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[theresthesnitch]

the things unsaid in silence

written for @rsreversebang, with art by @fadingtostardust

Summary: It's been a year since Sirius's return at the Shrieking Shack, and Remus is alone, again, with nothing more than the silence of the cabin as company. However, when an unannounced canine guest comes to join him, Remus may find he has become too comfortable with the things they've left unsaid in the silence.

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[theresthesnitch]

@wolfstarmicrofic Spice prompt 13: Sex Pollen. 298 words.

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Remus should have known better. Especially chasing a lennán sídhe through the Irish woods. The little love fairy is quite fond of using the pollen to trap her conquests. Remus should not have walked through the vines holding the purple flowers. 

Sirius sneezes behind him. Sirius wanted to come with him for this commission, claiming he was bored of sitting at home and watching James fawn over Lily. Remus thought this mission would be harmless. Not that he can ever tell Sirius no, what with fancying him madly. 

Remus feels himself grow hard in his trousers, feels his heartbeat pick up, and the urge to do something about it builds inside of him. He watches the same changes come over Sirius’s face, though Sirius probably doesn’t know why. Sirius’s nostrils flare, his eyes dilate, and before Remus can open his mouth to explain, Sirius’s lips press against his. 

Their hands fly, ripping each other’s clothes off, not even speaking before they end up naked and laying on the forest floor. Sirius summons some lube and coats both of their cocks in it, and suddenly they’re rutting against each other like they’ll die without it. Remus feels like he’ll die without it, without touching Sirius like this. They kiss like it’s the only source of oxygen in the world, hands clinging to each other desperately, until they both come messily  

The tide of need ebbs away as the come cools on his stomach. He looks up at Sirius, expecting to apologize profusely and promise never to do it again, but Sirius is grinning like a madman. “Gods, I’ve wanted to do that for so long. Lucky chance about the sex pollen.” 

Remus looks above him, grabbing another flower and letting the pollen sprinkle down over them again. “Very lucky.” 

[theresthesnitch]

@wolfstarmicrofic Spice List Prompt 10: somnophillia. 299 words

TW: non-consensual somnophillia.

The new potion for Remus’s full moon pain knocks him out like a light, unmoving until at least 8 hours later. Once James and Sirius realize it’s not hurting him, it makes them laugh every time Remus passes out in a random place. It creates some really amusing stories. It’s not until Sirius has to carry Remus to bed that he discovers the other side effect the potion has. That one, Sirius keeps to himself. 

He can’t stop thinking about it, however. The way Remus’s hard cock pressed into his stomach as Sirius carried him just won’t leave his head. The next time, he sneaks back into Remus’s room to pull down his trousers just enough to see that Remus’s cock is massive. That doesn’t help his obsession. 

Finally, Sirius decides to act on it. He waits until James has gone to bed before slipping into Remus’s room. He strips off his own clothes, already stretched and prepped, before he pulls down Remus’s trousers and slicks his cock with lube. Sirius straddles his hips and perches over Remus’s cock, teasing himself with the tip before sinking down on it. 

It’s better than he expected, with just enough stretch that it takes Sirius a moment to adjust to it. Remus groans and shifts in his sleep, but it doesn’t wake him up. Sirius begins rocking, dragging Remus’s cock across his prostate. Remus’s breathing increases, occasionally punctuated by soft moans, but he doesn’t wake up. He’s clearly enjoying it though, or his body is, and Sirius lets that thought drive him right over his own edge. He catches his come in his hand to keep Remus’s clothes from getting dirty, then hesitates as he debates what to do now. 

Hands come up to clench his waist. “Don’t stop now. I’m close.”

[theresthesnitch]

@wolfstarmicrofic spice prompt #7 masks. 894 words.

tw: this one has humans playing as canines. I'm not sure if this counts as bestiality or furries or... something else? It's definitely primal play. Consider this your fair warning.

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The invitation was clear. Put on the mask, drink the potion, and he would fade into anonymity and take on some of the traits of the animal. Remus almost backs out of the whole thing when he sees the wolf mask he was sent, but he’s really been looking forward to this party, and it would be a shame to back out now. 

He puts on the mask and takes the potion, and it works instantly. The ears twitch like his own ears; the eyes see better, farther, quicker than his own eyes; the nose picks up scents that Remus cannot. The rest of his body remains unchanged–the hands and legs and body of a man–but his mind is altered. He can feel the tug on his instincts–something baser, more primal, all desire and instinct and need. It feels nothing like a full moon, which is a relief. It feels like heat pooling in his belly, like a need to find a mate or prey–either would do now. 

The party is filled with animals–people, turned to animals. Maybe he knew them with their masks off, but he can’t tell who anyone is with them on. Remus chooses to leave his chest bare and low slung pants hanging on his hips, and watchful, hungry eyes follow him across the room. 

He ends up in a chair with a sweet, soft Bunny in his lap. Her nose twitches when he takes her hand and pulls them to her, and he can feel her rapid pulse under his lips as he nips her neck. He wants to devour the Bunny, to wreck her and see how much she sings under his teeth.

Remus is just about to make good on that desire when he spots a Dog with black ears and starlight eyes across the room. He leans against the wall with a Cat curled up to his side, but his eyes have honed in on Remus across the room. 

Immediately, Remus’s pulse races–this is different. Not prey, exactly, but mate. There’s a challenge in the Dog’s eyes, a shifting in his knees like he’s ready to run, and Remus takes up chase without a second thought. 

He slides the Bunny off of his lap. She’s snatched up almost immediately by a Hawk that had been circling and trying to steal her away, so Remus is unconcerned with where she goes. The Dog takes off from the wall, dodging through the other animals while the wolf stalks after him. 

It’s a game, a chase. The Dog’s tail is practically wagging, or would be if he’d bothered to add a tail to his costume. Remus is going to catch him; the Dog wants to be caught. It’s simply a matter of how much work it will take to get him. 

Remus follows the Dog through the open door to the back yard, and the Dog disappears. Remus goes completely still and looks around, ears twitching to listen for any sound of the Dog. 

There’s a snapping of a twig just over his left shoulder before the Dog pounces on him, and the both roll in the dirt. Remus turns so he’s face to face with the dog, and the two of them scrabble and scratch until Remus has the Dog pinned on his back, arms over his head. 

There’s a few panted breathes that pass between them as they look at each other, the uncertainty of whether the Dog will continue to fight him, but before he can attempt to roll away, Remus bites his neck with a soft growl. The Dog goes limp beneath him, suddenly submissive, and a light whine escapes his throat. 

Remus releases the Dog’s hands, certain that he won’t move now, and explores his body with his hands and tongue. He rips the Dog’s trousers away, discovering he wears no pants beneath them. He licks up the Dog’s hard cock and swallows it down whole. 

The Dog howls, hand still locked over his head as though Remus did something to keep them there–he didn’t, the Dog just wants to be good now–and Remus rewards him with thick fingers in his arse. He can taste the Dog’s leaking cock when he finally gets him spread open and ready, then flips the Dog onto his stomach before pushing his slick cock in. 

Remus fucks the Dog roughly, thumbs pressed into the dimples on his arse as he rides the dog from behind, fucking like the beasts they are. There are others around who watch, voyeuristic creatures come to see two predators dance, but Remus doesn’t care, and the Dog makes no protest. 

Remus bends over the Dog’s back, with a hand around his cock, and sinks his teeth into the Dog’s shoulder, just before the Dog comes messily in the dirt. The Dog’s climax coaxes Remus’s out, and he pulls out at the last moment to coat the Dog’s arse in his seed. 

The two of them collapse in the dirt like the mutts they are, panting and trying to calm their racing hearts. The Dog pushes up on his hands and knees, crawling over to Remus, and kisses him deeply with a hand on his chest. He bites Remus’s lower lip and tugs. It’s a teasing touch, begging for round 2, and Remus can hardly deny his instinctual drive to take the Dog again. 

[theresthesnitch]

@wolfstarmicrofic Spice prompt: Lingerie. 298 words.

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“Can I take this off now?” Sirius plucks at Remus’s shirt, but he wants to rip it for the way it’s been teasing him all night.

Remus huffs, leaning against Sirius’s chest. “We’re in the elevator.” 

“Don’t care.” Sirius runs his fingers under the waistband of Remus’s trousers, untucking his shirt and touching the velvety underneath. “You’re a tease. Take it off.” 

Sirius figured out as they sat down to dinner that Remus was wearing it, the corset that Sirius bought him almost a year ago. It’s only the second time he’s worn it, only the first time voluntarily, and Sirius had to sit there through dinner, incapable of convincing Remus to take a trip to the loo first. He can’t help the eagerness now. 

“No, I haven’t,” Remus says. When the elevator doors open, he pulls away, dragging Sirius down the hall. 

Sirius grumbles, half a step behind Remus. “I’m going to rip that shirt off of you as soon as we’re through the door.” 

“Not if you want to fuck me,” Remus responds. Sirius whines when they stop at the door. Remus turns and cups his cheek with his hand. “When we go in, you’re going to be good and sit on the couch, or I’m going to make sure you don’t come tonight at all.” 

Sirius buries his face against Remus’s neck with a groan. “You’re so cruel.” 

“I’m not,” Remus says. He turns to slip the keycard into the door. “You know as much as I do that you want to watch me strip out of this until I let you fuck me with the garter belt on.” 

“There’s a garter belt?” Sirius asks, his cock twitching in his pants.

Remus pushes the door open and grins over his shoulder. “Want to find out?”

[theresthesnitch]

@wolfstarmicrofic Spice prompt 2: Thigh fucking. 299 words

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“We don't have much time,” Sirius says. “Not enough to stretch you properly.” 

Remus whines, grinding back against Sirius's cock. “So don't stretch me. I can handle it.” 

Sirius huffs, pressing a kiss to Remus's neck. “And then you'll complain all night about your arse being sore. You know that Effie wants us to go ice skating. Are you going to do that, willingly, after I wreck your hole?” 

Remus grumbles. “Yes.” 

“Liar,” Sirius says, nipping his ear. “Here, I have an idea.” Sirius hooks Remus's leg over his arm, pushing it toward his shoulder. He squirts lube on Remus's thighs and balls, then lays his cock between them before releasing Remus's leg again. “Keep your legs tight for me, love.” 

Sirius cants his hips back and forth, sliding his cock through the slick channel made between Remus's thighs. He kisses Remus’s neck as pleasure starts to build at the base of his spine. 

They really don’t have time to delay, so Sirius wraps his hand around Remus’s cock and strokes him in time with his own thrusts. Remus melts against him, putty under his hands, and he drags out the feeling of it a little longer, just to see Remus like this a little longer. 

Remus comes first, going rigid for just the length of a breath before spilling over Sirius’s hand. Sirius removes his hand from Remus’s cock, resting his soiled fingers against Remus’s hip as he increases his thrusts. Remus keeps his thighs clenched tight until Sirius comes, coating Remus’s thighs and balls in his release. 

“I made a mess of you anyway,” Sirius says, dragging his fingers through the cum on Remus’s thighs. 

“Want to shower?” Remus asks. 

“We’ll never make dinner on time,” Sirius says. “Though I guess if we are a little late…”

[theresthesnitch]

where the falling stars land

fill: Fantasy for @wolfstarbingo2025

The thing is, the moon knows each of the stars in the sky. He has named them and counted them, and he loves each and every one of them. Which means that, when the star falls, the moon knows the moment it happens. He watches the trail across the heavens, marks the spot that the star lands, and watches for him to come home. When the brightest star doesn’t come home, the moon follows him, desperate to see his favorite star again.

Title: where the falling stars land

Creator(s): theresthesnitch

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/69304396

Square filled: Fantasy

Rating: M

Major tags: Romance,

Summary: The Moon knows each of the stars by name, but you can't blame him for having a favorite.

Word count: 1229

[theresthesnitch]

...that it's time to make a decision.

Chapter 10 of a wolfstarbucks omegaverse fic