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July Prompts
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Prompt 22 - Sauna
@wolfstarmicrofic July 22, word count 289
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“Are you sure?” Sirius asked, not moving from where he stood. Remus swallowed thickly and then nodded. Sirius bit his lip. He wanted to be here so badly, but was this a step too far? He tilted his head, looking Remus over. He wasn’t drunk or anything, and he seemed to be genuinely offering. “Okay then, show me the way.”
Remus led him to the tiny bathroom and got him a towel. He pulled the cord beside the door, and the little red light came on.
“Do you, er, need a change of clothes?” Remus asked, his cheeks reddening again.
“I’d be grateful for them. There is nothing worse than trying to wriggle your way back into leather trousers with damp skin.”
“Okay, two seconds,” and Remus hurried off.
Sirius unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, stretching his arms now that they were free again.
“I, oh!” Remus stammered when he came back into the bathroom carrying a pair of comfy-looking sweats and an even comfier-looking t-shirt.
“Thank you,” Sirius said, taking the clothes from Remus and placing them on the counter.
“Er, yeah, no problem,” Remus said, turning around and hurrying out of the bathroom. Sirius had to chuckle; the poor guy got so flustered around him sometimes.
He peeled himself out of his trousers, glad that Remus wasn’t there to see it, as there was no graceful way of removing oneself from sweaty leather trousers.
After hopping around the bathroom on one foot as he tugged and wrenched at those damn leather trousers, he finally turned the shower on, waited until the water ran warm and got under the delicious spray, staying in so long that the little bathroom could have been mistaken for a sauna.
Kick - @wolfstarmicrofic - 100 Words
“Daddy, Harry kicked me!” Teddy whined for the sixth time that hour.
Remus glanced into the rearview mirror. “Harry, leave Teddy alone. You know better.”
Harry rolled his eyes and slipped on his headphones.
“Oi,” Sirius turned around, “don’t give Moony attitude, Prongslet. We’ve talked about this.”
Harry sighed and looked out the window. Sirius turned back to face the front. “Remind me again, Moony, why we planned this road trip?”
Remus kissed Sirius’s cheek. “It’ll be alright, dear. They’ll love Conwy Castle.”
Sirius glanced back as Harry kicked Teddy’s car seat again, making it wobble. He sighed. “They’d better."
Prompt 21 - Towel
@wolfstarmicrofic July 21, word count 391
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“Tea?” Remus asked as he let them into his flat.
“I’ll never say no to a good cuppa.” Sirius grinned at him, kicking his shoes off and following Remus to the kitchen area.
Remus busied himself putting water into the kettle and getting the mugs and teabags ready. He opened his little fridge and took out the pint of milk. The kettle seemed to be taking forever to boil. Why was his kettle so slow?
Finally, the switch flicked off, and Remus hurried to get the boiling water poured into the mugs, accidentally spilling the water all over the counter.
“Shit!” He exclaimed, jumping back as the water dripped onto the floor, but before he could start clearing it up, Sirius already had a tea towel in his hand and was mopping up the counter.
“Do you have something for the floor, or is this alright?” He asked, motioning to the tea towel.
“That’s fine. You really don’t have to do that, though. I’ll do it.”
“Already done,” Sirius grinned up at him from the floor. Remus opened the washing machine door, and Sirius tossed the sopping cloth inside. Remus finished the teas successfully, got a clean tea towel out, grabbed the packet of doughnuts they’d picked up from the little Tesco on the way home, and took everything into the living room.
Sirius plopped down beside him and immediately opened the drawer in front of him.
“Aww,” he pouted when he found it empty. He sat back and then began wiggling before sticking his hand behind the cushion, where Remus realised too late he’d left his current book. “Oooo, I haven’t read this one,” and he snuggled back into the cushions and flicked the book open. Remus stared at him with an open mouth but said nothing in the end, choosing to make a start on the doughnuts instead.
About ten minutes later, Sirius began squirming.
“What’s wrong?” Remus asked after the squirming nearly knocked his tea out of his hands.
“Sorry, leather trousers,” Sirius explained. He closed the book, downed his still scalding tea and got up. “I’ll go; I need to get out of these and have a shower.”
“You can shower here,” Remus blurted out before his brain had a chance to catch up with his mouth, but secretly he wasn’t ready for Sirius to leave yet.
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Camping and bare chests - a wolfstar microfic
@wolfstarmicrofic - July 21: Towel - words: 484
Remus was pleasantly surprised by the quality of this camping site's kitchen area. He was even more pleasantly surprised by the eye-candy. The man dumping his dishes in the sink right over with his dish towel nonchalantly slung over one shoulder had the finest sculpted chest Remus had ever seen, with a dark happytrail leading Remus thoughts astray in record speed and crossed with inked black lines that Remus wanted to lick.
He could probably thank the heat wave for it being bare, even if he couldn't imagine anyone complainig if this perfect man went shirtless everywhere.
Remus dared a quick peek up on his stunning regal face, framed with silky black waves and with smirking eyes. Wait? Was he smirking at Remus?
Obviosly, since he was just standing with his half-washed sausepan mid air and making a complete fool of himself by forgetting what he was doing.
With heeting cheeks and downcast eyes Remus got to work on scrubbing his dishes again. Seriously, how pathetic could he be? Not until he started drying his things, he dared another quick look and was met with a friendly smile.
"Nice camping, eh?" Mr Perfect asked.
Of course, he had the deep velvety voice to go with the rest of the package.
"Yeah. Really nice," Remus mumbled breathlessly.
But before there were time for any more small talk, a fierce-looking redhead walked up to Mr Perfect. Not that Remus had a chance, but he was still dissapointed that he was taken.
"Mind if we switch?" the readhead asked. "Harry wants his favourite uncle to read his bedtime story. Apparenty, his own mother is not good enough anymore."
"Sure. You know I could never say no to him."
"That's exactly the problem."
Mr Perfect grinned. The redhead swatted playfully after him with the dish towel as he sauntered away.
She was soon finnished and leaving after him, but when packing up she forgot the row of semi-transparent plastic glasses that Sirius had placed in the middle of their sinks. Remus should say something, or...
In a split second he decided to stay quiet. Instead he collected the glasses, waited however long he thought a bedtime story might take and sought out the caravan he had seen them enter.
Thankfully, he saw Mr Perfect sit outside, now with a hoodie on in the rapidly dropping temperature, with the redhead and another man.
"I belive these are yours."
"Oh? Thank you! I wondered where those went. Can't have a night without something to drink, eh?
Remus chuckled and wondered if it would be too obvious if he dropped his dish towel as sn excuse to come back one more time, when Mr Perfect suddenly looked uncarachteristically self-consious.
"So, er... Want to join us for a bit?"
Remus almost dropped his entire tub of dishes before composing himself. "I'd love to."
Prompt 19 - Stretch
@wolfstarmicrofic July 19, word count 639
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“Ready?” Sirius asked when Remus opened the door. Remus had to force his brain to work as it had frozen at the sight of Sirius stuffed into the tightest leather trousers he’d ever seen, his powerful thighs stretching the material almost to the point of tearing and don’t get him started on the way Sirius’s black shirt clung to every muscle of his torso and arms. He swore that one sneeze and Sirius would be naked before him. Yes, he’d checked for an underwear line as Sirius skipped down the stairs ahead of him.
James and Peter were waiting downstairs for them, and together they set off to the bar to meet the girls.
“Get this down ya!” James grinned, pushing a vivid blue drink into Remus’s hand. He had no idea what it was, but it didn’t taste like alcohol when he took a tiny sip.
“What’s in this?” he asked, not wanting to mess with his medication.
“Vodka, I think, or gin—something clear and then something blue.”
“Don’t forget the umbrella!” Peter laughed loudly, already halfway down his own blue concoction.
“It’s called Witch’s Brew, good luck!” The girl Sirius had introduced, as Marlene told him, as she swished her floaty dress skirt and delicately sipped her drink through a straw.
“Do you know how much alcohol is in this?” Remus asked Marlene. “I have to be careful how much alcohol I consume for my meds.”
“Oh, shit, yeah, that is not for you!” Marlene said, eyes widening in horror as she snatched the drink from Remus’s hands and shoved it back into James’s.
“Oi, Aberforth! Meds!”
The barman nodded and came over.
“No alcohol or some?” he asked.
“Er, some, just a little bit, please. I’m not sure how much was in the other one, but by the way Marlene reacted, I’d guess lethal.”
“Good guess,” Aberforth grinned from under his grey beard. He got to work making Remus’s drink, which looked exactly the same as the previous one, but he knew it had significantly less alcohol in it. He took a small sip and could literally not taste the difference.
“Thank you,” he told the barman and moved to where the others were standing.
“Honestly, I don’t know how his clothes stretch so far without tearing. It’s a miracle he’s not been arrested for indecent exposure!” Lily snorted as they watched Sirius dancing in the middle of the bar. Remus agreed with Lily as Sirius dipped to the floor, his leather trousers hanging on for dear life as he pushed his arse out and his thighs tensed.
“Seriously, how the fuck does he look so good?” Marlene harrumphed. “I’m gay, and even I’m a little bit in love with him.”
"I think we all are,” Lily added, tilting her head in sync with Marlene as Sirius sank to the floor again.
“So, er, thanks for inviting me,” he said to James, tearing his eyes away from Sirius before he did something stupid.
“Huh?” James said, blinking hard. He’d been mesmerised by Sirius too. “Oh, yeah,” James grinned at him, giving him his full attention. “Like I said, you’re part of the family now, so you had to come.”
“Well, thank you anyway. I don’t get asked out much, well, apart from by Lily. She makes sure I go out at least once a month.”
James looked over at Lily and grinned a huge, dopey grin.
“She's amazing, isn’t she? Oi, Evans! Wanna dance?” he asked, holding out his hand.
“Sorry,” Lily purred. “I’m already taken.” She grabbed Peter and whisked him out onto the dance floor.
“Ooo, brunette, twelve o’clock. See ya!” Marlene grinned, waggling her eyebrows and scooting off before James could ask her, which left Remus.
“Care to dance?” James asked, hopefully.
“Oh, go on then,” Remus laughed and took his hand.
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Prompt 20 - Wrap
@wolfstarmicrofic July 20, word count 440
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Sirius nearly had a conniption when he spotted who James was dancing with. Sure, he hadn’t told anyone about his crush on the sweet man, but James was supposed to be his soulmate and know these things! He wanted to march over there and yank Remus out of James’s arms and wrap him in his own, but then James swung them around, and he saw the joy on Remus’s face. Sirius stood still amongst the writhing bodies and watched his best friend and the man he was slowly beginning to fall for dance together, laughing the entire time.
He saw the moment when Remus had had too much and decided to step in.
“Mind if I cut in?” he asked, and without waiting for James’s answer, he took Remus’s hands in his and led him to the edge of the dancers, lifting his arm and twirling beneath it as Remus was so much taller than him.
“Thought you could do with a breather,” he said as he wandered over to an empty table and sat Remus down.
“Thanks,” Remus said, pushing his damp curls off his forehead.
“I’ll get you some water,” Sirius told him and signalled to Aberforth. The grumpy man rolled his eyes, but set two cold waters on the bar for him.
“Love you, Abs.” He was rewarded with a middle finger as Aberforth took another order. “Here you go,” he said, sliding one of the waters over to Remus and taking a grateful plug from his own.
“Thanks,” Remus said before taking his own grateful swig.
“You looked like you were having fun,” Sirius said, looking out at James, who was now dancing near Lily, trying to catch her attention, but she kept turning away from him — poor lug.
“So did you,” Remus replied, his eyes glittering in the low light.
Sirius sank onto the chair beside him, and they sat quietly, drinking their water.
Remus yawned a truly enormous yawn, only lifting his hand to cover his mouth when he was halfway through it. Sirius could see all the way down to the back of his throat. He looked tired.
“We can get out of here, you know?” he said, leaning closer, so Remus could hear him.
“We?”
Sirius felt his cheeks pinking.
“Well, I need to make sure you get home safely.”
Remus narrowed his eyes at him, but not in a cruel way, more of a trying to figure him out way.
“That would be lovely, though we’re stopping for doughnuts on the way back.”
“Deal!” And just like that, Sirius was leaving with the fittest man in the bar on his arm.
Drench
@wolfstarmicrofic - 133 words
The raindrops drench everything. The ground, the trees, eventually even the best protective spell, and yet, Sirius doesn't move. Silently he stands vigil over a grave so sunken in, it's basically gone, the stone starting to grow moss.
It's been hours, and suddenly Remus is somewhat glad that he wasn't there when the grave was fresh. He might starved himself to death, died from exhaustion or exposure. Even now it takes hours to pry him away. Yet, Remus has all the patience in the world. Years and years of grief deserve some leniency.
At last Sirius turns, and even smiles. It surprises Remus. “I thought you'd be glum for weeks.”
“I haven't lost everything, you know?” Sirius reaches and wraps his hand around the Nape of Remus' neck. “I still have you.”
Prompt 18 - Hydrate
@wolfstarmicrofic July 18, word count 422
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It was funny how well he managed to hydrate himself now that he had a personalised bottle, and it totally had nothing to do with the fact that Sirius’s paw print signature wasn’t right above it. Remus smiled as he drank deeply from the bottle again, nearly spilling the water all down his front. He spluttered, and Sirius was behind him, patting him on the back as he struggled to breathe.
“Thanks,” he coughed out as he regained himself. “Water went down the wrong pipe.” He took another careful sip, and this time it all went the right way. He put the bottle down and leaned back on his hands, closing his eyes and taking a moment.
"Not to burst your bubble of serenity, but you have a lot of work to do and not a lot of time to do it in if you want to come out with us for James’s birthday,” Sirius warned, hands now on his hips, all his concern for Remus’s ability to live gone. Strict Sirius was back, and Remus was ready for him.
“Aye, aye, Captain!” He saluted, smirking as Sirius narrowed his eyes at him and started his usual stretching routine.
He finished up his warm-up, his muscles stretched and ready to go.
“Bikes today,” Sirius said, and Remus crossed the room to the row of exercise bikes and got on. Sirius fiddled with the resistance until he was happy and set Remus off at a gruelling pace.
“If. You. Want. Me. To. Stay. Out. Tonight. You. Can’t. Work. Me. So. Hard.” Remus panted as he continued to pedal, his legs beginning to feel like jelly. Sirius rolled his eyes and loosened up the resistance, and his legs thanked him for it.
After some strength training and a cool down, Remus was hitting the showers and hurrying home to get ready to go out. Sirius was picking him up in exactly half an hour. Remus was just happy that he had such a limited wardrobe because he wouldn’t get overwhelmed with the choice of what to wear, though he had bought a new shirt, and it might just be the exact same shade of blue as Sirius’s eyes, not that he was admitting that was exactly why he’d bought it.
He brushed his teeth and fussed with his hair until he gave up and let his short, sandy curls do as they pleased. The buzzer downstairs went, and he let Sirius up. He waited until he heard footsteps outside his door and opened it.
Prompt- Hydrate @wolfstarmicrofic
Remus always took care of Sirius.
After a tiring quidditch practise, a boring class, when he was ill even in more serious situations like getting a letter from home, running into Regulus in the corridor.
No matter what, Sirius always had Remus’s arms to melt into.
The only time Remus didn’t take care of Sirius was during finals. Remus didn’t really take care of himself either really. Thats why during finals Sirius always made sure to devote his entire time to care of Remus.
cause who needs to study anyways
Sirius was never fussy in caring like Remus was over him, instead his care was shown in small ways. Small ways that satisfied Sirius in consideration to Remus’s well being and small ways that didn’t disturb Remus from his studies either.
Glasses of water magically appearing next to Remus’s books was Sirius’s way to make sure his love was always hydrated.
Remus made sure to drink every glass.
A night lamp which was spelled so it wouldn’t ever hurt Remus’s eyes.
A warming charm around Remus so that even if he studied in the coldest part of the forest he would still feel cozy and warm.
So yes, Remus always took care of Sirius.
But Sirius always took care of Remus to.
Prompt 17 - Beater
@wolfstarmicrofic July 17, word count 315
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“I’ve finished your books,” Sirius said during Remus’s third session with him. “Can I come by and swap them out?”
Remus ignored him for a second, wanting not to be face down on a mat while he stretched when they talked about books.
“W-when were you thinking?” He asked, annoyed with himself that he’d stuttered, but Sirius seemed to ignore his nervousness.
“Tonight? I can bring dinner?” Sirius suggested, and Remus felt his cheeks heat again. It was an ongoing issue whenever Sirius spoke to him and one he couldn’t figure out how to control; this never happened when he talked to anyone else.
“Er, yeah, sure, sounds good,” he babbled, looking anywhere but at Sirius.
“Excellent. Time to practice the egg beater.”
“I’m sorry?” Remus said, finally looking at Sirius. “I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
“Oh, but you did, my dear Remus.” Sirius grinned his Cheshire Cat grin and, holding onto the bar by the mirror, he showed Remus the stretch he wanted him to do. Remus nearly laughed as Sirius raised his right leg and began rotating his leg by his knee, forwards, backwards and to the side.
“See, it’s like an egg beater,” Sirius tried to convince him. “It’ll help open up your hips, knees and quads so when we get into it, you’ll find it much easier.”
Remus nodded and stood opposite Sirius and lifted his leg and copied Sirius’s movements. He felt a little silly at first, wobbling a bit while Sirius stood perfectly still, but the rail helped keep him from toppling over, and soon he’d grasped the movement and found the whole thing easier.
“Perfect, now get on that treadmill. I want to see the sweat dripping down your forehead.” Sirius grinned, getting that flash of wickedness in his eyes anytime he pushed Remus. Remus braced himself for ‘one more set’ of everything in today’s session.
A slow day - a wolfstar microfic
@wolfstarmicrofic - July 18: hydrate - words: 355
Remus woke with the sleeping bag sticking to his clammy skin and his head mushy as a squashed marsmallow in the hot tent. Groaning, he felt through the crack beside the inflatable matress and found a lukewarm bottle of water. Sitting up to drink with a wave of nausea, he changed his mind, screwed the cork back on and started rummaging trough his bag for painkillers instead. He knew he needed to hydrate, but he was unsure if he could hold down more than one mothfull down, so he wanted to save it until he found them.
He had had one beer yesterday and then sipped of Sirius. It was not that. Maybe it had been the heat? Or the three days full of fun but tiring activities with his friends finally catching up to him?
He dragged himself out of the tent to see Sirius already preparing breakfast.
"Oh, baby", Sirius said with a knowing sad smile and patted the sitting log in front of himself.
With a thsnkfull grunt Remus collapsed in his boyfriends lap and Sirius started pressing his fingers into shoulders that Remus hadn't even realised was sore.
James came bouncing. "Ready to head for the beach? Or have you seen anything else you want to try? There were tons in the brochure."
"We're thinking a slow day today", Sirius quickly answered, "probably laze here until noon, maybe the whole day."
Still unable to open his eyes due to Sirius' wonderfull fingers on his neck, Remus shook his head. He didn't want to ruin their vaccation.
"Are you sure?" Sirius stopped massaging, leaned forward and questioningly sought Remus gaze.
"You don't have to stay here for my sake."
"The Aquarium then?" Sirius slowly suggested. "I want to see the sharks."
The thought of spending the day in an air-conditioned, dim space with a lot of sitting benches sounded great. Remus knew full well Sirius only now had caught an interest in marine life, but when James said "The Aquarium it is!" he didn't muster a protest, just turned around in Sirius' arms and kissed him.
Locker Room - @wolfstarmicrofic - 98 Words
Sirius’s smile grew wider the moment he saw a confused Remus enter the Gryffindor’s Quidditch locker room. “You’ve got the goods?”
Remus nodded, pulling out a pink scrunchie, stripped socks, and half a friendship locket. “I still don’t know what this has to do with Quidditch.”
“Oh absolutely nothing.” Sirius winked.
“You really think my hugs help you win?”
“Why not? We’ve won anytime you hugged me before the game.” Sirius stepped closer, smelling the chocolate on Remus’s breath.
He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Sirius. “You’re a pathetic man, Sirius.”
“Love you too, Moony.”
Train - @wolfstarmicrofic - 381 Words
Baby Wolfstar seems to be trending lately, and I'm choosing to see that as my sign to write another Baby Wolfstar microfic, lol
Remus took a puff of his inhaler as he watched the other children run around and enjoy their break time. Being the asthmatic new kid was bad enough, but being the poorest one only made it worse. His mum's nannying job for the Potters was the only reason he’d attend the school at all. He liked the Potters alright, or at least he liked Mr. and Mrs. Potter. James was, well … a lot.
“Hey!” James waved wildly the moment he spotted Remus. Remus tried to hide his face, but that didn’t deter the boy. James came bounding over to him, smiling with his gap-toothed smile, “Remus, you should join my mates and me. We need a fourth.”
He shook his head, tugging at the sleeve of the school blazer that had once belonged to James, “I’m alright, James. You don’t have to-”
“Oi James!” A boy from behind James called, with another boy following closely behind him, “What are you doing? We’re-”
The boy’s silver eyes locked on Remus’s, and for a moment they both froze. He looked like a prince who’d walked right out of one of Remus’s storybooks. And for some reason that made his cheeks really, really warm.
James cleared his throat, “Sirius, mate? You good? Peter and I were just saying we haven't got all day.”
Both Remus and Sirius jumped at that and looked away. “Yeah Jamie, never better. Anyhow… let’s get on with it. We haven’t got all day.”
All the boys turned to leave, but when they noticed Remus wasn’t behind them, they turned back around again. “Well, aren’t you joining us? We’ve got some training to do.”
Remus tilted his head. “Training?”
“Yeah!” James beamed, “We’re trying to beat some Year Fives in jump rope.”
“Year Fives? But they’re practically teenagers, and we’re only in Year Two.”
“Yeah, but we’re going to train. And you’ll make us evenly matched.” James shrugged.
“I don’t know the first thing about jump rope.” Remus bit the corner of his lip.
Neither did I!" Peter said brightly.
“That’s alright, mate.” Sirius playfully swatted his shoulder. “We’ve only recently picked it up ourselves.”
Remus took in a shaky breath, with a slight wheeze. “Alright, fine. I’ll join you. But we’ve got some reading to do after school.”
Prompt 16 - Muscle
@wolfstarmicrofic July 16, word count 337
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“Come on, get those muscles working!” Sirius barked as Remus tried to lift the medicine ball above his head again. They’d started off with stretching again, and to his surprise he found it slightly easier this time. He’d been doing a few at home, practising in case he came back, and it had paid off. Sirius had looked impressed.
“One more time, Remus. Come on, you’ve got this!” Sirius cheered as the heavy ball rose above Remus’s head. Remus grinned, panting heavily, but so proud of himself. He dropped the ball with a heavy thud and sank to the mat, grabbing his personalised water bottle and taking a long drink from it.
“Five-minute break and then we’re doing crunches.” Sirius waggled his eyebrows, and Remus wondered what that was about. He’d never actually done a crunch, but he’d seen videos of them. They didn’t look that bad.
He regretted his opinion exactly one crunch later. They were evil, and he hated them.
“Come on, Remus, keep going. You’ve got four more of this set and then onto the next.”
Remus glared at Sirius, but didn’t give in. He managed his set and collapsed backwards, spreading out in a sweaty mess on the mat, his stomach muscles quivering and feeling like jelly and too tight all at the same time.
“I’m getting close to my limit,” he said to Sirius, his breath sounding a bit ragged. Sirius nodded.
“Have you got it in you for one more set or would you like to cool down?”
Remus bit his lower lip as he considered Sirius’s options. One muscle was twanging more than the rest, but it wasn’t overly uncomfortable. He felt tired but not too bad. He could do this.
“I’d like to try another set, but I might have to stop before I finish them all.”
“That’s fine. Don’t push yourself further than you can handle; that’s not what this is about.”
Remus nodded and sat back up, letting out a hard breath and starting his next set.
Prompt 15 - Down
@wolfstarmicrofic July 15, word count 393
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The next day, after work, Remus made his way down to the gym where Sirius, Peter and James were all waiting for him like eager little puppies.
“Remus! It’s so nice to see you again. Look, I had a water bottle made up for you!” Peter squeaked, thrusting a water bottle with the gym’s logo on it (Three animal paw prints) and his name. He grinned down at it, tracing the letters.
“Thanks, Peter, that’s really kind of you. I promise I’ll use it.”
“So glad you came back. We didn’t meet last time. I’m James,” James introduced himself and pulled Remus in for a hug.
“Prongs, put him down!” Sirius exclaimed, tugging his friend off of Remus. Remus gave him a grateful smile.
“James, mate, you can’t just hug people,” Peter chastised.
“But Remus isn’t people; he’s family,” James pouted, and Remus felt his cheeks heat. “Oh, don’t look at me like that!” James continued when Remus, Sirius and Peter gave him sceptical looks. “Can’t you feel it?” James frowned. “Maybe we were friends in a past life? We could be friends in this one!” James said excitedly, and Peter began to steer him away.
“If you keep acting mental like that, he’ll never come back. Ease him into your madness.”
“Sorry about them,” Sirius said once they’d disappeared.
“No, no, it’s fine, just not used to it. My only real friend is Lily, and I sort of have one in HR at my job, but other than that…”
“I’ll be your friend!” Sirius blurted out. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands. “Sorry, that’s my inner James peeking out,” he laughed, and Remus laughed too. He could totally see it.
“Yeah,” Remus said bravely, giving in to his wants for a change. “I’d like that.”
“Good, friends it is, though in here I am your worst nightmare,” Sirius grinned wickedly and pointed towards the changing rooms. “Go get changed. I’m about to make you wish you’d never come back.” His face softened, and he gave Remus a shy smile. “Not really, though. I am glad you gave me a second chance.”
“Me too,” Remus replied, trying his hardest not to let the enormous smile that was currently attempting to spread across his face do so and hurried off to the changing rooms, his face breaking into his widest smile yet.
Chaser
@wolfstarmicrofic - 152 words
Moony loved to kill hunted and chaser. Where Remus hated even a fast-paced walk, he could outrun Padfoot twice over – he was only playing, when he let him get away. It was strenuous, to the point that sometimes Sirius looked worse in the morning than Remus had.
James told him to stop, to let him and Peter handle at least one moon. He blamed Sirius' guilt for his continued refusal. That was not quite it though. Werewolves chase their mates, hunt them down, checking their fitness, their ability for survival. Train them. Maybe Sirius was just imagining it, just wanted to believe that with each moon Remus – and Moony – became more affectionate. But as long as he believed it, he wouldn't stop, and maybe get lucky and outrun Prongs altogether. Something was shifting, he thought, something changing.
Or maybe he was just going as insane as everyone always predicted.
