Remus’ neck and jaw, nipping softly at his ear before continuing across his cheek to his lips,
  • His breath fanned across Remus’ face as he let out a huff, and whispered, “This fucking shirt will be the death of me.”
  • Remus brushed their lips lightly together with a slight tilt of his chin, “Then maybe you should take it off.” He whispered it back just as quietly.
  • With a groan, Sirius pressed their lips together, a little too hard, a little messily, a little desperately…
  • But Remus pressed back with equal force, hands fisting Sirius’ t-shirt to pull him closer.
  • And yeah, Sirius thought,
  • he was definitely a goner.