#naughty wolfstar

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My PWP has developed quite a lot of plot and instead of the planned sort of 5k it came in at 13k 🙃

Are all ready for some heavily angsty timetravel smut with Remus gone wrong?

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Walk him like a dog

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Prompt 26 - Ribbon

@jegulus-microfic September 26, Word count 285

The welcome-back feast was everything James had been looking forward to. All his Hogwarts favourites were there. Roast chicken, Yorkshire puddings, treacle tart and chocolate éclairs. By the end, all four of them were stuffed, so full even Remus had slowed down to just licking cream off his fingers. James was amused when he saw Sirius staring unabashedly at Remus’s mouth when he sucked on a digit. If those two didn’t figure it out by Christmas, he was going to have to do something about it. His eyes flickered to the Slytherin table, zeroing in on the person he was looking for. 

Regulus was surrounded by his friends, finishing off their puddings. His hair was longer this year, Walburga must not have insisted that he cut it. James looked closer as Regulus turned to scoop another spoonful of trifle into his bowl, and that’s when he saw it. 

It was almost invisible in his dark hair. Regulus had gathered his hair up to keep it out of his face while he ate and tied it up with a black velvet ribbon. From what James could see, it had a silver design woven into it, but he couldn’t quite make it out from where he sat.

He could feel the flush creeping up his face when he thought about how lovely that ribbon would look around Regulus’s wrists later if he could convince the boy to give it to him. He shook his head to rid it of the lewd images forming behind his eyes and threw a profiterole at Sirius, breaking his trance and earning him a handful of sugared almonds to the face. This year was going to be excellent. He just knew it.

[spindrifters]

marginalia -- chapter forty, crowberry

“Take us back,” Remus spits, nearly doubled over on himself like that’s the answer. Like clutching at the roiling of his gut or the burnt out nerves or the familiar pangs shooting down from hip to knee might somehow fix this. Frank offers a hand, concern between the lines of sharp efficiency on his dark face. “Remus…” “Take us back right now,” he barks, ignoring the hand, and he doesn’t care that he’s yelling. Doesn’t care that he’s putting too much weight on his bad leg, or that a note of real panic is managing to creep in at the edge for all to hear. The hand that grasps at the stitch in his side still sparks with the magic that quieted the dark matter of the Caerphilly wards, the same way it still sparks with the sense memory of Sirius’s soft touch against scarred and calloused palms. A rocky crunch heralds Andromeda’s arrival, tiny black braids whipping across her face — darker, maybe, but those same high cheekbones. Those same storm grey eyes, and Remus wants to come undone. He wants to set something on fire. He wants to scream. Sirius. Mum.

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Day 9 of @hpkinktober and it's time for... Omegaverse! It has been my guilty pleasure for a while, because it's simply delicious when it's done right, but I've never been brave enough to try to write it myself. But here we are. Please be nice.

Title: An unexpected beginning Rating: E Pairing: Wolfstar WC: 3,894 Warnings: Omegaverse Summary: Remus Lupin works for an Agency where rich Alphas can hire omegas to help them get through their ruts. One day he gets called to 12 Grimmauld Place and finds himself eye to eye with a certain Sirius Black.

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Teaser below the cut.

Remus double-checks the note before he lifts his gaze to the impressive townhouse in front of him. The house is intimidating, and on this street in north London, it must cost a fortune. There is nothing unusual about that though, most people who go through the agency are wealthy. Hiring an omega during a rut is expensive, and the people who opted for that solution were generally well off.

Remus takes a deep breath as he picks his bag back up before he makes his way up the small pathway to ring the doorbell. It only takes a moment before the door opens, but Remus is surprised to find the hallway empty.

“He can come inside, Kreacher will take him to Master.”

The voice comes from somewhere down low and when Remus looks down he sees a wrinkly house-elf with long ears and a crooked nose blink up at him. The elf motions for him to step inside and Remus finds himself quickly, stepping over the threshold. A house-elf. This guy must be seriously loaded then.

Remus walks behind the creature down the hallway, glancing around. The house is beautifully, and expensively, decorated. Even Remus, with his limited experience, can see that. He never stopped being amazed at how much money some wizarding families apparently have.

Remus has been working for the agency for nearly a year now. Job options are slim for an omega werewolf, but this is something he not only can do but has become quite good at. He has to put his status in his file, of course, but it turned out that for once being a werewolf actually worked in his favour. There are apparently a number of rich Alphas out there willing to pay a premium to fuck a werewolf omega.

“Master’s guest is here,” the house-elf announces after having led Remus down the hall and into a plush looking sitting room which was roughly the same size as Remus’ whole flat.

The house-elf bows deeply before shuffling back into the shadows and Remus takes a deep breath. He forces a smile onto his face, the same he always wears with his clients, and steps forward to greet the man who apparently owns the house.

Fuck.

Remus’ belly does a little flip as he finds himself standing face to face with one of the most gorgeous men he’s ever seen. He is tall, broad over the shoulders, and even though the man is (sadly) fully clothed, Remus can see his muscles flex underneath the fabric. He’s pale with long dark hair, sharp cheekbones and silvery eyes that rake over Remus.

Suddenly Remus feels very self-conscious, and he can’t help but straighten his back slightly. There is a flicker of something over the man’s eyes, approval maybe, and Remus immediately feels a flash of pride in his chest. The man has seen a photo of him, has received all of his measurements from the agency, but Remus has learnt the hard way that this was never a guarantee.

“Welcome, I’m Sirius,” the man says, holding his hand out and when Remus takes it his belly does another swoop at Sirius’ firm grip.

“I’m Remus,” he replies, wondering if Sirius picks up on the little quiver over the words but Merlin’s beard, this man is gorgeous and Remus just can’t help it.

There’s a little tension over the man’s (Sirius’) shoulders, and he looks a little fidgety as he crosses his arms over his chest and then releases them again. It’s the rut approaching, Remus can sense it, smell it, and he feels something sizzle through his body. Sirius is watching him, a sharpness to his gaze that Remus recognises only too well.

“I’ve prepared a room for you,” the man says, and his voice does something wonderful to Remus’ insides. “Kreacher can take you upstairs and you can get settled. I’ll be down here when you’re done.”

“Uh, okay,” Remus says, swallowing, and then the house-elf is there again, prying Remus’ bag from his hands.

“He can follow Kreacher,” the house-elf croaks and Remus sees no other option than to follow him back out the room and up the stairs from the hallway.

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[ellecdc]

Nsfw!

Moonwater is a bit new pairing for me and i love it too much but i always wonder how the dynamic are in the bedroom, i really dont think both men are anything other than rough.

I mean when needed the boys would be gentle but most of the time i dont think so? Remus, maybe? could be gentler but during full moon he’s an animal but regulus tho, i dont see him as the gentle type.

What do you think?

oooou ok ok I like it, I like it; let's discuss below

CW: discussing sex and dynamics, NSFW, mdni 18+

So, this first part is going to be my own personal opinion based off of who I am as a person, and my views may not be shared within the fandom. I personally struggle with super abrasive dom/sub dynamics where a male character is very overbearing, controlling, etc. THAT DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T LIKE ANY DOM/SUB DYNAMICS, just that fics where a male character is being super aggressive and demeaning and such really aren't my vibe, if that makes sense?

I personally struggle imagining our sweet, sad boy Remus as being super mean in bed? Doesn't mean I don't think he's in charge, especially in poly!scenarios because when there's that many people in bed, someone has to run the show lol, but I don't see him as super bossy and assertive.

Now, keeping in mind that this is my interpretation on a character who literally doesn't exist (which is so sad wtf), my version of 'dom!remus' looks more like a very assured, confident guy in bed; he knows what he's doing, he's good at it, and he knows how to get everyone where they're trying to go (i.e., orgasm city, obviously). He takes care of everyone in bed, and (in the case of poly!marauders or poly!wolfstar) he certainly redirects anyone's naughty (bratty) behaviour (read: sirius), but I think he'd also be super communicative and understanding that it's a dance, not a battle which adds to his assuredness and confidence in bed because people feel safe with him - they know that he knows what he's doing and can let go because they trust him with their safety and their pleasure - and he's in bed with his partner's, not his adversaries.

I've often imagined his love language (how he shows love) to be acts of service and physical touch, which I think goes hand in hand with how he is in bed; when he's in a relationship with these ships, he's making love, not just fucking

HOWEVER.....

I think you're right...some things definitely change around the full moon. I think leading up to the moon (depending on if it was a manic moon or if he was moonsick) there'd be a very noticeable change in him. For manic moons - he'd be a little more desperate, a little rougher (while still being our sweet guy as mentioned above lol), and I think there would be way more sex. He'd be insatiable and obsessed with you; "come on dovey, one more for me, yeah? you're so good, so good for me; i know you can do one more". Good luck trying to pry him from between your legs.

if he was riddled with moonsickness (immediately after every moon or leading up to a bad moon where he is sore and such), i think he might be a bit of a switch? He'd want to be held and cherished and taken care of - he'd nearly cry in awe every time you got on your knees to give him a lazy, gentle blowjob, or if you were in the mood, he'd lay back and let you ride him (he actually loved it - thought you looked beautiful up there)

Now for Regulus lolololololol

No one who grew up in the dynamics Regulus did is vanilla in bed, I'm sorry. (and I come from a place of authority in this - I relate a little too well to Sirius [though not as violent, obviously]). Honestly? I could see Regulus being mean. And not in a super demeaning way that makes you feel small or embarrassed (again, this is my preference), but he takes pleasure in surprising you by suddenly flipping you over and taking you from a different angle. By suddenly and without warning changing the rhythm of his thrusts from soft and slow to deep and punishing. He'd love marking you up - possessive af and making sure everyone and anyone knew that not only were you taken, but you were his. In the same vain, I picture him as a bit of a sadist/masochist but again, not in a super violent or demeaning way. He'd like for the fuck to be a little rough, a little hard; he loves the mixture of pleasure and pain - wants to be bit so hard he bleeds and wouldn't mind doing the same to you if you asked for it. I also think he'd be willing to try a lot of new things in bed, and some of his favourite sex is when you fuck him with a strap [if you're fem or afab].

Together?

I think Rem is still in charge - again, he's confident and assured in the bedroom and everyone trusts his authority and trusts him to keep them safe and satisfied. He would keep Reg from getting too rough or going too hard and would constantly check in to make sure you were still good with everything going on. He'd also be able to satiate any need in Reg regarding his masochistic tendencies. I believe Reg would bottom in the dynamic, but again, I think sometimes depending on the moon and how Rem is feeling mentally - he'd experiment more fluidly with Reg.

I've also mentioned before that I believe Purebloods have a breeding kink and with Remus' animalistic side due to his lycanthropy, that he would too. So I think there would be a lot of using cum as lube, taking turns filling you up with their cum, maybe some snowballing??? jesus christ I'm a sick fuck lmfao. anything to do with cum would send those boys spiralling, "no no babygirl, don't waste it" Rem would coo as he used his fingers to push cum back into your hole. or "whose do you want next, amour? Mine or Rem's?"

And I think you're right, when the time called for it, these boys would be so fucking good at making you feel nothing short of fucking worshipped. The soft, hungry gazes, the lingering and soothing touches, the praises falling from their lips as they gave you everything they got. I'd cry I think; they'd reduce me to tears for sure.

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.3 K Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence. (Reader discretion is advised). Prompt: It's the night of the prank This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 28: If You Want BIood (You’ve Got It)

You were walking through the dark halls, wand raised with a lumus charm so you could see better. You already knew the path you had to follow, it was almost exactly the same one that you used to get to the fireworms but a little further and then 3 lefts and 2 rights. 

You wouldn’t say you’d pride yourself on your sense of direction, you had gotten lost in the castle more than once, but you had been in the passageways so often, and you had explored them and gotten lost in them just as many times. You had already taken three lefts and were about to take a right when Sirius appeared in front of you. 

“Oh hey–“ You started, but were cut off by the way he scooped you into his arms, hugging you tightly, he leaned his head on the crook of your neck. 

“Missed you,” he whispered into your hair. 

You frowned, what’s gotten into him? “I saw you in the morning.” 

“But you sat far away,” he whined. You frowned but finally hugged him back. It’s not that you didn’t like when Sirius was clingy, in fact, you loved it. But most of the time he got clingy it was because something was up. 

Could it be because of your wound? But he had known about it for a week, and he hadn’t been this clingy earlier. In fact, he’d been a lot more concerned and serious about it. Yeah worried, and definitely a little touchy when you fell asleep on his bed, but not clingy. You noticed he was still nozzled in your neck after a couple of minutes, and felt how he took a deep breath “Are you smelling me?” you asked in disbelief, a teasing smile slowly creeping up your mouth. 

He pulled away, a sly little smile on his lip. Am I really the one that’s a fox? You wondered as his smile widened to a grin, “Got a problem with it trésor?” 

You almost rolled your eyes, you had let it slip that you liked it when he spoke French to you and he was making a conscious effort to fluster you about it whenever he had the chance. “Non, mon coquin,” you replied with a little smirk. 

He gasped “Take that back!” 

“Is it not accurate?” you teased again.

“Oi! I swear if you–“ 

“Everything all right?” You heard Remus’ conciliating voice from behind. 

“She called me coquin!” Sirius complained with a pout. Looking an awful lot like a small child. 

He looks adorable, both you and Remus thought. 

“So?” Remus asked, he did not speak much French. 

You giggled and placed your hand on his shoulder, he leaned towards you “It means rascal, naughty or… mischief.”

Remus nodded and turned back to Sirius. “I’d say it’s accurate,” he said with a shrug. 

You covered your mouth with your hands and attempted to hold back a laugh. “Moony!” Sirius complained, “don’t back her up! I was trying to be cute-“ 

You shook your head, “–he was trying to fluster me.” 

Remus wasn’t sure what he was doing in the middle of such a silly discussion, but since both you and Sirius looked absolutely adorable, he wasn’t sure he cared too much “How come?” 

“I called her trésor.” Remus looked at him expectantly. “It means treasure,” Sirius clarified. 

Well, that one’s accurate as well, he thought before he spoke again “Well you’re both mo chailleachan àlainn.” He placed both arms over your and Sirius’ shoulders and prompted you to continue your way.

“Hold up! You’re back at it with the Gaelic?” 

“That was Gaelic?” Sirius asked, “No wonder I understood shit.” 

Remus shrugged and then with a cheeky little smile responded “You understood it perfectly then.” 

Sirius gasped again, turning to Remus just a little, “You wouldn’t dare!” 

“Wouldn’t I?” He asked again, pulling Sirius’ shoulder so he would turn back to the front. You just laughed. 

“Yeah chachan àlain,” you mocked. Remus laughed at your miserable attempt to speak Gaelic.

“If I’m a chaillchan àlainn so are you!” Sirius argued. “He said it to the both of us.” 

Remus sniggered “Indeed, you’re both my chailleachan àlainn,” the way the words rolled off his tongue made it sound as sexy as Sirius’ french. 

You elbowed him, and he played hurt. But his fun lasted until the three of you fell into a comfortable silence and his mind started to wonder. Reprimanding himself for calling you what he had, had either of them actually understood, he thought. Of course, Remus knew neither spoke Gaelic, but sometimes words were similar and both you and Sirius spoke like 5 different languages in between each other. He had been stupid. 

And more stupid than that, he was just casually hugging the two of you as you walked, not that either seemed to mind. Sirius had a bit of a frown but that was because he thought he’d been called a “shit”, you on the other hand, had a diverted look on your face as you leaned slightly into Remus’ shoulder, clearly pleased over the fact that he had sided with you. But he felt too content, too joyful, it felt –even if it was just for a second– like he could have the two of you, and that you’d be happy to have him as well. 

He felt like it was the Halloween Party all over again and you both had your hands all over him, no restrictions attached, the three of you high to the heavens with that euphoric potion. Yes, it was delightful, but at the same time, it was torment. Torment because he knew he couldn’t just give in to his delusional fantasies, torment because he knew there was a limit to how close he could be to the two of you before either noticed, torment because his mind kept telling him to get away. Still, his body refused, refused to let go, refused to stop feeling your warmth. And he had been the one to place himself in that situation this time around.  Perhaps, it was he who was the cailleachan in the end. 

Either way, he didn’t step away, he knew it would be more suspicious if he did, so he kept his arms around yours and Sirius’ shoulders, careful not to touch the section he had scratched. 

“Took you long enough,” the three of you heard Prongs’ voice once you arrived at the meeting point. 

“They were having a domestic fight.” 

You gasped at that, “It was a small quarrel.” 

“No, it wasn’t! You called me a–“

“But you are a…“ 

“–Guys?” you heard Peter’s voice rise a little as he tried to gather everyone’s attention, interrupting the two of you “Can we discuss your quarrels later on? We don’t have all night.” 

“It wasn’t a quarrel,” Sirius muttered to himself. Remus had already stepped away from the two as he went to talk to James and you closed the gap between you and your boyfriend, extending your hand to chase his.

 “Hey mischief?” you said, trying to get his attention. He gave you a side look. You leaned your head on his shoulder. “You did hear what I said, right?” He turned his head to you, eyebrows raised like, telling you with his face that he most definitely had, “Yeah, but did you really listen?” 

“Yes, it was very clear when you called me coquin.” 

You shook your head and leaned into him, to be able to whisper in his ear “I called you mon coquin.” 

He turned to you with agape, a silent scoff rolling off his pretty lips. “Oh, so now you’re claiming ownership over me,” he teased, a smile plastered on his face. 

“Well, if the shoe fits…” you replied, mirroring his smile. 

He pulled you closer to him, brushing his lips against your earlobe before he spoke “Est-ce que ça fait de toi mon trésor?” 

Your mouth went dry and you shivered, bIood rushing through your cheeks so fast you weren’t sure you’d be able to play it cool afterwards. Regardless you tried, leaning in closer to his own ear and actually biting his earlobe before speaking again. “Je peux être tout ce que tu veux que je sois…” 

“Love puppies, time to focus, please,” James said when he noticed the way Sirius’ eyes had shone. He may or may not have been afraid of what the two of you would have done if he hadn’t stopped you.

You turned to James with a smile and nodded. Remus had averted his gaze, your back was to him, so you didn’t notice, but Sirius did, and he almost felt a pang in his chest when he realised Remus’ slightly bitter reaction. Well, he had felt the pang, but he pretended like he hadn’t. It made no sense for it to be there. You were his girlfriend and Remus was just Remus. Same Remus he’d always been, except that he wasn’t making him feel the same way he always had. His hand settled on your back as the two of you walked closer to Peter, who had the map in a hold. 

“So, I’ll get in first and eavesdrop on the password. That way we know what it is. Then the four of you will get in through the door with the cloak on.”

“We won’t fit,” Remus said, remembering how close he had stood to Sirius in the library the previous night. 

“Yeah, we thought about that yesterday while you were making the potions,” James spoke and then turned to you “You’re gonna have to turn into Vixen and let us carry you.” 

You looked at James for a second, blinking as you processed the information, and then shrugged. “Okay, just be careful when you pick me up.” 

James nodded in response, and Peter continued speaking. “Great, once we’re in, we’ll just sneak into their dorms and we’ll help you and Remus with the hex bags.” 

“We’re not going to get anyone that’s not on the list,” you said as you looked at them, it was something between a question and a statement. You just wanted them to confirm it. Everyone nodded, except for Sirius, who looked a bit vexed. You threw him a look. “I have friends in Slytherin, you have friends in Slytherin. We can’t punish them all just because of a few assholes are in the same house.” 

“They’ve been messing with you since you got here, Starshine.” 

“Yes!” you agreed. “A small little group of them have. Not every single one.” 

He looked to the side but eventually nodded , “Fine then. Just them.” 

“Such a good boy,” Peter teased, in the same tone you’d use for a dog and Sirius almost hexed him. Which just had you all laugh. 

“Everyone’s against me tonight,” he complained. 

“I’m not,” James said as he placed an arm over Sirius, you gave Remus a diverted little smile, and he returned it with a bit of a shrug. “You’re our best boy after all,” James said, using the same tone Peter had used earlier, and making the rest of you laugh. 

Sirius looked at James shocked, like he had been betrayed by his friend. He then removed James’ arm from his shoulders and lagged behind until he was beside you, you leaned towards him a little. “It’s all right Puppy, I’ll make it up to you later.” 

He gave you a coquettish little smirk, “You promise?” 

You almost rolled your eyes at his lightning-fast change of behaviour, he had never even been actually upset, but decided to humour him instead “Oui, mon amour.” 

“I understood that!” James said teasingly. 

You just chuckled, “As if it were a secret.”

Sirius’s smile widened. Yes, that was right, he was your love.

Once you reached the end of the passage, just a few metres away from the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room Peter shrunk into Wormtail and disappeared through the door. You looked at him go, still fascinated by how the animgus transformation was so seamless. Yes, you were one yourself, but it’s not like you’d ever seen yourself transform. It had never even occurred to you that the process would be so interesting. 

And you were also thinking of how different it was to Remus’ transformation. His was painful, at least you assumed that it was since it had seemed pretty bad when he transformed back in the shack. You still remembered the way he’d yelped and bawled as his skin ripped and gave away to the wolf. The memory caused a shiver to run down your spine. 

“You cold?” you heard Remus whisper after he leaned towards you. You all had to be a lot more quiet now that you were close to the Slytherin common room. But the three of you had sat down in the hallway. You were on one side, with Sirius and Remus on each of your side, and James was in front of the three of you, Sirius had been leaning towards the front to be able to talk to him. 

“Me?” you asked as you turned to Rem. “No, no. It was more of a… It was just… nervousness,” you lied in the end. 

“You’re nervous?” he asked with a bit of a frown, emphasising the “you” as if he didn’t believe it was possible.

“Well, I’ve never sneaked into someone else's dorms to cause havoc,” you argued, digging yourself deeper into your lie. “It’s only natural that I would-“ 

He shook his head, “That’s not it. I know you, Miss Let’s Add The 100-year-old Veom Instead.” 

Sometimes it was annoying how well Remus could read you. You sighed, “well, I’m not nervous, but I’m not cold either. Let’s leave it at that?” He tilted his head to the side as if analysing the situation before nodding, you pulled your feet towards your chest and rested your head over your knees. “You think he’ll take much longer?” 

“He has to wait for most of them to be asleep. We can’t risk the door opening up and having no one get in.”

“We should have just gotten Slytherin ties and walked inside like we were part of them…” you huffed. 

Remus chuckled “As if the entire school didn’t already know the faces and names of three of the Gryffindor Quidditch Players.” 

“Polyjuice potion?” 

“And you just have that one around?” 

“Well, we made a pretty good one with Slughorn at the beginning of the year...”

“Maybe we should have kept some of it in a vase before handing it over.”  

“I did,” you said casually. 

Remus looked eyebrows shot upwards as he looked at you, trying to decide if you were joking or not, “You did?!?” 

You nodded, “it’s safe and sound on my trunk, in case we ever need it.” 

Remus had opened his mouth to speak again when you saw Wormtail returning through the small hole in the wall. He quickly turned, he was still crouching when he turned back, his teeth slowly shrinking to their normal size, which was already a little big for his face. 

“It’s emerald enigma,” he whispered, loud enough for the four of you to listen.

You raised your eyebrow, “emerald enigma? really?!?”

“Slytherins aren’t ever particularly clever with their passwords,” James said. 

“Once upon a time it was clever schemes,” Sirius said as he turned to you.

You looked at him even more shocked and  Remus nodded beside the two of you. 

“Time to go then,” James said. Peter was a rat in seconds, and then it was your turn. Just seconds afterwards, you had already turned into your own animagus form and walked towards Sirius’ lap. It’s not that you were certain he’d be the one carrying you, but it made sense. 

“Hey Kit,” he said softly as he allowed you to climb over one of his legs and then wrapped his hand under your belly, picking you up as he stood, and then placing his other arm underneath so you felt more secure. You leaned your head on his chest and paid attention to the reaction of the boys. Remus was wrapping the cloak around James and Sirius, while James had leaned closer to you and was staring at you from the side. 

James had never seen a fox up close, well he had seen you back at the full moon but it wasn’t the same thing. He seemed genuinely interested, but when he extended his hand to touch you, Sirius pulled back protectively, accidentally crashing into Remus. “Oi!” James complained as he stared. 

“She’s still hurt,” Sirius said defensively. 

“But she likes to be rubbed behind the ear,” offered Remus. 

Sirius nodded, the fact that Remus knew, or how he knew, didn’t even cross his mind. James looked directly at you “May I?” 

You didn’t hiss, or emit any other protest sound, so he leaned his hand again, staring at Sirius for permission. Your boyfriend nodded, a little apprehensive still and James pressed his hand onto your head. He was soft, like he was with cats, but then he scratched you the same way Padfoot liked being scratched and all of your hair stood on end. 

Involuntarily you turned your head towards him and opened your mouth to bite, your snout was already around his wrist when you realised what you were doing and pulled back, being helped by Sirius who also pulled you back. You looked at James and he had an apologetic look in his face, you too looked like you were sorry for trying to bite him. 

“Sorry,” the boy whispered, you nodded and that was that. James did not try to pet you again, at least not for a while, he’d seen how sharp your teeth were. 

Remus finished arranging the cloak around the three of them Sirius and you had ended up in the middle, James and Remus on each side, they were all standing pretty close to each other as the three walked outside of the hideout and towards the dungeons. You saw the potions classroom,  the boys passed by it as you stared around carefully, as a fox your senses were a lot better than theirs, except perhaps for Remus’ so you kept a close eye on the boy in case either you or him, heard something that would require you to warn them about something. 

Eventually, you reached the bare wall that would lead you to the Slytherin Dorms, you felt excitement piling up in the form of a knot in your stomach. You’d wanted to see their dorm for a while now. You had already seen the Ravenclaw and yours, obviously, and for some reason, the goal to sneak into all the different common rooms prowled into your head.

“Emerald Enigma,” James whispered towards the door and slowly the bricks from the wall started moving and opening into a relatively long passageway. The four of you stared ahead, paying close attention to the way the bricks moved and stepped forward as soon as they could comfortably fit through the door. The passageway opened into a rather long room, the ceiling was clearly very high above you, making the place feel almost nothing like the dungeons. In fact, you’d go as far as to say that it felt more like a palace since it was rather regal. The windows were looking straight to the black lake, with a few water creatures passing swiftly through them every now and then, it looked rather peaceful, which you wouldn’t have ever imagined the dungeons to be. 

The boys, who had to actually pay attention to where they were going, and who clearly had been there before, weren’t as awed as you were, in fact, they looked a lot more on edge, as they were checking all around the common room to make sure it was empty. Still, Remus and James continued to hold the cloak tightly, to make sure it wouldn’t fall, tumble or get caught into something. 

Once they were sure it was mostly empty, Remus removed the cloak from atop of you, and Sirius laid you gently on the ground. You turned back in a matter of seconds. “The boy’s dorms are to the left,” Sirius informed. “Barty’s number 15, he’s with Regulus.” 

“Evan, Snape and Mulciber are on the 24th,” you said. Sirius turned to you with a frown, as if asking how you knew, you shrugged, “I got it from Minho.” 

Sirius’ frown deepened “You asked him?” 

“Of course I didn’t straight up ask him, It’d be too suspicious, although I’m sure Minho wouldn’t rat us out.” On purpose, you thought, after all, he had been the reason you concluded Remus was probably bi, or maybe pan. 

“So how?” 

“A magician never reveals her secrets,” you said with a sly smile. It really hadn’t been a particularly smart conversation that you’d had. You just mentioned that Mary was telling you about the power of numbers and that she thought our room numbers had significance. It was partially true, at least she did talk to you about the power of numbers, after divination a couple of weeks ago. You then told Minho your room number and the boys and he started sharing all of the Slytherin ones you knew.

He hummed in response, “Fine then, we split.” 

“That’s the worst idea ever.” 

“No, it’d be faster,” James added. 

“You’ve never seen a horror movie, have you?” 

Remus smiled, he understood exactly what you were referring to, and then leaned a little closer to you. “Don’t worry, you’re already hanging out with the most dangerous monster in the castle,” he joked. 

You turned to him, almost a little surprised by his statement, “Who knows, maybe there are vampires hidden somewhere, or acromantulas, or basilisks, or magical armours that want to cut you in half.” 

“You need to tone it down with the fantasy books Vixen,” James said with a teasing smile, “you and Sirius go to Barty’s. We’ll go to Snivellus', Peter, look out. Deal?” 

You huffed, but nodded, “Keep the cloak,” you said before casting a disillusionment over yourself and Sirius. Remus, who had heard from Sirius how good your charm was, was still somewhat shocked by it. It really was almost as good as James' invisibility cloak, unless he paid really, really close attention. 

“Damn she’s–“ 

“Really fucking good, I know!” Sirius finished. You handed a small bag to Remus, who took it as it slowly became visible. 

“I’ve kept what I’ll need, use the rest,” you told him, and finally split ways. You and Sirius moved to Barty’s room.  

“Alohomora,” he whispered, along with a silencing charm so the door wouldn’t creak. Four boys were soundly sleeping on each of their beds. The first one you spotted was someone you instantly recognized and you gasped, covering your mouth when you realised you had been a bit too loud. 

Sirius threw you a look and walked closer, “It’s Nox,” you whispered, the muffliato you had used earlier helping you be as stealthy as possible, “from the reading club, didn’t know he was Barty’s roommate. He hangs out with Neil and Todd most of the time.” 

It’s not like Srius didn’t know you had friends other than your friend group, but it was sometimes weird that you knew people in the castle he barely even recognized. “Want me to add a ward around him?” 

You thought about it for a second, and nodded “We really should,” you said “I don’t want the prank to affect him…” 

“What about the rest?” 

You turned around, there was a silver-blond haired boy who you didn’t actually recognize, Sirius leaned closer to you and pointed at the boy, “Solacis Gaunt, he’s close to Reg and Barty,” he said as he pointed. 

“Gaunt as in…?” You turned to him, in disbelief.

“Yeah…” 

You bit your lip, even if this Solacis was friends with Barty and his group, he hadn’t been there that night, and you had no idea how he would have reacted, and regarding his last name, well you refused to believe that was any sign of people’s character. After all, you being who you were and Sirius being who he was, had never actually altered your actual selves… What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, you remembered. “We’ll ward him too.” 

“And Regulus?” he asked, you could see the apprehension in his voice. You turned to the boy, last time you saw him he had tried to approach you in a friendly manner and you’d blown him off. Being asleep he looked so unguarded, so little preoccupied as his chest rose up and down, you almost felt bad for the way you had treated him. But then you remembered what he had done and the anger boiled back up to your chest. He had knowingly betrayed you and Sirius, all those lost years… 

You had two hex bags, you could easily slip one under his pillow as well, have him suffer the fright of his life, bring him down to desperate cries, overpowered, helpless. But Regulus had stayed on the sidelines, he had tried to stay out of your way since that time at the race when you basically told him to piss off. It was like he had been trying to make you less uncomfortable, even if it pained him, not that you knew. But you did notice that you saw him around a lot less, he avoided you, and even if he did stare at you and Sirius from the sidelines, he never even dared to accidentally cross paths. That you had noticed. 

And laying there, his head resting on his pillow, his hair pulled back revealing his delicate features, he looked every bit a Black, every bit like his brother. You took a deep breath, it was in his graceful nose, in his long dark lashes, in his thin, pinky lips. All of those features that drew you to Sirius, the things that made your boyfriend as beguiling as a Siren’s call. They really are brothers, you thought. And how? How would you be able to hurt him? What he did had been years ago, and he had been a kid too, pressured by his parents. It’s not that you wanted to be friends again, but you didn’t want to cause him sorrow either. “He’ll too be warded off.” 

Sirius frowned, “But after what…” 

You turned to him, your dark expression clearly telling him you knew exactly what he had done, even if he could barely see it due to your spell. “He was not there that night. He didn’t do this to me,” you said, pointing to your wound, “this isn’t about some old grudge we have against him, this about Monday. This about what happened that night and the people that allowed this bastard to do it,” you said, giving Crouch a short glance “And Sirius, he is your brother.” 

He swallowed, “He’s a Black.” Every bit a Black, you recalled your earlier thought. You also wondered how such a messed up gene pool could make such beautiful children. 

“You are one too,” you whispered as you walked closer, “and I still, I lo- like you very much. Every bit of you,” you added in the end and pressed a few kisses to his face for good measure, perhaps he would have missed the slip of your tongue. Not that you didn’t mean it, but you wouldn’t expect Sirius to comprehend it, you’d barely been dating for a few months. “You’re still my Puppy, no matter what last name you have.” 

Sirius gave you one long look and smiled when you kissed his nose, placing both hands around your face to bring your lips to his, he had heard the slip of your tongue, and it only made him want to kiss you even more. When you finally separated for air, he was the first one to speak. “I’m gonna have to kiss you again if you keep it up with the sappy stuff,” he joked. 

You raised your eyebrows at that and then placed your finger over his lips, “You have a terrible habit of kissing me in the middle of stealth missions.” 

“What do you mean I have the– You’re literally the one that starts it!” he added with an accusing finger.  

“Yeah but you always kiss back,” you shrugged. 

He gave you a diverted look as he bit his lip, and leaned in again, you leaned in as well, but he stopped right before your lips crashed against each other and smirked, “yeah, I’m not the only one who’s eager to kiss back.” You pushed his chest playfully as you narrowed your eyes at him, and then you heard Nox stir on his bed. The two of you leaned down and gave each other a look. 

Both realising how stupid you had been by flirting –and making out– in the middle of the room where you were supposed to place the hex bags. You gave each other a look and almost chuckled. If Remus had been here, we would have stopped us, you thought, he’s the most reasonable of this bunch. And perhaps Remus would have, but only because he wasn’t able to join you. 

When Nox finally stopped, you took a deep breath and both stood again. “Warding, I’ll place this.” 

Sirius nodded and the two of you started with your tasks. You walked to Barty’s bed and smirked when you realised how easy this would be. You took a deep breath and leaned over the boy. Asleep, he didn’t look as wicked as he did on a daily basis. There was no sneer on his face and he almost looked peaceful. Not for long, you thought as you bit your lip to stop yourself from chuckling. You took a deep breath and raised his pillow slightly, placing the hex bag in its place. Then you looked at the leftover bag and decided to place it under his pillow as well. You shrugged, the more the merrier. 

He instantly stirred on the bed, a small frown appearing on his face as his breath quickened. Let's see how you liked being scared, you thought and turned to Sirius. He was just finishing with his castings. He gave you a questioning look and you nodded, the two of you slid out of the bedroom as soon as possible. As you got out you spotted James and Remus just below the stairs, giving you questioning looks. 

“What the hell took you so long?” James asked, “I thought there was only Barty there.” 

“We had a bit of a pitfall, but we did it.” Sirius responded. 

Yeah, making out is definitely a pitfall, you thought. 

“We’re ready to go then?” Peter asked, he looked rather nervous.

Remus nodded, “We just have to make sure Jackdaw does his…” 

At that moment, from all the different walls, ghosts started sliding in, you smiled, Richie had actually convinced them. He approached your group with a smile, “You owe them some rotten meat,” he informed. 

“Rotten meat, that’s all it took? Should’ve told me sooner, I’ll take you all the rotten food you want,” you replied. He gave you a wink and flew towards the rest of the ghosts.  Sirius frowned at the flirty wink from Jackdaw but didn’t say a thing. 

“Job’s done kiddos,” James said, and Remus pulled the cloak out. All of you stifled inside and walked together until you were away from prying eyes. You all knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to turn into your animagus in front of the ghosts. The muggle saying “silent as the dеad” couldn’t be further from the truth. 

Once you were in the hall that led to the inside of the common room, and that both Moony and Prongs made sure there was no one watching, you and Peter turned at once. Sirius picked you up and held you in his arms, while Moony adjusted the cloak to make sure it was covering everyone up and finally, you left the common room. 

That’s where things went south. Just as the bricks opened themselves again someone was walking inside. The three boys took a step to the side as Slughorn walked in. The three leaned against the wall, Sirius carefully squeezed you, or Vixen, against his chest, so you occupied as little space as possible. You noticed Peter trying to distract Slughorn by walking near his feet, but he still seemed focused on walking in, the first thing he noticed was the ghosts making their own little mess, the main distraction. 

Thankfully the headless hunt was not about to be deterred by one teacher, and they continued with their task as Slughorn called for help. This wasn’t meant to be now, it should’ve been later. You turned to look at the boys, they all had apprehensive stares, you could practically smell their stress as they finally unglued their backs from the wall and started walking towards the hallway. Once in the dungeons, and away from the havoc you had caused, you thought you were safe. And perhaps you would’ve been, had Evan not been coming back from the infirmary so late. 

He pretty much bumped into the invisible wall that was your three friends, and all would have been fine, except for the fact that he straight-up stepped on James’ feet and he grunted in response.

“Potter?” Evan asked, instantly recognizing his voice. 

Fuck. 

Evan extended his hand to grab onto the front but the boys pulled back just in time. Regardless, Evan didn’t relent, “Potter I know it’s you. Either you come the fuck out or I’ll hex your stupid rat,” he said, pulling a screeching Peter out of his pocket. James swallowed and gave each Sirius and Remus a look; you tried to jump down from Sirius’s grasp, perhaps you could distract Evan by biting him while Peter escaped, but Sirius tightened his hold as you tried to squirm away. He knew what you were thinking, but he also knew Evan could just kick you out of the way, and he was not going to risk you being hurt by his hands again. 

Evan pointed his long and thin wand towards Wormtail and you felt everyone tense even more. “Come on Jamesie, you wouldn’t allow me to kill your stupid rat, would you?” he added. “How much damage do you think a confringo like the one your stupid little friend used on me earlier today would cause? Hmmm… Perhaps I could use him as target practice…” Evan tilted his head, “No?” he asked again, “well then,” he added and adjusted his wand in his hand. Peter shrieked again, “We’ll see if your stupid rat ends up better or worse than your friend after the Shrieking Shack.” 

To your surprise, it wasn’t James who jumped to protect Peter, but it was Sirius. He handed you over to James who barely managed to react and grab you before he left the cloak and planted his fist on Evan’s face. Peter fell from his hands and shrieked as his face crashed onto the floor just before running off. 

Evan staggered back, reeling from the sheer force of Sirius’ punch but he retaliated, shoving Sirius with eager ferocity as if he had been longing for a challenge. One where he actually won. Evan was much taller and broader than Sirius, and you squirmed in James’ arms yearning to intervene but he held you firmly, casting down an impatient glance before turning his attention back to the boys. 

Evan managed to land a solid on Sirius’ jaw, but the longer-haired boy didn’t even flinch, instead he used the momentum and the loss of balance from Evan to throw himself towards his opponent, effectively managing to throw the blonde on the ground. You winced as Evan turned the two of them around and started hitting Sirius’ defenceless face. 

In response to the escalating violence, James panicked –handing you over to Remus who cradled you with a lot more consideration– and he too left the cloak, leaving only you and the werewolf inside. However, Sirius had already managed to turn things around, he had started to punch Evan repeatedly in the face. James lunged forward to intervene, but he got accidentally elbowed by Sirius, who, swivelling in concern, was met with another punch from Evan. 

When you figured James wouldn’t be able to stop them, you started squirming again, a lot more intensely now but Remus’ hold didn’t budge. So instead you turned back, which surprised the boy only for a second as you ended up pretty much shoved against him. You were just about to leave the cloak too when you heard a voice.

“STOOOP!”  Slughorn roared. 

After looking at the man using his wand to pull Sirius and Evan apart, you were ready to jump out, but Remus’ strong arms tightened around you, not letting you out. You weren’t sure if it had been intentional or not, but somehow he hadn’t touched your wound while he did.

“Remus what–“ You started to complain, but he placed his hand over your mouth and started dragging you back and away from the upheaval. 

You tried to fight it, but it was useless. Remus was much more stronger than you, once you were far away enough he whispered, “It’s okay, they’re okay.” You frowned, he must have felt how tense you were, because he continued talking, voice a lot more soothing now, “if I had let you out there, you would have achieved nothing other than getting punished along with them.”

You knew he was right, and yet that didn’t reduce the urge you had to bite him for talking your agency away. You jerked your shoulders in response, still angry, feeling a sharp pain in your arm that should have calmed you down, but Evan being such an ass to Peter had made you angry enough. Hitting your boyfriend in the face? You were actually considering hexing him again, intentionally this time around. You took a deep breath, you felt Remus’ hand brushing up and down over your good arm, still attempting to relieve your anger… And as much as you hated to admit it, it was distractingly relaxing. 

You tried to shake him off one last time before completely relaxing into his arms. He leaned in closer to whisper again, “Remember I was telling you about not getting caught?” He asked. And waited for you to answer. His hand was still over your mouth, you raised your eyebrows at him. He gave you a look, not moving his hand away. And eventually, you just nodded. He was smart, he knew you well too, you could have screamed, you could still see Slughorn talking to Evan and the boys from where you stood. 

You could have also bit him, force him to remove his hand from your face, but you had no intention of hurting Remus. Perhaps you didn’t want to get punished along them either, the more you thought about it, the more sense it made to try and stay in the sidelines and make sure the prank was completed, even if Prongs and Pads had gotten caught. 

“Well, this is one of those moments in which staying behind, and in the quiet is best,” he said softly, vocalising your own thoughts. “James and Sirius are going to get detention regardless of whether you intervene or not. Trust me, I too wanted to punch Evan in the face after he said that about the Shrieking Shack but I knew it was best to hold back. I don’t think he would’ve hurt Peter.” 

You wondered if Remus had seen or heard about the way his hands had dug into your skin that day in the Forbidden Forest, about the bruises Sirius later covered up with his kisses. Even then, some of the marks still fading in your skin, you didn’t think Evan would actually hurt Peter either, in fact, you weren’t even sure he had hurt you on purpose. That’s not something you would’ve said of Barty, he was completely unhinged. 

Remus was still holding you flush against his body when he took a deep breath. He had felt how much more relaxed you were now, somehow his voice and his touch had gotten you to calm down. 

He shouldn’t have been surprised, it wasn’t the first time it happened, but you had been so much more rilled up this time than back when the boys threw you and Sirius from your brooms that he wasn’t even sure if you’d forgive him for stopping you. 

“I’m gonna take my hand away from your mouth, okay?” You nodded again, he did, and rested his forehead on your shoulder, sighing when he realised you really weren’t going to scream. “I’m sorry,” he added then, “shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.” 

“It’s okay,” you said quietly, “I don’t mind it if you hold me Remus…” you mumbled. “I mean… Thank you.” 

“What?!” he asked, baffled. 

“You were right, it would have been stupid to join the fight. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything, I need to be more calm instead. Like I was in the library with the howler, like you. It’s just that Evan punching Sirius fucking vexed me.” 

“I know…” he managed to say, me too, he thought. In fact, if you hadn’t been around, he might have actually been the person to throw punches after Sirius got the first one. Evan might have been taller and broader than your boyfriend, but he was no match against Remus, let alone if you factored in his werewolf strength. 

You leaned back against him, the back of your head resting against his shoulder as you too sighed, “Does it always feel so terrible when a prank goes wrong?” 

He hummed in response, “they’ll be all right, detention is just sitting in a classroom being bored or writing an essay most of the time… Don’t worry too much about them.” 

“Feels bad that we’ll get out of this scots free but they won’t, though.” 

“Survivors' guilt.” 

You hummed, closing your eyes, “Thanks for holding me back,” you said again, “I don’t know what I’d do without you Rem.” 

He stifled a laugh at that, you’d probably be more than fine without him. He, on the other hand… “Count on your good old werewolf friend to help you hold those murderous tendencies,” he joked. You actually laughed at that, and then covered your mouth with your hands, looking around. 

“It’s all right, you can laugh, I cast a silencing spell,” he said, motioning to his hand with a small nod, he had his wand in a hold. 

“Was that before or after you took your hand away from my mouth?” you asked. The guilty look on his face was hidden by your shoulder, but his lack of a straight answer gave him away regardless. “Dumbass, I wouldn’t have screamed, I’m not that reckless.” 

“You literally left your wand on the floor with a werewolf in front of you. You ARE that reckless.”

“Well it wasn’t just any werewolf,” you said in self-defence, even if you were only digging yourself in a deeper hole. There was a comfortable silence and you sighed one last time, “We should finish up, the grand finale,” you said, finally separating from him, the lack of warmth almost made you shiver, “gotta make our boys proud, don’t we?” 

He smiled, his eyes shimmering with mischief, “Let’s do it.”  

Glossaire:   Mo chailleachan àlainn: My beautiful fools Est-ce que ça fait de toi mon trésor?: Does that make you my treasure?  Je peux être tout ce que tu veux que je sois: I can be whatever you wish me to be. Oui, mon amour: Yes my love

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James "I Wanna Be Yours" Potter and Lily "Arabella" Evans.

Sirius "Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You" Black and Remus "I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor" Lupin.

Regulus "If You Found This it's Probably too Late" Black.

Peter "Temptation Greets You Like Your Naughty Friend" Pettigrew.

Wolf- "Too Much To Ask" -star (yk, in honour of wolfstar day)

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WIP snippet

It's been so long since I was allowed to share what I'm working on because of anonymous fests but I've finally got a little...something. Thanks for the tag @squintclover.

We are in the middle of Kinktober after all.

“Why don’t you go and ask him, Pads? You go ask the nice man if you can suck his cock. I want you to tell him how much you want to, how you need to. You take him into the loos and you get down on your knees for him.”

Non-pressure tagging: @heartofspells, @soloorganaas, @puuvillaa, @silently--here

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recommend me some wolfstar naughty fanfics with remus being sirius’s daddy and taking it like a good padfoot

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Wolfstar Microfic - Late

@wolfstarkinktober2024 // day 25: somnophilia // 868 words // mdni

This one ended up quite long, so I'll place the microfic below the cut.

Remus is running late. He's never running late. He has never run late. In a world, where werewolves already are in a more than unfortunate position, he cannot afford to be late. Finding jobs is hard for people like him. This is less than ideal.

He rushes past the bedroom, a piece of toast clenched between his teeth and his fingers frantically fumbling with the tie around his neck. His worn-down leather satchel is propped against the front door, patiently waiting to be picked up. Five more minutes and his shift will begin. All Remus needs to do now is grab his belongings and apparate out of the flat.

Cursing quietly over his own daftness, he walks back in, opening the door as soundlessly as possible.

Well, that would be the case if he hadn't forgotten something.

Halting abruptly inside the hallway, he turns back to the bedroom door, which he had left ajar. The warmth of the bed is calling his name. Remus gnaws on his lower lip. He doesn't have time!

But he'll be damned to leave without a goodbye kiss.

The windows are opened and the early morning sun floods the sheets and furniture in a soft, bright light. As a cool breeze drifts over the bed, the thin curtains blow like a sail in the wind. It is a tranquil picture, but not as tranquil as the man still asleep between heavy blankets and gigantic pillows.

Remus has always believed, that Sirius must be from a different world. It is difficult to comprehend something as beautiful as him to exist in a universe as bleak as this one. Yet, he is very much real. The plenty of kisses Remus has pressed to his skin are proof of that. Even now, Remus can taste the taste of Sirius' skin rather vividly on his tongue. If miracles still happen, then Sirius is one of them.

Smiling softly, Remus leans in, wanting to press a careful peck to his lover's cheek. However, the moment he does, Sirius stirs, rolling onto his stomach. The blanket slides off his shoulder, revealing taut muscles, porcelain-like skin, and numerous artworks in the form of tattoos. Remus swallows heavily. His stomach flutters.

He shouldn't do this. He's running late and Sirius needs his sleep. But the full moon is close and Remus has grown more and more restless with each day. Seeing his love embedded in their bed like the star-kissed deity he is, is a temptation he can hardly resist. What are five minutes more, really?

Well, Moons, I wouldn't mind - you know - if you touched me in my sleep. I have plenty of wet dreams already. And what's better than waking up only for the dream to continue? What I'm saying is: if you're fine with it, I am more than fine with it.

Sirius Black. I should have known what a naughty dog you are.

For you? Always, my moon.

Well, who is the naughty dog now?

The heat flaring up his spine becomes unbearable. Remus' mouth runs drier than a desert would and he's hard before he has fully climbed onto the bed. Breathing heavily, he unbuckles his belt, not even granting himself the time to undress himself properly. All he does is take out his throbbing cock and give it two frantic pumps.

Fuck, he really is a desperate hound, isn't he?

Carefully, he pulls back the blanket, exposing Sirius' elegant frame. With a needy groan, he starts mouthing at his shoulder blades, rutting against his thighs. Sirius remains blissfully unaware, probably mistaking this for yet another wet dream. Well, at least, as of now.

The kisses become more violent, more lustful. Remus doesn't care if he leaves bruises the size of a fist. He has done worse before.

"Fucking hell."

Again, Sirius stirs. This time, much more strongly. Remus can hear him groan, can feel his muscles twitch. Not long and he'll be fully awake, drowsily trying to make sense out of the situation he suddenly found himself in. But Remus doesn't let up. He can't. Already at the brink of falling apart at the seams, with precum dripping off his tip, he pushes inside of his love. A moan wrenches from Sirius' lips.

Immediately, his body responds to Remus' advances, despite not knowing what is happening, feeling disorientated and maybe even confused. His spine arches into the thrust while his hand fists the sheets underneath. Moan after moan bubbles out of his chest while his skin starts to heat up worryingly fast.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, sweetheart. God, I'm so sorry. I couldn't- I- Fuck."

A string of nonsensical pleads tumbles out of Remus' mouth. Even though Sirius brought this idea up in the first place, Remus still feels the need to apologise. But, as inappropriate as it might feel as good does it feel too. Too good, truthfully. There is some thrill within the forbidden. And both men - now desperately moaning and grabbling with each other for one feverish kiss after the other - are known for chasing the high of that exact thrill. Always have been.

Maybe Remus will run late again. Especially, if the payoff is as sweet as this.

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Prompt 21 - Ancient Greece

@wolfstarmicrofic August 21, word count 940

This is the last part of the Apple Core Series from a Wolfstar POV. There will be a part three starting next month where I am going to write my first Rosekiller. Hope you've all enjoyed the story so far.

Previous part First Jegulus part

Everyone was in on Monday. Effie had insisted and, as usual, she got her way. But Regulus had called in a few friends for the occasion as well. 

“Who are they and why are they in my kitchen?” Sirius asked his brother with a sceptical look on his face as he took in the two men and the tiny elf-like woman with a ridiculous amount of floaty hair, standing just inside the door. 

“These insane people are your personal protection unit. The second Wormtail steps foot in the café, they will be on him. Have you ever seen a lion lake down a wilder beast? That’s them.” Regulus smiled proudly as he gestured to his friends. 

“That’s really kind of you to volunteer them, Reggie, but you do know that we’re just going to ban him and not kill him, right?”

“Aw, take all the fun out of it, why don’t you,” The one he thought was Barty sulked. 

“Don’t worry, babe, you can stab me in bed tonight,” Evan purred in his ear loud enough for them all to hear. 

“I think I’m about to have a stroke,” Sirius groaned, dropping his head into his hand. 

“I can smell burning toast,” Pandora piped up, sniffing the surrounding air.

“Shit!” Sirius spun around, pulled the burnt toasties from the machines and tossed them straight into the bin.  

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” Regulus patted Sirius’s arm. “They’ll scare him just enough so that he never comes back.”

“Fine. Now get out of my kitchen, I have toasties to create!”

 ***

It didn’t take long for Wormtail to turn up. He waltzed in as though nothing was amiss, not that he knew it was, and sat at his usual table. He opened the menu, blocking his view in front of him, and began reading. That’s when Barty and Evan pounced. 

“Hello,” Evan said, his voice smooth as velvet. Wormtail jumped and dropped his menu. 

“Oh, er, hi. Erm, I don’t really like sharing a table, if, if you don’t mind,” He squeaked nervously as Barty picked up the fork from in front of him and twirled it in his fingers. 

“Well, we don’t like little rats who film our friends,” Barty said in an over-calm way. His smile was just a bit too toothy. Even Sirius felt unnerved from his viewpoint. 

Two chairs dragged across the floor and stopped beside the table. Effie and Monty sat down, looking all polite. 

“And we don’t appreciate our son’s being used for your entertainment,” Effie hissed. Barty looked at her impressed. Sirius felt like there’d be another handful of strays added to their family by the end of this. 

“What she said,” Monty said cheerfully as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Wormtail. 

“Peter?” Pandora appeared out of nowhere. “Peter Pettigrew, is that you?” She gasped. “Oh, haven’t you been naughty? I’ve a good mind to tell your mother on you. Using my dear friend Sirius to get views online. That’s not very nice, you know,” She chastised him. 

Two more chairs joined the group. 

“The only one who can torture my brother is me,” Regulus sneered. "The fact you think you have the right to film him at all is beyond me." 

“Dickhead,” James shot at him. 

“James Fleamont Potter, language,” Effie gasped. 

“Sorry, Mum,” James flushed and tried again. “You hurt my friend, prepare to di—” Monty elbowed his son in the ribs, “Have a good telling off,” He huffed. 

Remus took Sirius’s hand and led him over to the table. 

"It gives me great pleasure, Mr Pettigrew, to inform you--” Remus said too sweetly. 

“Sling your hook, you're barred!” Sirius shouted at the cowering man. Wormtail jumped to his feet and ran for the door.   

Then, like some film about Ancient Greece, they all charged down the giant rat, yelling and screaming after him. Sirius brandishing his toastie tongs and Remus throwing coffee cup lids like discuses, as Peter Pettigrew scurried down the road as fast as his short legs could carry him and disappeared around the corner out of sight. 

“I got it all on film! I got it all on film!” Effie cried out excitedly. 

“So did I,” Monty grinned wildly. “Oh, wait,” His face fell. “I had it on the wrong camera. It’s just my face.”

“So who’s watching the café?” James asked once they were done cheering and laughing at Monty. 

“Oh shit!” Sirius yelled and raced back to the unmanned café.

They went back to serving their customers as if nothing had happened. Sirius couldn't believe how lucky he was to have so many people who cared about him like his chosen family did. Remus came up behind him and wrapped him in a hug. Sirius turned his face so he could kiss Remus on the lips. "I love these guys so much," He said, sighing happily as he watched them all chatting and laughing. 

"I love you," Remus whispered in his ear, making Sirius's knees go weak. 

"I love you too," He said, capturing Remus's lips with his own again. "Think Reggie would mind if we snuck off into his flat for a bit?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

"Yes he bloody would!" Regulus glared at them. "Mine." 

"Want a bet?" Sirius asked, but didn't wait for an answer as he dragged Remus out of the staff door with Regulus screaming bloody murder behind them.

He spun Remus around and kissed him properly. "Chinese for tea?"

"Yeah, go on then," Remus laughed, kissing him one more time before going back to his counter to take the orders of their waiting customers. 

[noblehouseofgay]

I’m already on the naughty list so here I go again,

💚 platonic Moonwater where they becomes besties without anyone realizing bc James and Sirius will always be each other’s first choice. As the boyfriends of the two idiots, they’re left alone with each other and slowly realize they have things in common, like an enjoyment of muggle literature.

I like to think that it takes until one of the couples to get married, (maybe wolfstar) and Sirius has James as a best man, and Remus asks Regulus to be his, and Sirius is just shocked bc like… “when did you and my brother become friends, Moons???”

I think Sirius and James would be slow on the uptake just bc of how caught up they get in each other tbh…

Hm

I can't put you on the nice list for one reason

If reg and james don't share best man i want to cry

[lucigoo]

When your muse is a fickle mare who decides sleep is not an option, so instead we have fluffy jily and Wolfstar and little Harry!

James grabbed the book and raced Sirius up the stairs. First one there got to read with Harry for the night, a part of his bedtime routine they often betted on. Everyone wanted to read to a sleepy, snuggly Harry. The 3 year old was the light of all of their lives. 

Racing up the stairs James sent a knockback jinx at Sirius who had to grab the bannister to stop himself falling down the stairs. “You arsehoe.” he shouted up at James who ran laughing into Harry's room. 

Harry had been settled into bed by Lily who had disappeared into Remus and Sirius' room. “Mummy gone to Uncle Moony bud?” James asked softly. 

“Uh huh daddy, Mummy said the moon was mean and his wolfy was mad, But i thought Padfoot stopped Uncle Moony’s wolf being a meany bum?” he asked, confused and worried. 

“He does usually buddy, but Padfoot had to leave Uncle Moony for a little bit last night and the wolf was mean when he was on his own. But he will be ok. He’s always ok isn't he?” James asked with a smile. 

Harry just smiled back, relieved that his Uncle Remus would be fine. He always was, and after the naughty wolf went away he was always quiet and cuddly. Harry lived with his daddy and Uncle Sirius but they were loud like Ron and his brothers all the time. Sometimes quiet, cuddles and books were better than outside. 

He snuggled into his blankets that hid daddy covered him up and tucked him in. He grinned as Uncle Sirius almost fell through the door. “Alright HAr bear?” he asked, coming over to kiss him on the head. Harry just nodded and looked at his dad expectantly. 

“What book do you want, Harry?” James asked, looking at the overflowing bookshelf in the corner of his room. “Moo, Meow, Howl.” Harry answered. 

“You want the animal bool?Ok buddy.” he said, waving the book over to his perch next to Harry. 

They sat, James and Sirius flanking Harry, Remus had hobbled out to say night, with Lily supporting him, they stood quietly watching the cute scene in front of them. Sirius was saying the wrong sounds for the animals making Harry’s adorable childish laughter fill the air. 

“No, no, Bigfoot, the duckey goes quack, everyone knows that,” he said between giggles. 

Sirius just laughed and raised his hands. “Ok then animal expert let's have a look. He said pulling the book from James hands and randomly flipping pages as he knew Harry had it memorised. 

“Hmm… let's see, what does the chicken say?” he asked. 

“Cluck cluck” replied Harry.

“Clever lad. What does the donkey say?” Sirius continued.

“Eye ore, eye ore” Harry said with a laugh. 

“Well done, ok, what does the cat say?” 

“Meow, meow. Like Whiskers.” Harry said, excited to make the connection. 

“That's right mate, good job, ok, last one, what does the wolf say?” he asked, looking at the picture of wolves on the page. 

Harry however, was looking at his Uncle Remus and without waiting a second said “for fucks sake Sirius.” 

The adults went silent, Harry looked extremely proud of himself. Sirius looked at Remus, then at Lily and winced. 

Remus refused to look at anyone, face bright red. 2Right, night Harry, love you, don't swear cariad.” he said as he hobbled away, with Lily following, lecturing him about swearing around her child, who did he think he was?

Sirius listened as Remus said he couldn't hear her, the transformation must have affected his hearing. 

After hearing that James and Sirius couldn't keep it in anymore. They burst out laughing. With Harry giggling between them. 

That was how Lily found then not even 1o minutes later, sprawled out in the bed, all three asleep. She couldn't help but sigh agt the life she had, even with dramatic dog, deer and wolf brained men in her life. And speaking of wolf brains, if he kept swearing around her child she was washing his mouth out with soap, she thought as she covered them with blankets and left the room with a soft smile at all 4 of her boys. 

[missmoonfrost]

Wolfstar Christmas microfics

Time for Christmas microfics again, yay! Here is a list of my favorites from last year.

By me:

Cider

Drinking game

Snow

Gift

Naughty

By others:

Mistletoe by @lulublack90

Scarf by @my-castles-crumbling

Ice and Ice Skate by @emlovessid

Ice Skate by @lulublack90

Blizzard by @lulublack90

Midnight kiss by @my-castles-crumbling