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clutzieclown · 1 day ago

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NO LONGER YOU

⋆˙⟡ — word count : you'll never know, just like me, because I didn't check 😌

Part ii | pov ; 🐾 + 🧪 + 🐺

ship pairing : Wolfstar

Aka: two sleep-deprived teens are the ones telling the story via voice interview, and they suck at it. Like really bad

🐾/🐺 (Wolfstar view)

"He's here," Remus sighed, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned toward the grimy window. Sirius, lounging awkwardly in a threadbare armchair, immediately tensed. Fuuuuuhhhh-

"Speak of the devil," he muttered, a sneer forming on his lips. "What does Snivellus want this time?" Remus didn’t answer; instead, he moved toward the door, bracing himself for what he knew would be an uncomfortable encounter.

The knock was sharp and persistent. As he opened the door, Severus Snape stood there, his dark robes fluttering slightly in the breeze. His expression remained as unreadable as ever.

“Lupin,” Snape acknowledged with a flat tone, glancing past Remus to meet Sirius's gaze. “Black.”

“Snape,” Sirius shot back, rising from the chair. There was no hiding the hostility in his voice. “To what do we owe this… pleasure?”

Snape's lip curled into a disdainful smile. “I’ve brought the Wolfsbane, as you requested.” He extended a small vial containing the potion. Remus accepted it with a grateful nod. “Thank you, Severus.”

“Don’t mention it,” Snape replied, his eyes shifting back to Sirius. Sirius scrunched up his nose before rolling his eyes.

"I bet you'd love to be doing something else right now, huh, Snape?" Sirius smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Like maybe that same little magic trick I heard rumors of during our school days."

Remus tensed, immediately understanding the reference. "Sirius-" Snape's face darkened. "You haven't changed a bit, have you, Black? Still the same arrogant, reckless-"

"Prat?" Sirius supplied helpfully, a fake fuckery smile on his face. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Aren't I amazing?"

"Fool," Snape hissed. "You're putting everyone at risk with your mere presence lingering around Hogwarts,"

"Oh, I'm putting everyone at risk?" Sirius cut him off, his voice rising. "What about you, Snape - hiding in the shadows, playing your little games? Who are you protecting, exactly, huh? It can't possibly be Harry-"

"That's none of your concern," Snape snapped.

"Sod off, that's my godson!" Sirius roared, stepping closer to Snape. "Tell me what the bloody hell you've contributed other than making his life more difficult than it already is, Snape. Spy my ass! Dumbledore shouldn't trust you!"

The Potions Master scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze filled with a pitying disdain for Sirius as if he were merely an irrational patient from a mental ward. At that moment, Sirius found himself loathing that look more than anything else; it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"You're just doing this because you want a reason to be seen as good. Looking after Harry even though you've done close to fucking nothing to help him-"

"And how do you know that?" Snape retorted with a sneer. "You were locked away in Azkaban. How could you possibly know if I was ‘taking care of him’? Which, by the way, I never agreed to do."

Sirius groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. "You must think that because I was absent, suddenly I have no way of connecting with my godson. To hell with you, Snape, you prick. You're one of the reasons he has to live like this anyway."

Silence.

Snape's eye twitched, and just as he was about to slip his wand out, Remus finally stepped in. "Enough!" The werewolf interjected, his voice surprisingly sharp.

It even managed to catch Snape off guard, a feat in itself for someone usually so composed. Remus stepped in between the two men like a protective mother hen, his brows knitted in concern. "Both of you cut it out. You can't keep flying into arguments every time you see each other. Honestly, you're like a couple of alley cats..."

Sirius shot a fierce look at Snape, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Alright," he retorted sharply. "I've already shared all the truth I needed to."

Snape shot a disdainful glance over his shoulder, a mocking sneer curling on his lips. "Oh, of course you did, Black." With that, he pivoted gracefully, his dark robes billowing around him like a spectral shroud, leaving a trail of palpable tension in the air as he stalked away into the shadows. (Dramatic ahh)

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Remus turned to Sirius, his expression a mixture of exasperation and disappointment. "Sirius, really? What was that about?"

"He provokes me, Remus!" Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "He always has!"

"First of all, no, he didn't!" Remus huffed, running a hand down his face in frustration. "You kicked this off this time, and let's be honest, you always take the bait when he says something outrageous. Honestly, you both are just acting like kids."

Sirius looked away, shame creeping into his eyes. He knew Remus was right....but ooohhh, his beautiful ego! "Okay, okay, smartass," he mumbled.

"You need to apologize," Remus said firmly.

Sirius groaned. "Apologize? To him? The greasy bat?"

"Yes, to him," Remus insisted. "This kind of behavior is unacceptable, especially now when we need to actually try to get along with him."

"I haven't done anything," Sirius retorted, flopping down onto the couch with a clean thump! Remus gave his friend a warning glare, his fingers clenching around the glass vial Snape had given him.

Sirius was silent for a moment, then he let out a long sigh. "Fine," he conceded. "Fine. I'll… I'll get him something."

Remus raised an eyebrow, taken aback that the glare had actually worked, but he found himself even more puzzled by Sirius's next comment. "Get him something?" Sometimes he forgot that Sirius had been taught to express his apologies through lavish gifts.

Suddenly, the idea of him trying to apologize to Snape didn't sit right with Remus. There was no way Snape would accept any kind of present, and that would only escalate the situation to a whole new level.

Sirius did not have the same brain Remus did. "Yeah, something," he echoed, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Something elegantly persuasive and as stuck up as he is."

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Later, Sirius returned, laden with an absurd amount of food – enough for a small army – and a bouquet of red roses that looked ridiculously out of place in his hands. He sheepishly presented them to Remus.

This brought back awkward memories of their first Yule Ball dance.

Sirius finally mustered the courage to ask Marlene out, but he felt completely lost without Remus by his side, quietly rooting for him from his spot next to Charity. As the ball came to an end, Sirius arrived with a stunning bouquet of red roses, presenting them to Remus with a charming bow and a playful wink.

"For you," he mumbled, avoiding Remus's gaze. "And...for him. If he wants any of it, that is." Did Snape like sweet stuff? He seemed like the kind of bloke to only enjoy bitter things, but if those sweets managed to piss him off, it would still be a win.

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "You're incorrigible, Sirius," but he took the food and the flowers, a smile playing on his lips. He knew Sirius's heart was in the right place, even if his methods were…unconventional.

"Am I gonna get a kiss or what-"

"Get your ass into that fireplace before I stick my foot up it, fancy style."

...

"So no kiss?"

...

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The fire in the hearth of Snape’s office crackled merrily, casting flickering shadows across the stacks of parchment covering his desk. He sat hunched over them, a quill scratching furiously across the page, his expression as sour as ever. He was so engrossed in his work that he almost didn't notice the flames in the floo turn emerald green.

Sirius Black stepped out, slightly soot-covered and looking distinctly awkward. He clutched a wicker basket in one hand and a smaller, less flamboyant bouquet of roses in the other. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.

Snape looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Black. What do you want?"

Wow, five seconds in, and Sirius already has that irrational alpha male urge to punt the fucker. Breathe, king, breathe. Don't let the grease of the world get to your groove.

"Uh," Sirius began, shuffling his feet slightly. "I, uh...brought you something." He held out the basket. "A peace offering, of sorts? I dunno, I was forced to do this."

Snape raised a skeptical eyebrow. It was a bomb. There was no way that what was in the basket wasn't a bomb made out of glitter and rainbows and strawberry artificial scent (totally not speaking from experience). "A peace offering? From you?...do I owe you money, or something-"

"No, seriously," Sirius said, wincing at his choice of words. "Remus… he told me I should apologize for, well, you know—what happened the other day, which was actually just two hours ago. I would have come sooner, but I was already on my way for something else entirely." He paused. "I was coming-"

"I don't want to know about your private moments with Lupin. You...freaks." Snape's gaze flickered to the basket. He could smell the unmistakable aroma of Honeyduke confections wafting from within. He remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Sirius shifted uncomfortably. "It's… well, it's Honeydukes. A bit of everything. And…" He held out the smaller bouquet of roses. "These are for you too. Not as…showy as the ones I got Remus, because, let's be real, you can't amount to that man."

"I don't give a fuck?"

That was what Snape wanted to say.

Wait, what was stopping him?

"I don't give a fuck," Snape muttered as he finally took the basket, his fingers brushing against Sirius's. A bath with Lysol would do quite well later on - posh people's skin didn't suit his perfectly sallow flesh. Turn the tables.

He placed the basket on his desk, his eyes still fixed on Sirius. "Why the roses?"

"Just… a gesture," Sirius mumbled, feeling his ears burn. "A peace gesture. I mean, you brought Remus the Wolfsbane, so… it's only fair."

He wanted to be with his thick, juicy, yummy omega. Life wasn't fair because if he went home he'd be kicked back out again, disowned dare I say. The streets were a cold place, the ghetto even colder. - Jayne

It was literally just the couch. - Clutz

Woah the feedback here is wild, haha...moving on.

Snape kept a sharp eye on him, making Sirius feel as though he was under an intense spotlight. "You're oddly remorseful, Black," he said, his tone dripping with skepticism. "What’s the twist?"

"No catch," Sirius said quickly. "Just… trying to be better. Remus is right. We need to… to work together.(GAG). If we're going to… you know… protect Harry."

Younger Sirius would be writing what to put on his gravestone or, even better, throwing stones at him because of the bullshit he was spewing. As if the Sirius Black would ever admit such a thing! And for a man - well that was just - just...

...

Ahem.

The mere mention of Harry's name appeared to ease Snape's expression just a bit. He looked down at the basket of sweets once more, and for a fleeting moment, something resembling amusement flickered across his face.

"All right, Black," he finally replied. "I’ll take your… peace offering." He reached for a Chocolate Frog from the basket and unwrapped it with a slight smirk. "But I can’t guarantee I’ll behave any better in the future."

Sirius grinned, relief washing over him. Wait, what? I mean...he totally had that under control. He's the ultimate bad boy with irresistible charm. "Deal. Just… try not to hex me next time, okay? I saw you getting your wand ready before Remus stepped in, and I think you might've let a little bit out because my back hurts."

Snape let his smile fade. Yeowch, it's chilly in here... "I'll think about it." He popped the Chocolate Frog into his mouth. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I’ve got papers to grade."

Sirius nodded. "Right. Well, I'll… I'll see you around, then." He turned to step back into the floo.

"Black," Snape called after him.

Sirius turned back.

"Don't think this changes anything," Snape said, his voice returning to its usual drawl. "We are not friends."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Snivellus," Sirius replied with a wink before stepping into the green flames and disappearing with a whoosh.

Snape sighed. Why the hell did he accept sweets from the prat? Shit. At least they were good...

Do we have any mooncakes? No? Man...Oh yeah, uh, thanks for sticking until the end!

voice note ~ ENDED.

(ts took hours to make 💔) (I got more delirious by the end because I was sleepy 😩)

#wolfstar #Marauders Era au #but it's not during the Marauders Era #its actually book four of Harry Potter #but shhh #no one needs to know that #severus snape needs therapy #pro snape #but im not actually PRO SNAPE #that big looser...i love him #sirius and severus loathe each other but theyre the same side of one coin #lore is about to go wild

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