Sirius: James, Why Am I Getting Texts From Your Dad Saying He Wants To Yeet Me Out Of The Solar System?

Sirius: James, why am I getting texts from your dad saying he wants to yeet me out of the solar system?

James: I told him I love you more than him.

Ron, holding the door for Hermione: After you.

Hermione: No, after you.

Ron: I insist, after you.

Draco, walking past them: After me.

Could you 49 and Wolfstar for the cliche prompts? I'm really intrigued by it

absolutely, i’ll have it posted for you soon!

absolutely!

I low key headcanon Nymphadora Tonks as nonbinary or gender fluid, so if I were to write a fic or something involving that idea, would anyone read it?

A Cardigan and His Dumbass Boyfriend

Prompt: #49. You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out.

Summary: Remus disapproves of Sirius’ daredevil choices.

Word Count: 955

Pairing: Wolfstar

Warning(s): Swearing. Let me know if you find any more!

A/N: I didn’t mean to write this in a way that portrayed as Remus as a toxic boyfriend, but maybe someone might read it that way? It wasn’t the intention, but I won’t stop you from reading it how you like. The prompt I used can be found on this prompt list.

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“Padfoot! What the hell?”

Sirius looked up to see his boyfriend, Remus, racing across the grounds of the castle towards him. The snow crunched beneath his feet as his cardigan whipped around his thin body in the early March wind.

Though the winter wasn’t quite thawed, Sirius didn’t find himself all that chilly this afternoon, and the other students surrounding him seemed ignorant of it as well. The sun seemed to be forming a spotlight on Sirius as his classmates formed a circle around him. Two of his friends, Peter and James, stood closest to Sirius.

“What’s the worry for, Moony?” James laughed as Remus hurriedly approached him. “It’s not as if he’s doing anything more dangerous than he already has.”

Remus, however, couldn’t help but disagree, as he looked up to see his boyfriend zooming some ten to fifteen feet in the sky atop a muggle motorbike. Sirius caught his eye and winked.

“How do I look up here, Remus?” Sirius called out.

“Like a fucking lawsuit about to be in a full body cast from what I can tell!”

“Don’t worry, love.” Sirius continued to drive his vehicle in figure eights up in the air. “Promise I know what I’m doing. Evans made sure everything was up to code and the charms would last, for the most part.”

“For the most part?” Remus yelled, wishing the other would come down soon, preferably without crashing.

“Is it my fault if I got a little distracted?” Lily asked as she slipped her arm around James. Remus had only just noticed her attendance at the scene as she had spoken, and shot her a look as she grumbled a heathenly response.

Remus watched as Sirius tempted fate and managed to flip the motorbike in midair, revving the engine as he did so. A unanimous cheer erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

“Sirius Orion Black, get down from there immediately!”

Remus rubbed his forehead, tired of Sirius’ dumbassery that had been occurring since his family disowned him. He knew this must be Sirius’ own odd way of getting back at Regulus, but he wished he might try and be safer about his revenge at times. It was their final year at Hogwarts, and Remus didn’t need his boyfriend getting killed or expelled. And the situation with the charmed motorbike would probably result in both.

Sirius waved to his classmates below him as a rock star might to his adoring fans.

“Alright, alright, my darlings. The missus is calling me.”

He flew the motorbike down to the snow dusted ground and landed lightly on a melted patch of grass. Waving to the cheering crowd of students as they dispersed, Sirius sauntered over to a frowning Remus who had crossed his arms.

“Hello, my darling, Remus! Fancy seeing me all the way up there?”

Remus released a long breath of air before proceeding to tell Sirius off.

“Sirius, how you thought you could do a dangerous thing like that and not get me concerned is beyond me. I can’t even--”

“Woah, calm down, love. I’m alright, the bike is alright, everyone who was watching is alright. By that logic, nothing dangerous happened.” Sirius reasoned with a toss of his hair and a careless smirk.

Remus sighed, pulling his arms closer around himself as his cardigan blew around him in the wind. He hated when Sirius was like this. He knew he could have a temper at times, and he had to restrain himself in moments like these. He never wanted to come off as the abusive boyfriend type who kept Sirius on a leash. He just wanted to make sure Sirius remembered that a dog’s leash only goes so far.

Sirius sensed Remus’ changed expression, and seemed to understand what he was thinking. He knew Remus didn’t want to tell him off for fear of saying something too harsh.

“Re—”

“No, Sirius.” Remus interrupted. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have yelled. I just, I worry for you.”

“Babe, you don’t need—”

“Yes, I do.” Remus gazed down at his shoes that were becoming wet from puddles in the grass. “I worry for you because I know you’ll never need to worry for me. My ‘furry little problem’ won’t allow me to go places and do things that you and James and Peter will. And I know you’ll go all sorts of places and do all sorts of things,” Remus smiled as he continued.

“So I worry because you’re so much more adventurous and fearless than I’ll ever be able to allow myself to be. And I worry because I don’t want to end up having to clean your sorry ass off the courtyard pavement before you have a chance to go and live an interesting, though hopefully less dangerous, life.”

As Remus fell silent, Sirius reached for his boyfriend and surrounded him in a hug. A breeze had fallen over them as the afternoon turned to evening, leaving few people on the grounds, most having headed inside for the day. Sirius broke their hug after a moment to ease Remus of his worries.

“I’ll be more careful for you, Moony. I rather don’t fancy being scraped off the pavement either.”

Remus laughed before Sirius spoke again.

“I can’t make any promises though. Besides, it’s cute when you get all worked up over me.” Sirius grinned and tapped a finger to Remus’ reddening nose that he would later blame on the chilly weather, and definitely not Sirius’ charm.

“You’re a dumbass,” Remus said, shaking his sandy hair with a laugh.

“Love you too, Moony.”

The boys walked off towards Gryffindor Tower in search of two mugs of cocoa and one of the last wintery nights they’d have at Hogwarts.

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Requested by @thelonglostmarauder

Draco: I made tea.

Harry: I don’t want tea.

Draco: I wasn’t offering you any. This is my tea.

Harry: Then why would you tell me?

Draco: It’s a conversation starter.

Harry: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Draco: Oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate.