#minor wolfstar

[whimsicalcrying]

Serpentine Beach: Prologue

Pairing: James Potter x Regulus Black

Summary: Regulus buys a run-down shack on a pretty beach hoping to turn it into a five-star restaurant. Lucky for him, across the stretch of Serpentine Beach sits the looming Tigers Eye Resort, who's owners generously let him, and his team stay. At Tigers eye Regulus is faced with his past, present and future.

w/c: 1509

a/n: This is part of a nine-chapter fic I'm working on for my ao3 account. I may post the chapters here, but if not, I will put the link for it here (hopefully by June 6th). Anywho, enjoy this little teaser!

Feedback is always helpful and appreciated!

!Warnings!: mentions of drinking and some minor death :)

Prologue.

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Twelve-year old Regulus Black didn't like the sandy beaches his parents dragged the family to every summer holiday. The sand got stuck everywhere. In his clothes, in every fold of his body, and worse, the curls that would sit neatly on top of his head if it weren't for the salty wind messing them up every chance it would.

Twenty-one-year-old Regulus liked the beach a whole lot more. 

With the absence of his judging family of vampires, he finds having a fruity, very alcoholic drink in his hands laying under an umbrella suits him a lot more than he had previously thought. Sunglasses to protect his eyes, a half-unbuttoned dark shirt and more sunscreen than a ginger would need, Regulus had nothing to worry about on a beach. 

Perhaps that's why without even checking out the space, he handed Barty his checking information and bought the abandoned building that sat on the west side of Serpentine Beach.

There are no rocks littering the surface, just pure golden sand that burns the soles of his feet when he steps out of the gulf cart Barty just had to purchase when they arrived at the small little seaside town. Regulus’s mouth pulls back into a tight frown, which earns a boasting laugh from Barty who's already clad in a Hawaiian style shirt.

“Well, what do you think, Reg?” Evan asks, coming out of the gulf cart to stand next to him. Regulus lets his eyes trail the weather torn building, noting all the work- all the money it's going to cost to open his restaurant on this beach. Pandora comes to stand at his other side, fiddling with her camera and watching Barty run up the sea torn steps, nearly falling into a rotten wood trap.

“I think….” Regulus slips off his sunglasses to the tip of his nose, his eyes narrowed to block the sun and judge the bare bones of his restaurant. “We’re going to need some drinks and a contractor.”

“We did bring stuff for Pina coladas.” Pandora smiles, before lifting the camera to take a picture of the rundown building. 

“Perfect.” Regulus nods, pushing his sunglasses back up before strutting his way to the entrance. His expression is taunt, but the team knows his tone is laced with approval. 

Barty and Evan look at each other with matching grins, before watching Regulus walk the path to the building entrance like he owned the place. Well, he does own the place. Co-owns it with Barty who paid half with his father's government hush money. The rest came from the Blacks blood money, which Regulus now has full access to, given his father is six feet in the ground. 

He hopes the man is turning in his grave right now, or better yet, burning in hell. Regulus feels his lips twitch to smile, knowing full well the call his mother will give him when the money transfers out. His father hated her as much as he hated his children it seems, putting only Regulus on the will. 

He never expected to stay on it when he left years ago, just like his older brother did. Maybe Orion was tired of burning people off the family tree. Or maybe he foolishly thought Regulus would come running back home when his dreams of becoming a chef crashed.

But Regulus' dreams have not crashed. In fact, they're soon to be soaring.

If they squint, they could almost see the finished product in sight. Starlight fine dining, lined with tourists not just there for the beautiful beaches, but the food and service. 

“I’ll grab the stuff out the Gulf cart” Barty yells over the wind as he rushes to the gulf cart that holds the white rum bottles.

This will do, Regulus tells himself as he watches the ocean view. There's only one contender on Serpentine Beach, Tigers Eye resort which is North of them. A resort that will bring him tons of customers, and tons of revenue. 

This will do me well, he smiles at the crashing waves. The scene is peaceful, almost serene until a loud crash pulls Regulus from his mind vacation, back to reality. Spinning around, he sighs at the sight of Pandora holding the broken door with all her body weight while Evan laughs. Barty makes his way back up, holding the things for their celebratory drinks. 

“It's a fixer upper.” He tells Regulus as he shakes his head and grabs the rum bottle. 

“We need somewhere to stay while we build.” Regulus decides, before glancing to the right where the looming sight of Tigers Eye Resort sits over a long stretch of beach between the two buildings. The only thing dividing them is a long fishing pier in between.

“Well, it's not like we aren't a couple miles from a fancy resort.” Evan deadpans as he helps Pandora with the broken door. The two set it on the rail, only for the wood to crack and send the door and the railing down a few feet to the sand with a rough crash. 

Regulus pushes his sunglasses on top of his head, letting them rest in his curls. “Get in contact with the Tigers eye owners. We'll see if they'll help us out a bit.”

“Aye aye captain,” Barty says. 

“Oh, Dorcas will be so excited.” Pandora laughs, clapping her hands happily. 

“Oh, I'm sure she will be.” Regulus mutters, before stepping through the now doorless restaurant. “Remember guys, this isn't a vacation. We have work to do.” 

“Okay Regulus.” Evan fakes a sigh before grabbing the pina colada ingredients from Bartys arms. “We can still work and drink though, right B?”

“Hell yeah!” Barty agrees.

Regulus can't deny the excitement, shrugging off their blatant disregard for not wanting to work. He lets himself grin, letting the team into the building and gladly accepting the drink Evan puts his way. 

Because Regulus Black is not that little twelve-year-old boy anymore stuck in a cold home. He's twenty-one, drinking with his mates on a warm pretty beach, watching the sun go down.

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“Well, that's odd.” Lily mumbles as she digs through her carry on, reading the back of a postcard of the Tigers Eye Resort. It rests easy in her hands, the news not sounding strange knowing her bosses, but not fully like them either.

James pokes his head over her shoulder, forgetting his duty of making sure Harry is all set for the flight. The toddler is busy talking off his uncle's ear, as Sirius sits the wrong way teasing Harry with the snacks he can't have until they're in the air.

“What's strange?” James can't help but to ask, making Lily dart her pretty green eyes off the postcard. 

“Minnie says it won't just be staff during pre-season.” She speaks, delivering the news lightly, a hint of interest in her tone. “Apparently we are hosting the new people who bought that run down shack on the west side.”

“That dump?” Sirius scoffs, letting the bag of nuts fall to Harry's lap. “I feel bad for whatever poor sod who got convinced to even look at the place.” 

“Remus, hit him.” Lily says lightly. There's a grunt in response, then a smack right on Sirius’s stomach.

“Fuck Moony!”

“Lily told me too.” Remus shrugs, not bothering to act sorry for the wack. Instead, he shifts his long legs in the cramped footing area, trying to get comfortable before he cramps up. His cane rests beside him, another weapon to be used at Lily's will. 

“Prong, control your wife.” Sirius whines playfully, earning an eye roll from everyone, including Harry. 

“Ex-wife.” James and Lily say at the same time before smiling at each other. James reaches out and finally gets Harry settled by the window. The toddler is excited, already wearing a flowery patterned green shirt, his curls pushed back in a small little headband.

“I'm sure whoever they are will have fun at the resort. It's good practice before the season starts, no?” James grins, always seeing the bright side of everything. Lily nods in agreement, but James gets no answer from Remus who's now got his eye mask on.

Sirius sinks in his chair, putting his buckle on just as the flight attendant walks past. “Sure Prongs. Let's just hope they aren't rich snobs trying to sabotage the resort.”

“That was one time.” James retorts. “I don't think Riddle Enterprises is going to try for any part of Serpentine Beach after what Minnie did to em.” 

“You never know Prongs, I sense evil.” Sirius jokes before the captain starts to speak on the speaker, talking right over them. 

James settles between his son and his ex-wife, buckling and staring over Harry's curls to look out the window. The four-year-old wiggles, excited to go back to Serpentine Beach and run around the resort he grew up going to while his family worked.

Sirius senses evil, but James feels like it's going to be another memorable summer. 

[whatisame]

“Shit—” James throws a nervous look over his shoulder. “Look, I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

“James, what did you do?”

The telltale footsteps of a guard quickly approach them.

“They can’t see us here,” James urges.

“Why—” he has no time to check before James is grabbing his hand and taking off running down the hall, pulling him along. “What is going on?” he yelps when James makes a sharp right turn. The Emergency Exit sign shines ahead. He can hear several guards running after them and— when did that happen?  “James stop. Just listen—”

“I have to get you out of here,” he stresses, and Regulus should be mad to be left in the dark, an unwilling accomplice in James’ mischief. He should be yelling at James or telling the guards where he is. What Regulus should not be doing, under any circumstance, is swooning about how bloody noble James Potter is.

I LOVE THEMMM

Chapter 9

10 Things I Hate About You but make it Jegulus

[loveislanduk]

just read there and back again by couldgodutch it was so good highly recommend!

[swag696942069]

Currently reading Red, White, and Royal Blue and Alex and Henry are just so Rosekiller coded its unreal!

So I had an idea for a RW&RB rosekiller fic.

Barty's dad is the president of the United States, making him the first son.

Dorcas is the vice president's daughter and also Barty's best friend.

Regulus and Sirius are apart of the royal family. (Is it just called the royal family? I actually have no idea. Like the ones who live in Buckingham palace. Do they live in Buckingham palace? Like I said I don't know but you know who I'm talking about.)

James is basically Pezz, y'know, Henry friend? Only now he's Sirius's friend cause I said so.

Evan and Pandora's parent (idc which one) is the President of France, (I had to google what their ruler was called 😭) Evan and Dora are childhood best friends with Regulus (they're not related I swear to fudging god-)

I'm not sure what to make Marlene, Remus, Peter, Lily, and Mary. I want Marls and Pete to be childhood friends with James. And I want all of them to be in the same sort of social group. Like, all their parents are involved in politics, so yeah.

Anyway.

Something happens and Barty and Evan have to pretend to be besties, just like in RWRB, and then they realize they like each other and have a lot of gay panic and also freak out cause both their parents are lowkey highkey homophobic (except for Barty's mom. Stan his mom I love her and she doesn't even actually exist. I'm a deep believer that Barty had an amazing mom and he was a full on momma's boy) so yeah...

I know nothing about politics. My only knowledge comes from watching CNN 10 when I was like 11 in class and 2020 tiktok. And also watching like 3 episodes of The Crown on Netflix.... Soooooo..... not very helpful.

So if anyone knows anything about this type of politics and stuff please lmk!! Cause I'd actually like to know. And it'll help me if I actually do decide to write this fic.

[hangingslothcentral]

I swear, every time there is news about trans rights in the UK a chorus of people start crowing about a certain wizard school franchise as though a decent response to trans people having their freedoms limited is 'don't engage with wizard school content'

to be clear: the problem isn't that we shouldn't talk about that content in the context of trans rights. it's that whenever a conversation about trans rights starts happening, everyone starts talking about that content. not only does that suck out all the air from the room and reduce a conversation about people's freedoms into one about whether you should engage with a specific media franchise, but it keeps that content in the centre of the public's attention.

advocating for trans rights is not the same thing as encouraging people not to engage with specific pieces of media. of course, discourage people from engaging with it if you want, but too often I'm seeing people see a conversation happening about trans rights in the UK and IMMEDIATELY starting to talk about this other issue instead. it's not that it's not relevant, it's that it's not the point.

*stop feeding the fire.*

[uhhlifeig]

Muscle - March 4 - word count: 293 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“I’m telling you, Pads, Smith has got to improve his muscle game- if he doesn’t, we’re down a Keeper and Slytherin is definitely going to beat us in the next match!” James groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Reg will never let me live it down.”

Sirius hummed noncommittally. He was too busy staring up at Remus, into his beautifully warm amber eyes and his slightly crooked nose, and his-.

“Pads, are you even paying attention?” James sighed.

“No, he isn’t, Prongs,” Peter said, looking up from his suspiciously purple plant. “Look at him, he’s making eyes at Moony.”

“What? No, I’m not,” Sirius yelped defensively. “I was just-”

Remus huffed a laugh, running a hand through his hair and taking care not to jostle Sirius from his place in his lap. “You so were, Pads.”

“Shuddup,” Sirius grumbled, face turning red. “‘S not my fault you’re so pretty.”

James play-gagged. “Get a room, lovebirds,” he called. 

“Prongs, this is their room,” Peter stated.

“Yeah, and you don’t hear me complaining when you rant about how pretty my brother is,” Sirius said matter-of-factly. “If I can live through that, you can live through Moony and I being lovey-dovey.”

“No.”

“Well, that’s homophobic,” Sirius sniffed exaggeratedly. “I can’t believe you, Prongs. I never thought my best friends would be so unaccepting of who I am.”

“Sirius, I’m literally not straight?”

Sirius grinned. “Well, I bet you wrestle like a straight dude.”

“Fuck you. I bet you I don’t,” James gasped.

“Bet.”

“Bet.”

They launched themselves at each other, playfully punching the other in the arm.

“I can’t believe you two,” Remus sighed as he watched Sirius lick James’s face. “I’m going to elope with Peter now.”

“Great idea, Remus. Let us go now.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Cox

@wolfstarmicrofic August 25, word count 681

CW - Grave, open grave, funeral, minor character death

The service had been small. Hope hadn’t had any family left apart from Lyall and himself. She had a few friends dotted about who had made the journey to see her off, but most of the mourning party was made up of Remus’s friends. Sirius, James, Peter, Mary, Marlene, Dorcus and Lily. They’d all met his Mum at least, and she'd loved each and every one of them. 

Lily had his left hand in hers and gave it a squeeze to get him to stand up as his mum’s coffin was carried from the church. Sirius had his right hand and together he and Lily led him to walk behind Hope. He watched with tearful eyes as she was lowered into the ground. 

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,” The Vicar read the prayer, but Remus blocked out the rest. Hope had been the religious one, not him and certainly not Lyall, but this had been her last wish, and they'd sworn to grant her it. Lily dropped his hand and he shuffled forward to drop a handful of soil onto the shiny coffin that held his mum. 

“I miss you so much already, Mum,” He whispered to her. “ I love you,” He dropped the dirt from his hand and winced at the sound it made as it crashed onto the coffin below. Sirius dipped to scoop up a handful as well. 

“Rest easy Hope, say hi to Alphard for me,” And he let the soil spill from his hand. He helped Remus back to where Lily was standing, and she took his hand again after saying her own farewell. 

Remus was unaware of anything but the two hands holding his. But soon the service was over, and two men began filling in the grave as the mourners filtered out of the graveyard. Lyall came up to him and grasped his shoulder in his big hand, his eyes shining bright with unshed tears. 

“Thanks for coming, Hope would have loved seeing you all,” Lyall said to the others. "See you tonight," He added to Remus before walking away. 

His friends gathered around him, encasing him in their love. They stood in the cold until the men had finished their job and left them to it. Remus approached the edge of the grave again and shook. She was really gone. He felt Sirius shake too. Then a snort from James. Soon all his friends were trying in vain to hide their laughter. 

“What is it?” He turned to Sirius, his heart broken. 

“I’m so sorry, love,” Sirius took a deep breath, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. “It’s just who picked out this spot?” 

“Mum did,” He answered, his voice croaking. “Why?”

“It’s just. Oh, I don’t really want to tell you, not right now,” Sirius grimaced. 

“Tell me,” Remus begged. He had a million thoughts rattling around in his head. Sirius looked around for help but no one stepped forward. He ran his free hand through his hair. 

“It’s just Hope is surrounded by Cox,” Remus’s eyes bugged out of his head. Surely he couldn’t have heard that right. Sirius pointed at the graves beside Hopes and behind. 

“They’re overheard as well,” Marlene snorted from the graves on the row in front of Hopes. 

Remus peered at the name beside his mother’s fresh grave. ‘Irene Cox’. He burst into loud uncontrollable guffaws. He fell to his knees at his mother’s graveside, unable to stand with the laughter escaping from him. 

“Merlin, Mum. Thanks. Thanks so much. I love you,” He blew a kiss to the quiet earth, knowing Hope must have set this up to make him smile one final time. He stood up and looked at his friends gathered there to help him through this horrid time in his life. 

“Let’s go get a pint and a sherry for Mum so we can drink to her,” Sirius grabbed his hand again, squeezing it gently. They followed the twisting path out of the little graveyard and Remus could have sworn he heard his mum’s laugh following after them.   

[messrsrarchives]

I’m honestly so glad you make these yaps about fandom etiquette and censorship and stuff because im literally learning so much 😭

At first I was always like “don’t hate on ships unless it’s illegal/immoral” but now I just raise my eyebrows if it’s got kinda crazy tags and move on my way.

Because the thing is with censorship is when does it stop?? Like yes, fandom shouldn’t be censored at all, but if it was, it would end up a mess anyway. It would start with adult/minor and incest, but then people would start arguing that age gap ships are bad, even if it’s adults, then underage smut, then political fics, then morally grey/wrong character explorations, and just when does it stop?

People already think that just because they don’t like something in fandom, means it’s horrible and wrong. They already through around terms like misogynist, it would be a mess if people started to police fandom.

I don’t really know what my point was here but yes!! I agree but I didn’t before!!! And you’re very cool for teaching me about how fandoms work and fandom etiquette!!!

this is already such a thing omg !!! like age gap is considered part of it now??? tiktok have been debating what age gaps are okay and ended it with "keep it as canon or it's weird" sorry !!! there's something about an older remus that just Does It !!

and they definitelyyyy do it with morally grey characters ! like snape, look okay. he's an ass! and people can 100% dislike him, but the immediateeee hatred of anyone engaging with him? calling his fans nazi sympathisers etc??? what are we DOING 💜

i am. so very glad. like i didn't start posting yaps so people listened, nor do i do that now (unless it's like,,, jkr. then yes, listen to me :3) i'm just a yapper! but it's always so nice seeing that people understand a bit more 😖 leaving a lil mark on this place in the nicest and bestest way possible <33

[albi-bumblebee]

wolfstar raising teddy isn’t wrong because it’s “misogynistic,” it’s wrong because wolfstar is always wrong. horrible ship. second worst hp ship, only worse one is dramione

[phoebebuggers]

starting to feel like the outlier in the marauders fandom bc i only like the basic ships. like wolfstar, jily, dorlene, and occasionally jegulus or marylily that’s my shit anything else stresses me out

[lumosinlove]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

(cw in tags if you wish)

Five: Sirius

Athens, Greece

Sirius wasn’t reckless. He thought before he did—probably too much sometimes. He kept himself in line. Maybe it was a product of a strict upbringing. A smack on the cheek or hand at one wrong move. He used to think it was what made him so good for the agency. Salazar liked strict. They liked obedient. James, therefore, hadn’t quite made sense to Sirius as a candidate, at least not in the beginning. Not until he showed Sirius that it wasn’t just about following orders. It was about heart, too. Camaraderie. Remus had shown him that, too. Still, Sirius couldn’t always shake that rule-following kid.

But if Remus was on the rooftops getting shot at by Jack Archer, who had just been holding a gun to Logan and Finn’s heads, all bets were off.

Jack was smart though. He took Sirius right through the now bustling Christmas market. Small children strapped the the chests of fathers. Women in groups laughing and catching up over coffee. Carolers by a central fountain. Sirius caught glimpses of alarmed eyes as he ran, always keeping the back of Jack’s head just in sight. He tried not to add to the mess on the street, narrowly avoiding the cart Jack had carelessly rolled into his path. He sprinted past the pissed vendor. He knew he should hide his gun. Lights blurred beside him and the sun came out from behind a cloud, then went again. His feet pounded the pavement. The streets narrowed. Jack stumbled on the stones in front of a cafe, sending cups shattering to the cobblestones and making a shop owner run out and shout at him. For a second, Sirius thought he was going to catch up. He swiped forward at the fabric of Jack’s shirt, but Jack rolled and then was up on his feet again. Sirius lunged. He didn’t care who was watching. He didn’t care if they saw his gun. His arms wrapped around Jack’s waist and they both hit the cobblestones hard, rolling into another table. Sirius felt something hot splash against his neck, something sharp dig into the skin of his wrist.

Jack was up again in a moment, using a hard kick to Sirius’ ribs to knock the wind out of him. Sirius gasped, coughing as he scrambled up from the ground and away from the alarmed onlookers. He yanked the shard of ceramic out of his arm. Jack slipped around a bend in the street—but this was one Sirius recognized. He’d chased Remus—or the ghost of Remus—right into this corner.

When he held his gun up on Jack, Jack’s hands were around the bars of the very gate Sirius had run into their first day here.

“Dead end, Archer,” Sirius said. “Now tell me why you’re here.”

Jack at least knew when he’d been caught. His shoulders moved quickly, breathing hard as he rested his forehead against the gate.

“Did you know?” Sirius could hardly say the words. “Did you know they were alive?”

“Sirius—”

“Get the fuck down,” Sirius said, striding closer until they were both hidden in the alleyway. He risked a glance behind him. “On your knees.”

Jack went, knocking the damp hair out of his face with a jerk of his head. Sirius could see both of their breath fogging between them. “We didn’t know. Not until Leo found Remus.”

“And you want them dead.”

Jack’s mouth formed a thin line.

Sirius didn’t have time for this. His mind kept skipping back, trying to figure out who had been shooting from the roof. RemusRemusRemus.

“Why?” Sirius asked. “Why do you want them dead? They’re our own, what changed? And I swear to God, answer me, or I’ll bring you to James.”

James was sweet. James was funny. James was relaxed and kind and easy-going.

James could also get information out of anyone. He was their top interrogator, had been since the academy. How do you do it? Sirius had once asked. Sirius had never liked seeing terrified faces up close. James had gotten a sad, faraway look on his face. I pretend they have Lily. And Harry. And then I don’t feel so guilty. I just want them to talk. I make them talk.

Jack seemed to have heard the rumors because he paled. “Listen. This is Salazar. You’re here to find them and bring them in. That’s all I’m here for, too.”

Sirius thought briefly of telling Jack about Logan’s memory, but Remus’ careful hazel eyes filled his mind. Unsure. Untrusting.

“Why pull the gun?”

Jack’s eyebrow arched. “Tremblay was holding a gun on his own husband. Who, by the way…” Jack made a scornful sound. “Should not be here.”

It was Sirius’ turn to stay silent. It was a sensible response, but that didn’t mean Sirius believed him.

“What,” Jack laughed a little. “You think we wouldn’t know?”

“I couldn’t stop him.”

“Liar.”

“That makes two of us, then,” Sirius said. “Why are you here?”

“Is he turned?” Jack asked in a hushed voice, eyes dark. “Is Lupin?”

“Turned where? By who?”

Jack shook his head slowly. “Liar.”

“I’m not.” Sirius swallowed over a dry throat. At least, not entirely. Pascal. Pascal, whoever he was.

“You don’t want to get on our bad side, Black,” Jack said. His hand twitched, maybe towards a knife, and Sirius stretched his gun forward. Jack’s smile was tight. “I think Tremblay’s enough proof of that.”

Sirius stared at him. “What the hell does that mean?”

Jack opened his mouth to answer, but stopped as though his words had frozen in his mouth. He snapped his lips shut, then a strained cough escaped. A twitch went through his body, almost like a pulse of electricity, and he sat back against his heels. Sirius hesitated, watching Jack blink fast at the cobblestones before raising his eyes to Sirius.

“Who the hell are you?” Jack asked, eyes darting between the two guns. He scrambled backwards, the gate rattling when it hit his back. “What the hell?”

Sirius froze. He clicked the safety off on his own gun. “Don’t bullshit me, Archer.”

Jack blinked at him, eyes unfocused. “I…”

Another twitch, a strange pulse through his body. Jack gasped. A thin trickle of blood ran from his nose. He swayed where he was, and his hands went to his head. “Ah—” Sirius watched his face screw up in pain. Jack stared up at him. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Jack—” Sirius began to say, but then Jack fell against the pavement, as suddenly as if someone had pushed him, with a harsh thud.

Sirius felt something cold squeeze around his throat. Dread, maybe. Adrenaline. Slowly, he lowered the guns, tucking one into his belt and swinging the other behind him, doing a quick scan of what little of the street he could see. He raised it up towards the roofs, then crouched in front of Jack.

His eyes were open, lips parted, blood quickly drying on his skin. He was dead.

“Jesus,” Sirius whispered. “Jesus, fuck—” His hand went for his radio, and then he paused. It was Salazar’s radio.

If anyone had told Sirius just a week ago that that would make him pause, he would have laughed.

Sirius checked Jack’s pulse—nothing—and then cursed as he heaved his body up against the wall as best he could. There was no point in trying to move him, not with the city waking up. Someone would have to find him like this. Sirius turned Jack’s collar up, closed his eyes, and took the wires off of him. He took his knives—all the ones he could feel anyway—and the second, small gun he found tucked into his boot.

He walked in the opposite direction of the cafes, towards the still mostly sleeping residential streets. There had been no blood, not that much anyway, but Sirius checked his hands and front before calling out to a man sweeping the steps in front of his house with a cigarette between his teeth.

The man didn’t put up much of a fight, just handed Sirius his cellphone before waving him off and going back to the chore.

The line picked up immediately.

“Lion den,” Sirius said into the tone. It was their secure line. If Salazar knew about it, they’d be dead, but Finn’s tracker wasn’t the first illegal backup Leo had set up. James hadn’t seen the point, hadn’t seen what they’d ever have to hide any comms, but Leo had insisted. Now, Sirius was glad. After Archer and Remus and Logan, he didn’t know who to trust. A headache was building at the back of his skull.

“We’re not at the house,” Leo said instead of hello. “After Archer, I didn’t think we should go back there.”

“He’s dead,” Sirius said.

He heard Leo’s sharp inhale. “Sirius—”

“It wasn’t me,” Sirius said. “We were running, I got him. And then he didn’t recognize me all of a sudden. A minute later, he was dead.”

Sirius’ heart was going so hard he had to press a hand there. The sweeping man didn’t even look up. The gray light hurt his eyes.

“Where are you?” Sirius asked. “Leo. Are you all together?”

“He’s dead?” Leo asked. “But—how? And what do you mean he didn’t recognize you?”

“I don’t know, I thought he was fucking with me, because maybe he knew Logan—but how would he know Logan couldn’t remember? I…” Sirius pressed at his eyes. It was as though someone was shining a spotlight right in his eyes. It ached. “I don’t know, Le. Where are you? Where are you?”

“Sirius,” Leo said. “I can’t find—I can’t find you.”

“What?”

“I can’t find you—Jesus, here, I’m dropping this number our coordinates—but Sirius, your tracker’s offline.”

Sirius felt the phone vibrate with the incoming text. He looked, memorizing quickly. It would disappear entirely in a minute, erasing itself.

“He didn’t recognize you?” Leo asked. “He didn’t…”

“Leo,” Sirius said, and then dropped to a knee. God, his very bones ached. His skull.

“Oh God,” Leo said faintly, and then, a little farther away from the phone, he shouted. “James!”

Sirius ducked away from the gray light. The cold wind. His head was killing him. “Fuck.”

“Eh!” The man stopped sweeping, looking at him. He said something fast in Greek, but Sirius was hopeless to translate just then.

“Sirius,” Leo said, voice closer now. “You’re tracker. Cut it out right now.”

“What?” Sirius asked.

“Cut out your tracker right now,” Leo shouted. “You said Jack forgot and then he was dead, there’s nothing that would cause that except—” Leo cut off with a short cry.

“Leo?” Sirius said.

He heard Finn’s voice in the background. Leo! Oh my God—

Then Leo’s. Cut it out, Finn. Right there, remember, feel it? Finn, stop fucking staring, do it, do it, it’s going to kill me and James—

“Finish?” the man asked him, alarmed. He was holding out his hand for his phone, but didn’t look like he wanted to get much closer to Sirius. “Hey, finish? Finish?”

“Help,” Sirius said. “Please—” He pulled the Greek out but he didn’t know how. Autopilot, maybe. “Sir, please may I use your bathroom? It’s life or death.”

The man began to shake his head, but Sirius didn’t have time—he shouldn’t have even asked. The man shouted as Sirius hauled himself up and stumbled past him. He shouldered through the small, wooden door and found himself in a living room—tidy and smelling of cinnamon and coffee. It connected right with the kitchen, not unlike their safe house. The dim lamp by the sofa stung his eyes, glaring as if it were a sun. Sirius blinked hard, looking for something sharp, anything.

“Hey!” The man tried to grab his shoulder, but Sirius shook him off easily. There was a knife, small, laying beside a sliced lemon. Sirius grabbed it and all but fell against the sink. A small vase on the window sill above slipped and shattered into the basin.

The man’s protests was no more than a ringing in Sirius’ ear as he groped at the back of his own neck. What the hell are you doing? Are you insane? Are you sick? Hey, my wife and children will be back soon, come on, brother, don’t scare them. Put the knife down, put the knife down—

There. Sirius felt the bump. Was he imagining that it was hot to the touch? It didn’t matter.

He didn’t even feel the pain of the blade. His adrenaline was so high that it felt like nothing at all. Butter. A slip. Only the red on his hands let him know that he had succeeded. That, and the small, pill-like chip clutched between his fingers.

The pain evaporated and Sirius drew in a ragged breath.

No sooner had he dropped the tracker into the sink than did it let out a high-pitched sound and crack itself in half.

His hearing returned. He blinked his vision back to normal. He worked the pressure out of his jaw. The tracker released a thin trail of smoke.

Sirius, he tested. Sirius Black. He knew himself. He knew the coordinates.

When he turned, breathing hard and sweating, he grabbed an old, dirty looking cloth and pressed it to his neck. It didn’t look like anyone would miss it. The man was simply staring at him, eyes darting between his face and the device in the sink.

“Thank you.” Sirius breathed the words out. Greek, or at least half way there. “I am sorry. I am sorry.”

Without another word, Sirius raced out the door.

+++

The coordinates were an abandoned building right on the coast. Sirius could smell the salt. The cold air was made colder by damp. He had stopped the bleeding of his neck and turned up his collar to keep the rag in place. Everything felt wet and slippery now. Recent rain on the rocks beneath his feet as he walked up an old pathway.

There was nothing inside, it was merely a somewhat reasonable roof of their heads. Shelter, nothing more. Just broken down boards and stone walls now.

To anyone else, it looked empty.

Sirius whistled two notes.

Two notes returned from his left where the sea and horizon bled into each other, framed by a still standing window. It could have been a painting. A TV.

James appeared in front of it, wild hair haloed by the light.

“Fuck,” James said, and then they were hugging. Sirius face ended up near a slightly pink bandage on James’ neck, and he sighed his relief all over again.

“Fuck me, we had a bomb in our head the whole time, Si.” James reached up and brushed the bandage with light fingers. “Just an average day on the job.” His eyes went to Sirius’ neck. “What did you do it with?”

“Fucking kitchen knife, man. You?”

James’ laugh was shaky. “One of my daggers on Leo and I. Finn did it. Think he’s a little freaked, but he did it.”

“Oh Jesus, I should have…” Sirius shook his head. He had his own and he had Jack’s. “Didn’t have to traumatize this…God, never mind. I fucking broke into someone’s house.”

James laughed again, but he looked pale. “It’ll be fine. I was so scared I didn’t even feel it.”

“Same.”

James raised his eyebrows. “Jack?”

“I left him,” Sirius said. “Took everything off him. People will think…I don’t know. But there’s nothing to lead back to Salazar or us.”

James nodded, taking that in. “Salazar’ll be looking for us now that they can’t find us.”

Sirius nodded. “I know… I know they will. We have to move.” They began walking towards the sea window. “How did you end up here? Where are the others?”

“Finn and Leo are with Logan.”

Logan. God, Sirius hadn’t forgotten, of course he hadn’t forgotten, but what a strange thing to hear. After all these months, just a simple Finn and Leo are with Logan.

No sooner had James said it than did the Leo appear. He had an identical bandage to James and held one out to Sirius, along with an alcohol packet.

“Clean that,” Leo said.

Sirius tossed the bloody rag away. “Did yours smoke, too?”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “The second I started to get a headache—Finn said that’s what happened to Logan, too. Said he fell down in pain. But…” Leo frowned in the way he did when he was thinking something over, when something was so entirely perplexing to him that he was sure to pull an all nighter. Sirius had seen him many times after those. Blond hair a mess, coffee mugs lined up besides the water and the electrolyte packets.

“Where…” Sirius began to say. He’d only gotten a glimpse of Logan and it was beginning to feel more like a dream. His slack face. There had been blood? Hadn’t there?

Leo moved aside, revealing a half-collapsed hallway. No, it was more like an nave. Sirius looked up and realized that the remnant of a vaulted ceiling remained, stone and precarious. This had been a church.

Wind whistled through, a high note off the sea, when Sirius saw them. Finn and Logan were at the other end, a corner mostly intact and protected from the cold. Finn was awake, staring down at Logan’s face like he couldn’t stand to look away, not even for a moment. Logan was—asleep?

“Knocked out.” Leo filled in his thoughts. “Finn said he remembered him in the alley, but he’s been out ever since.”

“And his tracker?”

“It’s gone,” Leo said. “I checked.”

“But if Salazar wanted him dead…”

Leo nodded, already there. “Then whoever took it out probably saved his life."

“But he can’t remember us,” Sirius said.

Leo rubbed a hand through his hair, then pressed his fingers to his mouth, thinking. There was blood beneath his nails still, a crust of red even smeared along his jaw. Sirius had the sudden urge to wipe it away for him.

“You said Jack forgot who you were a second before he was killed,” Leo said. “I’m guessing—and this is only a guess—that this is some sort of…kill code put into place in Salazar’s tracker hardware. A memory wipe in case we get captured, and then a kill switch if there’s no hope or if we might crack and tell all.”

“Jesus,” James whispered.

“I’m guessing whoever took out Logan’s didn’t do it in time to prevent the memory wipe. And that’s calling it real close, I don’t know…”

Remus. Sirius could hardly breathe. If he hadn’t seen that footage for himself, he’d be on his knees all over again, desperate and afraid.

“Can you reverse it?” James asked. He was chewing on a thumbnail, looking down the hall. “God, please say you can Leo.”

Leo let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know.” He looked down the stone archways towards Finn. As the three of them watched, Finn reached out a hand and brushed Logan’s hair back from his eyes gently. “I don’t know.”

[a-great-tragedy]

You know that moment in all wolfstar fics where Peter walks in on them?

That’s the moment he decided to betray them. Since then, he just spent years planning it all, waiting for the pieces to fall into place and you know what? He wasn’t… wrong.

[uhhlifeig]

Shiver - Dec. 17th - word count: 305 - @wolfstarmicrofic (slightly suggestive)

They were in Remus’s bed with the curtains drawn.

Sirius’s dress shirt was half-unbuttoned, showing his collarbones. He was grinning like a madman as he proceeded to undo the rest of his buttons and take his shirt off, but Remus still wasn’t paying attention.

Well, yes, he was, but he really didn’t show it. Remus stared intently at his book, not absorbing a single word but keeping up the façade so that Sirius would have to wait just a bit longer. 

They did have homework to do, after all.

“Moony,” Sirius whined after around ten minutes. “Stop reading. I want to have fun, not study.”

“Fine,” Remus grumbled, closing his textbook. Secretly, though, he was happy that Sirius finally gave him a reason to put the book down. “You’re insufferable.”

“Only for you, love,” Sirius grinned. “Now get over here, you swot.”

“Gladly,” Remus said, running his fingers down his boyfriend’s chest, making him shiver. “You’re so pretty,” he said reverently. “So gorgeous. Love you.”

He then took off his own shirt, exposing his scars. He had always thought that they were horrific, especially the one on his left shoulder, but he hadn’t felt disgusted by them in a while. 

Why? Because Sirius, of course. Everything always came down to Sirius.

“You too, Moons. You’re so beautiful. Always beautiful,” Sirius whispered back, peppering little kisses on the scars that he could reach. “Love you too.”

Just then, the curtains opened. 

“Oi, you two,” Peter muttered. “I’m trying to sleep here. Either sleep together- not like that- or put up a silencing charm. Listening to you two go at it is disgusting, and listening to you two sweet-talk each other is disgusting. You’re like a deadly concoction of sugar and spice and everything nice, good lord.”

“Wait, is James with-”

“Reg. Slytherin dorms.”

“That brotherfucking bitch-”

[missingglower]

headcanon on modern! marauders era

[based on the first picture]

You can clearly see... *Gaslights you* Clearly see that in this pic Marlene and Mary occupied Sirius' and Remus' apartment, which is far more spacious than their own (curse Padfoot and his uncle Alphards heritage), so they could finish their graduation art project for Hogwarts. But if being honest, Mary is the one doing all the work: her girlfriend is either listening to the radio, or with Sirius, fixing peoples motorbikes for cash.

Mary: You son of a witch, Sirius. Stole my girlfriend with some bikes and now I cannot work properly!

Marlene & Sirius, looking at Mary with dumb smiles: Respectfully, it's October and we don't graduate that soon.

And Remus... Well, Remus is done. Remus ran to Lily and James the moment he saw McDonald and McKinnon at his doorstep. Just because it's more quieter. Can relate.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - First Drink

@wolfstarmicrofic January 16, word count 358

Remus had no idea where James and Sirius had disappeared to. He and Peter had gone up to their dorm after dinner since Sirius and James hadn’t shown up. 

“I wonder where they’ve gone,” Peter mused as he opened his latest copy of Quidditch Weekly. Remus decided to use his time more effectively. He pulled out his transfiguration homework and began writing his essay on switching charms. 

An hour later, happy, blaring voices rose from the bottom of the spiral staircase. Remus would know those voices anywhere. He carefully put his transfiguration work away in his bag and waited for the pair to climb up to their dorm. 

“MOONY!” Sirius shouted as he tripped into the room, catching himself and barrelling across the room and flinging himself onto Remus’s bed. 

“WORMTAIL!” James boomed, jumping and missing Peter’s bed, landing in a heap on the floor. 

“Bloody hell Prongs,” Peter yelped, getting off his bed and helping James to his feet. 

“What have you two been up to?” Remus asked, helping Sirius roll onto his side. 

“We went to the Hogs Head,” Sirius declared loudly. “Old Abby didn’t seem to care we were underage and gave us a whole bottle of firewhisky. Look, I saved you a bit,” He dug around in his robes and pulled up a mostly empty bottle of firewhisky. “Here have a sip,” Sirius said happily, pulling the cork out of the bottle and pushing it into Remus’s hands. 

“I’m alright, Pads,” He said, trying to give it back. 

“Oh, go on, please, just a sip,” Sirius pleaded. Remus rolled his eyes but lifted the bottle to his lips and took a small sip.

The fiery liquid scorched down his throat and into his stomach. Where it settled as a warmth deep inside him, it wasn’t half bad. 

He heard a soft snort and looked down at Sirius, who had fallen asleep. He sighed fondly and pulled the cover up over him before shutting the curtains around the bed. He looked over to Peter’s bed and saw the same thing happening. It looked like he and Peter wouldn’t be sleeping in their own beds tonight. 

[t1oui]

so something i've said on here multiple times is that i don't like wolfstar, largely bc i usually find sirius black annoying. BUT there is one wolfstar fic i have come back to multiple times (giving it a reread earlier reminded me to make this post).

it's called ten reasons (to go to michigan) by greyeyedmonster18 and it's a muggle au where remus is staying in his hometown trying to write his 2nd book after his divorce and he meets sirius, an artist (and single parent raising a very witty teenage harry). it's really cute and i love how everybody is written, including minor characters like dorcas, marlene, and regulus.

the whole thing overall is pretty fluffy and i love the character relationships, especially the one between reg and sirius even though it's not the focus of the story. (they live and work together and it's a great read for people wanting a good black brothers relationship, even if it's in the background.)

it's fairly short, 10 chapters and 59.4k words (which IS short for this fandom lol) and i think everybody should go check it out :)

(do beware of the tags though - even though the mentions of addiction, abuse, and death are minor, they're definitely there)