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Marwan Kenzari about The Old Guard 2 and his friendship with Luca Marinelli

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Wolfstar daughter: im never gonna get any taller :(

Remus: of course you will, we're a family of late bloomers

Wolfstar daughter: why does that matter? I'm adopted

Sirius: *loud gasp*

Sirius: oh my god

Sirius: who told you

Wolfstar daughter: *looking at her two gay dads*

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Our boys are baaaaackkk!! ❤️❤️

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Sirius’s first instinct after a fight with Remus is to pack a bag and leave. Not because he wants to, but because deep down he still believes love doesn’t survive anger. He grew up learning that love is conditional, that anger means abandonment. So he panics.

But Remus always catches him at the door. Every single time.

“I can be angry with you and still love you. I can need space and still choose you. Love doesn’t vanish just because things get hard.”

And that messes Sirius up more than anything.

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Joe knows before he wraps his hand around Nicky’s wrist that his skin will be warm from the sun; knows before he lifts Nicky’s hand to press a kiss to his fingertips that that he’ll find the lingering scent of basil and mint against his palm. He knows before he pulls Nicky close and nuzzles against his neck that the clean scent of his linen shirt will be magnified by the effects of noon heat, and that Nicky will hum, pleased, as he settles into Joe’s embrace.

“How is the garden?” Joe asks, nose just below the shell of Nicky’s ear.

“Overgrown,” says Nicky. “I have much work to do.”

Yet Joe knows that when he brushes a kiss to Nicky’s lips, Nicky will kiss him back; that when he tangles their fingers and tugs Nicky toward the dim, cool bedroom of their Malta home Nicky will follow. He knows that as they gently tug at each other’s clothes they will laugh, softly, and that Nicky will tumble them both into bed, disturbing the sheets he smoothed hours before.

“Bello,” Joe says as he settles above Nicky, their limbs tangling, skin dragging over skin. And he knows that Nicky will smile up at him before they kiss again, and that he will lose himself gladly—daily, hourly—to love and be loved by such a good man.

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The Old Guard 2 (2025) dir. Victoria Mahoney

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Joenicky forehead touch save me

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“I’m not brave like you,” Sirius mumbled, as he pressed his forehead to Remus’s.

Remus laughed, quiet and tired. “Sirius, you’re the bravest person I know.”

But Sirius only shook his head, closing his eyes for a second. “No, Moony. I’m not— I don’t—”

“You think surviving your childhood, Azkaban, the war, and still loving like this isn’t brave?”

Sirius opened his eyes, blinked up at Remus, and then shook his head again. “But I’m still terrified every day.”

“You still chose me anyway,” Remus whispered gently, taking Sirius’s face between his hands and offering a sweet smile. “Sirius, that’s— that’s the bravest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

@wolfstarmicrofic | Brave | Word Count: 109

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Sirius Black and Harry Potter. Forehead kiss.

“Sirius?”

Sirius stirred and rolled over, squinting toward the door. The soft shaft of golden hallway light cut across the shadows of the bedroom, illuminating the doorway like a stage. There, silhouetted against the warm glow, stood five-year-old Harry.

His hair was a wild, inky tangle—sticking up in every direction, just like James’s used to. In his arms he clutched his stuffed deer, the plush antlers bent and well-loved from constant squeezing. The toy’s stitched-on eyes caught the light, glinting faintly as Harry hugged it close, his small fingers curled tightly around its worn velvet neck.

His green eyes—those unmistakably familiar eyes—looked too wide for his face.

“Yeah, mate?” Sirius murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “I’m awake.”

Harry hurried across the room and scrambled onto the bed, burrowing close to Sirius without a word.

“I had a bad dream,” Harry whispered.

“That’s okay,” Sirius said gently, wrapping an arm around him. “You’re awake now. It’s all over.”

Harry sniffled and buried his face in the pillow. “You need to make room for Nibbers.”

“Oh—sorry,” Sirius said, scooting over to make space on the massive bed. It never failed to amuse him how much room tiny Harry could take up when he slept—especially with his plush deer in tow.

“There was a green light,” Harry murmured after a long moment. “It was big. And then everything went dark.”

Sirius’s heart gave a dull thud in his chest. He exhaled slowly, brushing a hand through Harry’s messy hair.

“Yeah?” he said softly.

A pause.

“Sirius?”

“I’m here, Harry.”

“Can you tell me a story about Prongs in the forest?”

Sirius shifted, sitting up a little straighter. He pressed a kiss to the top of Harry’s head. “Of course I can,” he said, his voice warm and steady. 

He paused, letting the silence stretch just long enough to feel like the beginning of something important.

“Deep in the dark Forbidden Forest, Prongs was walking under the moonlight,” Sirius began, speaking softly as Harry closed his eyes. “His hooves made almost no sound on the soft moss. He was looking for someone—one of the centaurs, the one with the silver mane who knew how to read the stars…”

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Remus watching Sirius laugh with his whole body, that kind of laugh that leaves him gasping for air, and thinking God, he’s beautiful when he forgets to be afraid of being too much.

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The beach - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic - June 15: drawbridge - words: 433

”There’s a spade,” Sirius pointed out.

”We’re at a beach, love.” Remus didn’t take his eyes from the crossword, put down a few last letters and there - it was completely done.

“Someone must have forgotten it.”

“It’s a plastic spade. They’ll be fine.”

Remus put the magazine aside and lay down completely on the picnic blanket and closed his eyes. He was so warm that his brain felt slightly sluggish. Yet he didn’t want to move from his position with his legs in the sun and the rest of his body in the shade. He didn’t sunbathe, as he had already pointed out to Sirius. He was no pretty princess fussing over his looks, thank you very much. He just wouldn’t mind getting some colour - his legs didn’t need to be chalk white, after all. And he wouldn’t be seen wearing shorts anywhere other than the beach, so this was kind of his only option.

“I think I saw a sign about a sand-castle competition earlier,” Sirius mused.

“Yeah?” Remus mumbled, already starting to drift into a welcome slumber.

“Do you think Harry would like that? We could bring him here some day…”

“Darling, you are allowed to play with sand on your own, you know.”

“What? Me, playing with a sand spade, like … however old one is when playing with those?”

“Mhm. Wake me up in fifteen if I fall asleep, will you?”

“Maybe I’ll just practice a little? For when we’ll do this with Harry.”

“You do that.”

Remus woke disoriented and even warmer than before. Sirius had indeed built a sand castle, complete with towers, turrets and a moat. Judging by the sheer size of it, Remus had been sleeping way more than fifteen minutes. Time to take out some refreshing cool fruit from the cooling bag.

Sirius looked up from his building when Remus begun to stir about, and immediately got a defensive look on his face.

“Nice castle”, Remus said.

“Whatever”, Sirius tossed aside the spade and awkwardly rubbed his neck.

Apparently, it didn’t matter what Remus said, he was still being self-conscious. Telling him how cute that was wouldn’t help right now.

Remus quickly wove a napkin between the tines of a fork and stuck it down into the highest tower

“There, a flag." He put the lid from the container of pre-cut melon-cubes over the moat, “And there, a drawbridge. What do you think?”

“Yeah”, Sirius beamed, “and maybe a garden?” He put a strand of seaweed and some seashells on the flat ground in front of the castle.

“Perfect,” Remus beamed right back.

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Sirius making everyone laugh at dinner but glancing over at Remus after every joke, because it only counts if he’s laughing. Remus always is, even when it’s not funny, because he loves the way Sirius lights up when he knows he's being seen.

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SUNRISE STUNNED: Local Man with German Passport Destroys All Hope

Dragged to hell, bled for 60, and still came back with the dagger. That’s Leon Draisaitl.

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The Edmonton Oilers rn:

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That was a sexy win

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The announcers not realizing that perry didn't touch that puck lol

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That arena went so quiet ❤️❤️❤️