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Wolfstar / 40k words (ongoing) / Rated E
Summary: Psychologist Remus Lupin / Playboy Sirius Black AU
Psychologist Remus Lupin starts therapy sessions with playboy Sirius Black, who's being forced into treatment by his remarkably better centered younger brother after a catastrophic overdose.
Guys I miss coming here :/
A glimpse of you and I
I’m not supposed to put this into words,
To allow these feelings to take shape.
They’ll exist, if I do.
You and I, we should’ve been nothing but a glimpse.
Too late.
You’re here.
In this twist in my gut, in the urge to pick up the damn phone and –
“Hey, is there a chance we can meet?”
You’ve woven yourself into my head.
I didn’t think there would ever be any room for you.
Parasite: here you are, squeezing in, pouring a cup of tea and taking a seat at my table.
I come up with a myriad of daydreams and hypothetical situations,
I’ll bump into you at the market or tomorrow at our friends’ or simply walking down the street.
I dread it. I ache for it.
We’ll climb the hills and kiss in the forest shadows, we’ll go back to where it started and make it right.
I’ll tell you the speech I’ve written with my thoughts and you’ll bend to me, like I’ve bent to you.
Let’s fuck this up again.
Making out in your car, then tangled in your sheets,
Imagination and memory,
What has been and what could be.
God, someone take my phone away,
Fuck, take my hand to walk me out of the car,
Make me breakfast and kiss my knuckles with your eyes fixed on mine.
For me, for me,
Pick me up wherever I am,
Drive miles and miles,
Thank me when I let you.
Touch me like I’m a deity turned flesh,
Take me to heaven — three, four times — before you even consider coming along.
How dare you?
It’s your fingers I think of when he’s touching me,
It’s the way your tongue moves that I try to mimic when I’m kissing him,
You’re here, you’re so awfully here, you swept me off my feet.
I miss the way you hold me in your arms, so strong
The worship of your fingertips when you brush my hair back and the gentleness of your lips when you kiss my forehead.
I am the most precious being to have ever walked the earth when you touch me like that,
When you listen like that,
When you care like that.
If only the heart agreed with reason,
If only I hadn’t had to break your heart.
To my dearly loved, ever appreciated and ever patient “Inevitable” readers:
I’m sorry that I’ve been gone for so long.
I’ve chosen to share the reason for my absence, for the sole reason that you’ve been incredibly supportive of me, and Im endlessly grateful for you.
I’m dealing with the end of a 10 year long relationship. My mind can’t currently deal with anything else at the moment. I’m grieving the life I’ve known for so, so long. I’m facing a path unknown.
Having said this, “Inevitable” is very dear to me and I am very determined to finish it. I will be back, and I’ll be back stronger.
Thank you for your patience. I hope you can understand. Wishing much love to all of you ❤️
— Kat
At this point I don't even know what's fannon and what's cannon anymore
Headcannon that Regulus is a fucking genius with the violin. At first, he liked the logic in the notes and the way he could drift away from Grimmauld Place when he closed his eyes and let the melody guide him somewhere peaceful.
Then he slowly grew to resent it, as Walburga had him playing at every family gathering, under scrutinising, pure-blood eyes, showing him off like a prize on her shelf.
James never heard him play, though he could never grasp why Regulus kept his childhood violin under such thorough care in their bedroom, exposed for only their eyes to see.
“Do you think this is magic?” Sirius whispered one night, their bodies sprawled on the cold stones of the Astronomy Tower, fingers barely grazing. That smallest touch made something bloom wild and unbearable in his chest. Surely nothing human could feel like this. It had to be magic. What else could it be?
Remus turned to him, smile soft in the moonlight, and let their pinkies brush, then twine together. “No,” he said, eyes steady on Sirius’s. “Magic fades. This doesn’t.”
@wolfstarmicrofic | Magic | Word Count: 82
🛏️ Unhinged Things Sirius Does When Remus Is Sick
Acts like Remus has the plague for exactly two minutes. Wears a scarf around his nose like a Victorian doctor, calls it “protection against your werewolf germs,” then immediately forgets and kisses Remus on the mouth.
Demands to know which specific germ infected him. Names it Gregory the Foul and writes a diss track about it on parchment. Remus reads it while half-delirious with fever and gives it a 4/10.
Brings soup. Taste-tests it every five seconds. Burns tongue. Demands sympathy. “I got hurt making you better,Remus. This is a shared trauma now.”
Tries to fluff Remus’s pillow but ends up accidentally punching him in the head. Apologizes by reading him weirdly sensual poetry until Remus begs for mercy.
Knits him a “comfort scarf.” It is six feet long, misshapen, contains a cigarette burn, and one end has a loop "so it can hold hands with itself when you’re not around." Sirius is very proud.
Keeps trying to “absorb the sickness into his own body through the power of love.” This involves lying on top of Remus and chanting, “I am your chosen vessel.”
Remus says he’s cold. Sirius immediately attempts to set the curtains on fire “for warmth.” No one is surprised.
Spends an hour making a dramatic handwritten schedule titled “Recovery Ritual: Sir Lupin’s Glorious Rise From the Ashes.” Includes slots like “Cuddle Nap (mandatory),” “Affirmation Hour,” and “Popsicle Meditation.”
Tries to enforce complete silence for “healing ambiance,” then proceeds to loudly stub his toe, yell at a chair, hum a Bowie song, drop six spoons, and trip over the cat.
Refuses to let Remus lift a finger. “Your only job is to breathe and look beautiful.” Spoons Remus while shouting “I AM YOUR HEATED BLANKET.”
Tucks him in like twelve times. Each tuck has its own speech.
“This one’s for warmth. This one’s for loyalty. This one’s for how hot you look even with a fever—”
Sneaks a thermometer under Remus’s tongue while he’s sleeping. Stares at it like it’s a horcrux. Tells it to “be kind.”
Hears one cough and immediately goes, “Do we need to go to St. Mungo’s? Do we need to summon Dumbledore? Do we need to call James?” Remus: “I need you to sit down.”
Draws little faces on the medicine bottles so Remus won’t be scared of them. One of them is named “Captain Antibiotic.” Another is “Lord Syrupicus.” They have a whole backstory.
Accidentally drinks Remus’s cough potion thinking it’s pumpkin juice. Starts floating six inches above the floor. Blames Remus for “having mysterious, sexy liquids around.”
Keeps a journal called “The Illness Logs” where he records every cough, sneeze, and emotional micro-expression. Writes dramatic entries like:
Day 3. He looked at me. His eyes said ‘kill me’ but his soul whispered ‘kiss me instead.’
Falls asleep ON Remus. Snores directly into his ear. Smells like eucalyptus and desperation. Remus gives up and lets it happen.
jily as my first pride month post … # Shame
feel their Bi4Bi realness while i try to get thru my wolfstar wips
My headcanons about marauders characters' hands
James Potter, Pandora Rosier, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch jr, Lily Evans, Evan Rosier
Wondering why zero muggles were part of the war effort against Voldemort
Like, they were literally the ones being persecuted
Most of them didn't know about the wizarding world, but many of them did know very well, they could've been bloody useful ??
A very random fact, but Reulus', Sirius', James' and Remus', all of their names ending with an 's' is low key funny. Peter, is that why you felt left out and betrayed?
A nightmare for writers
Wolfstar but reincarnation. Over and over again.
And every time, Sirius is the first to remember.
He’ll be walking down a crowded street, or reading a passage in a book he doesn’t understand why he knows, or he’ll hear someone laugh... that laugh, and suddenly he remembers it all. The magic, the war, the way Remus looked the first time he said I love you like it was the most terrifying, most sacred thing.
Meanwhile Remus never remembers. Not at first. He’s always the quiet one, the one who doesn’t believe in fate, who pushes Sirius away because he doesn’t get it, doesn’t understand why this reckless, weird stranger looks at him like he’s sunlight after a thousand years in the dark.
And Sirius? He doesn’t blame him. Because he knows. He knows he hurt him in lives he barely survived. He knows he left him, or got killed, or got bitter, or went too quiet too fast. He knows Remus is always the one left behind.
So he waits. Every time.
He waits through the awkward introductions, through the years of being "just friends," through Remus rolling his eyes and saying, "You’re being dramatic," while Sirius is trying not to say “I’ve loved you for seven lifetimes.”
And one day (always later than Sirius hopes but earlier than he thinks he deserves) Remus touches his hand and flinches. Like something ancient just woke up in his bones.
And he looks at Sirius and says: “You found me again.”
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