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Prompt 23 - First Birthday

@wolfstarmicrofic January 23, word count 829

Remus’s birthday was fast approaching. It would be the first of his small group of friends that he’d be celebrating, as he’d been in the shrieking shack on Sirius’s birthday and missed the celebrations. But for his birthday the moon would barely be a sliver in the sky, so he could celebrate all he wanted.

James had promised him a cake. He’d asked his mum to bake and send one just for Remus, in his favourite flavour, chocolate, of course. Remus couldn’t wait. 

The day arrived, and while he still had to go to class, he didn’t mind so much as he had Transfiguration, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts, all of which he was quite good at, and no potions. So far, it was a pretty good birthday.  

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, our dear Remus. Happy birthday to you,” Sirius, James and Peter chorused around him after they’d dragged him up to their dorm room and sat him on a cushion on the floor. James had a massive chocolate cake in his hands that he shoved in Remus’s face so he could blow out the candles. Sirius cut them big slices, and they balanced the plates on their laps while they dug in messily with their fingers. 

Once they were finished and had cleaned up, Sirius plonked himself down in Remus’s lap. It had taken Remus a while to get used to how touchy-feely Sirius was. James had told him he thought it was because Sirius was a bit touch-starved and was overcompensating, now that he’d figured out he could hug people. He basically draped himself over James any chance he got, sometimes in class. So Remus had made the effort not to tense up every time Sirius touched him, mainly for Sirius’s sake, but also because he secretly craved the light touches. For too long, the only person who’d hugged him or touched him was his mum. 

“I’ve got you a present,” Sirius beamed at him as he summoned a box from under his bed. Remus took it off him and awkwardly balanced it on Sirius’s lap, lifting the lid to reveal a whole collection of wizarding sweets. 

“Wow, Sirius, thank you,” He grinned, his hands already opening a chocolate frog box.

“Glad you liked it,” Sirius told him, wiggling in his lap so he could rest his head on Remus’s shoulder. Remus found it oddly comforting having Sirius’s weight on him. But all that went away when James shoved Sirius aside and dumped a box of Dr Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks into his lap. 

“Wow, these are amazing, thank you, James,” Remus said, brushing his fingers over the image on the box. They’d find a good use for these over the next few weeks, he bet. Peter shuffled forward and held out a lumpy package wrapped in brown paper. 

“Mum made this for you,” He mumbled, and Remus tore off the paper. It was a brown jumper with an intricate cable pattern on the front and around the cuffs. 

“Wow, Pete, this is, this is, wow, I love it,” He told Peter, pulling his robes off so he could put the jumper on. 

He hugged himself, appreciating the soft wool and the warmth it brought him.

“Do you really?” Peter asked in surprise. 

“Yeah, I really do. Tell your mum thank you, will ya?” Peter nodded profusely. Sirius dumped the fireworks on the floor and took his place back on Remus’s lap. 

“Godrics beard, that jumper is soft,” He nuzzled into Remus, knocking him over as he tried to feel all the jumper at once. 

“Get off you nutter.” Remus laughed as Sirius started tickling him. 

“Hey, Pete, why didn’t I get one of these for my birthday?” Sirius asked in mock outrage. Peter turned bright red. 

“Er, erm, er…” He spluttered. “I can ask Mum if she’ll make you one too?” 

“Aww, would you? Such a treasure. For now, I’ll just steal Remus’s,” He declared as he tried to get inside it with Remus still wearing it. 

“Will you get off? James!” Remus called out for help and James dragged Sirius out, threw him on his bed and rolled him up in his duvet. Problem solved. Remus dug around his box of sweets and pulled out some peppermint imps and chewed on them while James told the story of the time his dad tried to sew his mum's favourite dress back together after they’d accidentally ripped it, and he’d sewn it to his robes and had to wait for his mum to get back to help so they didn’t ruin the dress further. 

Remus went to sit next to the slightly disgruntled-looking Sirius and fed him Fizzing Whizzbees to cheer him up. 

When he got into bed that night, it was with a smile on his face. He’d loved every second of his birthday and couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have friends like he did. 

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Muggle Draco AU

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The adoption office - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic - January 19: First Kid - Words 419

Remus had never really believed he was fit to be a father. He had his own health problems to take care of and he didn't have any particular hand with children. But it was important to Sirius and they were both approaching their forties, so he had agreed.

They looked solemnly at each other and stepped inside the adoption office adjacent to St Mungo's to hand in all the paperwork they had filled out. Remus still doubted they would actually let him - a werewolf - adopt anyone, but then he at least could tell Sirius he had tried.

A witch with big curly hair and pink glasses took their papers and smiled warmly.

"We will go through this and get back to you in a couple of weeks. Any questions?"

Remus shook his head, but Sirius started asking about the process and the children. The witch prattled on and Remus found himself studying the paintings and fiddling with the pamphlets on the desk.

"Do you only get children from St Mungo’s?"

"Oh, no, we take cases from the whole country. But we find the location fitting. The access to medical expertise is welcome and there are a number of children that get orphaned here, after all. Abandoned at birth or left behind deceased parents. Last week there was a girl abandoned after being bitten by a werewolf."

"What?!" Remus demanded, now looking intently at the witch.

"Yeah, it's tragic. No one knows for sure, since there hasn't been a full moon yet since she was bitten, but the healers say she's most likely infected."

"Any chance those papers could be done before then? The next full? We want to -"

Remus cut himself short and looked to his side. Sirius was staring at him. Of course he was, Remus was being an idiot. Only because Sirius accepted Remus' condition, what said he'd be willing to have another inconvenience in his hair?

"Sorry", Remus mumbled, "I just thought that would be someone we could really help. I mean... someone who could actually benefit from having... me."

Sirius put a reassuring hand on his lower back and smiled softly.

"Of course, love. It'd be perfect."

The witch flipped through their papers. "I see. I think we can quicken up the process in this case. Expect an owl before the weekend."

Remus chuckled in both relief and anticipation and pulled Sirius close to his side.

The witch winked at them. "And maybe stock up on clothes and things for a four-year-old."

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me and the halftone effect have a very special relationship

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Sirius Black who doesn’t know what to do with his inheritance, so he gets deep into smart home technology.

Everything in his flat gets automated. His coffee maks itself, his fridge orders groceries, his washing machine always chooses the right cycle. He doesn’t need to do anything - weather and news displayed on the bathroom mirror before he can ask, the shower always perfect temperature when he steps under the spray.

It’s boring. He didn’t realise how much time he’d left over once all his life admin is done for him.

He’d get rid of the whole system if not for the Computer’s voice. He goes pathetic for it.

It’s soothing, when it speaks back to him, strangely human. Good at cheering him up when he’s a bit down and reminding him to eat or call his friends or take a walk when he gets too deep into a project.

Sirius falls half in love with a machine.

What he doesn’t know:

Remus Lupin has medical debt. Lots of medical debt. The company he works for has covered the expenses so he’s got a ten year iron-clad i breakable contract with them. Can’t quit his job until it’s paid off. Not unless he wants to be sued for everything he’s worth and he’s worth nothing.

He watches this man every second. Sleeps only when he sleeps. Has alarms set that respond to changes in his breathing, in his heart rate, so he’s sure to wake up before Sirius does. Can’t miss him asking for lights or for coffee or for his shower to be turned on.

Can’t make a mistake. If the company loses a client, it gets added onto Remus’ debt.

The cameras are everywhere, and the man doesn’t know. Remus is as good as his slave, and the man doesn’t know. Thinks it’s a computer he’s telling about his life and his problems and his joys, annoyances, days.

Remus falls half in love with him, then quite completely.

It’s risky, when he starts dropping hints. Tiny ones. Absolutely not to be noticed by anyone else, but he knows Sirius. Sirius will.

And Sirius does.

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ron and hermione photographed on the steps of their first home together makes it into the Prophet

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first kid - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 208

They arrived back late to their little flat, stupid grins still plastered on their faces from staring at baby Harry.

"He's doing well. Perfectly healthy," James had whispered to them as Lily passed the sleeping newborn to Sirius, who cooed with excitement.

"He's beautiful," Sirius had corrected, eyes as huge as dinner plates, obviously immediately falling in love with the boy in his arms.

And as Remus had looked on, wrapping one arm around Sirius's waist, lifting the other hand to play with Harry's positively miniscule fingers, he had pictured what this might be like if they were holding a different child. Their own.

So as they returned to their own flat, Remus turned to a beaming but exhausted-looking Sirius and swallowed thickly, nervous to bring up the subject they'd never really broached. "Erm..so. Kids. They're..."

But Sirius's eyes immediately lit up, because as always, he could read Remus like a book. "You want them? Really?" he asked, voice full of thrilled hope.

"I...just...it felt nice. Us...a baby...maybe someday..." Remus whispered, mind already thinking through all of the possibilities.

But Sirius's arms, wrapping securely around his waist, grounded him. "I would love that, Moony. I love you."

For now, he just allows himself to smile, enjoying Sirius's warmth.

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Here is Ron @nena-96 ! He's eating a chocolate frog.

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wedding - january 20 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 442

"Fuck," Regulus mumbled, scrubbing at his face and turning from the mirror, trying to ignore the way his stomach was doing somersaults. "Fuck."

He was trying not to panic. He shouldn't be panicking. There was no reason to. He'd never been more sure about a decision in his life. But...

"Reg?"

It was Sirius's concerned voice that broke him. That caused the carefully-laid dam to finally crack, allowing the tears to fall. And suddenly, he was shaking, falling into his brother's arms, heaving breaths, whispering his fears into Sirius's shoulder as he gasped for air.

"....can't do this, Sirius! I can't, because then- someday, he'll realize!" he moaned, hardly coherent. "I'll stand up here in front of everyone...make a total idiot of myself and say how much I- how much I- l-love him! And then he'll realize that he's worth s- so much m-more than me! That I'm not- not good enough for him! I'm bloody worthless! And then everyone will know! Everyone will look back and see how stupid I am!" He took a huge breath, still trembling. "I can't do that! I can't- can't give myself to someone like that! I can't-"

But Sirius, who was staring at him with an odd expression, moved forward, clapping a hand over his mouth with a small smack! "Shut, up. Don't talk about my brother like that," he said, frowning. "You are not worthless, you stupid idiot! You're...you're everything! Especially to James, are you daft?"

Regulus gazed up at his brother, eyes wide, mouth still covered, shocked by his reaction.

"James would literally kill for you. He's never, ever, loved someone as much as he loves you, and he's not going to leave you, so don't you dare think anything like that, Reg," Sirius continued, looking almost angry. "He is here, and he loves you, and he's so bloody excited to marry you. So you will get your arse down the aisle if I have to drag you down myself. Because if you keep talking like that, I'll have to go get James, and you know he'll talk sense into you really fast. Okay?" He slowly removed his hand, staring daggers.

Breaths easing, heart slowing to a normal pace, tears ceasing, Regulus nodded numbly. "Ye-yeah."

"Good. Now. Let's clean you up. You can't look like shit on your wedding day, yeah?" Sirius asked, voice much softer, now.

"Yeah..." he mumbled.

"And Reg? I love you. You deserve this. You deserve to be loved," Sirius whispered, sending him such a soft smile that Regulus wanted to cry.

"Alright, don't go soft on me now," he murmured instead, heading to the bathroom to clean up.

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ron and hermione with their rose

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ear - @rosekillermicrofic - slightly nsfw - word count: 206

"Reg," Barty whined, slamming his books down on his bed. "Please kill me."

"Gladly," Regulus mumbled, not looking up from his sketch. "I don't even need a reason, just hand me the knife."

"Oh, a knife. Kinky," Barty replied, grinning and bounding into Regulus's bed. "Don't you want to hear why I need to be murdered?"

"Not partic-"

"Rosier. Our Evan Rosier. My Rosie. Pierced his ear," he sighed, sprawling over Regulus's legs, ignoring the other boy's hiss of complaint. "I never knew how much I liked piercings, Reg. Not until now."

"You have a million piercings, Barty. Of course you like them," Regulus muttered, sending him a death glare.

"Right, I like them," Barty nodded reasonably. "But now...I like them," he said, grinning and waggling his eyebrows at Regulus, who scoffed. "What do you suppose will happen if I just....bite his ear? Is that something friends do, d'you reckon? That's okay, right? Just a little bite, maybe I'll suck on it for a-"

"I'm going to the library. Don't follow me or I'll hex you," Regulus interrupted, shoving Barty off and striding toward the door.

And Barty just stayed there, laying on Regulus's bed, staring at the ceiling and imagining that tiny piercing, mouth watering.

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Tried a new style, not sure how I feel about it

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popcorn - January 20 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 310

"...and then you go over there and get food," James said, gesturing to the counter with all the colorfully-wrapped candies and the giant vat of popcorn. He held their tickets for the cinema in one hand and Regulus's hand in the other.

"No," Regulus whispered, half in disgust and half with disbelief. "James...all of that popcorn...it's all just...sitting there! How long has it been out? That's disgusting!"

"Just wait until they put the butter on it!" James replied gleefully, dragging Regulus towards the food. "It's so greasy and salty! It's amazing!"

But even as Regulus looked on with shock while James spoke with the Muggle at the counter, ordering one large popcorn, two sodas, and two candies Regulus had never heard of, he couldn't help but look around the large room in amazement. Muggles were fascinating, he had to admit.

"Now, he's the thing," James said after he finished, handing Regulus his food and drink, (he overheard that the candy bar came all the way from the planet Mars, but he wasn't sure how that could be true), "when we get in there, you want to head to the back row."

"What?" he asked, stopping to stare suspiciously. He'd been to plays in the Wizarding world, after all, and the best seats were always at the front. "Why?"

"Because," James smirked, winking at him, "I'm showing you how a Muggle date works. And when you go on a date to the cinema, the best place for snogging is in the back."

Regulus let out a shocked laugh, almost dropping his soda as warmth shot through his body. He got ahold of himself quickly, though. "Alright, Potter. Lead the way," he grinned.

And even though the popcorn was disgusting and the movie was subpar, Regulus had to admit that he didn't end up paying attention to either of those much, anyway.

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wolfstar my beloved! this one’s a bit older already but i feel like it needs to be here too 🙂‍↕️ still in love with remus’ sweater….

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starchaser microfic: baby || old married couple || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 905

James wakes up alone next to the still-warm pillow on the other side of the bed and to the sound of the water running in the shower. 

Long, lazy mornings in bed are meaningless to James without his husband, so he quickly gets up, puts on some shorts, and heads for the bathroom. 

The door is unlocked, as locks become irrelevant in a long marriage, so James calmly enters the room, does his business, washes his hands, and splashes cool water on his face. Through the noise of the water, Regulus still doesn't notice his presence, the shadow of his slender figure moving as he reaches for the shampoo on the shelf. 

James touches the blue curtain that separates him from the shower and pulls it back a little to look inside. Regulus has his back to him and still doesn't notice the other man's presence. His back muscles are tense as his raised hands massage his scalp, lathering his hair with shampoo. The hot air, along with the strong smell of soap, hits James in the face, but his attention is drawn to the figure of his husband. He follows the line of his spine downward, the tattoo on Regulus' side half hidden but still familiar. Two distinct dimples on his lower back, his favorite mole between them. Round buttocks... James can't help but reach out and pinch one of them. 

“Shit!” rings through the room, echoing off the wet walls. Regulus turns to him with frightened eyes, but the fright quickly turns to irritation. He shakes off some foam in James' direction, trying to shoo him away. “You sick pervert, get out of here!” 

James laughs heartily at the sight of Regulus' skin turning red from the combined efforts of his little pinch and the hot shower. But he obediently pulls the curtain back and turns to the sink. “Is it a crime or a perversion to look at your own husband in the shower?” he says loudly, so that he can be heard over the sound of the water. 

The mirror above the sink is fogged with steam, and James isn't wearing his glasses, so his reflection is just a blur of color. He picks up his toothbrush, adds toothpaste, and starts brushing his teeth. 

Regulus, meanwhile, replies, “Your love of sneaking up on me is actually the reason why we're going to divorce someday.” 

James just smiles to himself with a mouthful of toothpaste, the same thing Regulus has been saying all along their relationship. “One day this will be the reason we break up,” he said during the first year of their relationship. He attributed his first gray hairs to James' behavior. However, he still blushes every time.

Spitting out the paste, James says, “Tell me more about it.” 

Regulus clicks his tongue, “About our divorce?” 

“Yeah.” James rinses his mouth. “Have you added this section to your whole life planning folder yet? It's got to be somewhere before the retirement section, right?” 

Despite James' joking tone, such a folder did exist in Regulus' desk. In fact, it was just a collection of all the necessary documents and templates that might come in handy in the future. To it, Regulus added old materials from their wedding planning, drawings of the renovation they had done ten years earlier, property documents, and old templates for adoption papers. The latter were in the deepest corner, long forgotten, because the topic had never gone beyond discussion. But Regulus still couldn't just get rid of them. 

“Uh, I have an appointment with my lawyer for the divorce papers this Thursday, so expect a letter,” Regulus says lightly. Meeting Dorcas for coffee on Thursdays was a long-established tradition, and the woman's career as a divorce lawyer has become a favorite playful manipulation of Regulus for any occasion. 

James just snorts, running his palms over his face. He wipes the mirror and almost bumps his nose into it, carefully examining his reflection. He runs his fingers along the line of his beard, checking to see if it needs trimming here or there, and strokes his neck. His stiff hair on his chin and above his upper lip seems more perfect than ever, giving James a statuesque appearance for his age and confidence in his attractiveness. 

He really didn't care how many women or men turned to him on the street, how wide the baristas smiled at him, or how many years they gave his look. All that mattered to James was how Regulus reached across the table during his morning coffee to wipe the milk foam from his mustache, or simply took his face in his hands and ran his thumbs along the smooth line of his cheek stubble. His gaze at these moments spoke more than anything else. 

Looking at his reflection, James suddenly remembers his late father, whom he had never seen young except in photographs. But now, looking at himself in the mirror, he resembles him more than ever. The muscles in his chest clench simultaneously with sadness for the dear man and a rush of happiness because of his memories. 

With wet hands, James brushes his unruly hair back and gathers the strength to say, “Regulus?” 

“Hmm?” comes the man behind the curtain. 

“I think we should have a baby.” 

Silence reigns for a second before the curtain is abruptly pulled back, revealing a naked and foamy Regulus staring at him wide-eyed, “What?!”

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Teddy and Papa

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jegulus but it’s an apartment complex neighbor au where they never see each other so they don’t know sirius’ relationship with both of them. regulus is a piano prodigy and james likes to listen to him play and eventually picks up his guitar to play for him too AND THE. THEY START PLAYING TOGETHER THROUGH THE WALLS and when they meet it’s bc sirius took regulus to meet james at a bar and when they go home and to their respective apartments they just look at each other and realize… oh. that’s who i’ve been playing with. And then they fall in love and live forever and have a lovely life where no one dies :)