#wolfstar not so micro fic

[brigid-faye]

lie low micro fic - Wolfstar, canon compliant tears

Remus knows better than this.

Gods, he knows better than this. He knows fucking isn’t a substitute for talking and that everything they avoid by falling into bed is going to fester - he knows that. This relationship with this person was his first and most terrible lesson in that.

They should talk.

But.

It’s Sirius. The man in front of him is the blueprint of every weakness Remus has. He’s as sure to cave to Sirius as he is to turn with the moon.

So he gives in. He gives in again and again because this is his vibrant, brilliant, furious, first and greatest love. He caves because Sirius is a blank wall of misery unless Remus is touching him. They don’t talk. He tries to press words into Sirius’ body with his lips.

A kiss to the ribs - I’ve got you.

The hip - You’re safe.

Throat - Forgive me, love, forgive me.

He knows better than this, but he’s not going to do better. He’s going to keep kissing words into Sirius’ skin until he’s rewritten them both. Until he’s given Sirius so many words that maybe Sirius can give a few of them back.

I’ve got you.

You’re safe.

Forgive me.

Love.

[imsiriuslyreading]

every morning i wake up and have the same routine before i roll outta bed

i check discord to make sure nothings on fire, i message @xxxnoimsiriusxxx to show signs of life. i listen to voice notes from @motswolo and @solmussa giving me life updates and occasionally @lyrrosewrites crying or planning heinous fics

and then i come here and read as many wolfstar micro fics and drabbles and look at as much marauders art as my greedy eyes can find for the next 40 mins

i know i’m not a “get up at 5 go for a run and down a kale smoothie” girly but i am a “crying over how much remus and sirius love each other and being generally in awe over how talented people here are” girly and honestly i know which one id rather 🌙✨

(then i usually see someone’s smut and am quickly reminded it’s not yet 8am and i may in fact be vanilla so i get out of bed)

anyway have a nice day love u xo

[wylanlupin]

wolfstar micro fic - 655 words

genderfluid sirius black, jealous remus lupin, sirius black uses she/her and they/them pronouns, famous au, marauders are actors

The camera zooms into the scene, everyone is quiet, while they’re filming. Only Sirius and her scene partner Barty, are allowed to talk.

Remus is sitting on his chair, watching his girlfriend work. He loves watching Sirius act, they’re so talented and always put their everything in each scene. And he is truly in awe of her.

Lily is the holder of their camera today. Being in a film set so long, with all your friends, just screams to be filmed from their perspective. Everyday someone else is the “camera-holder” as James calls it.

Maybe the fans someday will get to see a little footage of it, but it’s more only for them. Their management team and filming team, are responsible for the footage the fans will have for behind the scenes and bloopers.

Remus is sipping on his ice matcha, with his whole focus on his girlfriend, that he doesn’t even realise that Lily is filming his face up close.

For the twelfth time in the last half hour, does Barty lean down and capture Sirius’ lips in his. He’s holding her face with both of his hands and pressing them against the wall.

It’s a very intense kissing scene and is taking way too long and too many takes, if you ask Remus.

“Cut!” Barty immediately takes a step back and Sirius drives her delicate fingers through her hair. A bright smile takes over her face, which releases a warm feeling in Remus’ chest. “Ok, we have it.” Their director says and the staff starts cleaning the scene.

Sirius is still talking to Barty, so Lily focus the video back on Remus. “How do you feel?”

“Much better now, knowing that this terrible scene is over. And I don’t have to watch Barty kissing my girl.” He grins at the camera and Lily can’t suspend her giggles. “And why is that?”

“Because this mother-“ he just mouths ”f_cker”before he speaks loudly again, “has a crush on Sirius and isn’t even a little subtle about it.”

It bothers Remus a lot, how open and vocal this idiot is about, being in love with Remus’ girlfriend. Lily just chuckles again and zooms into the conversation Sirius is having with Barty.

They’re shouting a series and at the moment, Barty is playing the boyfriend of Sirius’ character, but not for long. They already filmed the break up scene between the characters.

Right now though, has Sirius dressed in the short pink pyjama pants and a white crop shirt. In short, she looks absolutely stunning and Remus would love to ruin her hair, but it were Barty’s hands, that made them this dishevelled.

And the worst part is, that Remus can’t even be mad at Barty, because of course everyone has a crush on Sirius. Everyone here knows how attractive and pretty she is, everyone on set sees what a talented and stunning actress she is and everyone observe, how kind and selfless she is.

Remus can live with that, the whole fucking world loves her, but Barty? He could at least have the respect and not officially tell people how in love he is with them. It wouldn’t bother Remus so much, if he wouldn’t post and talk about her so often.

Finally, Sirius is coming over to Remus and sitting down on his lap. “Hey, my love.” She greets him and gives him a long kiss.

Remus is a simple man, of course he relaxes into her and wraps his arms around hers waist to keep her close. He forgets Barty, the second her tongue meets his.

A cough gets Sirius’ attention and she looks over at Lily, who holds the rolling camera in their faces. “Hi, Lils.” And Remus is not only a simple man, but also pathetic. He forgot about Lily, the camera and his matcha and only remembers those things, when Sirius leaves his lap.

[veganbutterchicken]

My recent wolfstar reads aka go read all of them if you haven't already

June: or how Sirius finally figured himself out by MarigoldWritesThings

A fic based on June’s prompts for wolfstar micro fic. Friends to lovers, Hogwarts seventh year. It was so beautiful that I didn’t want it to end.

Where There Is Smoke by moongnome

Victorian era, enemies to lovers wolfstar! One of the best enemies to lovers that I’ve read.

Bird Set Free by MollyMaryMarie

Figure skater Remus and coach Sirius. Remus is japanese and Sirius is russian. It’s such a perfect story.

52 Dates by B1ackCatChatsBack

Roommates AU. Remus, Mary and Peter have a bet to find someone until the next Valentine's Day. But Remus is in love with Sirius and Sirius is in love with Remus, and they’re too stupid to figure themselves out. It's still a WIP, but only one chapter is left.

Berlin Angel by de_sire

Strangers to lovers AU where Sirius is lonely and miserable in Berlin, until he meets a certain mysterious, curly-haired blond. Remus in this fic is so odd. I’m here for it.

[lulublack90]

About Me

Hi there, Lulu here.

I do have a real name but I prefer to go by Lulu on here and Ao3 so please use that.

I go by she/he/they. Call me what you want I don't mind. It changes day by day for me in the real world, but my friends and family don't know that.

I'm pansexual but again only a few people know that.

I'm in my 30's but have the maturity of a teenager unless I'm in parent mode when I have to pretend to be a grown-up (It does not last long!).

I am a huge huge huge Harry Potter fan (Fuck JK, she's a dick!) My house is full of so many HP-related items. In fact, I think every room has something in it, thank the gods my husband is also a massive nerd.

In case you can't tell I am Neurospicy. I am in the middle of getting diagnosed with ADHD and by that I mean I am procrastinating actually starting the process.

Now where was I?

Oh, yeah I like so much stuff I can't think what else to put here but yeah Harry Potter, mainly Marauders era but I love anything really.

My fav ships are Wolfstar (I've loved them since I was a young thing and didn't even know it was a thing." Jegulus (My new love.) Dramione (Lord have mercy) Drary (Lord I need more mercy) Pandalily (Meep!) Dorlene (Squeek!) I like Marylily as well but not as much, but I love them when I read them.

My asks are open and you can send me whatever you want, no hate please no one needs that in their life and Tumblr is my happy place don't spoil it.

Things that make me happy

You guys. Honesty it's Tumblr, I've only just really found this and all you amazing people who like my silly stories that I've only been writing regularly since December 23 when I found you all. My husband and son make me happy and so do my dogs and cats. I love watching storms and autumn. I read a lot, I crochet, I knit, I write. I am a huge fan of chocolate. If you give me chocolate I will be your friend.

Music

Bowie. Nuff said.

But yeah I like a lot of different stuff, it depends on my mood as to what I listen to. I drive my husband mad because I like songs by lots of people but I can't remember what they're called or who they're by.

Books

My all-time favourite book will always be Prisoner of Azkaban. It is my happy place.

My house is full and I mean full of books. I don't actually know how many I have but last time I estimated I had 300 in my bedroom alone. (There are piles of books in every room 😬)

ACOTAR!!!

Shows/movies

Harry Potter, The Martain, The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Hunger games, Twilight (Don't judge me they got me through a dark time.), How to train your Dragon, Disney anything, plus others there are so many and I'm bored of listing.

Good Omens, Schitts Creek, Parks and Rec, Bake off, Handmaids tale, It's always sunny, community, Harbin hotel, archer, vampire diaries. Plus more but yeah typing.

Okay I think I'm done but who knows I might add more if I remember.

Love you all

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My Ao3 List

These are my fanfics on my ao3

Bitten M- Remus, Sirius and James head to the forest for a fun full moon. Everything is going great until one of them has an accident. (This was the very first fanfic I wrote. It's okay.) Wolfstar. Complete.

The Prisoner T- Sirius Black has been wrongly imprisoned for 12 years. He's bided his time but now its time to escape and right the wrongs of the past.

The Prisoner of Azkaban as told by Sirius Black, filling in the gaps starting with his escape from Azkaban. Wolfstar. Complete.

The Cupboard E- Hiding from Filch and awaiting rescue things get a bit close in the cupboard between Remus and Sirius. Wolfstar smut one shot. Complete.

Birthday E(I think, I'm not good at telling) Sirius finds Remus alone in their dorm room instead of enjoying the party downstairs. Wolfstar. Complete.

The One That Got Away E- James agrees to throw a party at his house. Sirius asks to bring his little brother, how could that possibly affect James at all? Based on the micro fic series I wrote in January. Jegulus. Backcould Wolfstar. Complete.

Jegulus Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

Wolfstar Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

The Way They Were T - While Harry is clearning out Grimmauld Place he discovers that Wolfstar were a thing.

Love Hate and the Ability to Change M - Sirius is taking Remus to the hosital wing on the full moon and Regulus catches them kisses. After some rather nasty words Regulus tells Sirius something about himself.

The Way They Are M - Part two of The Way They Were. Harry and Draco spend more time together and Draco finds another box for Harry, this time from Remus.

[accio-sriracha]

"It was never not you."

A Wolfstar micro-fic

~~~♤~~~

And there Sirius was: his clothes and hair dripping from the rain, his eyes wide and his hands curled tightly into fists.

He was shaking, Remus couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from the fear. Probably both.

"I'm sorry." Sirius whispered again, "You don't have to accept it. I know I haven't given you very many reasons to. But I am. I swear I am. These last twelve years have been torture for me, Moons. I'm sorry I let you down. I don't expect you to forgive me or to let me make it up to you, but I hope you'll give me the chance to try."

Remus stayed silent.

He wanted to tell him everything, wanted to confess that a life without Sirius was never a life at all. He wanted to tell him that it didn't matter how long he needed to wait, he would always wait, he would wait for Sirius until the end of time if he needed to.

Remus knew Sirius wanted an answer. He wanted to know if Remus could ever be friends with him again.

But it was more than that. Remus didn't want to go back to the way things were, to the nervous touches and shy silence. He wanted more, he wanted everything. If he had to endure more time without Sirius than he'd ever spent with him then he didn't want to waste another moment.

But how could Remus explain the emotions swirling inside of him?

How could he explain that his love of anything in this bleak, dull world came from his love of this man?

How could he explain that he started smoking again just to keep the panic attacks at bay? That if he closed his eyes it was almost like they were kids again, young with nothing to lose but each other, sharing a cigarette under the light of the half moon.

How could he explain the weight he had lost? He'd spent years timing his meals with Sirius' to make sure he was actually eating, and once that was gone he couldn't seem to bring himself to do it anymore.

How could he explain that he couldn't manage to step foot in the library or the three broomsticks again, knowing he would scan the tables for his old best friends?

How could he explain that he still searched for Sirius in the strangers passing by? He searched for shining silver eyes and jet black hair, for muggle rock band shirts and the glint of the white gold in his jewelery.

How could he explain the pain in hearing Sirius' name whispered by people around him? The pain in reading about him in the papers.

And how was he to explain the nightmares that had consumed him? When he woke every morning for the better half of a decade with Sirius' name falling from his lips, the memory of his touch like ghosts on his skin.

Would Sirius understand the desperation crawling up inside of him? Would he understand this hunger, this need to have him close and never let him go again?

But even if he knew how to say all of this, he knew he couldn't get the words out. Staring at Sirius, seeing his emotions so raw and his heart laid out for Remus, it was too much.

So he did the only thing he could think of

He leaned forward... and kissed him.

Sirius didn't startle the way he'd expected him to. He didn't jump, didn't shy away or stand confused and still.

He kissed him back.

And there was that desperation Remus had felt for nearly twenty two years, since the moment he first laid eyes on Sirius.

It was gripping clothes and tears mixed with raindrops and oh so utterly perfect.

"I love you." Remus whispered, he knew he should have waited, but they'd done their waiting hadn't they? "I love you, Sirius. I love you so fucking much."

He kissed him again, relishing in the mumbled 'I love you too' against his lips.

And in that moment, in this rain, he knew he would never feel anything as strongly as he did now. A love to overpower the twelve years of grief and regret and betrayal. A love to make him whole again.

"I'm never letting you go." Remus told him as they lay together later that night, Sirius tucked safely in his arms.

"Good, because I think I'd die if you did." Sirius whispered back.

"How long have you known?" Remus tucked a strand of hair behind Sirius' ear, "That it was me you loved."

Sirius smiled, a bright smile that made Remus' chest tighten,

"Moony... it was never not you."

~~~♤~~~

[jamespotterlovesreggie]

Holiday - a Jegulus /Wolfstar/Rosekiller Micro fic

James was absolutely gobsmacked when he found out that Regulus ,Sirius ,Remus ,Barty and Evan had never been on holiday so he managed to convince his parents to take them on the family holiday ,Effie and Monty were more than happy to take them along to their trip to Bali .

Sirius , Barty and Evan were so ecstatic Remus was as calm as usual but Regulus on the other hand wasn't as enthusiastic but after a few words of reassurance from James he came round to the idea although he did have to admit he was slightly excited about the thought of sharing a hotel room with James and not having to share with Sirius and Remus.

Effie and Monty insisted that they flew over in a muggle plane, Which was Regulus' idea of hell but he soon fell asleep with his head on James' shoulder .

" Jamie" Regulus mumbled " Yes Reggie " he replied.

" Can we send my mother and father some of the pictures we take on this holiday " Regulus said quietly .

"Of course baby " James said softly. " You promise ?" " I promise " .Since he left home he was constantly looking for ways he could disappoint his so called parents and James was always there to help because he hated Walburga and Orion as much as Regulus did.

They finally landed as got off the plane James took in the way Regulus' eyes lit up upon seeing the view.

" MOONY LOOK " Sirius exclaimed ,Remus already scared to see what his boyfriend was looking at but he relaxed when he realised that Sirius was staring at the beach " It looks stunning pads" Remus said already grabbing his boyfriends hand .

Barty and Evan were most excited to get to the hotel so they could grab their swimming gear and go in the sea but they were even more excited at the sleeping arrangements .Effie and Monty in room no.1, Sirius and Remus in room no.2 , James and Regulus in room no.3 so they got room no.4 .

Effie and Monty were going on a hike so all the boys decided they were going to the beach , Barty and Evan were immediately in the water and they were shortly followed by Sirius and Remus (it took a lot of convincing to get Remus to get in the water) whilst James and Regulus sunbathed on the beach .

" I could lay here for days with you Reg" said James potter sweetly while looking at his boyfriend like a lovesick puppy.

" I could too Jamie but we need to start heading back so we can wash off all the sand before meeting your parents for dinner "Regulus said whilst brushing some of the sand as James got up with him he pecked him on lips .

The others finally got out of the water before they all walked back to the hotel to get ready for dinner and that was their first day of their holiday. The next week flew by but James kept his promise to Regulus ,They took some photos by the waterfall nothing too daring just sweet little kisses that he knew his parents would hate after all, his parents hated it when he was happy and that's what he was with James as a matter of fact he wasn't just happy with James he was in love .

The next day when the got home the first thing they did was send an owl with an envelope to No.12 Grimmauld Place containing the photos of their amazing holiday in Bali .

[mcdynamite]

Dream

Little late posting this, but written for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt for February 4th: Dream. Sort of failed miserably at the "micro"fic part, but here you go! 3.3k of Wolfstar! (CW for mention of The Prank, but the story takes place months after it actually happens. Happy/hopeful ending guaranteed!)

Now posted to AO3!

The Gryffindor Common Room is uncannily quiet late at night, long after its many residents have retreated to the safety of their beds. What is ordinarily a bustling, cacophonous space becomes one of stillness… of silence.

But Remus has never minded the quiet.

On the contrary, he quite likes it – the way he can hear the crackling of the hearth as it radiates warmth into the large, empty space. Sometimes, on nights when sleep is even more elusive than usual, he finds himself sitting on the plush couch nearest the fire, keeping the tower’s resident fire-dwelling salamanders company.

Tonight is one of those nights, and he’s only just turned to the next chapter in his novel when he hears the soft padding of footsteps coming down the stairwell from the boys’ dormitories.

He’s not terribly surprised to see that the boy who emerges from the shadows is one he knows quite well. Achingly well, if he’s honest.

Sirius looks exhausted and skittish when he steps into the firelight, and he jumps, slightly, when he lays eyes on Remus, who stares silently up at him from where he’s lounging on the couch. A year ago, one of them would have made a quip about not being able to sleep as they settled in comfortably beside each other, words long having ceased to be necessary.

But this isn’t a year ago. This is now, and even though Remus forgave Sirius for his ill-conceived “prank” on Severus Snape some time ago, things are still different. They’ve been different ever since that night, even after their reconciliation following James’s frantic Floo call to Remus’s cottage on the night Sirius ran away from home.

They’ve only been back at Hogwarts for a few weeks, and though Remus is loath to admit it, the two of them still seem to be finding their footing with each other.

This isn’t a year ago, and Remus knows that’s why Sirius stops short when he first enters the room.

“Remus,” Sirius says softly. His voice is hoarse from sleep, tainted with an edge of guilt Remus desperately wishes weren’t there.

“Hi,” Remus breathes. He closes his book – offers Sirius a small smile. “You’re up awfully late.”

Sirius smiles hesitantly, his eyes darting around the room like he’s waiting for something awful to come leaping out of the shadows. He’s like this often, now – ever since he ran away – and even after weeks of seeing him like this, it doesn’t break Remus’s heart any less. “I’m sorry,” Sirius mutters. “I didn’t know you’d be down here. I can go, if you-”

“No, don’t,” Remus interjects quickly, because even after everything, Remus craves Sirius’s presence like a sprout craves sunlight. Sirius still looks hesitant, so Remus pats the cushion beside him. “Really, Sirius, it’s okay.”

We’re okay, Remus wants to say, only he doesn’t, for fear of being proven wrong.

Still, Sirius flounders for a bit, and Remus wonders if the other boy is really going to flee back up the stairs, after all. But eventually, Sirius sighs and makes his way over, sitting a foot or so away on the other side of the couch.

It’s yet another thing that’s changed, in the last few months. A year ago, Sirius would’ve sat so close they’d be touching from ankle to shoulder – practically on Remus’s lap. Remus quickly pushes the thought away, because if he thinks about it for too long, he may do something terribly embarrassing like cry. Instead, he focuses on the much more important problem at hand, which is the fact that Sirius is still plenty close enough for Remus to notice the trembling in his hands.

Remus swallows and stares at his friend’s shaking fingers, feeling rather wrong-footed. He hates this – God, he fucking hates this. He hates that Sirius is hurting. He hates that things are so strange between them, nowadays. He hates that the strangeness does nothing but make Remus feel like he’s missing a limb – trying to walk without a leg – and that it makes him feel unable to comfort someone who means more to him than anyone could possibly imagine. More than Remus has even admitted to himself.

“Sirius,” Remus says, setting the book on the table beside the couch. “Are you alright?”

The question makes Sirius curl in on himself, and Remus waits patiently for a response, if he’s going to get one at all.

“I-” Sirius starts, then cuts himself off with a sigh. “Yeah, I… it’s fine, Rem. Just a bad dream. You know how it goes.”

Remus does know how it goes, is the thing. He knows better than anyone, because he and Sirius have been sharing the darkest hours of the nights for years after bad dreams – after visions of glowing yellow eyes and sharp teeth have Remus waking in a cold sweat, and memories of shouted curses do the same to Sirius. They’ve talked each other through the aftermath. Held each other at the worst of times, occasionally waking up the next morning so tangled together that Remus couldn’t tell where he ended and Sirius began.

But they don’t do that anymore. Not since…

Remus doesn’t want to think about that, right now.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I know.”

There’s a long pause before Sirius speaks again.

“You know…” Sirius says tiredly. “I’m not sure I can remember the last time I had a good dream.”

The statement takes Remus by surprise, not because he’s surprised to hear that Sirius feels this way, but because he’s surprise to hear Sirius say it. It feels dangerously close to opening up, and that’s something the two of them haven’t done with each other in a long, long time.

“There are nights where I don’t really dream, or at least, not that I remember, you know?” Sirius continues. “But I can’t remember the last time I dreamt about something that was good. Something that made me happy.”

Remus’s heart beats unsteadily in his chest, because this, strangely enough, is not something he can relate to. Remus does have good dreams, on occasion, and a great many of them feature the boy with whom he is currently sharing a couch. He’s done his best to shove them to the back of his mind, whenever he wakes up from them. He relegates them to that ever-expanding box of Sirius-related memories that would be better off forgotten and moves on, only now… Sirius is right beside him, prodding at the box with long, aristocratic fingers, and Remus can feel the lid beginning to slip.

But he’s been silent for too long, and he should know better, because Sirius Black has never been able to resist filling a silence. “Do you have good dreams, Moony?” he asks softly.

Remus won’t lie, but that doesn’t mean he has to tell the whole truth. “Sometimes,” he says noncommittally, praying that will be enough of an answer for Sirius.

It’s not. Of course, it’s not.

“Yeah?” Sirius asks, turning sideways to face him – one elbow propped up on the back of the couch and a knee resting on the cushions between them. “What about?”

“Mundane things, really,” Remus answer diplomatically. “Everything’s so awful, out there in the real world, for people like me. Sometimes I dream that I just… disappear. Get a little cottage somewhere off the beaten path, with a garden, and a crup or a kneazle, and I can just sort of… exist, you know?”

It’s all true, even if he’s leaving out the most important parts. The part about Sirius being there with him, cooking dinner together in a tiny kitchen. The part about the bed he shares with a boy with long, wavy black hair and shining grey eyes, that leave him waking up hard and aching with want.

He swallows, and Sirius studies him for what feels like an eternity. Remus is certain that his face must be giving something away. He’s never been particularly good at poker.

“Sounds lonely,” Sirius murmurs, and it cuts through Remus like a knife.

It is, he wants to say. It is, because at least before, I could trick myself into thinking that maybe I wasn’t so crazy. That maybe you could be there, after all.

Instead, he says, “It’s not. Not always, at least. Sometimes I’m not alone.”

There’s a flicker of something sad and haunted in Sirius’s eyes. “Good,” he whispers. “I don’t want you to be alone, Moony. You don’t deserve that.”

Remus blinks at him – barely even thinks before uttering, “Neither do you.”

He nearly chokes on all of the words left unsaid in the silence that follows. There’s a palpable tension in the air, and Remus wonders if perhaps it’s all in his head or if Sirius can feel it too – if Sirius can feel the crushing, all-consuming weight of Remus’s love for him, attempting to bully its way out of Remus’s throat and into the open, like water testing the integrity of an overburdened dam.

Sirius’s gaze is a weighty thing, when it finally settles on Remus again. “Your dream sounds nice,” Sirius says. Remus feels his eyes begin to sting. “Practical, but sort of cozy. Like you.” His ears turn crimson when he says the last, and Remus has to wonder whether he meant to say it at all.

“You could do it too, you know,” Remus says tightly. “There’s nothing stopping you.”

There’s another pause – a long one.

“We could do it together,” Sirius says.

He’s poking that box of memories, again, and this time, the lid goes tumbling off.

Remus laughs wetly and quickly brushes away a tear he never granted permission to fall. “Sometimes we do,” he confesses. “When I dream about it.”

He glances at Sirius, who’s looking at him with wide, teary eyes, and finds that he can’t stop now that the lid is off the box, now that the dam has begun to crack under the pressure.

“Sometimes you come with me,” he says, voice shaking. “And you laugh at me when I fuss over the garden. You bring that muggle record player you have and never turn it off. And sometimes we quarrel about dinner, or whose turn it is to feed the crup, but we’re-” Remus’s voice breaks, and he sniffles. “We’re happy.”

He feels a bit like he’s losing his mind when he finishes, and he can’t bring himself to look at Sirius. It’s as close to a full confession as Remus will ever get, and Sirius is an idiot, sometimes, but he’s not stupid. He’ll be able to put two and two together, and then Remus’s secret – the only one he’s kept closer to his chest than his lycanthropy – will be out. Exposed like a wound that will never fully heal.

Sirius’s voice is strained and soft, when he speaks again. “Remus,” he croaks. “Remus, I…”

He never finishes the thought, and Remus’s blood begins to burn with shame.

But then… Sirius murmurs something else. “Remus, I want that.”

They’re the words Remus has been longing to hear for years, but dismissing them is astonishingly easy.

“You don’t mean that,” Remus says flatly.

“I do, though.”

“No, Sirius, you don’t,” Remus snaps, rising to his feet. “You don’t know what you’re saying – what I’m saying. You don’t know what you’re agreeing to, it’s-”

“No, Remus, listen to me,” Sirius pleads. He reaches out, nimble fingers encircling Remus’s wrist, and Remus freezes. It’s the first time they’ve touched each other beyond an accidental bump in the halls since the night of the prank, and his skin suddenly feels too tight for his body. He’s so shocked, he can’t even bring himself to resist when Sirius pulls him back down to sit on the couch again, much closer this time. Their knees brush against each other, and the contact burns hot like a brand.

Remus looks at Sirius – meets his gaze properly – and is stunned to find that his grey eyes are filled with tears.

“I know what you mean,” Sirius insists. “And I mean what I’m saying, Remus, surely you know that.”

“Sirius, it’s just a dream,” Remus counters tearfully. His heart is dangerously close to cracking open right there inside his chest, and he’s not ready. God, he’s not ready to have his heart broken by the conversation he knows is coming. “And you’re not… you don’t feel that way about me. Not like I do for you.”

“Remus,” Sirius whispers, soft and urgent, like Remus is the one breaking his heart, and not the other way around. “Everyone knows. Everyone knows that I- that I-” He can’t seem to get the words out, but Remus knows what his imagination wants to fill in at the end of the sentence. Two words that simply cannot be true.

Until Sirius Black, unpredictable as ever, does what Remus has never, in four impossibly long years, been able to do.

“Everyone knows that I love you, Remus,” Sirius says, tears streaking down his alabaster cheeks. “Everyone except you.”

Remus forgets how to breathe. “What?”

Sirius sniffles and releases his grip on Remus’s wrist in favor of tangling their fingers together. “I have no right to say that, Moony, I know that. I do. Especially not after… what I did last year. But Gods, I- I can’t do this any longer. I’ve been disowned by my family, Remus, I haven’t talked to Reggie in months, and I’ve still never missed anyone as much as I’ve missed you.”

Remus shakes his head, unable to believe what he’s hearing with his own ears. “Sirius, we talk to each other every day-”

“But we don’t, do we?” Sirius argues, desperate. “Not like we used to. Not like I wish we did. It’s different, now.”

“Of course it’s different!” Remus hisses, his fingers tightening around Sirius’s, even as his own heart tries to pull away. “It’s- I can’t… I’m not…” He huffs in frustration and fails miserably at blinking back the tears that won’t stop coming. Sirius looks utterly devastated when Remus glances at him.

“I know,” Sirius mutters brokenly. “I know, Remus. You can say it.”

Remus takes a shaky breath, and he thinks of all the things he’s wanted to say to Sirius for the last few months – all the questions he’s never asked – but they’re questions he knows Sirius won’t have answers for. Sirius will never be able to tell him why he sold Remus out to Snape, that night, because Sirius doesn’t know why. That much has been clear from the moment it happened.

So Remus doesn’t ask. What he says, instead, is this:

“I don’t understand why it had to be you,” Remus whispers, and he can’t look at Sirius’s face, right now, so instead he looks at their joined hands. “That’s the most fucked up part of this whole mess, Sirius. When I think about it…” He pauses. “When I think about things that I wish were different, my first thought is never that I wish the whole prank never happened – it’s that I wish it had been someone, anyone, other than you who did it.”

Sirius is silent – head bowed and hand shaking in Remus’s grasp, despite how tightly they’re clinging to each other.

“I know it sounds mad, but it’s true,” Remus continues. “Because I love James, and Peter, and Lily – you know I do – but not…” He takes a deep breath and raises his eyes to meet Sirius’s. God, what a messy, tragic pair they make.

He squeezes Sirius’s hand.

“Not like I love you.”

Sirius’s breath hitches softly, his red-rimmed grey eyes flitting back and forth across Remus’s face while the words hang in the air between them. The silence is deafening, ringing with the truths that have finally been voiced after years of silence – that Remus and Sirius’s relationship has never been quite like the others. That it’s always been a different sort of love.

Of course, it’s Sirius who ultimately shatters the silence, and Remus hardly has time to register what’s happening before Sirius chokes out a sob and launches himself into Remus’s arms, clambering into Remus’s lap and wrapping around him like a koala. The broken apologies that emerge between sobs are the final blow to Remus’s fractured heart, and he feels the moment it cracks open, bleeding desperation into every cell in his body. He winds his arms around Sirius’s body and holds him close – just like he used to after their worst nightmares – and stops trying to fight the tears.

“I’m sorry, Remus, I’m so sorry,” Sirius pleads, breaths ghosting over the exposed skin of Remus’s neck. “Please, Remus, you have to believe me. I’m so sorry. Forgive me. Please.” I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Remus knows – he’s always known – and he forgave Sirius a long time ago, only because he knew Sirius would never forgive himself.

“I know,” Remus murmurs, holding Sirius so tightly he’s nearly surprised Sirius has any air left to speak. “And I do. It’s okay. We’re…” He pauses, because, he wants to tell Sirius that they’re okay, but they’re not. Not really. Not yet. “We’ll be okay, Sirius. We will. I swear it.”

He hears Sirius let out a shuddering breath, but he feels, more than hears, Sirius murmur into the skin of his neck, “I love you.”

“I know,” Remus says again, burying his face in the crook of Sirius’s neck, where the soft wool of his sweater gives way to smooth skin. Sirius’s arms tighten around his middle. “I love you, too.”

“I want-” Sirius starts, interrupted by a soft hiccup. “I want to have good dreams again, Moony.” His voice sounds so small – like that of a child – and it makes Remus ache.

Slowly, gently, Remus extricates himself from Sirius’s grasp so he can look Sirius in the eye. His hand hardly feels like his own when he lets it rest against Sirius’s flush cheek, brushing away the still-falling tears with a careful swipe of his thumb.

They’ve shared a bed dozens of times, before. Spent entire evenings on this very couch with Remus’s head in Sirius’s lap while they laughed with their friends. Sirius is straddling him right now, in this very moment, but this – Remus cradling Sirius’s face in his hand, stubbornly thumbing away tears while they stare at each other, gazes open and honest in a way they’ve never been, even before the prank – is undeniably the most intimate thing they’ve ever done.

And Remus knows, now, what he’s denied for so long – that there will always, always be a part of him that loves Sirius Black, and miraculously, he thinks Sirius may always love him, in return. It may not be tonight, but one day, Sirius will gather the shards of Remus’s heart and put it back together. Breathe love into it like oxygen. And Remus will do the same for him.

Maybe they can start right now.

“You will,” Remus says softly, a wobbly smile on his lips. “But for now, you can borrow mine, if you’d like.”

Sirius’s eyes widen with wonder, and God, Remus loves him. He loves him so much it hurts.

Remus doesn’t know this, yet, but in two years, the two of them will lay together in their bed and bicker teasingly about who kissed who first. Remus will claim that it was Sirius who first leaned in, and Sirius, ever the contrarian, will say the opposite. But they’ll smile through the playful disagreement, and sooner or later, the argument will end with one of them cheekily fitting their lips together in a successful attempt at distraction.

But this isn’t two years from now. Not yet. So for now, Remus doesn’t particularly care whether it’s him or Sirius who initiated it. His only cares in the world are that Sirius tastes like mint toothpaste, and his lips are soft and pliant against Remus’s own, and that their first kiss is a little wet with tears and a little devastating, but still perfect.

It’s perfect because it’s them – RemusandSirius – and for now, that’s enough.

For now, Remus Lupin kisses Sirius Black and smiles, because for the first time in a long time, he knows that his favorite dreams are finally, finally within reach.

[mccallw]

wolfstar micro fic January 05 & 06 - queen & bond

Oh, Remus is so fucked. So, so fucked.

What was he thinking, inviting Sirius to a Queen concert? That it’d be a great opportunity to bond? I mean– sure, but not when Sirius shows up with a crop top, eyeliner and starry eyes.

He hasn’t been able to focus on the concert at all. Just Sirius. On how excited he is, his radiant smile, the way he sings every song at the top of his lungs, the way he dances, grabbing Remus hands and making him dance with him and laughing, loud and jovious, the way the heat has made him put his long hair in a bun, how the sweat has made little hairs stick to his forehead, everything, everything Sirius.

This might be the one and only time Remus watches Queen live, and he can only stare at this lovely boy he invited with him to this concert. Who would’ve thought, that someone he met randomly one day at a coffee shop, would invoke such intense feelings on him, so suddenly?

He’s doomed but he does not care, not when ‘Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy’ starts playing, and Sirius gasps and sings looking at him, eyes bright and locked on him.

He definitely does not care when he pulls Sirius by his wrists and cups his face with both of his hands, thumb stroking red-tinted, warm, soft, cute cheeks. He feels Sirius breath hitch, but their eyes never leave each other. It’s a silent question, and even with the loud music blasting through the arena and the loud screams of the crowd ringing in their ears, nothing else matters but this moment.

A silent question that Sirius answers by tilting his head just slightly up, nudging his nose with Remus’ and closing his eyes delicately. A small, hot, breathy “yes” is whispered against his lips and Remus does not care, and so he closes the gap between them.

It’s a sweet kiss. Short, slow, sweaty, innocent. It’s lovely. It’s probably the one and only time Remus will be at a Queen concert, and he does not care that he hasn't paid any mind to it.

All there is, is Sirius.

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@wolfstarmicrofic

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yesterday i didn't have time to write, so i merged the prompt from yesterday with the one for today to make up for it :)

[my-castles-crumbling]

If you could recommend any fics with Jegulus and Wolfstar and the whole gang? I just have gotten into the fandom and I’m really loving the micro fics I see with these characters and would love to see everyone in one Hogwarts, Harry Potter universe ear fic (if that made any sense)

And also just thank you thank you so much for everything you do for us. You’re constantly answering all of our asks and helping everyone with their needs but please remember to be kind to yourself and do not be afraid to also reach out for any help you need and I’m sure many people would agree that if you aren’t in the right place to help others with their stuff please make sure to put yourself first! ❤️❤️ love you and your work!

Hi love! I have a list of recs on my pinned post, have you checked those out? Let me know if you need more!

And thank you so much for the love, I really appreciate it <3

[londondziban]

hey y'all! feel free to leave me writing prompts in my asks! whether they be jegulus, wolfstar, rosekiller, or just general prompts I can turn into micro fics, I'd really appreciate it! I'm in a bit of a writing slump due to wisdom surgery recovery, so a bit of inspiration would be lovely! :)

[brigid-faye]

Wolfstar, POA micro fic (canon-compliant), Remus POV

Remus wants to be able to say that he doesn’t recognize the face on the wanted posters.

The hair’s all wrong. That face is sunken and gaunt. He’s sure old classmates would say that, for better or worse (definitely worse), Black always had a certain fire in his eyes, and there’s no hint of that now, 12 years later.

But Remus knew him well enough to know that wasn’t completely true. When Black was deeply stressed that fire went out. Remus could be looking right at him but knew the other young man (boy, gods, they were so young) was gone, vanished to some corner of himself where he thought no one could reach him.

In school it happened after nasty letters from home. Then, later on, when Regulus died. And at Effie and Flea’s funerals.

So the first time Remus sees that face - that expression - on a poster he doesn’t think:

What a monster.

Instead, overruled by the 17 year old in his chest, he thinks:

Let me help you.

But Black was out of reach of any help Remus had to offer back then, and he's impossibly farther now.

He hates himself for the impulse to try.

[cancerravenclaw]

knots.

a wolfstar micro-fic: 511 words.

inspired by tequila and listening to folklore, so yes, angst is implied. dedicated to anyone who ties themselves up in knots.

Sirius used to feel fate like an instrument beneath his fingers. Content to sit there plucking away at the marionette strings that tugged him this way and that, happy to give way to the pendulum swing of it all. Going and flowing, calling it his will.

The first string of fate was made up of shiny gold knotted around his pinky finger, tugging at him gently and beckoning him towards a good thing. A safe path to follow; a yellow-brick road he clacked down in his magic ruby slippers. There was no need to worry about where it led—just put one foot in front of the other. Step, and step, and step again. He’d seen the movie after all; he knew the ending, had memorized it by heart. It wasn’t until his feet ached and his breath came short that he looked up to find himself lost—a stranger in a land he didn’t belong to.

The yellow-brick road turned to cement, his slippers no longer offered him a there’s no place like home. Home wasn’t here. Home wasn’t anywhere.

The string turned silver and then black. A step backward and it snapped.

Left in that limbo of abandonment and freedom, Sirius felt the tug of the next and followed, not thinking twice about the way it yanked him forward headfirst, offering him only a chance, a run down a steep path. One that had him chasing and chasing with the promise of new and this one must be right. What had he gotten lost for if not to be found?

So he closed his eyes and just swung, a trust fall with nothing to catch him but a fraying thread of fate.

The give was sudden, the crash was harsh. On the ground with nothing but scraps of what remained of his fates, Sirius scrambled on hands and knees to clutch what was left—binding his own hands with loose ends. Tying himself and the threads of fate cut short into knots and knots and knots. Ties that wouldn’t hold, that slipped and pulled apart when he tried to stand, tried to move.

He hoped that maybe if he just offered himself bound and gagged for the next string to do as it willed, it might not leave him directionless again. Begging to be drug forward with the sour taste of dirt and shame in his mouth, Sirius resigned himself to let it just for reprieve from the heaviness. He found himself looking up at the sky, just begging for that great puppeteer to reach down and just give him one more chance. Give him another part to play. Give him another reason—lift him up and swing him one way or the other.

And then came Remus with nimble fingers and precise eyes, tugging and pulling at the knots until the binds were gone. Sirius looked down at his wrists—scarred and bloody and rubbed raw from it all.

But they were his and they were free.

There were no more strings.

Remus reached out in offering, and Sirius reached back.

A love without reign.

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

"micro"fic | wolfstar | prompt: jumper | word count: 1,940

Sirius has a sudden fascination with knitted jumpers, more specifically, Remus’ knitted jumpers. It doesn’t match up with anything else Remus knows about him. He still wears his leather jacket, still wears his eyeliner, still wears his platform boots. He still acts “punk rock”. He is still the same infuriatingly attractive and constantly flirting Sirius Black. The only thing that has changed, is occasionally, he will swap out his band tee or muggle hoodie for knitted jumpers.

Sirius thinks nobody has noticed. But his not-so-subtle actions have not gone unnoticed. Not just by Remus, but the rest of their friends as well, which means Remus isn’t imagining things or taking it out of context. Lily brought it up during their last study session, using it to tease Remus mercilessly, almost making him regret telling her about his crush. Peter questioned him about it when they found Sirius wearing Remus’ favorite jumper that he won’t let anybody else wear, but Remus hadn’t said anything to the older boy. Even James, who is oblivious about most things right in his face, came to Remus asking about the “wearing each other’s clothes” thing. That alone had made Remus blush, even though there was nothing to it. Sirius is merely wearing his clothes; they aren’t together or anything.

He has been antagonizing over this since they returned to school for fifth year. It was only last month that James brought up the “wearing each other’s clothes”, and now Sirius is in his mind almost constantly. So much so, that he’s struggling to focus in class because he’s wondering where Sirius found the jumper he is currently wearing, and why he is seeking out Remus’ specifically. Peter has knitted jumpers, even James has a handful. It’s not like there aren’t any other options laying around.

“You know, mate, if you keep wearing Moony’s jumpers, he snot going to have any left to wear.” James comments one day while they are sprawled out in their courtyard. It’s not technically theirs, but hardly anybody else deigns to intrude in what appears to be “the Marauders space” lest the get pranked for it. At least it allows them to talk publicly without fear of being overheard.

Like now, if only the topic of conversation hadn’t been silently agreed to be a taboo topic. Sirius freaks out over the smallest things, things that he does mostly unconsciously—which Remus suspects this whole ordeal might be—but when he is made aware that others know, he rushes to keep it quiet. He thinks it is a trigger response from living in that house, where his mother is constantly pointing out his “flaws” and “wrongdoings” and expected them resolved by merely mentioning them.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t have the reaction Remus would have expected. Instead of shouting or jumping up and running away or deflecting or starting a fight, Sirius blushes. He blushes! Remus has never seen Sirius embarrassed before—he is always larger than life, untouchable. He made himself that way as yet another trauma response. If anything makes him even the slightest bit uncomfortable, he blusters his way through or runs from it. He certainly doesn’t blush.

Sirius Black blushing is a beautiful sight to behold. His cheeks and his entire neck flare red, contrasting beautifully against his pale skin. Honestly, it looks kind of painful, like he is burning up from the inside, and Sirius probably feels the same, but he hasn’t moved, he hasn’t said a word. Sirius is blushing, but he isn’t trying to avoid the confrontation. Remus did that. Inadvertently, Remus did that. A thrill rushes through him at the idea of making Sirius blush again, this time on purpose. This time, by himself, not through proxy of James.

A handful of opportunities have come and gone without Remus mustering enough courage to seize them.

The first time, all four of them were in the dorm room a week after James made “The Comment”. Sirius had been stilted and awkward around Remus the entire time. Even with James, who never has trouble breaking through his protective shell. The older boy is walking around the room in only his pyjama bottoms. When he reached for Remus’ jumper however, he ground to a halt. A faint blush bloomed across his ears, but spread no further. Probably because of the inner turmoil and self-berating he was doing. One voice—probably his mothers’—telling him to stop wearing another boy’s clothes because it isn’t “normal”, and the other fighting back, albeit weakly, because “why not?”.

Unknown to the others, Remus is also fighting his own mind. He could easily intervene, put Sirius’ mind at ease. A simple mention that he doesn’t care if Sirius wears his jumpers, that it isn’t weird or abnormal or any of the horrible things his mind is telling him it is. That he would even enjoy if he were to continue wearing Remus’ jumpers, because… well, he isn’t ready for a Sirius meltdown TM, so he keeps his mouth sealed. Even as for the first time since they returned for the term, Sirius chooses Jame’s hoodie. He pretends it doesn’t sting as much as it does, and even smiling back at James’ reassuring one.

The second time, they were in the library. They were supposed to be studying for their upcoming transfiguration practical, but none of them could focus. James kept staring into space, a faint smile on his face. Peter was drafting plans for a chocolate frog race bracket. And Sirius… well, Sirius was actually focused on the book in front of him. Though he hasn’t turned the page in over an hour, so Remus suspects it is simply to avoid looking at him.

Because ever since what Remus has dubbed as “The Incident”, Sirius hasn’t been acting the same around him. While he and James have recovered, Sirius is still withdrawn, awkward, tense, uneasy, and skittish around Remus. He hates it, and he hates James for putting this rift between them, even unintentionally. But also, he hates that it confirms his apprehensions, that Sirius doesn’t feel the same. Because if he is freaking out over merely wearing the same clothes—which is something all of them do anyway, whether it be school shirts, ties, socks, even trousers—then he would hardly be okay with holding hands and kissing.

Eventually, Sirius begins to wear the jumpers again, but Remus bites his tongue lest Sirius pull away again. He will bite his tongue until it bleads so long as Sirius is in his life, one way or another. Even if he has to hide this part of him forever, he will do it, because he cannot bear the thought of Sirius leaving forever.

But now, the small voice nagging in the back of his head is more insistent. Tell him. Tell him how you feel. Kiss him. Kiss him. Tell him how you feel. Make him blush. Tell him. Tell him. Tell him. Tell tell tell…

They are alone. James is out on the pitch with the team, and Peter is locked in an intense chess game across the common room. Which makes everything ten times better and ten times worse. This is the first time they’ve been alone since “The Incident” and Sirius has yet to run away, so that is a plus. However, he fears opening his mouth and say something he cannot take back or play off as a joke the way he might be able to if the others were around.

Tell. Tell. Tell.

“Jumpers look good on you.” He instantly regrets the words, wanting to reel them back into his mouth before they are properly heard. Unfortunately, he cannot. So, he watches over the top of his book, warry of how Sirius is about to react. Luckily, it is a good reaction. He gets to watch in real time—and much closer—as the blush starts at Sirius’ ears, then turns a flaming red and spreads down to his cheeks, then down his neck all the way to his shoulders. It looks just as stunning as before, but this time, Remus did it. Remus did it all by himself. And it feels just as good as he imagined. A warm purring cat curling around his beating heart.

“—Oh.” The word is barley heard, swallowed up by the din of the common room, but his curse allows him to hear, and it might just be one of the best sounds he’s heard. A slight tremble, forced out on an exhale, not meant to be uttered. That, combined with the sight before him… Remus is in heaven. The harsh blush, the wide eyes, the stunned silence. It is perfect. He did this. He took the always confident Sirius Black, and knocked him down at the knees.

“They help with the nightmares.” Sirius confesses.

And what is Remus supposed to say to that? So, he falls deeper into the pit of silence, feeling an uncomfortable heat flaring at the back of his head.

“I know you all think that James is the one who helps me deal with the nightmares, but you should know that it’s really you. Ever since the first day I met you, I felt safe around you. I don’t know why, and I’m not sure I ever will, but that’s the truth. You make the nightmares go away. But… but… the—um… he jumpers help with that, I think… no, definitely. Because it would be weird to ask you to… um… no, forget I said that. I’m weird, I know. There is something wrong with my brain, probably my mother’s fault, but… um… anyway, I just… can I just keep one? You can have the rest; I just need the one so the nightmares stop. I’ll give you money for it, I just… please, Remus I-”

“It’s okay, Sirius. You can take one whenever you want. And it’s not weird.”

“It’s not?” He looks so scared and innocent in that moment, even as he is still blushing fiercely, that Remus’ heart clenches.

“Of course not. It is perfectly normal to find somebody who grounds you. For me—when things get really bad during the Full—it’s you who helps remind me that I’m human. So, if I help remind you that you are alive, that you aren’t your Mother… what would be so bad about that’s?”

“Because… because I want things I shouldn’t want.” Sirius whispers, voice so full of anxiety, that Remus can feel the weight of it on his own chest. The weight of it so heavy, that even the fluttering beat of hope in his cynical heart is silent. Yes, Sirius might like him back, but there are bigger issues at hand here.

“What exactly should you not want?” He barely dares breathe.

“Liking boys is wrong.” He says like the words tear at his very soul.

“Do you really believe that, or is it jus your Mother’s voice in your head?”

“…I don’t know…”

“Do you think I’m wrong?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“You can’t hold yourself to a different standard, Sirius. Because if liking boys makes you wrong, why doesn’t it make me wrong?”

“Y—you?”

“Yes.”

“I—”

“Take your time to figure it out, Sirius. But don’t let your Mother take this part of you away. Okay, if you figure out that you don’t like boys, don’t make it because she told you so.”

“I’m scared.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be here with you, whatever you need, okay?”

“Okay.”

Even as silence falls, Remus feels an unknown burden rising from his chest, and he can breathe just a little bit easier.

[lucigoo]

Emoji ask game

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@fishing4stars 🍓- So, my then 11 year old watched The Hobbit Trilogy with me for the first time. He elgit cried when "Bilbo's boyfriend" died, he was so unhappy. So i told him a story about how it was hard, but Bilbo and Thorin sorted it all out and now live happily in Erebor. I then wrote it down, making it a but more grown up and my first fic (Stop me fading) was written not quiet a year ago. So thank you Mr 11 lol. ⬜ - (cant find the right emoji for describing your latest fic so - 🐕‍🦺🐩🐕🥰🐾 🎨 - ngl, theres so much amazing art, it changes, but right now its this. The art, the expression, the colours and the glasses! Be still my heart 🥰 @niennawept 🕯 - is there a minus? -5 milion. Not only do i not notice a lot of mistakes, neither dies the editing app I pay for so I have to also run it through a TTS programme (its a new thing Im doing and its really good for me), but I also often tend to type in Romani chib. It has NO grammatic rules, its all sounds and noise and is a nightmare to translate 🙈 🌿 - ngl, as someone with 61 wips on the go, its not something I deal with often, but if im not sure what to write, I will do smaller things like micro fics and FlashFictionFriday. They are supposed to be small so no extra pressure for complicted wips, FFF are less then 1000 words so are great to get you going again imo. @thatfancygirlinblack 🥤 - There are way to many writers I adore, both Bagginshield and Wolfstar, so instead I'm going to link my all time comfort fic. It's a Wolfstar muggle Au but it hits all the right spots for me, plus its an orphan account so Im not picking someone over others lol. An Infinite Ocean 🍅 - concrit for myself - stop writing in bloody chib. The amount of times Bilbo and Sirius say "wanna, ganna, canna," as if they would and i dont even notice 🙈 ☁ - So, my usernaem is a childhood nickname my dad gave me. He has been gone nearly 10 years ad no one else evr called me it. Now I have lots of friends who do and it makes my heart happy each time <3 🔪 - currently, id sat the reproductive and queer behav iour of aimals, all sorts of animals. I have plans for so many animal Aus and Ive bee researching their behaviour with same sex partners lol.

[thebibutterflyao3]

I just binge read your december jegulus microfics and saw that you followed me back !!! That's so exciting helloo 😭❤️❤️

Hello! I try to follow back anyone who actively engages! This micro fic series has been entirely too much fun and I have a feeling it’s going to grow into a fully fleshed out fic pretty soon. Considering starting a Wolfstar version next month, if I have time.