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Historian

"This," Remus said, holding up the very serious leather-bound volume, "Is not what I meant when I asked you to help me document our experiences."

Sirius, sprawled upside-down on the couch, pointed his quill at the offending book. "It’s honest!"

Remus opened to a random page and read aloud:

"Chapter 4: That Time Moony Punched a Portrait Because It Told Me I Was Too Hot For Him."

Sirius grinned. "An iconic moment in magical history."

Remus continued, deadpan:

"Chapter 7: How to Woo a Werewolf in Ten Questionable Decisions — A Memoir."

He looked up, unimpressed. "Sirius."

“What?” Sirius shrugged. "I'm basically providing a public service. You’re very emotionally elusive."

Remus rubbed his temples. "You’ve submitted this to the Historical Society."

"They said they wanted a personal account of the war. I just gave them flair."

"There’s a chapter called ‘Oops, Accidentally Joined the Order While Chasing a Hot Werewolf’!"

"...Still factually correct."

Remus narrowed his eyes. “You annotated one of my actual essays.”

“Improved it.”

“You drew tiny hearts around your name in the footnotes!”

“To enhance reader engagement.”

Remus set the book down like it might explode. "They think I co-wrote this. They invited us to speak."

"Excellent!" Sirius beamed. "We can re-enact the part where you hexed a Death Eater and managed to scold me for stealing your jumper in the same breath. Iconic multitasking."

"I hate you."

"You don’t."

Remus sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, then muttered, "I’m putting a disclaimer on this."

Sirius leaned in, grinning. "Put that in Chapter 12: ‘Things Moony Says When He’s Secretly Impressed.'"

Remus chucked the book at his head.

Sirius ducked, laughing, then added, "You know, historians are gonna eat this up."

Remus muttered, "Historians are going to think I was dating an idiot."

Sirius winked. "They’d be right."

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I don't have anyone to talk about this

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🎨: siryusart on x

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Sirius: You cunt. Regulus, sighing: What did you do? Sirius: You're a fucking bitch. Regulus: Regulus: You shagged Remus, didn't you? Sirius: WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM I LIKED HIM- Regulus: Because you do?? Sirius: Sirius: I'm gonna kill you. Regulus: Mother won't be happy- Sirius: Mother can go fuck herself. Regulus: That's a terrible thing to think about- Sirius: NOT LIKE THAT!! UGH FUCK YOU! Regulus: Please don't. Go fuck Remus. Again.

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when i'm trying to sleep but then my brain remembers the "have u ever kissed anyone, remus?"

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dramatic - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 470

“I think we need to tell him,” Sirius said, sitting on his bed and looking at Remus, who was doing some essay or another. “It’s getting a bit ridiculous.”

“Ah, but it’s quite fun watching him think he’s being slick,” Remus grinned, making Sirius’s knees go a bit weak. “Just a bit longer?”

“Nah, because the longer I wait, the more dramatic he’ll be,” Sirius replied, ignoring Remus’s little coughing snort that sounded a lot like ‘hypocrite.’ 

As if summoned, James chose that moment to enter the room, face bright red and hair in disarray. Sirius chose not to think about how that occurred.

“Hi, mates!” James nearly-yelled, a grin on his face. “Just been….out on a walk! Completely alone, of course!”

“Of course,” Remus nodded solemnly, sending Sirius a little smirk.

“We–I,” James corrected himself, beginning to blush, “saw some cool constellations. It was fun.”

“You went for a walk by yourself to look at the stars?” Sirius deadpanned, looking back at Remus.

Remus, however, gave a devilish grin.  “You’ve really become interested in Astronomy lately, Prongs. You should talk to Sirius’s brother about it. He’s really interested in it, too.”

James dropped the book he’d picked up, which landed painfully on his toe. “Ouch!” he screeched, kicking his foot a bit and sitting on his bed, face screwed up in pain. “I–I didn’t know that!” he gasped, eyes full of comically forced innocence and a few tears of pain. He turned to Sirius. “Your brother, Regulus?”

“That’s the only brother I have, yeah,” Sirius replied, gazing at his best friend with something close to pity. 

“Maybe I’ll ask him. Because I haven’t already. That would be weird!” James replied, nodding so rapidly he looked like a dog trying to rid his ears of water. 

“Yeah, weird,” Remus replied, voice wavering with repressed laughter. 

“So you said you were by yourself…” Sirius continued, causing James to jump dramatically. 

“Yes, of course! Who would I be with? Regulus? Ha! That would be hilarious…” he said, blushing.

“Hilarious,” Sirius replied in a flat voice. “It’s just, you almost look like you’ve been snogging someone. Your hair’s all messed up, and I think there’s a mark on your neck.”

He watched, amused, as James choked on his own spit. “Snogging? No! Not me!” he replied, laughing slightly-hysterically. “I just…burnt myself. In class today.”

“Ah. That’s very easy to do in History of Magic,” Remus nodded sagely, grinning widely now.

James froze, looking back and forth between the two of them for a few tense seconds before standing. “I’m gonna shower,” he mumbled, limping off to the bathroom.

When the door closed, Sirius groaned, laying back in his bed. “He’s so pathetic.”

“Imagine how he’ll be when he can freely wax poetic about your little brother,” Remus responded, snorting.

Sirius gagged in response.

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for @a-chance-of-raine - t4t jegulus - very slightly nsfw

“Wait. Stop,” James panted into Regulus’s mouth, making him pause.

And for a moment, Regulus had to curb his annoyance.

They’d been dating for six months. Six months. And at first, he’d very much appreciated James being a gentleman. Chaste kisses for a while, then his hands firmly on Regulus’s shoulders or behind his neck or around his waist when their encounters got more heated. It made him feel safe, especially when he was still working on his feelings toward his body, and his fears about how James might react. 

But then time stretched longer and longer. And Regulus started trusting James more and more. 

He didn’t worry as much about the other boy’s reaction to him. He just worried about the deep, gnawing need pulsing inside him.

But, six months later, and James was still stopping him every time he so much as ran his hand down his chest.

“James,” he muttered, sitting back and giving him a hard stare. “It’s okay. You don’t have to…to go slow with me anymore. I want…”

But the other boy grimaced, causing Regulus’s stomach to flip. “No! No, Reg it’s not you!” James immediately reassured him, realizing how Regulus had taken his look. “I…I’m going slow for me.”

“Oh!” he swallowed, sitting back, feeling a bit guilty. “Oh, okay! We can go as slow as you want, of course…” but he trailed off, because he was a bit confused. The way James looked at him, with hunger in his eyes and clear desire written over every part of his face, didn’t match up with this.

“I just…” James sighed, and moved back from him a bit as well. “I need to tell you something. But I don’t know how.”

“Oh,” he said again, mind starting to spin towards the worst conclusions. Was James straight, maybe? Or–fuck. Had someone told him?

“I’m trans.”

Regulus gaped for several long moments, certain James was fucking with him. 

“Yeah…I…sorry. For not telling you,” the taller boy said sheepishly. “I just…I really like you. And I was nervous…and then, I got worried you’d be mad about me keeping it from you, and it kind of spiralled, and–”

But Regulus burst out laughing, tears streaming down his face.

“It’s kind of shit of you to laugh…” James mumbled, eyes moving down and face turning red.

“No! No, just…I am, too!” Regulus gasped, lightly grabbing James’s cheek and meeting his eyes.

James gasped. “Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Well…that’s great, then!” he replied, eyes lighting up. But then, he frowned. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Regulus asked, tilting his head.

“That explains why Sirius told me we have a lot in common. I thought he meant we both like Quidditch,” James laughed, eyes bright.

Regulus could only chuckle before pulling him back into a kiss. “Idiot,” he mumbled against his lips.

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Just the normal amount of relief upon seeing your best friend is still alive after the summer holidays.

Prongsfoot being dramatic at the train station, as usual (get a room)(they're platonic)(or are they)(knowing Sirius' parents the dramatics are justified)

This one's just a quick thing, because life is getting in the way. How dare they try to make me work :|

Just to clarify, this is James and Sirius being one of the strongest bonds in the marauders era, whether you want to interpret it as platonic or romantic is up to you, I like it either way

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train - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 273

“Moony!” James yelled when he spotted his friend across the platform. “Holy shit, mate!”

“Language, James,” Effie admonished him as she spoke happily with Peter’s mother.

But James couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed. As he took in Remus’s appearance, he had to make an active effort to crane his neck upward, as the other boy had grown about a foot over the past three months. 

“Hey, Prongs. Pads. Wormy,” Remus said sheepishly as he approached, grinning a little. 

“Remus, you’re a giant!” Peter gasped pointing unabashedly at him. “It’s he a giant, Padfoot?”

But Sirius, it seemed, had completely lost his ability to speak. He was opening and closing his mouth like a fish gasping for air, his skin a strange red-pink color, and his gray eyes were as wide as saucers.

James opened his mouth to tease his friend for being unable to speak when normally he didn’t shut up, but the warning whistle of the train cut him off.

“Oh! Okay, boys, have everything?” Effie immediately asked, turning to all four of them and peppering them with kisses and hugs. “Wands? Trunks? Everything you need?”

After James said goodbye to his mother, though, he pulled Sirius aside, giving him a smirk. “Moony looks good, right?” he asked, tilting his head to see how Sirius responded. He’d always thought maybe there was something there. Perhaps now…

“Erm…he looks how he always looks!” Sirius said quickly, scoffing and sweating a bit. “Just–just taller! It’s not a big deal, or anything! He’s still Moony. Now let’s–let’s go, yeah?”

Oh, yeah. There was definitely something there. Sixth year would definitely be interesting.

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breaking point

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HI!!

ive completely pivoted in a way i have never seen before on my wolfstar opinions. im going.... taller sirius? im going un-confident, loser, unathletic, but really intelligent remus??

im going smart but reckless and idiotic sirius black and sensible scared remus lupin? helloooooooooo

we are back to our ROOTS people

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People are sleeping on prongsfoot and it's criminal...it needs to become as popular as wolfstar

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Regulus reads the ransom letter over French toast. There’s a half-grapefruit waiting for him, a cup of aromatic coffee, and a pot of Darjeeling. By all accounts, it’s the perfect breakfast.

Dear Lady Black, the letter reads, in a cursive written by someone who can’t write in cursive, I am sorry to say I have abducted your son, Master Regulus Black. Don’t worry, he is perfectly safe and will remain so, however if you would like to… the letter continues in such a manner. Even Regulus isn’t sure if he’d been kidnapped (sorry, abducted), or if he has simply popped out for a day with an old friend. There is only a vague mention of ransom – never mind the amount – and the man had signed with his full name.

“James Potter?”

“Yes?” the man – James – responds. Perks up.

“That’s really your name? And you put it in the letter?”

“Seemed the polite thing to do.”

“Are you dumb?”

James looks somewhere between affronted and amused. Not how people usually answer to being insulted.

Regulus twirls the fork in his fingers, and it turns into a rather smart – albeit still silver – quill. He’s always been adept at transfiguration. James snags on the movement, takes in a sharp breath. A click of fingers and the parchment turns blank.

To Her Excellence Lady Black, Regulus writes, using his non-dominant hand to obscure his handwriting. The words are rendered in a non-recognisable, but still stunning cursive.

As you are by now no doubt aware, your son Master Regulus Black has been kidnapped. At present he is safe and well. Please see attached a lock of his hair as confirmation.

No physical harm shall befall him, provided you follow the instructions I give you. Should you not, his death will not be swift.

Do not, for any reason, attempt to communicate with the Auror department or any private agency.

Before end of the week, secure 20 thousand galleons in old currency.

The galleons must be placed in a large cigar box, securely closed and wrapped in white paper. Remain at home and alert until midnight on Saturday and await further instructions.

Regulus signs the letter with an unreadable squiggle in place of a name, then twirls the silver quill around his fingers – it turns into a sharp, simple dagger. He cuts off a lock of his hair from behind an ear, where the disruption won’t be visible. Vanity, as always, present.

James stares dumbly as Regulus hands him the hair.

“Secure it and put it in the envelope with the letter.”

“Why?”

“She can see my magical signature in it. Will know that I’m alive and you’re not just trying to extort money for a corpse.”

“Huh,” James looks struck with something. “Clever. Never knew you could do that.” He takes the letter and reads through it, promptly choking on his tea. “20 thousand? Are you insane?”

Regulus doesn’t respond. Changes the dagger back into a fork (and James’ eyes get stuck on that, again), and goes back to his breakfast.

“That’s way too much money.”

“And how much were you going to ask for?”

“I don’t know. Five hundred?”

“Five… five hundred? That’s just insulting. Are you trying to be insulting?”

“What?”

“You think I’m worth five hundred galleons? The heir of the House of Back? Five hundred?”

Regulus is furious. Not only has he been kidnapped (abducted) by a moron: the moron thinks him worthless.

“Five hundred galleons is a lot of money.”

“Sure. If you’re poor,” Regulus argues, “you want five hundred? Here,” he takes the cheapest ring off his fingers and drops it on the table in front of James, “this is worth about double, pawn it and keep the change.”

James twirls the ring around his fingers. “Very pretty,” he smiles, slipping it on, rubbing the little leaf motif engraved in the silver, “you walk around with thousands worth of jewellery on you? Surprised nobody kidnapped you before.”

“I thought I was abducted.”

James looks downright delighted by the answer.

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Happy Remus day 💫

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Honestly I love how wolfstar are both a little pathetic, but they still think the other one is so freaking cool lol

You'll see remus spilling tea all over his grandpa jumpers, complaining about chronic pain, going to bed by nine, hating on every new popular trend and sirius will remain absolutely terrified that one day moony's gonna wake up and discover he's just too cool for him.

On the other hand, sirius trips on every damn sidewalk because he insists on wearing pants too big for his size, whines every morning about his bread crusts and needs remus to kiss any paper cut he might have. And remus is still drooling all over him every step of the way.

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wrap - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 186

“Did you put this on me?” Sirius asked, utterly confused, as he climbed the stairs to the dormitory and met James along the way. 

“What?” James asked, blinking at the blanket Sirius was holding out. “No. Why?”

“I…fell asleep by the fire. When I woke up, it was all wrapped around my shoulders,” he explained, narrowing his eyebrows.

“Well, that’s Moony’s blanket,” James said slowly, grabbing at one corner and pointing at the messy stitching that spelled out RJL. “See?”

A warm, hopeful feeling bubbled in Sirius’s chest. Remus had been completely ignoring him for weeks, not even making eye contact. They’d been so close to something more than friendship before, and now Sirius was as good as a piece of furniture as far as Remus was concerned. Ever since…

“Why would he do that?” he asked in a whisper, looking down at the fabric like it was made of gold.

“Dunno, mate. Maybe you looked cold,” James shrugged, walking down a few more steps before turning and continuing.

“Maybe,” Sirius mumbled to himself.

He slept with the blanket in his bed every night after that.