New Fic alert!!!
I wrote this little fic for Padfoot fest, aiming for cosy & cute. It's a bit like a warm sweet chocolate I wanted to share with you friends, in this late automnal period <3
Dr Black, magical beast healer
Wolfstar. Explicit. 29,9 k words. AO3. Prompt by @magicbeings
Magic AU. Very fluffy. Magic crafting. Magical beast nerdiness. Very unequivocal happy ending!
Summary:
Sirius, almost 40 years old, is a well-established magical beast healer, with a wealthy clientele of magical pet owners. His life is well-adjusted - or boring, as some might say. One day, a peculiar client starts bringing him case after case of magical beings from the forest. The out-of-the-norm cases are now occupying a lot of Sirius's thoughts - or is it rather the lanky wizard in a forest cardigan?
Snipet:
One week after "Mr Fluffy's accident", Mr Lupin was at Sirius's door, holding a distressed bowtruckle against his chest. The wounded bowtruckle was silent and lay languid on Mr Lupin's joined hands. However, a good dozen of other bowtruckles were sitting and clinging to every available surface on the man: his shoulders, his head (holding on to his butterscotch-brown curls), the sleeves of his dark mustard cardigan, the pockets of his faded blue jeans and even on his brown hiking boots. The man was literally covered in little twig-like legs and arms. All the bowtruckles, except for the wounded one, were talking hectically in their own language and creating a racket of chittering and creaks on Sirius's doorstep. "Hi, Healer Black!" said Mr Lupin in a breath amidst the commotion. He smiled apologetically. "Sorry to bother you once again, but I found this wounded bowtruckle in the forest behind my place. His little friends were making quite a scene around him. So I believe it is quite serious, and that they can't heal it by themselves." He looked at Sirius with pleading, warm amber eyes, and added, "I was hoping that perhaps you could help?"
