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12/09/2025, @wolfstarmicrofic, prompt 12 -moving staircases, word count: 292

No one can quite agree on the exact moment Remus fell in love with Sirius.

Peter’s sure it was the day Sirius told them they had become Animagi. “It was very cute,” he smiles. “You looked ready to fall to his feet.”

Mary believes it was just innate. “I mean, you two are quite literally made for each other,” she says, much to Sirius’ delight. “It’s sickening. That’s how it’s always been. The sun rises, the earth rotates, Remus loves Sirius. It’s just the way it is”

Marlene’s version of the story is quite unremarkable. “Once in fourth year, Sirius nearly tripped over the edge of the moving staircases, but he played it off like he did it on purpose like the most obnoxious fool ever.” Sirius shoots a pillow at her. “I saw Remus with glazed eyes like he’d seen the most amazing thing on the planet. I remember feeling hopelessly sorry for both of you.”

Lily got to see Remus come to terms with it. “I was literally counseling this manchild. Sirius was dating some random girl and Remus was having a mental breakdown. I had to hold his hand and guide him through it and explain he’s jealous. Naturally, he burst into tears, fled to the dorm, and didn’t resurface for like 20 hours.”

“16,” Remus mutters as all their friends laugh uproariously. “Don’t exaggerate.”

James’ version though, is the one that Remus likes best. 

“Today,” he says simply. “You got to hear from everybody else every single time they saw you fall for Sirius, and you’re getting to fall in love with him all over again just by revisiting those memories. That’s what’s so special. Falling in love isn’t one moment you freeze, it’s something continuous and endless. That’s the beauty of it.”

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09/09/2025, @wolfstarmicrofic, prompt 9 - history of magic classroom, word count: 299

“When did you know? That you fancied me?”

“I’ve been waiting for that question forever,” Sirius complains, making Remus laugh. Ever the romantic, he’d imagined endless ways he’d be asked this, when they’re dancing under stars or having a picnic by a sunset, so in love it’s disgusting. 

“History of Magic classroom, circa 1975. You’d started prattling about how the Ancient Witch Burning really began as a Medieval pride march and our books are just homophobic, then you veered off to how we’re taught that Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff were ‘just friends’ when in fact, love letters had been discovered, and our curriculum will not say so, because, I’m quoting you here, ‘it’s sooooooo platonic to praise your best friend’s “milky white thighs” and “lips of a crushed bloodrose””

“I was giving you a hint!” Remus interrupts. “You kept going on about how nice I looked in That Jumper and telling James how I’m such a good ‘friend’.” 

Sirius crosses his arms. “Come on, it wasn’t like I knew what was happening, you were seducing me with gay history. My face got hot and I was staring like you invented love as a concept.”

A blush creeps up Remus’ neck. “That’s not true.”

“Fuck you, I heard Marlene that afternoon,” Sirius grins. “Did she really say I looked at you like you were my ‘firewhiskey angel’?”

Remus covers his face. “I told her to keep it down.”

“But was she wrong?” Sirius leans in close enough to count every freckle. “I should call you that.”

“I’ll break up with you,” Remus threatens.

“Oh but you wouldn’t, my firewhiskey angel,” Sirius swoons, warm, warm, warm. Warm when Remus begins laughing, warm when he’s pressing kisses all over his face, warm when he whispers “I love you,” into his mouth. 

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15/09/2025, @wolfstarmicrofic, prompt 15 - the pumpkin patch, wolfstar raising harry au, word count: 281

“I’m gonna do it.”

Harry looks up intently. “Do what?”

“Propose to Remus.”

Harry stares. For a second, it doesn’t register. Then he wraps his head around the word propose, as in getting down on one knee with a ring kind of propose. But…how?

“Wait…you’re not married already?”

A small smile flickers on Sirius’ worried face. “No smartass. It’s just been legalised last year.”

“So?” Harry scoffs, lighting the last candle in the pumpkin. “You became an illegal Animagus, what’s an illegal marriage in that context?”

“God, you’re just like Lily,” Sirius complains, standing up. “No help in times of trouble.”

“Hey, at least you don't have to do it in that demonic old house of yours!" Although the smaller, sweeter house they rented definitely makes Sirius more comfortable, he still doesn't cheer up at the thought. Harry sighs. "What are you even worried about, it’s not like Moony can physically say no to you.” 

“What if it’s too soon?” Sirius frets.

“Yes, because 20 years together is too soon.”

“Why do I even keep you in this house?”

“I am literally in your custody.”

“Boys, are you coming in or do I leave you out in the pumpkin patch for the rest of the night?” Remus hollers, sticking his head out of the window. “Get back inside for Merlin’s sake.”

“Coming Remus!” Harry shouts back. “Sirius, you have nothing to worry about. Come on, you’ve raised a kid together. Survived a war. Do yourself a favour and propose to the damn bloke. It’s about time.”

Sirius sighs, fiddling with something in his pocket. “You mind staying at Ron’s for an hour or two?”

Harry grins widely. “Thought you’d never ask.”

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07/09/2025, @wolfstarmicrofic, prompt 7 - quidditch locker rooms, word count - 493

“Motherfucking bloody tree cunt,” Sirius’ voice is loud enough to turn several heads. Nobody pays much mind to it, least of all Remus. Sirius Black storming into the Gryffindor common room with a string of colourful curses flowing out of his mouth isn’t an unnatural occurrence.

Remus simply turns a page just as his boyfriend drops into his lap with a woebegone sigh. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me what happened, Moony?” Sirius asks pointedly, after a silence in which Remus has managed to finish a chapter.

“Not sure I want to.”

“Oh but you must. It’s imperative you know what Prongs is up to because I’ve caught him breaking best-friend-soulmates code. And that is unacceptable.”

Remus springs up. “James broke The Code?”

Sirius nods solemnly. “I was at practice just now, and I’m leaving the Quidditch locker rooms right, and then. I witnessed blasphemy. Betrayal of the highest degree. Utter shamelessness.”

“Is this the part I guess or are you pausing for dramatic effect?”

“Fucking hell, Remus, JamesandReguluswereflirting,” Sirius says in a rush, then claps his hands over his mouth, aghast. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

Remus is…oddly disappointed? 

“That’s it?”

“That’s it?!” Sirius parrots incredulously, tearing a hand through his hair, “that’s it?!?! Remus, do you not understand the enormity of the situation?!?! My brother, my baby brother, is being tainted, by my best mate no less, and they were obviously, disgustingly flirting without a care in the world as if they weren’t committing treason—”

“Regulus is literally seventeen. He’s not a baby, Sirius.”

Sirius huffs. “He’s my little brother. I can baby him all I like.”

“Aww, Sirius,” Remus coos. “Are you worried your brother’s going to end up with the wrong person?”

“Yes?” Sirius looks utterly torn. “I mean, I want him to be treated right and his person needs to understand him and realise that he overthinks and gets pissy on random days and hates white chocolate and he’s allergic to peanuts and he never dresses warmly enough and he’ll say he’s fine but he’d almost never fine and he needs someone sensitive and honest and—”

Remus’ heart swells as Sirius keeps ranting about his worry of his brother and the requirements for Regulus’ future partner. It’s one of the many reasons he loves Sirius as much as he does. Sirius’ capacity to love is so large, so incredibly huge that he never can express it directly, but when he does, it’s all-encompassing, brimming with affection and sincerity.

Shit, Remus is down bad. 

“Sirius,” he says patiently. “You do realise you just described James in every possible way, right? Sensitive, honest, wholesome…?”

Sirius draws a breath. Plays the conversation on loop in his head, before saying at length, “Yes…I did…didn’t I?”

“James is the literal blueprint of the perfect man for Reg. Don’t worry so much. They’ll be wonderful together.”

Sirius seems to consider this. “I’ll still kill James.”

Remus smiles. 

This will have to do.

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13/09/2025, @wolfstarmicrofic, prompt 13 - on the grounds, word count: 500

“Can you wait like five seconds?”

“Not when my boyfriend’s doing something romantic for me,” Remus looks up to see Sirius grinning. He hopes he’s not peeking through his fingers. Remus stuffs flowers into a small glass unceremoniously, huffing out a breath. He’s so bad at this.

“Okay I’m done—WAIT DON’T OPEN YOUR EYES YET!” Remus runs back to Sirius, almost tripping over the picnic blanket.

“I know you’ve set up a picnic smartass!” Sirius laughs, letting his hands fall from his face. 

Remus cringes. “Was I that obvious?”

“No, shut up, this is lovely,” Sirius throws himself on the blanket, pulling Remus with him. Remus’ joints creak, so he eases a bit onto the side. He stares at his lover—Sirius’ eyes are shining, and his smile is so big there are crinkles around them. It makes Remus melt a bit. 

He knows Sirius is a romantic, if the trashy romance novels stashed under his bed are anything to go by. And Sirius loves grand displays of affection, because he literally cried when Lily took them to watch Grease. 

So naturally, Remus, being a certified overthinker, came to the conclusion that he needs to do all that bullshit to make his boyfriend happy. He understands why—Sirius needs the reminder that people would go to the ends of the earth for his sake, that he is treasured and loved and cared for.

Secretly, Remus’ worst fear is that he wouldn’t be able to make Sirius feel loved enough.

“I mean it Moons,” Sirius says, waking Remus from his trance. “This is…God I don’t even know what to do with myself. You’re so lovely.” He pulls Remus into a warm kiss. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” he mumbles. “Y’know, peak romance and all that.”

Sirius breaks away, searching Remus’ eyes. “Oh love, is that what it is?”

“What is?”

“You realise you’re the human personification of romance right? You listen to music with me when I can’t sleep even when you’re knackered, you hold doors open for me, you called me darling yesterday?” Sirius throws his hands up. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with you? I wouldn’t want any fairytale romance over this, d’you understand?” and he’s diving back in, as if he can’t express himself through mere words. “I wouldn’t want anything over this. So stop overthinking and eat your fucking sandwich.”

This warms Remus right to the bone, all his uneasiness seeping away. He twists around to grab a strawberry off the plate before dunking it in cream. “How about I feed you instead?”

“You shameless harlot,” Sirius teases as he bites into it.

“You like it.”

“I do,” he agrees noncommittally. “Now, tell me about Marlene and Dorcas.”

“Bloody hell, you won’t believe—” and Remus launches right off, losing himself in all the details of his friend’s latest girl crush, one conversation slipping into another till they’re kissing under the sunrise, and they have to drag their feet back to the castle.

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