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Amnesia AU - ANGST - @wolfstarmicrofic

"I don't remenber you; but at the same time i do." Remus said to the black haired boy sitting in front of him.

Laying in the hospital's bad, he looked over all of him. He had long curly hair, tied behind his neck. He had a leather jacket and a jumper, one that Remus thought it was his.

"It's okay if you don't. You aren't supposed to."

"But i feel bad. I want to remember you. I feel like you are important."

"You can't remember me, Remus. But it's okay."

"Why?"

"Because i love you."

The door to the hospital room opened.

"Remus, who are you talking to, dear?" The doctor had said, an eyebrow raised.

Remus turned to the boy.

He was gone.

Word Count: 124

i love the headcanon that remus is super weird and ugly looking. it makes wolfstar that much more romantic. everyone wants a piece of sirius cause he’s unbelievably hot, but who does he date? that ugly weirdo that he shares a dorm with

02/10/2024 @padfootmicrofics

Prompt: Hallow

Context: muggle Catholic boarding school

Words: 185

"What the fuck is that?" Remus asked, his face contorted in a bemusing mixture of confusion and annoyance. Sirius grinned, couldn't help it. He leant against the barrel he had rolled all the way to the dormitory building, it was heavy and here Remus was not even appreciating the effort he'd put into getting it all the way here. "Wine, obviously" Sirius drawled, that much was probably obvious but hey who's to say he shouldn't play dumb occasionally. Remus scoffed "I can see that much Pads, do you even know how much a barrel of wine is?" He said, shaking his hands at the wooden cylinder like it was offensive. It made Sirius smile more. "It can't be that much" Sirius reasoned - sure the thing was sizeable but he'd managed to get it here on his own all the way from the chapels basement. Remus stared at the barrel some more, not even looking at Sirius "225 litres" he muttered "you stole 225 litres of hallowed wine" Remus was in disbelief by the look on his face. That's exactly what Sirius had hoped to achieve.

Prompt: Bonfire - 03/10/2024 @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 663

It was quite funny to watch really, Remus mused to himself as the chill in the air cut through his cloak. It was the heavy winter sort despite the fact it was still relatively warm and mid-October. 'Relatively warm' was objective Remus supposed, Sirius was in just jeans and T-shirt and seemed perfectly content while Remus shivered. James always says opposites attract in that way, cold hands and warm hands belong together and so on. Someone laughed as Sirius sparked the zippo in his hand once again, but it didn't light, and the spark didn't catch the kindling in the fire pit.

"I thought you promised us a bonfire Dogger," Mary teased, throwing a marshmallows at Sirius' head. It bounced from his hair, leaving a powdery white mark in its wake. Sirius stood up and threw the lighter on the floor. "Stop calling me that," he huffed, stepping away from the unlit fire. Remus' eyes tracked him as he sat down on a log beside James, he wondered when he'd admit defeat; he'd been attempting to light this fire with a very much empty zippo for the last 20 minutes. Remus smiled as Sirius met his eye. He visibly deflated - his normally perfect posture slumping.

Remus waved his fingers, wiggling them in a petulant taunt as a small flame sprung from each one. A clever peice of wordless, wandless magic, but for some reason, Sirius demanded lighting the fire the muggle way. No one agreed. Remus spoke up at long last. "When was the last time you refilled that thing?" He asked with a teasing grin, loving the way Sirius' face scrolled through emotions; confusion, annoyance, defeat, and plenty others. He cocked his head. "warcha mean 'refilled?"" He asked, leaning foreward and plucking the silver lighter up and flipping it open.

Remus covered his laugh with a cough, but Lily and Mary didn't give him the same niceties, laughing loudly at Sirius' dumbfounded expression as he flipped the lighter over in his hands. "It needs fuel to work, Dogger," Mary explained like Sirius was a toddler. It made it all the harder not to laugh. Sirius folded his arms. He had that haughty pout on his face he got when he was wrong about something. "What fuel does it even take?" He asked indignantly, as if someone should have told him sooner - perhaps they should have and perhaps Remus shouldn't have filled it for him behind his back for the last 3 years just to see how long it took for him to realise.

Sirius glared at Remus, the one who had given him the zippo in the first place, and Remus poked his tongue out back and then... right there. There was that tiny flit of realisation on Sirius' face. This was worth the three year wait. Remus would do it all again just to see that expression on Sirius' face when he realised he had been bamboozled. "I'm divorcing you" Sirius called sarcastically as he strode to Remus "and I'm taking the kids" he added as he dipped his slender fingers into Remus' trouser pocket and fished for the lighter in there. He pulled out the zippo. It was a much nicer one than the one he had gifted Sirius - it was engraved with daffodils and gold rather than silver.

He flicked it open and bought a small flame to life with a click of flint, the orange glow flickering in his eyes "say goodbye to baby tân, he lives with me now" he mused playfully waving the zippo right infront of his nose. Remus rolled his eyes. "buhbye tân bach," he murmured while waving at the lighter before Sirius stepped away to light the bonfire, just in time, really The sun was just dipping below the horizon, and that chill in the air was only worse. Maybe, just maybe, it was worth losing his light - he'd get it back in the end. He always did.

Prompt: spy 04/10/2024 @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 279

This had been the longest train ride to Hogwarts to ever exist. Remus stared out of the window, leaning his face on the glass, watching the green fields roll by in a blur. The compartment was unusually quiet. It was peaceful, but Remus knew better than not being suspicious. Knowing better didn't mean he was going to act on said knowledge, though. James and Peter were asleep on the opposite bench, piled on top of each other and snoring quietly. They were out of trouble, at least, but it wasn't them who Remus thought would ruin this peace and quiet.

A while longer of quiet passed, Remus sighed and let his eyes close, hoping for a few hours of sleep before the train reached Scotland. Almost as soon as Remus was drifting off, as though enticed by Remus wanting to rest, drawn to disruption like a magnet, Sirius chose that exact moment to speak up.

"Moony," he whispered, poking Remus' arm. Remus ignored him. "Moonshine," Remus ignored him again "mooooonyyyyyy" his voice was soft like a lullaby. He definitely wanted something. "im boooored," he whined like a child, it illicited an involuntary scoff out of Remus. Sirius leaned closer to Remus' ear, his hair falling forewards and tickling Remus' neck. "I know you're awake, babe," Sirius whispered almost silently. And Remus snapped upright so quickly that Sirius fell on the floor of the compartment, a shit eating grin on his face. Remus raised an eyebrow. "Babe?" He squeaked out, voice cracking in an ugly way. "Seriously?" He added in his momentary shock over the word. Remus wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

"I'm always Sirius," he said with a laugh, pulling himself back up onto the bench and leaning over Remus to look out the window. "Well, seeing as you are awake, babe... I spy with my little eye..."

Prompt: Folklore 05/10/2024 @wolfstarmicrofic

Wordcount: 498

There was a knock on the door, Sirius still jumped every time the door went. It had been years since he'd left that blasted house and yet still a rap on the door left him in fight or flight. Remus was in the kitchen making dinner, something nice for Christmas. It was a few days early for Christmas dinner but Remus loved cooking and wanted to do something special before they left for the Potter's for the holidays. So Christmas dinner on the 21st it was, not that Sirius was going to complain.

Sirius got up and opened the door. He immediately did a double take. "Moony?" Sirius called down the hallway, not even sure how to react. He was a little scared and, in his pocket, wrapped his fingers around his wand. At the door was someone hidden under a sheet holding a horses skull. The thing had shiny plastic balls in its eye sockets, and Holly leaves and coloured streamers for a mane. There were two men on either side of the skull bearer who smiled broadly.

"May we come in" one of the two sang, why the fuck was he singing?

"Absolutely not" Sirius sang back in confusion, he glanced over his shoulder into the hallway again "Remus come here please" Sirius shouted, so confused and terrified.

"Oh but the cold cuts deep and your home is warm" the second man sang, creeping forewards a bit. Remus popped out from the kitchen and began to laugh.

"Shwmae Rhys, Mason," Remus said, leaning against the wall and clearly enjoying Sirius' confusion. "Ignore my husband. He doesn't know much Welsh Folklore. He's french, " Remus explained, gently budging Sirius out the way despite him trying to stand his ground.

"Mari canny come in," Remus said in a singsong voice, much to Sirius' further confusion. Why was Remus willingly talking to these creeps with a bedazzled taxidermy hobby horse.

"Just for a drink?" The person under the sheet sang in an unnaturally high voice, like someone trying to imitate a woman badly.

Remus just laughed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, is whiskey alright?" He offered, stepping aside and letting the trio into the house. Remus let the dead horse people into their home. Sirius may or may not have been reconsidering this marriage.

Remus dutifully gave all three people a tumbler of whiskey and a mince pie. They ate and drank in silence before singing in Welsh as they danced their way out the house again.

Once the door was firmly shut and locked Sirius spun on his heel to face Remus "What the actual fuck was that?" Sirius asked in exasperation, Remus just looked bemused. He shrugged "Mari lwyd" he answered, not even explaining before he returned to the kitchen to keep cooking. "Mary who?" Sirius asked, following Remus like a lost puppy.

"It's a Christmas thing here," Remus answered simply, tending to something on the stove. Sirius was never going to get used to living in Wales.

Like Bowie

Based on an anonymous request, Wolfstar raising Harry

"Paddy? Moons?" Harry's small voice rang out into the sitting area, jolting Sirius from his half-asleep state.

Lifting his head off of Remus's lap, he looked over to the six-year-old, who was currently on the floor, frozen in the middle of playing with a toy Quidditch set. "Yeah, Haz?" Sirius responded, his voice soft.

"The kids at school keep asking me about my scar," Harry said, his tone a bit sad. "They said it's weird and scary."

Immediately, Sirius felt a sharp pang of hurt in his chest. Ever since he and Remus had taken Harry in after James and Lily had died, his overprotectiveness had been almost debilitating, and it was no secret that Harry sometimes struggled with accepting and understanding the things that had happened when he was only an infant. it had been an argument between the two of them about if they should even send Harry to Muggle school, and now the kids were treating him like this? Merlin, if they only knew.

But Remus sat up as well, looking gently between Sirius and Harry. "Progslet, do you remember us telling you about Bowie?"

Harry pondered this for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, he's the one that Pads wants to hold hands with," he answered, giggling a bit.

Sirius let out a bark of laughter at that.

"Not quite," Remus answered patiently, smiling as well. "But we like him, right? He's not scary?"

"No," Harry answered immediately. "He's cool."

"Well, let me show you something," the taller man continued, waving his wand so a record levitated from a shelf.

Sirius and Harry both looked at Aladdin Sane, with an image of David Bowie himself on the cover, a huge lightning bolt painted across his face.

"See? Bowie loved lightning bolts. He would have thought your scar was so cool," Remus explained earnestly, smiling at Harry.

The little boy gasped, eyes huge. "Wow! I'm cool, just like Bowie!"

Sirius laughed at his amazement, knot in his stomach loosening. "That you are, Haz!"

And as Harry turned back to his toys, worries forgotten, Sirius looked at Remus adoringly. "You're amazing, you know," he murmured, his heart full and light.

"As are you," Remus smiled, leaning back onto the couch, pulling Sirius back to him.

Braids

"Moons," Sirius moaned, crawling onto Remus's lap and placing his head on his chest. "Head hurts."

Remus stared down at his boyfriend, concern in his heart. "Did you take a potion, baby?" he murmured, eyebrows knit.

"Hmm," the other boy murmured, but he refused to move.

"What if I play with your hair, love?" Remus offered, already carding his fingers through the inky locks. "You usually like that."

And Sirius nodded again, already moaning softly as Remus moved his hands, acting more like a kitten than the dog they both knew he could turn into.

It only took minutes. As Remus combed through Sirius's locks, he noticed his boyfriend nod off, his head becoming heavier on Remus's chest. He knew that Sirius often got headaches from lack of sleep- a result of nightmares and anxiety. Physical affect was a comfort he often sought out in these moments.

And even though he knew Sirius was asleep, Remus decided to keep playing with the other boys hair. He thought, perhaps, he could try to braid it. It didn't seem hard, and Sirius looked lovely with his hair pulled back after Lily plaited it. Little pieces always feel out and framed his face perfectly, making Remus want to reach out and kiss him with all the love and tenderness he deserved.

So he set to his task, quickly realizing that it wasn't nearly as easy as he thought. Tongue pocking through his lips in concentration, he focused, poking errant hairs into his masterpiece as he went, trying his best to smooth down bumps and make a pattern. Even though he succeeded in confusing himself more often than not, by the end of a half-hour, he found that he'd created a decent braid, if he did say so himself.

Then James and Peter walked in, rousing Sirius from his slumber, making him sit up and look around blearily.

"Oi, Pads! What the hell died on your head, mate?" James asked, stifling a laugh as he took in the sight, making Sirius look to Remus before hopping off him and heading to the bathroom.

A bark of laughter was heard even from Remus's bed. "Moony!" Sirius called, walking back to him and folding into his arms. "Did you try to braid my hair?"

"Yes," Remus grumbled, a bit abashed. "It always looks so beautiful when Lily does it, and-"

"It looks perfect, Moons," Sirius grinned, patting the back of his head. "Erm...maybe we can just ask Lily to give you some...pointers, yeah?"

And when Remus gave him another once-over, taking in the multiple knots he'd accidentally tied, he nodded in defeat.

teenagers - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 268

"I brought you dinner."

Sirius's voice cut into Remus's concentration, making him jump. He was nearly-drowning in his pile of books and papers, ink splattered all over his hands and the bridge of his nose, his head pounding from the hours he'd spent concentrating on his notes.

"Moons," Sirius murmured softly as he sat with the plate, "it's been hours. You need a break."

It wasn't his normal request for Remus to stop. There was no needy demand for attention. Instead, his tone oozed concern and love.

But Remus was panicked. "I need to study, Sirius!" he replied in a harried voice. "We only have sixty-three days until NEWTS! And if I don't pass? I could end up without a job! I'm a werewolf, in case you forgot! I need to be perfect for someone to even consider me!"

Sirius's expression was deeply contemplative, a bit of fear reflected in the blue-gray irises that Remus loved. "Remus," he sighed. "I know- I know we're just teenagers, but...do you honestly think I'd ever just leave you? That any of us would? Moons, do you think- do you think we'll end up breaking up someday or...? Because I have plenty of money for both of us. When we get married, it'll be both of ours."

"Married?" Remus repeated, blinking up at Sirius, shocked.

"Er, yeah. Is that not what you-?" Sirius asked, looking panicked. Maybe he'd read things wrong. He'd thought-

But Remus broke into a huge smile. "No, I- I just didn't know if you- yeah. That sounds nice. Someday."

"Good," Sirius smiled softly. "Now, eat your damn toast."

Hogsmeade - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 185

"....see? They're holding hands."

Jolted from his daydreaming, Sirius looked down to his and Remus's joined hands.

"....I heard they went to Hogsmeade together..." Another voice whispered from behind them as they walked along the path.

Suspicious, Sirius nudged his boyfriend, jerking his head meaningfully so they could both listen in.

"....heard they got caught snogging in that closet on the third floor..." the first voice hissed.

Sirius giggled, remembering that day.

"....they've been sneaking around for ages, really, I..."

Remus threw him a grin. It was true. But the next whispered comment from behind them made Sirius's mood change drastically.

"....really dunno why Black bothers with him, he's not nearly as good-look-"

"I really don't know why you bother talking about people literally right behind their backs!" Sirius burst out, whirling around to face the two younger Slytherins. "Especially since neither of you are lookers, yourselves!"

Both people gaped, eyes wide as Sirius raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

"C'mon, Moons. I have to go snog my hot boyfriend in a closet," he huffed, grabbing a grinning Remus's hand and dragging him away.

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is Hogsmeade!

Remus is trying to read.

Really, he is.

He hasn't finished the assigned reading for next term, but every word is blending together, jumping about the page and almost making him nauseous. He always falls behind a little around the full, but recently it feels like he's having to work ten times as hard to catch up after. His focus just... runs away around the full moon, and it's getting worse every month. Merlin, he's dreading aging properly, if it's this awful now.

Eventually, he just can't take staring at the stupid bloody page and getting nowhere anymore. With a groan, he tosses the book aside and stares up at the ceiling. He may as well just give up for the next week.

Maybe forever.

"You're going to be so mad at yourself if those pages are ruined, darling." Sirius' voice appears out of nowhere, Remus jumping a mile.

"Christ, where did you come from?" He asks quickly, sitting up. Sirius crouches down and picks up the book, closing it gently with his free hand. "Wait, why are you here?"

"Er... Nice to see you too," Sirius says, an amused smile finding its way onto his face.

"I said you could go to Hogsmeade. We need stuff for that prank."

"I did go to Hogsmeade," Sirius says with a shrug. "Where d'you think I got the chocolate?"

Remus' eyes flick to the bar of Honeydukes chocolate Sirius is brandishing, trying to bite back a smile. Sirius sets Remus' book down on a bedside table, followed by the chocolate bar, before climbing into the bed beside Remus.

Well, since he's here...

Remus lets himself relax, wrapping his arms around Sirius' waist and dropping his head onto Sirius' chest.

"James and Pete'll be fine getting what they need, anyway," Sirius says softly, his fingers gently playing with the curls on the back of Remus' neck.

Something about Sirius makes every muscle in Remus' body relax. He finally has a moment to realise just how bone tired he is; his eyes start to close before he can stop himself.

"Thanks," he mumbles, slowly drifting off.

As he falls asleep, he feels Sirius raising his hand and pressing his lips to Remus' knuckles.

Some to choose from - a wolfstar microfic

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September 2 - Hogsmeade Words: 379

Remus knew the moment he woke up that it wasn’t going to be a good day. His throat hurt. His head was heavy. But he didn’t say anything. He just drank three cups of hot tea at breakfast and hoped it would go away. He didn’t want to ruin their day in Hogsmeade.

By the time they had made the walk down he was beginning to feel dizzy.

"How are you?" Sirius asked.

"Fine", he tried to say, but it was more a wheezing than anything else. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm fine. It's nothing."

"Really?"

He avoided Sirius' concerned look and dragged him with him to catch up to the others. He survived the obligatory first stop in Zonko's by letting the others do the talking and deciding. The second they stepped outside he sat down on the nearest bench.

Sirius sat down next to him. "Moony, what's wrong?"

"Just need to rest a little bit."

"You really don't look well." Sirius put a hand to his forehead. "Merlin, you are boiling! Why didn't you say something?"

"I just didn't want to ruin the Hogsmeade trip," Remus said. I just wanted to be with you, he didn't say.

Sirius shook his head. "You are not ruining anything, silly. Let me just buy one more thing and I'll walk you back. What flavour chocolate would you like?"

"No, don't buy anything for me. And no rush, I'll just wait here until you are all done."

Sirius gave him an unconvinced look. "Very well then."

It felt like Remus just had time to sigh, lean his head against the uncomfortable back of the bench and close his eyes before Sirius was back again. He opened a bag to reveal twenty or more different kind of chocolate bars.

"You didn't tell me which one, so I bought some to choose from.”

"Merlin, did you by all they had?"

"Not really. I know you are no fan of liquorish."

"You're too good to me.," Remus murmured, but he didn't complain when Sirius slung the bag over his shoulder, helped him up and started their slow walk back to Hogwarts. In fact, spending the rest of the day in bed having Sirius' attention all to himself suited him just fine.

[late] wolfstar microfic: wand || wolfstar raising harry pt.9 || @wolfstarmicrofic || wc: 560 || full on ao3

“Oh, shit,” Sirius whispered under his breath, squeezed his eyes shut, and faced the inevitable truth.

He needed Remus' help at this moment.

Luckily, his husband was off from his professorial duties that day, but he had once again gotten a lot of homework, so man was safely locked in his office during those hours in need of some peace and quiet. And only if it was really important did Sirius have the right to disturb him.

But losing his wand was important enough, right? He could have just asked for Remus' wand for a moment, cast Accio, and put everything back in place. So, a little nervously, he stands in front of the office door and plucks up the courage to knock.

However, he doesn't have to knock, because the door opens for him, and Remus stands on the threshold, not surprised by his presence. “You sighed very heavily at my door about ten times. It's a little distracting. Is something wrong?”

Sirius isn't surprised to be noticed, he rolls slightly from his toes to his heels and snaps his fingers as he asks, “Um... there's a little problem,” one corner of his mouth lifts in a wry and nervous smile. “I think I've lost my wand.”

Sirius says the words quietly and quickly, wanting to get rid of this embarrassment and let the man get back to work. But Remus' eyes sparkle with something playful in response, looking Sirius up and down.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I'm sure.” Sirius replies irritably, offended that he would question his words. “I've checked all the pockets and tore through the kitchen, I've even stepped into the sacred territory of Harry's room, but it's a bit of a mess, so... will you help me?”

Remus continues to stare at him for a few more seconds, and then bursts out laughing, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. Sirius raises his eyebrows in response, not understanding what's so funny, his suffering? The man's hand rises and comes closer to Sirius' face, to which he reacts without a second thought, leaning his head closer to the warm palm, rubbing his cheek against his fingers. Remus doesn't linger on his cheek, though, but slips further in and pulls something out of his hair, letting the wild black curls fall over Sirius' shoulders. He'd tied his hair up in a bun before so it wouldn't get in the way of his cooking, but now...

Oh.

Remus's hand is in front of Sirius's face, and between his fingers is his wand, the one and only.

Sirius doesn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he just puts his hand over his mouth and closes his eyes, processing the thought of how dumb he's become. Meanwhile, Remus breaks into a smile and slides his wand into the man's other hand, then hugs him, holding the man close to his chest. With a heavy sigh, Sirius buries his face in his husband's neck and squeezes Remus' waist.

“I think you need a few more hours of sleep, darling. If you don't mind, I can take care of Harry tomorrow, okay?”

Normally Sirius would object, pointing out that they've split the chores between them and he's perfectly capable of doing his part without any help. But now he goes soft in the hug and nods silently, relying on Remus.

Wolfstar microfic, meet-cute, for my friend vitori 💖

Remus's first words to Sirius were "What the fuck", and it will always be Sirius's favorite story to tell.

Well, he didn't say it at Sirius, and he didn't intend for anyone to hear it.

Remus had stumbled into the least full carriage in the Hogwarts Express, full of Snape and Lily and Sirius, but not James or Peter. Yet.

Even as an eleven year old dumbass, Remus knew how to spot a pretentious asshole, and he saw it in Snape.

He had sighed, rolled his eyes, and muttered "What the fuck".

Sirius was the only one who heard it. He'd been surprised at first, clearly, because Remus was eleven. He'd gotten over it fast and doubled over with laughter, and Remus was gone. Gone for that sharp, mean-sounding, barklike laugh and the sunny blue eyes that looked almost evil.

Remus's actual first words to Sirius were "What's your problem?". It had only made him laugh harder.

🤍 Cute 🤍

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The whole school was aware of how gorgeous and sexy Sirius was. But what no one knew was how he looked in the mornings, that honor was Remus' only.

Sirius would often wear this disguise, pretending to be confident and tough, to hide his real self. How insecure he actually was and all the thoughts that clouded his head.

So, the first time that he went to his boyfriend's bed because he had an awful nightmare since they had started dating was special.

They slept with their legs tangled under the blankets and Remus woke up with the best view in the world.

Because yes, everyone could see Sirius wearing his mask, but no one had seen him like this. He looked delicate and pretty. And so, so cute.

With a few of his dark curls falling in his face, which was almost completely buried in Remus' chest and his eyelashes opening sleepily, showing his beautiful grey eyes shining in the morning light.

After a little while of being awake, he whispered "hi"

"hello sweetheart"

He smiled at the pet name and they stayed in silence for a few minutes before Sirius murmured "you're staring moonpie" and giggled slightly.

"Well" Remus answered "you look incredibly pretty and adorable, and I liked waking up with you"

"suppose we'll have to sleep like this forever then, so you can see my adorable face every morning"

"of course, love"

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💖

✰ Admirerer ✰

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Sirius and Remus had been dating for a month when the letters started. None of their friends knew, not even their fellow marauders.

They had decided to keep it a secret for a while, because Sirius was still figuring out his sexuality and needed to save it for himself and his boyfriend for a little bit.

Although they hadn't expected it to be a month, they were doing pretty good at hiding.

One day, at transfiguration class Sirius received a little note that simply said "you're gorgeous :)"

He smiled, because he knew Remus handwriting by heart.

He saved it in his pocket, and later in his bedside table.

The next day, during Charms, another note laid in his desk, this time a little longer "your eyer are so beautiful, like two silver diamonds"

This, obviously, made Sirius blush. He saved it with the other.

The third day, he sat with James, who saw another note in their pocions desk and quirked an eyebrow at him

-you must have an admirerer Pads! It's the third time this week that you get a note!

Sirius laughed nervously -yeah, maybe

-any idea who it might be?

-no clue

He grabbed the letter before his friend could and read it "you should be a painting, so people could admire you forever"

He saved it in his pocket, refusing to let James look at it. He would realize who wrote it instantly, after all the times moony helped with their homeworks and passed notes during boring classes.

During the recess, he grabbed Remus' hand and went to an empty classroom.

-Those letters are so cute, my love- he said and kissed him softly

-They only state the truth sweetheart-

-But, James almost read it and he would KNOW it's you-

-Well, yeah- Remus doubted- I wouldn't mind, but I will stop if you're not ready yet

-No- Sirius said, looking like he was reconsidering his whole life - no, it's okay, I'm definitely Bisexual and I want them to know so I wouldn't mind- he smiled- Let's tell them who my admirer is.

His boyfriend chuckled and they kissed for a while

They didn't hear when the door opened, but they certainly heard the loud gasp.

The other two marauders were standing in shock at the door, eyes wide open, Peter with a little smile and James absolutely surprised.

-uuh, guys?- Remus said softly- we have something to tell you...

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✨ Feelings ✨

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Sirius was staring at his boyfriend. They were in the library trying to finish a project due in two weeks so they wouldn't have to worry about it later.

Remus was reading and looked too beautiful to be true. Because, of course, when Sirius is REALLY trying to work, the light is just right and it makes his hair shine, his features softer and his laugh brighter.

It made Sirius dizzy how perfect he was. And incredibly prideful to be able to call him HIS.

-See anything interesting, sweetheart?- Remus asked suddenly, turning his head to look at him with a smirk

-Yes, actually - Sirius murmured without thinking, and blushing after he realized what he said

-Is that so?-

-Yeah...-

-What's on your mind darling?- Remus asked, a little smile starting to form on his lips

Oh, his beautiful lips

-It's just that... You make me feel...-

-Feel...?-

-...feelings-

-I make you feel feelings?- Remus said amused

-Maybe... It's just that you are too perfect to be real. Are you real?-

-I'm pretty sure I am real, yes- he chuckled- want me to prove it to you?

-Ok..

Before Sirius could even think what it meant, Remus gave him a short kiss.

-oh- he gasped, like it had never happened before and smiling dopily- ok, umm, good to know- he nodded

And just like that, they got back to work

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Prompt 1: aparecium - 216 words

Remus was feeling nervous. He had wanted to show his friends the map for a while, but he needed to make sure it was perfect first.

When he did show them, they were all impressed.

"So you're saying that with this we should be able to se everyone, at all times?" James asked, astonished

"Yeah, but I'm still working on a spell for that to apply to everyone in the castle. For now I just enchanted the teachers and Filch"

"I'll help!" Said Peter, looking excited. He always liked researching for pranks.

"We should put a spell so only us could see it. Like, with revelio or aparecium" Sirius suggested, still staring at the map.

James brightened up at this "it should probably be some frase, though. And if they say it wrong, the map insults them"

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good" Remus whispered and Sirius' head snapped up

"Say that again" he said

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good"

"Yes, Moony! That's brilliant" Peter said, excited

"You're brilliant" Sirius muttered, his eyes shining in admiration.

He usually looked at him like that, like he had hund the moon in the sky.

Remus would never admit it out loud, but those eyes melted him inside and out.

POV: Me everyday waiting for cas's micro fics

@my-castles-crumbling

I Think We're Alone Now

First writing for this fandom and especially wolfstar! Fluff, mild angst, songfic Wordcount: 457

“Children, behave.”

Something Sirius and his gang had been told more than once. Not by Sirius’ mother, she would never have said it as softly as he heard from his friends’ parents. Back then, despite his family, he felt like he could rule the world just by being part of the Marauders alone.

“And watch how you play.”

Sirius wished he had. Wished he had made better decisions, known things sooner. Wished he hadn’t suspected the wrong person. He wished he had watched out better for signs of a frail, lacking-behind boy becoming who he was today.

“And so we’re running just as fast as we can.”

Oh, how they had run. Across the school ground, around the Quidditch field, the whomping willow and back. For no particular reason other than feeling the wind on their faces and the stinging in their lungs as they laughed, encouraging  Peter as he arrived way after them.

“Holding onto one another’s hand.”

He wished he hadn’t been too scared to. Too scared to hold Remus’s hand, too scared to kiss him or even tell him what he felt. The warm feeling whenever he looked into the other’s eyes, the pang of utter sadness as he lay in Sirius’ lap after a full moon.

“Trying to get away, into the night.”

How often he’d dreamed of breaking free. Twelve years of dreaming, of seeing the man he’d wrongfully blamed again. To embrace him tightly and never let go. He had wanted to kiss him, tell him everything, fall asleep with him.

“And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground.”

After meeting again that fateful night. The situation was complex, feelings running high like a rollercoaster. Happiness, fear, anger, disgust. Oh, how his heart had  started beating the second Remus began joking and embraced him. And all those years seemed unimportant for a moment.

“I think we’re alone now.”

After their friendship had ended through death and betrayal, they were alone. No longer friends but lovers who danced slowly in the dim light of softly flickering flames. Kissing as though it was all they were born to do.

“There doesn’t seem to be anyone around.”

And there didn’t have to be. The two of them were enough, safe in the walls of 12 Grimmauld Place, with the whole night to spend together without worrying what tomorrow was going to bring should it come for them.

“The beating of our hearts is the only sound.”

When they fell asleep together. Calmed by the steady sound of the other’s heartbeat and breathing, a gentle reminder they were still alive. Traumatized, scared, stressed but alive and together. And they promised to stay that way until death do them part.