Starkiller?

starkiller?

Bartylus shipps name is just bartylus o there is a poetic one? Haha

@wolfstarmicrofic Prompt: Evil

"I wish you wouldn't smoke those evil things," Hope said with a sigh as her son grabbed his coat to go out into the garden for a cigarette. Again.

"I know, mam," he said with a small chuckle, kissing her cheek.

Sirius frowned and paused, waving Remus to go ahead without him, "I thought you were a muggle, why do you have a problem with cigarettes?"

Hope gave him an incredulous look and snorted, "I beg your pardon?"

"Well my parents hate it since it's some muggle thing and beneath me," he rolled his eyes, "But you're a muggle - I don't get why you have an issue."

"Is this some wizarding thing - that because my son has a much longer life expectancy than me, I shouldn't care when he takes steps to shorten it?" she asked snippily, her lips pursed, "Or are you so sure of your superiority that you think inhaling poison five times a day is harmless?"

"Shorten it? Poison?" Sirius repeated, a sinking feeling in his gut, "They just... they're just something that helps you chill out..."

Hope gave him a sharp, appraising look for a moment before her face softened and she gave a soft, sad chuckle. She touched his cheek gently, "You've never bothered reading the pack, have you, luv?"

Sirius fidgeted, "I've never looked at it - Rem's the one who goes into muggle stores for us."

"He probably forgot you don't know. Everyone in our world knows how dangerous smoking is," she said gently.

"I think he did tell us... and we thought he was joking," he thought back to his first cigarette. Moony had laughed and said 'Careful, those things can kill you' when Sirius nearly hacked a lung out before he got the hang of it. What else had he said that Sirius had just brushed off?

He pulled his leather jacket on and made his way outside. Remus was leaning on the fence, gazing out over the road, cigarette half gone.

"Hey, Pads," he said easily, "Want one?"

"Can I see the box, actually?"

"Hm? Sure, knock yourself out," he replied, flicking it in his hand so it would be easier for Sirius to take. 

Sure enough, in bold writing- "TOBACCO SERIOUSLY DAMAGES HEALTH". He just stared at it for a long moment.

"What's up, Padfoot?" Remus asked with a frown. Sirius just held the box up, pointing to that warning. Remus huffed out a laugh and gave him a puzzled look, "Um, yeah? They're cigarettes. Everyone knows that. Why do you think they're called a slow suicide?"

"Suicide?" Sirius croaked.

Remus froze, his eyes widened, and he dropped the cigarette in his hand, "Oh, fuck, you didn't know, did you?" he ran a hand through his hair, "It's like seat belts again - I didn't think. Shit, sorry, Pads, I wasn't trying to trick you into anything bad I thought you knew."

"But YOU knew," he pointed out heavily, "You knew this whole time and you just kept smoking them - do you not fucking care?"

"Not like my life is worth prolonging," Remus snorted, "Even if I survive this war - the world's not going to be sad to have one less werewolf."

"And what about me?" Sirius snarled, "You really think I won't care? What, you think I want to bury my best friend?"

"James is your best friend," he pointed out with an eyeroll.

"You're still my-" the words got away from him, he hadn't figured out to communicate what Remus was to him, why he felt different, special. "My Moony."

"Yeah and I was your Moony when you sent Snape to the willow," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow, "You didn't seem to care what happened to me then."

Sirius pressed his lips into a thin line, not willing to fall for the distraction. No, he took it seriously. Before that damn night, Remus had smoked maybe a few times a month - once or twice to take the edge off before the full, then to go with the alcohol of their boys' nights. After that night, it had snowballed into a daily practice.

"I know I fucked up that day," he said quietly, "I don't want to lose you, Moony," he glared, "and I'm not going to lose you to those damn fags."

Remus laughed then, "Gonna force me to quit, are you?"

"Yes," he replied, crossing his arms and fixing his jaw.

"Huh," Remus said, tilting his head to one side and giving him a slow smile, "You know - I'd actually like to see you try."

(A/N - I looked into it and tobacco products in the UK have had to have health warnings since 1971, this specific warning may be anachronistic, though)

sirius and reg teasing each other

sirius: don't worry reg, you'll always be my favorite cousin

regulus: sirius-

james and remus: your favorite WHAT?!

sirius: ops

regulus: *to sirius* the inbreeding really shows with the way your mind works

remus: the WHAT??

james: what have i gotten myself into..

regulus: *from another room* i told you to buy onions and you brought garlic home

james: THEY LOOK SIMILAR

regulus: ... how?

sirius: how dumb does reggie think you are?

james: sometimes he leaves me pictures of food instead of a shopping list

Wolfstar Microfic: Beloved

“Fair and faint be-loved,” Remus read aloud from his book, where he sat on the window sill.

Three heads snapped up at once. Sirius tried to hide a smile. It was cute.

“What did you just say?” James asked slowly, not unkindly. 

“Fair and faint be-loved, it’s from this poem” Remus repeated. The more he looked around their dorm and scanned his friends faces, the more he seemed uncertain. “What?” he finally asked. 

“Mate,” James said carefully, “it’s pronounced ‘beloved’ not ‘be-loved.’”

Remus blushed furiously. “I never knew that. That’s embarrassing.”

Sirius didn’t think that he’d ever been more fond of Remus than he was in that moment.

“Well I think that’s nice,” Sirius said. “And you know what they say, never make fun of someone who mispronounces a word, because it means they learned it reading.”

“Yeah,” Remus muttered, not making eye contact. 

Sirius hated that he looked uncomfortable, and got up to go over to the window. He leaned against the frame, put his arm around Remus’ shoulders, and kissed the top of his head. 

“You’re my beloved, Moony.”

Remus blushed furiously, but Peter and James were grinning. “Ours too!” Peter said.

“Awww, you’re all my beloveds,” James said.

Sirius grinned. He’d meant it a little differently towards Remus, which Remus knew, but if James and Peter didn’t know that, it was fine for now. Because they were absolutely right: they were all beloved to him. No one could possibly be more important to him than these three people right here.

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"my comfort character" being regulus fucking black is a special kind of mental illness