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Sometimes, despite really trying not to, Remus finds himself stuck in his head in a dark, tight box with everything that’s wrong with him staring straight at him, holding his gaze and never blinking away.

Remus doesn’t like going there because there isn’t a shortage of things that are wrong with him, and if he starts picking at them, they’re going to pick right back, teeth bared and everything.

Remus tries not to think about being a werewolf while he’s stuck in Divinations trying to come up with dreams to fill his sleep journal. He tries not to look too closely at his scars, the old and the strikingly new, when he sees his reflection on the glass-top tables in the Great Hall during breakfast. He tries not to feel so small and weak when he wakes up after the full moon, bruised, bloody, and achy, confined and almost imprisoned in his freshly human skin and bones.

It generally works, the side-stepping, until it doesn’t, and he has to deal with the downfall.

“Remus?” Sirius asks, soft and sweet, and Remus’ heart hurts with how much he wants and doesn’t deserve Sirius at the same time.

Remus hums, trying to focus on the book in his lap. It’s a rather tragic novel. Also, Remus is trying not to cry, but that’s besides the point.

“Are you sad?” Sirius asks, rather bluntly. He is sitting next to Remus, crosslegged on the yellow-carpeted, soft floor of the Hufflepuff common room with his own book in his lap.

Remus likes spending evenings in the Hufflepuff common room, especially when he feels like the big scary monster that frightens all the villagers in the different stories his mother used to tell him when he was younger. The Gryffindor common room is his home, always, but the Hufflepuff common room is charmed to be continuously drenched in golden-hour sun, irrespective of the time, and it smells of cinnamon and soft cashmere. Remus is also always welcome. Sirius tags along sometimes.

Remus snorts despite himself. “Yeah.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Sirius says, eyes a little wide. “Do you want to solve a cross-word puzzle?”

Remus looks as Sirius, slightly startled. “What?”

“Or go over the names of the 27 bones of each hand?”

“Why would I–”

“I don’t want you to be sad, ever, Remus,” Sirius says earnestly. “Do you want to make banana bread?”

“You’re allergic to bananas,” Remus says.

“You’re not,” Sirius shrugs. “We could go to the owlery and feed all the owls.”

Remus blinks, and even though he’s still rather miserable, he smiles. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to get to an antidote of sad,” Sirius says, smiling and cocking his head to the side. “How do you feel about changing the furniture arrangement in our dorm room?”

“Why would we do that?”

“For a change in scenery,” Sirius says, then his eyes brighten. “Speaking of a change in scenery, let’s go to the beach.”

“In January?”

“Or the lake in my parent’s backyard. It has the clearest water you’ve ever seen, Remus, and a pair of really pretty Koi fish. We’d have to sneak in, though.” Sirius’ smile is all teeth. “You know, what with the being burnt off the family tapestry and all.”

“I think you’re my antidote to sad, Sirius,” Remus says because the Hufflepuff common room makes wearing your heart on your sleeve as easy as breathing. Easier than, even.

Sirius looks at Remus in a way that makes him want to avert his gaze but also never look at anything other than Sirius’ stormy eyes ever again. Remus remembers that he’s a Gryffindor and decides to hold Sirius’ gaze.

“You can tell me what’s making you sad, you know, and I can incinerate it for you,” Sirius says.

“Incinifrate is such a specific word,” Remus says, snorting. “I think all I want is to hold your hand, though.”

Sirius' hand is in Remus’ in an instant. “Do you want me to read your book to you?”

Remus isn’t sure why he’s suddenly crying but it feels so good to finally let a few tears trickle down his face. Sirius wipes them gently with the sweatshirt sleeve of his other hand. “I don’t think so. It’s too depressing.”

Sirius laughs. “You’re too pretty when you cry, Remus. I can read my book for you.”

“What’s it about?”

“Renaissance art.”

“Like you?”

“Like you,” Sirius says, then sighs. “How did you come up with that on the spot?”

“It’s so easy because you’re gorgeous,” Remus says. “Also, this damn common room.”

“Ah,” Sirius says, nodding. “Everything is easier when you’re sitting under the magic caramel sun, right?”

“Yes.”

Sirius kisses Remus’ cheek. “Everything is easier when I look into your magic caramel eyes, Remus.”

Remus rolls his eyes, and his human heart skips a beat. And maybe he’s not the monster under the bed or in the corner of the heroine’s eye. Right now, he’s as human as he thinks anyone could be, feeling bashful and feigning annoyance, and so in love he’s choking on it, a little. “You suck, Sirius.”

Sirius smiles. “I love you, Remus.”

#sad boi hours #but also hopeful boi hours #one last thing: the Hufflepuff common room #i rest my case #<3 #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar #wolfstar drabble #marauders era #self deprecating thoughts #my writing

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my daily affirmation as an author

moonfloured

The morning after the full moon🖤

#tw blood #<3 #wolfstar fanart

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I love the headcanon that Lily was good at Potions because it’s the most "Muggle" branch of magic. It’s chemistry. It’s logic. While purebloods were waving wands and relying on intent, Lily was applying scientific method to brewing. She understood the why and the how, not just the magic. She brought reason to a whimsical world.

#Lily <3

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"You're staring at my hands," Remus said, not looking up from his book.

Sirius, who had been tracing the veins on his own hand, flinched. "No. Just... thinking."

"About what?"

"I have my father's hands," Sirius said, his voice quiet and tight. "And my mother's eyes. It's... it's all in there, Moony. The madness. The cruelty. It's just... waiting."

Remus put his book down. He reached out and took Sirius’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

"Is that so?" Remus said, his voice calm. He raised their joined hands. "Well, these hands? They learned an Animagus transformation to help a friend. They pull me back from the brink every month and they heal my wounds every time I hurt myself" He squeezed. "They're the only hands that have ever felt kind."

He met Sirius's haunted gaze. "So, you can have your father's hands. I don't care. Because you're using them to be the best man I've ever known."

#this punched me in the GUT #wolfstar microfic #fic rec

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September Microfic Prompts

All aboard the Hogwarts Express! It's time for a new school year, and what better way to start the year than to learn about the castle, one microfic at a time. Think you can draw your own Marauder's Map with a little help from our favorite mapmakers?

Well, grab a quill and parchment, pick a prompt, make some mischief, and don’t forget to Keep It Mini! Tag us, and we’ll reblog it for you.

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Do you think James is ever jealous of Remus because he fell in love with Sirius who got out of the Black family, but James is in love with the one who stayed

#ow #james potter #remus lupin

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thinking about the Lupins doing everything to figure out ways for them to spend the full moons with their baby; gloves and vests for dangerous work, protective spells and runes stitched into the thick garments, toys to chew on to stimulate him and eventually make him a sleepy but happy little puppy

baby Moony napping on Lyall’s chest, safe in his arms

a bit bigger he’s curled up by Hope’s hip with his head in her lap, so content about the fingers scratching softy behind his ears

#<3 #remus lupin

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August Prompts

The boys are on summer break, and so are we. 🌴🌴🌊🏖️🍹Sit back on our cozy little beach and sip away your worry. What beats writers block better than a little sea breeze? Nothing if we have any say in it.

Grab yourself a fruity drink and pick the best lounge chair. Let the sand between your toes and the sun on your skin get you all warmed up to write some wolfstar, and don’t forget to Keep It Mini! Tag us, and we’ll reblog it for you.

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Ancient (June 28th)

Word count: 626

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Remus laughs suddenly when Sirius hands him his nightly cup of hot chamomile tea.

Sirius raises an eyebrow. “Is there something wrong with my face?”

Remus shakes his head, still laughing softly. “No. Unless you consider your face being renaissance-painting gorgeous to be something wrong with it, in which case, yes. There is definitely something wrong. Thank you for the tea, darling.”

Sirius sometimes feels like there are things in his life that he doesn’t really deserve. Remus, all lovely and flirty on a Wednesday night, is one of those things. He kisses Remus' temple and sits down next to him on their mammoth of a comfortable couch.

Both Sirius and Remus are done with their day. This is how Sirius thinks about it. They woke up really early in the morning to run and have breakfast together before going to work. Sirius to St Mungo’s hospital for a ten hour (rather uneventful) shift and Remus to their local muggle college to teach his summer Elizabethan literature class. They met at a restaurant afterwards to have dinner and now they’re home. This is the least eventful part of their day. It’s also Sirius’ favorite; the chamomile tea (that he makes and Remus drinks every single night), their warmly lit living room. The stupidly huge grey couch and the soft radio. The books that Sirius has time to read and the shows that Remus watches.

“You’re renaissance-painting gorgeous, Re.”

“No, you are,” Remus says, then he starts laughing again. “I don’t know why I’m so– it just occurred to me how absurd this all is, considering.”

“Considering?”

“I never thought I’d have something as sweet as this,” Remus says. “I think I may be a little loopy because of the moon but– sometimes it just floors me, how lucky I am.”

Sirius smiles because he was just thinking that. “What do you mean you're loopy because the moon? Re, you cannot use that as a constant excuse. The full moon is almost a month away.”

Remus grins. “I am affected by the moon throughout all her phases, darling.”

Remus takes a sip from his tea and returns to reading the lesson plan in his lap. Sirius looks for the book he’s been reading for the last few days for something to do with his hands.

“I get what you mean,” Sirius says after a while, still not finding his book. A few lifetimes ago, he would’ve been okay with just saying something quippy in response to what Remus said and letting it go. Not now, though. “I sometimes wake up from nightmares where I lose this– you, our friends, our life, and I don’t think there could be something more miserable.”

“Aw, Sirius.”

“But how lovely is that?” Sirius asks, taking Remus’ face gently in his hands. “How lovely is it that the worst thing I can think of happening is losing the things I already have?” Sirius kisses Remus’ nose and cheek and eyelashes.

“Pretty damn lovely, darling.” Remus looks at Sirius and he smiles like he’s on the edge of invention. It’s the prettiest thing Sirius has ever seen.

Strangely, Sirius thinks about his parents. He doesn’t think about them much. Nobody in his noble, most ancient Black family house decompressed after a full day in the living room. In the 16 years Sirius lived in that house, he doesn’t remember spending a single evening outside his room. He doesn’t think his parents ever had dinner together.

It’s all rather bleak. Sirius decides to stop thinking about it. And maybe have lunch with Regulus tomorrow because Regulus is the only good thing he has from that place.

Sirius finds his book under a cushion. He rests his head on Remus’ shoulder and begins to read.

#Thinking about the life these two would build together feels like a hug actually <3 #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #healer!sirius #professor!remus #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar drabble #wolfstar fluff #my writing

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lily <3

i love her sm

#lily evans fanart #<3

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remus lupin chronic pain haver. remus lupin cane user. remus lupin sometime wheelchair user. remus lupin with arthritis, perhaps?? remus lupin with EDS, perhaps?? either way, always, DISABLED REMUS LUPIN.

peter decorated remus’ first cane (a kinda crappy metal one) with stickers and doodles, which made remus smile every time he saw them. the boys commissioned a lovely handmade wooden one for remus for his birthday a few years after. sirius learnt woodworking solely to be able to repair/make canes for remus. james bought him some good quality finger splints because of his arthritis, and continues to replace them as needed, or buy him pretty ones for events. the boys have supported and always will support remus!!!

#yes #disabled remus lupin

Knight (June 23rd)

Word count: 910

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It must say something about how Sirius has spent the last few months that regularly talking and eating with the enchanted knight armour in one of Hogwarts’ dark corridors is not even the saddest thing he’s been doing.

Sirius doesn’t even have mind space to think about how sad it is at all. Most of his mental power is spent thinking about ways to fix the worst thing he’s ever done, which turns out to be rather time and mind consuming.

Who would’ve known.

“Not this foolery again,” says the knight instead of ‘Hello.’ Sirius isn’t sure how an enchanted object can sound so disappointed but Orion’s tone can even give Walburga a run for her money.

Yes, he named the armour after his father. He doesn’t have the time or mental capacity to dissect that, either.

“I know me eating dinner with you is the most fun you’re had in however long you’ve been a sentient armour, so you can can it.” Sirius sits cross-legged on the floor, his back leaning against the hard and always suspiciously damp cobblestone wall. He starts eating one of the many sandwiches he got from the kitchens.

He’s made friends with the kitchen house elves, as well. Sirius has never made this many friends in such a short time. He also doesn’t think he’s lost this many friends in such a short time, either, so maybe everything cancels out.

“I can can it?” Orion scoffs. “Whatever does that mean?”

“It means to stop talking,” Sirius says, mouth full. “We can have a pleasant conversation if you want to, Orion, but no condescension or disdain, please.”

Sirius isn’t sure how a metal armour is able to frown, but Orion does. “That is not my name. My name is Sir–”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sirius says, opening a purple juice box. Who knew the kitchens had muggle juice boxes?

Orion’s frown deepens. “May I ask you a question?”

Sirius nods, taking a sip. “Whatever you want, babe.”

“Why are you here?”

Sirius continues drinking for a little while. Why is he here? He thinks for a moment, then with surprising honesty he says, “Because I’m lonely.”

Orion, ever the empath, snorts. “Lonely? Surely you can find better ways to spend your time, find better company to spend your time with.”

In for a penny and all, Sirius says, “I don’t really deserve better company. No offense, Orion.”

“That is not my name. Who is that?”

“It really does say something about the kind of friend James is that I’m the one that has to avoid his company after what I’ve done,” Sirius says, ignoring Orion’s remark. “I wouldn’t even look in my direction had I been James, after what I’ve done, and yet–” Sirius blinks quickly a couple of times. He will not cry all over his dinner.

“James is the kind of friend that you max out all your wonderful friend credit when you get, is what I want to say. And the fact that he still even talks to me after– he asks if I’m okay when we’re walking in between classes or he makes sure that I’m eating–” Sirius shakes his head. He can’t really talk anymore, so he takes a big bite of his sandwich and pretends that he’s not crying.

“Oh, the melodrama. Who is this James?” the armour asks. His tone is different, though, and after a few beats, he asks, “What have you done?”

Sirius smiles while crying. “I was cruel and unkind. Not intentionally. But I used something a friend told me in secret against them to, I don’t know, get the upper hand in a conversation? Pull a prank? I don’t know.”

Orion is quiet for a while. “That doesn’t sound too awful. It is an awful thing to do to a friend, but it surely isn’t the end of the world, is it?”

Sirius thinks about how Remus looked at him while he was explaining what had happened. How it would’ve been marginally less painful to give Remus a knife and tell him to carve Sirius’ rotten, rotten heart out as atonement. One of the things Sirius doesn't let himself think about much these days is Remus. Mostly because he’s a coward who cannot think about how much he hurt the person he loves like nothing else in this world, and how easy and vindictive it felt telling Snape how to get past the–

Sirius wipes his eyes. “Sure.” He thinks he’s met the ‘baring out his soul for the world to see’ quota of the day.

“Have you tried apologising?” Asks Orion.

Sirius snorts. He won’t even dignify that with a response. “Tell me, Orion, do you ever get tired of standing up all the time?”

“That is not my name,” Orion says, and it seems that any and all sympathy he felt for Sirius is now gone. He doesn’t say anything else.

Sirius drinks from his juice box and wipes his eyes again.

He has to make this better, and he knows that it will be for his own sake, which makes him all the worst kinds of selfish and horrible, but he has to make it better. And he will find a way.

He rests his head back against the scratchy wall. Later, he will find a way to make this better. Now, he’s going to close his eyes and try not to notice his lungs collapsing under the weight of everything on his chest.

#I actually made myself so sad writing this it's not even funny #the prank tm #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #remus x sirius #wolfstar angst #marauders era #angst #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #oc #mentions of violence #my writing

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walburga black didn't have a favourite child. she hated them both equally (this is a lie)(her favourite was sirius)

#oops #marauders era #walburga's a+ parenting

Enchantment (June 22nd)

Word count: 585

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Not to be dramatic or anything, but Sirius thinks that if he dies right this instant, he would die happy.

“I’d die happy if I died right now,” he says, taking a bite of his homemade chocolate cookie ice-cream sandwich. Life is great.

Remus’ eyes are a little wide as he snorts. “What the fuck, Sirius.”

“It’s a good thing.”

“Sure,” Remus says. He takes Sirius’ hand. “Let’s talk less about death while we’re on a date, love. It dampens the mood.”

“A date on the beach,” Sirius says, grinning. “With the prettiest person ever. In the summer. Is this what James would call a ‘picture perfect movie moment’?”

Remus grins. “Hell yes.”

“Summer was never fun for me,” Sirius says. It’s a little muffled because he’s eating but he doesn’t think he can say this with a clear voice, anyway. “I used to hate summers so much at home. But they’re great. I love them. What could be better than spending my summers with you, all sun-kissed and freckled? Also, shorts. You should always be wearing shorts, Remus, your legs are wonderful.”

“You’re making me blush, pretty boy,” Remus says, and it’s a little sarcastic but also a little sincere. He kisses Sirius’ cheek.

The air around them is cool and salty. The sun is setting so the sky is purple and yellow and orange. Sirius makes a grabby hand gesture at Remus. “Give me the camera. Let me take a photo of you and the beach sunset.”

“Merlin,” Remus swears gently, but hands Sirius the camera anyway. “You’re extra sentimental today.”

“It’s the stupid photogenic beach.”

“Can a beach be photogenic?”

Sirius nods.

Remus looks around for a little bit. “You know, normally I’d argue but this is a damn gorgeous beach.”

Sirius snaps the photo without warning Remus first. “And a damn gorgeous you.”

Remus looks at Sirius, exasperated and sweet at the same time. “You could’ve told me to smile.”

“Be cool. It’s a candid.”

Remus snorts. “Sure. Do you see that old lady?”

Sirius looks at where Remus is not-so-desecretly pointing. He sees an old lady with waist-length white hair and a pretty flower necklace around her neck. “She looks very cool.”

Remus nods. “Yeah. She’s our resident town witch.”

“Really?” Sirius asks, ecstatic. “I never knew you had magic friends before Hogwa–”

Remus shakes his head. “She’s not a witch witch.”

“What does that mean?”

Remus shrugs. “She’s not a witch like how Hogwarts has witches. But she gives out pretty crystals and promises to cast enchantments that get rid of your acne before your school dance.”

Sirius smiles. “Does it work?”

“I’d like to think it does. My mom used to get me this potion every month near the full moon that Miss Morgana said eased joint pain. It totally helped, even if only in my mind.”

“Miss Morgana has a witch’s name, if nothing else,” Sirius says, kissing Remus’ temple. He doesn’t like thinking of Remus alone during a full moon, ever.

“Yeah. I don’t think our magic is the only magic there is, for the record,” Remus says.

Sirius kisses Remus’ temple again because how could he not? “You’re extra sentimental today,” he parrots.

Remus smiles. “Damn photogenic beach.”

Sirius smiles right back. The photo in his hand has finished developing and it is the single most captivating thing he’s ever seen. What a wonderful life, Sirius thinks, deciding he won’t be happy to die right now, only because he’d much rather stay alive, with Remus.

#i love them sm 😭#remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #marauders era #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #beach #witches #my writing

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