#series: wolfstar microfics

[blueironywrites]

Title: Angels

Word count: 236

Rating: M

Notes: Written for the February prompts from @wolfstarmicrofic. Today I chose “flirt”.

Summary: Seeing Sirius at the bar, Remus tries his luck with a pick-up line.

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“Buy you another?”

Sirius looked up from his drink and saw a man standing next to him at the bar. The man was very attractive. But Sirius simply shrugged uninterestedly.

“Come on,” the man pressed. “It’s a free drink and you look lonely.”

Before Sirius could open his mouth, another man walked to the other side of where Sirius was sitting. This man was tall, lanky and dressed as though he worked in a bookshop in the 1980s. He wore corduroy trousers, a wool cardigan and had a smile on his face that made Sirius’s heart flutter.

“Hi,” he said, clearing his throat. “Uh... I was just wondering,” he said, a little awkwardly. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

Sirius leaned closer to the man and inhaled a sweet scent of wood and grass. “Why,” he said, grinning. “Are you saying that heaven is missing an angel?”

The first man behind him scoffed audibly and exclaimed, “You have to be kidding me!”

Sirius turned and shrugged at the man again. “Sorry,” he said, simply. The man rolled his eyes before walking away.

Sirius turned back to the man next to him who was laughing as the bartender poured out a drink in front of him. “Rem, that’s the best you could come up with?” Sirius asked his husband, also laughing.

“Hey,” said Remus, raising his glass. “It worked, didn’t it? I’m the one who is taking you home tonight.”

[saintchaser]

darling (@wolfstarmicrofic)

"would you like to get married someday?" remus asked, half of his body bent outside the window, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "you know we can't do that legally, but something being illegal has never stopped us, or you, for that matter."

sirius grinned. "if you want that. that does come with sacrifices, though. i can almost imagine james crying through our vows."

remus laughed, rich and warm like honey. "oh, my mum will be all the same. she'll be dabbing her eyes the whole time, and so will euphemia. they're going to be clinging to each other and sobbing their poor hearts out."

sirius chuckled. "marlene will get drunk."

"absolutely! so will we, in fact, they say that getting married on the wedding night is good luck. ("who says that?" "i do. i made it up right now." "you're a right tosser, did you know that?" "but you love me.") where will the honeymoon be?"

"wherever you want it to be. we can try grimmauld place." sirius winked. "i heard they've got a really nice woman around there, walburga, ever heard of her?"

they sat in silence for a while, until remus put his cigarette between sirius' lips, who smiled gratefully, his lips curling around the cylinder.

"can i tell you a secret?" sirius asked, lit up by the moon, playing strange twinkles, white in grey, in his eyes.

remus nodded; he liked holding sirius' secrets. tucked in his pocket, deep within his heart, they were only theirs to share. whispered in the dead of the night over smoking and stubbed cigarette butts, limbs tangled and their room cold (they still hadn't gotten around to fixing the strange heating that their block of flats offered), but their hearts warm.

"i don't like weddings. i never have. too many commitments. i'd like to be as we are right now, darling." the words fell off sirius' lips so easily. "maybe move out of this shitty apartment and get a house on the seashore. or a cabin in the woods. we could have chicken and goats and sheep if you want to. or we can stay here, in this shitty apartment with a leaky tap and no shower curtains and a minuscule balcony. it won't matter for me, as long as it's with you."

"and it won't matter for me either, because i love you, darling."

[writer-of-sorts]

written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: train

The stranger on the train is dressed in ripped jeans, a black undershirt and a leather jacket, with heavy mascara lining his eyelids and a row of piercings lining his ears.

Despite his punk appearance, the man undeniably has the air of an aristocrat. He sits straight-backed and prim, one knee crossed over the other. A sketchbook rests atop the expensive-looking bag tucked against his side.

When Remus approaches him, the stranger looks up. The long hair curtaining his face draws back, revealing alabaster skin, sharp cheekbones, full lips and soulful grey eyes.

Quite frankly, Remus thinks this stranger is the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

Which is exactly why Remus stutters incoherently before proceeding to trip over his own lanky legs and swear like a sailor as he goes crashing down to the floor of the train compartment.

Except he’s not crashing down to the floor. Because there is a pair of very strong leather-clad arms holding him up.

Said arms straighten Remus’ body and then drop as he comes face-to-face with his savior. His very attractive savior, who just witnessed Remus nearly fall flat on his face.

Remus feels his cheeks grow hot as embarrassment washes over him.

“Es-tu blessé?” the stranger asks, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

And now Remus feels hot for an entirely different reason. He opens his mouth, then closes it wordlessly.

“Oh,” the man says. He smiles sheepishly. “Are you alright?” he asks, with just the faintest trace of an accent as he rolls his mouth around the r’s.

“Yes,” Remus breathes. He clears his throat. “My name is Remus, and” —he points to the empty seat across from the man— “I believe that is my seat.”

The stranger flashes a genuine smile, and Remus’ heart soars. “Sirius Black. Please sit down.”

word count: 300

[noxturn-alley]

Comic

"Jane Eyre? That's one of my favorites, Remus. You've got great taste"

"Thanks, Lils" said Remus, looking up at her. He was laying inbetween Sirius' legs on the common room floor.

"Yeah, Moony. You've got great taste." Sirius chuckled, looked down at the transfigured Avengers comic book Remus was holding.

@wolfstarmicrofic (50 words)

[munacy]

Thirst

Sorry this took so long everyone! AND THAT IT’S SO LONG. Here's Part 4!! Written for (I just tagged everyone who expressed interest in the continuation, sorry! I can totally untag you if you would like!): @stars-a-n-d-scars @shirablu @b-u-g-g-y @over-under-through1 @colgatebluemintygel @thebisexualswiftie @willow-paniking

Part 1: Ignorance

Part 2: Duck

Part 3: Anticipation

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompts: lovesick, cupid, hate, darling, regret, affection, admirer, thirst

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Peter loves James dearly, his most fervent admirer, even. But he must admit, he lacks something Sirius has in troves: the ability to be smooth.

In the midst of their plotting, the three of them hear Remus returning to the dorm, and Sirius hisses at James and Peter: "Quick! Laugh as if I've just said something funny!"

Remus opens the door to a laughing group of Marauders, looking charmed and slightly bemused.

"Moony! Come join the fun, we've been wondering as to your whereabouts," Sirius smiles at Remus in a way that Peter can tell Sirius knows looks handsome.

"Ha! Funny that, I was just looking for you in the Hospital Wing. We must have totally blown past each other."

"Yes, well, when you've got one thing on your mind...."

Remus huffs mildly. "And just what were you three giggling about?"

"Oh, y'know. Snogging," cuts in James, according to plan.

"Snogging?"

"Or rather, our piss poor first attempts at snogs."

"Ah yes, mostly we were laughing about Prongs' attempt at snogging Kashmir Anders in Fourth Year," Sirius smirks.

Remus chuckles. "That did go awry, didn't it? He's still got that little scar on his earlobe if you look close."

"Say Moony—" Sirius sounds decidedly casual, and Peter's hairs stand on end, "—Have you ever snogged anyone?"

This is it. Peter can feel it. This is when they solve the mystery of Remus Lupin's sexual orientation.

He grins slyly. "I've snogged my fair share, I'll have you know."

Peter can't take it anymore. Subtlety be damned; he's never had much patience: "But what was in their pants!?"

One could have heard a pin drop in that dorm, but the fury on Sirius' face spoke for itself. Oops.

Remus looks decidedly shy as he answers, completely misinterpreting the question, "Well, I've not gotten quite that far, Pete."

Peter could jump off of the Astronomy Tower.

"Oh, but that reminds me!" Remus starts animatedly. "Part of the reason I was looking for you, Pads, was about Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"It was?" Sirius replies, looking shocked and hopeful.

"Yeah! Funny coincidence, really, I've actually asked Kashmir Anders to go with me, but get this! She says she'll only come if you agree to go with her mate, Opal Hendricks. Did you know she's got a bit of a thing for you? Ah, but of course, everyone does," he chortles good naturedly.

Sirius looks aghast. James looks aghast. Peter doesn't know for sure what he himself looks like, but he's got a suspicion.

"...Why do you all look like that? Look, I know Opal's a bit—”

"I'd love to."

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Sirius is regretting his entire life.

Look, my back was against the wall! he'd argued with James and Peter, who'd lambasted his idiocy. There was no good excuse for me to say no!

He thinks now that any excuse (can't, I'm going to do my own homework for the first time ever and my grandmother's scheduled to die this weekend) would have been better than voluntarily suffering this.

Opal Hendricks is clinging to his arm, and she's truly a vision: dark, curly hair, an even curvier body, and sleepy cornflower-blue eyes, and Sirius feels not a drop of desire for her. There are horrible little cupids, felt hearts, and red crepe paper all around them, even though Valentine's Day is two weeks past, and any sane business owner (which is mutually exclusive to owning Madame Puddifoot's) would have taken the blasted things down.

Far worse is the sight of Remus: he is wearing a fitted crimson turtleneck and a matching beanie with a silly pompom. It brings out the cursed copper tints in his hair and the honey flecks in his eyes. Where have the oversized, patchy jumpers gone? The ones that hide the broadness of Remus' shoulders. Sirius begs for the return of the jumpers. Sirius may faint soon.

And worse yet than all of that is Kashmir Anders. Kashmir, who is blonde and waifish, and soft-spoken, and wears adorable thick-framed glasses, and has legs up to her neck. Kashmir Anders, who is clever, and president of Charms club, and helped Remus master the Banishing Charm.

"Aren't you going to pay any attention to me?" mutters Opal sullenly.

Kashmir, who has absolutely no decency, hanging on to Remus all day, and has kissed his neck no less than two and a half times in this shop alone. Kashmir, who is being called darling by stupid, idiotic, Remus Cunt Lupin.

"Darling, have you figured out what you want yet?" says Remus a little tiredly whilst rubbing his face. The shopkeeper has been by a few times now, with an increasingly impatient "I'll come back later" spoken each trek.

Sirius decides he hates Kashmir, whose greatest sin, if Sirius is being truly honest with himself, is being indecisive at restaurants. But even so, the hate has boiled away all of the rationality in Sirius' brain. He stands before he realizes what he's doing.

"I cannot believe you're calling someone darling, who, who can't pick between a ham sandwich and a, and a fucking tuna melt!" Sirius hisses, pushing his chair away roughly with a great clatter.

As he leaves the suddenly silent tea shop, he recognizes that that was not one of his better slights, but he feels good about it all the same.

The feeling does not last long before the horror sets in.

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Remus is having a strange moment.

It's not unlike the moment he often has a few minutes before the moon turns him: intense clarity and perception, like a reprieve, just before he's enveloped in madness.

Sirius' increasingly tense, then outright rude comments to Kashmir this entire trip into Hogsmeade.

Sirius' angry, yet lovesick expression as he left the table.

Sirius fussing over him after the Full. Sirius making sure he eats three meals a day. Sirius' friendly touches, special, and warmer than anyone else's. His overwhelming affection for Remus, bleeding into everything he does.

James' and Peter's knowing looks.

It suddenly clicks, and Remus is left baffled.

"So," says Opal, sounding incredibly bored, "s'pose he fancies you, then, Lupin?"

Remus can feel his expression morph into an incredulous smile.

He feels like he's been crawling by his fingernails through a dry, burning desert, and it took setting a glass of ice cold water in front of him for him to realize that he's been dying of thirst. He feels like an idiot.

"S'pose so," he replies, sounding inappropriately calm. "Ladies, I am truly sorry. You are both devastatingly lovely, and this is the height of rudeness, but I'm afraid I have to go now."

Kashmir sniffles, looking forlorn. "So, d’you—do you fancy boys or girls?"

"Darling, I think that's besides the point," Remus murmurs distractedly, already inching for the door. "Clearly, I fancy Sirius. A discussion about anyone else is moot."

Moments later, Sirius spots Remus tracking his footprints in the snow, and takes off running.

Remus is much faster than him.

He tackles him into the snow, gasping, "You silly sod, look how short you are! Obviously I'm going to outrun you!"

Sirius sputters and scowls, still trying to squirm away like an angry, feral cat. "I am THREE INCHES SHORTER! Look, why don't you piss off? I'm embarrassed enough as it is!"

Remus laughs. Then he kisses Sirius. It's a clumsy thing, with Sirius fidgeting underneath him, and he only gets half of his mouth, but Sirius stills in shock.

"I didn't know," Remus says breathlessly, eyes bright. Then, he kisses Sirius again, hard, like a stamp, like a confirmation. "I didn't know." He laughs again.

"What didn't you know?" asks Sirius wonderingly, like he's been Bludgered.

"I didn't know the way you felt. I didn't know I felt the same way," he answers solemnly.

Sirius sniffles, smiling, cheeks red like apples.

"God, Remus, you're so ignorant."

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They spend the rest of the day in Hogsmeade hand-in-hand. Every so often, Sirius becomes insecure and wonders aloud if Remus is just doing this out of pity, like when he pretended to like chess for Peter's sake. Remus responds by kissing him obnoxiously and crowding his space. It happens often enough that he begins to suspect Sirius is doing it on purpose to get snogged. Remus finds that he doesn't mind either way.

Later, they find James and Peter, who are screaming with triumph and delight. Remus grins at them.

"You two are fucking idiots. ABBA? Really?"

[spikybanana]

tpm 7 - masterpost

“What do you mean I’m free?” Sirius stared up, flabbergasted, at Dumbledore. The adrenaline of winning the race hammered wildly in his head with this new information.

“Exactly that.” Dumbledore said, eyes a-twinkle, “You are no longer a slave.” 

“Does that… does that mean I could come with you? Will you take me with you?”

Dumbledore crouched down, his long robe falling into the sand, until their eyes were level. “We would like you to come with us, Sirius. I will train you in the ways of the Jedi, if that is what you too wish.” 

“I… yeah. That,” Sirius blinked, looking lost, “that sounds great.” His eyes fell, searching, and a crease emerged between his brows, “Will Reg and Andy come too?” 

Dumbledore pursed his lips in silence, by way of answer.

“But…” Sirius’ lips trembled, “Aren’t you a Jedi? Aren’t you meant to help anyone who is needy?”

“I’m sorry, Sirius. I wasn’t able to negotiate further with Watto.” 

“Then I’m not going! I’m not leaving without my brother.” 

Dumbledore gave him a long searching look, hesitated, before he spoke again. “You have an admirable heart, Sirius, a remarkable sense of justice.” 

Sirius opened his mouth to protest— what did that have to do with anything? But Dumbledore raised a hand to cover his shoulder. 

“You have a long way ahead of you. An important destiny that none of us truly understands. It is up to your choice, of course, to begin this journey, and you alone could make the decision.” 

Through the solemn look on Dumbledore’s face, Sirius understood, then, that there was no real decision to be made. Everything was already decided. By who? The force?

Perhaps one day he’d understand.

None of it became clearer when he was faced with Regulus in farewell. 

Neither he nor Andy would shout at him, break into tears, beg him to stay. And that thought alone made Sirius want to cry.

Sirius was biting his lips, Regulus fidgeted with his too-long sleeves. 

“Will I…” Sirius opened his mouth, finding his words half-choked. “Will I be able to see you again?”

“Don’t ask me,” Regulus murmured, plaintive and too resigned for a boy not even ten. “You’re the one who can see the future.” 

In his mind, Sirius thought if either of them asked him to stay, he wouldn’t leave. He barely knew what the life of a Jedi could mean. 

But he didn’t ask Sirius to stay.

“I’ll come back.” Sirius said. “I’ll come back and free you one day. You and Andy and everyone here. I’ll be a Jedi, and I��ll get to—”

“Yeah, Sirius.” Regulus’ eyes were so, so sad. “Okay.” He whispered.

For a flash, Sirius remembered how he’d promised, since they first got dumped onto this planet, that one day he would get both of them free, he’d take both of them away— but the moment he finally made it in a race he’d used it for his own freedom. Desperately, he pushed the thought away.

“Reg,” he choked out, “I can’t leave you.” 

“But you are going to, Sirius.” Regulus said in the same whisper. Why wouldn’t he shout? “You were always going to leave, it’s your destiny. We’ve always known that. You are… you’re different, aren’t you? You’ve got something the rest of us could never understand. You are something else.” 

There’s a small, lopsided smile on Reg’s lips. It’s infuriating. Sirius wrenched himself forward, crushed Regulus in a final hug. 

“We’ll wait for you, Sirius.” Regulus said, “We’re not going anywhere. When you’ve become a Jedi, will you come back and visit us one day?”

“I will.” Sirius promised.

[kaaaaaaarf]

Hey you, I'm here for Wolfstar raising harry recommendations 🤗

Hello!! I'm also going to tag @imsiriuslyreading because I know Lana was also looking for some recs!

This is by no means a comprehensive list, but these are some of my very favs:

Wolfstar Raising Harry

Ten Reasons (To Go To Michigan) by @greyeyedmonster-18 (I also love these two unrelated wolfstar raising harry microfics by the same author) — This is a Sirius raising Harry and meeting recently divorced Remus (who happens to be a writer) on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. A must read! that's the art of getting by by sarewolf — Remus becomes Harry's guardian and they move to a muggle village in the middle of nowhere. Eventually, Sirius is freed and comes to stay with them, but can they get back what they once had? Honestly, majorly obsessed with this one, but watch out for the angst! Stealing Harry by copperbadge — In an alternate universe where Sirius Black never went to Azkaban, Harry divides his life between the Dursleys' house and Mr. Black's bookshop -- until Sirius realises what the Dursleys are doing to him, and takes him away from their care. This series is fucking amazing and actually spans several of the books!! Mr Mouse by TracingPatterns (which continues in their wolfstar raising harry series) — A lovely little piece in which a young Harry learns about grief.

Like Real People Do by third_crow (part of the coffee shop au series) — Sirius raising Harry, when he starts falling for local barista Remus Lupin. This is also a beautiful story about what it's like to live with epilepsy and I am extremely obsessed with this series. The Things I Did by Lolo_row — canon compliant, Remus gets custody of Harry and works to get Sirius out of Azkaban. A bit of angst, but tasty! the dogfather au by hollimichele — Harry was raised by his adoptive muggle family, when one day a big black dog shows up. His parents just thinks he's a stray, and Padfoot becomes the family pet (to keep an eye on Harry, and protect him from Voldemort). Eventually this morphs into Remus also coming into the picture.

Wolfstar Raising Teddy

the mayors of simpleton by @fruityindividual — Divorced wolfstar are co-parenting a very mischievious Teddy who is not about to let his dads stay divorced!! Honestly this fic is so funny, so heartfelt, so fucking lovely. It also features the most beautiful portrayal of a blind character that I ever seen. A must read! Of Memories and Milk Thievery by @mayescapade — Divorced wolfstar raising Teddy again! Wolfstar have been co-parents for years and they wont stop terrorizing/pranking one another. An Infinte Ocean by orphan_account — Single dad Remus. Remus Lupin knows two things--working and caring for his son, Teddy. When his babysitter sets up crowdfunding so Teddy can go swim with the sea turtles at the local animal rescue, Remus doesn't realise how completely their life is going to change. Especially when he meets Sirius Black, the weekend merman in the aquatic show, and someone who might convince him of love at first sight. Honestly a lovely piece, and it also features the Potter clan.

Other (raising both teddy and harry, wolfstar girldads)

Let's Play Pretend by MsAlexWP — My current obsession!! I can't tell you how many times I've read this. Single parent Remus and single parent Sirius meet at a play date and end up pretend dating so that the old women in Sirius' building (who basically stalk him) will stop trying to set him up. Neither of them can date at the moment, so what could possibly go wrong?? Ultimate comfort fic. Of Quiet Hearts And Thundering Dreams by TracingPatterns — This is single parent Sirius and single parent Remus, both having moved to a small village and meeting at Harry & Teddy's school. A Cup of Sugar by MsAlexWP — Again, they are both single parents. Harry Potter is recovering from surgery and facing the worst summer ever until a guy with the same crutches as Harry moves in across the street with his son. So lovely!! Hide-and-Seek by onehundredflamingos — Wolfstar girldads raising their adoptive daughter Cassie, who is also a werewolf. This is the story of her first transformation. It's soooo sweet! @industrations has done a bunch of wolfstar and Cassie art, which you should absolutely go and cry over!

For supplementary material, feel free to check out my Wolfstar Raising Harry, Wolfstar Raising Teddy and Wolfstar Girldads tags!

[missmoonfrost]

A good day - a wolfstar microfic

April 5 - Bookshop AU - 811 words

@wolfstarmicrofic

Remus was having a good day. He’d chosen to spend a free afternoon and some well-earned money in his favorite bookstore. Having picked up a few books he'd decided on beforehand he was now peacfuly browsing. As he moved from English classics to international ones, a man in skinny black jeans and a black leather jacket was blocking his way. Remus didn't mind waiting. In fact, he could watch an arse as fit as that all day.

"Keep looking, I'm cute, I know."

"No, I... I'm not..." Remus stuttered, "I'm waiting to look at the books behind you."

"Sorry, I didn’t realise."

The stranger immediately stepped aside, giving Remus full access to the shelves, but staying close by. Remus found his eyes dancing over the titles without taking in what they said. His mind was fully occupied with the annoyingly good-looking, and apparently well aware, man behind him.

"Sorry, were you not done? I'll let you finish."

"No", the stranger dragged his finger through bouncing black waves with an exasperated smile "I'm looking for a gift for my little brother, but it's seeming more impossible the more I look. I was actually hoping to see what you'd choose. You look like a guy with good taste."

Remus chuckled nervously and hid the covers of the books he was holding against his side. He wouldn't call cheap romance novels good taste, even if he loved reading them.

"What does he like then?"

"Everything? I don't know. He loves to read, though. And he likes real books. Hardcovers."

Like any sane person. Not much to go by.

"Hm. How old is he?"

"He's 21. Just two years younger than me. You'd think we'd be close, but... it's complicated."

That meant Remus and the stranger were both 23. Which of course didn't mean anything. Remus just found himself liking it.

"You're not giving me much to work with here. But something clearly brought you to the international classics?"

"Well, our parents are kind of racist and I guess I wanted to show him..."

Remus stared into pearl-grey eyes and couldn't help guessing: "That you're not the same?" because he couldn’t be, right? Not if he was trying so hard to find a gift for a brother he was for some reason not on the best of terms with. Not with these breathtakingly beautiful eyes.

The stranger nodded, but still corrected: "That I know he's not the same."

"Yeah? Well…” Remus worked hard to focus on something useful, “what about The Book Thief? Not a classic per se, buts it’s about the love of reading, and set in Nazi Germany.”

"Sounds perfect.”

“Really? I think I saw it over there, I can show you the way.”

The stranger held out his hand as for him to lead the way. And smiled when Remus pulled out a copy and put it in his hands.

"Thank you. May I see what you've picked?"

Remus hesitated. But the stranger had been generously opening up about family matters in their just a few minutes of conversation. And Remus would most likely never meet him again. He might as well return the generosity.

"All right. This is the last two books in a series called The Seven Sisters. The dialogue is a bit over the top, like little girls having a tea party and pretending to sound like adults, but I enjoy the stories and the historical settings."

The stranger smiled. "Sounds like the kind of book he'd claim not to like, then buy the rest of the series in secret.”

Remus showed the way again. He had to turn around several times to assure himself that the good-looking stranger was actually following. Not only was he taking Remus' advice, he asked interested questions and listened carefully as Remus told him more and more about books he read and wanted to read.

The stranger who didn’t feel like a stranger anymore eventualy decided he was done. Remus slowly and reluctantly led their way to the counter. He didn’t want their brief meeting to be over, but he couldn’t force more books on the poor man, could he?

“Thank you for helping me out”, he said and turned to put his books down on the counter.

“It was nothing.”

He turned back at Remus with a smile that made his knees go weak. “No, really. I appreciate it. You didn’t have to walk me around. Especially after I embarrassed you first, accusing you of staring at my butt.”

Remus felt his cheeks heat. The teasing smile widening on the man’s lips told him he understood the accusation wasn’t entirely false.

He finally held out his hand. “I’m Sirius.”

“I’m Remus.”

“Remus”, he tasted the name, “may I buy you a coffee after this?"

"Yeah. Yes. That’d be lovely. Yes,” he rambled, unable to conceal his excitement.

Remus was having a good day indeed.

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 31 - Prompt: New Beginning @jegulus-microfic

December Daily Series - 480 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

“Handsome, you’re just so bloody handsome,” James whispered before tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue. “I can’t believe I get to kiss you. Can I kiss you again?”

“Stop asking stupid questions.”

Regulus lifted onto his tiptoes and reclaimed his lips. He refused to hold back. This was more than a kiss, it was a new beginning. It left all doubt behind and blazed a fresh path instead.

This kiss also revealed the desperation burning in his chest, exposing far more than he ever thought he would. More than was safe to show a bloke with such a precarious hold on his heart, who could crush it at any moment. Regulus tore open his chest and gave James full access to the most vulnerable part of him, with their second kiss.

Too much. Too vulnerable. Run!

As soon as he pulled back, James’s fingers flexed in his hair. He didn’t hold him in place, but he didn’t let go either. “Please, don’t run away from me this time?”

James’s equally desperate plea broke through his anxiety. Regulus met his hopeful gaze with a shaky breath. He nodded, then closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against James’s shoulder. The sandalwood soap that lingered on James’s skin soothed his frayed nerves and eased the tension he’d gathered in his shoulders.

This is different. He is different.

James wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. “This feels special, Regulus, and I think you feel it too. I’ll prove it as many times as you need me to, but I have a good feeling about us.”

Regulus squeezed him tighter, too choked by emotion to respond. This did feel special, as well as completely mental. He couldn’t begin to explain how overwhelmed he was by whatever drew him to James. This ball of feelings that sat in the centre of his chest threatened to burst every time he let James in. Every step closer to some arbitrary “us” created another puncture.

Will it finally break me, or will I break him?

“I’m…a little broken.”

James hummed against his hair, then nuzzled in next to his ear. “I’m a very careful man when it matters, and you, Regulus Black, matter to me. I'll just hold the pieces until you puzzle them back together.”

“And if I can’t?”

“Then, I’ll be your glue.”

Regulus’s breathy laugh was equal parts relief and disbelief. James took one look at his battered heart and offered to kiss it better. He didn’t cringe at the damage or judge the state it was left in. James saw the beauty beneath the cuts and bruises.

“Are you sure you’re sticky enough, James?”

“I’ll stick around as long as you do,” James whispered, kissing his temple.

Regulus turned his head and leaned into the affection. “Then I will too.”

Part Two - Wolfstar Series

[maliceofminds]

Lesbian wolfstar - the expanded version

The list is based on the original rec list by @strwbi-laces (which you can find here) but let’s just get into it:

what’s mine is yours, decaying in your arms and her body is a temple down in the frozen food aisle , a shot of succubus , feast and a dash of fae by @achilleslikespeas (plus these two microfics x x)

don’t panic by redspottywellies

I’ve come home by @strwbi-laces

Cute thing by @padfootsoftly

All of @plecotusauritus microfics: gymnast lesbians x x x x x x x x x x and pretty things

All of @pinklume microfics: x x x x x x

pomegranates (chapter six of ocho kandelikas) by @spindrifters

just a restless feeling by my side by unwholesome_gay

It was all by design by @melodramvs

tough, tried and true blue by @worldenough-and-time

boredom by moonymajor

development

Sweet talk

You & I (together and apart) by chillsoya

if I could walk away from me by Barry_Manilows_Wardrobe

thirsty by WolfyWordWeaver

Lesbian Wolfstar pretty woman au by @spookymoonie

The whole lesbian wolfstar series by @aspiring-artist-em which includes Make me sweetheart, you’re safe love, Baby you’re okay, Too much Moony , please, I’m begging you, Mother, Remus Lupin and her little bitch, fourteen, you don’t love me you don’t care

Angel of small death and the beautiful lady (without mercy) by @strezzlecki

Fire on Fire by @atlasdoe

religions in your lips (the altar is my hips) by ourmidnights

Baby, you don’t have to rush by iloveuregulus

Song for no one by ninabnormal (@thebunnymen)

Comfort and Promises by TwistedShadows

Chasing after you is like a fairytale series by ManyCats which includes Don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade? , And I got back up (those days are over) and the things we lost in the fire

This microfic by @canyouhearmyfear bruises and water

Midnight girls and it’s companion piece Soul Somethings

Dress by criersw1fey

Summer refreshments and Last Chance by @wxlfstxrisbest

Miss sugar pink and She’s a rainbow by @samdaydreams

With your hair down and soft like summer rain by @lunarlivs

hand me my heart in the palm of your hand while it’s still beating , keep my heart in the freezer so it doesn’t go bad with my love , fate is giving us a hard time but maybe romance isn’t dead and God Blessed/Hell bound by @maliceofminds

Hang me up to dry by EuripidesTrousers(I_DDare_You)

She with the eyes my heart does blind and some part of me came alive the first time you called me baby and not looking for absolution, forgiveness for the things i do and only live to admire your beauty by @mothlau

Ribs are designed to be crawled into and Always pushing her luck by @sommerregenjuniluft

this is my body by @kaleidoscopexsighs

the first time you called me baby by @a-round-of-robyns

If I forgot to tag someone just message me and I’ll edit it, I just couldn’t find everyone’s tumblr tbh:). Also everyone feel free to add to this I’m sure I’m forgetting something<3

[blueironywrites]

Title: Shrouded in Secrecy

Word count: 238

Rating: M

Notes: Written for the February prompts from @wolfstarmicrofic. Chosen word: kiss

Summary: Keeping his relationship with Sirius a secret is beginning to wear on Remus.

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Remus looked up into a familiar pair of grey eyes across the common room, and shared a secret smile with Sirius.

Classes were over and Remus wanted nothing more than to collapse next to Sirius and seek the warmth of his arms, no matter who saw.

In the beginning, the secret had been fun. There had been a thrill in the stolen kisses when no one was watching, carefully listening for the dormitory door to shut behind James and Peter before leaving the warmth of Sirius’s bed, holding Sirius’s hand under the dinner table and eating one-handed.

Lately it had begun to wear on Remus.

He didn’t want to sit like this and feel the few metres between him and Sirius stretch an eternity. He didn’t want to...

Oh.

Oh, no.

No.

He most certainly did not want to watch Caradoc sodding Dearborn sit next to Sirius and lay a hand on Sirius’s arm.

Remus saw nothing but red.

In a heartbeat, he had crossed the room. Ignoring Sirius’s startled face and the curious eyes of everyone around them, he pulled Sirius close to him, taking a moment to inhale the familiar scent of leather and wood. His urgent mouth met Sirius’s in a heated kiss, his arms tightening around the curve of Sirius’s waist as he tilted his head and tasted his sweet breath.

Secrets be damned. Sirius was his and he did not care who knew.

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Heyyyy…

hey my name is Jamie [like for now but I’m kind of testing a few so don’t get too attached to that lmao] I’m genderfluid as fuck [they/she/he]

some typa aroace spectrum probs demisexual & demiromantic also pan - in general I have nothing figured out but also a simp

neurospicy bitch

minor but adults can follow/interact idc tbh

writing request status: OPEN FOR MICROFICS RN

I’m a rosekiller loverrr but also a multi shipper so u never know what ur gonna see ig [but probably Rosekiller, Wolfstar, Dorlene, Starchaser maybe some sunkiller if I’m in the mood etc] for the record just bc I don’t ship smth doesn’t mean I support hating it even as a joke [translation: prongsfoot is chill leave them be]

if u don’t like smth, just ignore it, if u send me hate I’ll reply w shitty jokes probs

This blog supports Palestine btw

This blog supports Ukraine

This blog thinks JK Rowling has negative quantity of brain cells

Anywayyyy now that that’s out the way:

HI! welcome to my crazy blog, I love making friends im not at all scary I promise :D

Btw my inbox is ALWAYS open for spam, ship ramblings [even if it’s not smth I ship], info dropping about ur hyperfixations, venting, questions etc. [the only thing is no illegal ships bc it will be ignored] also sorry pre warning im shit with the inbox chains [‘send this to ten people who…’] so often I won’t answer those sorry, anything else I will make sure to answer but the chains I sometimes just forget about sorryyy

Barty Crouch Jr & James Potter kinnie

I write sometimes:

I fell for you like glitter on stage - rosekiller band au, this was a microfic series on tumblr that I posted on ao3 for convenience [words: 4548] [this is my fav thing I’ve ever written lol]

we are all just prisoners here of our own device - Jegulus, a oneshot on ao3 based on the song ‘hotel California’ by the eagles. [Words: 6162]

Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? - ON HIATUS. Roman Empire Jegulus au with side Rosekiller, Wolfstar and Pandalily on ao3 [words: 6141] [currently I don’t want to write Jegulus - the hyperfixation hath faded]

also I’m in a marauders RP as Barty and u shld follow it bc we’re all super cool and funny and amazing and awesome and yeah @bartythebabygorljr

tags you’ll see on my page:

me and my old black biro > writing tag

Im in love with that Rosier boy > [this is a new one] me having a massive crush on Evan Rosier

the most boring soap opera > my life tag

I have an online diary called @miseryoforpheus if ur fascinated by my charming and irresistible personality

[thistuesdaynight]

Invincible

prongsfoot fluff microfic drunk prongsfoot first kiss, unrequited wolfstar, light angst this plot bunny would not go away. It might even become a little series? idk we'll see what happens.

"James," Sirius hisses, voice straining. "Come on, mate. Help me out here."

James couldn't stop giggling.

He often felt like that after drinking, like everything in the world was just so funny, how could he not laugh along? And he certainly was drunk tonight. He and Sirius had gone out together, taking shots like there was no tomorrow. But the bubbly, bouyant feeling in James' chest may not have been from the alcohol, but from Sirius' arm around his middle.

"I had such a good night," James sighed, delighted to be here with his best mate in the whole world feeling drunk, and happy, and invincible.

He loved how he always felt invincible when he was with Sirius.

"That's great, Prongs, but could you pick up your feet?"

Sirius was just as sloshed as James, but James always tended to get floppy when he was drunk. They swayed up to the front door of the house, pressed together hip to hip, Sirius holding onto James' waist, and James was buzzing from the warm point of contact.

After dropping them twice, James finally managed to get the keys into the lock. However, the door was finicky, and in his addled state, he couldn't twist and unlock it properly.

"Bollocks," James cursed. "Bloody door."

"Here," Sirius murmured, reaching over him.

Sirius took the keys from James' grasp, brushing over his fingers and sending goosebumps up his arm. It must have been the cold night breeze. Sirius leaned in closer to maneuver the sticky lock, invading James' space.

James traced the line of Sirius' jaw with his gaze, desperately wanting to know what it felt like under his lips. From this close, James could count the freckles on Sirius' ear, blow warm breath across his neck, and breathe in his scent of spearmint and eucalyptus.

He was captivated by the curl of dark hair currently falling over Sirius' brow, which was furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with the door. What would it be like to brush the hair from his face? To take those soft pink lips with his own…

With a great heave, Sirius finally got the door unstuck and the two boys tumbled forward into their front room, the door slamming behind them. They landed in heap of tangled of limbs, James on his back, and Sirius half on top of him, his curls hanging into James' face. James dissolved into hooting laughter, guffawing from the ridiculousness of it all.

"Prongs, shhhh!" Sirius shushed him with a hand over his mouth, but he was holding back giggles of his own, face flushed red with mirth. "Shh, Remus and Pete are sleeping."

James tried to respond, but Sirius still had his hand over his mouth, which caused them both to erupt into barely contained sniggers, grinning like idiots.

"What were you going to say?" Sirius giggled, moving his hand down so that James could speak, but keeping a finger on James' bottom lip.

"Who cares if they're sleeping! They should have come out to celebrate with us."

James and Sirius liked to go out sometimes to celebrate on random Fridays, just to commemorate the start of the weekend. Peter and Remus valued their sleep too much to go out with Sirius and James every weekend.

"Nah, it's better like this," Sirius whispered, his gaze roaming James' face.

James looked up at Sirius, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight, smiling down at James like he was the only thing in the world. James felt that same bubbly effervescence in his veins, and he didn't care whether it was the alcohol or not.

Invincible.

"Yeah, Pete can't hold his liquor for shit."

Sirius sniggered, laughing so hard that his whole body was shaking from trying to stay quiet. He swayed forward, resting his mouth on his fingers, which were still on James' lips. Sirius' warm breath whooshed over his tongue, and James tried to drink it in. Sirius tipped forward even more, until he was giggling into James' mouth, grazing his tongue, and smiling against James' bottom lip.

And every touch, every breath, every connection sent electricity humming through James' veins.

Sirius.

Invincible.

James surged upward, meeting Sirius's tongue with his own, moving his lips over his, and inhaling his scent like it was oxygen. He kissed Sirius so hard that the other boy fell back until James hovered over him, devouring Sirius' mouth like it was his last meal.

It was Sirius.

His Sirius, and they were kissing. His best mate, but they didn't feel so friendly any more.

Their noses knocked together as they pressed impossibly closer, sharing heat and breath, and this- this was better than being drunk, James decided.

Sirius Black was his own personal drug.

He needed him more than anything. More than everything.

James took Sirius' bottom lip between his teeth, pulling back slowly, enjoying the keening moan that left Sirius. He placed his lips on Sirius' throat, tracing it with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, and it was better than he'd imagined.

"Wait," Sirius said, out of breath and chest heaving. "We can't."

The words didn't register, and James continued his ministrations underneath Sirius jaw, because he wanted nothing more than to swallow him whole and be swallowed in return. But Sirius pushed on his shoulders. "We can't, James. You're drunk. We're drunk."

James pulled back, dazed and wanting nothing more than to have Sirius Black under his hands and in his mouth once again. "Drunk?" James pouted, petulantly.

"Yes, James," Sirius sat up on his elbow, pushing James out of the way to do the same. "We're drunk. We're not thinking straight."

James looked at Sirius, the angles and planes of his face, the smoothness of his skin, that mane of raven hair that James wanted to tangle his fingers in and never let go.

"Nope, not straight at all," James murmured.

Sirius gaped at him for a moment, letting out a surprised chuckle. Then he surged forward to capture his lips once again.

It was like Sirius couldn't help himself. He hummed into the kiss, reaching up to card his fingers through James' hair. Sirius gave a gentle tug on the strands, and James felt it all the way to the base of his spine, moaning wantonly into Sirius' mouth.

"Fuck, James," Sirius groaned, the noise only spurring him on.

Sirius moved to put a knee between James' legs, and the pressure was so exquisite James thought he would combust right there. He let out a whine, grabbing at hips, clothes and skin, clutching Sirius closer.

The light turned on then, a voice breaking them from their hormone cloud. "Prongs? Padf--"

Remus stood in the hallway in his pajamas, squinting from the light, and probably from the confusing scene in front of him. James bit his lip, wanting to laugh again, but when he looked closer, he realized that Remus wasn't confused, he was horrified. Frowning, James looked to Sirius, who was flushed and anguished.

Sirius pushed off of James, sitting up and allowing a rush of cold air to slip between them.

"Remus," Sirius said, guilty and pleading.

Remus said nothing, face stony. He just turned and went back to his room. Sirius buried his face in his hands, while James watched on, bewildered, his drunken buzz going silent.

Read Part 2 here!

[weirdtinkerbellversion]

Please help. Why can’t I find the ongoing microfic series “Lost or just yet to be found”. It’s Jegulus and Wolfstar in a cemetery and I can’t find it, and I can’t remember who the author is.

[wolfstarmicrofic]

Hi, sorry if this has already been asked, but are we okay to post these microfics (only our own ofc) to Ao3? Is there any collections or anything we should add them to?

Thanks for asking! It’s been a while since we’ve addressed the collection, so this is a good reminder for everyone.

You can post these to AO3 if you want to! We’ve had some people do them as stand alone works, and some people post them in a single work as new chapters, and some people make a series. Absolutely up to you.

There is a collection, so feel free to add it. You can search for the collection Wolfstar_Microfics or use this link:

[vini213]

Fic masterlist (Ao3 and Tumblr)

Ao3:

series: the sun and a star — Jegulus one shots inspired by Mitski songs:

You’re the sun (I’m not even a star) — 379 words, G — Regulus thinks he’s not a star, James thinks he is.

only in my dreams — 390 words, T, mcd (implied/referenced canon death) — Regulus dreams about what he and James never got to be.

I just need you to see that I’ve been the best I can be — 604 words, T — James somehow saw good in Regulus, but that couldn’t last forever.

standalone:

The Dawn of a Star — 5.4k words, T, 5 chapters, canon compliant, trans Regulus–centric — Regulus’ Hogwarts letter is addressed to his chosen name, Sirius is there to support him.

A perfect Match — 1.8k words, T, one shot, Rosekiller, getting together, first kiss — Ace Evan and demiro, frayace Barty.

I Need You — 1.1k words, G, one shot, Ineffable Husbands/Aziracrow (Good Omens) — S2 spoilers.

Picnic — 838 words, G, one shot, Jegulus — James surprises Regulus with a picnic date.

Your Words Upon My Skin — WIP, 2.1k words currently, 1/? chapters, Jegulus — soulmate AU where something your soulmate says is your soulmark.

Katsudon — 12.5k words, 3 chapters, Bakudeku — no war, 2nd year AU. A conversation at lunch prompts some realisations a little later.

Heights and Kisses — 798 words, one shot, Kagehina — the ways they find to kiss because of their height difference.

Tumblr microfics:

I forgive you (272 words) | Do it again (210 words) — Aziracrow/Ineffable Husbands

(all Jegulus)

Warning (97 words) Taking Chances (90 words) Roof (253 words) Comfortable (103 words), mcd Smoke (191 words), near death Warmth (130 words) Tender (72 words) Camera (201 words) Mistake (420 words), Vamp!Reg, mcd, blood drinking Sweat (108 words), implied nsfw

Future fics I’m planning/WIPs:

Unnamed Jegulus (and backgrounds ships) long fic. I have a few snippets I made drawings for.

Quidditch Scene First Kiss

Jegulus smut (possibly one shot unless I decide to put it in another fic).

Snippet of one of the non-explicit bits + drawing

Your Words Upon My Skin — Jegulus soulmate/soulmark AU — (now ongoing on Ao3)

Summary sneak peak Wolfstar sneak peak Snippet