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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 10 days
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Prompt 14 - Polyjuice Potion
@wolfstarmicrofic March 14, word count 253
“There has to be a way to get up to the girl’s dorms!” Sirius fumed. Mary had stolen his favourite leather jacket and refused to give it back. “If we could trick the stairs into thinking we were girls, I bet we could get it back.” 
“Woah-whoah-whoah, who said anything about we? I want nothing to do with this.” Remus shook his head and turned away from the other marauders. 
“Oh, come on, Remus, you’re the smartest one here. We need you to help us.” Sirius whined. 
“I do not want to break into the girl’s bedrooms, Sirius. It’s not going to happen.”
Sirius, James and Peter sat for the next hour, coming up with ideas. 
“I know,” James grinned at his friends. “Polyjuice Potion.” 
“YES, PRONGS!!!” Sirius cheered excitedly. “I bet that will work.” 
While Sirius was busy bouncing around, taking James and Peters's attention, Remus beckoned Marlene over, who had just walked into the Common room. He whispered to her. 
“Hey, Marlene. Mary took Sirius’s leather jacket hostage. Could you bring it down before it turns into something?” Marlene’s eyes took in the Marauders on the rug and disappeared up the spiral staircase that led to the girl’s dormitories. 
She came back down and gave the Jacket to Remus.
“Thanks, Marlene.” 
He threw it at Sirius. “Polyjuice takes a month to brew. This was easier.” Sirius looked down at the jacket in his hands and looked up at Remus, beaming. 
“Moony, have I ever told you how much I love you?” 
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 15 days
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It's wild to me that sitting up is "resting" for a lot of people. Like, sitting up costs energy to me and I cannot fathom how me sitting for most of the day is what others consider rest
Rest to me is laying down, barely moving, and not really using my brain, more-so just consuming mindless content to keep me from getting too bored
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 16 days
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sirius sending remus an "i love you" text and getting an "i love you too?" back only to realise he'd accidentally texted regulus instead of remus bc their names are too close in his contact list and now he feels bad bc he hadn't meant to text regulus and regulus not only replied but said it back and goddamn it now he's crying
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 16 days
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* au where remus and sirius raise harry *
Harry: PADS
Sirius: what is it harry?
Harry: can you close the closet door? i dont want the monster getting out
Sirius: what makes you think monsters cant open doors?
* Sirius, Remus and harry laying in between them sound asleep *
Remus: this is exactly why i dont let you say goodnight to him
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 2 months
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ok could you write a canon divergence fic where james and lily beat voldemort/ survive (idk maybe prongs stabbed him with his antlers idk) and their happy and safe. (It’s like set straight after the first war assuming Voldemort like died) but then we see the breakdown of wolfstar cause siruis was the one who thought Remus was the spy? And like even if it was wartime and everyone was “paranoid” it doesn’t excuse the fact that the one thing would’ve killed remus inside (his friends not trusting him cause he was a “dark creature”) was the reason the love of his life didnt trust him. essentially sad wolfstar hours :(
They meet in the hospital, in a darkly-paneled corridor at the corner of the emergency ward. Flickering ward lights hover just above Sirius’ head, strangely elongated shadows stretching out across the floor.
He’s exhausted. He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing for - an hour? Two hours? They hadn’t let him in yet - they were still running tests on James and Lily, testing for curses and jinxes and god knew what else the death of a Dark Lord could do to somebody.
He knows it was a scene he’d forever see in his nightmares, mixed with Walburga and wars and the unseeing eyes of his brother. A blown-out house; shattered windows, broken doors, dust sifted with ashes on the ground. Blood splattered on the walls in an almost elegant arc. The single, reedy cry of Harry, bundled in Lily’s arms as she protected him with her body, shrapnel embedded under her skin. James on his back, head tipped back against the stairs, neck a hollow arc pointing up at the sky.
Sirius paces back and forth now; his mouth tastes of blood and ash. He’s bitten through his lip again, into sores that hadn’t yet healed and it stings as he runs his tongue over the raw flesh. The clock ticks mockingly next to him, each second an hour, each minute a lifetime.
He’s never been to a hospital, not alone like this. There’s always been someone with him; James or Lily or even -
“Sirius?”
Sirius has gotten used to the feeling of guilt - ice seeping through his stomach, the bitter taste of bile. He feels himself tense; muscle locking, spine going rigidly straight, heart pounding in his ribcage as he closes his eyes. “Remus.”
They don’t say anything. There’s nothing to say. The argument still hangs in the air between them, ghosts of people they’d used to be.
Nothing prepares him for the raw panic in Remus’ voice, the fear as he noticed the blood on Sirius’ arms, on his face, the dirt and the ash and the streaks of grey. “Are you - “
“Not mine,” Sirius chokes out, chokes on pain and love and 15 years of memories wrapped up in scars. “I’m fine.”
“James - Lily - fuck, Harry - “
“I don’t know,” He runs a shaking hand over his face, trembling hard enough that he actually has to lean against the wall to stop himself from falling over. “Harry’s - he’s okay, he was crying when I found him, I think, and Lily’s back is shredded but James - he was breathing but we don’t know what happened, only that he killed - he might have killed - “
“Where are they.”
Sirius shakes his head. His throat aches, and when he lowers his hands he sees blood smeared across his palms. “We’re not allowed to see them. They’ve been in for hours at least.”
Silence. Sirius can feel Remus - he’s always been hyper aware when it came to him, catalogued the way the air seemed to shift whenever Remus was nearby. He knows that if he turns around Remus will be watching him; amber eyes, silver scars, steady enough to cut through the webs of fear that Sirius had spun around himself.
“No one told me,” Remus begins softly, and in someway it hurts more. In someway Sirius had always knew that they’d end like this - a flame dying out, something beautiful until it stopped. “Did you know that? No one told me what hospital I needed to go to, or how severe their injuries were. Hell, no one even told me that James and Lily were hurt in the first place. I only found out after Kingsley sent me an owl.”
The blows land. Sirius almost welcomes it, welcomes the stabbing pain that shoots through him, the twisted blade of guilt that Remus’ words caused.
“What was it?” Remus breathes and they’ve had this conversation so many times before. At the gates to werewolf camps and in the rain, in their shared apartment and pressed up against the wall, fingers bruising skin and cutting into flesh. “What made you think I was the spy? Was it the fact that I was gone? That I was already spying? Did you just not believe me anymore?”
“Remus - “
“Or was it because I was a werewolf? Because the whole Order distrusted me - hell, even Dumbledore distrusted me. Was it because of that?”
“What would you have done?” Sirius says - his voice is hoarse. “I was trying to keep them safe.”
“I kept them safe,” Remus says in an awful, hollow voice. “I kept them safe and I didn’t fuck over my - my - “
Boyfriend, Sirius thinks. Boyfriend and lover and partner and soulmate and best friend and -
“I can’t apologize,” he finally gets out. He’s exhausted - everything suddenly seems so cold, his entire body shaking. “I thought you were the spy. I thought a lot of things. I was wrong. But I can’t apologize for trying to protect them.”
“You thought wrong.”
“And I’m - I’m sorry. For that.” Sirius closes his eyes - he sees the hollow skeleton of the house and wants to cry. “We promised. Anything to protect Harry. That we’d sacrifice each other to do so. Remember that? A year ago?”
“I remember,” Remus says softly. “But I also remember you telling me that you’d let the world burn before pushing me away.”
Sirius cards his hands through his hair, fingers burning from the hundreds of tiny cuts on his palms. His arms and wrists are destroyed from digging through broken glass, splinters from fallen wood beams dark lines against his skin. “That’s not fair.”
“No,” Remus agrees. “It’s not.”
It sounds like a secret. It sounds like a goodbye.
“Don’t cry,” Remus says, and god Sirius remembers all the times they used to say that to each other, the desperate plea to keep your head up, keep going, stay strong. No matter what, we have each other.
“Would it hurt more to tell you that I love you?” he whispers, and even that burns coming out.
Remus pauses - the ward lights form a halo around his head and for a moment Sirius thinks he can remember the boys they used to be, the boys who loved whole heartedly, the boys who thought they were forever.
“Yes,” Remus says, and he smiles, heartbreakingly beautiful. “But it hurts even more to know that I loved you too.”
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 2 months
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Fuck JKR. Remus Lupin plays by standard werewolf rules and can’t touch silver.
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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Prettiest couple🌙✨
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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Sirius Black proposing to Remus Lupin, because he would never do it himself- he has too much self-hatred and self-doubt.
Sirius Black getting down on one knee and asking if, maybe, Remus would be willing to love him for the rest of their lives, because he was absolutely sure that he would love Remus for the rest of his.
Remus Lupin tearing up and muttering in thrilled disbelief, “Are you serious?” Because he’s so happy and excited and he’s not thinking straight.
Sirius Black grinning tearfully and saying, “Yes, I’m Sirius. Sirius Lupin, hopefully.”
And Remus just fucking sobbing.
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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i just saw the tag “canon complicit” instead of “canon compliant” and im laughing its like “canon is a criminal act that i unfortunately support with this fic”
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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What they try to bury here is that people uninstalled to switch to better adblockers that actually work to block youtubes bullshit
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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Prompt: Whiskey
@wolfstarmicrofic - 153 words
They got married right after school, even before James and Lily, so that the family couldn't press Sirius to take someone else. They had to go to some obscure country somewhere, and Sirius literally didn't care. It only made the package that arrived on the honeymoon more ominous though. He opened it only with utmost care, checking and rechecking for traps and curses. There were none. Only a very expensive bottle of Whisky, one of those he had only ever seen in his father's study. He didn't even know if they were sold somewhere. Orion certainly didn't buy them. The back label though had been replaced with something hand written – and it made Sirius cry.
It would not have been my choice, but it is yours. Santé to your husband. Rest assured, I'll have his head if he ever betrays you. Orion
Maybe he shouldn't show the bottle to Remus just now.
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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Prompt: Twilight
@wolfstarmicrofic - 129 words
TW: discussion of death and injury, old age
When the twilight of the morning replaced the silvery light of the moon, Sirius watched Remus' transformation with great worry. Each year it got more dangerous and harder, with broken bones and all kinds of troubles. Even Wolfbane couldn't help there. His own change wasn't much easier now, that Padfoot was so frail. But cone Remus had told him it was his fate to end in a ditch, where no one would find him, felled by the change – and Sirius would rather be the one than let that happen.
Carefully he got back into his human form and trudged through the darkness, hoping to stay in one piece, so he could take care for his love. One day, maybe, they would end in a ditch. But never alone.
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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Sirius: so I have good news and bad news, what would you like to hear first?
Regulus: hmmmm bad news
Sirius: well, uhhh, you’re going to die
Regulus: okay lovely, what’s the bad news?
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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@wolfstarmicrofic november 18, nomad, 232 words
He’s still the same person he once was, but at the same time he’s not, which is unsurprising after twelve years in prison and a year as a nomad in hiding. 
Remus’ heart aches to curl his body around him, entangle themselves until you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. But they were friends first, before they became anything more, before they became everything. And that’s what Sirius needs right now. If that’s all he ever needs, or wants, that’s okay. Just having any part of him is more than he’d ever hoped to have again.
So when his hands itch to run through Sirius’ hair, or wrap around his waist, or thread their fingers together, Remus makes himself busy by brewing tea, or tidying the lounge, or stoking the fire. When his lips tingle with the urge to kiss over Sirius’ entire body until he’s a writhing mess beneath him, Remus very quickly excuses himself to another room until he doesn’t feel like he’s burning from the inside out.
Bits and pieces of him come back over the months, a laugh here and an old joke there, until one night Sirius whispers across the couch, “I think I’m falling back in love with you.”
Remus’ heart skips a beat, a soft smile on his lips as he reaches over to take Sirius’ hand in his, “I never stopped.”
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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Pjo trailer came out and I spent the six hours since speed drawing this
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mostly-wolfstar-blog · 4 months
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twilight - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 104
"Truth or dare, Sirius?"
"Truuuth," Sirius slurred, too far gone to think about the fact that he should not be taking another sip of the Firewhiskey James passed him.
"Hmm....If you had to fuck one magical being, what would it be?" Mary asked, grinning as she shifted and spilled her Butterbeer a bit.
"Oh! Oh! Vampire," Alice interrupted, a glazed and dreamy look in her eyes. "They're all....sparkly and strong."
"Nah, Fortescue, this isn't Twilight," Sirius scoffed. But then he smirked, sending Remus a glance. "Plus, I find the werewolves much more attractive."
Remus blushed and missed his mouth with his straw.
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