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[carlav-blogs]

As My Memory Rests

(by carlav.discusses)

Drawn as part of Wolfstar Bingo 2022.

Prompt: Chocolate Frog

AO3

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[jollyrolls]

Made for @wolfstarbingo2022 I wanted to do so many more! Hopefully I will finish at least one more before the closing. The prompt was Matchmaker James

[mkaugust]

For @wolfstarbingo2022 filling my square for “cold shoulder” (Another one??)

A 500 word drabble of domestic fluff featuring a tired Remus and a cold-nosed Padfoot.  Read on Ao3 here or below the cut

Padfoot scratched lightly on the closed bedroom door with his claws.  Remus had been giving him the cold shoulder all day, but that was Sirius. Remus hated when Padfoot scraped up the paint on the doors, so maybe this would finally break him. Or he could try his puppy dog eyes, once he got Remus to actually open the door.

Just one more scrap should do it, Padfoot thought, making sure it drag it out a little, maybe scuff up some paint he hadn't gotten before. There were already several marks on the door from him doing this on previous occasions, and Remus was always quick to open the door. Usually a bit quicker than this time, admittedly. Wait, was Remus even in the bedroom? Why wasn't he opening the door? Sirius sighed as he finally transformed back so he could have the usage of thumbs.

Sure enough, he found the room empty. Sirius winced, knowing he had just scratched up the door for no reason and that was sure to only add fuel to the fire of Remus' anger when he noticed later.  He wasn't even quite sure what he had done to cause the cold shoulder treatment today. Making it worse was probably not the brightest plan he had ever had.

Sirius transformed back into Padfoot before he set off to continue his search for Remus.  He didn’t see him out in the garden, though a rabbit was there, Padfoot noted.  He would come back to play with it later maybe.  Remus wasn’t in the kitchen either.  Padfoot did his best to ignore the distractions in that room as well; he hadn’t eaten lunch yet.  Finally, his ears perked when he heard a soft snuffling like snore from the family room.  Sure enough, Remus was asleep on the couch.  Padfoot snuck over very quietly so as to not wake him up; Remus could be grumpy when woken from naps too soon.

However, Padfoot could not resist sniffing at Remus’ arm briefly where it lay resting on the edge of the couch.  This was a mistake; Remus blinked his eyes open and pushed at Padfoot’s snout.

“Ugh, Pads, your nose is so cold,” Remus slurred.  He sighed and rolled over a bit, getting comfortable again.  “Come on up then, you dumb dog.”

Padfoot’s tail wagged fast three times before he climbed up into the space against Remus’ chest and settled in, curling up in the small and warm space.  Remus’ arm came down around his body and hugged him tight for a moment before simply resting on top of his body.

“Sirius, I love you, but Padfoot is so much less noisy sometimes.  And gives better couch cuddles if I’m being honest.”

Padfoot snorted and closed his eyes, content to nap with Remus.  Sirius could worry about whatever he had done to upset Remus later.  For now, they were both safe and quiet.  The house was peaceful.  Love was Padfoot’s last, simple thought before drifting off.

[theresthesnitch]

As the Snow Falls

This fic is based on prompts off my Wolfstar bingo card for @wolfstarbingo2022. Probably short chapters, but when have I ever stuck to short? This will be a coherent story... probably. 🤣

Prompt for chapter 1: Mary MacDonald

A ski trip with the gang could be fun, except when you’re single and forced to share a bed with the man you love. If only he loved you back.

Remus convinces himself that he can totally handle sleeping next to Sirius.

Sirius is certain that this is as close as he will ever get to what he really wants.

If only there was someone to push them together…

Find out what happens here on AO3!

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[sliebman10]

The Perfect Gift

(In which Sirius celebrates his 40th birthday with Remus, Harry and Andromeda.

Wolfstar bingo prompt: Gift Giving.)

They stepped back out to the veranda. Sirius had his back to them, and he turned when Harry gestured toward the door. He grinned when he saw his favorite cousin coming toward him.

"Happy birthday, Sirius." Andromeda said, kissing his cheek.

"Come join us." Sirius said, offering her a blanket for her lap.

"Can I offer you some tea?" Remus asked.

"That would be wonderful." Andromeda said, smiling. Remus went in to put the kettle on.

Once the tea was ready, Remus made his way back outside. Sirius and Andromeda were laughing and Harry looked bemused, like he didn't know what to make of them.

"And then, remember you set my mother's cloak in fire." Andromeda said.

"Well…" Sirius's eyes slid toward Harry, but then seemed to realize Harry was an adult who they didn't need to hide their bad behavior from anymore. "I did do that, didn't I? Sometimes…accidental magic happens."

Andromeda snorted, an odd sound from such an aristocratic nose. "You mean it wasn't safe to antagonize a young wizard who has no control over his magic?"

"I mean…I did have those records I wasn't supposed to have."

"Sirius, everyone needs Queen and David Bowie." Andromeda drawled with a dramatic eye roll.

"You try telling the Blacks that."

"I did. And I was much happier afterwards." Andromeda said, laughing again. She fumbled a little with the blanket and drew out a package, that was clearly a bottle of something. "This is for you."

Sirius unwrapped it and drew out a bottle of amber liquid. He turned it around in his hands.

"Forty year scotch from Grandfather's cellar." Andromeda said. All of the Black properties had wine cellars, but their Grandfather Arcturus's cellar had been especially impressive.

"Wow, it's still there?"

"It's well hidden enough with magic that no one really knows it's there." Andromeda said. “None of the vultures would have found it,” she said, referring to some more distantly related people who had been swirling around the Black assets before Sirius was pardoned and could firmly chase them away.

"Would you like some?"

"I certainly hope you don't think I was nice enough to bring it all for you and Remus," she sniffed, good naturedly.

Remus obliged and summoned four glasses from the case in their dining room. Sirius poured and they raised their glasses in a toast. "Many more happy birthdays, Sirius." Andromeda said, clinking his glass. They sipped from their glasses. Harry blinked at the strength of it. Sirius swirled his glass and drank deeply.

“Lovely. Thank you, Andi.”

“Of course. You only turn forty once.”

“Or not at all. I’m pretty sure both of our mothers turned twenty nine multiple times.” Andromeda laughed.

“Well, I’m also twenty nine permanently, so I understand.”

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[moraxswhore]

For The Love Of Blood Wards

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39088404

The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. No one dared to speak first. Remus kept a worrying eye on Sirius who was sitting on the sofa in Dumbledore’s office, too worn out to speak. They’d just had their first real conversation in over 12 years and it took a lot out of both of them, Sirius more so as he was still fighting off the long lasting effects of the dementors kiss. Remus had to calm him down from a panic attack more than once, and even now he’s sitting wearing Remus’ jumper, clutching it as if it’s about to be ripped from his hands.

Remus turned his eyes to watch Dumbledore, who was leaning too casually against his desk for his liking, his eyes however were still trained on his freshly shined shoes. There was so much he wanted to say to the man but he knew he needed to hold his temper, Merlin knows what Dumbledore would have to say if he lashed out.

“Tell me what happened.” Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice calm but the way his jaw was clenched, Remus could tell he was anything but that. 

“Do you mean last night? Or the night where you falsely accused my husband of murder and threw him into Azkaban without a trial?” 

“Remus, he was the only person there, it was obvious at the time that it was him.”

“You would’ve know that it wasn’t if you had given him a fucking trial and asked him what had happened.” Remus was struggling to keep calm, with it being only a few hours after the moon had set he could still feel the wolf's anger and longing in his bones.

“Well, why don’t we ask him now? Huh?” Dumbledore turned to Sirius who was still sitting on the sofa, still hugging Remus’ jumper to himself. Remus had decided that there was no way he was letting Sirius out of his sight, he couldn’t lose him again, not after he had only just gotten him back. “Not got anything to say, Mr Black? We can always just make you talk.” Dumbledore’s wand is in his hand within seconds being raised and pointed at Sirius, Remus was in front of him, blasting Dumbledore back with a wandless expelliarmus before he can even think of what spell he was going to send towards Sirius.

Remus snapped, pulling his wand from the holster he kept it in, a gift from James for his 15th birthday, pointing it at the Headmaster as he moved in front of Sirius to block Dumbledore’s view of him.

“Point your wand at my husband again and you won’t have a fucking hand to hold it with.” He felt Sirius take his hand and give it a squeeze before taking it away again. He felt himself calm down a bit, Sirius always had that effect on him.

His focus snapped back to Dumbledore as he watched the man stumble to his feet, putting his hands up like a white flag, Remus’ stance didn't change.

“Remus, I apologise for my outburst, could we please have a conversation, like adults?”

“You lost that right the moment you falsely imprisoned my husband without a trial, all for the sake of benefitting your plan!” Remus was furious, how dare he act like nothing had happened to them, to all of them. Sirius was literally unable to speak because of the isolation he put up with in Azkaban and the after effects of the Dementors. “Your plan, which by the way, included grooming a 13 year old boy to fight your battle because you’re too much of a coward to fight it yourself.”

“I’m not grooming him!”

“Not grooming him? Would you prefer a different word? How about manipulation, huh? Or maybe gaslight.'' His hands shook with anger, he knew he would feel the pain from this later. Too much stress so soon after the moon always made the pain worse. “You took him in, you gave him a place where he felt accepted and loved, you showed him that it was okay to be different, sound familiar? Because that is the exact same thing you did to an 11 year old werewolf before you sent him off to war to watch all his friends die. You abused our Godson for 13 years just so you could turn him into a fucking pawn.”

“It was for his protection.”

“Like fuck it was! You know for a fact that he would've been safer with Sirius and I. We would have provided him with protection that no blood wards could have.”

“The blood wards worked just fine!”

“No they didn’t, because if this was even slightly for Harry’s protection then you would’ve remembered that blood wards require love to work and in case you didn’t know, Harry wasn’t loved in that house. He has faced years of abuse from every person there, they made him into their slave, he cooks and cleans for them every single day, but you knew that, didn’t you? Cause you have lovely old Mrs Figg keeping an eye on him for you, don’t you?”

Dumbledore didn’t say a word, Remus continued speaking.

“That right there, is all the proof I need to know that this was never about protecting Harry, or me, or even Sirius. It was about you showing us care and love and quote-unquote protection for the first time in our lives, so we would trust you and look up to you. You used that power you had over us to shape us into pawns for you to use, you raised us so you could send us all off to war like lambs for slaughter.” 

Dumbledore lowered his head, refusing to meet Remus’ eyes. Good, he should feel ashamed.

“Sirius and I are adopting Harry, which by the way is what should’ve happened in the first place 13 years ago, and he is going to be loved and have people who he can talk to and trust. People who aren’t doing it for their own selfish benefit. And if you even think about speaking to Harry before running it past either myself or Sirius then I will rain hell on you and your entire career.”

Remus turned to Sirius, helping him up from the couch before they made their way towards the door, he sensed a shift in the energy behind him and quickly whipped around, wand raised. He saw Dumbledore with his wand pointed at the pair sending a hex at them both, Remus quickly casting a counter curse at him before making sure Sirius was alright.

“You are a coward, Albus, that is something that will never change. Never thought I'd see the day I witness you curse a wizard who has their back turned.” The pair quickly left the room, leaving a stunned Albus Dumbledore behind them.

[twosweaters-twoboys]

Fic: the one where they go on a date | Wolfstar Bingo 2022

Title: the one where they go on a date Creator(s): wearegods Link: ao3 Square filled: ch. 1 dorcas meadowes, ch. 2 sharing food, ch. 4 social anxiety Rating: T for Teen Warnings: n/a Major tags: modern au, confident remus, pining sirius, texting Summary: Remus thinks Sirius is playing him. Dorcas thinks Remus is an idiot. The boys go out to dinner and everyone is pining in their own special way. Word count: 10k

“So you are just taking me on a date to let me down easy,” Sirius said in between bites. Remus snatched his cone back, and Sirius lingered after it like a kid lusting after a PlayStation remote. “This isn’t a date.” “French restaurant. Gelato.” “You’re just listing nouns,” Remus said.

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