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[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Purple.

“Did you click the button?” hissed Remus, as Harry’s primary school teacher started her welcome speech.

Sirius waved his partner off. “Moony, I enchanted our two way mirrors during our fourth year. You think I can’t handle a blideo?”

“Video,” Remus corrected him, quietly groaning.

“That’s what I said,” replied Sirius.

“Shhh,” an angry parent turned to glare angrily at them.

Watching Sirius open his mouth to respond rudely, Remus clamped down on his arm, and smiled at the parent, a stressed looking father.

As the man turned back to face the stage, Remus gritted out, “Will you please stop making enemies?”

“Shh, the sprog’s coming,” whispered Sirius delightedly.

A smile grew on Remus’s face as he watched the small costumed children enter the stage to present their winter play. His heart beat with anticipation as he looked for a particular child with messy hair.

“Where is he?” whispered Remus around the applause of the parents. “I didn’t get a chance to see him in his costume this morning.”

“Don’t worry! I did my best work. I think he might be the best dressed in the class,” replied Sirius proudly.

Remus’s jaw dropped as he watched Harry waddled on stage in a large purple globular costume. His small face was painted purple as he proudly showed off his missing teeth.

“He looks like an Oompa Loompa,” Remus muttered in disbelief.

“No, he’s a sugar plum, like they asked,” Sirius said annoyedly. “Honestly Moony, you could at least pretend to like my handiwork. It took me seven trips to Molly Weasley-,”

“A sugar plum fairy?”

“What?” asked Sirius, giving Remus an alarmed look. “They didn’t say anything about fairies. They said to make a sugar plum costume.”

“Why would he be a sugar plum? There are no sugar plums in the Nutcracker.”

“There are sugar plum fairies. Ergo there are sugar plums,” argued Sirius.

“He looks more like an eggplant,” observed Remus, trying not to laugh.

“Well then he’s the cutest damn eggplant in this whole school,” grumbled Sirius. “Couldn’t they have made the instructions more clear?”

Remus watched Harry wave a fake magical wand over his classmate dressed as Clara. “You better be recording all this,” he muttered under his breath, shoulders shaking in mirth.

“I am! Oh, hold on it’s not recording,” Sirius pushed a series of buttons on the device. “Oh well, I’ll just copy a memory later.”

Remus rolled his eyes. He surveyed the audience, noting the number of parents with working cameras recording their appropriately dressed children. “We’re some parents, aren’t we?” he asked his partner mildly.

Sirius didn’t take his eyes off the stage where he was watching Harry chant a magic spell. “We’re not too bad, I’d say.”

Remus held out a hand to grip Sirius’s tightly. “Yeah, I’d agree.”

[annanother-thing]

Getting to Know You Tag game

thank you for the tag @mugsdontlie <3

Three ships: this is the impossible question... i have just about finished writing jegulily so they are in my head atm, and i am also pushing the pansromione agenda because it is a crime that there are not more fics for them. also have to give a shout out to my ogs drarry

First ship: the first ship i ever wrote was eggsy/harry from kingsman but that was a very long time ago... first hp ship i wrote was wolfstar

Last Song: i sang "no way" from six the musical while i was cooking dinner does that count? if not i think i was listening to the fearless album

Last Movie: idk ive been binge watching friends for 2 weeks, netflix say how to train your dragon 2 but it might have been red white and royal blue

Currently Reading: Agatha Christie by Lucy Worsley

Currently Watching: friends, downton abbey and derry girls

Last thing I wrote: h/d career fair which is currently unedited oops should get on with that

Currently writing: my fth fic! just on the epilogue!

tagging @gloivy @uncannycerulean @vitaminpops @felixantares and anyone else who feels like doing it!

[queenofmistresses]

Character Masterlist

Harry Potter

Golden Trio Era

*nothing so far*

Marauders Era

James Potter

Poly!Marauders

Poly!Wolfstar

Tom Riddle

*nothing so far*

Teen wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Liam Dunbar

Isaac Lahey

The School for Good and Evil

Tedros

Agatha

Stranger Things

Eddie

Steve

Dustin

Never Have I Ever

Ben Gross

Devi Vishwakumar

Derry Girls

James Maguire

Miraculous

Adrien Agreste

Bob’s Burgers

Tina x Zeke

Tina

Zeke

Louise x Rudy

Hazbin hotel

Adam

Vox

Lucifer

Velvette

Bridgerton

Colin

Penelope

Kate

Helluva boss

Fizz

Millie

Moxxie

Stolas

Blitzø

Ozzie

Beelzebub

Other Fandoms

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[spindrifters]

Lovely Zo! 15, 19 & 23 for the asks!

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15. something you learned this year

to be gentler with myself when it comes to self-imposed deadlines.

19. any new fics to start next year

I find myself in the very, very, very privileged position of having um. a lot of original work outside of fic that I'm supposed to write next year. so while I absolutely have ideas for fics I'd like to write, I may not have the time and don't want to make any promises. but I can tell you one thing I really hope to start, which is the agatha christie-esque murder mystery whodunnit! 1920s magical au, wolfstar + a possible foray into some background jegulily?? watch this space, lads.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn't

the above whodunnit, of course, but also I was really sad to have to pull out of the r/s big bang. some day I may get around to writing it anyway, but that would have been the I know what you did last summer au where remus actually killed snape in sixth year, they covered it up, and now ten years later someone's blackmailing the gang.

fic end of year asks

[blitheringmcgonagall]

2, 21, 42 for the fanfic writer ask!

2. Already answered this thank you ☺️

21. Pick a co writer to write a book with and tell us what you’d write about?

Oooooh that’s so exciting! Mackenzi Lee if I had to pick a published author or otherwise one of the wonderful Jily and/or Wolfstar writers - and I’d write a doctors romance or try to write my 1930s fic (a better version!😂)

42. Describe the aesthetic of a story in five words

Hmmm… alright, A Little Risk:

“Mitford sisters Nazi punching (Agatha) Christie?” 🧐🤷‍♀️

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Timid. A Raising Harry AU

Remus flipped through the pamphlet. “How about a hamster?”

“A hamster? James would never forgive us. How about these guys? Don’t they look adorable, Moony?” Sirius pointed at a section of the pamphlet.

Remus glanced at where he was pointing. “No Sirius, we do not have the space for three German Shepherds.”

“Harry would love them!”

“More like Padfoot would love running around with them,” Remus grumbled.

“You just don’t want me to be a pack alpha,” teased Sirius.

“More like I have to look after one large dog already,” retorted Remus.

“Okay, fine, ooh what about a lizard? You can get them huge. You should’ve seen the one Prongs and I tried to capture the summer after our third year. It was 2 meters lo-,”

“Absolutely not,” interrupted Remus, alarmed.

“What’s wrong with lizards?” demanded Sirius. “Is there some sort of werewolf-lizard conflict that I don’t know about?”

“No, but Harry likes furry animals. Remember when he got to take care of the class rabbit? He was over the moon.”

“Then it’s settled. We get him a rabbit.”

“Err…I’d rather not. It might be awkward near the full moons,” said Remus sheepishly. He still had nightmares about accidentally eating Fluffy the class rabbit.

Sirius shook his head and opened his mouth to presumably suggest another random animal, when both men heard the pitter-patter of a child’s steps and giggling.

“That sounds suspicious,” said Sirius, smiling slightly.

“Let’s go,” sighed Remus.

Sirius and Remus left the kitchen table to check on Harry, who they found lying on the floor looking at something under his bed.

“It’s okay, Snowy, my daddies are nice. They won’t hurt you,” the little boy cooed, holding a biscuit under the bed.

“Harry, who exactly is Snowy?” Sirius asked.

Just then, Harry reached under the bed and pulled out a small white kitten. It looked so young. It burrowed into Harry’s chest, timidly.

“I found her in the backyard,” Harry replied in awe. “Can we keep her?”

Remus and Sirius exchanged looks. Finally coming to a conclusion after their silent conversation, Remus replied, “Alright, but we need to take her to the vet to make sure she’s healthy.”

Harry cheered, cuddling the cat closer. He scampered out of the room to put his shoes on.

“Well, I suppose that settles it,” Sirius sighed. Then he perked up. “Do you think Andy and Ted need three German Shepherds?”

Remus shook his head. “I’ll tell you what. Show the dogs to Dora first, and then ask Andy and Ted together.”

Sirius gasped. “Moony you’re a genius.”

Remus smirked. “Did you ever doubt it?”

“I had a little doubt after hearing your opinion about lizards, but now I’m sure you’re brilliant,” Sirius teased. “Speaking of, maybe Andy and Ted would like a giant lizard for Christmas?”

“Only if you never want to be invited back,” quipped Remus. They both burst out laughing, and left Harry’s room to join their child downstairs.

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: choice. Tw: for some strong language

“I’m afraid I’ve run out of options, my boys. Harry has no choice. He must compete,” said the old man, tiredly.

Sirius ran a hand down his face in frustration.

“This could be a great turn of events, Mr. Black. The youngest champion is the Boy Who Lived! We have the opportunity to make this the best tournament-,”

“Mr. Bagman, if you’d kindly shut the fuck up, that would help immensely,” interrupted Remus.

Sirius almost snorted at Ludo’s offended look.

“Mr. Black,” the man began, presumably thinking that Sirius would tell Remus off.

“Listen here,” Sirius almost referred to them as dumb fucks but stopped himself just in time, knowing he would never hear the end of it from Remus. “Harry will not be competing. Even if I have to sue you all for negligence and in general just the overall ridiculous amount of danger at this school, that boy will compete over my dead body,” he hissed.

After locking eyes with Moony, Sirius left Dumbledore’s office, followed closely by his partner. As Sirius began stomping towards the Astronomy tower, where he told Harry to wait for them, he felt Remus grab his hand.

“We will figure it out,” said his partner, amber eyes fierce with determination.

“This is the last straw Moony,” promised Sirius. “As soon as we do, we’re leaving. I don’t care if Harry doesn’t like it. I can’t keep dealing with shady Defense professors, basilisks, escaped convicts anymore. I-,”

Remus pulled him into his chest. Upon smelling chocolate and libraries, Sirius felt himself slightly relax.

Breathing in deeply, he tried to get as close as he could to Remus, to get as much of his comfort as possible.

“I can’t do this alone, Moony,” he whispered brokenly.

Remus pulled him away to give him an indignant look. “You’re not alone.”

“Not like that,” Sirius amended. He motioned around the empty Hogwarts hall. “I want you to be here. Harry and I, we need you here.”

Remus’s eyes softened in understanding. “You’re right. But there’s no open staff positions. Maybe we could lease a place in Hogsmeade?”

“No, that’s still not that different,” Sirius insisted. He paused, hoping that Remus wouldn’t disagree to the idea he was about to propose. “Move in to my quarters.”

Remus hesitated. “It’s not allowed,” he began but stopped suddenly catching the look on Sirius’s face. “But on second thought, Dumbledore left a twelve year old to take care of a basilisk that’s been living under the school.”

Sirius snorted. “So we don’t give a fuck about the rules, then?”

Remus smirked. “Pretty par for the course for us, isn’t it?”

Sirius couldn’t help but give him a small smile. “We’ll figure this out, right? Harry will be safe.”

Remus tightened his grip on Sirius’s hand. “We will absolutely figure this out. As you said beautifully in Dumbledore’s office, that boy will compete over our dead bodies.”

The two men continued to walk hand in hand down the hall and towards the Astronomy tower stairs, ready to protect their little family at any cost.

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Hump Day. A scene from a Muggle AU

Sirius slammed his briefcase onto his desk, catching his pen holder before it flew off the desk.

“Hump day,” he thought bitterly. It was a phrase Harry had gleaned from some Muggle show. At age 7, Harry thought it accurately captured the trudge of going to school on Wednesday, and waiting for the weekend. At age 27 and single, Sirius thought the more adult definition of the day was rather inaccurate.

“What can I get for you, boss?” his intern asked as he stuck his head inside his office.

Sirius rubbed the his temples. He couldn’t stand another day of giving his coffee order to his intern only to have it inevitably screwed up.

“You know what,” he snapped. “I’ll get coffee.”

The intern blinked. “Oh sweet. In that case can I get a blended large chocolate caramel mocha with extra whipped cream?”

Sirius stared at the intern in disbelief for a few moments. “Fine,” he grunted out before storming out of his office.

At least now he could properly scream at the coffee employee who kept screwing up his order every day, Sirius thought resentfully. Underlings leaped out of his way as he exited his office and turned the corner to the next door coffee place.

As Sirius stood in line stewing angrily, trying to compose his strongly worded complaint to management, he heard a mild voice from across the pastry counter.

“Hello, can I get anything started for you?”

Sirius looked up to find himself speechless. The employee in question was beautiful, golden locks falling over amber eyes.

Sirius couldn’t remember what he wanted. “Err,” he replied inelegantly, all rich upper class eloquence training escaping him suddenly.

The barista smiled in understanding. “Need a few more moments?”

“No,” Sirius blurted out. “Chocolate caramel mocha with whipped cream,” he continued, saying the only thing that popped into his head.

The golden haired employee raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? Could have sworn you were a black coffee kind of man.”

Sirius had nothing to reply to this as he numbly gave the employee an unsightly amount of money for one drink.

“Well, enjoy your drink,” said the barista, giving him a wink. “Can I help you?” He asked the next customer.

Sirius moved out of line, trying not to let the other man catch his reddening cheeks. What had happened to all his charm, he wondered.

“Hey thanks!” said his intern cheerfully, after Sirius returned to his office. “Oh hey, there’s a number written on this,” he continued, slurping the whipped cream.

Dumbfounded, Sirius stared at the cup with scrawled on it.

“Hump day, am I right?” said the intern, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “I’ll take a pic of the number and send it to you when I’m done.” Without another word, he turned and left Sirius’s office.

In the privacy of his now empty office, Sirius barked a laugh. “Hump day,” he agreed.

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Smoke

Sirius pointed the stolen wand at the fire, muttering a spell to strengthen the flames. As the newly renewed warmth blew over his face, he glanced down at the little boy sleeping quietly next to him.

The day’s events had tuckered Harry out, it seemed. Sirius ran a hand through his godson’s black locks. Smiling softly at the child’s sweetness, he looked up to see if Moony agreed.

He frowned at the sight of the weary looking man staring at the smoke rising from the fire.

“Penny for your thoughts, Moony?” he asked lightly.

Remus didn’t reply for a few moments. “Dumbledore has certainly dispatched the Aurors by now. By tomorrow morning the general public will know.”

Sirius felt his stomach tighten even as he made an effort to not change his expression. “Moony, you don’t have to do this with me,” he said softly. “I’d understand if you didn’t want to throw your life away on a criminal.”

“You’re not a criminal,” replied Remus sharply. “You’re an innocent man.”

Sirius barked a laugh. “I certainly am not after today.” He nodded toward the child they had effectively kidnapped.

“The real crime was leaving him there without even a moment’s thought,” said Remus bitterly. “My only regret is not fighting for him sooner.”

Sirius gave the sandy haired man a sad smile. “Come here,” he whispered.

Hesitating only slightly, Remus shuffled over to Sirius and Harry’s log. Years ago, he would’ve laid his head on the black haired man’s shoulder. But that night, he sat inches away, holding himself back.

Sirius swallowed back the old memories and tried to center himself. He thought vaguely of a plan for tomorrow, when they planned to flee the country.

Suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety, he closed his eyes. “It’ll be alright,” he choked out, trying to convince the both of them.

He was surprised by the sudden feeling of Remus’s warm hand wrapping around his own. Sirius gripped it tightly, as the two men continued to watch the smoke rise trying not to think of the uncertain tomorrow.

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Snow. A Wolfstar raising Harry and Teddy in a no Voldemort AU

“There, Daddy!” Teddy pointed out their hotel window toward a snow covered hill on the hotel grounds. He turned around to see his bemused father rubbing his wet hair with a towel, having just gotten out of the shower.

“For sledding?” the little boy elaborated upon receiving a confused look from Remus.

“Oh, Ted, it might be a little early, love,” Remus started. But Teddy had already rushed into their connected room to find his brother, who was still asleep.

“Haz, I found it!” Teddy fell forward onto Harry’s bed and tried to use his lower body to push his legs up. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he was able to clamber up to crawl near Harry, who was still blissfully asleep.

He poked Harry in the cheek, not once, but three times. Slowly green eyes blinked open to give Teddy an annoyed look.

“It’s too early,” Harry mumbled into his pillow. It was only a couple days after the older boy’s school had paused for winter break. The ten year old had claimed he needed to be awakened later in the mornings to “detox” from what had apparently been a very tough first half of Year 6.

“The bed’s too high,” Teddy informed him. “Get ready, we need to go sledding!”

Harry gave no response, except to turn his head in the other direction. As Teddy began to jump on the bed around him, Harry grumbled into the comforter.

“Ted, what did we say about jumping on the bed?” Sirius’s voice drafted in from the door.

“But Harry’s not getting up,” whined the little boy, his hair turning a cranky dark green.

“Ugh, fine, let’s go,” Harry rolled out of bed to brush his teeth. “But you have to let me have the first go on the circle sled.”

Teddy cheered as he internally smirked. He doubted Harry would hold him to that. His brother always caved to Teddy’s puppy dog eyes and begging. But the little boy wasn’t that mean of a younger brother. Teddy would definitely let Harry have a go after he went on the circle sled at least a couple times.

An hour later, the Potter-Black-Lupin family stood at the top of a snow covered hill, alongside many other families. As Remus adjusted Teddy’s hat, Sirius frowned at the sight of children zooming past him on sleds.

“It looks dangerous,” Sirius started. “Maybe we should find another hill.”

“No,” howled Teddy, as Harry rolled his eyes.

“Dad, if we had it your way we would be sledding on flat ground,” said Harry. “Don’t be such a worrywart.”

“Oi, that doesn’t sound half bad,” chuckled Sirius, giving Harry’s hat covered head a gentle nudge.

“Okay, who’s first?” asked Remus, pulling the orange circular sled in front of them.

“Me, me, me,” chanted Teddy, jumping up and down. Harry threw his hands up in exasperation while Sirius tried not to laugh.

“Why don’t we do the bigger sled first, Ted?” Sirius asked, catching the beginnings of a scowl on Harry’s face.

“Perfect actually, Dad will push you and I can stand over there to take a picture. Make sure the both of you smile! We want both Muggle and magical ones,” said Remus, moving to the side of the hill.

Both children groaned good-naturedly. It wasn’t a vacation unless both Remus and Sirius had about a 100 family pictures each. Harry wrapped his arms around Teddy as they both situated themselves onto the long purple sled.

“One, two, three,” Sirius counted before giving the sled a hard push. The boys cheered as the sled raced toward the bottom. When the sled came to a stop, Harry and Teddy climbed out to drag it back up the hill. A few times up and down the hill later, Teddy clambered over to where Remus was standing with the camera.

“Your turn!” Teddy reached his arms up to ask for the camera. Harry had given the sled to Sirius, presumably to ask for the same thing.

Remus raised his eyebrows and made eye contact with a laughing Sirius. “Err, we might be a little too big for your sled, loves,” he replied. Sirius motioned for them to join he and Harry at the top of the hill.

“How are we going to fit?” asked Remus, as he and Teddy joined the two other members of his family. While Harry and Teddy both launched into explanations, Sirius leaned into Remus’s ear.

“It’s going to be quite a squeeze,” he teased the sandy haired man. Remus rolled his eyes, as Sirius sat at the back edge of the sled, opening his legs to allow Remus room to sit down. At Harry and Teddy’s insistence, he moved to sit in front of the dog Animagus.

Sirius wrapped his arms around his partner, placing his head on Remus’s shoulder.

“How’s this?” He asked, looking up at the children. Harry made a face at what seemed like an excessive display of affection to a ten year old, while Teddy snapped pictures that may or may not have been focused enough.

“Here, let me, Ted,” said Harry, gently taking the camera from the four year old. He snapped more pictures of their parents. As Sirius got ready to push their sled down, Harry and Teddy moved to the side of the hill.

“Reminds you of old times, doesn’t it?” asked Sirius, nostalgia filling his voice.

Remus mind flashed through memories of sledding down Hogwarts hills with the Marauders. “James and Lily would’ve loved this,” he replied sadly.

Sirius squeezed Remus’s mitten covered hands tightly, as he pushed them down the hill. Remus felt the cold air whip past his face, contrasted with Sirius’s warm breath on his neck. As the sled gained speed toward the middle of the hill, Remus caught sight of the two boys snapping pictures wildly. He was suddenly hit with an overwhelming amount of joy and gratitude. He’d always grieve for James and Lily, but he was endlessly grateful he was able to have this perfect little family with Sirius, Teddy, and Harry.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Collection. Very late on account of moving into the dorms is taking forever. School hasn’t even started yet and I’m ready to retreat into the woods.

A scene from post October 1981 AU after Sirius gets custody of Harry

Remus wasn’t ready when Sirius opened the door.

The black haired man’s eyes grew wide, and for a moment neither of them said anything. Finally a faint cry of a baby startled them out of their silence.

“Come in,” muttered Sirius as he started to rush toward the kitchen.

Remus stepped into the hallway and slung his coat onto the coatrack. “Aren’t you going to check if I’m an impostor?”

Sirius gave Remus a look over the kitchen counter. “The wards sense your magic.”

“Still?” asked Remus, softly.

Sirius didn’t reply. He waved his wand to summon a baby bottle and some white powder. As Remus watched him, he felt his initial bravery recede. He opened his mouth to begin, but then Sirius rushed into the baby’s room.

Moments later, he came out holding a small Harry to his chest, feeding him with the prepared baby bottle. He shushed soothingly, causing Remus’s heart to stutter. He had always been so captivated by Harry and Sirius together.

As Harry sucked on the bottle contentedly, Sirius looked up at Remus. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“I haven’t spoken to you properly in months,” he began. “You asked me if Prongs and Lily were really gone, showed your face at the funeral, and left. I asked everyone I knew, even tapped some of Moody’s werewolf contacts.”

“I’m sorry,” replied Remus. “I needed some time.”

Sirius looked away from Remus, and stared into the roaring fireplace next to him. “So what brings you here?”

Remus reached into his trouser pockets to pull out a shrunken package. He pointed his wand to enlarge the items to their original size.

“Some pictures of James and Lily, and some toys for Harry,” Remus muttered over the lump in his throat.

Sirius stared at the items incredulously. “There’s months worth of baby toys here.”

“I meant to give them to Harry when James and Lily came out of hiding. I’ve built up quite the collection,” said Remus sadly.

“These are home-made?” Sirius asked with a small smile. “Like Hope.”

Remus nodded. “I wasn’t able to get the newer toys,” he replied, ducking his head to look away from Sirius’s soft gaze. “I should get going.” He lifted himself out of the large armchair to head towards the door.

“Wait!” Sirius paused, looking at Remus with shining eyes. “Just stay for a little while longer, would you?”

Remus turned back to take in the sight of Sirius, hair disheveled and unshaven, but still looking as beautiful as ever. He watched the rise and fall of Harry’s little chest, dozing peacefully in Sirius’s arms.

“Okay,” he agreed.

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Blackbird. A little fluff before I head off to the airport for school :)

“Huh,” exhaled Remus as he tried to comprehend the scene in front of him.

“It’s his Halloween costume,” said Sirius.

Remus perused the lump of black cloth, covered in faux feathers. “Harry asked for this?” he asked incredulously.

“I know right? A bird? The poor sprog seems to have forgotten dogs exist,” sniffed Sirius.

“This is a just a bird costume? I thought it was some sort of monster of the horror genre. You know, like La Carcagne,” replied Remus.

“Yes, our four year old specifically asked to dress up as a monster from a hilariously terrible niche horror movie from the 50’s,” said Sirius sarcastically.

“It’s not a crime to enjoy the horror genre, you know,” replied Remus, raising his eyebrows.

“It is if you like the weird pseudo-intellectual ones, Moony. What is so bad about an old fashioned cursed doll, may I ask?”

“Because the doll is reductive and these so called niche horror villains are often an analogy for society’s villains-,” Remus paused suddenly, catching the teasing look on Sirius’s face. “Wait, I’m not letting you goad me into this argument again, Padfoot.”

Sirius barked a laugh. “But you make it so easy, Moony!”

Remus rolled his eyes. “So, Harry wants to be a crow, then? I suppose the costume’s alright then.”

“A crow? This is a blackbird costume,” Sirius emphasized. He grinned at his partner. “It’s because of that rhyme you’re always singing to him. He loves it.”

A surge of emotion flooded Remus. He swallowed. “Oh, is that so?” He tried to get his next words out in an even tone. “I suppose I can help him with a few alterations then.” Remus waved his wand to levitate the costume, before hastily leaving the kitchen.

Shaking his head at Remus’s attempt to hide how touched he was, Sirius looked out the window and smirked at the array of birds sitting on their porch. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned in a faux threatening tone. “Harry is our little blackbird, not yours,” he laughed.

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Swing. Finally back after a long week of school! Who knew med school had this much work lol?

Remus looked up from his chocolate bar to see Sirius shaking his head.

“No luck?” he asked the dog animagus sympathetically.

“We may as well pitch a tent here,” Sirius replied. “He’s obsessed.”

Both men turned to the far end of the park where they were currently spending the afternoon. Remus’s eyes landed on a little boy with messy hair who was swinging with as much force as his small legs could muster. Catching the look of stubborn determination drawn onto his baby-face features, Remus tried not to laugh.

“Who’s the parent here?” He teased his partner.

“You try telling him that swinging all the way around is impossible,” Sirius retorted.

“That’s what he’s been trying to do?”asked Remus.

Sirius nodded. “Why do you think all the other little ones are hovering around him? Our Prongslet claimed that he’d be the first to swing in a complete circle.”

Remus snorted. “Lily would’ve been proud. Remember how she used to try and do that even after we graduated from Hogwarts?”

Sirius grinned back, and then looked down to glance at his watch. “I’m all for impressing your classmates but I can no longer cater to the schedule of a five year old.” Before Remus could say anything, Sirius subtly pointed his wand toward the swing, just as Harry swung upwards.

Remus’s mouth fell open as Harry moved in a complete circle. The mouths of the surrounding children dropped, and then they started cheering. Even Harry himself looked quite surprised as he lifted himself off the swing to accept the praises of his friends.

“Padfoot,” hissed Remus. “He could’ve fell off and injured himself-,”

“Relax. I added a mild sticking charm to the seat,” replied Sirius. “What kind of a godfather do you take me for, Moony?”

“Clearly an impatient one,” grumbled Remus.

Sirius winked just as Harry ran over to them.

“Did ya see? Did ya see?” he jumped up and down excitedly.

“Of course we saw,” gushed Sirius. He picked up Harry and placed him on his shoulders, while they continued to chat enthusiastically about Harry’s accomplishment. Remus smiled as they packed the rest of their things, and made their way out of the park to go home.

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Blooming. One of these days I’ll actually write a microfic (key word micro). Tw: light mention of grief, depression, low self esteem. But nothing too heavy.

A scene from an AU where Sirius commissions a wizarding artist to decorate his godson’s room.

Sirius tried not to hover. Going up to the second floor to “pick up a few things” was a perfectly reasonable activity. It certainly wasn’t a terrible excuse to peek into his godson’s new room and check on the unfortunately attractive painter he had hired.

Remus Lupin. His status as a werewolf was well known among the wizarding community, but there wasn’t a better artist out there. Even the most prejudiced of wixen families had begrudgingly hired Lupin so they could show off the breathtakingly beautiful paintings adorning their children’s walls.

If Sirius had to hear one more piece of gossip about the roaring dragons on the little Malfoy’s walls, he would spontaneously self combust. To prevent this, he had finally asked his assistant to arrange for Lupin to paint Harry’s walls. He’d be damned if his little Prongslet missed out on anything, regardless of what Molly Weasley said about spoiling him. They had both already lost too much, to not have this glimpse of happiness. The poor baby already had trouble sleeping in his room, preferring to climb in with Sirius every night. But as much as Sirius loved to cuddle with his godson to soothe his own nightmares of the war, he knew Harry needed to start sleeping in his own room. He hoped that soothing wall illustrations would ease the transition.

But he didn’t know what to expect from Lupin. What if he wasn’t as good as they said? He already had reservations about anything Narcissa and Lucius held in high regard. The dragon painting was probably horrendously gaudy. It would certainly match their personalities then. Sirius snorted thinking about the pretentiousness of the peacocks wandering around the Malfoy property.

With that thought, Sirius drew himself to his full height and knocked on his godson’s door. Receiving no answer, he slowly pushed it to see Lupin calmly sketching indecipherable smudges on the wall. Sirius frowned, wondering how on earth anyone saw artistic values in the strange lines the curly haired man had drawn. A sudden surge of self disgust rose within him. Here he was, a rotten godfather, who couldn’t even commission a proper painting for his godson. What had James and Lily been thinking, appointing him?

Still receiving no acknowledgement of his presence, Sirius felt decidedly annoyed. He slightly coughed, and then cringed internally. This is what has happened to you after spending so much time arguing with Umbridge in court, he thought to himself.

Lupin turned and gave him a wry smile. “Lord Black, my apologies.”

“No worries. Is there anything you need? Tea, water?” Sirius really needed a new excuse to come back in twenty minutes. There were only so many things he could “forget” to pick up from the attic.

“No thank you,” Remus turned to face him fully now, giving him an amused look. He probably knew exactly what Sirius was up to, Sirius griped internally. It wasn’t his fault those amber eyes practically saw through him.

“Actually there is something you can help me with. On the note your assistant passed on, she said you would like a Quidditch scene as well as a garden. Do you have any specific requests for the plants?”

Lost in the curious amber eyes that gazed back at him, Sirius took a little longer to process the question.

“Lilies,” he blurted. “And then lotus, jasmine, hibiscus. The rest can be typical magical plants that would be found in India.”

Remus paused before answering. He set his paintbrush down to brush a golden curl out of his eyes, revealing more of a long silver scar running down his jaw into his shirt collar. Sirius had the sudden wild desire to kiss it all the way down to its end.

“That sounds lovely,” replied Remus softly.

The combination of realizing his attraction to Lupin as well as the topic of the flowers made it difficult for Sirius to get his words out. He quickly nodded, and moved his gaze down at Remus’s art palette.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” he choked out. He had turned to leave when he heard Remus’s voice.

“I don’t mind an audience, Lord Black,” said the artist mildly. “You can stay and watch if that’s what you prefer.”

Flushing, Sirius nodded and took a seat on the charmed rocking chair in the corner of the room. Remus watched him get settled, gave him another amused look, and turned back to the wall to return to his work.

Sirius soon found himself entranced in the artist’s confident and smooth movements. Within the hour, he could do nothing but gape at how strangely placed lines became outlines of lotus and lily flowers blooming in ponds, Quidditch players on broomsticks, and two mischevious looking Gryffindors exploring a forest.

After a few quiet hours, Remus broke the silence.

“May I ask the significance of the flowers, Lord Black?”

Sirius swallowed before responding. “My godson’s mother and grandmother. They had beautiful gardens and loved tending to them. I want him to go to sleep surrounded by their love.”

Remus’s gaze turned softer, yet without the usual pity that Sirius hated seeing in other people.

“That’s beautiful. I will do everything I can to capture your vision,” he replied. He reached out to touch Sirius’s arm, lighting a fire of desire inside the wizard.

Sirius felt the sudden urge to hug Lupin, or even better to snog his face off. And then late at night, confide all of his secrets, his desires, his worst fears to the man.

“Could I?” blurted Sirius, motioning to the space next to Remus’s stool. Remus looked surprised, but in the next moment smiled so brilliantly that Sirius almost cried at his sheer beauty.

“Please do.” As Remus returned to his work, Sirius continued to watch him paint with rapt attention, stealing looks to admire the way Remus’s face contorted into a slight frown when he perfected a tiny detail, or how his features turned relaxed and peaceful as he lost himself in the painting. Sometimes, Sirius swore he could feel the artist stealing looks at him as well.

A few years later, Sirius sat in the same position, admiring the blooming lotus flower in the painted pond. As his eyes moved toward the edge of the water to take in a miniature black haired man, a curly haired artist, and a messy haired little boy picnicking joyfully, he couldn’t help but feel that everything was going to be alright.

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Fruit

Some more Wolfstar raising Harry

“Padfoot, why?” asked Remus as he spotted the item on the kitchen table.

Sirius looked up and smiled brightly. “It’s our contribution for Harry’s class’s end of the school year party.”

Remus stared bemusedly at the selection of chocolate covered strawberries and melons cut in obnoxiously fancy ways.

“And what was our assigned contribution?”

“A fruit plate,” replied Sirius, giving Remus a strange look.

Remus internally sighed. “And where did you get this fruit plate?”

“Oh funny story, Andi actually has a friend that caters the Ministry Balls. She was kind enough to put me in touch.”

“And you thought a platter for a Ministry Ball would be appropriate for a class full of five year olds?” asked Remus incredulously.

“Moony, this is for our Prongslet’s graduation ceremony. He’s not going to graduate from primary school reception twice,” said Sirius earnestly.

“For the love of Merlin, he’s not graduating. This is an end of the year party.”

“Yes, end of the year during which he happens to be graduating. We need to show Harry that we reward hard work,” insisted Sirius.

“He spent the year mostly coloring and running round with his classmates! We already bought him a present for reading above his age level.”

Sirius placed his hands on hips and shook his head. “Moony, I cannot be shown up by Colleen Smith again. Don’t you remember what happened at the April PTA confer-.”

“Oh not this again,” Remus interrupted. “All she suggested is maybe having a class pet rabbit was too expensive.”

Sirius harrumphed. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want to dip into her funding for PTA ladies nights.”

“You’ve attended many of those.”

“To protest them!”

“While getting manicures?”

Sirius threw his hands up and then gave Remus a pleading look. “Moony babe, please see reason-,” Remus thought this was rich coming from Sirius. “-If we bring subpar fruit platters, how will Harry live down the embarrassment? You know how these posh children are. His classmates will never let him forget it.”

Remus glanced out of the kitchen doorway to see Harry playing with his plushies in the living room. He seemed to be organizing some sort of Quidditch match, with a makeshift audience sitting around an oval ring, and plushies flying on markers to mimic broomsticks.

As Sirius turned to see what Remus was looking at, they both caught sight of Harry maneuvering a stuffed animal to shoot a small quaffle into an imaginary goal. As the little boy cheered, both men watched him with soft smiles on their faces.

Remus placed a hand on Sirius’s shoulder. “Padfoot, this is a primary school for middle to lower class families. Also Harry and his friends will be happy with whatever you bring.”

Sirius sighed. “Fine, I’ll run to the supermarket tomorrow morning. But in the meantime, what do we do with the fancy platter?”

Remus caught sight of the chocolate covered strawberries and gave Sirius a sly look.

“Oh I can certainly think of a few things.”

[goldcrown20]

Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Storm

Some light angst today because I’m annoyed my roommate with the cats had to move apartments bc another roommate was allergic (why they didn’t indicate this on their roommate preferences form baffles me)

A scene from before the beginning of Harry’s sixth year in an AU where he was raised by our favorite gay uncles.

“There, that looks acceptable right?” Sirius asked the large orange Kneazle, who meowed lazily in response. The cat lay draped across the hall window, oblivious to the storm raging outside.

Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the framed letter from McGonagall asking Harry to be Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. Smiling with pride, he waved his wand to straighten the photo.

“Looks good,” replied Remus, startling the dog animagus. Sirius turned to find his partner leaning against the hall doorway. His wet hair and robes dripped water onto the floor.

“Forgot the impervious charms?” teased Sirius, pointing his wand at Remus to cast a drying spell.

“I was distracted,” huffed Remus, as he shook out the remaining water from his hair. “Where is the prodigal Quidditch captain anyway?” he teased, unwrapping a piece of chocolate from his pockets. “I brought home his favorites from Honeydukes.”

Sirius sighed. “He’s in his room, last I checked, staring at the storm, lost in his own world.”

Remus nodded, before exhaling. “I always knew he’d be an angst ridden mess at this age,” he said softly.

Sirius let out a hollow laugh. “Remember the books, Moony? How to handle your teenager’s emotions.” He ran a hand through his curls in frustration. “I feel so powerless,” he admitted. “How am I supposed to make him feel better about a madman targeting him?”

Remus didn’t say anything. He stepped forward to stand next to his partner. The next few minutes were quiet as both men stared at the plethora of their godson’s photos that adorned the wall.

“Have you told him about the Horcrux hunt yet?” asked Remus eventually.

Sirius shook his head. “I don’t want to keep him in the dark, but I don’t want him trying to get involved.”

“I was doing some research on Ravenclaw’s lost artifacts,” said Remus. “I have some leads on the diadem.”

“Right,” muttered Sirius. “That’s good news.”

“We’re going to do this, Padfoot. We’re going to find them all and destroy him for good,” promised Remus.

“I know that,” Sirius replied quickly. “That’s not what I’m worried about.” He stole a quick look at Remus’s gentle yet urging expression. “What if one of us doesn’t come back,” he whispered softly.

“Oh,” replied Remus. One glance at the stricken expression on his face and Sirius knew the sandy haired man was thinking about the last war. About the times where Remus, focused on recruiting the werewolves for their cause, or Sirius, assigned to some Order mission, didn’t come home.

“We’re not those kids anymore,” said Remus. “They’re not going to drive us apart this time.” He reached out to grip Sirius’s hand tightly.

Feeling the familiar warm calluses beneath his soft skin, Sirius’s anxieties calmed slightly. “It’s going to be different this time,” he stated in a strong tone. “For Harry.”

“For Harry,” repeated Remus. Just then, the sounds of a sudden burst of thunder shot through the house, interrupting the moment. Sirius took one more glance at the miserable looking sky, and turned to Remus, determination written clearly in his eyes.

“Let’s find that bloody diadem.”