#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. 

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

"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]

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[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]

crush - November 23 - wolfstar raising harry - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 277

"...and Ron said that it's stupid to like people but I don't think so," Harry was prattling on, avoiding the homework his first grade teacher had assigned that evening. "I mean...I can have a crush if I want to, right?"

Sirius thought about that for moment, wishing, not for the first time that day, that James and Lily were still there. "You can have a crush on whoever you want, Prongslet," he nodded, giving the boy a smile. "You just have to make sure, when you're older and you want to do something about your crushes, that the other person is okay with it. Alright?"

Harry nodded thoughtfully. After a moment, though, his demeanor changed. "Pads, you have a crush, don't you?" he asked, smiling a knowing smile, as if he'd found out one of Sirius's biggest secrets.

Very curious as to where this was going, Sirius pretended to gasp in surprise, placing a hand on his chest. "I have no idea what you mean! Who do you think I could possibly have a crush on?"

But Harry just giggled, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I'm not stupid, Pads, I'm six. I know you have a crush on Moony. You get all smiley around him. And guess what?"

Resisting the urge to melt with Harry's statement, Sirius just lowered his voice as well, whispering conspiratorially, "What?"

"I think he has a crush on you, too!" Harry said, eyes wide.

"I...that's good to know, Haz. Thanks for being my wingman," Sirius laughed, patting his godson on the shoulder.

He couldn't to tell his husband later that apparently, they were very obvious about their crushes on each other.

[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]

[outromoony]

Cuddle

@wolfstarmicrofic | Word count: 107

“What’s this?” Remus asked, his voice muffled as he rested his head against Sirius’s chest, the two of them cuddled up on the couch. Sirius carefully slipped the ring onto Remus’s finger, his fingers brushing gently over his skin.

“A warning.”

Remus’s eyes flicked up to meet Sirius’s, his expression cautious. “A warning for what?” he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

Sirius’s grin widened, his gaze soft. “I’m warning you that if I survive this war, I’m going to marry you. And if I don’t… then at least you’ll know that I really, really wanted to, Remus, even if it was the last thing I did.”

[emmawithtwoms]

Cuddles

@wolfstarmicrofic December 10th -364 words

Sirius never liked physical contact. Even with James, the other wizard always seemed to understand when Padfoot needed space, and he always made sure to refrain himself. Even though James loved to dispense hugs, he knew that Sirius didn’t appreciate them, made him feel anxious, instead. Obviously thanks to Walburga’s A+ parenting. 

Sirius’ no-contact rule applied to everyone, all the girls he dated found themselves disappointed when he wouldn’t hold them or hug them. Celebrations were always high fives, fist bumps or hair rufflings, hugs were only for extremely special occasions, secluded to very few selected people (The Marauders, the girls and Regulus), and always very brief. 

Padfoot was able to break this no hugs rule while dating Mary: he felt such a strong affection towards her, that he actively held her a couple of times during their relationship, but it was always awkward for him, he never felt good while doing it. 

So he resigned himself into living a cuddle less life, or so he thought. When he started dating Remus, he started feeling a certain longing, something he had never felt before. He couldn’t quite understand what this feeling of uneasiness was, at first he thought it was just his internalized homophobia (again, thanks Walburga), but it wasn’t that. 

It wasn’t until a couple of months into dating Remus that he found out: they were sleeping in Remus’ bed, or at least, Remus was sleeping, and the werewolf suddenly turned and slowly wrapped his arms around Sirius’ waist, tangling their legs together and lowering his mouth on Sirius’ naked shoulder, just resting his lips on his skin. And that’s when he realised. The warm presence of his boyfriend around him calmed the sense of uneasiness that he was feeling, lulling him to finally sleep. 

Remus didn’t realize that he hugged Sirius during the night, and apologized profusely in the morning, when he woke up still holding Sirius. 

But Padfoot just smiled and kissed him, engulfing him in a hug. He didn’t say a word, but Remus understood. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and lowered them back into bed. 

From that day on, Sirius was always seen cuddling Remus everywhere he could.

[uhhlifeig]

History of Magic Classroom - Nov. 9 - word count: 273 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius Black slouched in his seat, trying not to yawn. 

History of Magic was supposed to be about epic duels and wizarding heroics, not sleep-inducing monologues that could knock out even the most enthusiastic Ravenclaw.

But who needed exciting lessons when Remus Lupin was sitting just inches away? 

With a sly grin, Sirius leaned over and pushed a folded piece of parchment onto his kinda-boyfriend’s desk.

Remus glanced at him, one eyebrow raised, before unfurling the note.

Moony, would you rather fight a goblin with a bad attitude or go on a date with me? Circle one.

The other boy rolled his eyes. He circled goblin with a bad attitude and shot the note back without missing a beat.

Sirius’ jaw dropped theatrically. Oh, he thinks he’s clever, does he? 

He wrote back furiously.

Rude. But understandable. I’ll try harder. How about this- would you rather listen to Binns’ lecture for an hour or go on a date with me?

When Remus sent the note back with still Binns’ lecture and a tiny, infuriating wink, the noiret let out a gasp so loud that Lily Evans turned around, glaring like she was ready to hex him into next Tuesday.

“Sorry,” he mouthed, giving her his most innocent smile. She rolled her eyes and turned back around.

Turning back to his parchment, Sirius scribbled another note, determined to win this ridiculous game.

You’re going to break my heart, Moony. One more: would you rather eat a slug, or snog in the library later?

Remus pretended to write painstakingly slowly before flicking the note back with a barely contained laugh.

Library. But don’t be late.

[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.

[m00neroni]

prompt: patronus. @wolfstarmicrofic word count: 739 september 8th ao3 post

“This is impossible” Sirius huffs and sits back in one of the few scattered chairs around the DADA classroom, clearly defeated. “What’s that shit about happy memories? Fucking idiotic, it’s not even working.”

“Have we finally found a spell that not even the great Sirius Black can perform? Should we call the Prophet? Inform the Ministry?” James jokes from his seat at Remus’ right, and he only receives a glare in return, when any other person would have been hexed into the next year just before they finished the sentence.

Remus considers it a bit hypocritical, seeing as James is also struggling with it, only having managed to conjure a faint silvery mist, the same as Peter. Remus, for his part, hasn’t even tried yet, scared of its possible corporal form.

Still, he knows the drill and can help his friend.

“You’re thinking too much and too loud, Sirius.” He says, kindly, because the other boy’s frustration is too evident and it seems like the best approach. “Which memory are you using?”

“When the Hat sent me to Gryffindor.” Sirius replies, almost in a whisper, genuinely pouting like a baby.

“See? That’s the problem.” Remus says. “That memory isn’t good enough.”

“Why not?” His friend frowns, clearly confused but he doesn’t look hurt or offended. “It’s the happiest memory I can think of.”

“But it’s tainted, Pads.” He presses, not unkindly, and leans forward to touch Sirius’ forearm. “You were stressed and worried and your family were horrible just about twenty minutes later it happened. You need something without negative connotations.”

“Excellent piece of advice, Mr Lupin!” Professor Musgrove’s voice hollers from behind them. “Our chosen memories must be as pure as possible, free of bad feelings. Even if we think happiness is overruling them, sometimes the hurt is too sharp to be defeated. Please, my boy and resident assistant teacher, will you demonstrate the spell to the class?”

“Sir, I don’t–”

“I insist!” The man ignores him. “Your theoretical knowledge should be enough, and you clearly are in control of your feelings.”

Yeah, I wish I was, you twat.

Remus grimaces towards his friends, trying not to notice how Sirius is staring right into his eyes, and stands up. He should have shut up, but Sirius needed his help and he just… Whatever now, too late. 

The werewolf closes his eyes and tries to find a good memory, quickly falling for the morning of the first Full Moon after his three mates knew what happened to him once a month, about the monster. After the moment they accepted him completely, and without asking anything in return. It might go against the idea of it not being tainted by bad sensations (the transformation is horrible on its own, obviously) but the happiness he felt when he woke up and saw Sirius sleeping in that uncomfortable chair right next to his bed. 

The others have joined here and there, but Sirius has always been the constant feature. It is he who Remus thinks about for this.

“Expecto Patronum.”

He would have known it had worked even without the collective gasp of his classmates, just by how the air moves around him and the tip of his fingers tickle. It is a wonderful sensation, so, even if he is scared shitless of facing the reality and whatever comes next, Remus opens his eyes slowly. 

The silvery figure is clearly and evidently canine and massive, but that is where the similarities with Moony end. The snout is different, the ears bigger and the paws less menacing. Even the doggy grin is an exact replica of Padfoot’s.

Remus’ hearts stop for a second there, but he can’t look anywhere else, too entranced and shocked by the implications. 

“Amazing! Look at that–!”

“Expecto Patronum.”

Sirius’ deep voice cuts the air and the teacher’s praising, conjuring a mist that quickly takes form almost as big as the one in front of Remus, a shape that he hasn’t seen in front of him ever in his life but has been described enough to him that Remus could recognise anywhere. The eyes, though, are the exact same ones he sees in the mirror every day, and he has almost a full minute to be shocked before the impressive spirit of Moony joins Padfoot in a tackle game.

“Well, who could have expected this?” James chuckles, and Remus finally looks at Sirius.

Who could have expected this, indeed. 

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

James Potter learned his passion in the good old-fashioned school of lover boys

[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]

warn - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 349

"Lupin!"

Startled, Remus looked up from his work to see Amelia Moore, a seventh-year in his advanced study group, making her way toward him. "Yes?" he asked politely. They weren't close, but they got on well enough.

"Listen," she said softly with the sombre air of delivering terrible news. "You like Black, right? Like...like, like?"

Blushing deeply, Remus blinked and stuttered, trying to decide whether or not to deny it. Was he that obvious?

"Well, I know you do," Amelia cut him off, waving her hand as if to wave off the question. "The point is, I'm here to warn you."

"Warn me?" he asked, deeply confused now.

"Yes, I just...I heard a rumor. It might not be true, but...you're such a nice, sweet, clever guy, and I just think you deserve better," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Stomach sinking, Remus tilted his head to the side, waiting. Who was Sirius dating now?

"I heard from my friend in Slytherin that Potter and Black have been running around snogging in broom cupboards," Amelia continued quickly, eyeing him for a reaction.

Remus thought about that for a moment, completely stunned. "Thanks, Amelia," he muttered. He had to get somewhere to think.

"Sorry I had to be the one to tell you. I know all of you are close," she chirped. "But if you're ever free-"

"Right, yeah," He cut her off and stood to leave. Before he knew it, he found himself walking toward the Common Room.

Sirius and James? That was impossible. They were close, yes. Closer than close. Obnoxious in the way they were literal soul mates. But they were also deeply platonic. Remus had never questioned that. Even when he questioned everything else.

So why was James rumored to be kissing Sirius in broom cupboards? Unless...

"Holy fuck!" he gasped in the middle of the corridor, ignoring the looks of indignation from nearby portraits.

Sirius wasn't the only person with the surname 'Black' at Hogwarts.

Turning on the spot, Remus started heading to the dungeons. He had to have a talk with Regulus Black.