#wolfstar microfics

[emmawithtwoms]

Madame Puddifoot's

@wolfstarmicrofic day 10 -156 words

“So…”

“So…”

“Here we are”

“Apparently”

“Should we…?”

“I guess so… we’re here after all”

“The I guess you should open the door”

“Yeah, yeah, just…”

“Sirius”

“Yes Remus?”

“What the fuck are we doing?”

“I guess… going on a romantic date? Like everybody else?”

“Sirius”

“Yes Remus?”

“This place is… pink”

“Yes”

“Too pink”

“I mean… I guess?” 

“Sirius”

“Yes Remus?”

“Are we really about to go drink tea at Madam Puddifoot’s?”

“I… guess? Isnìt this what a date is supposed to be like?”

“I-I don’t really know, I’ve never really dated before”

“All the girls I dated wanted to come here to have a romantic date”

“Yeah, but did you actually enjoy it?”

“Not really, but I didn’t even properly like them, not like I like you”

“Sirius”

“Yes Remus?”

“Do you want to go to The Three Broomstick to drink a butterbeer?”

“Gladly”

“Let’s go then, love”

“I love you so much, Moony”

Ps: Idk really know what I was doing with this, I just wanted to improve my dialogue writing skills (Is that even a thing?)

[theresthesnitch]

@wolfstarmicrofic prompt: first kiss. 1084 words

The heavy metal door nearly closes before Remus catches it with his toe. He nudges the broken two-by-four from its place against the wall to hold the door open. It catches, and Remus walks a bit away to lean against the brick wall. 

It has been a grueling shift. Understaffed on a night that the local university was unknowingly hosting some event that left everyone and their dogs coming to the Three Broomsticks for dinner. His legs burn and his feet ache. He’s already dreading how he’ll feel when he finally gets a chance to sit, not to mention the fifteen minute walk home after his thirty minute bus ride. 

Remus slips a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of the tight front pocket of his black pants. He was supposed to quit–he did quit, really–but sometimes, coming out the back door for a smoke break is the only chance he gets to stop moving on a shift like this, even if he has to do it next to the garbage cans. 

He’s just about to light it, flame poised a breath away from the cut end of the cigarette, when there’s a shout down the alleyway that makes him stop and look up. 

A boy runs down the alley–no, not a boy. He’s got to be at least Remus’s age. His long dark hair is swept up into a bun on the back of his head, and the strands that have fallen out of the bun curl around his collar. Jeans and a band tshirt from some band Remus has never heard of cut in a crop that just shows a hit of skin above his belt. He runs toward Remus, glancing back over his shoulder. When he’s only a few feet away, he turns back to Remus with a smile, and all the breath in Remus’s lungs evacuates immediately. 

This is the most beautiful person that Remus has ever seen. Silver eyes that pierce Remus to his very soul, and plump pink lips slightly parted. He is flawless, ethereal. Some marble carving of a god that has come to life and now running toward Remus. Adonis

“Can you help me?” he says, stepping up to Remus and glancing over his shoulder again. Remus doesn’t have the ability to make words now and just nods in response. His smile grows. “Great. Follow my lead.” 

The man grabs Remus by the shoulders and turns them around until his back is to the wall and Remus stands in front of him. He pulls Remus against him with a hand on his waist and the other coming up around Remus’s neck to thread into his hair. He pulls Remus–who is so shocked that he offers no resistance at all–into a heated kiss. 

Remus is kissing a god. 

Or, well, more aptly being kissed by him. He’s standing there limply as this man kisses the fuck out of him. The man moves his hand from Remus’s waist around to the small of his back, pulling Remus tightly against him 

Remus jolts into action, bringing his hands up to the man’s waist. His fingers meet skin under the rough hem of his shirt. Remus opens his mouth, eagerly joining the kiss. The man hums as Remus licks into his mouth, a pleased noise that spurs Remus on. He pushes the man against the wall, slipping one thigh between his legs. 

Behind him, from the entrance of the alley, Remus hears someone running, and some shouts. “Sirius! I know you went this way! Where are you?” 

The man under Remus–Sirius, he realizes, if those people were looking for him–grinds down against Remus’s leg and threads both arms around Remus’s neck. He pulls Remus tighter against him, as though he’s hiding behind Remus… because he’s hiding behind Remus! 

Which should bother Remus more than it does, honestly. Like why is he hiding? Why was he running? Is he in danger, or is he a criminal? Remus should ask, probably. Only, he slips his hands up Sirius’s sides, hot skin under his hands until one hand connects with a nipple ring, and Sirius moans against his lips. Remus honestly couldn’t give a damn why he’s here. 

Sirius breaks the kiss, and if Remus thought he was beautiful before, that’s nothing on the flushed, kiss-swollen version of Sirius standing in front of him now. Sirius glances over Remus’s shoulder, and finding nothing looks back up at Remus. “Thanks, I think they’re gone.” 

Remus takes a half step back, suddenly ripped back to the reality of the fact that this is a stranger he has pressed into the wall. “Right. Friends of yours?” 

“Not exactly. My cousins.” Sirius grabs the cigarette that Remus still has in his hand and places it between his lips. “Got a light?”

Remus flicks on the lighter in his hand, holding it up behind a cupped hand to light the cigarette. “You were running from your cousins?” 

Sirius inhales, lips pursed delicately around the filter. He exhales slowly, a stream of smoke rising between them. “If you knew my cousins, you’d get it.” The last of the smoke seeps out of his mouth with the words. 

“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Remus honestly doesn’t care, really. He’s too busy trying to decide if he can kiss Sirius again, or if they’re past that particular activity. 

Sirius takes another drag. He drops his hand to the side, wearing a crooked smile. He closes the distance between them, cups the back of Remus’s head, and pulls him into another kiss. Sirius exhales smoke into the kiss. 

It’s short this time, a brief meeting of their lips, and when they pull apart, the smoke seeps around them. “I have to go,” Sirius says, though he doesn’t move away. 

“Alright,” Remus says. He doesn’t move either. 

Sirius lifts his hand, cigarette held between his fingers, and presses it to Remus’s lips. Remus takes it, and Sirius cups his face in his palm as he pulls away. “I really do have to go.” 

“Alright,” Remus says. He takes a drag, which is somehow disappointing on its own, and holds the cigarette between pinched fingers. 

“See you later, lover boy.” Sirius brushes his lips against Remus’s once more and takes off down the alley again. 

Remus watches Sirius until he reaches the corner, glancing back once more with a wink before disappearing. He brings the cigarette back to his lips and inhales deeply. Maybe he should take up smoking again. 

[the-lying-heavens]

"It's Theirs"

@wolfstarmicrofic

September Prompt 9 [Owl]

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 213 words

The Potter's owl stands at the window of the small cabin Remus and Sirius are staying in. A soft hoot breaks the silence, catching Remus' attention as he sits near the hearth, his book on his lap.

Remus stands and crosses the small room to the window, unlocking the latch. The owl hoots again as he opens the window, its feathers ruffling as it extends one leg, an envelope tied carefully to it.

"Thanks, friend," Remus says, gently untying the parchment. The owl hoots once more before flying off.

"What is it?" Sirius asks.

"More about Harry," Remus says, sighing.

Sirius makes his way over, leaning against Remus with his chin resting on Remus’ shoulder as they both look down at the letter.

"So we're in for another essay of James' fatherly achievements." His arm snakes around Remus' waist.

"And pictures from Lily," Remus adds.

Sirius grins. "Yay."

Remus reads out loud, while Sirius rests his head on his lover's shoulder, content in the quiet moment they share—just the two of them - and the memory of friends in every word on the page.

It isn't much, but it’s theirs.

[wolfstarmicrofic]

Welcome to our new Mod!

We've added a new mod! We're so excited for @sliebman10 to join our team. Welcome aboard, and we're so excited for our growing team.

💖 your wolfstar obsessed mods

[starchaserdreams]

I have reached the level of my marauders era that has me feverishly writing wolfstar fanfiction on an airplane, leaning over into the window trying to be subtle about it but still typing like crazy into my phone.

Started reading Crimson Rivers on the same flight too. It was just a whole marauders flight.

[my-castles-crumbling]

mistress - October 19 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 159

"I think Reg has a mistress," Sirius said suspiciously as he sat next to Remus in the Common Room, face twisted in thought.

"I think he would have to be married to have a mistress," Remus chuckled. "Or at least dating someone."

"Fine, a...secret someone, then!" Sirius exclaimed loudly, garnering several confused looks. Quieting his voice, he hissed to his boyfriend, "He looks...happy. It's not like him."

"How dare he be happy!" Remus laughed, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's temple. "Downright blasphemous."

"Moony! C'mon, you have to theorize with me! It's your job as my boyfriend!" Sirius whined.

Remus, however, had his own theories. "What do you think, Prongs?" he called to James, who was approaching them from the portrait hole. "Do you think Regulus has a mistress?"

And, just as he predicted, James went red and choked on nothing. "Er, no. Definitely not a...a mistress. For sure. Nope. No."

Sirius nodded thoughtfully, but Remus could only smile.

[kaaaaaaarf]

So I watched that episode of Our Flag Means Death where Ed finds the bunny and thinks it's a wolf and thought, what if Remus was a wererabbit and Sirius had no idea? Anyways, have a drabble.

Here I Am (a rabbit-hearted boy)

Hogwarts Era. 654 words. Wererabbit Remus. G.

Remus' floppy ears twitch unhappily. He had been so careful—so careful not to let his friends see the monster he becomes every full moon. He thought he was sneaky, when he made his way out of the castle before dinner—after the other boys had already left for the Great Hall, but here is Sirius, standing above him with wide eyes. He'd seen the whole thing, the whole transformation—running into the clearing before Remus could even shout at him to stop. Before his body bent and twisted violently into a monster.  Remus' tiny body shakes in fear. Finally, after an impossibly long moment, Sirius seems to come back to himself. "R—Remus? Are you—you're a werewolf?"  …I'm a what now? 

"I thought maybe you were upset about Snape ruining your Potions final when you didn’t follow us down to dinner, so I came back to find you and saw you sneak out of the castle. I decided to  follow you, but I didn't think...Oh my God. You're so...so...cute."  Remus' nose twitches in a way that he thinks sufficiently expresses his shock and distaste. He’s not cute. He’s fearsome! An abomination! Sirius, unafraid, crouches down and strokes a gentle hand over the tawny fur on his back.  Okay, well Remus doesn't hate that.  Sirius scratches behind one floppy ear, and it makes Remus’ back foot twitch. Sirius smiles. "Are you a friend, wolf? Merlin, wait til I tell James about this! Our Moony—a real bloody werewolf!" and then as quickly as he’d appeared, he's gone, running off back toward the castle. It's just as well, Remus is dangerous like this. As much as he would love some company on the moons, one bite is all it would take and he could turn Sirius, too. He couldn't live with himself. Remus has just finished snacking on some grass, and is just about to hop into the underbrush to play chase with the rabbits of the Forest, when Sirius comes running back, this time with James in tow. Great. "See James! That's Remus, he's a werewolf!"  James, who is bent over trying to catch his breath, looks up at him like he's stupid. "That's a rabbit, Sirius." "No...I saw him transform—that’s Remus. He's a werewolf." "At best that's a wererabbit." He looks down at Remus, his face twisted in thought. "Sorry Remus, just a sec. Sirius—" he looks back up at the other boy, pinching the bridge of his nose. “—have you ever actually seen a rabbit before?" "Well, not precisely...Grimmauld is in the middle of London, not exactly teeming with rabbits and the like." "Babbity Rabbity? Surely you've read Babbity Rabbity at least." "I'm pretty sure Babbity Rabbity would never make it into the Black family library. Not macabre enough." James sighs. "Okay well, I’m telling you that's a rabbit." James points down at him, and Remus twitches his nose, hoping it conveys how tired he is.  Sirius stomps his feet, insistent. “But his last name is Lupin, not Lapin! He's Wolfie McWolf, not Bunny McRabbit!” “I’m pretty sure his name has nothing to do with which were-animal decided to take a chunk out of him, Sirius!” Remus tries to hop away while they’re fighting, but Sirius spots him and scoops him up into his arms. “Oh no you don’t! Come on Remus, I’ll sneak you back into the castle—get you something to munch on. What do rabbits eat, anyway? Hay? Flowers?”  Human flesh.  “They eat grass and, like, carrots. Good call though, better get him inside before an actual wolf spots him. Come on, Remus.” And that’s how Remus finds himself, a few hours later, in a soft bed, snuggled under the covers with Sirius’ hand gently resting on his furry back. He supposes being found out isn’t so bad, and if he wakes up in the morning—human again, Sirius spooning against his back, he thinks that might actually be even better.

[emmawithtwoms]

Zonko's joke shop

@wolfstarmicrofic day 9 -310 words

There it was, the infamous Sirius Black Grin: stunning, beautiful, Remus could barely believe that that grin was addressed to him. Sparkling white teeth, pink, thin lips that were so, so soft. Lips that he had touched, licked, kissed, observed and revered. Remus would hang from those lips every day, taking in every word like they were made of gold just because they had the privilege to be pronounced by Sirius Black’s mouth. 

Then the hair, luscious black threads framing that art piece that was his boyfriend’s face. Always messily tidy, it didn’t matter the way they were styled, they would always look breathtaking. They were now moving along with the bobbing of Sirius's head, following his every movement, enchanting Remus like strands of magic. 

Then his hands. Bloody hell his hands. Pianist hands, they would call them, but no, because no pianist would ever have the audacity to show their hands in public again after witnessing the pure beauty that were Sirius Black’s hands. Long, marble white finger that he would use with the utmost mastery. Lean and skilled, Sirius would adorn them with silver gilded rings, staining those wonderful artefacts with ugly green stripes, just to not hurt Remus with his touch. Hands that were now slowly moving, Remus could see it, those hands were about to be the death of him, and of everyone around them. 

“Sirius… Please” 

It was too late, he was doomed. 

Sirius used his perfect hands to pull the trigger, setting off all the Dungbombs he and James had placed all over the school. 

It was pure chaos. 

“Sirius… those were all of our Dungbombs, we’re all out now!”

“It just means we will have to sneak down at Zonko’s tomorrow, and maybe have a quick stop in the secret passageway, my dearest”

With a wink, Sirius ran away from the crime scene.

[wolvesandshine]

Sirius hadn’t thought it would be a problem. He didn’t think it was something he even had to be worried about.

Really, he should have expected it.

James had a specific type after all - in other words anyone who would insult him.

And listen Sirius knew. In an abstract sort of way.

Regulus was known for his sharp tongue. But he never really made the connection. After all, Sirius was there when Regulus was still young, still unaware of everything and was the sweetest boy with the biggest heart.

And well, Sirius knew no matter what he said Regulus was still that boy inside.

So it might have slipped his mind that Regulus was, well -

“If you’re planning on killing me with that hairdo, consider it a valiant attempt.”

Sirius is about to save James’s honour when -

“If it gets you looking at me I’d say it’s doing a great job.” James said, already breathless, eyes wide as he stared at Regulus.

Regulus simply raises an eyebrow, quirking his lips.

Sirius feels a mounting sense of horror as he glances at both of them - who were fully ignoring him at the moment.

Fuck.

He had gone through all the possible outcome of their first meet up - from a duel to cold indifference.

Clearly, he’d forgotten another option.

[darkcademiasss]

[wolfstarmicrofic]

Last prompts of the year!

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[ultravioletbrit]

“spin” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 410 words

CW: drinking / smoking

“Ok! We’re playing fuck, marry, kill!” Barty announces, overly excited.

The party has been over for a while, but there’s still a group of them lingering in the common room playing random drinking games and they’re all fairly drunk by this point.

“Alright…” Barty thinks, looking around the circle “Reg! Fuck, marry, kill–”

“James.” Regulus answers instantly without letting Barty finish.

“Ugh. Reggie, you have to wait for the… wait what?!” Sirius starts then cuts himself off when he registers what Regulus said.

“You want to fuck James?!” Sirius asks looking shocked and appalled.

“You want to marry me?” James swoons with hearts in his eyes.

“I think you’re both focusing on the wrong thing here.” Peter tries to interject.

“I think we should have played spin the bottle instead.” Marlene grumbles under her breath from the other side of the circle.

“The bottle’s pointing at James!” Regulus yells as he starts crawling across the circle to James.

“No one even spun the bottle, Reg.” Dorcas tries to grab Regulus but he’s too far away, so she just falls back to where she was laying in Marlene’s lap.

“I don’t think Reg knows how to play any of these games.” Remus says as he passes a joint to Peter so he can try to grab Sirius who just got out of the chair the two of them are sharing.

“Stop that right now! What is happening!?” Sirius trips on his way to try and pull Regulus off James to stop what has turned into a rather intense make out session.

“Is no one concerned that Reg wants to kill James?” Peter asks seriously as he lets out a puff of smoke.

“He doesn’t actually want to kill James, you high idiot.” Mary rolls her eyes and smacks Peter on the back of the head as she steals the joint.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Reg has some weird kinks.” Evan says as he’s reaching for the half empty bottle in the middle of the circle that was never spun, but is pointing at James.

“I think everyone’s really drunk and we should all go to bed.” Lily announces from her spot on the floor, dropping her head on the couch behind her.

“I think you’re really pretty.” Pandora looks at Lily from where she is laying upside down on the couch with her legs hanging over the back, her head laying right beside Lily’s.

Regulus and James continue to make out, completely oblivious to everything else around them.

[starchaserdreams]

When I get a nice AO3 comment or Tumblr reblog I have to force myself not to say "I LOVE YOU PLEASE MARRY ME CAN WE BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER I'M OBSESSED WITH YOU" and instead say "thanks"

[my-castles-crumbling]

kid fic - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 221

"Pads?" Harry asked, innocent face twisted into an expression of confusion. "I have a question."

"What's up, Prongslet?" Sirius looked toward his godson, concerned. Harry never looked so...well...serious.

"Can boys date girls? Because Ron says his mummy and daddy are going on a date."

He almost spit out his tea. The question was so hilariously ass-backwards but so sweetly innocent. Indeed, Harry had been raised around all queer couples- he and Remus, Dorcas and Marlene, Regulus and Barty. It made sense, really.

"Harry," he said gently, pulling the small child into his arms. "You mum and dad were married. Remember?"

Harry's eyes widened larger than galleons. "They dated?"

A snort came from the doorway, and Sirius turned to see Remus standing there, eyes sparkling. "Yes, Harry. They loved each other very much. You know that."

But Harry looked even more confused. "Like you and Paddy love each other, though? Not just like me and Ginny love each other?"

Sirius let out another chuckle. "No, Haz. They loved each other like Remus and I do."

"Oh," Harry nodded, face clouded over with thought. "I guess that's okay, then."

Remus walked up to Sirius from behind, pulling him into a hug. "I'm so glad Harry accepts the straights. We've raised such a tolerant child," he murmured in his husband's ear, making Sirius cackle.

[outromoony]

Blind date

@wolfstarmicrofic | Word count: 215

"So... how was the date, mate?" James asked eagerly as soon as he saw Sirius, raising his eyebrows with curiosity. He had been insisting that Sirius try a blind date for a change, and it had been...

"Amazing," Sirius replied honestly, unable to suppress the huge smile spreading across his face. "He was... the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. You know how much I hate Greek mythology, but he loved it. And you know what? For the first time in my life, it sounded like the most interesting thing in the world. He loves books, and—"

"Wait," James interrupted, a confused expression on his face. "You said 'he'?"

Sirius frowned. "Yes... what's wrong with that?"

James's eyes widened. "The blind date I arranged for you... it was with a girl."

It was Sirius's turn to look surprised. He had been so enchanted by the beautiful stranger that he hadn't even checked his phone all night. He pulled it out of his pocket and froze as he read the message from hours ago:

"I am so sorry! I don't think I will make it in time for our date. Do you think we could reschedule?"

He stood there, trying to make sense of it. Who the hell had Sirius gone on a date with then?

[sevenate-9]

james, rolling over and seeing the row of knocked over and shattered plants: did you have anything you wanted to tell me about?

regulus, still half asleep on his phone: no?

james: so you didn't turn into a cat after we had our discussion on where to put the plants last night?

regulus: what? no I just went to *turns and sees the plants* ...sleep.

james:

regulus:

regulus: it was sirius.

sirius, down the hall: NO IT WAS NOT, WHATEVER YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT IT WASN'T ME! REMUS, ATTEST FOR ME!

remus, walking by their room with a bowl of cereal: it was not him.