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I suppose I should go ahead and introduce myself.

I'm RavenclawWitch18, though I usually go by Raven. My full name, however, is what I use on AO3. So if you ever go looking for any of my stories, that's where you'll find them. I'm also still on FF.net, under the same name. Haven't posted anything there in years though.

I'm in my 30s, and as I like to say, after turning 30, I became too old for most people's shit. If you are a grown ass adult, and you're being a troll to people, grow the hell up. I don't have time for you, and your troll comments will only be laughed at before I print them off and feed them to the fire under my cauldron.

I'm in league with @alittlesilhouettoofaman, and together we are the Killer Queens. We have plans to take over the Queen Fandom, and we will achieve our goal. We also have a website, where you can get behind the scenes content of our stories, random thoughts we have as we work together, updates on future projects, and so many more things. Come check us out.

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pride - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 240 - cw: homophobia

“A child at Pride? Awful.”

Sirius had always absolutely hated the fact that protesters were allowed at Pride. He understood the idea behind it–the right to peacefully protest was important. But still, the screaming, angry, sign-wielding assholes reminded him painfully of his parents.

He was usually able to ignore them, though. Until he and Remus brought Harry to Pride for the first time.

Four-year-old Harry, in his adorable little ‘I love my guncles’ shirt, holding a rainbow flag and decked out in so many free rainbows he looked like a walking advertisement for the event.

As soon as the woman holding her ‘Homosexuality is a Sin’ sign acknowledged Harry, Sirius was ready to throw hands. Lunging forward, he glowered, one hand clenched at his side, the other grabbing for Harry’s shirt to pull him away from the woman.

But she continued talking, leaning down to get in Harry’s face.

“Young man, are you scared? I know all of these men in dresses are terrifying, yes?” she cooed, making Sirius growl and Remus start toward her as well.

But before anyone else could speak, Harry wrinkled his nose and said, “Your breath is scary. Did you eat eggs or something?”

The woman’s mouth popped open and Sirius and Remus turned to each other, smiles stretching onto their faces.

“Hell yeah, Haz!” Sirius grinned, high-fiving his godson and scooping him up, carrying him away from the fuming woman, Remus chuckling behind them.

mydearestmoonyy

remus is a real pro at splitting the g

syemoria

as you can tell. i can’t draw guitars… also im here to spread my remus with eyeliner agenda

m1dnightdancer

wolfstar au but sirius is studying in the uk from france and he gets in but his english isnt rly good enough so he has to take english classes w his course

and whos his tutor? remus

outromoonyy

Remus pulling Sirius into the shower after a long night, water cascading down both of them, and washing his hair with careful, massaging fingers. Sirius’s eyes flutter shut, knees weak, because no one’s ever touched him like he’s something precious and filthy at the same time.

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"I just think it's statistically improbable that you don't have a type," Sirius said, dangling his legs over the armrest of the sofa and tossing a crumpled piece of parchment into the fire.

"I don't," Remus said calmly, not looking up from his book.

"Everyone has a type! James likes people who hate him. Pete likes anyone who gives him the time of day. I like..." Sirius waved a hand vaguely. "Well. Anyway. What's yours?"

Remus sighed, finally marking his page and looking up. "Fine. Dark hair. Ridiculously dramatic. Comes with a truly terrifying amount of family trauma."

Sirius went completely still. Remus’s stomach dropped as he watched the gears turn in Sirius's head. What the fuck had he done. Remus stopped breathing, bracing for the worst as Sirius leaned across the sofa, his eyes wide and horrified.

"Merlin," Sirius breathed. "You're in love with Snape."

Remus stared at him for five long, agonizing seconds.

The panic instantly evaporated, replaced by a profound, heavy disbelief. Remus looked into Sirius's wide, genuinely horrified eyes, wondering how it was mathematically possible to fall so desperately in love with someone so incredibly stupid.

He slowly picked his book back up and found his paragraph. "Yeah, Sirius. I am madly in love with Severus Snape. You figured it out. Please don't tell James, it would destroy him."

radicalpeachie

Pulling up to the dog park like this

starcroww

Muggle au where Remus truly can't understand how Sirius finds Remus attractive with his scars, and Sirius then has to admit that he read all of Andromeda's paranormal eroticas at a formative age and now has a thing for werewolves.

outromoonyy

Hc that Sirius stole a ring from the Black family vault before he ran away.

It’s heavy, goblin-wrought platinum with a black stone. It’s old magic. It’s meant for the "consort of the heir."

He carries it in his pocket for months. He tells himself he’s going to pawn it for firewhisky money.

But he never does.

On Remus’s 17th birthday, they are sitting quietly. Remus is picking at a new scar on his knuckle, looking at his own hands with that familiar self-loathing. He whispers that he hates them.

Sirius watches him. He feels that surge of protective anger. He wants to prove Remus wrong. He digs into his pocket, pulls out the heavy ring, and holds it out. "Happy birthday, Moony," he says, trying to sound casual.

Remus looks up, completely surprised by the sudden gift, but he tentatively reaches out and takes it.

He puts it on his thumb because it’s too big for his finger. He smiles. "Thanks, Pads."

Sirius watches the ancient Black family heirloom sitting on the hand of a half-blood werewolf. It’s the ultimate blasphemy against his parents.

And Sirius feels a surge of dark, intense pride. He’s wearing my ring.

He realizes he didn't steal it to sell it. He stole it to claim him.

allrightevanss1123

I personally don't have any problem with Lily taking James's surname, becoming Lily Potter, and completely dropping Evans. It was 1979, she grew up in a budding war atmosphere as the marginalized, and the Potter name was strong.

You can't dismantle someone's feminism or strength — and call them a tradwife — just because they chose the safer option and used her partner's institutional privilege to protect herself.

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sirius inviting remus over for a date night and ends up getting fucked hungrily on the counter by remus (and let the dishes burn)

piagnucolona

remus telling sirius no because he's busy/studying/reading and sirius just gets closer and looks up with his criminally huge eyes and says, "moony, i need you" and remus crumbles into bits

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@wolfstarmicrofic | Asexual | Word Count: 402

Seven Minutes in Heaven.

"Remus and Sirius!" Marlene’s voice shouted over the loud music of the party, followed by a chorus of rowdy cheers.

Sirius was practically shoved through the door of the broom cupboard, Remus stumbling in right beside him before the lock clicked shut.

The cramped space was plunged into pitch darkness.

"Lumos," Remus murmured. He leaned his shoulders back against the wall, offering a comfortable, easy smile. "Well. We don't have to do anything, obviously. We can just sit here and wait it out."

Sirius leaned against the door, slipping his hands into his pockets. He just looked at his best friend.

This was it. The locked door, the tight space, the boy he was utterly, hopelessly in love with. It was the perfect, cliché setup to step forward, push Remus against the wall, and do exactly what everyone else was doing at the party.

But standing there under the warm wandlight, Sirius realized the thought of making out heavily, of wandering hands and the frantic, sexual heat everyone else chased, just left him feeling completely disconnected. He didn't want to unbutton Remus's pants. He didn't want the hunger or the rush.

Did he want to kiss him? Yes. Absolutely. But not like this. Not forced by a stupid party game and a ticking clock. He wanted their first kiss to happen entirely naturally, in a quiet moment that belonged only to them.

Right now, all Sirius wanted was to hug him. He wanted to squeeze just that little bit tighter so Remus knew he was there, and that he was entirely, unconditionally loved.

"Sirius?" Remus asked softly, his smile faltering just a fraction at the long silence. "Are you alright?"

Sirius pushed off the door, closing the tiny gap between them. His chest felt incredibly light.

"I am," Sirius said, his voice quiet. "I just don't want to play the game. Can I just hold you?"

Remus’s shoulders relaxed instantly, a look of absolute, tender understanding washing over his face.

"Of course," he whispered.

Sirius stepped forward, wrapping his arms securely around Remus’s torso and burying his face in the warm, familiar wool of his jumper. Remus’s free arm immediately came up to wrap around his back, holding him safe and solid.

Sirius closed his eyes, breathed in the scent of him, and squeezed just that little bit tighter. It was exactly what he wanted, and for now, it was perfectly enough.