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About Me

Hi there, Lulu here.

I do have a real name but I prefer to go by Lulu on here and Ao3 so please use that.

I go by she/he/they. Call me what you want I don't mind. It changes day by day for me in the real world, but my friends and family don't know that.

I'm pansexual but again only a few people know that.

I'm in my 30's but have the maturity of a teenager unless I'm in parent mode when I have to pretend to be a grown-up (It does not last long!).

I am a huge huge huge Harry Potter fan (Fuck JK, she's a dick!) My house is full of so many HP-related items. In fact, I think every room has something in it, thank the gods my husband is also a massive nerd.

In case you can't tell I am Neurospicy. I am in the middle of getting diagnosed with ADHD and by that I mean I am procrastinating actually starting the process.

Now where was I?

Oh, yeah I like so much stuff I can't think what else to put here but yeah Harry Potter, mainly Marauders era but I love anything really.

My fav ships are Wolfstar (I've loved them since I was a young thing and didn't even know it was a thing." Jegulus (My new love.) Dramione (Lord have mercy) Drary (Lord I need more mercy) Pandalily (Meep!) Dorlene (Squeek!) I like Marylily as well but not as much, but I love them when I read them.

My asks are open and you can send me whatever you want, no hate please no one needs that in their life and Tumblr is my happy place don't spoil it.

Things that make me happy

You guys. Honesty it's Tumblr, I've only just really found this and all you amazing people who like my silly stories that I've only been writing regularly since December 23 when I found you all. My husband and son make me happy and so do my dogs and cats. I love watching storms and autumn. I read a lot, I crochet, I knit, I write. I am a huge fan of chocolate. If you give me chocolate I will be your friend.

Music

Bowie. Nuff said.

But yeah I like a lot of different stuff, it depends on my mood as to what I listen to. I drive my husband mad because I like songs by lots of people but I can't remember what they're called or who they're by.

Books

My all-time favourite book will always be Prisoner of Azkaban. It is my happy place.

My house is full, and I mean full of books. I don't actually know how many I have, but last time I estimated I had 500 800 in my bedroom alone. (There are piles of books in every room 😬)

ACOTAR!!!

Also, anything by Nora Phoenix. Her stories are amazing, especially the No Shame series and the Hayes Pack series.

Shows/movies

Harry Potter, The Martain, The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Hunger games, Twilight (Don't judge me they got me through a dark time.), How to train your Dragon, Disney anything, plus others there are so many and I'm bored of listing.

Good Omens, Schitts Creek, Parks and Rec, Bake off, Handmaids tale, It's always sunny, community, Harbin hotel, archer, vampire diaries. Plus more but yeah typing.

Okay I think I'm done but who knows I might add more if I remember.

Love you all

Lulu

xxx

My Ao3 List

These are my fanfics on my ao3

Bitten M- Remus, Sirius and James head to the forest for a fun full moon. Everything is going great until one of them has an accident. (This was the very first fanfic I wrote. It's okay.) Wolfstar.

The Prisoner T- Sirius Black has been wrongly imprisoned for 12 years. He's bided his time, but now it's time to escape and right the wrongs of the past. Wolfstar.

The Prisoner of Azkaban as told by Sirius Black, filling in the gaps starting with his escape from Azkaban. Wolfstar.

The Cupboard E- Hiding from Filch and awaiting rescue things get a bit close in the cupboard between Remus and Sirius. Wolfstar smut one shot. Wolfstar.

Birthday E(I think, I'm not good at telling) Sirius finds Remus alone in their dorm room instead of enjoying the party downstairs. Wolfstar.

The One That Got Away E- James agrees to throw a party at his house. Sirius asks to bring his little brother, how could that possibly affect James at all? Based on the micro fic series I wrote in January. Jegulus. Background Wolfstar.

Where Are My Marshmallows? T - Wolfstar one-shot. Remus plans his camping trip with Sirius down to a T. But when he can't find the bag of marshmallows, he is certain he packed, chaos ensues. Or Remus goes nuts looking for his sweets. Wolfstar.

Love Hate and the Ability to Change M - Sirius is taking Remus to the hosital wing on the full moon and Regulus catches them kisses. After some rather nasty words Regulus tells Sirius something about himself. Wolfstar.

The Way They Were T - While Harry is clearning out Grimmauld Place he discovers that Wolfstar were a thing. Drarry.

The Way They Are M - Part two of The Way They Were. Harry and Draco spend more time together and Draco finds another box for Harry, this time from Remus. Drarry.

The Way They'll Be E - The final part of the Way They Were series. Harry and Draco continue their relationship, and Harry finally gets around to finishing the house and getting all those photos into albums. Drarry.

Secrets and Lies M - What if they figured out who the spy was? or. That time that Sirius and Remus being idiots actually helped. Wolfstar. WIP

Jegulus Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

Wolfstar Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

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Prompt 9 - Response

Wolfstar June 9, word count 230

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Remus and Padfoot followed McGonagall to the top of the stairs.

“Wait here,” she said as she knocked on Dumbledore’s door.

“Come in,” Dumbledore said cheerily, and McGonagall entered the office, leaving the door open so they could hear.

“Oh, Minerva, what a pleasant surprise. How can I help you this fine morning?”

“Albus, we have a situation.” She clicked her fingers, and Remus knew she meant for them to make themselves known.

“Mr Lupin?” Dumbledore said, his eyebrows rising ever so slightly in surprise. His gaze dropped to the bear-sized dog standing loyally at his side, and his brows raised even more. “I have to say, I’m surprised you came here. I would have thought you and Mr Black would have fled the country after your daring prison escape.”

Remus couldn’t tell whether Dumbledore was prepared to listen or was preparing to alert the Ministry, but it was now or never. He took a deep, steadying breath, Padfoot leaning heavily against his leg. He looked Dumbledore straight in the periwinkle eyes and said, “Sirius is innocent. Peter was the secret keeper. Lily and James are dead because Peter betrayed them to Voldemort, and then he blew all those Muggles up before fleeing down into the sewers. We need your help to track him down so we can clear Sirius’s name.”

He finished his speech and waited for Dumbledore’s response.

Prompt 9 - Bisexual

@wolfstarmicrofic June 9, word count 746

“Remus, wait! Where are you going?!” Sirius yelled after his best friend. Gryffindor had beaten Ravenclaw 200-50 and were this close to winning the cup, so Gryffindor were throwing a huge party. He’d had a few drinks, but only enough to make him a bit merry, so when he’d seen Remus trying to sneak off, he’d decided to go after him.

“To bed,” Remus replied wearily, his steps uneven as his sore leg protested the ascent.

“Here, let me help you,” Sirius said gallantly, moving to Remus’s right and hooking his arm under Remus’s.

“I don’t need help, Sirius,” Remus grumbled, but didn’t pull away.

They made it all the way up the spiral staircase and into the dorm room without stumbling once. Sirius was quite proud of how well he looked after Remus.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

“Sirius, I can get into bed on my own,” Remus laughed, extracting his arm from Sirius’s grasp and grabbing his pyjamas from the end of his bed.

Sirius started to follow him into the bathroom, but Remus put his palm firmly on Sirius’s forehead and pushed him out of the room. Sirius waited patiently for Remus to return, well, as patiently as he could. He didn’t know why he was so obsessed with staying with Remus, but it just felt right. He was partly avoiding Mary. They’d split up last week, and she already had a new boyfriend, a Hufflepuff seventh year, and he wasn’t exactly ecstatic that he could hear their mouths moving against each other even over the loud music, so when he’d seen Remus escaping, he’d followed.

Remus emerged from the bathroom, dropping his dirty clothes on the floor by the door for the house elves to collect and then, after a wary glance at Sirius, he got into bed and picked up his book. Sirius stood beside Remus’s bed awkwardly, unsure of what he wanted to do next.

“Remus?” he asked uncertainly.

“Yes?” Remus answered, his eyes still glued to his book.

“Can I hang out in here, with you?”

Remus closed his book on his finger and looked up at Sirius, questioningly.

“Why on earth would you want to hang out in here with me when there is a literal party downstairs? Parties are your favourite thing.”

“No, they’re not!” Sirius protested and, as an act of defiance, crawled into Remus’s bed, stubbornly taking up as much room as he could, so Remus had to move over or risk getting elbowed.

“These beds are not big enough for two!” Remus protested, grunting as he heaved himself over a few inches.

“I disagree. I think they’re quite cosy, actually.”

Remus ignored him and went back to his book.

Sirius lasted a whole two minutes and forty-five seconds before the silence got too much for him.

“What’s your book about?” He asked, leaning over to read the page Remus was on, his head completely blocking Remus’s view. Remus sighed behind him and lifted the book over Sirius’s head and used it as a book holder. “Oi! What am I, furniture?”

“Na, far too noisy to be furniture,” Remus laughed, patting him on the head as he lifted his book to free him. Sirius rolled over, keeping his head in Remus’s lap. They sat there quietly for a few more minutes, Remus’s fingers absentmindedly finding their way into Sirius’s curls and stroking them softly. Sirius’s eyes began to drift shut in bliss. Remus squirmed beneath him, jostling him awake again. He opened his eyes and looked up grumpily at Remus.

Remus was looking down at him with a look he’d never seen on the boy’s face before. His book lay forgotten beside them, and the entirety of his concentration was on Sirius. His eyes flicked down to Sirius’s lips, and Sirius knew what that expression was. It was want.

Sirius’s stomach flipped, and it was such a shock that he bolted upright, banging his head against Remus’s and fell right back into Remus’s lap. They looked at each other, holding their heads and burst into fits of laughter. The moment, whatever it had been, had gone, but Sirius was left with a want of his own. He wanted to find out what Remus’s lips tasted like. He’d never had these feelings for a boy before, but he definitely had them for Remus and, from the way Remus had been staring down at him, he didn’t think the attraction was solely on his part.

Prompt 9 - Phobia

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic June 9, Word count 437

Previous part First part

“Well, night then,” James said to Sirius and followed Reg to the door.

“Oi! What do you mean ‘night then’?”

“He’s sleeping at mine tonight so he doesn’t have to sleep with you,” Reg said, his mouth curling into a proud smirk.

“Nope, not on my watch. These walls are thin, and I refuse to listen to my best friend shagging my little brother all night!”

“Oh, grow up, Sirius. I just don’t want him in the same bed as you.”

“You grow up! James does absolutely nothing for me. I soundly even give him a pity shag.”

“Oi!” James protested.

“Sorry, mate, too many muscles. I like my men leaner and meaner,” Sirius grinned a shark tooth grin, waggling his eyebrows more than suggestively.

“Well, if I knew you were into all that, I might buy you a gag for your birthday instead,” Reg said evenly, but James could see the light of mischief in his eyes.

“OI!”

“Sirius, nothing’s going to happen; we’re just going to sleep,” James said, trying to steer the conversation away from Sirius’s sex life.

“Look, I found one with a bone for the dog you are,” Reg held up his phone, open to a sex toy supply website, showing them a leather gag with a plastic-looking bone connected to the leather straps. Sirius took a nervous step back, his eyes darting around the room, looking for an escape, as though he had a phobia of what the image represented.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!” He thundered before fleeing to the safety of the bedroom and slamming the door on them both.

“That was odd,” James said, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve never seen him react like that before, to anything.”

Reg furrowed his brow and looked down at the picture. James watched him scroll down to the tags and stop. He clicked the screen off before James could read them.

“Come on, let’s go to bed,” Reg said instead, and they left Sirius to it when what James really wanted to do was burst into his own bedroom and find out what had his best friend so full of fear.

Later that night, when Reg was curled up against him and he couldn’t fall asleep, he found the website Reg had used earlier and found the bone gag. He scrolled down to the tags and read them. Bone, Gag, Puppy play. Was that it? Was Sirius keeping a secret from them and was afraid they’d figured it out? He wouldn’t press it, but he couldn’t help feeling the distance between him and Sirius that night.

Prompt 8 - Scooted

Wolfstar June 8, word count 286

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“I – I don’t know how to get in,” Remus said, running his hands over the stone gargoyle who guarded the entrance to the headmaster’s office. Padfoot whined behind him, his eyes looking up and down, trying to figure out the problem.

“Remus Lupin?” A voice behind them made them both yelp. Padfoot scooted behind Remus, whimpering.

“Professor McGonagall,” Remus said, trying to keep his voice even and barely managing it.

“Am I correct in thinking that you are on the run from the Ministry for breaking Mr Black out of Azkaban?” She asked, one neatly plucked eyebrow quirking up as she stared at them.

“Yes,” Remus swallowed. “But he didn’t do what they said he did. Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper. He betrayed Lily and James and blew apart that street and all those Muggles. We’re going to find him and clear Sirius’s name, and once all that is done we’re going to go rescue Harry from Lily’s sister,” he drew in a deep breath after spilling his guts to their old head of house. She’d always been able to draw the truth out of them. To this day, Remus doesn’t know how she did it.

“Good,” she nodded, stepping around them so she faced the stone gargoyle. “Acid Pop!” She said, and the stone gargoyle moved aside, revealing the hidden staircase behind it. “Follow me,” She ordered, and they walked up the steps behind her. Remus turned and watched the gargoyle move back into place, blocking what little light there had been. It dawned on him then that this was their only chance. If they fucked this up, Dumbledore could alert the Ministry to their whereabouts, and no one would ever believe their story.

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Prompt 8 - Pride

@wolfstarmicrofic June 8, word count 391

“Wow, look at them; they all look so good,” Sirius said in awe as they watched the Pride parade pass below their flat. He wanted to join in so badly, but he was too nervous. He was scared that he wouldn’t fit in. He’d liked girls for years and only recently realised his attraction went beyond that. Remus came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close as they both watched the undulating rainbow meandering through the city.

“We could go down and join in if you want?” Remus murmured in his ear.

“What if they don’t think I’m gay enough?” Sirius asked, his worry filling him.

“Literally no one is going to think that. The only thing they’ll be thinking when they look at you is, damn, he’s taken by that equally gorgeous model beside him.”

Sirius snorted, and Remus pinched his side.

“Yeah, okay, we can always leave if I don’t like it,” Sirius said, talking himself into it.

“Exactly. Oh, and I got you something,” Remus said, picking up the bag Sirius hadn’t noticed was beside their feet. Remus plucked a t-shirt out of the paper bag and held it out. It was a black t-shirt with a colourful rainbow heart in the centre. Sirius wrenched his own t-shirt off over his head and pulled his new one on.

“I love it, thank you,” he gushed, reaching up and stealing a kiss from his boyfriend.

“And we’ll match,” Remus winked at him as he pulled his thick jumper over his head and revealed the same t-shirt underneath.

They hurried down to the street and joined the back of the parade.

“Damn, you two into threesomes? Call me!” A man with blue and green dyed hair shouted at them before racing after another guy. “Oi, Evan! Where are you going?!”

Sirius looked down at the card, flipping it over. There was no name with a hastily scrawled phone number.

“I’m pretty sure that was my brother’s mate. Barty Squat or something.”

“Yeah, well, we won’t be needing that,” Remus said, taking the card and slotting it into the next phone box they passed. “He should be more careful giving out his number to strangers,” Remus snorted, and they went back to joining the celebrations, getting quite a lot of nice comments on their t-shirts.

Prompt 8 - Flag

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic June 8, Word count 435

Previous part First part

Reg hung out with them all day. James had been a bit worried that Sirius might get a bit jealous, but he didn’t. James grinned as he watched them interacting over a game of Catan.

“I need wheat; you have like an abundance of wheat. What do you need with all that wheat?” Sirius said, gesturing wildly at the fat stack of cards in his brother’s hand.

“That is none of your business,” Reg replied, his mouth curling up slyly. “Yet,” he finished, and Sirius’s nostrils flared.

“Fine, James, do you have any wheat that you’d like to trade for a sheep?”

“Go fish.”

“That is not the game we’re playing!”

“Go fish.”

“Use the port, dumbass!”

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about the port!”

Sirius finished up his go and then looked over at Reg for him to roll the dice, but he was busy typing on his phone.

“Oi, Reggie, your turn,” Sirius said, tossing the dice in his direction.

“One minute,” Reg answered, holding up a finger without looking up from his phone.

“Oi, we’re in the middle of a game; you can text your little mate when it’s over.”

“I’m looking for your birthday present.”

“Aww.”

“Here, what do you think?” Reg asked, turning his phone.

“It’s a banana.”

“It’s a banana on a flag—the flag of stupidity. I feel like others should know what they’re getting into when they meet you,” Reg smirked.

“Why you little…”

“I’m building all the roads I have left for the longest road and changing all my settlements into cities, and with that…” Reg said as he changed the pieces over and put all his cards back. “I win.”

“Best two out of three?”

“What about Ticket to Ride?” James suggested.

“You’re on! You’re so going down, baby brother!”

Reg did not go down. Sirius lost spectacularly even after pulling a Mrs Wheaton and accidentally knocking all the pieces off the board.

“Uno?”

“Fine, but if you lose, you can go out and collect dinner while James and I stay here and play strip Uno.”

Sirius lost for a third time but cleverly stole all the Uno cards before he went to collect their dinner. That didn’t stop Reg, though, and James was only too happy to go along with his boyfriend’s torture of his brother and burst into fits of laughter when Sirius returned, and they were rolling around on the carpet with their shirts off. Nothing had happened; Reg had been out on the balcony watching for Sirius’s return and rushed to get him and James into position, but Sirius didn’t know that.

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Prompt 7 - Vacant

Wolfstar June 7, word count 222

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Sirius was shivering. His robes were far too thin for the cold morning, and to make matters worse, Remus had only just realised he didn’t have anything on his feet.

“You should turn into Padfoot,” he said, his voice loud in the quiet forest. Sirius stared at him, his eyes a little vacant, but then he blinked, and the light came back. He took another step, his body falling forward into the great shaggy black dog. “Good boy, now let’s find Dumbledore.”

Padfoot barked and took off at a pace faster than Remus could keep up with. “PADS, SLOW DOWN!!!” He shouted into the gloom, but the black dog was gone.

He caught up with him at the edge of the forest, his nose to the ground and sniffing deeply into the leaf litter. “Twat,” Remus admonished, fondly. “Might be best if you stay like that while we walk through the castle.”

The dog rolled its eyes in a very un-dog-like manner, but stayed as a dog and stayed obediently at Remus’s side. Remus took out the map and scanned it. Most of the students were in their classrooms now. The corridors were mostly vacant, and Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk.

They snuck through the castle, up to Dumbledore’s office and then hit a snag. Neither of them knew the password.

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Prompt 7 - Progress

@wolfstarmicrofic June 7, word count 329

Harry hugged him tighter than he’d ever hugged him before.

“Thank you,” his godson sniffled, hugging him still tighter.

“Like I’d say anything. You do remember who I’m married to, right?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow – not that Harry could see it; his glasses were hanging off his ear.

“I know, it’s just, I was worried. You’re the first person I’ve told,” Harry blushed a deep red. “Well, apart from my, erm, boyfriend,”

“REMUS!!!!” Sirius shouted into the house. “REMUS GET OUT HERE!!!! OUR BOY HAS A BOYFRIEND!!!!”

“Sirius for fucks sake!” Harry groaned, burying his head in his hands and knocking his glasses off completely. Remus came skidding into the kitchen and promptly stood on them, breaking the glass into tiny shards.

“Oops, sorry,” he apologised, but easily mended them. “There, good as new,” he smiled, offering them to Harry, who still had his face hidden.

“So, what’s this about a boyfriend? Sirius, you’d better not be mucking about,” Remus said, his voice becoming stern. Sirius held his hands up.

“I swear I’m not mucking around. Our boy has a boyfriend.”

“Do we know him?” Remus asked, pulling at Harry’s fingers. Harry nodded, though kept his face firmly hidden.

“Oh, Godric. It’s not Ron, is it?” Sirius asked, his mouth curling in disgust.

“What?! No!” Harry said, his head whipping up with the same look on his face as Sirius.

“Look, I love Ron; he’s a good kid, but…”

“Yeah, I know,” Harry said, his blush returning.

“Okay, so not Ron, but someone we know?”

“Neville!” Remus asked.

“What? No!”

“Is he a Weasley? Fred or George maybe?”

“No.”

They listed every name they knew, but made absolutely no progress towards figuring out who this mystery boy was.

“Oh, we give up,” Sirius finally said, flinging his arms above his head. “Go on, who is it then?”

Harry took a deep breath.

“You’re not going to like this.”

Sirius felt a chill run through him.

“It’s Draco.”

“DRACO????!!!!!”

Prompt 7 - Gender

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic June 7, Word count 305

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“Oh, I usually just make them in the microwave,” James said as Reg set the pan on the stove.

“Utter heathen!” Reg said, recoiling. James grinned at him. “What?” Reg asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“That’s exactly what my mum says.”

Reg rolled his eyes and whisked his egg and milk mixture together.

“Alright,” he admitted once they were crowded around the breakfast bar, digging into their food. “Your way is miles better.”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll cook your eggs for you next time you want them.” Reg, realising what he’d said, almost seemed to choke on the mouthful of scrambled egg he’d just put in his mouth.

“Reg,” James said gently. “Breathe, love, breathe.”

Reg coughed, scrambled eggs spraying from his between his lips.

“Drama Queen,” Sirius scoffed, covering his newspaper from the onslaught.

“Fuck off, Sirius,” Reg grumbled as he caught his breath.

“What? No. It’s the answer to five down, ‘Someone who is theatrical or overly dramatic, ten letters.’”

“There is no way that is written down there.”

But it was, in black and white.

“Huh,” Reg said, scratching his head. “Fair enough. What’s the next one?”

“Ram’s Gender, 4 letters. Well, that one’s easy,” Sirius said cockily, writing the answer in ink. “Right, last one, and we’re done. Heart of the Lion, seven letters? Hmm.” Sirius chewed the top of his pen as he tried to figure out the clue. “It starts with an R… Richard! Richard the Lionheart! Oh, wait! It ends in an S!”

Reg rolled his eyes, and James figured it out. He reached over and took Sirius’s pen from his hand and carefully wrote the right answer in the little boxes.

“Regulus,” he said, eyes twinkling as he looked at Reg, ignoring Sirius’s annoyed squawk.

“Very clever,” Reg praised him and started to clear away the dishes.

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Prompt 6 - Figure

Wolfstar June 6, word count 480

Previous part First part

Sirius was quiet while Remus put the food back in the basket and called on his magic to make a little shelf to store it on.

“Where are we?” Sirius croaked. He took a sip of pumpkin juice and tried to clear his throat.

“The forbidden forest,” Remus said. Sirius’s eyes bugged out of his head.

“We’re still in Britain?! Remus, we need to get across the Channel and into France. We can’t stay here.” He tried to get to his feet, but Remus put a gentle hand on his arm and pushed him back down.

“We need to find Peter, and to do that we need help. The school’s house elves had already agreed to help us, but we need to plead our case to Dumbledore. For now, we’re safe; we know this forest better than even Hagrid- maybe not the Centaurs, but I bet we’re not far off and… I found this,” Remus took the map out of his cloak and handed it to Sirius.

“The map?” Sirius said, stroking the cover fondly. “How?”

“Stole it from Filch’s office this morning before I went down to the kitchens. I thought it might be useful while we’re staying here.

“Ha, brilliant!” Sirius barked out a laugh.

“I also found these,” Remus said quietly, his fingers already wrapped around James’s glasses in his pocket. He held them out to Sirius, his eyes already prickling with tears.

Sirius stilled as he looked at them.

“It was horrible, Remus. I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing him dead on the hallway floor. He looked so wrong. It’s taken me a while; all that time in Azkaban to figure it out. He wasn’t smiling. James was always smiling, no matter what.” He clasped the glasses to his chest as tears fell from his eyes and he started to rock backwards and forwards.

“We’re going to avenge him and Lily, and then when we’ve cleared your name we’re going to go get Harry for Lily’s awful sister.”

Sirius stiffened.

“Excuse me?” He said, his voice cracking again. “Did you just say fucking Petunia has Harry?”

“I did,” Remus nodded. Sirius’s eyes narrowed.

“We need to find that rat right the fuck now!”

Remus nodded in agreement, glad to see Sirius was getting back to his old self. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!” Sirius growled out, and the map opened for him. Remus watched him scan the map, looking for someone, until he jabbed his finger down on the fourth-floor corridor. “Let’s go see Albus,” he said, folding the map up and handing it back to Remus. Sirius was still wearing his prisoner’s robes and didn’t have any pockets, but he kept James’s old glasses clutched in his hand as he pushed his way out of their shelter and started to walk towards the castle, Remus right beside him.

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Prompt 6 - Orientation

@wolfstarmicrofic June 6, word count 511

“I’m gay,” Remus blurted out as his friends chatted happily in the living room. “I like men. I’m gay.” It had taken a lot of courage for him to do that, but he couldn’t hide who he really was any more.

“Join the club,” Mary laughed. “Sapphic queen over here.”

Remus stared at her with his mouth open. He’d never known.

“Same,” Lily said, raising her hand.

“Same, but also Demi,” Marlene lifted a finger in acknowledgement.

“Pan!” James boomed, looking around the room very proud of himself.

“Erm, I’m not completely sure, but I think I might be Asexual,” Peter said quietly. Mary wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze.

“We’ll help you figure it out.”

“Thanks, Mary.”

They all looked to Sirius, the only one who hadn’t said anything yet.

“It’s alright to say you’re straight,” Lily said gently, her soft smile making even Remus feel at ease.

“But I’m not though!” Sirius said sharply, getting to his feet.

“Sirius?” James said, reaching for his friend, but Sirius shook him off and stormed out of the room and into the garden.

Remus found him leaning against the wall around the side of the house.

“Hey,” he said, leaning beside him and stealing the cigarette Sirius was furiously inhaling.

“Look, I don’t know what I am,” Sirius started, but Remus cut him off.

“You’re you,” Remus told him. “Doesn’t matter to us who you’re attracted to. Just because I came out, and apparently the entirety of our friend group. I mean, seriously, how did I miss that? But, yeah, you don’t need to say anything you don’t want to say or aren’t ready to.”

“I like girls,” Sirius said, snatching the ciggy back.

“Well, we kind of already knew that,” Remus joked, nudging Sirius with his elbow.

“And,” he continued, taking a long drag before blowing the white cloud of smoke out in a long plume, watching it curl its way into the sky. “I think I like boys as well. One boy,” he whispered the last two words, and Remus couldn’t pretend he wasn’t curious.

“You know it’s alright to have those feelings, right? But it’s also okay to never act on them,” Remus felt like he had to tread carefully here.

“That’s the thing though,” Sirius sighed. “I do.” He turned towards Remus, lifting a hand to his face, and a thrill of shock ran through Remus. It was him. Sirius had feelings for him.

“Then do it,” he whispered, and Sirius lurched forward.

It was messy, and their teeth clanked against each other’s more than once, but they were kissing, and Remus was behind ecstatic, because he’d secretly had a crush on Sirius since they were teens. This was magic. He couldn’t quite believe that in the span of five minutes he’d come out, had all his friends come out to him, learning all their orientations, and now he was kissing the man he never thought he would kiss. As far as five minutes went, this was the best five minutes of his life.

Prompt 6 - Closet

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic June 6, Word count 514

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There was a knock at his door far too early the next morning. James rolled out of bed and stumbled to open the door.

“Oh, sorry, were you still sleeping?” Reg said, puzzled. James was usually awake with the sun, and it was ten o’clock.

“Yeah, we ended up chatting a bit before we went to sleep,” James yawned. “Have you had breakfast?”

“Yes, it’s ten o’clock.”

“Shit, really? Brunch?”

Reg rolled his eyes and pushed past James, stopping in front of the sofa and staring at it.

“I’m surprised Sirius is up,” he said.

“He’s not,” James told him, rubbing his sleepy eyes and grabbing the frying pan out of the drawer. He’s still in bed, fast asleep. Do you want hash browns as well?” he asked, looking up, but found the room empty and his door slamming as Reg stormed out.

“What’s up his butt?” Sirius asked, yawning widely, so James could see all the way down his throat. “Ooo, are you making hash browns? Yes, please.”

“Reg!” James called to him through his locked door. “Reg, it’s not what you think!” But Reg didn’t answer.

“Leave him,” Sirius grumbled. “He’s just being dramatic. It runs in the family… and apparently your family as well. James! What the fuck are you doing?!”

But James wasn’t listening as he clambered up onto his balcony’s railing and jumped across to Reg’s.

“Reg?” he said as he opened the sliding door.

"What the fuck?!” Reg jumped from where he’d been leaning against the wall, tears dripping down his face.

“You wouldn’t open your door, and this really can’t wait. Look. Sirius slept in my bed. I honestly didn’t think it was going to be a big deal.”

“Fuck you, James!”

“No, just listen,” James told him. “We’ve shared a bed since we were eleven. Purely platonic. He’s my brother. I swear nothing has ever happened, not even a drunken kiss. Cross my heart.”

Reg glared at him as he took in what James had said.

“That makes this,” he pointed between the two of them. “Totally incestuous if he’s your brother. Which is pretty on par with my family,” he added, his face screwing up in horror. James snorted.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight,” he said, holding his arms open, hoping Reg had forgiven him.

“You, could, or you could sleep here?” Reg suggested shyly as he tucked himself under James’s arm.

“I like that idea,” he beamed, and they went back next door, so James could cook them brunch.

“I’ll go see what we have in the closet.”

“No, don’t listen to your mother! She has no idea what dress will look good on you! Randy, don’t get the ballgown!” Sirius shouted at the TV, hopping up and down on the sofa like a madman, clearly not bothered by what was going on between them.

“Dramatic little shit,” Regulus scoffed, and James burst out into a fit of laughter. They were so much more alike than he’d thought. How he hadn’t realised who Reg was the moment he met him, he’d never know.

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Prompt 5 - Deliberate

Wolfstar June 5, word count 764

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Remus braved the castle. He wished he still had the map, but he supposed it was locked in Filch’s office. Fuck it, he thought and turned away from the kitchens.

It was very early morning, but there were already some students and professors awake; he could hear them moving around the castle. Luckily, he was one of four people, one less now, who knew the castle’s secrets.

Keeping his movements as silent as possible, he crept through the castle, using hidden passageways when he could, and came to the door of Filch’s office. Quietly, he called his wild magic to him, amplifying his wolfier senses and determining that the office was empty.

Quick as a flash, he unlocked the door and slipped inside. He didn’t waste any time and sniffed the air, looking for something with their scent on it. Annoyingly, he found a few. He opened the first drawer, sifting through the contents until he found Sirius’s old fanged frisbee. He shoved it back in and started on the next drawer.

Sadness engulfed him as he pulled out a pair of James’s glasses that Filch had been convinced were fake and concealed some horrid prank. They weren’t. James really was that blind. He pocketed them, refusing to let them sit in a drawer in Filch’s office forever.

The next drawer was more fruitful. Riffling through the rest of the parchment, he found it. He smiled down fondly at the grubby old parchment. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” he said, tapping it with his wand. The adage Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present: The Marauder’s Map, curled across the front as ink lines crisscrossed the rest of the map as it came to life.

Remus pored over it. Dumbledore was in his office. McGonagall was walking down the marble staircase on her way to breakfast. There were new names in their dorm room, and Filch was walking right towards him.

“Fuck!” He hissed, tucking the map into his robes and casting a disillusionment charm over his head. He stood as flat against the wall as was possible and waited, remembering at the last second that the door was unlocked. Somehow, he managed to lock it seconds before Filch inserted the thick iron key into the lock and turned it. Remus held his breath as Filch stepped into his office, Mrs Norris at his heels. The cat paused, looking right at him, her lamp-like orange eyes boring into him. He swallowed and silently slid out of the partially open door, willing the cat not to make a sound. She made a strange huffing sound but decided he wasn’t worth her time.

Remus made his way back to the kitchens, and the house elves were only too happy to make him a basket of food.

“I’m not supposed to be here, but I have no other option. I know it’s a lot, but is there any way you could keep my presence a secret? It’s life or death,” he pleaded with the sweet little elves.

“We not be liking to be keeping secrets, Remus,” one said, speaking for them all. “We knows you is a good boy, a kind boy, but —”

“James is dead. He was murdered by Voldemort, and they think Sirius did it. It wasn’t him. I swear on my life it wasn’t him.”

The elves’ already wide eyes widened impossibly further as they turned to each other to deliberate.

“James Potter was the kindest boy we’ve ever met. We will keep Remus Lupin’s secret if he makes us a promise.”

“Anything,” Remus said, curious about what the promise could possibly be.

“Find the one who did it.”

“Done,” he vowed, and the elves pressed the basket into his arms.

“We bring more food to the forest. Behind Hagrid’s hut. Look every other day, okay?”

“Thank you,” Remus said, feeling more thankful for the kind creatures than he had when he’d been a student here, and they’d supplied all their midnight feasts and parties.

“Be safe, Remus Lupin.” And he left, returning to their shelter where Sirius was just waking up. He handed him a hunk of bread smeared in jam, and a bottle of pumpkin juice to wash it down. They had a supply of food now with no end date; next was to figure out where Peter would have gone, find him and clear Sirius’s name. It was going to be a lot of work, but hard work had never scared Remus, and this hard work was the most important he’d ever done.

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Prompt 5 - Acceptance

@wolfstarmicrofic June 5, word count 485

CW - Homophobia

“Stop it! Stop it!” He repeated, hitting himself on the side of the head with his open palm. “Stop it!” But he couldn’t. Every time he looked at Remus, he wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold him. He wanted to do a hell of a lot more.

“No son of mine will be a homosexual!” His mother had screamed at him when she’d looked inside his head. He’d spent a week locked in his room with nothing but bread and water to sustain him. To this day, he had no idea what she’d seen for her to react like that. He guessed it must have been something to do with Remus, as he was the only one he had these impure thoughts about.

NO! He shouted internally. NO! They aren’t impure! He watched Remus and Lily spinning around the common room as they danced to Sirius’s new record. He smiled at them and found he was biting his lower lip as his eyes followed the sway of Remus’s hips.

A calmness came over him which he slowly realised was acceptance. Acceptance of who he was. Acceptance that he had feelings for Remus. Feelings he’d only had for girls before. Never one to back down from a fight. Sirius jumped to his feet, tearing the memory of his mother and all the internal hatred to shreds as he strode across the room and stole Remus from Lily’s hands.

“Sorry, Lil’s, but it’s my turn,” he said, grinning at her utterly shocked face.

“Fucking finally!” Peter shouted from the sofa by the fireplace. Always the show-off; Sirius did something he’d been wanting to do for quite some time. He stood up on his tiptoes, his fingers curling around the back of Remus’s neck, and slowly lowered his head until their lips were almost touching. He looked into Remus’s eyes, waiting for a cue or something. But then Remus’s hands were tangled in his hair, and their lips met. It was the best kiss of his life.

They pulled away to cheers from their friends and the passing of Galleons amongst them. Clearly they’d made bets. He was surprised, however, when the majority of the gold was passed to Remus.

Remus shrugged. “I know you,” he said simply, and Sirius accepted it, because out of all of them, Remus had always been able to read him like a book, so it was no wonder he’d seen this coming.

Remus pocketed the gold and started swaying them again, leading Sirius across the common room and out the portrait hole and down to the grounds, nipping into the forest and continuing their dancing to the music of the forest. Sirius was so glad that he’d put his shit aside and made a move on Remus because he could tell this was for the long run, and he couldn’t have been happier with the thought of their future together.

Prompt 5 - Deny

@jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic June 5, Word count 196

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James walked back into his own flat with the soppiest grin on his face. He’d completely forgotten that Sirius was waiting for him.

Sirius wrinkled his nose up when he looked at him.

“Please tell me that that is a bruise, and my brother hasn’t just been sucking on your neck.”

James lifted his hand to cover his neck, knowing he looked guilty as hell.

“Errr…”

“Oh my gods, just deny it!” Sirius pleaded.

“Erm…”

“James, that’s a bruise, right?!” Sirius prompted, but James’s brain was stuck.

“NO!” He blurted out. “Reg gave me a love bite!” James ran for it, darting into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. Curse his inability to make a barefaced lie. He checked his neck in the mirror and snorted out a laugh; apparently Reg hadn’t eaten enough at dinner and had feasted on his neck, as there was a little row of purpling marks on his neck. “Little shit,” James said fondly, stroking his neck.

The love bites apparently didn’t offend Sirius that much, as he still curled up in James’s bed that night, though he picked the side of the bed where he wouldn’t see them.

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Prompt 4 - Form

Wolfstar June 4, word count 190

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A carpet of moss cushioned his feet as he entered their new home. The walls and roof swayed with the wind, but kept the cold out. November in Scotland was not for the faint-hearted, and it was only going to get colder as the winter months set in and the snow came. But for now, their little shelter would do the trick.

Remus set Sirius down, using his wild magic to grow more moss and used it as a blanket. Once the door was closed, the space soon heated up. He took off his shoes and cloak and lay down beside Sirius, the moss moving around him until he had a pillow and blanket too, without him even thinking about it. They’d need to find food at some point, but right now, sleep called to them both and Remus didn’t have the energy to fight it.

“I’m going to sort all this out,” he said to Sirius’s sleeping form. “I promise.”

He curled up around Sirius, wrapping an arm around him and tucking his legs behind Sirius’s as he drifted off to sleep. They could start making a plan tomorrow.

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