#wolfstar husbands

[weirdtinkerbellversion]

Dec 9. Prompt: Candles. Word count: 221 @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius walks in, toeing off his boots and throwing his leather jacket in the vague direction of the armchair, not really caring where either ended up. He was exhausted. A group of college freshmen walked into his shop towards the end of the night, wanting drunken tattoos. His entire week has been full of appointments and walk-ins since university started. He’d barely been home all week.

“Rem?”

“Bedroom!”

Sirius flops on top of his husband who’s sitting up against the headboard, reading his book. He looks adorable with his new reading glasses.

“Tired love?”

Sirius mumbles something incomprehensible into Remus’ thigh and it tickles.

“Come on. I have a surprise for you.”

Sirius whines as Remus gets up from under him, only to stand at the edge of the bed and put his arms out. Sirius smiles and gets up too, wrapping his arms around Remus’ neck and letting himself be carried to the bathroom. That’s when he sees it. The warm bath ready to go, his favorite scented candle lit nearby, the bottle of massage oil. It looks like heaven, and he immediately kisses Remus before hopping down. Remus undresses them both and gets into the bath, letting Sirius rest his back against his chest, his head settling on Remus’ shoulder.

“I love you Moons.”

“I love you too, Pads.”

[thief-of-eggs]

nothing beats the ship dynamic of “hissy black cat and his loyal golden retriever bf”

I eat that shit up every. single. time.

[skeletaltumbleweed]

my favourite ship dynamic is “me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic” but you can’t tell which is which

[mischievous-thunder]

[thisantithesis]

thinking of professor lupin teaching a bunch of middle schoolers. he’s the kind of odd teacher that everyone knows about, but every year without fail his students end up loving him because of how fun he makes class. he has a picture of him with another man on his desk, and it’s kind of blurry, not really showing more than a young, smiling Remus holding a person with long, black curly hair, which he never talks about, but one day one of the more outspoken students asks him about it and all he says is “oh, just me and an old friend” and then promptly moves on. of course no one believes him, because although they might be children they still have keen eyes, so they see the small, fond smile on his face when he glances at the picture from time to time. word gets around school, not in a malicious way, just children curious about who odd professor lupin could be so fond about. eventually weeks pass by, to the point that the picture on remus’ desk is almost forgotten, until one day in the middle of class, a strange man knocks on the door. the class erupts into whispers when they see the long curly hair, all holding their breaths to see who exactly this person is, and they’re not disappointed when the man walks up to professor lupin, gives him a kiss on the cheek, and hands him a lunchbox with a small whisper before turning around and leaving. everyone is dead silent as remus puts his lunch away, gaping at the professor over what just happened. eventually one of the kids speak up, asking the question everyone is wondering: “was that the same man from the picture on your desk?” remus seems unfazed by the looks he’s getting from his students, replying with a simple “yes” as a smile slowly shapes his lips. “why did he kiss you on the cheek?” another student asks, to which remus replies “because he’s my husband.” his answer sets off an avalanche of questions, a chorus of “HE’S YOUR HUSBAND!?” echoing through the classroom. the shock of the discovery makes it a highly discussed subject for many weeks to follow, students across the school still in disbelief over it because they can’t believe that the man, remus’ husband, is real. they all talk about how he must be an angel, because no one can be that beautiful. with his curly hair, bright blue eyes and sharp gaze, and it’s all remus can do to relay every single word he hears to sirius when he makes it home in the evening, knowing how much his husband enjoyed flabbergasting the minds of those young children.

[ivedonemywaiting]

Crying 😭 Remus is such an adorable dork

Title: Angels

Word count: 236

Rating: M

Notes: Written for the February prompts from @wolfstarmicrofic. Today I chose “flirt”.

Summary: Seeing Sirius at the bar, Remus tries his luck with a pick-up line.

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“Buy you another?”

Sirius looked up from his drink and saw a man standing next to him at the bar. The man was very attractive. But Sirius simply shrugged uninterestedly.

“Come on,” the man pressed. “It’s a free drink and you look lonely.”

Before Sirius could open his mouth, another man walked to the other side of where Sirius was sitting. This man was tall, lanky and dressed as though he worked in a bookshop in the 1980s. He wore corduroy trousers, a wool cardigan and had a smile on his face that made Sirius’s heart flutter.

“Hi,” he said, clearing his throat. “Uh... I was just wondering,” he said, a little awkwardly. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Sirius leaned closer to the man and inhaled a sweet scent of wood and grass. “Why,” he said, grinning. “Are you saying that heaven is missing an angel?”

The first man behind him scoffed audibly and exclaimed, “You have to be kidding me!”

Sirius turned and shrugged at the man again. “Sorry,” he said, simply. The man rolled his eyes before walking away.

Sirius turned back to the man next to him who was laughing as the bartender poured out a drink in front of him. “Rem, that’s the best you could come up with?” Sirius asked his husband, also laughing.

“Hey,” said Remus, raising his glass. “It worked, didn’t it? I’m the one who is taking you home tonight.”

[latulla80]

I'm in denial about the election, THE destiel meme already told me enough. I think i will go hide myself for a couple of months. Please AO3 do not crash.

And please writers, do your stuff.

We are going to need a lot of content.

All the ships are welcomed.

[nexuk0chan]

me: i hate cliches

fanfic: they were soulmates

me: OMIGOSH GUYS THEY WERE SOULMATES

[theslythernfreak]

is your otp really your otp if it doesnt emotionally destroy you?

[cowboylikeyouu]

i'm in desperate need for a life changing fic but i'm too lazy to look for smth, pls send me your favorite fics

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Rosekiller murder husbands fic but they are both hired hitmans on a date hired to kill each other.

they fall inlove obviously and bla bla bla

But the plot twist (not really) is that they were both tasked by their unknowingly share boss, Regulus Black who think they will either kill each other or date the shit out of each other

either way they will get off his back

bonus for side starchaser

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[kenzie1alizabeth]

“Cant you just let two guys be friends?”

Not when they look at each other like that I can’t

[elainiisms]

"x loves x more" SHUT UP!!!!!! they need to both be equally in love with each other or i DIE

[mischievous-thunder]

[eth4nmustd1e]

*sighs in doomed yaoi*