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lulublack90 · 2 days
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Prompt 26 - Amortentia
@wolfstarmicrofic March 26, word count 288
Slughorn was showing off his brewing skills again. He’d brewed up a few of the harder potions to show to his class. 
Sirius stood close to a cauldron whose contents shimmered and swirled. Pearl dust, Sirius decided, was the ingredient that caused the mother-of-pearl sheen on the surface. 
He peered closer at the potion and caught a whiff of Remus’s scent. He turned with a grin, expecting him to be standing right behind him, but it was Dorcus. Remus was on the other side of the room, and even Sirius’s slightly heightened senses from Padfoot couldn’t pick him out that easily. He sniffed the potion again. Forest trees, night air, parchment and chocolate, it was definitely Moony. 
Professor Slughorn moved behind the potion in front of Sirius.
“And this one here is the most powerful love potion in the world, Amortentia.” He talked excitedly. “It causes infatuation and obsession so powerful it can turn the drinker mad if they consume too much. Notice the sheen and the spiralling steam rising from it? That’s how you tell it apart from other love potions.” He waved the rest of the class to gather closer. “Now, if you would like to, you may all come forward and inhale the steam. Carefully, mind you. We don’t want anybody trying to drink it. You should be able to smell the things you find most attractive.” Well, that would explain it, he thought. 
He moved to the back of the class, letting the others take a turn. James came away looking very confused. But when Remus leant over the shimmering solution and inhaled, his head snapped up, and he locked eyes with Sirius. Sirius gave him a crooked grin. Yeah, he thought. Knew it.  
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starelliie · 1 day
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shorter meaning <5k
longer >5k
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What we once were. Part 1.
(Set after the Prisoner of Azkaban)
After Buckbeak landed deep in the forbidden forest, Sirius dismounted the magnificent creature, approached his hiding spot, and waited for Remus to appear. To take him home.
Remus told him via owl to wait in their hidden spot, a hidden cave tucked deep inside the forbidden forest. A place they had frequented then they initially began…whatever their relationship had been back then. A relationship full of secret touches, stolen kisses and midnight visits.
He waited anxiously for Remus to come, night turned to day, and then to night again. Just when he began to fear Remus would not come, there it was, the crack in the night air to announce Remus’ arrival through apparition. Their reunion was brief, Remus scanning his face searching for something, he must have found what he was looking for as he confidently stated “come on Pads, let’s take you somewhere safe.”
He tentatively took Sirius’ hand, and with a crack, both men stood outside a small cottage nestled in a rolling set of green hills. The smell of grass and something distinctly earthy rolled over the pair, the wind creating a sharp chill in the evening air and the sound of long blades of grass rustling due to the weather surrounded the men. Remus pulled his cloak tighter around himself and quickly glanced at Sirius, concern evident on his face due to the temperature and him being dressed in tattered prison robes.
Remus opened the door of the cottage and both stepped into a small hallway, immediately Remus flicked his wrist, using his wand to alight the candles in the hallway.
To the right of them, a small front sitting room in brown and red hues, the walls covered in bookcases. A small brown sofa along the far wall, with a maroon armchair to the left of the door. On the wall on the right, a small window with old brown curtains and a pinboard adorned with photographs.
To the left of the hallway a small staircase led upstairs, Remus hung his old cloak over the end of the stair banister.
Remus led Sirius to the end of the corridor, into the small yellow kitchen. White cupboards that needed a fresh lick of paint ran to the left and straight from the kitchen door. Plants littered the windowsill, upon closer inspection Sirius realised they must be used for cooking? Basil, Thyme, Mint and many others where the neat, handwritten labels had worn off through watering and repotting. A pair of pink scissors sat in a small metal pot at the end of the windowsill, he remembered buying them for Remus over a decade ago, he thinks?
“Tea?” Questioned Remus.
With alarm, Sirius turned to face Remus, surprised at the question that had pulled him out of his thoughts. Memories of happier times he had so carefully shoved deep down suddenly were at risk of bubbling to the surface.
“Of course, I haven’t changed that much Moons” Sirius retorted, anything to force a sense of normalcy between the two.
God he had missed his Moony. His beautiful, kind, compassionate and caring Moony.
Remus carefully set two steaming mugs of tea on two mats, on the blue wooden table in the centre of the kitchen. He waved his arm encouraging Sirius to sit next to him. Sirius’ stomach began to churn, he realised then that all he had eaten on the run were small mammals his animagus form had caught. And that was days ago.
“Small sips darling,” Remus murmured, his hand on Sirius’ right arm. Remus turned a deep shade of red as he pulled his arm back in embarrassment.
The warm liquid rolled across his tongue, heating him from the inside out. Sirius took this time surveying his Moony, although 12 years older, he was as beautiful as ever. A constellation of freckles across his face, warm reddish-brown curls across his head and silver scars across his face and neck disappearing below his collar. New lines, new freckles, new scars, new signs of ageing. But the same old Moony, his warm and comforting Moony.
“Pads, you need to eat. I have chicken soup or…”
“Soup sounds amazing Moons, Merlins beard I’d eat that plant on the windowsill if you’d let me!” Sirius moaned.
As the soup bubbled away on the hob, Remus swayed his hips listening to a slow, classical song on the muggle radio and rain that was pattering on the rattling windows. “Eat Pads,” Remus stated as he thrust a bowl of the steaming liquid in front of Sirius, before taking one for himself.
Once the soup had gone, and both men were fed and full Remus looked Sirius in the eye and sniffed. “Pads, you need a wash. The smell is repulsive!” Sirius rolled his eyes aghast, “Rem you have always found me irresistible don’t deny it” before shooting Remus a wink.
Remus took his hand, guided him up the wooden creaking stairs and guided him into the bathroom upstairs opposite the top step. “In” Remus stated before shooting him into the room and closing the door behind him.
Sirius turned on the shower, and stripped off his tattered, grotesque prison uniform. He shot himself a tentative glance in the mirror. Tattoos littering his body, matted black hair tumbling from his head and Merlin’s beard his physique. His arms thinner than ever before, his stomach concave inwards with ribs sticking out of the side. Collar bones pushing forcefully out of his skin and the muscle that once bulked his body out long wasted away.
Sirius stepped under the warm spray and watched years of grime disappear down the plug hole, the water ran black, then brown and finally, clear. The minty smell of his Moony’s body wash surrounded him as he scrubbed until his skin felt raw. Uncapping the pineapple scented shampoo, he massaged the foam into his scalp. Finally, he stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself in a navy fluffy towel revelling in the comfort of the fabric. Remus must have slipped the door ajar as he was washing, a neat set of flannel pyjamas lay just inside the door, under the pile was the large knit jumper Sirius used to wear on the cold winter evenings up in the dorm tower.
The clean, warm fabric clung to his body providing well-needed comfort. It almost made Sirius want to cry, bile filled his mouth and his heart began to race. Sirius wiped his eyes and took a deep breath deciding to search for something to wash his mouth out, he found a new blue toothbrush under the sink and used Remus’ toothpaste, the mint assaulted his tastebuds, revelling in the cleanliness Sirius washed his teeth again before placing the toothbrush next to Remus’ in the pot.
Finally, he pulled on a pair of blue fluffy socks that he must have missed when changing and, with a deep breath, went to open the bathroom door.
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spookeart · 6 months
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Completely unaware of the world around them
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shadyblacklin · 9 months
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sirius: *lying on remus* tell me a secret, moons
remus: okay, listen regulus and james are dating like 3 months
sirius: ...
sirius: well, enough secrets
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moonandthestars003 · 5 months
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nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love mine, all mine, all mine
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vickachicken · 6 months
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James: You’re the most jealous person I know.
Sirius: You know other people?
James: Shouldn't you focus this energy on Moony?
Sirius: No I'm just surprised you know other people
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starsandmoonys · 1 year
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Remus: Have you told anyone we're dating?
Sirius: Yes, I have no self control and I've told the whole school we are.
Remus: No need for sarcasm
Sirius: What sarcasm?
Remus: ...
Sirius: I've told everyone.
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marauderstars · 7 months
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Sirius: Who hurt you?
Remus: What do you want, a list?
Sirius: …Actually yes.
Sirius: Names and addresses.
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adharastarlight · 5 months
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Sirius: would you still love me if-
Remus: yes.
Sirius: I didn't finish
Remus: I'd still love you if you were bald, if you were two inches tall, if you were a worm, if you were a dragon. I'd still love you even if you repeatedly woke me up at 3am to ask me if I'd still love you
Sirius: you would?
Remus: yes, but I also might kick you. Go to fucking sleep
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meteoraart · 1 month
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I haven't drawn in almost a year and CSP makes me cry 🫡
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lulublack90 · 2 days
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Prompt 27 - Expecto Patronum
@wolfstarmicrofic March 27, word count 301
Fifth year was turning out to be more challenging than Sirius had anticipated. There was a monstrous amount of homework, and the wand work had amped up a few notches. 
He was having particular trouble casting a patronus. He was sick of chanting ‘Expecto Patronum’ and having nothing happen. Not even a wisp of a patronus emerged from his wand. 
James had been one of the first to cast the spell successfully. Of course, he had. That boy was happiness incarnate. His stag patronus was so blindingly bright the class had had to look away.   
“You’ll get it,” James wrapped his arm around Sirius’s shoulders, giving him a quick squeeze. “You’ve had a shit time recently. It’s bound to be hard to get a happy memory to feel happy after what your family did to you. Just keep trying. It’ll come eventually.” 
James was only trying to make it better, but he made Sirius feel terrible. He was trying so hard not to let everything that had happened at Christmas affect him. But how could it not?
His own parents had cast the cruciatus curse on him repeatedly until he was senseless. He was lucky he’d been able to escape. 
“Expecto Patronum, Expecto Patronum, Expecto Patronum.” He kept chanting over and over, concentrating on memories of his friends. 
He was about to give up when, as he was chanting the spell the last few times, Remus looked up from his book and smiled at him. Suddenly, a huge ghostly dog erupted from the tip of his wand and bounded around the classroom. It came back to him and sat at his feet with its tongue lolling out the side of its mouth. 
He had no idea what he’d been thinking when he cast it, but whatever it was, it was powerful. 
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julesart04 · 3 months
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WOLFSTAR! ✨🌙 I LOVE THEM AND I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE!
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theprongspotter · 3 months
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Sirius: Must be hard not being able to laugh.
Remus: I do have a sense of humor you know.
Sirius: I’ve never heard you laugh before.
Remus: I’ve never heard you say anything funny.
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forourmoonyyy · 3 months
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“My favourite trope is someone who believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like breathing”
Just say wolfstar damn
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shadyblacklin · 1 year
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James: I've found a Valentine's card in my pocket
Sirius: Yes, I put it there
James: But... Why did you sign it 'from R.'?
Sirius: What?? I- Remus????
Regulus: Yes, I've seen, he did it
Remus: *remember when Regulus made it in front of him* Okay, I did. Do you want to go on a date, James?
Regulus and Sirius: *aggressively jealous* NO.
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