#wolfstar drabble

[sun-kissy]

Hi i was wondering if you could do a poly wolfstar fic with a fem reader where she feels left out of the relationship because they start to drifting apart which then leads to them breaking up. But then Sirius and Remus realises what they did wrong but reader just doesnt want to because shes scared they'll leave her out again.💗

hi angel! thank you for the request ♡

meant to be | poly!wolfstar

part 1 | part 2

tw: angst

poly!wolfstar x reader

You lean against the doorway, quietly observing them. Something you always seem to be doing these days. Your eyes rake over Sirius, with his legs propped up on one arm of the couch while his head lies in Remus’ lap.

Sirius laughs, and the smile Remus gives him while he strokes his hair is so full of love. It makes you wonder if Remus thought he personally strung up all the stars in the sky or something.

You try not to let it get to you but it does anyway, that same stinging sensation in your chest, as though someone had pierced your heart.

It felt silly to feel as hurt as you did. The boys were so hopelessly in love, it was endearing. They had claimed to love you the same way too just a few weeks ago. When they first proclaimed their love, it felt surreal. Perfect. But now, it felt like a chore.

Not to you, never to you. Loving them would never feel like a chore to you, you were sure of that. But what if they felt that way? What if you were just an experiment gone wrong?

Maybe you were just overthinking the whole thing. Or maybe this relationship was a mistake.

Sirius and Remus perfectly complemented each other already, it was like Remus was a container and Sirius was water. And you were the lid that just never fit right. Remus was calm, peaceful, loving. Sirius was fun, snarky, and full of affection.

What were you? Just a random girl who had the fortune of stumbling across the lovely couple.

They hadn’t done anything in particular to upset you, they never would. But it was the way they instinctively walked closer together, their fingers interlaced. The way they glanced at each other, having silent conversations you would never understand. How they seemed to know everything about the other, from every inch of his skin to every thought in his head.

It was like they could see colours you couldn’t see, speak a language you didn’t understand.

You told yourself it was fine, they had just known each other longer. They stayed in the same dorm room and took the same classes, of course they were bound to be closer.

But wasn’t that exactly the problem? Their lives were inexplicably intertwined, and it felt like you were trying to wedge yourself in. It left you feeling like the side character in your own story.

You heard your name and snapped out of your daze, blinking as you find Sirius grinning stupidly at you from where he lazed on the sofa. His expression softens when your eyes meet his. “Love, come over here! We’ve been looking for you all day.”

That was a lie, your brain screamed at you. You spotted them chatting in lessons, eating together at the Great Hall, taking a walk in the garden. They were not looking for you, it was a lie.

Remus smiles softly, beckoning you over. You will yourself to move, to go sit with your boyfriends, but it’s like your legs have turned to stone.

You silently stand there, watching them. You try to muster a smile or open your mouth to say something. But nothing comes out except for a quiet wrangled sort of noise.

Remus looks at you strangely. Sirius frowns, his eyebrows creasing. He pushes his palms down on the couch, elbows buckling as he sits up a bit. “Y/N, baby? Why don’t you come on over?”

You watch Remus gently move his fingers to Sirius’ forehead to smoothen the lines between his eyebrows, and him turning around to give the sandy-haired boy a lovesick smile. That simple action causes the last ounce of willpower in you to break.

You clench your fists to stop your hands from trembling as you suck in a deep breath, feeling the ache in your chest start to grow. Was it jealousy? Anger? Hurt?

Sirius seemed ready to move to your side right that moment, looking utterly confused as to what was wrong. But Remus kept his hand wrapped around Sirius’ bicep, a silent order to let you be.

“Angel,” Remus breathes quietly. You visibly flinch at the term of endearment, not missing the flash of hurt across his face which he quickly replaced with his usual stoicism.

Your heart was thudding so loudly you wondered if the boys could hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, stuck between wanting to burn the bridges between you or to walk across them.

“I…” your voice comes out scratchy as you try to explain yourself. You clear your throat, watching Sirius’s frown deepen and Remus bite his lip anxiously.

“I don’t think I want to,” you say quietly, feeling your heart sink to your stomach. You knew Remus would understand, always the perceptive one. It was obvious in the way his eyes widened and his grip on Sirius loosened.

But Sirius just tilts his head, looking at you quizzically. “Okay…? You can sit on the other couch then. You can sit anywhere you want to, love.”

You wince, glancing at Remus for help. But he’s looking at you with that sad look on his face now, the one he only wears when he sees Sirius crying after receiving a letter from home, or when you show up at Hogwarts after the holidays with bruises all over. Did it really hurt him that much?

A sigh escapes you as you decide to try to be gentle with it. That’s the least you could do, after the boys had so generously let you in on their already perfect relationship. You suck in a shaky breath, mustering the courage to croak out the words.

“It’s not about the couch, Siri. I… I mean this,” you mutter, gesturing between the three of you. Immediately, your head ducks down, scared of what you’ll find if you look back up at them.

An uncomfortable silence is cast over the room, the kind that makes your skin crawl. A beat of quietness passes before you find the strength to raise your head, peeking at the boys. Sirius looks cracked open, his face a picture of anguish.

“What?” he rasps out. Remus’ features are tight with something that looks like grief, his hand ghosting over Sirius’ ankle to provide the little comfort he can.

The croakiness of his voice makes your heart feel like it’s being cleaved in two. But you knew you had to do this. For your sake, and for theirs.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you mumble in a rush, eager to get it out and not have to endure watching them in pain for too long. Sirius stays silent, his lips pursed so tight you think he might burst into tears.

“Why?” Remus asks quietly, gaze still trained onto yours as he rubs circles onto Sirius’ ankle comfortingly. “I… I don’t fit in. You guys are perfect for each other. But I just don’t fit in,” you admit, feeling guilt clawing at you. “This just isn’t working,”

“We’ll make it work,” Sirius says immediately, and the sincerity in his voice almost makes you want to concede. But you know that’s not possible. “Just… just tell us what we’re doing wrong, we’ll fix it. I swear.”

Remus nods slowly, looking at you expectantly. The hope on their faces make you feel like the worst person in the world as you give them all you have to offer - a small shake of your head.

“But love,” Sirius murmurs, his voice cracking. “Why… what… where did we mess up?”

“It wasn’t you guys,” you say immediately, even though it was. You just can’t bear to see the pain etched on the black-haired boy’s face. “It’s just not meant to be. We’re better off as friends.”

“But we love you,” Remus speaks up quietly. Sirius nods earnestly.

“I can’t,” you say, relieved that your voice comes out evenly. It’s a miracle with how hard you’re fighting to hold back tears. “I can’t do this. The both of you are always together, and I'm not blaming you for it. It’s in your nature to be together-”

“It’s in your nature to be with us too, dove,” Sirius says, the anguish in his voice leaving to make way for pure sadness.

“It’s not,” your voice coming out as a pathetic sob. “I’m not like you guys. I’m not fun, I don’t take the same classes, I don’t ever get what you mean. We’re just not right for each other.”

You think you can see something break in Remus when you utter that last sentence. Sirius bites down on his quivering lip and wraps his arms around himself, as though physically restraining himself from pulling you into a hug.

This isn’t the first time they’ve ignored what you said, isn’t the first time they didn’t respond. It happened on a daily basis, for Merlin’s sake. But this is the only time it hurt as much as it did right now.

You glance at them one last time, heart breaking at their pained expressions. But none of them say a word as you turn around and leave the room, letting you go all too easily.

Perhaps you were just not meant to be.

[uramakimochi]

LIttle Y/N giving Remus's 'after a full moon' scars with little kisses because that's what her daddy and dad do whenever she gets hurt. 'kiss the pain away' :')

SORRY IF I'M LATE WITH YOUR REQUEST MY LOVE BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT🤍

HEALING KISSES AND COLORFUL BANDAIDS

Wolfstar x daughter!reader

SUMMARY: Your fathers are always there for you when you get hurt so now you want to do the same for Remus. (1.9k words)

WARNINGS: fluff fluff and fluff!! No use of Y/N, but use of petnames.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

Your parents had told you about what had plagued poor Remus since he was a child. Although at first Remus was very unsure about telling you the truth about the werewolf thing, with a little convincing from Sirius, James and the others, he found the courage to tell you about it.

And he was surprised when, despite your very young age, you revealed to him that you had had your suspicions, even if you weren't sure what it was.

"I always wondered why i went to sleepover with Uncle Reggie or Aunt Lily and Harry once a month, but i didn't know it was because you are a werewolf, Dad" you said in a thoughtful tone, while Remus looked at you more shocked than you were. "I thought werewolves were just stories!"

It didn't take Remus and Sirius long to convince you that Remus wasn't a monster. In fact, it didn't take them anything, to tell the truth.

The only one who had such a terrifying view of himself was Remus, but you understood that what happened to him wasn't his fault or anyone else's and you were determined to make him understand too. No one in your family looked at him differently and so you wouldn't either. He was your father and you would've never stopped loving him for it. Ever.

So, as James and Sirius took care of him during the full moon, you promised him that from now on you would help him too and that you would've never let him suffer alone again.

The front door opened and Remus and James entered next to each other. Remus was shirtless, wearing only some ruined trousers and had one arm thrown across James' shoulders, while his thin, tired and battered body couldn't help but lean against the one of his friend.

"Here we are" the bespectacled man murmured, flashing a warm smile at Remus. "Are you alright, Moony?"

"As alright as i can be" Remus replied with an ironic tone, but with a reassuring smile, even though his bones felt sore.

"Dad!"

Before any of them could expect it, Remus felt the force of a small body slamming into his legs. A pair of arms hugged him tightly around the waist and Remus's eyes bulged as he felt a rush of pain run through his body, but he stopped himself from cursing out loud.

"No no no no no baby baby wait!" another concerned voice hastily interjected.

Remus saw Sirius, who had stayed at home with you waiting for him and James, emerge from the same direction you had come from and approach the group but when he noticed the grimace of pain on his husband's face and your body wrapped around his, pressing painfully on his wounds, he quickly placed his hands on your shoulders to make you take a step away from Remus. Remus would never admit it to you, but he was honestly grateful for Sirius' intervention.

"See that Dad is hurt?" Sirius asked you sympathetically, wanting you to understand that none of them were angry. "I know you want to give him a hug but we have to be more gentle because if not we're going to hurt him, hm?"

At those words your eyes rested on Remus' body, finally noticing the cuts and wounds, some dry and others fresher, that covered his torso and face. You nodded slowly and everyone present could notice the exact moment when the joy of seeing your father return home disappeared to make room for guilt.

"I'm sorry dad" you murmured, lowering your head and playing with your fingers. "I didn't mean to hurt you"

Remus and James exchanged a look with Sirius who smiled tenderly and patted your head to comfort you. Remus slowly knelt on the ground, helped by James and you lifted your head to look at him.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, my darling girl" he said with an understanding smile, then reached up to your face and caressed your soft cheek with his thumb. "I'm not angry, don't worry"

He slowly stood up, grimacing as he heard his bones cracking like rusty gears, and then held out his hand to you. "But now i'm a little tired, will you accompany me back to my room please?"

And you nodded frantically with a wide smile, finally proud to be of use to him in some way, before taking his hand and leading him towards his and Sirius' room, being careful not to walk too fast.

When Sirius returned to their room after saying goodbye to James at the door before he left, he saw Remus half lying on the bed with his back resting on the pillows against the headeboard and an exhausted look in his eyes. But despite the tiredness, he could see a small affectionate smile that had grown on his husband's lips, while his loving gaze was directed towards you, kneeling next to him on top of the covers and with two packets of bandaids in your hands.

"Do you prefer the ones with butterflies or the ones with flowers, dad?" you softly asked, lifting your head to look at your father.  (Both your parents immediately noticed how you were careful to keep your voice lower and more delicate, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere and not wanting to disturb poor, tired Remus).

Sirius walked into the room to approach the bed, exchanging a look with his husband as he sat behind you on his side of the bed.

"Whichever you want, darling. I like both of them" Remus replied, holding back a yawn.

You smiled and began to open both packets of patches. "Then i'll use both"

So your parents admired you working with dedication on your father's body, as you used your colorful bandaids to cover the wounds that decorated his arms and chest.

"Honey, maybe you don't really want to use all of them" Sirius said gently, placing a hand on your back and stroking it with his fingertips.

You turned to look at him confused, holding a patch with a red butterfly between your fingers.

"Why?"

"Well because these are YOUR bandaids that you like so much and if you use them all for Dad then what will you use if you get hurt again?"

Sirius didn't want to be mean to you or Remus. He simply knew how fond you were of your bandaids (you had personally chosen them after careful consideration) and he knew that at that age you still tended to hurt yourself when you carelessly played without worrying about anything, so he didn't want you to be left without something to cover your wounds.

"He's right. I'm okay my love, you don't need to use all your bandaids on me" Remus then added.

You alternated your gaze from one to the other and after thinking about it for a few seconds you shook your head.

"It's okay, i don't mind" you said with a smile, leaning over to press the butterfly patch onto Remus' shoulder as the two of them looked at you in confusion and surprise. "Your wounds are bigger and they hurt more than the ones i get when i play. You need them more than me"

Remus and Sirius exchanged a tender look over your head and the latter gave him a comforting smile.

"I promise i'll be more careful not to hurt myself so you can use my bandaids" you concluded, placing the last one on his skin.

Remus giggled a little and Sirius slipped along the covers to get closer to him, both of them already imagining how difficult it would be for you to try not to get any injuries. But they knew you would put all the effort you could into it.

"I guess we'll have to buy some more then, won't we?" Sirius piped up looking back at you and you nodded. "Because Dad needs a looot of bandaids"

Remus ran his eyes over the colorful patches that decorated his body, as if he were a canvas you had painted on.

"Good job baby" he said, lifting a hand to stroke your head. "My little personal nurse"

"Wait dad, there's one more thing to do" you added, holding up a finger, as he tilted his head.

"What?"

"I have to kiss you on the boos to make the pain go away" you replied in an obvious tone. "You and Daddy always give me kisses when i hurt myself so i'll give them to you too"

Oh of course, how could they forget about that?

Your parents didn't like seeing you cry when you got hurt, but there was no better feeling for them than seeing you run up to them to beg them to kiss your knee or the palm of your hand to make the pain go away. And so they did. They would gently place one of your beloved bandaids on the wound and then place a sweet kiss over it, kissing the pain away and watching you smile again as if nothing had happened.

Remus looked at you with teary eyes as he felt his heart swell so much he was almost afraid it would burst in his chest.

You leaned towards your him and began to pepper his body with small kisses, leaving a loud "Mwuah!" every time your lips touched the patches covering his scratches. And when you were sure you hadn't missed a spot, you raised your head to look at him with a satisfied look.

"Done! How are you feeling now dad?"

A shaky smile spread across Remus's lips and before he could say anything, he felt Sirius' hand clasp his as he caressed the back of it. His gaze passed over him and then back to you.

"Better, my darling. I feel… S-So much better now"

But when you saw a couple of tears escape from his eyes and run down his face, you frowned, tilting your head to the side slightly.

"Do you want a hug?" you asked, leaning towards him and opening your arms wide.

"Noo dad, why are you crying?"

Remus sniffed and shook his head with a smile, while from beside him Sirius wiped away his tears with his thumb. "It's nothing lovie, really. I'm just very happy that you helped me"

He nodded without hesitation and wrapped his free arm around your small body, pulling you against his side. You snuggled into him, still being careful of his wounds, and Remus tilted his head to give you a series of kisses on your hair, squeezing his eyes.

"Thank you baby. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart" he soflty murmured and you rubbed your cheek on his shoulder, smiling.

"Mh. Anything for our Moony"

Remus felt his heart skip a beat, which always happened when he heard you say that nickname, having learned it thanks to James and Sirius.

It made him feel proud to be Moony. Proud to be your father and above all proud to have a daughter like you, who would always love him, despite everything. That would never see him as the monster he believed himself to be.

And while you closed your eyes to enjoy the family cuddles, with the desire to fall asleep in your father's arms, Sirius and Remus exchanged a loving look, while the former leaned towards his thin scarred face to leave a delicate kiss on a small scratch that decorated his wet cheek.

"Anything for our Moony"

[raindragon-20]

Wolfstar (emotional) fluff thought of the day:

The morning after a full moon, Sirius is always there. Remus is curled against him, face half-hidden in the pillow, his body stiff even in sleep. The bruises are already forming dark, ugly things against honeyed skin. Sirius' chest aches just looking at them. 

His hands tremble. his throat burns. “Moons?” sirius’ voice, soft, careful.

Remus knows even before he opens his eyes. Knows the warmth curled up beside him, knows the gentle fingers carding through his hair, tracing his knuckles, pressing light, barely-there touches against his skin.

Remus hums, too tired to move, but tilts his head just enough to nuzzle against Sirius’ chest. Sirius immediately presses a kiss to his temple, his cheek, the tip of his nose.

“Sore?” Sirius murmurs. Remus doesn’t even have to answer, Sirius already knows. He wants to cry. Wants to rage at the universe for making the person he loves most suffer like this.

but he doesn’t.

Instead, he rubs circles into Remus’ back, kisses every bruise, every scar like he can take the pain away just by loving him enough. He holds him like he’s something precious, something whole, something not broken.

“Rest, love,” Sirius whispers, tucking Remus closer, safe in his arms.

and Remus, who has spent years believing he’s too much, too difficult, too much of a burden lets himself be held. lets himself be loved.

Because Sirius always stays, because after a full moon, Remus needs Sirius. Just like Moony needs Padfoot.

[interstellarlyinlove]

Not a date (May 8th)

word count : 425

@wolfstarmicrofic

“It’s not a date,” Remus says. 

“Does Sirius know it’s not a date?” James asks. He’s sitting on the bed behind Remus and annoying him.

“Of course he knows. This is not our first rodeo, you know.”

“Do you know that it’s not a date?”

Remus stares at James through the mirror. Remus is trying to fix his hair and it just won’t– “What do you mean? I’m literally the one that said it’s not a date.”

“It’s not a fourth date.”

“Huh?” Remus turns around because looking at James through a mirror just isn’t the same. 

“This is your fourth not-date.” James shrugs. “Just so we’re clear.”

Remus is getting frustrated so he turns back to look at the mirror. “So? People hang out with each other all the time, it’s not– It’s not like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like what you’re insinuating! Stop.”

“I’m not insinuating anything. How interesting can the Astronomy Tower be, really? Why would you go a fourth time?”

“It’s plenty interesting.”

James is standing next to Remus now. He hands him the hair product that made his family rich. 

“That doesn’t even do anything,” Remus says, and he takes the jar anyway because he’s getting desperate.

“It really doesn’t,” James agrees, resting his head on Remus’ shoulder. “I can’t believe my father is a fraud.”

Remus sighs and says, “I’m a fraud,” because he is. And because he can’t lie to James even if he wants to. 

James smiles. “You’re not a fraud.”

“I’m the biggest fucking fra– My hair is oily now.”

James raises his head to look at Remus and he laughs, which makes Remus laugh in return. “I’ll help you wash it in a second.”

“Thank you.”

James shakes his head. “Four not-dates?”

“We honestly just hang out, do homework, talk. Last time he taught me how to turn a three-leaf clover into a four-leaf clov–”

James groans. “You’re killing me. You made luck together. What do you do on dates, Remus?”

“I don’t think it’s lucky if you have to make it yourself.”

“It’s much more lucky if you make it yourself.”

That makes Remus smile even though he really doesn’t feel like smiling, what with the disgusting hair and talking about embarrassing feelings. “I can believe that. I think.”

“So is this one a date?”

“No!” Remus says. James gives him a look. “I mean, not this one. I haven’t even asked Sirius on a date. I can’t just assume–”

James raises an eyebrow. “You can definitely assume. But whatever. Let me wash your hair.”

[ricochetyears]

WOLFSTAR KINKTOBER

day 23: lingerie, day 24: hair pulling.

Back Arched Like a Cat

by ricochetyears

And then—just as Remus finishes revising a particularly stubborn paragraph—Sirius reappears.

He leans against the doorway with the ease of someone who knows exactly what kind of effect he’s about to have. Draped in soft, pale pink silk lingerie, delicate fabric tracing the curve of his hips, he looks like sin wrapped in a gift. His hair falls just perfectly, as if he’s been lounging in decadence all day, and one hand rests suggestively on the doorframe while the other lifts to his mouth, fingers playfully catching his bottom lip.

Remus blinks, stunned into absolute silence. His brain, which just moments ago had been running at full academic speed, now grinds to a sudden, screeching halt.

"How’s the paper coming along, Professor?" Sirius asks innocently, tilting his head.

Remus opens his mouth, but no words come out.

"Cat got your tongue? Well then," he says, feigning disappointment, "if you’re too busy, I suppose I’ll just—"

Remus finds his voice at last, rough but certain, "Don’t you dare move."

Or,

Remus has been spending too much time on his philosophy dissertation, and Sirius misses him.

art cr: wolfstar_zahri

[wolfstargazer]

Sirius smells of woodsmoke and leather, of black coffee and something spiced like sandalwood from a scent he never owns to wearing...

...no matter how many times Remus asks.

Remus smells like fresh soap and second-hand books, of warm wool and, sometimes, a tang of something feral that he can never completely hide....

...and that drives Sirius wild.

[wedontrhyme]

Sit With Me - A Wolfstar oneshot

"I mean its ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

Everyone turns to Sirius, well, almost everyone.

"Look at him! He didn't even hear what I said"

Lily, sitting across James' lap, sniggers into his shoulder.

" 'Course I did" Remus replies, still not taking his eyes off his book. "You said (exaggerates Sirius's posh Bath accent) I mean its ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

"Moony you wound me so!" He flings himself towards the other end of the sofa, where James and Lily sit, a hand over his forehead. "Look at our friends!"

Now Remus does lift his gaze. Everyone was paired off. Marlene had Dorcas in her lap and was whispering into the girls' ear, making her giggle. James' hand was already out of sight, buried under Lily's jumper as she got as close to him as possible. Peter and Desdemona were fast asleep, leaned into each other. Only Mary was alone, sprawled along her own sofa painting her toe-nails in various weird positions. But as Mary had told them many a time, she had no interest in boyfriends, only good times.

"Why is it that my boyfriend would rather be cuddled up with a book than me?"

He wasn't even asking Remus, who'd chosen to sit on the floor. He didn't comfortably fit on any of the settees in the gryffindor common room, so he usually lied in between many blankets and cussions. Tonight, he had his back to a wall of pillows and was covered by a plethora of blankets. Sirius continued staring at James with puppy dog eyes, awaiting an answer.

"I'm sorry, I was at a good bit." Remus explains, "Besides, why didn't you just come sit with me?" He cocks his head at Sirius, smiling mock-innocently.

Just as Remus had known he would, Sirius comes over to him immediately. Muttering to himself as he went: "Pretty bugger, looking at me with those eyes, how dare he..."

Once Sirius is standing above him, Remus takes his hand and brings him down onto the floor with him. He opens the blankets for him and Sirius quickly shimmies in, unaware of his friend's smiling gazes behind him. He props his head against Remus' chest, legs already getting tangled up with the other boy's. Under the covers, Remus places his hand on the small of his back and, fully discarding his book, begins stroking Sirius' hair.

All around them the lazy conversation continues, mainly carried by James and Marlene, ever energetic, even at 2 in the morning. But all Remus can concentrate on is his boyfriend's smile as he looks up at him. Sirius has evidently completely forgot the fact that they are not the only ones in the room; He strokes Remus' face for a while, with a gaze so open and emotionally intense it makes Remus' heart melt. Remus loves it when Sirius has a cheeky glint in his eye. He adores it when he's just woken up and sleep still sticks to his features. Even angry or sad Sirius is breathtakingly beautiful. But nothing will ever surpass the feeling Remus' gets when Sirius looks at him like a man in love. His grey eyes are open wide, his perfect brows slightly scrunched together, a small smile plays on his lips. The expression makes him look younger, taking Remus back to when he fell in love with him, two years prior, they were only 15.

"Love you" he wispers.

Sirius replies by taking his hand and kissing his knuckles, " I love you".

Finally, he lays his hands on whichever part of Remus' torso he can reach comfortably and closes his eyes. Not long after, Sirius begins to snore lightly, surrounded all around by love and warmth, Remus smiling at him like a maniac in love.

[addsalwayssick]

Day 26- Amortentia word count: 489- @wolfstarmicrofic

“You’re supposed to chop the hippogriff toe! Not mince it!” James told Sirius.

“Is it not the same?” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

“No!” Lily snapped from beside them. She pushed both of them out of the way, and fixed their potion.

Once the bubbling had gone down, and it started to smell a bit enticing, Sirius knew they were close. “Thanks, mate.” Sirius nodded at Lily.

Lily smiled, continuing to work alone. She was waiting for Remus.

“So what’s next?” Sirius asked James.

James looked in his potions book, adjusting his glasses. “I guess it’s just cloves, then it should smell like our one true love.” James said, sprinkling in the cloves.

Sirius sniffed as a smell started coming up. “Is that chocolate? And it smells like-“

“God, Sirius. Did you drown this place in your cologne?” Remus said, walking into the potions room. Remus had a rough moon, so he had to stay the night in the wing. Madame Pomfrey had let him sleep.

Sirius felt defensive. “No! I didn’t even have time to put on- Holy crap.”

“Holy crap.” James echoed. Lily, from the next table over, banged her head on the table.

The class went silent before settling into a quiet chatter. Remus walked up next to Lily, setting his bag down.

“What do you smell?” Whispered James. Sirius still shocked, grinned.

“It smells like chocolate and Moony’s shampoo.” Sirius said. “Does this mean he likes me back?” Sirius asked, excitedly.

“I think it does, Paddington.”

Sirius smiled softly.

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“What are we making?” Remus asked Lily, looking into the cauldron.

Lily looked positively exasperated. “Do you want to know after the fuss you made about it smelling like Sirius?”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“I’ll give you a hint. It smells like Mary for me.” Lily said, glancing over to where Mary and Marlene were arguing over who gets to dump in the rose petals.

Remus thought for a moment. “But you like- No. You’re taking the piss. Stop it.”

Lily grimaced. “Sorry, mate. You’re out of luck.”

Remus groaned, glancing over at Sirius. Sirius was whispering with James, and he knew that Sirius probably hated him by now.

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“Should I ask him out?” Sirius asked grinning. From a little bit over, he heard Remus groan. “Oh my god. Does he even like me? What if he likes you? You sometimes use my cologne!”

James rolls his eyes and turns Sirius to face Remus. “Rem!” He says.

Remus look over at them, face pulled tight.

“Go on, ask.” James tell Sirius.

Sirius goes red before squeaking out, “Will you go to Hogsmeade with me?”

Lily and Remus look at each other, before Remus smiles a bit and says “Yeah, sure.”

James runs over to Lily, giving her a high-five, before returning back to his cauldron. While Remus and Sirius giggle to each other, he sniffs it. Broom polish. Huh.

•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

Look, i know that the 26th was yesterday, but i really was excited to do this one. i even set a countdown 😭

but in my defense, i was delirious yesterday because of how sick i was. But! you get two oneshots today! one for amortentia and one for james bday!! be excited. anyways love you mwah

[morganablack]

I have a wolfstar and jegulus AU idea so hear me out

One day Sirius and Regulus get into this huge fight at Hogwards and it goes like “You aren’t my brother anymore, I hate you” etc

And Regulus gets so mad he finds a time turner to go back in time to make Sirius a slytherin so they can be brothers

Anyway I need to work more on the introduction, but here comes the angst

Regulus manages to make Sirius a slytherin so he goes back to his timeline only tho find that Sirius became a bully, a villain, wearing the dark mark proudly and basically torturing students left and right

James tries to stand up to him, but Sirius humiliates him (cut horrified Regulus because he just can’t see a world where Sirius and James aren’t best friends)

Remus is a ravenclaw and struggles alone with his lycanthropy, being bullied by Sirius, with no friends whatsoever ( cut scene where Regulus find Remus in the astronomy tower after Sirius threw a horrible prank on him, only for Remus to be sobbing about how alone and tired he was

“I’m so tired, Black, I have no one! Do you know how it’s like all your life being afraid that someone will find out about your secret and you will be put down like a dog? DO YOU?! I’M NOT BRAVE BLACK, I NEVER HAVE BEEN BRAVE A DAY IN MY LIFE!” Remus sobbed, hugging himself like he would break apart at any second.

Maybe he was already broken.

Silent tears streamed down Regulus’ cheeks.

He took away Remus’ star, leaving him alone in darkness. )

You get the idea anyway

And the jegulus part comes with Regulus trying to convince James to help him because he lost the time turner and he needs to go back in time to fix what he’s done

Feel free to add any suggestions, this is literally the raw scenario that I came up with

[loonyloopylupin96]

Prompt: Hot Chocolate | @wolfstarmicrofic | Words: 50

They'd thrown marshmallows, seeing who could get them into Remus' mug. Sirius had won, though the floor caught the most. Sighing, Remus watched as the mallows melted away before he could finish drinking.

He'll think of this day again, as Sirius dies in front of him; good things never last.

[enbysiriusblack]

Omg congrats on the 2,000 followers

May I request Queen 1 of wolfstar please

Sirius peeled away the covers and slid in next to Remus, wrapping the duvet back around himself.

"Hi", Remus glanced over to him, "What are we doing here?"

Sirius shrugged, "It's bloody freezing."

"And you go in the bed of the walking stick of ice?" Remus snorted, touching Sirius' hand with his own to demonstrate how cold he was.

Sirius held it tightly, warming it up with his own body heat.

"I run hot."

"Yeah," Remus' face grew a red tinge, "You are- I mean do."

Sirius grinned, shuffing down into a more comfortable position and grabbing that morning's paper from Remus' bedside table.

"Staying here for a while, are you?"

Sirius shrugged, opening up the paper to have a read, "Thought I'd stay and warm you up till you fall asleep."

Remus nodded with a yawn, "Right. Thank you."

Sirius stroked Remus' thumb, "Goodnight, Moony."

"Night Padfoot", he replied, slowly closing his eyes.

Sirius stayed in the bed as Remus began snoring not too long later, and even stayed there once he'd finished reading and completing all the puzzles in the paper.

The next morning, Remus awoke, much warmer than usual, and glanced down to see a large black dog fast asleep on his chest.

[uramakimochi]

Sirius, sitting on the couch, talking with James and Lily, holding his daughter in his arms while she plays with his face:

Sirius: Prongs do you remember that time when we went to the Slytherin common room and-

Y/N: *tugs a lock of his hair and pokes him in the eye*

Sirius, turning to her: Again with the eye okay, you want me to call your father??

Y/n, suddenly getting scared: No! *climbs off Sirius' body and runs to the other room*

Sirius, looking at the Potters with a proud smirk: Eheh, works everytime. She's scared to death of him- AH!

Remus, standing next to him with crossed arms and a suspicious look: Call me for what?

Sirius, nervously smiling: Oh... Rem, my love~

Remus, nodding to Y/n that's holding on his leg: She told me you were mean to her.

Sirius, shocked: I was not?? For your information SHE almost blinded me!

Remus: Apologise to MY daughter.

Y/n: *sticks out her tongue at him*

Sirius: *feeling absolutely betrayed*

Lily and James: *laugh in amusement*

WOLFSTARDAUGHTER!READER SERIE:

previous / next

Yes i wrote the same scenario for James & Milf!Reader too because this audio is so James and Sirius/Remus coded to me

[thebigstar-abouttofall]

Wolfstar Microfic Day 6: Time-Turner

@wolfstarmicrofic

Rating: PG (Angst/Fluff/Grief)

Summary: Remus gets his hands on a black market Time-Turner five years after Sirius ends up in Azkaban and knows exactly what to do with it.

Word count: 645

His fingers are whitening, his grip around the Time-Turner is so tight. And his whole body shakes. When he opens his eyes, he knows that he’s done it. The air is warm and heavy with the smells of dinner cooking in the kitchens below, and it rings out with the laughter and chatter of nearby students. Familiar stone brick surrounds. Five hours. The guy in The Hog’s Head had said he had five hours. And he’d known - as soon as the man mentioned the Time-Turner he’d “somehow” gotten his hands on - that this is what he would do with it.

And, in a moment of pure serendipity, the kind of luck that Remus hasn’t had in a long time, he can hear a distant gleeful rabble, instantly recognisable. He shoves himself into a nearby cupboard, leaving the door open a crack, watching the scene unfold. First, two voices which make his stomach clench.

“Right guys. We’ll see you later. I’m gonna go to the library, you still coming Pete?” It’s James. Lovely, lovely Seventh Year James. He feels nausea rising in his throat. This was such an idiotic idea.

And then: “Yeah, ‘course! Let’s go. See you guys at dinner! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Moony. I hope you have honourable intentions for my Padfoot.” It’s Peter. Another squeeze of his heart. This is too much. He suddenly feels claustrophobic and his mouth dries up. He makes to leave the cupboard as he hears young Remus clap back: “Only the best for your daughter, Wormy!”

But the sound of James dissolving into laughter stills him. And the scene unfolding next is one that replays over and over in his dreams. He knows he shouldn’t be dreaming of him. The one who brought death and betrayal in his wake. But Remus is haunted by doubt. Growing around his heart like deadly mould. A fear that their love was one great conspiracy. A lie. An exaggeration. A fairy tale.

As if in response, peering out of the slit in the door, he can see himself, looking awkward and gangly as ever but alive. He feels oddly jealous.

And then Sirius walks into view and it’s like standing under a waterfall, being pummelled by feelings that he’s long been trying to ignore.

He looks beautiful. He always did. Angelic. With his sharp cheek bones, his porcelain skin. His silvery eyes, guiding orbs lighting up his face. His black hair long and shaggy, just how he liked it and Walburga hated it.

He’s rummaging in his pocket. And it’s exactly how he’d remembered it.

“Hey, Moons. I have something for you.” Young Sirius is whispering, his eyes trembling with something so pure. Anticipation on his lips. He continues to retrieve the present from inside of his robes.

“What?” Young Remus looks put out momentarily. “Is it Valentine’s Day? Or my birthday? Or Christmas? Or the anniversary of that time we glued Snivellus’ mouth together just before he had to get up to give a presentation in Charms?”

Sirius is cackling. He catches his breath. “No but god, we should make that an annual festival! No, it’s nothing like that I-... well I’ve just been planning this for a while. And finally decided to…”

He trails off, looking down at the box in front of him. Young Remus is visibly trembling, a grin sticking to his cheeks. Sirius tenderly lifts off the lid, revealing two aged silver chains. One adorned with a small moon charm and the other with a star.

Older Remus can’t even watch anymore because he knows how this goes. He knows that Young Remus chokes up and pulls Sirius into a soft, grateful kiss, cradling his face in his hands. Under his shirt, Older Remus touches his hand to the star charm still dangling from his neck, shudders. And tears fall down his cheeks again.

[raindragon-20]

Wolfstar fluff thought of the day — Dealing with stress edition Remus gets quiet when he’s stressed. Withdraws a little.

Starts cleaning already-clean mugs, stacking parchment, making lists in the margins of other lists, scratching at the skin under his nails like he can’t quite crawl out of his own thoughts.

And Sirius sees it. Knows it. Feels it like a shift in the air.

So he comes up behind him, no words, just wraps his arms around Remus’ middle, rests his chin on his shoulder, and sways them gently in place. “Come sit with me, love,” he murmurs, soft. “You’re buzzing.”

Remus lets himself be guided to the couch, where Sirius pulls him into his lap, fully clothed, shoes kicked off, arms wrapped around his waist. He takes Remus’ hands, brings each finger to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the pads, the knuckles, the places where he scratched. Like he can soothe the ache away, kiss calm back into his skin.

Remus mumbles something about work, about responsibility, but Sirius kisses his temple and says, “Shhh. You carry so much, Moony. Let me hold it for a while. Let me hold you.”

And Remus melts. Lets go. They sit like that for ages. Sirius runs his hands up and down Remus’ back, whispers, “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

And Remus, finally, lets his forehead rest on Sirius’ shoulder and breathes. Because here, in Sirius’ arms, he doesn’t have to fix everything. He can just be held.

And that’s all he needs tonight

Insp: Of Godson and Vows

[interstellarlyinlove]

First time meeting the parents (January 3rd)

word count: 600

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius isn’t sure how to feel. 

He should probably feel happy to see Remus after not seeing him since the start of winter break, but he really doesn’t want to see Remus here of all places.

Sirius hates the house he grew up in and he hates thinking that Remus might hate it even more. Speaking of which, where is Remus, anyway? Surely he should have arrived by now–

“Will you stop fidgeting, brother?” Regulus says softly. Both brothers are standing in the corner of the crowded Grimmauld Place parlour room. Their father is entertaining some of his colleagues in the Ministry and Remus’ father was invited. Remus told Sirius in his last letter that he might accompany his father. On an unrelated note, Sirius might puke. “I’m sure your boyfriend will be here shortly.”

“Remus isn’t my boyfriend,” Sirius says automatically. Then he realizes that Regulus didn’t even say Remus’ name and tries not to flush. Sirius changes the subject. “Say, you didn’t grow up here.”

Regulus blinks. “What?”

“Say, this is the first time you enter this house. What would you think about it?”

Regulus blinks again. “You want me to– Well, it is very gothic-esque, if I say so. Very dark. The Tell-Tale Heart could be set in this very parlour room. Some of the wall art is questionable, to say the least. Horrifying, even. But I do rather like that aesthetic. Some say it suits me, so I don’t mind it all that much–”

SIrius’ heart sinks. He catches Remus’ pretty curly hair in the dimly-lit room and he’s standing next to Sirius’ mother.

This is the worst night of Sirius’ life. 

Sirius hands Regulus his drink and clears his throat. “Sure, sure. Dark, dismal, dreary, and cold. I think so too, it’s all rather cliche – see you later, Reg.”

Sirius reaches both Remus and his mother in record speed. Sirius doesn’t think he’s ever considered Remus and Walburga existing in the same universe before, so this is peculiar to say the least. 

“Remus!” He greets, then he cringes because his voice is rather loud. “Mother.”

Walburga acknowledges him. “It is terribly rude to interrupt a conversation in this manner, Sirius.”

“Happy new year, Sirius,” Remus says, smiling, and Walburga might as well have disappeared from the face of the earth. She doesn't matter, nothing else really matters, not the stupid uninviting house or the horrendous paintings on the wall or–

“Have you hit your head somewhere, Sirius?” Walburga asks, bewildered. “What are you staring at?”

Sirius blinks. His mother is looking at him inquisitively. Sirius snaps out of it. “I’m sorry, mother.”

Walburga shakes her head then turns to look at Remus. “It was nice meeting you, Mr Lupin. I apologize for my son’s rather odd behavior.  Please enjoy your night.” She then leaves. 

Sirius blinks, then turns to Remus. “Did you actually get Walburga Black to like you?”

Remus grins, and it’s blinding. “How horrified do you think she'd be if she found out about my lunar predicament?”

Sirius blinks again. “Did she just tell you to enjoy your night? Remus, did you hex my mother into becoming a pleasant individual?”

Remus laughs. “Sure.”

“Happy new year to you too, Re,” Sirius says. “Let’s go get drunk.”

Remus laughs again. “Sure. How’s your break been, Sirius?”

“Just great,” Sirius says. “Monday cannot come quickly enough.”

Remus nods. “Yeah. I’ve missed you.” 

Sirius smiles. He no longer knows why he was so nervous in the first place. He somehow forgot that this is Remus. “I’ve missed you, too, Re. Let me show you around.”

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

The Grand Proposal - Part 1

Do y'all remember when I mentioned a hippie Remus x scientist Sirius one shot I was writing? Well, I've finally figured out what has screwed with my ability to finish it - there's too much of an idea to fit it into a single one shot, so here's me splitting it into two parts!!

Masterpost here!

Wednesday

“Hey, could you help me with something?” Remus asked, as Lily arranged and rearranged her expansive crystal selection. She glanced up at him, arching an eyebrow. 

“Right now? I’m kind of busy working. You’re distraction enough. A welcome distraction, but still.” She corrected herself, Remus laughing lightly. 

“No, not now, but…” He trailed off, thinking carefully. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I just- I need to go ring shopping.” 

“You buy all of your rings off me, dumbass.” Remus watched her blankly for a moment. 

“Not that kind of ring; an engagement ring. For Sirius.” Lily’s eyes widened, crystals straight back out of her hands. 

“Remus!” She said excitedly, eyes sparkling. “Proposing? That’s amazing!” Remus smiled back, shrugging. 

“I love him. It’s about time. Also, he’s never going to do it, I don’t think he knows whether or not I believe in the institution of marriage.” They said calmly, Lily laughing. Remus looked at her expectantly. 

“I know fuck all about engagement rings though, so… help?” 

“Oh, right! Of course! We can go looking on Friday?” 

“I need to ask Euphemia and Fleamont, too.” 

"Why? They love you, it's not like you need to listen to tradition." She said with a slight laugh, and Remus smiled, rolling his eyes.

"I'm well aware, Lils, but I want to ask them about this."

"Right, okay, it's your proposal, sorry."

Lily’s work was pretty much abandoned after that, talking about rings. Lily was the expert, and he’d been considering proposing for such a long time, he was almost entirely sure that Sirius would say yes. 

Almost. 

The thought was still nerve wracking as fuck, but it was worth it, for Sirius. 

Sirius was worth everything. 

-

Sirius couldn’t focus. 

He had the same thoughts circulating in his mind that he really wanted to explore, desperately, more than anything else, but instead he was stuck at a fucking microscope. He had never been so irritated by a microscope in his life. It was very rare for Sirius to want to abandon his work, so he had a feeling that James would have a conversation with him if he tried. 

“Hey, Prongs?” 

He was right. James immediately glanced up at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“D’you reckon Remus… likes marriage, as a concept? Or, not likes. Appreciates? Would want?” James’ face shifted, and Sirius could feel himself turning red. 

“Thinking about marrying him?” James asked with a smile, and Sirius shushed him quickly. 

“I don’t need everybody talking about it!” Sirius whispered. The lab knew enough about the way his brain stopped working whenever Remus so much as breathed near him. “But… yeah. I’d marry them in a heartbeat, but I need to know that he’d want to first!” 

“You haven’t had this conversation?” Sirius huffed a laugh, shaking his head once. 

“No! We never really thought about it, but I- I’d love to be able to call him my spouse.” Sirius answered. 

“Well, there’s no harm in asking.” 

“What, just proposing without knowing what he’d say?” Sirius asked, confused, and James rolled his eyes. 

“No, just asking how they feel about marriage, if they’d ever want to. Then you know.” 

“Right, yeah, that works.” 

So that’s what he did. 

He waited until that evening, and brought up marriage. The two of them were sat on the sofa together, a book resting in Remus’ free hand, one arm around Sirius. He framed it like he was curious, just wondering, trying to make sure Remus didn’t figure out that he was trying to gauge if he could propose. 

“Hey, Rem?” 

“Mhm?” Remus hummed, turning and glancing at Sirius. 

“Would you ever want to get married? In the future, I mean.” He felt Remus tense, and panicked. He’d freaked Remus out, shit. In a sudden attempt to save himself, Sirius started doing what he did best. Talking. “Not that I- I didn’t mean I wanted to, necessarily, but-“ 

“Yeah.” Remus interjected. “I could see us getting married at some point. In the future.” He added on to the end, and Sirius couldn’t help the way his heart sunk, just a little. Not yet. 

Still, it wasn’t off the table. That was promising? 

“Yeah, yeah, the future. The distant future.” Sirius said calmly, surprisingly good at hiding his feelings. Remus nodded, resting his head on Sirius’, and the matter was dropped for the evening. 

It doesn’t mean James didn’t hear a shit ton about it the next day. 

Thursday

“Padfoot, you alright?” 

“Hm?” Sirius looked up from where he… really should have been working, zoned out. “No, yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” 

“I’m assuming Remus doesn’t want to get married?” 

“No, they do, but- they said in the future.” James practically sighed then, pinching the bridge of his nose as Sirius frowned at him. 

“The future could mean literally anything, why are you moping?” 

“I’m not! I- no, I am. I’m fucking moping, god.” He dropped his head into his hands. “He didn’t even say he didn’t want to get married!” Sirius said with a groan. “I’m a loser.” He said, voice muffled by his hands. 

“I’d say that’s a sign to propose.” James answered with a shrug, sitting in the chair opposite Sirius, who moved his hands to frown at James, confused. 

“How?” 

“He didn’t say distant future, did he?” 

“Well, no, but-“ 

“The future could mean next year! Also, an engagement isn’t a marriage! If they want to get married at some point, they’ll say yes.” James shrugged. “I’ll help you plan it? I mean, you two have been together for years, it’s about time!” Sirius thought carefully for a moment. James wasn’t wrong. He loved Remus, and the future didn’t necessarily mean decades. 

“I need to get a ring, then.” 

“We can go on Saturday?” 

“Okay. And I want to talk to Hope about it.” Sirius added decisively. 

He was actually going to fucking do it. 

He was going to propose. 

Remus would never see it coming.

-

Remus dropped by Euphemia and Fleamont’s on the Thursday, while Sirius was at work. The door swung open, Remus offering Euphemia a smile as she beamed back. 

“Remus, lovely! Come in, come in!” He pulled him into a hug, and Remus still wasn’t prepared for the way the air could get knocked out of his lungs by her hugs. Still, he smiled and hugged her back, unable to stop the flood of warmth they felt towards her.

Once they had gotten in and sat in front of them, he wasn’t wasting any time. 

”So, what brings you here?” Fleamont asked, Remus somehow having ended up with a cup of tea. Christ, it was like the Potters had some kind of domestic magic Remus hadn't heard of.

“Well… I want to propose to Sirius.” He answered, watching as their eyes widened. “I know I’m not exactly… traditional.” There was literally no way on earth to define him, so that was a tad bit of an understatement. “But I did want to talk to the two of you about it first. You two mean the world to him. So I guess I’m asking for your… blessing.” They finished, turning to observe the two of them. Euphemia seemed stunned into silence, Fleamont gaining an increasingly growing smile. Okay, good signs.

“Remus, of course you have our blessing. You make Sirius happy.” Remus felt a light blush tint their cheeks, smiling back at the two of them. As much as he knew that was true, he had seen it himself plenty of times, but it didn't make it any less comforting to hear. “When are you planning on proposing?” 

“Soon.” He answered promptly. “I’m going ring shopping tomorrow.” 

He was going to propose as soon as possible. Mostly because he had an inkling that Sirius was planning the same thing, if that conversation from the night before was anything of note. They just had to hope that Sirius had been slightly put off by their injection of the word future. 

-

Sirius had a new resolve. 

He was going to propose as soon as he could. 

Honestly, he had no clue where the motivation came from; a few hours of overthinking actually seemed to have worked, for once, and he wasn’t going to complain. Instead of working for the rest of the day, he made a plan for the Saturday. Talk to Hope in the morning, then meet James at noon and look for a ring. The perfect plan… mostly. 

Apart from the fact that it meant he had to lie to Remus. 

Remus. Moony. His Moony, who he literally found it impossible to lie to. There was a time that he’d told Remus what his fucking birthday present was, because it had arrived while they were home and they had asked. How he was ever going to hide a whole bloody proposal, he had no idea. Still, it was for Remus. Surely he could lie for Remus? 

Well, he had to. He didn’t have any other choice. 

With that in mind, he pulled his phone out and quickly tapped out a message for him. Start the plan early.

‘Going out for lunch with James on Saturday, thought we could go for dinner in the evening? Love you xXx’ 

Okay, he could lie over text. Perfect. He was also technically actually going for lunch with James, he was just stopping by a few jewellery shops in the process. And Hope’s house. Still, it wasn’t a lie, he just… didn’t disclose. it was fine. Absolutely fine. 

He was going to be fine keeping it from Remus. At least he could lie to himself? If he could do that, he could do it for Remus. 

His ability to do so was tested later that evening, which Sirius really didn't appreciate. 

James had messaged him with a list of jewellery shops they could go to, Sirius pulling out his phone and smiling as the two of them ate. Perfect. He was getting more excited by the second. Remus arched an eyebrow, curious. Sirius looked up at them, elaborating. 

“It’s James. He’s sending me… places we can go.” He hesitated briefly, stopping himself from saying fucking ring shops. He was already screwing it up, and he wasn’t about to let it happen. 

“Ah, right. Where are you thinking of going?” 

“Not sure yet.” Sirius answered quickly, flinching at the suddenness of the words. Remus picked up on everything, and he had probably picked up on that too. Still, he didn’t say anything about it, moving on with the conversation, something about planet alignments, as Sirius tried to force himself not to panic. It wasn’t really lying if he was doing something good. All he had to do was keep telling himself that. 

He was going to propose if it was the last thing he did.