roommates AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 250
"I don't know, Lils..." Remus went on, still anxiously ruminating on the topic that had been plaguing him for weeks. "It's different with blokes. They're not always as...accepting."
Lily rolled her eyes. "If your roommate can't handle the fact that you're queer, I'll fucking punch him in the throat."
Remus chuckled at this, shifting the box he was holding. Moving into Uni was certainly not fun, and he silently noted to himself that he owed Lily his life for helping. "I shouldn't've picked to have a random roommate, I should've-"
"Remus, we all know you're as anti-social as they come," Lily panted, slowly ascending the stairs to Remus's floor with the laundry basket in her arms. "You would never go to a 'Roommate Social."
Remus laughed and exited the stairwell. "Fair. Here it is- 1103! Looks like he's already-"
But he broke off, and both he and Lily stared into the small room, mouths agape.
Inside, half the room was covered in posters and stuff, with a giant pride flag stretched across the far wall. The man who could only be Remus's roommate was stretched across the bed, leather jacket hugging his lithe body and ripped jeans low on his hips, headphones messing up his stunning wavy black hair, eyes closed and foot tapping.
"I...don't think he'll be unaccepting..." Lily muttered, smirking.
But Remus realized quickly that the problem wouldn't be his roommate not accepting him.
The problem was that his roommate- his gay roommate- was fucking hot.
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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist.
Day 1: Praise Kink with Regulus Black
Day 2: Thigh Riding with Steve Harrington
Day 4: Spanking with Kit Walker
Day 7: Breeding with Billy Hargrove
Day 8: Choking with Spencer Reid
Day 9: Face Riding with Sirius Black
Day 11: Degradation with Peter Ballard
Day 12: Eating Out with Kit Walker
Day 16: Size Kink with Remus Lupin
A/n: these are my kinktober blurbs from 2022 but I thought I’d make a little Masterlist to help everyone find them. Some have gone missing unfortunately so there are days skipped in here.
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“I want you to let all that stuff out before the moon, not just for me but for you. What if it helps?”
“It…I don’t know.” Remus hadn't thought of this. Sure, he always wanted to fuck Sirius, but he hadn’t considered that maybe he could kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. “What if I—”
“You are not going to hurt me. I like it rough.” Sirius smiled that wicked smile and Remus’ lashes fluttered. He did. Not always, but when he did…god, it felt good. Holding Sirius down, biting his shoulder, making him cum over and over, coming inside him…maybe Remus had always subconsciously wanted this.
lil sneak peek of the wolfstar oneshot, it's already fun
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"I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me when we're alone"
"You're ashamed of me." Remus' voice is barely there but it's cold and unfamiliar. Sirius stops in the corridor and all of a sudden it's darker, the scars on Remus' skin glimmer in the low light. No one wrote a book on this, because if they did, Sirius would know. All that occupies his mind is this condition. It feels like a restraint around him, like a tough pill to swallow. Sirius still sees Remus, he still sees the quiet moments they've shared, he still feels his hands on his skin. What he can't help, however, is seeing his shadow in the shape of a wolf.
"You can hold my hand if no one's home."
Sirius reaches for his hand yet Remus makes no move towards him. "I could say the same to you. But I don't. I won't." He's still, illuminated in the lamp light, breathing heavily. “Only one of us is a monster, Remus. And it’s not you.” Rationally, Sirius knows the moon is only days away, that this is so much harder for Remus than it would ever be for him. This time it hangs over both of them. Remus’ footsteps echo away from Sirius. Sirius can’t help but feel like it’s unfair.
"Do you like it when I'm away?"
Sirius feels on edge the whole of the full moon. He sits by the window the whole night, praying for a glimpse or a howl. Something, anything to indicate that Remus, his Remus, was okay. He knows it’s one night. One night, twelve times a year. The condensation from his breath pearls on the glass, illuminated by the moonlight. Sirius feels like the moon is mocking him - I’ll always have him in a way you never will. And Sirius should feel guilty. He really should. But Remus is his, wolf be damned.
"If I went and hurt my body, baby, would you love me the same?"
Sirius wakes up at sunrise. He doesn’t know when he drifted off to sleep but he knows Remus will be back. So he runs. Remus is asleep, caressed by soft sheets he knows Madam Pomfrey has transfigured. He’s lightly bruised and a stitched up laceration graces his left forearm. Sirius can’t help but think he’s beautiful. Sirius always thinks Remus is beautiful. Radiant. Like the moon. He crawls into the bed, jostling Remus awake. He blinks slowly up at the other boy. Sirius holds his breath. Remus concedes. He always does with Sirius. He pulls him in by the waist, and they sleep. Silly boy. He thinks this is what he wants, but he does not understand how it will hurt.
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Prompt 9 - Detective AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 9, word count 999
CW- Dead bodies
Sirius Black looked down at the mauled body. This case was taking its toll on him. This was the fourth body they’d found. Each one left after the full moon. The press had nicknamed the killer ‘The Wolf’.
He sipped his coffee and grimaced as the flurry of forensic personnel moved around the area.
“Shit another one?” James Potter sighed as he ducked under the crime scene tape.
“Yup,” Sirius grunted.
“Same bite marks?”
“Yup,”
“Any leads?”
“Nope,” Sirius drained his coffee cup and dug his keys out of his leather jacket. “I’m going back to the station. Get them to send me anything they find.” He waved at the forensic guys and left.
It took them days to sort through the evidence. But those little geniuses managed to use the teeth marks from all the previous cases and find whose mouth they belonged to.
Sirius looked down at the photograph of the mild-looking man.
Remus Lupin had been a teacher but disappeared a few years ago. He was pretty average-looking, apart from the myriad of scars that sliced across his face. But Sirius just couldn’t get rid of the feeling that this was the wrong guy.
Another month and another body. Sirius was sick of this case. He had multiple people out looking for Lupin, but so far, nothing. Then, after an anonymous tip, Sirius tracked him down.
He approached the run-down shack cautiously. He had backup waiting in case he needed it.
He pushed open the door and shone his torch into the building. He checked the downstairs, but the rooms were clear.
He crept up the staircase and peered around the first door.
Remus was curled up under a ratty old blanket on the filthiest mattress Sirius had ever seen.
“Remus Lupin?” He said clearly. The man’s head shot up. His eyes were full of panic. It was definitely him. “Remus Lupin, you’re under arrest.” Sirius began reciting the legal words to take the man into custody. He pulled out his handcuffs and was relieved when Lupin didn’t put up a fight. Sirius spoke into his radio, letting his team know he’d got him.
He had to help him to his feet as he was very malnourished. “I’ll ensure you get a hot meal once they finish processing you.” He didn’t know why he’d said it, but he did.
He bundled Lupin into the back of the police car but couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just arrested the wrong person.
Remus sat across from him in the interview room, cradling a cup of tea. He’d answered every question Sirius and James had asked him. He had no alibi for any of the killings.
“It’s hard to have one when you live in an abandoned shack.” Remus had joked sadly. Sirius felt a twinge in his heart.
“Why did you leave teaching?” James asked. “From what we can gather. One day, you just up and left. You completely disappeared.” Remus didn’t answer straight away like he had for all the other questions. He looked scared. More scared than when Sirius had arrested him.
“Who’s after you?” Sirius asked, leaning forward, concern leaking into his features. Remus swallowed but didn’t break his eye contact with Sirius.
“There was a guy. I-I-I thought he was a good guy. He promised to look after me but he—he turned out to be a really bad man. He told me he was going to ruin my life after I broke things off. He sent a bunch of his gang to my house. They did this.” He pointed to his face. “I fled. I quit my job, left my flat and ran. But it’s hard to get a job when you can’t use you’re real name or have a fixed address, so…” He trailed off, letting the detectives come to their own conclusions.
“Does this guy have a name?” Sirius asked. Remus’s eyes swam with unshed tears.
“Fenrir Greyback.”
Greyback wasn’t hard to find. He had a rap sheet a mile long, and the kicker was the man had a full set of dentures.
Sirius had managed to get a search warrant for Fenrir’s home and office. It took hours to go through everything, looking for anything that could tie him to the murders. Remus was still in custody, and while he was safe and warm and had three meals a day, Sirius didn’t want the man to be locked up.
Together, he and James checked every nook and cranny. Then, right before they’d been about to give up, James found something.
Hidden in a box beneath the carpet in an air vent was a set of dentures.
“What’s the betting they’re a match for Lupin’s dental records?” James asked, beaming at his partner.
Once they’d found that first piece of evidence, everything fell into place. CCTV footage appeared showing Greyback dragging one of the victims into the alley where she’d been found, slipping in the dentures and biting her body over and over.
Sirius was the one who gave Remus the good news that he was free to go. He’d had to catch the man as he crumpled with relief.
“Where will you go?” Sirius asked. He knew his gut had been right all along. He’d only needed to find the evidence to back it up. But he was worried about the skinny man he’d formed a relationship with. Remus shrugged.
“I can use my name again. So I can apply for teaching jobs.”
“That’s not what I asked Remus.” Sirius folded his arms. Remus shrugged again.
“I don’t have an answer for you.” Sirius rolled his eyes and shook his head. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Remus.
“12 Grimmauld Place. Pick whichever room you want apart from the one at the end that one’s mine.” Remus grabbed Sirius and hugged him.
“Thank you for everything.” He whispered into his ear before he walked out into the bright sunshine and freedom.
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