#fluffy wolfstar

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Tired

Fun fluffy microfic for y’all today based off this post

Remus was just sitting in the common room, flicking idly through a book, as Sirius walked in, dropping down next to him. Remus smiled at him, the smile quickly giving way for concern for a moment.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Mmm, tired.” He hummed, resting his head on Remus’ shoulder, hand winding through his arm.

Remus froze, trying to make sure his shoulders hadn’t tended up.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He was still staring straight ahead at his book, the word suddenly unintelligible as his heart sped up, face heating as he was pretty sure he was turning a dangerous shade of red. Merlin knows how long he stayed like that until Sirius’ breathing turned even, having bloody fallen asleep.

Remus couldn’t move, not unless he wanted to wake Sirius up, which he didn’t, which meant he had to live with the warmth of the boy he loved who he hoped to god would someday love him back slept.

The painting opened again, Remus turning his head as Lily walked in. She paused in front of the two of them, arching an eyebrow.

“Turning a bit red there, Remus?” She said quietly, amused.

“Shut up. I’m going to jump off the fucking astronomy tower.” Remus whispered back declaratively.

[jasmines-library]

hi love! idk if you are interested or not but i had an idea of reader being friends with lilly and severus but also with the marauders untill the oh so fateful day were sev ruined his friendship with lilly and reader. i love the idea of lilly ending up in james's arms and reader in sirius's (they are my boys sorry sev🤭)

thank you and again, only if you want! have a wonderful day lovely!

Only Human

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Warnings: Slurs (mudblood), swearing bullying kinda, negativity but fluffy ending

Word Count: 1.7k

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Severus Snape was resting against a tree when it happened. The castle sat opposite him, just a short way across the clear water. The small ripples created by the creatures in the lake and the summer breeze often distracted him from the book that he rested between his knees and his chest as he tucked them up closely. It was this exact reason that he hadn't noticed the band of robe-clad gryffindors trudging up the slope toward him. James Potter led the group, he wore his signature charismatic grin; a smirk that twinged the corner of his lip upwards and made his nose scrunch beneath his glasses, and he had his wand held loosely in his hand. He twisted the delicate tool between his fingers as you would a drumstick. Sauntering over to Severus, he chuckled at his friends, nudging them playfully with his shoulder. 

“Snape!” He jested, calling out to him. 

His head snapped up, but he kept his back planted firmly against the tree as the group of marauders ran up to him. He squeezed his eyes shut, just hoping that they would turn and leave. But they were bored and Severus, who had been particularly troublesome toward them, had caught their eyes. Severus inched himself up against the tree so that he rose to his feet and began to turn back in the direction of the castle. 

James frowned, a look of mock pity set on his face. “Leaving already, Snivellus?”

Snape reached for his wand, but kept his back to them.  “Fuck off, Potter. I don’t want trouble.”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to turn your back to someone when they’re talking to you, Snape.” Sirius asked him. 

Severus whipped around quickly, his wand poised to cast a spell at them but James beat him to it; with one flick of his hand Snape's wand went flying across the river bank. He paled, the four Marauders stepping closer to him. 

“Nice one, James.” Sirius cheered. 

The dark haired boy backed up slowly, setting his gaze. The four of them were edging closer, threatening him with their wands when you spotted them. You had just finished class and were heading over to the lake with Lily, arm in arm. The two of you were over there in seconds when you saw your friends threatening each other. Much to your boyfriend's dismay, you and Severus had been friends from the beginning of the first year. You met him on the train; a shy boy with long hair who didn’t quite seem certain of the world. Lily bonded with him quickly, and you followed soon after. It wasn’t long after that that you met Sirius Black. Charming, brave, daring; he was the complete opposite to Snape, but you supposed that was what drew you to him so much. It was their clash in personalities that made the two clash. It seemed as though they were always doing something to wind up the other.

This time it had gone too far. You were unsure of what Sev had done to wind up the Marauders so much, but you and Lily were skidding to a stop beside them in a heartbeat. 

James caught a glimpse of Lily’s fiery hair out of the corner of his eye. “Lilyflower-”

“Leave him alone, James.” It wasn’t quite a demand, Lily never had that sort of aggressiveness in her, but her voice was firm. She didn’t want her friend to get hurt. 

“Ah, Evans, Don’t make me hex you.” James sighed, a playful twinge on his tongue.

“I’m serious.” Lily repeated when James refused to lower his wand, letting it loll around between his fingers. 

“No,” Sirius smirked. “I am.”

You gave him a hard stare through narrow eyes, and his smirk dropped. “Siri. Please.”

The boy nodded, nudging his friend who promptly pocketed his wand. Severus seemed taken back, his steps faltering. He glanced gratefully in your direction, though his anger and embarrassment were unmistakable in his eyes. 

“You’re lucky that they were here to help you, Snape.”

“I don’t need help from filthy mudbloods.”

You had expected many things from Severus, but those words were not one of them. He spat them with venom; malice intending to bite deep. And bite deep it did. 

You froze, eyes glassing over with tears. Serverus Snape had made an incredibly low blow; as a muggleborn, it was safe to say that it took some time to come to terms with your letter to Hogwarts. You were excited, of course but your parents were far from keen. Lily experienced the same thing with her sister too. Things didn’t get much better when you arrived at Hogwarts either. Some saw you as ‘impure’. Unworthy. Sev knew this and he had chosen to use it against you. Perhaps it was in a moment of spite, perhaps he hadn’t meant to say it at all. But all that mattered in that moment was that Severus Snape was just like the rest of them.   

You could see Sirius glance your way out of the corner of your eye, but when he took a step toward you you backed away. 

“Fuck you, Snape.” You spat back at him, trying to hide the waver in your voice. 

“You should watch your mouth, Snivellus.” Lily glared at him before turning on her heel and making her way promptly back to the castle before anyone else could say a word. 

You were left standing between the two groups, both slightly shell shocked, in silence.

Sirius, now full of guilt, opened his mouth to talk, but you pursued Lily before he could even form the first syllable.

 The tears came flooding in quickly after that. 

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Sirius hadn’t seen you for the rest of the day. and that was partly because you refused to come out of the girls bathroom. He had even tried to get Moaning Myrtle to coax you out to talk to him, but still you refused to show your face as you curled up on the bathroom tile. It made his stomach churn. 

His pit of guilt dug itself deeper as he sat in class. Sirius’ leg bounced restlessly during potions and there was just as much ink on the page at the start of the lesson as there was at the end. The detention he was also given didn’t help ease his thoughts. His mind wandered to the worse case scenarios. It was his fault for provoking Snape… What if you never wanted to talk to him again? He was up in an instant when the fateful day came to an end and he could return to the common room. He dragged his feet up to the portrait and muttered the words to open it. Every part of him itched to see your face mingling amongst the crowd. 

At first, he didn’t see you. But he managed to make out the crown of your head resting against an armchair tucked away in the corner by the fire. His face softened when he saw the tear tracks staining your face where you had failed to wipe them away properly.  

You had spent practically the last two hours crying. Everytime the flood stopped, it seemed to start up again. Severus was supposed to be your friend and he had discarded you just like that. The back of your eyes stung, glassy beads threatening to spill again. When you finally braved it enough to make it back to the common room, you couldn’t bear to go up to your room. You hardly spent any time there anyway because you spent much of it lounging around in Sirius’ bed with the other marauders…and you were angry and Sirius. 

No… perhaps angry was too strong a word. Hurt. Hurt by his actions and his and James’ thoughtlessness. Being up in your room would have just reminded you of that. So instead you settled down with a book by the fire trying to distract yourself and let the world move around you. 

It didn’t take Sirius very long to reach you. He crossed the common room in a few wide strides. 

“Love?” Siri asked hesitantly. 

You peeked up at him meekly. Your eyes were red raw and puffy, it made the boy frown. Sniffing, you wiped your eyes with the hem of your sleeve. “Oh.. hi Siri.” you mumbled, not quite meeting his eyes. 

“Oh Lovey. I’m so sorry.” He melted, sliding onto the arm of the chair beside you. 

“ ‘ts okay. It’s not your fault…”

Sirius scowled. You were far too kind for your own good. He knew exactly what you had been through and made him sick just thinking that you weren’t allowing anyone to take the blame for it. “But it is, Dove. I shouldn’t have provoked him. If I had stopped James and just kept my mouth shut then you wouldn’t have had to come over in the first place.”

A tear spilled from your eyes and all of a sudden you broke all over again. “He was supposed to be my friend, Pads.” You blubbered, voice wavering. “He’s just like the rest of them…”

Sirius took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to them. “You didn’t deserve any of this, my love. I am so, so sorry.”

“Maybe they’re right….” You trailed off. “Maybe I am worthless. If Sev thinks so too then-”

“Shh.” Sirius pressed another kiss to your temple as he scooped you up into his arms. Burying your face into his chest you continued to cry. He trailed his fingers over your back. “You’ve never been more wrong in your life, Lovey. You are worth so much more than that. You’re kind, brave and not to mention the most beautiful girl in the world. You’re worth everything to me. Who gives a crap what they think?”

You sniffled, unsure. 

“I mean it.”

You looked up at him, wiping away your tears; a ghost of a smile on your lips. 

“I love you.” Siri whispered, kissing you softly.

“I love you too.” You settled your head against his chest, shifting to curl against him. 

It was there that James and Lily found you later, entwined with each other and sleeping peacefully. Safe within each other's arms.

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[incandescentwarmth]

I think my favorite wolfstar trope is Remus braiding Sirius’s hair

He did it for the first time when Sirius got sick. The curls were sticking to his fevered skin and he wanted to make sure it was out of his face. It was a lose plait in the back that looked pretty terrible and didn’t hold but it did the job and was appreciated.

A few days later, Sirius left the door to the bathroom open when he was getting ready. Remus was watching him quietly, not wanting to disturb, and saw Sirius mess with his hair before getting frustrated and brushing it back out. He did this a few times before giving up and dressing for the day. Later in the afternoon, the two were lounging on the grass in the sun and Remus asked him to sit in front of him. He made two braids on either side, they weren’t fancy but he took his time and they were clean and framed his face nicely. James came out to find them and stopped in his tracks at the smile and blush adorning Sirius’s cheeks.

Sirius never asked Remus to do it but they both knew how happy it made him to have his boyfriend’s hands in his hair so Remus was never hesitant to volunteer. It was always the simple braids though until Marlene got back from quidditch practice one night with two dutch braids that were starting to come undone from the flying. He snuck up to the girls room that night and asked how she did them.

He failed at the fancier styles the first few times, the hair would get tangled or just not sit right. It wasn’t until one night in the common room that Lily was leaning back against Mary’s leg who leaned over and whispered to Remus to pay attention. She did a long French braid down the center of Lily’s hair, going slow enough for Remus to observe. The next morning, Sirius came down for breakfast with two perfect french braids looking at Remus like he hung the moon.

[lily0evans0gf]

“i hate fem sirius” “i hate androgynous sirius” “sirius is masculine, he’s always been a manly man 😡”

what the fuck are you talking about?

[kingstarkingslay]

Remus : ( quietly) Sirius…………

Sirius : ( looking up from his book ) Yes my darling wolf

Remus : ( fiddling with his hands ) um…

Remus : if you were an otter and I was an otter and we were sleeping

Remus : would you hold my paw so we wouldn’t drift away from each other?

Sirius : ( melts on the spot )

Sirius : yes I would my darling

[aeteut]

🎀 Mary and Sirius girlhood 🎀

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

[justsomecouscous]

'in my relationship I only want a guy who's 6ft and has muscles' this 'I want a girl who has a big ass and boobs' that

Nah FUCK that

I want someone to lovingly hold my face in their hands and look adoringly at me then kiss me while the fans scream and cry from happiness after waiting for 5 seasons and the old bitter white men to sit seething in their arm chairs

[marcyiyi]

Wintertime at the Lupin-Black household was the definition of cozy. The house was covered in snow, only the pathway to it clean, because Sirius got up every morning and cleared it. He put on Remus’ thickest jumper and wool socks, added his combat boots and leather jacket and completed the outfit with a bright yellow crocheted hat. He made a point of showing his husband how much was he sacrificing for him, his sleep, comfort, and time, but he enjoyed this chore very much. It was just him, the cold, shimmering snow and the darkness. Going out with his shovel and seeing the house he lived in, with the little light of their bedroom also made him immensely proud and grateful for the life he lived. He usually came back and snuggled back to bed, letting himself be warmed by Remus’ hug. They would probably stay like this, but little Harry wasn’t the biggest fan of the idea. Around seven he would run to the bedroom, singing and wishing them good morning. If he wasn’t too hungry, he cuddled with them for a while, however he mostly pulled them from under the festive covers with deers and snowflakes and demanded they get up. And who were they to disagree? Remus usually made breakfast while Sirius checked that Harry made his bed properly, dressed up and washed his face, and brushed his teeth, which was particularly needed, as Harry’s arch nemesis at this age was the stingy minty taste of toothpaste. They reconciled in the kitchen which at this point smelled of non-alcoholic apple punch Remus made every morning of December. The mix of apple juice, cinnamon, clove and vanilla was one of the best Harry knew. Yet there was another that could overcome it. And that was the smell of almost full English breakfast. Beans, eggs and sausages, buttered toast. And because Sirius loved a breakfast dessert, croissants and strawberries. Harry would have them for a snack later, after they came back from the outside.

Each morning from about eight to ten belonged to a walk. Sometimes with Sirius, sometimes with Padfoot. Sometimes down to the creek, sometimes up to the woods, sometimes west to the city for groceries or to the library, sometimes east to a playground. After a snack, Harry was ready to have some fun in the snow, doing snow angels, building snowmen, going for a sleigh ride. He was tired enough after they came back to eat lunch and take a little nap. His dads used the free time to clean the house, or make some presents. Remus would knit or crochet while Sirius tried to seem like he was writing Christmas cards, but really he was just watching his husband adoringly. The afternoon was full of baking sweets. Vanilla crescents, Linzer cookies, gingerbread cookies, chocolate balls and more. Harry was very good at weighing the ingredients and cutting out the shapes, but kneading the dough or rolling it out without getting flour all over his hair was a mystery to him. Sirius just liked to watch the oven, making sure they don’t burn anything. That proved inefficient when he got distracted by taking photos of Harry in his little apron with flour and sugar on his face. Luckily Remus saved the whole batch and they ended up with two whole boxes of Christmas treats. When the kitchen was warm and smelling of cookies, and everyone’s belly full of them, it was time for a board game. Remus’ influence was very clear here, as Harry preferred muggle checkers over wizard chess. If he got bored of losing, he went upstairs and played with trains. He could go hours joining lego buildings with wooden tracks, making stops and driving his trains around them. Sometimes, when he was especially good, Sirius would enchant his trains to go by themselves and the little wooden people to ride them.

In the meantime, Remus made dinner, occasionally with his husband’s help. They loved cooking together, or watch the other cook. Tomato soup, quiche, rarebit, sandwiches, risotto, whatever Sirius fancied. More often than not, he fancied a make out session on the counter. However, according to Harry’s undeniably relevant opinion, their dinner always tasted delicious. They’d sit around the dining table, surrounded by lit candles and hanging mistletoes, colourful Christmas lights hanging from every possible piece of furniture. Harry had a curious question for each evening, which he asked after setting the table. How is orange juice made? How come the oven bakes so fast? Did Sirius wear a white dress to their wedding? Why are some of Remus’ hair grey? Who teaches at Hogwarts? What does ‘cariad’ mean? That usually got the conversation going, and sometimes his dads talked about it long after he’s gone to bed. Sirius would do the dishes, with or without magic, depending on his mood, and Remus tucked the tired little boy to bed. However, he required a bath first, usually full on with bubbles and ducks. Then he put on his pyjamas with polar bears and listened to his dad reading him a fairytale. Because the day was full of activities, he normally fell asleep before the prince and the princess lived happily ever after. Remus then had time to be happy with his husband, as they watched a muggle movie or listened to some music. But never Christmas carols before the 24th. Cuddled up in their living room, under all the mistletoes, and air still smelling of their dinner, Sirius reminded himself again of how grateful he was for all of this. His husband hugging him, their son sleeping upstairs, a whole house to themselves, secured, provided for, loved. And the thing he’d appreciate the most was that he could do all of this again tomorrow.

@wolfstarmicrofic dec. 25, cozy

[azulaschild]

I know it's soon, but I just can't wait to see all the fanart and fanfics that y'all will come up with for Christmas!!!

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

Just take my heart out, that'll make it all better

The title is from the song Hope For The Underrated youth by Yungblud (nothing to do with the fic apart from the title I just liked it, sue me (no please don't))

Word count: 2 200

TW:? I don't know if this needs one, but there is some descriptions of wounds and just regular werewolf shenanigans I guess? Nothing too graphic it should all be okay? He's generally distressed but anyhow

“It hurts,” Remus whimpered, eyes wide as he looked around the room. He was laying down on the floor, dust and destroyed furniture around him, everything hurt. “Siri-? Sirius…?” He asked frantically, breathing picking up as he realised he wasn't there, he needed Sirius. He really did.

“Sirius isn't here, mate,” James said, kneeling down next to him. “Remember yeah? He- Hey, stay still, please Remus y-you hit your head, it's bleeding a bit.” He said, trying to make it better, trying to stay calm. The wound on his head looked bad, and all the other ones around his body didn't look any better. It had been a rough full moon. “Siri went to get Poppy, they'll be right back, just stay still, please? I don't want you to hurt yourself even more.”

Tears fell from his eyes, taking in a shaky breath as he continued to look around, eventually looking up at James. “It hurts…”

“I know, I'm sorry I can't help.” James said, trying to figure out what he could do to help the poor boy, he just held Remus' hand, hoping it would make it all even slightly more bearable. There wasn't really anything he could do, they'd just have to wait until madam pomfrey and Sirius would come back to the shrieking shack. Why weren't they back yet? It had been like 15 minutes already. “They'll be here soon, yeah? Poppy's gonna make it all better.”

Remus nodded as James gave his hand a gentle squeeze as even more tears made their way down his cheeks. It hurt. Everything just hurt. He couldn't really move, something was definitely broken. It hurt when he breathed in, sharp pain in his side; god, he hoped his rib wasn't broken, again. His head pounded too, dull pain growing as he laid there. It was stinging behind his eyes, stabbing at his temples, slowly getting worse.

After a while he heard noises downstairs, he felt weirdly scared for a moment, certain it was someone who wasn't supposed to be there. But, as he heard James let out a relieved breath, he realised it was probably Pomfrey and Sirius. “Sirius?” He whispered, looking around again as he heard someone walking up the creaking stairs.

“Hi, love,” He breathed out as he took a look at his boyfriend, somehow he looked even worse than when he had left to go get Poppy. He kneeled down by his head, taking his hand into his, watching as James got up, going to sit on the bed in the corner of the room next to Peter. He helped Remus prop himself up, as he was clearly trying to get up, his head rested on Sirius' lap. “Shh, it's okay. I'm here, baby. It'll be okay.” He whispered, carding his hand through Remus' hair as Poppy came into the room too.

“Hey, Remus,” She smiled. “You have a bit of a nasty wound on your head. Made your friends here quite worried.” she said, as she looked over the wound on his head. “I'll look you properly over in the ward, but I have to dress this up first, yeah?”

He nodded slowly, looking up at Sirius, who smiled softly, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. “It's gonna be okay,” He whispered, watching as Remus' face scrunched up in pain as Pomfrey went over the wound with a slightly damp cloth to clean it up before she could cover it. He caressed his cheek, opposite the side poppy was working on, he wiped away the tears, trying to stay as calm as possible to not make Remus panic even more. “I promise, baby. It's gonna be okay.”

“ ‘s it bad?” He asked, looking up at Sirius, blinking away tears, but then shifted his gaze to madam Pomfrey who had just secured a bandage around his head.

“You just had it a little rough, dear.” Poppy smiled softly. “You have a few broken bones, and some nasty gashes, but nothing that can't be fixed, don't worry. We just gotta get you to the infirmary so I can look you over properly.” He nodded, closing his eyes for a moment. “Let's try to sit you up.” She said, glancing at Sirius, who nodded slightly.

Remus slowly sat up, with some help from Sirius and poppy. “Good job, Remy.” Sirius whispered into his ear so no one else could hear. It made him feel better, such a simple gesture, but it made all the difference.

“Now, we're gonna stand up, you've got your friends here to help you, so don't worry, but be careful with your left leg.” Remus nodded, watching as Sirius got up from the floor, and James came to stand on his other side. They helped him stand up, he felt a bit light-headed and his legs wobbly underneath him. He leaned onto his friends for support, who both wrapped their arms around his back and his arms tested in their shoulders. “Walk slowly, we don't want to break any more bones. And if at any point you feel dizzy or tired, take a break.” She instructed them, both James and Sirius nodded.

Remus breathed heavily, having a difficult time just standing up, he was sure he couldn't walk. Tears started to burn in his eyes again as he realised he couldn't even do the simple task of walking. “I-i don't think I can w-walk… I-i can't. It hurts.”

Pomfrey looked concerned at that, frowning as she looked at the boys. “Me and James can carry you, yeah? We'll-”

“Boys-”

“No it's okay, we've done it before, haven't we, Poppy?” James said when Pomfrey tried to interrupt. They had done it a few times before, carrying Remus back to the castle after a rough full moon when he couldn't walk even with help. He'd get on one of their backs, and at some point they'd switch.

…

“Don't fall asleep on me, love.” Sirius whispered, adjusting the way he was carrying Remus on his back. “Poppy will murder me if you sleep now.”

“Won't,” He mumbled into the side of his neck, breath hitching as another wave of pain washed over him. “Poppy's nice.”

“Mm,” He hummed. “That's ‘cause you're the favourite.” Sirius smiled, being extra careful as they walked up the front steps of the castle. It was early enough in the morning that the halls would be empty, which was nice, especially after a night like this one had been. He carried Remus to the infirmary, setting him down on the bed where Poppy directed him to. “I'll be back soon, baby, okay? It'll be okay.” He kissed Remus' forehead before he'd be ushered out of there by madam Pomfrey.

“Had it quite rough, didn't you, dear?” She asked, helping him lay down onto the bed, starting to check him over. “Mm, but it's over now, and I need you to answer me a few questions.” Remus nodded, opening his eyes, blinking against the bright lights as he looked at Pomfrey. “What hurts?”

“Everythin’.”

“I bet it does, I'm going to help you though,” She smiled. “You do have to drink a few nasty potions though, mhm even if they are not your favourite.” Remus let her do her magic, quite literally, letting the matron's healing powers wrap around him like a blanket. It felt warm, and safe as the healing spells worked on him, making everything feel a lot better, than it had been a moment ago. She was talking to him constantly, knowing he hated when he didn't know what was happening.

“All bandaged up now, Remus. Just take this for me now, it'll help with the pain.” She said, handing him a small vial of a potion. “Even with all my magic, it'll take a moment for the bones to heal, okay? So you need to take it easy.”

“When can I-i go?”

“Not today, dear.” She smiled sadly. “We have to get you all better first. We'll see about it tomorrow, or the day after. Just take time to heal.” Remus nodded, adjusting his position on the bed as madam Pomfrey left him alone, turning to look outside. The sun was still rising, painting the sky in beautiful hues of orange and red. He closed his eyes for a moment, not opening until he heard a familiar voice at the door. It was Sirius, begging Poppy to let him in before visiting hours. He found it almost amusing how this same routine repeated every full moon. He didn't understand why she even bothered as she always gave in at the end.

“Hi,” Sirius smiled as he opened the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. He sat on the edge of it, reaching to brush some hair out of his eyes. “Feeling better? Good, I brought you some clean comfy clothes, a book, also went to the kitchens and the elves promised to make tea, and oh also got you some chocolates.”

“Thank you,” He smiled, slowly sitting up, taking the clothes Sirius handed to him. “Can you um- help me? I-”

“Yeah, ‘course.” Sirius smiled, slowly helping Remus change out of the dirty, and slightly torn clothes to the new ones he had brought. When they were done, Sirius kicked off his shoes, sitting down against the headboard, pulling Remus into his arms. He grabbed the cup of tea that had appeared on the nightstand, giving it to Remus along with a few pieces of chocolate.

“I- thank you,” Remus whispered after a while when he had finished drinking his tea and he had had some chocolate. It really did make him feel a little better. He glanced up at Sirius who just smiled at him, leaning to kiss his forehead. “I love you, Siri.”

“Don't gotta thank me, love. It's okay.” He whispered as Remus laid his head back down onto his chest and he could continue brushing his hand through Remus' hair like he had been doing. He slowly solved the knots that had formed, gently picking out bits of dried blood. “I love you too, Remy. So much.” He kissed the top of his head, letting his lips linger there for a moment. “Do you wanna talk? Or maybe sleep for a little, you must be tired.”

Remus was quiet for a moment, before speaking quietly. “I was so scared.” He said, hiding his face, more into Sirius' chest as tears started to burn in his eyes. “I- usually I'm used to it- y'know the pain and stuff but uh- I don't know, I was so scared Siri.”

“I’m sorry about that, baby.” Sirius whispered into his hair, holding him a bit closer to his chest. “Do you remember what happened?” Remus shook his head, a few tears falling down. “When we were in the forest, there was this- this other, I'm not entirely sure, Padfoot's memories are always a bit blurry. But, you fought, that's why everything's so sore, Prongs had to carry you back to the shack…”

“Oh,”

“Mm,” He hummed. “Then, I think you passed out when you um, when you were you again. We were so scared too, there was so much blood, and you did hit your head, so we thought it would be better to bring poppy there.”

Remus nodded. “Did- did I hurt them?”

“I don't know, love.” He whispered. “Don't worry about it though, it's okay. Everything's okay now.”

“I don't remember anything.” He whispered, more tears falling. “It's all so- foggy. I'm sorry, I- didn't mean to.”

“No, shh. You've got nothing to be sorry for, everything's alright.” He soothed, wiping away tears from his cheek, kissing his head. “You haven't done anything wrong, you got hurt and that's not your fault. It's going to be okay, baby. I promise.” Remus nodded, letting out a painful sob. “Shh, shh. I'm here. Just cry it out, whatever you need to do, I'm here, baby.”

It took a moment until he calmed down, wiping his face into his sleeve as Sirius pulled the blanket over them. “It's okay, love.” He whispered, kissing his head as Remus just sniffled. “I love you so much. And you did so good last night, it's all over now, don't gotta worry anymore.”

“Love you too.” He whispered, lifting himself up slightly to look at Sirius, who wiped away the rest of the tears from his face.

“No more of these, yeah? All good now, isn't it?” He nodded, blushing slightly as Sirius kissed his nose, and cheeks. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too, baby.” He smiled as Remus laid back down in his chest, curling up to him as best as he could. “Want me to read to you? I brought the one you said you liked, remember what we read a couple of days ago?” He nodded through a yawn as Sirius picked up the book, finding the page they last left off at. It felt like home; Sirius reading to him quietly, arms wrapped around him, holding him close. It made him feel safe and warm, loved and cared for, it made all the pain and discomfort disappear for a moment, and he could just rest.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, so exhausted from the night's events. “Sleep well, baby. I love you.” Sirius whispered, kissing his head again as he marked the page they had left off on. He rested his head better on the pillows, letting himself drift off too after he was sure Remus was safely and comfortably tucked into his arms; protected from all the harm.

A/N:

Hopefully you liked this one :). I really liked writing it

Don't question why Peter has like no role in this, I kinda forget he exists most of the time, oopsie. I really wanted to write something sweet between Poppy and Remus and I hope I succeeded in that.

Hopefully you had a nice holiday, if you celebrated any, and if not, I'm sorry hopefully it gets better soon. Remember to take care of yourselves and drink water <3 happy new years :D

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[l-loserlover]

tha black dog

capa treino.

03/09/24

fanarts: @/likeafunerall & @/greenlights33

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Star-crossed lovers (May 9th)

tw mention of abuse

word count: 590

@wolfstarmicrofic

“We can’t, Remus. I’m sorry,” Sirius says and he hates himself. He told himself he wouldn’t cry but he’s crying and he hates himself. 

Remus looks lost, like he really can’t believe or understand what Sirius is saying. “I– Sirius, love, are you okay? Did something happen?” he reaches out to touch Sirius’ face but Sirius steps away and shakes his head. He has to do this. He reminds himself that he has to do this, for Remus. 

Sirius suddenly wishes they were anywhere but here, on top of the Astronomy Tower. This is where Sirius kissed Remus for the first time. Sirius hates himself. “I– we–” Sirius breathes out steadily and tries to summon every last bit of feigned courage and overwhelming love he has for Remus. He says, “This isn’t working out. Between us, I mean. We work better as friends, Remus.” His voice is harsh and he’s no longer crying. Sirius finds pretending to be cruel as easy as breathing. He’s worked so hard for that not to be true but it is. Being cruel is easy for him.

Remus takes a step back. Sirius wishes he’d stop looking at him like that. Remus is looking at him like he’s just put out all the stars in the night sky. 

Remus blinks and a single tear escapes, streaming down his face. Sirius wants to look away but he can’t. Remus is crying because of him. Remus looks completely heartbroken, and Sirius is responsible. Sirius doesn’t deserve to look away.

Remus smiles, and his miserable smile is the last blow that makes Sirius’ heart shatter into a million horrible pieces. “Sirius, that’s– you don’t have to apologize for that. I value–” Remus’ voice breaks. Sirius wants to scream. But he can’t. “You’re my friend before anything else, Sirius. If that’s what you want.”

It isn’t what he wants. It’s the last thing he wants.  “It is. I’m sorry, Remus.”

Remus shakes his head, chuckling humorlessly. “Please, stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for, Sirius. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel–”

“No. No, you did nothing wrong, Remus,” Sirius says because he couldn’t help himself. “Remus, you’re– this is not what–” Sirius tries to breathe but he can’t. He closes his eyes and remembers why he’s doing this in the first place. He remembers Walburga storming into his room on the last day of Christmas break with an open letter in her hand. 

Walburga Black is a lot of things– bigoted, boring, cruel, horrible– the list goes on and on. But more than anything she is honest. She doesn’t bluff. Her warnings are more promises than threats and–

“Sirius?”

Sirius blinks and really looks at Remus. There is no way Walburga Black is going to hurt anyone Sirius loves. Especially not Remus. Not while Sirius is alive. No way. If only Walburga had taken it out on him. If only she’d done anything else. Anything but hitting Sirius where it hurts, twisting his arm and forcing him to give up the most important thing in his life. Sirius can’t say anything. He’s just staring at Remus. He doesn’t have it in him to continue lying at this point. 

Remus stares back, and his eyes are the most beautiful thing in the universe. He smiles, again. “That’s– it’s okay, Sirius. I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”

Sirius nods. He can’t speak, he can barely breathe. He nods again. 

Remus leaves, and Sirius is alone. But Remus is safe, and that’s what matters, Sirius’ heart be damned.    

[jasmines-library]

hihihhiihhihi!!

can i send in a request for remus lupin x ditzy!reader?

like remus is trying to do his hw for an exam the next day and reader keeps bothering him for attention and he’s just like “no i’m busY for a test tomorrow” and reader is like “well you can study for it some other time tomorrow” n he’s just like “what?”

it’s okay if you don’t understand it lmao

Talk now, Study Later

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Warnings: none! Fluffy

Word Count: 900 (on the short side, im sorry. It's worth it though for the fluff i promise.)

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Remus was busy studying. Or rather trying to. He was hunched over the desk, quill in hand as he read over his notes from class. Slughorn had decided to give all of his classes a test, and it seemed to be taking up all of Remus’ spare time. It felt as though he had been hunched over that little desk for much longer than a few hours as his back began to ache. Still, he made no move to leave as he tried to cram in as much revision as he could. 

You weren’t doing him many favours. You had been watching him from across his room for a while now. You had tried to drag him away from his desk a few times, and each time he responded by telling you that he just needed five more minutes to finish up. At first you had humoured him, but you could see the toll it was taking on him and much more to the point: you missed him. 

“Remuusss.” you whined his name from where you lay on his bed. 

He somewhat hummed in acknowledgement. 

“I’m lonely.” You told him. “Come and sit with me.” You patted the space beside you. 

Remus frowned, sweeping his hair away from his eyes as he continued to write. “I can’t. Dove. I need to study for my test tomorrow.”

You pouted with a sigh, rolling over onto your back to stare up at the canopy. You could still hear the scratching of his quill as the room fell back into silence again. You were half tempted to snatch the quill out of his hand…you had tried that once before. It didn’t end too well on your behalf. It ended with spilt ink and a trip to the house elves to see if they would kindly get the ink out of your shirt. Another few minutes passed of you waiting for your boyfriend, until you finally couldn’t wait any longer. 

Clambering off the bed, you stood behind him sliding your arms over his shoulders and around his neck.You rested your chin on top of his head.  He glanced up at you, craning his head to see you properly.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing” You sang. 

He gave you a look out of the corner of his eye. One that told you that he knew exactly what you were up to. “Y/n.”

“What? Can’t a girl hug her boyfriend anymore? I thought you liked my hugs, Moony?”

“I do-” he sighed, “But I need to study, Dove.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You can study for it tomorrow.”

Remus frowned, his scars and freckles shifting as he made confused lines on his face. “What?”

“Please Rem?” You asked, moving around to face him. You straddled his lap and he gave you an unamused look. Cupping his face in your hands, you smoothed your thumb over his skin, tracing the length of his scar over his cheek and down to his lips. “Take a break.”

You leaned forward onto his chest, burying your face into his neck. He was warm and he smelt faintly of earl grey tea, part of the remnants from the mug he had left to get cold, pine and his favourite chocolates that he always had stashed in his pockets. You closed your eyes, relaxing into him. 

He sighed, leaning into your touch before pressing a kiss to your head. You perked up looking up at him as he dropped his quill, setting it down besides his pages of loose notes. 

“You’re going to be the absolute death of me,” Remus chuckled lowly. “You know that.”

You grinned. “You know you love me.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m not sure I will when I fail this test.”

You pouted, to which he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to them softly. “I’m only messing with you, Dove.”

“I know.” You hummed. “I just wanted you to kiss me.”

“You little minx.” Remus laughed, lacing his arms around your back.

“Only for you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that right?” Remus smirked, trailing a finger along the bridge of your nose as you traced the pattern on his jumper. It was green and hand knitted by a vendor in Hogsmeade. The two of you were passing by when you saw his eyes light up when he saw it. He had considered it for a while, passing the wool between his fingers. It was silky soft with dainty stitches that interlocked with other colours to create rows of shapes. In the end, he had opted not to buy it. But you had seen the way he had sent time pondering over it, so the next day you went back and bought it for him. That night you left it on his bed as a gift alongside some of his favourite chocolates that you had snagged from honeydukes. He put it on straight away, claiming that it was now his favourite sweater. He wore it all the time, and you liked the way that it brought out the different hues in his eyes. That and it smelt like him. Often he would find you wearing it whenever it went missing from his trunk. Not that he ever minded. 

Remus kissed you again. “I love you.”

“Me too, Moony. I love you very much.”

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Prompt 9 - Star Crossed Lovers

@wolfstarmicrofic May 9, word count 311

They’d been written in the stars. Sirius was named after one for Merlin’s sake! It was just a shame that those stars had happened to be crossed. 

Remus had loved Sirius at Hogwarts and after. They’d been so happy in those adolescent years. Blind to what the future would bring. 

He’d loved him for those twelve years he was in Azkaban, even though it killed him a little more each day that he couldn’t stop his feelings for him any more than he could bring Lily, James and Peter back. 

He’d loved him with all his heart those few months they’d found each other again after Sirius’s escape and Voldemort’s return. He’d really thought they’d stood a chance. But those damned fates had other plans. 

He drank to forget now. If he didn’t, all he saw was Sirius falling backwards through that archway in the old execution room below the ministry, his final smile still spread across his face. It made the hole in his chest wider every time he saw it. So he drank and welcomed oblivion. 

He sat on the roof of Grimmauld Place. A spot he and Sirius had spent many evenings over the last year, watching the few stars that London’s light pollution allowed to shine. He raised his eyes to look at them now. 

He found Sirius with very little trouble. Always the brightest star in the sky.  

“Hello, Padfoot.” He smiled a pained smile up at the star. “I miss you,” He choked out as the tears spilled from his eyes and dripped to the ground below. He picked up the bottle of firewhisky from his side and drank and drank and drank, until nothing remained. 

How he didn’t fall from that roof he’d never know. But he stayed there all night until the rising sun winked out Sirius’s star, and he was alone again. 

[silverameco]

Locked in a Room - @wolfstarmicrofic - 718 words

"Sirius. Why the hell did the door just disappear ?"

"Hum. That's actually a great question Moonshine."

In an attempt to flee from Filch, Sirius had led them to the Room of Requirement. It looked quite cosy, with a large, plushy couch and a warm fireplace. It would have been perfect if not for the empty wall where the door had been mere seconds before.

Remus sat on the couch with an annoyed huff. Great, now he was even more angry with him.

"Come on, Moons, look at the bright side. It's basically your dream place. There are books, even."

Sirius was rewarded with a blank stare for his efforts. He was starting to feel his nerves get to him.

"Will you at least tell me what I did ? You've been like this for weeks ! Whatever it is, I'll fix it, I promise. I can't bear it when you're angry with me, Moony. Please, I'm dying over here."

He had let himself fall at the other end of the couch at some point during his rant. Remus was looking at him with wide eyes, seemingly surprised. Like he wasn't the one avoiding him all the time.

"It's not- you didn't do anything. I'm not angry with you."

Sirius had the sudden urge to stomp and demand answers like a child. He loved Remus' mysteries, but sometimes it was so frustating.

"Then what ? I know there's something. I know you."

He got closer to Remus, who raised his knees against his chest with his arms wrapped around them, like a barrier. His eyes were frantically searching Sirius' face.

"I can't tell you. You're going to hate me." he hid his face against his knees.

Sirius got close enough to put his hands on Remus' cheeks and raise his head again.

"Yeah, right. Like you thought I was going to hate you when I discovered you were a werewolf or when you told me you were gay. Haven't you learn Moony ? There's nothing that could ever make me hate you."

He hoped his sincerity was clear. Remus was looking at him with his lips slightly parted and his eyes swimming in emotion. His cheeks wore a light pink tint and his skin was so, so soft under his fingers. Before Sirius could register it happening, he was so close he could count the other's freckles, their foreheads touching.

It seemed only right than the next thing he did was pressing his lips against Remus'. He didn't think about it long enough to convince himself it was a bad idea. He just did it, like it was the only thing that had to be done. When Remus kissed him back, slow and soft, Sirius was pretty sure it was.

It didn't last nearly long enough. When they parted, Remus quickly moved to sit normally on the couch, bringing Sirius with him so he could straddle his lap. Sirius blinked and looked at him with a lopsided smile.

"What is it then ?"

"I love you." he whispered.

Sirius brought his arms around his neck and pressed his smile against his ear.

"I love you too."

They kissed for a long time after this. What started soft and sweet quickly turned hungry and passionate. Sirius was in heaven. He could feel Remus' warmth everywhere. He wanted to stay there forever. How convenient that they couldn't leave anyway.

"Hum, Sirius ?" Remus left his mouth to kiss his neck. "The door is back."

"Oh. But we don't have to leave right now, do we ?" he asked with a wicked smile.

"I suppose we don't." he answered, bringing his lips back to his neck.

When they finally got out, after what felt simultaneously like two decades and two minutes - even though Sirius knew it was probably two hours - Remus asked him what he thought about when he led them to the Room.

"Just that I needed somewhere to talk to you. Not my fault the Room thinks the only way for you to stop being stubborn is to lock you somewhere." he said with a proud smile.

[madefortherain]

hi :3 may i…. may i offer you… new wolfstar fic?? *hides*