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Like Sunlight
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December prompt 17: Ice
(Word count: 133)
Sirius is made of winter.
All cold shoulders and sharp features. Cutting words and freezing heart. An ice that encapsulates him that never seems to thaw.
But, the moment Remus steps foot in the room, spring has bloomed. Golden hair and honeyed eyes melting through the frozen palace of Sirius. Honey bees that buzz a promise of warmth into his cold-stiffened fingers. Freckles dappled like sunlight across his cheeks to offset the icy cool undertones of Sirius’ alabaster complexion.
Summer loathes the cold but spring welcomes it, holds it in his hands and shapes it into beauty. Crafts daffodils from frozen stalks and allows the water to ripple again.
When Remus takes Sirius’ hand, he can feel it all melt away. Every icy bit of him turning into something beautiful. Something like sunlight.
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to say that remus would play down sirius’ trauma or mock him or whatever is ridiculous when sirius started to cry in poa remus literally cut him off because hearing him upset upset him!!!!!!!
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I love you.
I love you more.
I think that's up for debate.
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After everyone freaked out over AO3 being down, I hope folks have come to the realization that *authors* are the ones keeping y’all so entertained that the idea of not having your favorite fic to read on demand sent you into a frenzy.
So, y’know, maybe drop a comment on your favorite fic to let the author know you appreciate them and their work 🙂
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"you can't just relate everything back to this ship" prepare to be stunned and amazed at how little control i have over my own brain
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I wrote a Jegulus for the Sing Me a Rare competition so I thought I'd share it here, too!
Title: Under Water
Rating: M
TW: Main Character Death
Status: Complete, 5.5k
Snippet: Regulus looked away as the pair rolled over in the grass, the weight of James' body still pressing against him though they hadn't truly been touching. Not this version of Regulus, anyway. James had loved him once, he was sure of that. But, he'd loved this young, naive part of Regulus. The part that hadn't felt the pressure of the war that gripped his throat with gnarled, rotted fingers. The part that had been timid and sweet—soft on the inside in a way that he would never return to. A part of Regulus that could be loved and could believe in love.
Read it in all its angsty glory here
#fanfic harrypotter#marauders fanfiction#jegulus#dead gay wizards#regulus x james#all hurt no comfort#this is probably the saddest thing ive ever written#and i've written a lot of sad shit#regulus black#james potter#canon compliant#well sort of
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So unrelated to HP at all but some friends and I started a podcast and it would be really cool if you gave it a listen.
Our Mad Fat Podcast is 4 mad, fat women chatting about the misconceptions of fat people, of trying to get through life in a world not built for us, and laughing about the ridiculousness of the stigma around being fat.
Our first two episodes are available everywhere you podcast!
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May Prompts: Let's Get Physical
Write a fic, use a word, and tag us so we can reblog you! Don't forget to use any warnings in your post!
Thanks everyone, and we can't wait to see you sweat it out.
💖Your Wolfstar Obsessed Mods
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Knight
“I can’t do this anymore,” Remus sighed, collapsing onto their beat-up old couch with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
“I’m not some–some knight in shining armor, Sirius. I’m a mess. You deserve so much more! You deserve someone who can give you more than my dingy little flat and…”
He was spiraling. Remus knew it and Sirius knew it, too. His chest felt like it was on fire, like it was too tight and too heavy for his own body. His heart felt like it was going to beat out from his chest and he thought he might be sick. He kept babbling on, unsure of what words were spilling from his mouth as he cried into his palms.
He felt Sirius’ fingers close around his wrists, tugging his fingers from his face. Sirius stared up at him, gray eyes bright and unafraid–despite how Remus tried to scare him off.
“I’ve had a proverbial kingdom of riches before, Rem,” Sirius whispered. He was sat on his knees on the floor as he reached up to cradle Remus’ face, “And I promise, I’m not looking for a knight in shining armor. I just want to be happy. And, you do that. Mess or not.”
Remus sniffled, feeling a bit embarrassed by the tears drying on his cheeks as Sirius leaned up to kiss him, slow and sweet.
“You make it sound so simple.”
Sirius smiled and it took Remus’ stuttering breaths away.
“Because it is that simple.”
word count: 252 @wolfstarmicrofic
#remus x sirius#remus lupin#sirius black#remus has zero self esteem#thats okay because sirius has enough for the both of them#wolfstar#wolfstar microfic
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i don’t think it’s healthy, being this emotionally connected to some dead gay wizards
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Weak
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word count: 363
CW: recreational drug use
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"This bud is weak," Sirius accuses.
"It most certainly is not," Remus says primly, but breaks with a stoned little giggle. "I would know, after all."
Sirius scowls. "I don't feel a thing, and I've taken, like, four hits!"
"You're just not used to hitting blunts, that's all," he reasons. "You're spoilt. Posh twat."
"Well, then, let's go grab Averill," Sirius retorts, standing up and ignoring the jibe. He's referring to the unisex name of their giant bong, transfigured to look like an innocent ficus.
"No, no," Remus protests, hastily pulling Sirius back down by his wrist. Their sides are flush with one another and impossibly warm despite the chill in the air. "Are you mad? We can't lug a giant potted plant all the way back to the Astronomy Tower, how would that look?"
Sirius harrumphs unhappily.
"Here...let me try something," Remus murmurs, a hesitant look in his butterscotch eyes.
Without looking away from Sirius, he brings the blunt to his parted lips and inhales deeply, then lifts his hand, long fingers resting on the side of Sirius' neck, thumb on his jaw.
Sirius freezes. His chest burns fiercely and his heartbeat screams in his ears. Remus moves in slowly, uncertainly, and still, Sirius manages to feel shock when their mouths meet, gasping slightly. Remus exhales into his open mouth, and the fingertips on Sirius' face dig in, and Sirius tastes smoke, lightning, honey, and his head spins even though he's not high yet, he swears.
Remus pulls away and Sirius stares at him with wide eyes as he breathes out a shaking, smoky exhale.
"Right, erm, I just thought that would help, possibly, er, get you higher, if, ah, I, y'know, like, baby-birded it to you."
Remus looks like a beet.
"Moony."
"Yes, Padfoot?" he sighs.
"...I'm not quite high yet." He's lying; he's on Neptune. He can almost hear the stunned disbelief in Remus' silence.
"Is that so?" Remus replies coyly after the pause.
"Yeah. Yeah, maybe we should try it again," Sirius babbles nervously.
Remus smirks.
This time, Sirius sees stars, and he's not sure whether to attribute it to his increasing insobriety or Remus' introduction of tongue.
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Cottage
Remus tossed his keys in the bowl on the stand next to the door as he kicked his shoes off. The flat smelled…well, not great, but different. Like something had been left in the oven a touch too long or bad takeaway had sat in the bin for a few too many days.
“Sirius?” he called out, peeking his head into the bedroom before backtracking toward the kitchen. “Hey Sirius, do you smell that?”
Sirius was standing near the oven, the only apron they owned tied around his waist, and his hair pulled up on the top of his head. His skin was flushed from the heat of the burners and he had oven mitts on his hands.
“I made you your favorite!”
Remus drew his brows together, “You made lamb roast?”
“Er no. Your second favorite then.”
“Bangers?”
“Okay. Your third—and I swear to god if anything besides cottage pie comes out of your mouth, I’m throwing it all in the bin.”
Remus laughed and stepped further into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist from behind.
“Thank you.”
“Let's try a bite, yeah?” Sirius suggested, digging into the pie with a fork. He twisted in Remus’ arms to hold the steaming bit up to his mouth. “I have potatoes for it, too. They’re almost done.”
Remus kissed his forehead before leaning down to take the mouthful. The moment it hit his tongue he held back the urge to gag and spit it back out. It was so heavily peppered, he could feel his nose burning and somehow, the peas were hard. Not to mention what was supposed to be a rich, velvety gravy tasted more like glue than anything edible.
Remus swallowed, barely chewing. “It’s, erm, it’s…did you make this yourself?”
Sirius beamed proudly at him, “You’ve been so busy lately. I just wanted to make us a nice, home-cooked meal.”
Remus hummed, willing the bite of cottage pie to stay down and not come climbing back up his throat. “That was a nice thought.”
Sirius gave a happy little wriggle in his arms before shoving the fork in again to take a bite of his own. As soon as the fork left his mouth he shoved Remus away from him, retching into the nearest bin.
“Holy shit, that is disgusting. My god. How did you even swallow that?”
Remus laughed, “You were so proud of it!”
“Jesus, don’t ever let me get the idea to cook again. My god. I need a new tongue now.”
“I happen to like your tongue very much, thank you.”
I took artistic liberties with the cottage prompt. Hope you like it!
word count: 429 @wolfstarmicrofic
#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar fanfiction#remus x sirius#remus lupin#sirius black#sirius cant cook and i will die on this hill#remus is too nice to spit it out#that probably applies in other aspects of their lives too#if you get what i mean
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Drawbridge
Remus could hear them giggling from where he stood in the kitchen, chopping carrots and potatoes to add to the stew. He set the knife down and wiped his hands on a tea towel, tiptoeing toward the doorway to listen in.
“...And when the knight got to the drawbridge, do you know what he did?”
“He blew it up!” Harry shrieked, laughing as he clapped his hands. “BOOM!”
Sirius choked back a laugh and shook his head, “We’re going to be in trouble with you, I think. Not everything ends in fireworks, Harry.”
“But the knight made a big ‘splosion and, and, and, he um…he danced! A’cuz he was happy about the boom.”
“Oh did he, now?”
“Yeah! And he shoved the princess and gave the prince a big kiss! Like you and Moony do!”
Remus couldn’t contain his chuckle at that, crossing the threshold to sit on the floor with them as Sirius looked at him with wide eyes and slightly pink cheeks.
“This is an interesting story,” Remus said.
“He makes it more ridiculous every time we try to make it up,” Sirius chuckled back, ruffling Harry’s hair fondly.
“He’s imaginative,” Remus nodded. “Perhaps he’ll be an artist one day.”
Harry continued babbling about the drawbridge blowing up before getting up to demonstrate the silly dances the knight and prince would be doing.
“Or an arsonist,” Sirius mumbled.
word count: 230 @wolfstarmicrofic
#wolfstar raising harry#remus x sirius#remus lupin#sirius black#harry potter as a toddler#domestic wolfstar#wolfstar microfic#wolfstar fanfiction
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Drawbridge
Sirius approached the door with trepidation. He did not want to be here. But if he could provide this haven for the Order and for Harry, it was a small (ish) price to pay.
"Ready?" Remus asked, looking around.
"As I'll ever be," Sirius sighed. He took Remus's hand. He pressed his other palm against the door which magically opened.
They stepped inside and looked around. The house had been abandoned for a long time and the dust in the air made Sirius cough.
"The way you always described this place, I thought it had a drawbridge and a moat," Remus quipped, lighting his wand and holding it over his head.
"Nope, just evil gargoyles and dark magic," Sirius muttered. "I guess we have our work cut out for us."
"We'll manage," Remus said, squeezing his fingers. "We always do."
Word count: 140
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In honor of one of the greatest traditions of the Harry Potter fandom, we are so excited to announce the 2023 Remus/Sirius Big Bang!
The R/S Big Bang aims to connect writers and artists in order to produce illustrated fanfiction for the Remus/Sirius pairing. We hope to encourage a spirit of collaboration that gives writers and artists the space and support they need to create truly fantastic fanworks.
Fandom revolves around its community. We aim to run the kind of fest where all members of our Remus/Sirius community feel welcome. All tropes, genres, headcanons, heights, and dynamics are encouraged here. We hope our fest participants walk away from this experience with a full reading list and new fandom friends.
We look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with!
Your mods,
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This is a Remus/Sirius Big Bang. All fic submissions must focus on this pairing. Adaptations are welcome, but crossovers are not. Any AUs or OCs are acceptable. All fics must be standalone and not prequels/sequels to any existing works.
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A Cup of Sugar
A teeny little one shot/Read it on AO3 ☝️
Here’s a bit
Harry hurriedly put down his popcorn and slushie and readjusted himself on the couch to get a better look.
“Pads!” he yelled. “The new neighbors are here, come see!”
“Do you want them to know you’re a creeper right away?” Sirius laughed as he came into the living room and sat at the end of the couch next to Harry, moving his blanket and pillow nest to make space for himself. “Why are you yelling so loud? I was right in the kitchen.”
“Look, a dog!” Harry exclaimed. “And a kid!”
And indeed, a dog and a kid, both with curly brown hair, came bounding out of the car, running across the lawn, up the ramp, and onto the porch. Harry pushed open the window a crack, the better to spy.
“Creeper,” Sirius said, and Harry punched his arm. Sirius was only half watching, and instead was mostly answering work emails on his phone with his glasses perched on the tip of his nose and a pen stuck behind his ear. He’d been carrying around the same cold, half-drunk cup of coffee all day.
“Come on, dad!” the kid yelled. He looked about the same age as Harry, which was promising, and he wore a Phineas and Ferb t-shirt, which was even more promising.
“Teddy, come back and carry your bag in,” his dad answered. He got out of the car slowly, and when he finally stood up and moved to the end of the driveway, Harry gasped. The man had black forearm crutches just like his. Harry poked Sirius in the shoulder to inform him of this exciting new development.
"Look! He has the same crutches as me!"
“So he does,” Sirius said slowly, putting down his phone and suddenly watching with interest. “We should bring them welcome cookies.”
“Now?” Harry asked eagerly.
“Maybe we should let them walk into the house first,” Sirius said. “Why don’t we make the cookies now and go over tomorrow?”
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