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Conflict

Word Count: 294 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius Black is the boy who sat next to Remus on the Hogwarts Express at the age of eleven. He sported a mischievous grin and the joy of a bird set free. He hadn't even been sorted into Gryffindor yet. Remus remembers Sirius latching onto James, sharing sweets with Peter, and seeing right through him.

He hated how Sirius could always do that.

Sirius Black is the man who betrayed James and Lily twelve years ago on Halloween. They had probably been dressed up, eager to make beautiful memories for little Harry. Merlin, Sirius is the monster who would give up his own godson. Remus was left with nothing but a quiet house that could never again be home.

He loved how Sirius had once filled it with laughter.

And now, Remus is in conflict. He suspects he always has been, since that night. Someone had clawed at the very fabric of reality, ripping it in two and tearing at the seams until he was left with pieces that didn't make a whole.

On his desk is the wanted poster: Sirius Black, heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Pureblood. Aristocrat. Madman. Murderer.

In his memory is Padfoot: the boy who lived loudly and loved gently. Friend. Marauder. Partner. Family.

These two things are in conflict with each other. The facts contradict themselves again and again. Two plus ten will never make four. James and Lily will never come back. Sirius Black would never have betrayed his friends.

Remus is sure that not a minute ago a big, black dog peered into his window. His heart nearly stopped. Again. No more being in conflict with himself, he's decided. He won't tell Dumbledore - for better or for worse - and that is that.

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So, I was out on a walk and thinking about my favourite Austen books as one does. My personal favourite is 'Emma'. Aside from the fact that it was the very first Austen I read, Emma herself is witty and entertaining. She is dramatic, believes she can do no wrong, and is (at times) a straight up bitch. I will always love reading from the perspective of a character who is deeply flawed and slightly self-centred. The very charming Mr Knightly is a bonus and I, perhaps controversially, also adore the 2020 film adaptation.

Having said all of this, it is never too long before the marauders brainrot kicks in and I ask myself "how can I relate this to dead gay wizards from the '70s?" The obvious conclusion I came to is that Emma Woodhouse and Sirius Black are very much variants of each other. Feel free to tell me if this is way off, but the whole matchmaking endeavour has Sirius written all over it. He would so believe he's got everyone's lives figured out and I wouldn't put it past him to meddle until he's made a right mess of things.

I can just see Sirius being so much like Emma had he been raised slightly differently, you know? I don't think he typically has quite that much entitlement about him, but give him Effie and Fleamont doting on him from childhood? I can absolutely see his already confident, assured personality crossing over into the Emma Woodhouse realm of delusion.

And although their characters are a fair bit different in background, Remus as Mr Knightly? Yes please. I'll be damned if Sirius wouldn't fume the way Emma did when she thought Jane had a thing for Knightly. Truly, my girl was so jealous, it was slightly (extremely) embarrassing. Plus, the whole being so sure she'd never marry thing and then realising far too late that she fancied Knightly the whole time? Yeah, that has Sirius Black written all over it.

Of course, the picnic and its fallout also has (post-prank) Sirius written all over it. The coming to terms with what he's done to the people around him? The revelation that he had completely misunderstood everything? The shouting and the arguing and the confessions of love? Yeah, I stand by the fact that this is a good idea.

I'm surely not the first person to have thought of this. In fact, once I'm done with this wee yap I'm running to ao3 to see if this has been written. (I've half a mind to do it myself if it hasn't.) Honestly, who knows how accurate this take is? It's been way too long since I read this book. I cannot fathom why this is what I think about. To conclude, Jane Austen's 'Emma' is brilliant and you should read it. xx

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I can't be the only one who ignores all indications of accents in a fic, right? I'm really sorry, like I know the marauders are meant to be English - maybe a wee bit Welsh if you're feeling spicy - but I will continue to voice them all in variations of my own accent in my head. I don't know if this is a confession or a cry for help, but it's not a crime (I hope) xx

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everywhere, everything -*completed*

"I think... that in another life, I would've really liked just cleaning his flat with him." *** Read the final chapter :) MULTIVERSE JUMP!!! (rb with where you were sent)

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craving some nice summer fics hmmm

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Cottage

Word Count: 532 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius glanced down at the crumpled paper clutched in his hand before fixing his gaze on the cottage in front of him. Thinking it best to double check, he looked once more - eyes down to the scrawled handwriting and eyes up to the house.

Before him was an uneven, cobbled path fighting to be seen through overgrown weeds. The many pots on either side of him were barren and the odd broken stick lay forgotten on the ground. It had obviously been a long time since they were tied to wandering stems, gently providing support.

Then there was the cottage itself. It was quaint. It might have been inviting, even, if it weren't for...well. Sirius was in no position to judge, given his own decrepit state, but that didn't mean he couldn't see the boarded up window, peeling limewash, and entirely untamed ivy. The dull blue shutters were clinging on for dear life. One strong gust of wind was all that stood between them and a future resigned to lying in the slightly damp grass below - truly a terrible fate.

Sirius figured that the longer he hovered right by the gate the more likely he was to be spotted gawking. Weighing up his options, he decided that would be vastly more awkward than if he just knocked.

He would be lying if he said that the very short walk up the path was an easy one. But if every step closer to the cottage - and the man inside - clawed at his heart and dragged up years of guilt and regret, then that was none of your business.

He would be lying if he said that it didn't hurt to think that Remus Lupin lived here, in this worn-down, battered cottage. But if he wished more than anything that he hadn't been alone, night after night, in this...this shack, then (again) that's not your business.

Sirius reached the front door sooner than he would have liked. He steeled himself. He would knock. It would be fine. Yes, after all that had passed in the last thirteen years, after the pain and the neglect and the absolute breakdown of their relationship, it would somehow be fine.

His hand hovered over the door, curling into a fist, when something stopped him. There were pots just through the window - new pots - with little buds of white and pink starting to blossom. At his feet, left of the door, was a can of red paint. It was bright and bold and the kind of scarlet that made him feel seventeen again.

The door opened. The man stood in front of him looked old - older than he had when the two had briefly reunited last year. His jumper was threadbare and his socks were worn through and Sirius would be surprised if he'd slept at all in the past week.

Despite all of that, the smallest of smiles was creeping onto Remus Lupin's face and Sirius could have sworn his Moony hadn't changed at all since they were seventeen.

Remus stepped aside to let him in. Sirius took one last look at the can by his feet and made a silent promise to paint the cottage door together.

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Kiss

Word Count: 467 - @wolfstarmicrofic

"So, we'd been sitting there - just sort of looking at each other, right?"

James leant in, eager to soak up the rest of the tale. He nodded vigorously for Sirius to continue. After all, it wasn't every day something this monumentous occurred.

"Prongs, if you'd have seen him then..." Sirius trailed off with a look that could only be described as puppy love etched on his face.

"I mean, his hair was all messed up in the way that it gets when he's been running his hands through it - you know! When he's studying? I swear he near pulls his hair out some days...and he was wearing the jumper!"

Sirius suddenly stopped mid-rant, eyes boring into James in a way that implied he had just said something significant. James stared back blankly. He blinked.

Sirius flung his arms around wildly as he flopped onto his back. He was nothing if not dramatic. With an exasperated groan, he elaborated with, "the jumper?"

Ah. The jumper was supposedly significant. James crawled forward, making sure that Sirius could fully appreciate his unamused expression as he replied, "Pads. Get on with it."

Reluctantly, Sirius sat up and continued. "OK, well, I could just kind of tell, you know? So…I just spat it out."

"Spat what out?", James questioned. He'd only been waiting for one of them to say something for the past two years.

At this, Sirius Black blushed. In all their years as best friends - brothers in all but blood - James had never seen him look quite so soft.

"I asked him if he wanted to kiss me."

James practically squealed.

"And I think he was a bit caught up because he didn't really say anything?" Sirius was now rambling and it was nothing short of adorable.

"He just leant in and so did I and it couldn't have lasted more than 3 seconds but, Merlin, it was lovely. Prongs, I don't know what possessed us but we just started giggling and-"

"I SAID YES!"

James and Sirius snapped their heads towards the booming, familiar voice and flung back the curtains in unison. They were met with the glaring face of one Remus Lupin who, from across the dormitory, had interrupted his now boyfriend.

"You did not, Moons, and that's ok!" Sirius looked rather smug now. James was confused.

"I did! I'll prove it! Find some veratiserum or hunt down a pensieve or…or-"

Tuning out the squabbling, James helplessly turned to Peter in search of the context he seemed to be missing.

Peter looked back with deep regret as he informed, "when Sirius asked if Remus wanted to kiss him? Remus thinks he answered the question. Sirius doesn't. They've been at this all afternoon."

"Well", James replied, resigned to a lifetime of dealing with this shit, "some things never change."

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Is it too niche to say that I think a Race Across the World marauders au has a lot of potential? Like, here me out. You could do estranged Black Brothers trying to reconnect as one team, and besties Lily and Remus as another. OR there's father and son Remus and Teddy?? They're maybe bonding after losing Tonks? (Or idk, maybe she's living her best life and cheering them on from back home). AND MAYBE we've got Poppy and Minnie there as the older, extremely close, gal pals. Or scrap all that, have James and Sirius, Regulus and Narcissa, Remus and Hope, established Dorlene, and some other interesting duo. (It's also just occurred to me that if there's no James you could have Monty and Effie being adorable). Actually. I take it all back. Divorced wolfstar and a bunch of other teams I don't care about. I'm sorry, I just watched the final of the newest season and I really hope at least one person reading this knows what show I'm talking about. Is it bad that I want to write this now? x

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Myth

Word Count: 751 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus Lupin was on a tour boat on the Seine. Remus Lupin was sitting on said boat alone, shooting daggers at the back of Lily's head. This achieved next to nothing as he was ignored in favour of the messy haired man sitting beside his friend. Yes, Remus Lupin was in Paris, on a boat, and he was bored.

This is not to say that the tour itself had been dull. In fact, it was honestly one of the best tours Remus had ever been on. The guide, who had introduced himself as Sirius, was perfectly enthusiastic and informative and had been engaging the guests in charming banter for the last half hour. It was rather impressive, really, how he'd been switching from English to French to Spanish to Italian with remarkable ease.

That being said, there was only so much fun to be had when one's best friend abandons them for the company of an, albeit very friendly, complete stranger.

Yes, Remus knows this is rather unfair to Lily. She had checked and double checked that he would be alright. And yes, he knows sitting two rows behind her doesn't constitute abandonment. But he didn't even fancy going on the tour and his hip aches and he feels entitled to moan about all this in his inner monologue.

Said inner monologue is currently being interrupted by a handsome tour guide.

"Now", Sirius begins into his mic, sliding into the empty space beside Remus. "I really hope you're happy with me as your neighbour for this next part." He says this with a glint in his eye and a slight smirk playing on his (rather lovely) lips.

"There is a myth", he continues, in the same, slightly dramatic tone he's been using throughout the tour, "that your first time under this next bridge, you can make a wish."

Sirius pauses to allow for the oohs and ahhs this elicits from the crowd. If Remus happens to use the distraction to fully take in the man next to him then that is not a crime.

"In order for it to work, you have to close your eyes, make your wish…" Sirius trails off and turns his head towards Remus again.

He isn't bored anymore, he's decided. The dark curls framing Sirius' face and the unabashed mischief painted across it is very interesting.

He can't understand a word of what is said next but it's obvious that Sirius is translating.

A few moments later and he continues again in English. "Yes, you have to close your eyes and, if you want the wish to come true, kiss the person next to you." Sirius is now leaning back against the cold, metal bench and is grinning up at him.

"Like I said, make sure you're happy with your neighbour." The laugh Sirius let's out is bold and brash and has the other tourists turning and laughing alongside him. Hell, even Lily and her mystery man have swung around to giggle at Remus' expense.

Remus should probably be offended or irritated, or laugh along awkwardly with everyone else. Yet, something in Sirius' now soft smile and the rather intense eye contact is making him consider that this isn't just one big gay joke.

"Anyway," Sirius goes on, standing abruptly. "I'll guide you through it." He whips out his phone, bringing it close to the mic, and his magnificent grin is back as the first notes of some romantic instrumental are broadcasted to the boat.

They're nearly fully under the bridge and Remus can see where Sirius' performance is going now.

"Close your eyes."

He does.

"Make your wish."

He couldn't tell you even if he wanted to. It wouldn't come true then, would it?

"And give your neighbour a kiss."

Remus opens his eyes and Sirius is back beside him, looking more nervous than he has this whole tour. Lowering the mic and leaning in, he whispers, "You really don't have to - it was only a joke, and I'm sorry if-"

Sirius is cut off by Remus pulling him in by the neck. Their lips meet and it is short and sweet but nothing less than magical.

Sirius is looking back at him now with his mouth frozen in a little 'o' and cheeks flushed pink. It takes him a moment before there's a small smile gracing his face again.

Remus is sure his own face is no less flushed as he leans back in and whispers, "I just wanted the wish to come true."

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fun fact: hozier wrote jackie and wilson about wolfstar!

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instead of writing the last chapter, I made a quiz :)

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Fairy

Word Count: 374 - @wolfstarmicrofic

"Away with the fairies, love?"

Remus had been curled up in the tattered, brown armchair by the window and the cup of tea he was clutching had long gone cold. The patchwork blanket his mother had draped over his shoulders several hours ago had fallen to the floor. He had not noticed.

Oh, Remus Lupin wasn't away with the fairies but his mind had wandered off to the next best thing. You'll have to forgive him if dark, glossy curls and sharp, silver eyes had captured his attention and would not let go.

Stop looking at him like that, it's perfectly normal to be daydreaming about one's best friend. Especially if said friend is Sirius Black.

Nothing in particular had reminded Remus of him. He just...happened upon the thoughts. One minute he was staring out at the dreary countryside, dotted with a sheep or two in the distance, and the next his mind really had ran off.

It sprinted heart first into an absolute well of memories. From those tentative first few weeks when the boys barely spoke to the last few weeks when every night was spent spilling secrets under shared covers, there was a lot to ponder.

There was the Gryffindor party when Sirius hadn't let go of Remus all night (but he had been absolutely plastered).

Then, there was the visit to Hogsmeade that Remus had missed because of the full. Yes, Sirius (and Sirius alone) had come running back to the castle early with arms full of new quills and chocolate and the book Remus had mentioned he wanted, but isn't that what friends are for?

Between the soft little smiles the dark haired boy seemed to save only for Remus and the last few months of...something, he was rather lost in his thoughts.

Like the time when-

"Remus, love?"

At long last, the boy's eyes blinked into focus and took in the cold cup of tea and the blanket on the floor and the utterly dull raindrops sliding down the window in front of him.

Remus looked up at Hope Lupin's face and was met with mild amusement, eyes glinting with knowledge, and no small amount of love.

"Mm?"

"Would you like another cuppa?"

"Aye, if you don't mind."

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Curse

Word Count: 537 - @wolfstarmicrofic

When Prince Sirius ventured out into the far reaches of the Forbidden Forest he was rather hoping for an adventure. For example: a monster to slay, a ghost to banish, or shadows to hide from. At the very least, he'd hoped to find somewhere to sit and brood. Preferably in the dark. Alone.

Given the nature of the young man's midnight escapade, it was rather rude that his way should be so conveniently illuminated by countless stars and the steady glow of the full moon. Slivers of light burst through the canopy above Sirius' head, casting shadows that were decidedly not menacing.

This was all starting to look a little too whimsical for the prince's liking - I mean, what's a guy got to do to find somewhere to channel his anger towards his increasingly frustrating family? Sirius was one more shimmering pond away from turning around and marching back into the palace when something cut through the quiet - a cry?

No. A howl. An adventure.

The corners of Sirius' lips curled up with pleasure as he followed the sound. Careful not to provoke whatever beast he had heard, he made his way deeper and deeper into the forest...and the howls were starting to sound more and more distressed. Was the beast...wounded?

Pushing his way through the bushes and brambles, Sirius was beginning to feel grateful for the light as he hurried towards the growing cries. He pushed aside one final branch - and there it was.

Curled up in a heap of matted, bloodied fur was a sorry excuse for a wolf. Standing this close to it, its wailing was unbearable. Sirius made to rush forward before thinking better of it. Instead, he slowly crept towards the wounded creature, and lowered himself beside it.

"Hello...", Sirius began, quite unsure about the situation he had now found himself in. His hand hovered over the wolf whose wails had settled into whimpers, seemingly in response to the prince's voice. "I don't know what happened to you, but it's going to be ok...I'm not leaving you until you're ok."

And so, Prince Sirius did not find himself slaying, banishing, hiding, or even brooding alone on that night under the watchful gaze of the moon. Instead, he took his mind off his increasingly frustrating family by tending to the wounds of a very pitiful wolf.

You can imagine his surprise when the first flickers of dawn drenched the forest in gold and the creature before him was...gone.

In his place was a young man with tawny curls, littered with freckles and scars alike, looking terribly bruised, a little bloodied, and just slightly anaemic. (Although, if you asked for the prince's opinion, he would happily recount how he stumbled upon the fairest man in all the land.) Sirius' jaw was very likely still on the forest floor when the man managed to weakly utter, "A curse...turn into a wolf every full moon."

Eventually, Sirius would return to his senses and ask for a name.

Eventually, the man would reply with, "Remus."

Eventually, they would set about breaking curses and escaping increasingly frustrating families and living happily ever after.

But at the time, Remus offered Sirius his thanks and Sirius offered Remus his hand.

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No thoughts, other than that one time I wrote Harry Potter next generation fanfiction in primary school. I did then proceed to read this out to my class (and teacher) for some unknown reason. Apparently at the age of 10 I took pride in what I wrote, what a foreign concept. At the end of the year, I somehow landed myself a creative writing award. I can't help but feel like competition must have been very limited. Anyway, at one point I did want to be an author and now I write a singular poem every other full moon. 10 year old me might've actually written the marauders fic by now lol x

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Get to know your mutuals!

Thanks so very much @em3eald xxx

Favourite Colour: Yellow, has been for a very long time now. That being said, I'm also partial to blue

Last Song: Abstract (Psychopomp) by Hozier

Currently Reading: Listen, I've been reading The Two Towers for about a year now but I'm nearly done and I will finish the LotR before summer is over!

In terms of fics, I'm reading Crimson Rivers and The Mayors of Simpleton by @fruityindividual alongside a lot of brilliant WIPs

Currently Watching: Doctor Who, I'm on series 8 now! I started watching it a few months ago and I'm obsessed

Currently Craving: People who are still at uni while I'm back home :( Only a month or so more of waiting though!

Coffee or Tea: Recently, tea. Look, I had something against tea for literally no reason because I don't think I'd ever really had a nice cuppa. But I had one a while back and it felt warm and like a hug and I'm now obsessed. Still love my coffee though

@cowprintcutie-123 @serendipitousstar @fruityindividual if you fancy, no pressure xxx

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THIS is my mentality always. I sometimes feel like an insatiable wolfstar monster. No amount of fics could ever satisfy my urge to see these two idiots fall in love and that's ok lol

finishing a fic only means i get to experience Remus and Sirius fall hopelessly in love with each other in as completely new way all over again 🥰

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Um so. I've not read TCOPTP either. But like, as it is, you are my sunshine will never not bring me to tears. Always has, since I was a wee kid. I did not think I could find this song any more devastating. So uh. Think I'm gonna go cry about this now. Thanks, I suppose xx

Why are we not talking about Sirius singing

"You are my moonshine

My only moonshine

You make me happy

When skies are black

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My moonshine away "

To Remus in TCOPTP

Like come on, that scene was adorable, and I almost felt jealous.