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Since I write Harry Potter fanfiction and haven't said this before, I just want to make it clear that I do not support JK Rowling.

The way she is targeting an already marginalised community by spreading a false narrative and creating unwarranted fear is disgusting and dangerous. She is purposely stirring up hatred against a vulnerable community, painting a misleading picture by propagating non-existent dangers to incite fear. This is hurting a lot of people and making their lives unnecessarily harder.

Trans women are women and trans men are men.

#to be clear #jk rowling #anti jkr

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(I wanted to write this a while ago, but I did not have time before now, but since it's still March, I'm posting it now!)

@wolfstarmicrofic : Avada Kedavra

915 words

Angst, Major Character Death

Remus' mind is playing cruel tricks on him in an attempt to deter him from his path to self-destruction.

Shards

Strange, that is. By now, the spell comes as easy to him as Expelliarmus or Patrificus Totalis. Accessing that part deep inside of him he once didn't know he had (or maybe he actually didn't have before) has become second nature to him, and he can cast the spell almost without thinking:

Avada Kedavra

Yet, he washes his hands every time he has used it. Which doesn't make sense. Literally speaking, there's no blood on his hands, and figuratively speaking, he doesn't want to wash it off. He wants to be responsible for their deaths, he wants their blood on his hands.

Perhaps it's just a silly habit he really should break, Remus thinks as he turns off the tap.

“Or perhaps it's a final sign that you still possess some humanity.”

Sirius is sitting on the kitchen counter to his right, looking at Remus with a frown.

Remus ignores him like he usually tries to do. He opens one of the kitchen cabinets of the small and dingy kitchen block in the equally small and dingy flat he's currently using as his base, and as he reaches out to grab a glass, his hand trembles.

“You're exhausted,” Sirius says.

“And you're dead,” Remus snaps though he immediately regrets it.

“Yes,” Sirius says dryly, sliding off the kitchen counter. “And the fact that you're seeing me and talking to me just proves my point of how exhausted you are.”

Remus fills his glass with water, frustrated with himself that he acknowledged Sirius’ presence. “There are still Death Eaters to kill.”

“So, what then?” Sirius asks, taking a step forward and placing his hands on his hips. “Maybe the next one you kill will finally give you any sense of satisfaction, will finally help you find whatever it is you're looking for, will finally make you feel something, something other than numbness, even though the one before that never did, and neither did any of the ones before that. And if it's not the next one, who knows, maybe it'll be the one after that, or the one after that, or the one after that, to finally offer some gratification, some relief, some closure…”

“I'm not looking for closure,” Remus interrupts sharply, staring straight ahead with a determined look. “I'm looking for vengeance.”

Sirius regards him for a moment, before speaking softly “You don't even know which one killed me.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“You know it doesn't work like that,” Sirius replies. “I can't tell you anything you don't know.”

“Well then,” Remus says calmly. “Then I'll just have to kill them all, don't I?”

Sirius stares at him in silence, and something pained appears in his gaze. “You're throwing your life away chasing meaningless revenge.”

“What do you want from me, then?!” Remus shouts in a sudden wave of anger, throwing his glass away to have it shatter on the kitchen floor. “I've always told you that I couldn't go on without you!” He angrily points his finger at Sirius. “That didn't stop you from charging into a room full of Death Eaters!” He drops his hand and lets out a humorless laugh. “What? Now you can't bear to face the consequences of your own actions?”

“I did not want to die,” Sirius says pointedly. “But I was not given a choice in the matter. You, on the other hand, seem to be set on self-destruction, and don't you dare pin that on me.”

Remus leans back against the fridge and presses his hand against his forehead, suddenly acutely feeling his tiredness. “What do you want from me, Sirius?” He repeats, in a much more quiet, almost desolate tone.

“You know what I want from you, Remus.”

Sirius is suddenly standing right in front of him with barely any space between them, and Remus can't escape the intensity of that silver-gray gaze as Sirius’ eyes bore into his as he cups Remus’ face in both hands, though of course, Remus can't feel anything.

“I want you to see how much you still have left to live for, I want you to feel some other emotion, any other emotion, than this hatred you are hiding behind and that is consuming you from within,” Sirius pauses a moment and then says “and I want you to move on.”

Remus wants to squeeze his eyes shut, but the intensity of Sirius’ unwavering gaze is making it impossible.

“I want you to let me go,” Sirius continues. “Cry for me, mourn me, and then let me go. Keep my memory close to your heart, but don't let it consume you anymore. Find your peace with what happened, and let me be at peace.”

Remus shakes his head. “This isn't real, this is happening inside my head.”

Sirius lowers his hands from Remus’ face, takes a step back, and smiles. “Of course it is happening inside your head, Moony, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

“It's in my mind, all in my mind…” Remus’ voice is barely a whisper as he reminds himself.

“Yes,” Sirius easily agrees. “And so, I cannot tell you anything you deep down don't already know to be true.”

Remus is alone in the kitchen. He looks down at the shards of glass covering the kitchen floor. He reaches into his pocket and takes out his wand.

Yes. perhaps it's time to pick up the pieces.

#wolfstar angst #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius

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A Far Cry From Perfect

New Chapter: We'll always have Paris

“It’s not even that you told him,” Sirius interrupts. “It’s how... when you felt like you had to explain yourself for being with me, that explanation wasn’t ‘I love him’, or ‘he’s a good person’, it was ‘he’s dying’. I don’t want that to be the reason you’re with me. I know it’s not. I know that you love me, but...”

“I do love you, Sirius,” Remus says. “And you’re right, that should be all the explanation ever needed. No, scratch that, there’s no explanation needed! I don’t need to explain myself for being with you, because bloody look at you. You’re so great, and I’m damn proud of being with you. I want to shout it off the rooftops that I get to be with someone as wonderful as you, no explanation needed, how many naps you take or what time you go to bed be damned.” He shakes his head. “It wasn’t that I told him because I wanted to provide some justification for being with you, Sirius. I told him because I was angry. Angry that that guy dared judge you for something as trivial as you needing rest, like that would in any way reduce what an absolutely brilliant person you are. Like the fact that your body can no longer keep up with your lively spirit would take away from you as a person...” Remus can feel the anger take hold of him all over again and he needs to take a calming breath to steady himself. “I was angry,” he states. “And I wanted to make him feel like shite. That was all I thought about, making this guy feel bad about himself, and I knew that telling him would make him realize what an arse he was being.”

Read it on AO3

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UMM GIRL I JUST BINGE READ A FAR CRY FROM PERFECT AND I NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER (no pressure) YOU ARE SUCH A GOOD WRITER

Aaah, thank you so much!😁

Glad you like it! A little pressure is not so bad😋

I'm working on it, and this amazing compliment is great motivation!

#a far cry from perfect #thank you!

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Thank you for writing such stunningly sweet Wolfstar 💞!

Oh, you are so very welcome!😄

That is so sweet, thank you so much!🥰

#thank you for your message!

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@wolfstarmicrofic 11th: Ardent

199 words

“ ‘Remus Lupin has no ill-intentions, he's just dumb and naïeve, which you can't blame him for, considering his menial upbringing’. ” Mary lowers the newspaper with Orion Black's latest column and shakes her head. “Good lord. I mean, I know Orion Black ardently opposes every politician who tries to take power away from him and his rich friends, but when it comes to Remus, I've always gotten the sense that it's somehow… extra personal.”

“That's because he knows I mean it,” Remus says, as he looks up from the speech he's writing. “He knows I'm not going to stop before the poor have as many rights and opportunities as the rich. He knows I'm coming for him and that I can't be bought.” Remus is standing now and clenching one fist. “Throwing some money at it won't save him this time. I have a vision and mission, and he is right to fear me!”

Mary stairs at him in admiration, feeling proud to be a member of his campaign team.

Lily, however, raises an eyebrow and gives Remus a pointed look.

“Oh,” Remus says, smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of his head. “Right. And I'm also shagging his son.”

#wolfstar microfic #politician remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #orion black

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In my head, Sirius will make it and it has a happy ending, but feel free to imagine any ending you like.

@wolfstarmicrofic 8th: Arrow

797 words.

Warning: Injury

James is not going to sit there as Remus wakes up in the Hospital Wing and explain to him why Sirius isn't there. He can't.

Hold On

“No, no, no, no,” James lets himself fall to the ground next to the bundle lying on the muddy forest floor. “Pads? Padfoot, can you hear me?”

There's no response.

James places his arm behind Sirius’ neck and carefully lifts his head. His other hand he places in Sirius’ neck, searching for a pulse, which thank Godric, he finds, but weak, so weak. “Sirius? Sirius!”

Sirius’ eyes open and he seems aware of James’ presence as he tries to say something, but only a pained groan comes out, before his eyes fall shut again.

Panic rises in James’ chest as he scrambles for his wand, muttering what little Healing Spells he knows.

“I heard the younglings talk this morning.” Firenze looks down at James. “How they spotted a dark hound the size of an Erumpent roaming the forest, thinking it to be a dark creature, or even a Grimm, rumored to bring ill tidings. So they fired their arrows at the creature. When I came to investigate this morning, I found him.”

James can barely look at the wound, the gruesome sight of the arrow protruding from Sirius’ stomach. Though the arrow still being lodged in his stomach is probably the only reason Sirius hasn't bled out this night.

Sirius has opened his eyes again and his gaze shifts down, but James quickly places a hand on his cheek. “Just keep looking at me, Siri.” He desperately mutters a few more Healing Spells.

“An injury inflicted by Centaur-forged weapons cannot be healed as if it were a common Muggle arrow,” Firenze says disdainfully.

James looks up at him. “Can you help him?” He begs. “Please?"

“Will you retaliate?” Firenze asks cooly. “Our young ones learn to not harm wizarding children, even the ones foolish enough to wander into our forest, but we couldn't have anticipated one shaped like a Grimm. We know very well how vengeful wizards can be, how little regard you have for beings other than your own. Will your people take their vengeance on our herd, retaliate against our younglings?”

“Retali-” James shakes his head. “No. No, I don't care about blame, or retaliation. I just want him to live.” He looks up at Firenze pleadingly. “I need him to live. Please…”

“Moony…” Sirius manages to say.

“Moony is okay,” James says soothingly, brushing Sirius’ hair from his face. “The full moon has passed. He's in the castle, sleeping.”

“You change your appearance to run with the wolf of the lunar cycle,” Firenze states.

“He's our friend,” James simply says without taking his eyes off Sirius.

“Not many wizards would call a halfling between human and beast a friend,” Firenze muses.

“Well, he is,” James says shortly. If the centaur isn't going to help, he wishes he would be quiet, so James can think of something to save Sirius himself. There has to be something. There has to be.

“We have a Healer skilled in treating these kinds of wounds,” Firenze suddenly says. “I will bring him here. Try to keep him awake in the meantime,” he adds, resting his eyes on Sirius’ form. “I fear that if he slips away now, he won't make it back.”

“Padfoot, stay awake! You must stay with me, do you hear?”

As Firenze disappears between the trees, Sirius’ head slowly slides backwards.

“Hurts,” Sirius mumbles.

“I know, Pads, I know. But you have to hold on just a little longer, okay?”

Sirius’ breathing is getting slower.

“Sirius,” James begs. “Please, don't leave.”

Sirius just looks at him with empty eyes.

“Moony’s going to wake up in the Hospital Wing,” a sob escapes James. “Groggy and sore like he always is, and his eyes will immediately search yours. They always do, you know that. You're always the first person he sees, you're always where he finds comfort. You can't let me sit there, have Remus look at me questioningly, confused, and for me to have to tell him…” James’ voice breaks, and he shakely takes a breath in. “To have to tell him that you're… that you didn't… that I couldn't… You can't do that to me, Sirius!” He balls his fist and clutches Sirius’ robe. “And it happened during the full moon.” He squeezes his eyes shut, unable to stop the words spilling out of him. “He's going to blame himself. He's going to fall apart. He's going to fall apart, and I can't put him back together, not without you, Sirius! I need you there, for Moony. For Moony, okay?”

James meets Sirius’ eyes again, and something has changed. There's a determination there that wasn't there before. As they look at each other, something passes between them.

Sirius is going to stay awake.

He will try.

In the distance, James hears the sound of hooves approaching.

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@wolfstarmicrofic 8th: Arrow

797 words.

Warning: Injury

James is not going to sit there as Remus wakes up in the Hospital Wing and explain to him why Sirius isn't there. He can't.

Hold On

“No, no, no, no,” James lets himself fall to the ground next to the bundle lying on the muddy forest floor. “Pads? Padfoot, can you hear me?”

There's no response.

James places his arm behind Sirius’ neck and carefully lifts his head. His other hand he places in Sirius’ neck, searching for a pulse, which thank Godric, he finds, but weak, so weak. “Sirius? Sirius!”

Sirius’ eyes open and he seems aware of James’ presence as he tries to say something, but only a pained groan comes out, before his eyes fall shut again.

Panic rises in James’ chest as he scrambles for his wand, muttering what little Healing Spells he knows.

“I heard the younglings talk this morning.” Firenze looks down at James. “How they spotted a dark hound the size of an Erumpent roaming the forest, thinking it to be a dark creature, or even a Grimm, rumored to bring ill tidings. So they fired their arrows at the creature. When I came to investigate this morning, I found him.”

James can barely look at the wound, the gruesome sight of the arrow protruding from Sirius’ stomach. Though the arrow still being lodged in his stomach is probably the only reason Sirius hasn't bled out this night.

Sirius has opened his eyes again and his gaze shifts down, but James quickly places a hand on his cheek. “Just keep looking at me, Siri.” He desperately mutters a few more Healing Spells.

“An injury inflicted by Centaur-forged weapons cannot be healed as if it were a common Muggle arrow,” Firenze says disdainfully.

James looks up at him. “Can you help him?” He begs. “Please?"

“Will you retaliate?” Firenze asks cooly. “Our young ones learn to not harm wizarding children, even the ones foolish enough to wander into our forest, but we couldn't have anticipated one shaped like a Grimm. We know very well how vengeful wizards can be, how little regard you have for beings other than your own. Will your people take their vengeance on our herd, retaliate against our younglings?”

“Retali-” James shakes his head. “No. No, I don't care about blame, or retaliation. I just want him to live.” He looks up at Firenze pleadingly. “I need him to live. Please…”

“Moony…” Sirius manages to say.

“Moony is okay,” James says soothingly, brushing Sirius’ hair from his face. “The full moon has passed. He's in the castle, sleeping.”

“You change your appearance to run with the wolf of the lunar cycle,” Firenze states.

“He's our friend,” James simply says without taking his eyes off Sirius.

“Not many wizards would call a halfling between human and beast a friend,” Firenze muses.

“Well, he is,” James says shortly. If the centaur isn't going to help, he wishes he would be quiet, so James can think of something to save Sirius himself. There has to be something. There has to be.

“We have a Healer skilled in treating these kinds of wounds,” Firenze suddenly says. “I will bring him here. Try to keep him awake in the meantime,” he adds, resting his eyes on Sirius’ form. “I fear that if he slips away now, he won't make it back.”

“Padfoot, stay awake! You must stay with me, do you hear?”

As Firenze disappears between the trees, Sirius’ head slowly slides backwards.

“Hurts,” Sirius mumbles.

“I know, Pads, I know. But you have to hold on just a little longer, okay?”

Sirius’ breathing is getting slower.

“Sirius,” James begs. “Please, don't leave.”

Sirius just looks at him with empty eyes.

“Moony’s going to wake up in the Hospital Wing,” a sob escapes James. “Groggy and sore like he always is, and his eyes will immediately search yours. They always do, you know that. You're always the first person he sees, you're always where he finds comfort. You can't let me sit there, have Remus look at me questioningly, confused, and for me to have to tell him…” James’ voice breaks, and he shakely takes a breath in. “To have to tell him that you're… that you didn't… that I couldn't… You can't do that to me, Sirius!” He balls his fist and clutches Sirius’ robe. “And it happened during the full moon.” He squeezes his eyes shut, unable to stop the words spilling out of him. “He's going to blame himself. He's going to fall apart. He's going to fall apart, and I can't put him back together, not without you, Sirius! I need you there, for Moony. For Moony, okay?”

James meets Sirius’ eyes again, and something has changed. There's a determination there that wasn't there before. As they look at each other, something passes between them.

Sirius is going to stay awake.

He will try.

In the distance, James hears the sound of hooves approaching.

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Next, she'll be complaining about 'Stupid Potter, being too much of a bloody gentleman to go home with her while she's been drinking, being all bloody caring and shite'.

@wolfstarmicrofic 5th: Cupid💘

817 words

When Remus let James Potter set him up on a date with his best friend, Lily had hoped that at least he would find out dating really isn't that terrible, and finally start allowing Lily to set him up on dates as well.

Not Sorry

Lily stumbles a little as she walks over to Remus, because damn those bloody heels.

Remus turns towards her from where he's standing at the bar and arches an eyebrow. “Lils, you might want to go easy on the wine.”

Which is ridiculous. Lily has only had three glasses. And some champagne before that. And maybe a cocktail at some point.

“Don't change the topic!” Lily says, even though they hadn't actually been talking yet. She jabs her finger at Remus’ chest. “I'm still mad at you!”

“Oh, come on, Lils," Remus chuckles. “You're going to have to get over it at some point.”

“We had a deal, Lupin!”

“I know, Lily, but-”

“A deal! All I ever wanted was to get you this fun and exciting dating life,” Lily sighs wistfully. “So you could have handsome men take you out and boost your ego like you deserve, and we could share dating stories and laugh about weird guys together. But did you allow me to set you up on a date ever?”

“I did not,” Remus admits.

“You did not!” Lily exclaims, as if Remus didn't already just admit to that. “It was all ‘No, Lily, I'm just the sort of person who's better off by himself’, ‘No, Lily, I'm not looking for anything’, ‘No, Lily, I'm too independent and need my alone time’, and yadda yadda.” She rolls her eyes. “But then what happened? You allowed your new coworker to set you up on a date with his best friend!”

“It's just very hard to say no to James,” Remus defends himself.

Lily scoffs. Although, while she has only met James Potter a few times, if she's honest she can kind of imagine. When Potter is looking at you with those puppy eyes of his, giving you that hopeful smile, all bright and eager and- Lily shakes her head. She's getting off track. “But we came to a very clear agreement,” she continues, placing her hands on her hips. “If you would learn that going on a date is actually not such a dreadful experience as you seemed to think, you would finally start letting me set you up on dates as well. And was the date dreadful?”

“No, it wasn't,” Remus sighs.

“And did you let me set you up on any dates afterwards, as you promised?”

“No, I didn't,” Remus sighs.

“No, you didn't!” Lily mimics. “Not one date, nothing!” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “And I had so many ideas… That cute redhead from the coffeeshop, that fit bloke from my yoga class, the hot guy from accounting… It would've been so fun, so exciting, maybe we even could've gone on double dates at some point!”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sirius appears at Remus’ side, sliding an arm around his waist. “But as much as I enjoy bonding with your family– our family–,” he corrects with a smile. “Your Aunt Joy has been telling me about her bad knee for half an hour now. The sooner you get that woman some wine, the better.”

“And you!” Lily says, turning her attention to Sirius. “You're to blame as well, you know!”

Sirius blinks at her. “Alright, Evans?”

Lily jabs her finger at Sirius’ chest now. “You just had to snatch him off the market right away, didn't you?”

Sirius blinks again, and then barks a laugh. “Well, can you blame me, Lils? I couldn't risk letting this one get away, now could I?” He presses a kiss to Remus’ cheek. “I had to lock it down as soon as possible.”

Lily purses her lips, because, well, no, maybe she actually can't blame him for that.

“I'll be right there, babe,” Remus says, squeezing Sirius’ hand.

Sirius nods and walks off to deal with Remus’ aunt.

Remus looks at Lily and shrugs. “What can I say, Lils? James just struck gold the first time. If you want me to apologize, I'm going to have to disappoint you.” He looks over at the other side of the room while touching the brand new golden ring around his finger, to where Sirius is chatting to his aunts. Sirius catches his gaze, and the forced smile on his face turns into a soft, genuine one. Remus smiles as well. “I'm really not sorry at all.”

Lily watches Remus and Sirius make their way through the room to chat with all their guests.

They do look awfully good together, she thinks sourly.

Then she turns on her heels, having decided to go look for James Potter and give him a piece of her mind. Stupid Potter, thinking he can play Cupid and set their best friends up for their happy-ever-after! Like, who does he think he is? Making Remus so bloody happy, making her bloody cry with that stupid best man speech of his, and looking so bloody handsome in his stupid suit!

Yes, she'll tell him alright.

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@wolfstarmicrofic 5th: Cupid💘

817 words

When Remus let James Potter set him up on a date with his best friend, Lily had hoped that at least he would find out dating really isn't that terrible, and finally start allowing Lily to set him up on dates as well.

Not Sorry

Lily stumbles a little as she walks over to Remus, because damn those bloody heels.

Remus turns towards her from where he's standing at the bar and arches an eyebrow. “Lils, you might want to go easy on the wine.”

Which is ridiculous. Lily has only had three glasses. And some champagne before that. And maybe a cocktail at some point.

“Don't change the topic!” Lily says, even though they hadn't actually been talking yet. She jabs her finger at Remus’ chest. “I'm still mad at you!”

“Oh, come on, Lils," Remus chuckles. “You're going to have to get over it at some point.”

“We had a deal, Lupin!”

“I know, Lily, but-”

“A deal! All I ever wanted was to get you this fun and exciting dating life,” Lily sighs wistfully. “So you could have handsome men take you out and boost your ego like you deserve, and we could share dating stories and laugh about weird guys together. But did you allow me to set you up on a date ever?”

“I did not,” Remus admits.

“You did not!” Lily exclaims, as if Remus didn't already just admit to that. “It was all ‘No, Lily, I'm just the sort of person who's better off by himself’, ‘No, Lily, I'm not looking for anything’, ‘No, Lily, I'm too independent and need my alone time’, and yadda yadda.” She rolls her eyes. “But then what happened? You allowed your new coworker to set you up on a date with his best friend!”

“It's just very hard to say no to James,” Remus defends himself.

Lily scoffs. Although, while she has only met James Potter a few times, if she's honest she can kind of imagine. When Potter is looking at you with those puppy eyes of his, giving you that hopeful smile, all bright and eager and- Lily shakes her head. She's getting off track. “But we came to a very clear agreement,” she continues, placing her hands on her hips. “If you would learn that going on a date is actually not such a dreadful experience as you seemed to think, you would finally start letting me set you up on dates as well. And was the date dreadful?”

“No, it wasn't,” Remus sighs.

“And did you let me set you up on any dates afterwards, as you promised?”

“No, I didn't,” Remus sighs.

“No, you didn't!” Lily mimics. “Not one date, nothing!” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “And I had so many ideas… That cute redhead from the coffeeshop, that fit bloke from my yoga class, the hot guy from accounting… It would've been so fun, so exciting, maybe we even could've gone on double dates at some point!”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sirius appears at Remus’ side, sliding an arm around his waist. “But as much as I enjoy bonding with your family– our family–,” he corrects with a smile. “Your Aunt Joy has been telling me about her bad knee for half an hour now. The sooner you get that woman some wine, the better.”

“And you!” Lily says, turning her attention to Sirius. “You're to blame as well, you know!”

Sirius blinks at her. “Alright, Evans?”

Lily jabs her finger at Sirius’ chest now. “You just had to snatch him off the market right away, didn't you?”

Sirius blinks again, and then barks a laugh. “Well, can you blame me, Lils? I couldn't risk letting this one get away, now could I?” He presses a kiss to Remus’ cheek. “I had to lock it down as soon as possible.”

Lily purses her lips, because, well, no, maybe she actually can't blame him for that.

“I'll be right there, babe,” Remus says, squeezing Sirius’ hand.

Sirius nods and walks off to deal with Remus’ aunt.

Remus looks at Lily and shrugs. “What can I say, Lils? James just struck gold the first time. If you want me to apologize, I'm going to have to disappoint you.” He looks over at the other side of the room while touching the brand new golden ring around his finger, to where Sirius is chatting to his aunts. Sirius catches his gaze, and the forced smile on his face turns into a soft, genuine one. Remus smiles as well. “I'm really not sorry at all.”

Lily watches Remus and Sirius make their way through the room to chat with all their guests.

They do look awfully good together, she thinks sourly.

Then she turns on her heels, having decided to go look for James Potter and give him a piece of her mind. Stupid Potter, thinking he can play Cupid and set their best friends up for their happy-ever-after! Like, who does he think he is? Making Remus so bloody happy, making her bloody cry with that stupid best man speech of his, and looking so bloody handsome in his stupid suit!

Yes, she'll tell him alright.

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❤️Sirius Black

mother fuck, while doing research for my james potter essay for @annabtg, I came across THIS quote:

Madam Rosmerta: “Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last I’d have thought … I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If you’d told me what he was going to become, I’d have said you’d had too much mead.”

Sirius Black was, even to someone who barely knew him, SUCH a deeply good person that he was the last person you'd have thought would become a death eater. THE LAST PERSON. Not the loyal, Gryffindor-bred James Potter, not quiet Prefect Remus Lupin, SIRIUS FUCKING BLACK, the firstborn son of a blood supremacist family with several family members who actively served Voldemort.

Young Sirius Black was so full of goodness that if someone said he was going to be a death eater, Rosmerta would have thought they must be drunk.

And Remus and McGonagall and Dumbledore and everyone else who knew him so much better let him go to Azkaban without a trial, never tried to get him out, never gave this boy the benefit of the doubt.

And then what did he do when he broke himself out of Azkaban? He forgave Remus in an instant. He rejoined the Order. He trusted Dumbledore enough to willingly stay locked up again. He handed his house over to be used for the Order, welcomed people to come and go as they pleased, to stay long-term if they needed -- even Snape, who had recently been eager to have him killed. And in a matter of two years, showed Harry more parental love and support than anyone had before -- to the point of dying for him, exactly as his parents did.

So when you actually look at canon Sirius, I think it's very clear why he was the last person you'd expect.

#sirius black #good sirius black #sirius deserved better

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@wolfstarmicrofic 12th & 27th: question & answer

369 words

Remus doesn't get along with any of the dates Sirius brings along, but perhaps the problem is him.

Sirius steps into the room, closes the door behind him and leans back against it, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“So, how did it go?” Remus asks anxiously.

Sirius lowers his hand and looks up. “He says he's not gonna put up with this shite. So I guess that's over.”

Remus winches. “Shite, I'm sorry, Sirius.”

Sirius shakes his head as he walks further into the room. “Well, I wasn't expecting it to be a long term thing anyway.” He sits down on the couch next to Remus and sighs, turning to look at him. “Rem, what the hell was that? You were coming at him all evening, picking a fight over everything.”

Remus fumbles awkwardly with the hem of his sleeves. “I mean, we had some disagreements...”

“You practically started yelling at him when he picked Grüner Veltliner over Cabernet Sauvignon.”

“I just didn't think it was the best choice!”

“Remus, his father is a sommelier!”

“What, so his opinion is the only one that matters?”

“You don't even drink wine!”

“That doesn't mean I can't appreciate-”

“Remus.”

“Yes, yes, you're right,” Remus says, squeezing his shut. “I'm really fucking sorry, Sirius. I didn't mean to ruin it for you. You have every right to hate me.”

“I know I have the right,” Sirius says pointedly. But then he smiles. “What I lack is the capability.” He opens his arms, and, with a relieved smile, Remus moves towards him, curling up against him and resting his head on his shoulder, with Sirius’ arms closing around him.

“And besides,” Sirius continues. “At least you didn't make this one cry.”

“Right,” Remus grins. “I'd say I'm improving.”

Sirius has to ask the question, though. “What is your problem with the dates I bring along anyway?”

Remus speaks so quietly when he gives his answer, as if he's not sure whether he wants Sirius to actually hear him.

“They're not me.”

Sirius takes in a sharp breath. Remus doesn't dare to look at him. At least Sirius doesn't break the embrace and his arms remain wrapped around Remus, which Remus draws some hope from.

“Well,” Sirius says after a moment of silence. “Then it seems we have a similar problem.”

#this problem actually has a really easy solution #pining sirius black #pining remus lupin #jealous remus lupin

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@wolfstarmicrofic 12th & 27th: question & answer

369 words

Remus doesn't get along with any of the dates Sirius brings along, but perhaps the problem is him.

Sirius steps into the room, closes the door behind him and leans back against it, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“So, how did it go?” Remus asks anxiously.

Sirius lowers his hand and looks up. “He says he's not gonna put up with this shite. So I guess that's over.”

Remus winches. “Shite, I'm sorry, Sirius.”

Sirius shakes his head as he walks further into the room. “Well, I wasn't expecting it to be a long term thing anyway.” He sits down on the couch next to Remus and sighs, turning to look at him. “Rem, what the hell was that? You were coming at him all evening, picking a fight over everything.”

Remus fumbles awkwardly with the hem of his sleeves. “I mean, we had some disagreements...”

“You practically started yelling at him when he picked Grüner Veltliner over Cabernet Sauvignon.”

“I just didn't think it was the best choice!”

“Remus, his father is a sommelier!”

“What, so his opinion is the only one that matters?”

“You don't even drink wine!”

“That doesn't mean I can't appreciate-”

“Remus.”

“Yes, yes, you're right,” Remus says, squeezing his shut. “I'm really fucking sorry, Sirius. I didn't mean to ruin it for you. You have every right to hate me.”

“I know I have the right,” Sirius says pointedly. But then he smiles. “What I lack is the capability.” He opens his arms, and, with a relieved smile, Remus moves towards him, curling up against him and resting his head on his shoulder, with Sirius’ arms closing around him.

“And besides,” Sirius continues. “At least you didn't make this one cry.”

“Right,” Remus grins. “I'd say I'm improving.”

Sirius has to ask the question, though. “What is your problem with the dates I bring along anyway?”

Remus speaks so quietly when he gives his answer, as if he's not sure whether he wants Sirius to actually hear him.

“They're not me.”

Sirius takes in a sharp breath. Remus doesn't dare to look at him. At least Sirius doesn't break the embrace and his arms remain wrapped around Remus, which Remus draws some hope from.

“Well,” Sirius says after a moment of silence. “Then it seems we have a similar problem.”

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius

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A Far Cry From Perfect

New chapter: Milestones

Of course, everyone noticed Sirius being brought to the Hospital Wing and not coming back, and they all know about his condition. Combine that with Remus and James walking around looking like they’re going to break down at any moment, and it’s only natural for rumours to start flying. According to the whispers in the hallways, Sirius has either already died, or is on the verge of dying. And when the Potters are called to Hogwarts, people can only assume it’s to say their final goodbyes.

What scares Remus most about these rumours, is that they might turn out to be true.

The thoughts keep running through Remus’s head.

No, please, I’m not ready! Are you ever going to be ready? It’s just too soon. It’s always going to be too soon. But we haven’t had the two years we were promised yet. Nobody ever made you any promises, Remus. He just finished Hogwarts, he should at least be able to experience life after Hogwarts even if it’s just for a little while! There’s always going to be some life event, some milestone, just our of reach. Just a little longer... You’re always going to want just a little longer.

Read it on AO3

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #hurt sirius black #protective remus lupin #protective james potter

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Wolfstar | 60k+ words (ongoing) | Rated E

Summary: Regency AU with A/B/O dynamics. After two years of avoiding marriage by sabotaging his parents’ matchmaking attempts, Sirius’ luck finally runs out. At the end of their rope, they offer him one last choice: marry the Lupin boy, or be cast out onto the street. It isn't really a choice at all.

#wolfstar fic rec #love this #though remus better get his man back #wolfstar #a/b/o

[engie-ivy]

I hope you all had a lovely December!

I can't believe it's over already... I really feel like it just started.

Lots of love!

Wolfstar Short Stories - The Christmas Collection Masterlist

Baby, You'll Freeze Out There

Everyone tries find Remus a date, and when Sirius gets involved, he finally snaps. (Fluff, 3686 words)

Friends Who Are Dear To Us, Gather Near To Us

The sleigh crashes. Remus is fine, Sirius is worried, Peter is fed up. (Humour, 1367 words)

Oh, Ho the Mistletoe, Hung Where You Can See

Remus’ major life problems consist of kissing cute guys under the mistletoe. (Fluff, 1139 words)

Holiday Greetings And Gay Happy Meetings

Christmas Coffee Shop fluff! (Fluff, 2553 words)

Can Hardly Wait For School To Start Again

Walburga Black wants Hope Lupin's son to leave her son alone. She disagrees. (Fluff, 2337 words)

Wish I'd Known Before You Left Me

Remus has to go back to the flat as his flight has been delayed, and finds out he severely underestimated how much him leaving affects Sirius. (Angst with a Happy Ending, 1557 words)

To Face Unafraid, the Plans That We've Made

Remus is afraid Christmas will never be the same once they leave Hogwarts. It won't, but that's actually not a bad thing. (Fluff, 934 words)

I Saw Moony Kissing Santa Claus...

(Humour, 1251 words)

It Always Leads To You In My Hometown

Being stuck in his hometown for Christmas and slowly falling back in love with his ex, Remus Lupin has no time for that shite. (Humour, 2085 words)

Snuggled Up Together, Like Two Birds Of a Feather Would Be

Lily and James want a romantic Christmas and find out they're not the only ones. (Fluff,1142 words)

Try To Imagine a House That's Not a Home

Sirius doesn't seem to realise how messed up his memories of Christmas with his family are. Remus wants to give him a new family, but not as a brother. (Angst with a Happy Ending, 1698 words)

Here We Are, Me And You, Feeling Lost And Feeling Blue

A lot has happened during the war, too much, and Remus hasn't spoken to Sirius in years. They run into each other at a New Year’s Eve party. (Break-Up and Make-Up, 1742 words)

When Loved Ones Are Near

James thinks his charmed mistletoe is a great idea, Remus does not. By the end of the night, however, their opinions are completely reversed. (Fluff, 1582 words)

I Just Wanna See My Baby

No one at Hogwarts actually believes Remus has a long-distance boyfriend at Beauxbatons, and as the Beauxbatons students are invited to Hogwarts' Yule Tide Ball, the truth is bound to come out. (Fluff. 2776 words)

Forgot To Mention One Little Thing

Hope's family is always competing over who's most successful. Hope and Remus never cared much, but it might be an easy win when Remus shows up with a drop-dead gorgeous, rich and successful doctor on his arm. (Fluff. 2159 words)

It's Time To Let It Go, Next Year, You Never Know

When his best friend Lily starts dating James Potter, Remus is forced to get reacquainted with Sirius Black, whom he went to high school with years ago. And whom he hated, with his haughty demeanor, stupid pranks, handsome face and dazzling smile. (Humour. 1433 words)

Falling For You, Like Snow On a Christmas Night

Remus is new in Godric’s Hollow, and Euphemia Potter seems to have already decided he's perfect for her second son. Remus soon finds himself falling for the young man, much too soon. It might just be a Holiday flirtation, after all. (Fluff. 1915 words.)

Everywhere You Go, You Light Up the Room

Petunia is not best pleased when her friends are all over her younger sister’s handsome friend at the Evans' Christmas celebration. (Humour. 1999 words.)

All I Want For Christmas Is YOU

When someone goes home to their small town for Christmas, it never bodes well for their career-focused, Christmas Spirit-lacking, big city boyfriend, but Sirius isn't going to give up that easily. (Humour. 1343 words.)

Keep Kissing Me Under the Mistletoe

James forgets mistletoe is a thing and jumps to conclusions. (Humour. 702 words.)

How It Glistened As It Fell

Years after their break-up, Sirius and Remus are still pulled towards each other. (Break-Up and Make-Up. 1882 words.)

If You Kissed Me Now I Know You'd Fool Me Again

"I'm sure that by now we can handle an innocent kiss under the mistletoe between friends without it completely messing with our heads." Or so Remus thought. (Break-Up and Make-Up/Out. 555 words.)

Wonderful Once Upon a Time

Why shouldn't Hope have lunch with Sirius? Only because she's Remus' mother? And Sirius is Remus' ex? (Humour and Feelings. 1365 words.)

Fancy Sirius and Bold Remus Part One: There's Bound To Be Talk Tomorrow

When the best thing about a party is the waiter, it's either a very lame party, or a very appealing waiter. Or, as in this case, both. (Fluff. 1697 words)

Fancy Sirius and Bold Remus Part Two: How Lucky That You Dropped In

Sirius doesn't need anyone to save him, but when a charming man wants to steal him away, he isn't going to say no. (Fluff. 1378 words)

#masterlist #wolfstar christmas fics #wolfstar christmas #wolfstar holiday fluff #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius

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(Part Two of There's Bound To Be Talk Tomorrow! Happy New Year! 3rd of January isn't too bad for a New Year's fic, right?)

1378 words

Read Part One here

Sirius doesn't need anyone to save him, but when a charming man wants to steal him away, he isn't going to say no.

How Lucky That You Dropped In

Baby, It's Cold Outside - Frank Loesser

“Lady Lestrange says her son might be willing to consider you again,” Walburga Black hisses in Sirius’ ear. “If you show enough regret and humility.” Before Sirius can open his mouth to reply, her fingers dig painfully into his arm. “I do not have to tell you how lucky we are that he's even willing to speak to you again, after that stunt you pulled at the Christmas benefit gala. I explained to the Lestranges that you were suddenly indisposed, and did not want to ruin anyone's evening, and therefore requested a server to escort you out.” Her nails press into his skin. “Stick to that story, and we may be able to salvage this mess of your creation.”

Sirius had already refused to pay Rabastan Lestrange a visit to grovel at his feet for forgiveness for leaving without word at the Christmas benefit gala, and beg him for another chance by attending this New Year's Eve party together. As Sirius had feared, his mother had then turned to Regulus, and told him he had to attend with Rabastan, for their family's sake.

But Regulus had surprised everyone by refusing. “You- You always say that- that honour is the most important thing for a Black,” Regulus had stammered. “And I've promised Evan I'd attend with him. I can't- can't go back on my word! That'll make me… dishonorable. Right?”

Walburga had placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes, and then she had started scolding him, calling him selfish. Regulus had shrunk in on himself, and just when it looked like he was about to give in, Orion Black, who hardly ever involves himself with his children, had spoken up. “The boy is right.”

And that had been the end of it.

Sirius jerks his arm loose from his mother's grip. “I already told you, mother,” he says pointedly. “He was awful, he made me feel awful, and I had an awful time with him. In no way do I wish for him to ‘consider me again’.”

Now he doesn't have to worry about Regulus being placed by Rabastan’s side in his stead anymore, Sirius does not allow there to be any confusion regarding his feelings towards the man.

“You insolent little…”

While her mother is still hissing insults under her breath, Sirius simply walks off into the crowd. At least his mother can't cause a scene in a place as public as this.

Sirius wanders through the crowd aimlessly, trying to ignore lingering gazes and avoid people trying to stop him for a conversation.

“You disappeared on me,” a voice behind him suddenly says.

“Rabastan,” Sirius says, as he turns around.

“People said some waiter was bothering you, and that you left with him,” Rabastan continues. “But surely even you can't be that desperate for attention that you would sink so low.”

Sirius forces himself to smile. “I felt miserable at that event, while you seemed to be enjoying yourself a great deal. The waiter suggested stepping outside, and I agreed, so you could stay and enjoy your night.” There. Technically the truth, without implying any ill intentions towards Rabastan.

“I know what you're doing, Black,” Rabastan says, taking a step forward. “You're playing hard to get, hoping that by letting me think I can't have you, I'm only going to want you more.” He grins in a way that makes Sirius’ skin crawl. “Well, let me tell you,” Rabastan suddenly takes another step forward, crowding Sirius’ space, placing one hand on his waist and leaning down, whispering so close that his lips almost brush Sirius’ ear. “You're absolutely right.”

Sirius freezes, completely taken off guard. Just when he jerks his head back, he hears a voice behind him.

“Mister Black? There's a phone call for you at the front desk.”

Gratefully, Sirius turns towards the receptionist from the high-class hotel the party is being held at.

“If you could follow me please?” The young blond woman requests in a measured, polite tone.

Sirius nods and rushes after her, eager to get away from Rabastan.

“So, where do I-?” Sirius begins as he approaches the front desk, but then he hears a voice behind him.

“Hi there, don't you look fetching.”

Sirius whirls around. “Remus!” He exclaims, his face lighting up. “What are you doing here?”

Remus grins at him. “I'm here to steal you away.”

“Oh?” Sirius asks, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yup,” Remus replies, jumping from the table he had been sitting on. “Not to sound arrogant– I mean, if you want to listen to arrogant men, staying at this party actually seems like the best option– but I think I can give you a better time than you can have here.”

“Well,” Sirius says. “Only one way to find out, I suppose.” He holds out his hand. “Lead the way.”

Sirius’ stomach does a flip at the bright smile Remus directs at him. Remus takes his hand and starts dragging Sirius towards the door. “Thanks a million, Marls!” He calls over his shoulder. “I owe you big time!”

“Don't you worry, Lupin,” the receptionist replies, sounding a lot less professional than before. “I'll figure out a way for you to make it up to me. And you were right, by the way,” she adds, leaning with her elbows on her desk and resting her chin on her hand. “He is very dreamy.”

“What is that?”

“It's not the newest model,” Remus admits. “And it's a bit rusty here and there, but I promise you that it does the job. It'll work perfectly fine as our getaway-”

“Bicycle,” Sirius finishes dryly.

“And what's wrong with a bicycle?” Remus asks airily. “It's dependable, a lot more inconspicuous than a motorcycle if you want to sneak away, and a lot less polluting.”

“I thought you loved my motorcycle!” Sirius gasps.

Remus looks at Sirius from over his shoulder as he unlocks his bike. “I love the sight of you on your motorcycle,” he smirks.

“I'll take it,” Sirius laughs.

While a bicycle might be inconspicuous, Sirius and Remus are anything but. After three failed attempts of Remus cycling in a slow pace so Sirius can jump on the back to sit on the carrier, both of them are laughing so hard hotel guests are peering out the windows to see what that's all about.

Eventually they succeed, and when Sirius has his arms wrapped around Remus from behind, tighter than strictly necessary, and his cheek rests against Remus’ back, he realizes bicycles really aren't so bad.

“You're going to murder me, aren't you?” Sirius complains. “This is how I die. This is what I get for going off with strange men.”

Remus just chuckles as he leads Sirius up the narrow, wooden stairs of the old, dingy flat he brought Sirius to. When they finally reach a rusty door at the top of the final flight of stairs, Remus unlocks it with a key he fishes from his pocket and pushes the squeaky door open.

“Wow,” Sirius whispers.

There's a small space where the rooftop is flat, and from which you can overlook all of London. The space is covered by a blanket, and on the blanket are a cheap bottle of champagne and two glasses, plus a box of leftover Christmas cookies.

“You like it?” Remus asks softly, taking Sirius’ hand.

“Like it?” Sirius beams at Remus as he turns towards him. “Remus, I love it!”

From their spot, they have a perfect view over all the fireworks lighting up the sky above London. While the fireworks must be quite a beautiful sight, Sirius can't imagine it can compare to the look in Remus’ eyes before he kisses him at midnight.

Their lips meet while fireworks explode above their heads, unnoticed. When they break apart, they rest their foreheads together and gaze into each other's eyes with similar smiles on their faces.

“You know,” Sirius whispers, taking Remus’ hand and tangling their fingers together. “If you keep stealing me away like this, at some point I'm not going to want to return.”

Remus smiles. “You know,” he says, while reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind Sirius’ ear. “At some point I'm not going to want to let you go.”

#wolfstar new year #fancy sirius and bold remus #wolfstar christmas fics #wolfstar christmas #wolfstar holiday fluff #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius