#wolfstar microfic

[outromoonyy]

​"What do you want for your birthday, Prongslet?" Sirius asked, bouncing Harry on his knee. "A broom? A baby hippogriff? I know a guy. Don't tell your mum."

​Harry looked thoughtful. He tapped his chin. "I want a wedding."

​Sirius choked on air. "A... a wedding? You're five. You can't get married."

​"Not me," Harry scoffed. He poked Sirius in the chest. "You."

​"Me? Who am I marrying?"

​Harry sighed, a long, suffering sound.

​"You and Moony," Harry said like it was obvious. "Cake. Dancing. And you stop sleeping on the sofa."

​"We're just friends, Harry," Sirius tried weakly.

​Harry gave him a look of withering pity. "Uncle Padfoot. You eat off his fork. You pick the onions out of his soup. You steal his jumpers. You turn into a dog just so he’ll scratch your ears. You are not friends. You are... codependent."

​Sirius’s jaw dropped. "Where did you learn that word?"

​"Mummy calls you that," Harry shrugged. "Get married. I want cake."

[siriuslylu]

James: when I get married, all of you are gonna be my best men, I just can’t pick one

Sirius: aw, you’re so sappy, mine’s gonna be Peter

Peter: YEAH!

James: WHAT? What about me??

Sirius: you’re gonna officiate, duh?

James: HA!

Remus: wait, what about me? I’m not good enough to be a best man?

Sirius: no, dummy, you’re the one I’m marrying

Remus: what

James: WHAT

Peter: what??

Sirius: What? Uh, I mean, I’m not, you’re, we- HA, YEAH LILY, I’M COMING, WAIT UP!

[my-castles-crumbling]

the cottage - wolfstar - background jily - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 317

“Four  beds, Padfoot! It says four beds!” James complained, reading off of the listing and rolling his eyes.

“Wait, really? I thought it said five!” Sirius exclaimed, leaning over James and looking at his phone screen suspiciously. 

“No, you idiot. Four. And next time we go on a group vacation, you will not be the one to book the cottage,” Lily reprimanded, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

“Fine. James and I will share, and–”

“Absolutely not! We were already going to share before, that doesn’t solve the problem! And before you suggest it, we are not letting you join us, Sirius,” Lily snarked, grimacing.

He grinned. “You’re missing out!” But it was all a joke. “Fine, I’ll kip with someone else, yeah?

But Remus, Peter, and Mary were all studiously avoiding his gaze. Still, he pouted, eyes wide, until one of them broke. 

“Fine!” Remus sighed, throwing his arms in the air and giving Sirius a death glare. “But if you kick me in your sleep–”

“I won’t, Moony!” Sirius assured him, beaming. “Don’t you worry!”

Quickly, the friends brought their bags into the admittedly-nice cottage, selecting rooms and taking some time to unpack. As soon as the door to Sirius and Remus’s room closed, Sirius turned to Remus, sending him a huge grin. “Hey, Moony,” he said slowly, eyes full of amusement.

Already on the bed, Remus gave a huff of laughter. “You think they bought it?” he asked, lips turning up more as Sirius joined him, straddling his lap.

“Oh, yeah. You seemed right pissed. ‘Oh, Padfoot, I guess I’ll share a room with you for a whole week. If I have to shag you senseless I suppose I will!’ Bloody good actor you are.”

Remus chuckled, grabbing Sirius by the back of the neck and guiding his lips downward. “Anything for you,” he muttered before he claimed his mouth with his own.

[tobeastaryoumustburn]

In third year , Remus decided to blast David Bowie in the common room of Gryffindor , decided to give the wizards and witches a display of what good music taste is.

The next morning , Sirius walks up to him , and says quietly , "I love David Bowie."

Remus , who had been busy in humming one of the lyrics of starman , looks up , a bit confused.

"What ?"

"I said I love David Bowie" Sirius repeats , praying to the gods that the other boy wouldn't see the slight hue of pink on his cheeks

[margovamargova]

*Sirius and Remus at night in bed*

“Are you going to stay up reading for a while longer, Moony?” Sirius asked him with heavy lids.

“Yeah, just a few more minutes.”

Sirius curled up in bed then, giving his back to Remus, “will you pat my back while you read?”

Remus spared him a look, followed by a sigh, “You’re too spoiled,” he said, as he brought up his hand to deliver light rhythmic pats on Sirius’ back, hearing him purr in delight.

“As it ought to be,” Sirius grumbled.

[raindragon-20]

Switch • word count: 202

@wolfstarmicrofic

“Babe, have you seen my jumper?” Remus called from the bedroom. “The grey knitted one with the big sleeves?”

From the kitchen, Sirius, who was only wearing that exact jumper and boxers, replied far too innocently, “nope! not at all!”

Remus immediately sensed the tone. He peeked out, shirtless.

“Oh Pads. switch to this one,” he said, holding a clean dark blue jumper. “That’s the only one that matches these trousers.”

“But you wore this yesterday,” Sirius whined, hair in wild dark waves, looking painfully cozy with toast in one hand and a spoon in the other. “And this one smells like you.” His pout was adorable. 

and Remus, who was absolutely helpless against anything Sirius did, let out a fond, defeated sigh and walked over. He lifted the hem of the stolen jumper and promptly crawled underneath it with his boyfriend.

“Moons, you’re gonna stretch it even more,” Sirius giggled.

“Don’t care. My jumper, my boyfriend, my kisses-all mine mine mine,” Remus murmured, already pressing soft kisses across Sirius’ chest, collarbone, and finally his neck.

Sirius’ arms rose to wrap around Remus’ shoulders. “Love… aren’t you gonna be late?”

Remus kissed right under his jaw. “Don’t care about that either.”

[littleliterarylesbian]

Remus knows what he looks like. His face is lopsided, dragged down by scars, nose a large and ugly thing that's been taking up far more space on his face than it should since he was a baby, eyes too far apart. Thin and lanky limbs, knobby knees and elbows.

He's been made fun of by muggles and wizards both as he's grown up. He's never been someone a person would call handsome or pretty or hot or any of those other words.

But when Sirius looks up at him, laying side by side in the dark of the night, only the stars lighting the room his heart skips. When Sirius reaches a hand, curling it around his soft jaw, kissing the corner of his lips while whispering, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen." with such a conviction in his grey-blue eyes he almost believes it. For the first time in his life, he almost believes it.

Because, for some reason, the flawlessness that is Sirius Orion Black picked him out of everyone else. Sirius looks at him with that look in his eyes like he means what he says. Holds him like something precious. And, maybe, he really is.

[gayeilgeoir]

Boss @taylorswiftmicrofic 285 words, Wolfstar and Jegulus

“I’m sick of him!” Sirius sighed exasperatedly, slamming a white envelope with a broken red wax seal down on the table and flopping angrily into the seat next to Remus.

“I beg your pardon?” Remus asked, picking up the envelope and seeing Regulus’s neat print on the front “What did he do this time?”

Sirius glared at him, arms folded across his chest like a stropping child. He grabbed the letter from Remus’s hands harshly, pulling out the scroll and unfurling it with a flourish. It appeared Sirius Black simply had to be dramatic even when he was utterly irate, he couldn’t escape it. It was his nature.

“Dearest Brother” Sirius began to read aloud, imitating Regulus’s slightly more pronounced French accent than his own “I have recently been told that you have decided to start dating Remus lupin, my best friend. This is truly unacceptable in my eyes, I cannot stand this betrayal. So I have decided to follow in your footsteps. Being told that you’re “the boss of me” and to “emulate your example” was something I had to listen to a few too many times as a child, and I fear it has somehow worn in. This time, I choose to emulate your example, and start shagging your best friend. You truly are a fabulous teacher in the art of being petty Sirius.

I bet Christmas at the potters will be far more interesting than usual now.

Love, your baby brother, James’s boyfriend

Reggie”

“Merlin” Remus laughed, clutching his sides in pain “I fucking love him”

“You’re supposed to be on my side moony!” Sirius groaned, standing up and walking towards the door “I’m going to go set the dungeons on fire”

(Op is under 18)