#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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[my-castles-crumbling]

water - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 287

Face completely blank, Sirius took a shot of the clear liquid in front of him, swallowing it easily and looking around the room. “Alright, ask me a question,” he said confidently, slamming the tiny glass back down.

“Favorite color?” Peter asked immediately.

“Hm…Black. Or purple,” Sirius answered, face still emotionless. “Maybe green? No, brown!”

The three other boys mumbled and nodded.

“When my candy stash mysteriously disappeared last year…” Remus said, eyebrows narrowed.

“It wasn’t me!” Sirius insisted, eyes wide. “I swear!”

“I can’t tell if he’s lying,” Peter whispered loudly, staring at Sirius with confusion on his face.

James, however, decided to go for broke. “Out of everyone at Hogwarts, who do you wanna snog the most?”

“Moony,” Sirius answered without hesitation. In the same moment, his cheeks turned bright red, and he looked down.

“He got water,” Remus said flatly, trying to ignore the sinking in his stomach and the thrumming of his heart. “There’s no way he drank Veritaserum.”

“What makes you think that?” Peter asked, looking at Remus quizzically.

Remus snorted. “Because the only way he’d say he wanted to snog me is if it was a joke.”

Sirius, who still was looking down, looked up furiously and opened his mouth as if to argue. But James beat him to it. “Sirius, how tall are you?” he asked his friend, who shot him the dirtiest of looks.

“One hundred ei…” his face twisted and he swallowed violently, like he was compelled to do so. “One hundred seventy-two centimeters,” he murmured, an angry expression on his face.

“Nah, he got the Veritaserum,” James grinned, chuckling.

But Remus was far too busy to laugh as well. Because if Sirius got the Veritaserum, then that meant….

[gayeilgeoir]

Boss @taylorswiftmicrofic 285 words, Wolfstar and Jegulus

“I’m sick of him!” Sirius sighed exasperatedly, slamming a white envelope with a broken red wax seal down on the table and flopping angrily into the seat next to Remus.

“I beg your pardon?” Remus asked, picking up the envelope and seeing Regulus’s neat print on the front “What did he do this time?”

Sirius glared at him, arms folded across his chest like a stropping child. He grabbed the letter from Remus’s hands harshly, pulling out the scroll and unfurling it with a flourish. It appeared Sirius Black simply had to be dramatic even when he was utterly irate, he couldn’t escape it. It was his nature.

“Dearest Brother” Sirius began to read aloud, imitating Regulus’s slightly more pronounced French accent than his own “I have recently been told that you have decided to start dating Remus lupin, my best friend. This is truly unacceptable in my eyes, I cannot stand this betrayal. So I have decided to follow in your footsteps. Being told that you’re “the boss of me” and to “emulate your example” was something I had to listen to a few too many times as a child, and I fear it has somehow worn in. This time, I choose to emulate your example, and start shagging your best friend. You truly are a fabulous teacher in the art of being petty Sirius.

I bet Christmas at the potters will be far more interesting than usual now.

Love, your baby brother, James’s boyfriend

Reggie”

“Merlin” Remus laughed, clutching his sides in pain “I fucking love him”

“You’re supposed to be on my side moony!” Sirius groaned, standing up and walking towards the door “I’m going to go set the dungeons on fire”

(Op is under 18)

[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: name || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: ~210

“Her name is Selene,” Remus says as he hands a small green package to Regulus.

Regulus looks frightened, his hands moving uncertainly as he reaches out to take the small form wrapped in the cloth.

Regulus has always insisted on how much he dislikes children. They are noisy, they are dirty, and they take up too much time. But when the little body of Selene, the newest addition to the family, is in his arms, his expression instantly takes on a blissful look. Because now he is an uncle, now it is not just a child on the street or in a cafe, it is his brother's child and part of his family.

When the little body rests comfortably on the crook of his elbow, and the girl's warmth seeps through the fabric and touches his skin, the fear disappears from Regulus' eyes. When the first slurred sounds escape the baby's lips, his lips quiver and stretch into a smile.

When the newborn's bright blue eyes meet his green ones, Regulus says a cautious, “Hello, baby,” and reaches out with his free hand to touch the infant's soft skin.

James sees how, in seconds, the Regulus who swore he would never get close to children turns into a Regulus who would steal a star from the sky for the little person he holds in his arms.

[uhhlifeig]

First Kid - Jan. 19th - word count: 431 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“So,” Sirius started nervously. “I, uhm, did a thing.”

Remus exhaled, crossing his arms. “What happened this time when I was away teaching? Did you accidentally fly your motorcycle into another house?”

“Shuddup,” Sirius pouted. “No, I did something else.”

“And what is this… something else?” Remus asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Did you maybe sire a kid I wasn’t aware of in the six months I was away?”

Sirius flushed guiltily, looking away from his husband.

Remus’s jaw hit the floor. “You didn’t actually have a child with someone, did you? Because I swear to fuck that if you did-”

“No, no, nothing like that,” Sirius said hastily. “I would never cheat on you, Moony!”

“But you got a kid,” Remus frowned. “From where? Sirius, did you kidnap a child?”

“Well, no,” Sirius said slowly. “Not technically. I got him from an alleyway. Kid probably ran from home.”

“And you formed a bond with the child, correct?” Remus asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

Sirius nodded guiltily, looking very much like a kicked dog.

“Alright. So, if we’re adopting a child off the streets, can I at least meet said child?” Remus asked.

“Yeah, sure- wait, what?” Sirius said as the words registered. “You’re letting us adopt him?” 

“Of course, dummy,” Remus said, rolling his eyes fondly. “You’ve apparently bonded with said kid, and since you found him in an alleyway then I’m assuming he has nowhere else to go. We basically have to adopt him now.”

Sirius beamed. “I love you so much, Moonbeam,” he exclaimed. 

“Love you too. Now, do I get to meet the kid or not?”

“Oh, right. Teddy,” Sirius said, turning around. “You can come out now.”

A little head of bright teal hair poked out from the doorway. 

“Hullo,” the boy said. “I’m Teddy.” He toddled over to Sirius’s side, clinging onto his pant leg. Then, without warning, his hair turned bright pink.

“Sirius, why the hell does the child change hair colors?” Remus frowned. “Do we need to get that checked out?”

Sirius laughed. “No, Moons. He’s a Metamorphmagus. You know, like the people who can change their appearance at will? That’s why he was tossed out, actually. His parents are Muggles, so…” he trailed off.

“Ah. So, what I’m hearing is that we have a shapeshifting Marauder-in-training now.”

“Yep!” Sirius grinned. “Prongs and Lils are going to have a fit when I tell them. We’ll have two mini Marauders on our hands now, Remus, isn’t that great?”

“Very great. We’re giving him to Lily for the moons though, alright?” Remus sighed.

“Deal.”

[tealeavesandtrash]

Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: First I Love You - 289 words

The first time Remus says ‘I love you’ he doesn’t mean it. Sirius knows he doesn’t mean it because he’s half-asleep, fresh off the back of a full moon and obviously a little dopey from the pain potions. 

Sirius sits on the hospital bed next to him, recounting the day's events that Remus missed, Remus absentmindedly playing with Sirius’ hands while he talks—tracing random patterns on his skin with sluggish fingers. 

The hand-holding is new. It may be Sirius’ favourite thing about the recent development in their friendship. Or maybe it’s the kissing. Or the cuddling. It’s all his favourite. 

“You doing okay there, moonbeam?” (The pet names are also new and a contender for favourite thing.)

Remus’ eyes flicker up, lagging a moment behind with a hazy, lopsided smile. “M’okay.”

“You seem a little tired.”

Remus scrunches his face, gives an exaggerated shrug. Whatever Pomfrey pumped him up on has sent him halfway to Twinkle Town and it would be hilarious if he wasn’t so damn cute.

Sirius kicks off his shoes, swings his legs up onto the bed and Remus responds immediately. Despite all his gangly long limbs, Remus sleeps like a limpet. Curls into Sirius’ side and clings steadfast to him.

It comes as a muffled, half-asleep whisper as Remus drifts off. So quiet that Sirius isn’t sure he heard it properly.

‘I love you.’

And it's still early days, too early into their relationship to know for sure. (Except Sirius is sure, has been sure for ages.) And it is clearly some half-conscious ramblings that don’t mean anything and that Remus won’t remember.

But it’s enough for now. Enough to make Sirius’ heart skip a beat. Enough until he’s ready to say it back properly.

[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.

[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.

[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.”

[otterly-darling]

First Kiss

‘It’s late, I should get going.’

Sirius turned his head to look at Remus who, despite what he’d said, didn’t seem to be in any rush to leave.

‘You can stay if you want,’ he said. ‘I promise not to steal all the covers.’

Remus scoffed. ‘You say that every time and yet…’ he stood, stretching his back out, ‘Every time I wake up fucking freezing.’ He yawned, ‘I shouldn’t anyway, I’ve got work tomorrow and all my stuff’s at home.’

‘You should start leaving work stuff here.’ Sirius got up too, moving close enough to Remus that he could press his forehead onto Remus’ shoulder. Remus dropped his chin so it was reading on the crown of Sirius’ head and wrapped an arm around him.

‘Yeh. Maybe.’

They carried on standing there, neither one of them willing to be the first to move even though Sirius’ neck was getting sore and Remus wished he could slide his fingertips underneath the hem of Sirius’ jumper.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ Sirius said eventually, taking a step back but not enough that Remus would have to let go of him. He tilted his head up slightly to look at him.

‘I know,’ Remus smiled, ‘I don’t want to go.’ And as he spoke his eyes flickered down to Sirius’ lips the arm around Sirius’ waist tightened involuntarily.

The silence was loud. ‘Remus?’ Sirius whispered.

‘Yeh?’ Remus whispered back.

‘Do you want to kiss me?’

‘Yes,’ Remus closed his eyes. ‘So much.’

‘Oh thank God,’ Sirius breathed as he pushed up on his toes and finally, finally pressed their lips together.

@wolfstarmicrofic

[darkcademiasss]

[nina-s0]

Sirius: I'm getting out!

Remus: of the closet?

Peter: of remus?

James: of bed?

Sirius: ....

Sirius: of my parents house.

Regulus: Disappointing. Try the closet next time.

[my-castles-crumbling]

letter - Jegulus Microfic - background wolfstar - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 363

“So, boys,” Euphemia Potter said one night at the dinner table during the start of the holidays, “how was the first part of term? Anything eventful happen?”

Sirius and James exchanged glances. “Erm, no…” James answered, trying to keep his expression neutral. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his parents–not at all! He just knew they might not approve of all of his adventures. 

Sirius piped up. “You know us, just…really focused on classes.”

“Sure, sure,” Fleamont nodded from next to his wife. “Of course. It’s only…” He tilted his head to the side, like he was confused.

“Yes, it’s the strangest thing. I got a letter from Minerva McGonagall. You know how she’s a dear friend,” Euphemia said lightly.

James froze, keeping his eyes on his food. There were a million things McGonagall could have written to his mother about. How much trouble was he in?

“Yes, well. She wrote about how she keeps finding the two of you in broom closets together all around the school,” she continued, tone still light. “Do you know anything about that?”

But now James was actually confused. He looked at Sirius again, and back to his mother. “Erm..honestly, I don’t,” he answered awkwardly.

“Oh, boys, you know we accept you for who you are, don’t you?” Euphemia asked, eyes wide. “It’s really alright.”

“No, you don’t get it,” Sirius said, face red. “I’m dating Remus. We got together in September! So yeah, I’m bent, but not for James! That’s gross! Er, sorry, Prongs…”

“Nah, same here,” James mumbled, also turning red.

Fleamont, however, wrinkled his face in confusion. “Then why did McGonagall say that James was all over the castle with ‘Mister Bl-’ ow!”

Even though Euphemia elbowed him in the side to shut him up, it was too late. Slowly, dawning comprehension spread across Sirius’s face as James melted lower and lower into his chair, trying to avoid the mess in front of him. 

It was only then that Regulus, who had been sitting silently by Sirius’s side and enjoying the meal, finally spoke up. “Fuck,” he murmured, biting his lip and smirking a bit at James. “Guess that’s one way to tell them.