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An eligible husband.. (a Jegulus and Rosekiller Microfic)

For @imheredisappointingmyparents TW: deadnaming

He knew it was stupid to laugh. He was asking for trouble, really. But it was too perfect. He couldn't help it.

"Evan?" he asked, looking at his mother.

"Yes, Regina. You must marry an eligible pureblood and carry on our line," Walburga explained, her expression steely.

Regulus looked back at Evan's picture and tried not to burst. "You want me to marry Evan," he stated, just to be sure.

"Yes, Regina. We're in talks with his family."

"Right. I...right. I have to go, Mother. The Hogwarts Express arrives soon," Regulus said with a roll of his eyes. In his head he knew that he was more likely to marry the Giant Squid than Evan, but it wasn't worth arguing with his mother now.

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When Evan joined Regulus and his other friends in their normal compartment, Regulus knew right away that he wasn't the only one who had received the exciting news. It was all over Evan's face.

So he decided to...share the news.

"Evan and I are engaged," He volunteered casually as Evan sat down next to Barty, who immediately yelped and started coughing.

"What? You're-" Barty asked, his face aghast.

But Regulus just grinned, enjoying the entertainment. "Yes, nobody's told you? We've been set up. We're going to be married after Hogwarts."

Immediately, Evan started calming Barty, rolling his eyes and saying he was not going to marry Regulus.

"But Evan! We would be such a good couple," Regulus deadpanned, fighting back a smirk.

"Just wait until your boyfriend finds out!" Evan retorted loudly. "He's even more territorial than Barty!"

Regulus paled, thinking about James's reaction. He didn't quite fancy holding him back from beating up his mother. "I want a divorce," he grumbled to Evan.

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Prompt 27 - Soulmate AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 27, word count 353

“You two are so mushy it’s making me sick,” Peter said to Remus and Sirius as they whispered to each other on the sofa. 

“Ah, you’re just jealous, Pete. Wish you had yourself a bloke as sweet and fit as my Remus.” Sirius barked out a laugh, dragged Remus onto his lap and rubbed the tips of their noses together. 

“If you’re going to do that, then I’m going to find James.”  Peter gathered his books and walked out of their flat, slamming the door behind him. 

“Did you have to goad him, Sirius?” Remus sighed, snuggling into his boyfriend’s chest. 

“We weren’t even doing anything,” Sirius scoffed. “It’s not like I was undressing you in full view of him.”

“Sirius, you were professing your undying love for me in front of Peter, who is yet to find his soulmate.” Remus tried to explain. 

“Aww, you think I’m your soulmate.” Sirius batted his long eyelashes at Remus and leaned in to steal a kiss. “And what pray tell makes you think that?” He asked, genuinely wanting to know. 

Remus thought about it for a moment, then answered.

“You bring me food.”

“So that’s the big main criteria for the person who completes you, food?” Sirius had to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing. 

“Food I like.” Remus protested. “And, you always make sure my phone is charged when I forget and look after me when I’m ill. You buy me books and chocolate and—”

“Remus, you’re just describing your mum.” Sirius snickered at him this time. “Come on, what else? What makes me your soulmate over being your mother?” 

“You light up my whole world, Sirius. You make me feel safe and happy. That’s how I know we’re soulmates. That and you always give me the last Rolo.” Remus blushed. 

“Ah, there it is, the real reason you keep me around, damn Rolo’s.” Sirius held Remus close and thought about that ring that was burning a hole in the back of his wardrobe as he came up with the perfect way to propose and, yes, it did involve a last Rolo. 

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soulmate au - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 308

He'd tried not to believe it. When James insisted that his crush was not unrequited; that there was something deeper there. It was impossible. He didn't deserve it.

But it was still surreal, on his seventeenth birthday, when Sirius passed him the marmalade and suddenly the soulmark on Remus's forearm started stinging.

It was almost too good to be true. It was too good to be true.

Because Sirius was straight. So that meant...

He dropped the marmalade and fled.

Every wizard knew that soulmarks didn't react until you were seventeen. So Remus had, for years, be forcing himself not to hope that his would sting and take shape the moment Sirius touched him after he came of age. Especially since Sirius hadn't said a word to him after his own birthday. He'd been completely normal. Hooked up with McKinnon, even.

But as he fled the hall, he heard Sirius's own voice call after him, and with the injuries sustained by his transformations, he was unable to run too far. "Go away, Pads. M'fine," he murmured, turning away from Sirius, who quickly caught up.

But Sirius's response wasn't what he thought it would be. "It happened to you, too, didn't it?" he asked, his voice full of tentative hope.

Remus turned around. "Too?"

"Merlin, I thought. I was so scared we wouldn't be a match. That maybe you didn't care for me like I care for you," Sirius mumbled, eyes roving over Remus's body, searching. "But James said it's pretty fucking obvious, with how you act and how it looks-" he cut himself off to lift his shirt, revealing the small outline of a wolf on his ribs. Sirius's soulmark.

Silently, Remus rolled up his sleeve to reveal the unmistakable shape of a paw print. "Sirius, I-"

"Fuck. Thank Merlin," Sirius laughed, grabbing him and kissing him soundly.

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We Must Know, How Did it End?

“It was tricky, really. Writing songs that come from a place of pain isn’t usually my thing,” Sirius says, plastering a polite smile onto his face. “It’s difficult to describe a feeling that’s so… overwhelming.” 

Peter smiles back, and Sirius can see the empathy etched across his face. 

“Okay, I think we have time for some audience questions,” Pete says, turning to the audience. Sirius follows his gaze to a crew member handing a mic over to a young woman. 

“Hi, uh, hi. I was just wondering if your album is based on your recent breakup? With Remus?” 

His name alone makes the blood freeze in Sirius’ veins. The fan isn’t wrong, his album is essentially all about Remus. It doesn’t stop his heart from stuttering at the mention of Remus. It brings memories that he’s been trying to write out of his system back to the front of his mind. They bring a lump into his throat, and he has to blink harshly to fight back any semblance of a visceral reaction. 

Thankfully, Peter steps in. 

“You know what? Let’s move on. Anyone else?” 

In spite of a few grumblings, the microphone travels further, landing with another fan. 

“Hey. I was just wondering if you ever think that Remus dated you for the fame? I mean, his follower count has doubled since you two-” 

“No, I don’t think that,” Sirius cuts in sharply. Apparently, his need to defend Remus is stronger than his hurt at their breakup. Peter is opening his mouth to speak, probably to move on again, but Sirius isn’t ready to move on. “Of course I don’t think that. Remus’ talent speaks for itself. He doesn’t need me to be his way to break out in the dance world. We might not be together anymore, but that doesn’t change the fact that he is still one of the most genuine people I have ever met. Honestly, his kindness is indescribable. Everything I said while we were together was true. That relationship was the realest thing I’ve ever had, okay? Us breaking up doesn’t diminish that.” 

The whole studio has lapsed into silence, and Sirius is really regretting the way he went about that now. Even Peter’s watching him in shock. Eventually, he seems to remember his own job, clearing his throat and breaking out into a smile. 

“Okay! It’s about time for us to move on…” 

Sirius is pretty sure that he’s been in a trance for the past hour. He doesn’t even remember the trip back to his house. All he knows is that he’s been scrolling through his tagged posts as his manager, Benjy, shouts at him over the phone. 

“This is, without a doubt, the most irresponsible thing you’ve ever done!” 

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Sirius grumbles under his breath. Unfortunately, Benjy has the ears of a fucking hawk. 

“If you weren’t a public figure, and I wasn’t your fucking PR Manager, I would think it was sweet, Sirius! However, calling your relationship with Remus the realest thing you’ve ever had?! That gives tabloids every opportunity under the sun to call you obsessive!” “Yeah, well, it needed to be said,” Sirius says decisively. He’s not wrong. In what world could anyone ever see Remus as anything less than kind? Yeah, they haven’t seen the way Remus would hold Sirius through his panic attacks, say the dumbest things just to watch him smile, or the dance. The one Remus dedicated to him. The one Sirius really should delete from his camera roll. 

“God, Sirius, you’re so lucky that I actually like you.” Benjy interrupts his train of thought, thankfully, letting out a groan as Sirius refreshes Instagram for the fifteenth time. “However, now you need to lay low until people forget that this happened.” 

“What? That I defended him? Just because he’s my ex doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to say anything nice about him!” 

“Yes it does. You can’t say anything too bad, or anything too nice. You have to be neutral. Peter was about to gloss past the question, anyway!” Sirius rolls his eyes, grateful that Benjy can’t see him as he goes scrolling again. He’s being called obsessive in countless different ways by news outlets, people who hate him, and people who have decided that his and Remus’ breakup means that it’s time to take sides. As he looks through them, he’s barely even pausing. 

Until he reaches a post with Remus’ face at the front of it. 

As much as he knows that he shouldn’t, he wants to watch it. He’s spent a lot of time watching the videos he promised James that he’d deleted and crying, but those were videos Sirius had filmed himself. They were personal. He hasn’t interacted with anything that Remus has posted publicly. He doesn’t actually want to be a stalker. 

This feels… different. Mostly because this one has his name on it. 

‘REMUS LUPIN BREAKS SILENCE ABOUT EX BOYFRIEND SIRIUS BLACK:’ 

“Yeah, okay, Benjy, I’ll stay silent,” Sirius says quickly, zoning out. 

“Oh, really? Thanks. That was easy-” 

“Okay, bye.” He hangs up before Benjy can say anything else, immediately playing the video. 

It’s from one of Remus’ livestreams. His face is flushed a slight red, like it usually is after rehearsal, sitting on the floor in his studio. Sirius hates how endearing he finds it. He’s just talking, comments rolling in and the radio playing, when Sirius catches the message. It’s just another one calling him a stalker, but it stops Remus in his tracks. 

“Right, you all need to leave Sirius alone,” Remus says decisively. The way his name sits in Sirius’ mouth brings a lump into his throat all over again. He really needs to stop crying over Remus, it’s getting a little sad. Maybe he is obsessive. “He isn’t stalking me. I actually haven’t spoken to him at all. Listen, the- the breakup was amicable, okay? We don’t hate each other, and we really don’t need people taking sides. All he did was defend me, which he didn’t have to do. It was nice of him, yeah, but it doesn’t make him obsessive. He’s just being a good person, he can’t help that.” Sirius smiles to himself, face warming at the compliment. 

God, maybe he is obsessed. 

Still, it’s so unbelievably Remus to be so willing to defend him. To immediately assume the best about Sirius. 

Just when Sirius expects the clip to end, a different song starts playing. He recognises it straight away. It’s one from his new album. 

‘ I told the moon about you… ’ 

Remus’ eyes widen at the words. At Sirius ’ words. He never has been any good at hiding the first thought that flits across his face. 

“Sorry, I’m, er… I’ve got to go. Thank for- for watching, yeah,” Remus says hurriedly. 

That’s when the clip ends. 

For what feels like the thousandth time, Sirius wants to be in the same room as Remus, to have the privilege of finding out exactly what is going on in his head. He wants to press his thumb against the furrow in Remus’ brow and watch his face relax. Christ, he just wants to touch him, really. His forehead, his hand, his shoulders, his waist, anywhere . With a groan, he drops his head into his hands. He’s actually pathetic. James is the only one who’s allowed to hear about this, and Sirius is pretty sure he needs a stern talking to from him right about now. 

There’s a knock at his front door, which Sirius assumes is James. It’s like the man can read his mind. The knocking is a little… frantic, but James is bouncy, it’s not exactly out of the ordinary. 

He walks slowly over to the door, reaching out and pulling it open. 

The moment he catches a glimpse of the familiar amber eyes, every muscle in Sirius’ body freezes. 

Remus. 

He hasn’t seen him in three months. Not since he left Sirius’ house, got on a plane, and didn’t come back. Sirius has spent a countless number of minutes trying to recall every single detail about Remus, looking at photos of the two of them, wishing that he had spent more time etching every line, every freckle, into his brain. He thought he had, really, but he was right in his interview. Remus is indescribable. 

For a moment, they just look at each other, Remus’ mouth slightly ajar as though he hadn’t expected Sirius to open the door. He almost seems like he doesn’t know how he got there. 

Well, until Sirius speaks. 

“M- Remus? What- what are you…?” He trails off, watching the way Remus’ features set to something much more sure. 

“Sirius, I love you,” he says suddenly. They’re words Sirius never expected to hear coming from Remus again. “I’m still in love with you, and I’m tired of pretending that I haven’t regretted every single step that I’ve taken since I left here. I- God, Sirius, I think we made a mistake. I- I know what we said, what we agreed on. It was too difficult with our schedules, we were both being too distant, fighting over little things,” he lists everything like it’s pointless, as Sirius tries to get his brain to fucking wake up and work. “And I get it, Sirius. I really do get it, I understand, but I’d take thousands of fights over- over dishes, or hogging blankets, instead of having to do these months all over again. This is going to sound really sad, and really bloody pathetic, but I’ve watched the videos of you writing songs in my flat more time than I can fucking count since we broke up! You told the moon about me? I know that line. I’d know it anywhere. It’s the one right before I turned the camera off and kissed you. It just made me- I don’t know, I didn’t think hearing it like that would hurt so much.” He seems to be hit with a completely different emotion, some sense of regret, and it’s probably Sirius’ fault, since he doesn’t seem to be able to get his voice to work. He can sing night after night, go on countless talk shows, but apparently this is what it takes to render Sirius speechless. “I know I’m probably overstepping a boundary, and this is really fucking stupid of me, but I- I want to try again.” 

Yeah, the words really aren’t going to come out. He’s going to have to find some other way to tell Remus exactly how he feels. 

“If I didn’t say something I just know that I’d regret it for the rest of my life. So tell me to leave and I will. I’ll turn around and- and I’ll move country. You’ll never have to see me again-” 

He can’t say anything else, because Sirius is kissing him. 

He isn’t even sure when he made the decision to do it. It’s almost like a reflex, the first thing to come naturally to him. 

There’s not a second of regret that comes with it, though. 

Before he can even figure out where he got the idea to do that, Remus’ arms are around Sirius’ waist, pulling him closer and holding him secure, warm, safe . His lips are soft, so familiar that Sirius wants to cry. 

Actually, he is crying. 

Tears start rolling down his face as he pulls away to look at Remus. Thankfully, Remus is crying himself, and somehow also grinning like an idiot, which Sirius can genuinely say is the most beautiful sight he has ever had the privilege to behold. 

“Oh, my god, I love you, Remus. Moony, I love you so much,” he says quickly, hands reaching to cup Remus’ face. 

“So- you- do you want-?” 

“To start again? Pick up from where we left off? Anything, darling. Anything. I’ll take whatever you can give me, if it means I don’t have to try to move on. You’re not someone I can get over. I’ve tried, and I’m convinced that it’s fucking impossible,” Sirius says, making Remus laugh breathlessly and drag him back into a kiss. Not that Sirius is complaining. He would let Remus drag him anywhere. Remus is his everything. His world. 

Oh, my darling, how could I ever have let you go?

#wolfstar break up and make up

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Angel/Demon AU - @wolfstarmicrofic - 834 words

Remus was sitting on a bench just outside of the school, watching Harry talk with his friends, when a beautiful creature approched him. They were wearing something completely inappropriate for the middle of the afternoon, black miniskirt, fishnets thighs and platform boots. Long black hair, porcelain skin, smudged eyeliner and fiery grey eyes. But most of all, they had that unmistakable charm and aura that could only belong to dark beings. Remus himself felt drawn to them.

He had to admit, he was surprised. And curious. He didn't encounter a lot of demons these days, most of them got bored of tormenting humans when they already did it better themselves. So they tended to stick to souls and their appearance on earth became rarer over the centuries.

This one though, sat gracefully next to him, charming smile on their face.

"Hi handsome, what's your pretty name ?"

The tone was obviously flirtatious, something that, Remus suspected, was working miracles with humans. Not that he wasn't affected, but still it sounded a bit superficial.

"I'm Remus. And yours ?" he smiled anyway. "What are you doing here ?"

The fire in the demon's eyes seemed to grow, as well as their smile, that turned a bit hungry. "Name's Sirius. And, well, i guess that's for you to decide, Remus." They said his name with a syrupy sweet voice.

"No. I meant what are you doing on earth, demon ?" Remus smirked.

Their fake smile dropped and their eyes widened, but otherwise they just laughed. You could count on demons to not be deterred by anything.

"I thought you were human !"

"Yeah, I could tell."

"Well, what are you ? I've never seen you before." Their gaze seemed to scrutinize him.

"I'm an angel."

The demon - Sirius - visibly recoiled at that. They were properly suprised now. "One of the big bosses ? What are you doing on earth ?!"

Remus laughed. "I'm not that kind of angel. I'm a guardian angel. It's my job to be on earth.".

They seemed to relax at that. "Your job." They repeated in a mocking tone. "Angels, always so well-behaved." they sighed, an amused smile on their face. "So, who's your lucky human then ?"

Remus glanced back towards Harry. He hadn't even noticed that he stopped looking at him. That could not be good.

"That kid over there. Unruly hair, crooked glasses."

"No way !" Sirius seemed delighted. "That's James' son !"

Remus was confused now. How could this demon know Harry's dad ? "You- what ? How do you know that ?"

"James is my human friend." they said like it was nothing. "I find him every few lifetimes."

"Well, I fear you might be a bit late in this one." Remus answered in an apologetic voice. "He died already."

"Oh. Well he does have the tendency to die stupidly young." Sirius seemed lost in thoughts now.

That's when Remus remarked the parents waiting for their kids outside of the school, and their wary looks towards them. Or towards Sirius more specifically, seeing as they could not see him.

"Hey, Sirius. If you're staying, do you mind making yourself invisible before a worried mother calls the cops on you ?"

"Whoops." then they proceeded to do just that. "So when do we start ?"

Remus whirled around, taken aback. "What ?"

Sirius put their head on his shoulder with a genuine smile. "Well, I thought maybe I could help you, since I'm here."

Remus couldn't help it, he laughed. It was a ridiculous idea. "Demons don't help guardian angels ! They rather make our jobs harder." he said with a pointed look.

"Nah, you must know better than me that the humans' biggest ennemies are themselves. We're just having a little fun."

Well, he couldn't argue with that logic. Before he could find any answer, Sirius all but crawled on his lap, fluttering their eyelashes at him.

"Please Remus. Promise I'll be helpful. I'm just a bored eternal being. And I'd never harm James' kid."

There was only so much one could endure before they caved in, right ? Even as an angel. Remus agreed before he could think this through. "Yeah, ok."

"Great ! Let's go, he's leaving !"

Harry was indeed finally going home. As he stood up to follow him, Sirius climbed him to settle on his shoulders. He sighed.

"What are you doing ?"

"Making sure you don't forget me."

Remus hadn't planned on starting his mission with a beautiful and clingy demon on his shoulders, but he figured he didn't mind that much.

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They are doing a painting date night. Wine bottle is open, paintbrushes scattered around the table, they each have their own water cup that now has a strange color from all the mixed paint. The new vinyl they got today is filling the space with warm sounds.

James and Regulus spent a sunny Sunday together, out and about. You know those day where you don’t really have to do anything but the weather is so good you come up with special errands to run or go to places you would not really get to go if you were busy. That’s how they end up in Sunday Market Extravaganza this morning, getting everything from fancy pickles to rings and handcrafted elf ears for Reggie. And then terrace lunch and walk through the park followed by shopping spree at arts&crafts shop for their impromptu painting night date. That is how they are finishing their already lovely Sunday with small molberts in front of them, wine glass in one hand and paint brush in the other.

The objective of the night is to paint each other. Regulus will paint James and it will turn out amazing and beautiful and museum worthy as James describes and James will try to paint Regulus as he really tries to not mess up but “honestly even I can’t mess up Reggies beautiful face”.

Regulus was a bit skeptical, he really likes painting but it is his alone time activity, he doesn’t really like to share the process or the product. But seeing James focusing with his tongue slightly out and brows furrowed is convincing him that sometimes saying yes to things you don’t want is good because my god James looks really adorable.

Regulus has studied James’s face, like he doesn’t even need to look at him to paint him, but every chance he gets to really look at the love of his life’s face he takes it all in. The messy curls dancing with every little head turn, smile lines around his eyes because he really does smile with the most beautiful and the biggest smile ever. Lopsided grin and jawline that could kill a man. So he is sitting there staring and painting and staring and painting and he is so so pleased.

It’s really everything Regulus loves. Days spent slowly, holding James’s arm, talking and walking and just existing submerged by warmth and love. He knows how lucky he is and feels how truly happy he is, sitting here in his home full with comfort and hugs, shared secrets of the dark, midnight snacks and morning sex and he is giddy with the feeling, he smiles at the thought that he is sitting there with his elf ears and paintbrush in his hand and he has never felt more loved or at peace and oh life is so worth living like this.

“Reggie to Earth” James’s honey coated voice pulls him down from the clouds of happiness, “Are you finished?”

“Umm..I think so” Regulus is looking at his painting, “Are you done?”

“Yes it’s done, it’s the best it can get I am afraid and if I do more I’ll just ruin it.” James is focusing back to his painting. “Show me yours please”

Regulus holds his painting up and takes a picture of it and James’s face side by side. They look identical, warm eyes and grin and everything. Regulus chuckles, he is pleased with his skills and turns the painting around to show it to James.

“Oh my god love, this is amazing” James’s eyes tear up in seconds. “I love this so much, I love you, oh this is going straight to my parents they will love it” he smiles at Regulus.

“Go on show me yours” Regulus interrupts the string of compliments eager to see how James did.

James takes a breath in and slowly turns his painting around. Only it’s not a painting, it has words on it, carefully written with love hearts around it. And suddenly Regulus’s breath hitches because his brain registers what the words say and he is looking at James on his knee and back at the painting and back at the most beautiful ring he has ever seen and oh my god he is crying.

He is crying because James is saying how much he loves Regulus and how he can not wait for another week to start without being engaged with him and how he is so beautiful and so lucky to have him and he is saying Regulus’s full name and asking the question and oh my god Regulus will marry James!

If you’ve ever seen the night sky on new years illuminated with sudden bursts of thousand fireworks you know how Regulus feels. He is full of love and fireworks of happiness are going off in his whole being.

He jumps up from his seat and cries “Yes”, the best word he has ever said, to James and hugs him with full force.

The ring is beautiful, he is hugging his now fiancee, who to nobody’s surprise is sobbing happiness tears and he oh my god is still wearing the ridiculous elf ears and sweatpants and he is engaged to the love of his life like this and it’s ridiculous and so happy. Happiest, in the arms of his forever love and a beautiful, beautiful ring on his finger.

Heavily inspired by this tiktok

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wolfstar 🌙

#cuties #love them

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the beloved family car for #wolfstar family I feel so sad that we have never had a chance to see Sirius riding his bike for real for one single time, and i saw orlando is making this new attraction “Hagrid’s Magical Creatures Motorbike Adventure” makes me even more upset…so i did this. :(

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Prompt 26 - Baby AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 26, word count 478

They’d talked about it for years. Mainly when they were drunk, but still, it had been a subject repeatedly for them. Remus looked down at the paperwork in his hands and watched them shake. He was ready for this next step. He just hoped that Sirius was as well. 

He knocked quietly on Sirius’s studio door. 

“Come in,” His husband called as the soft twangs of his guitar died away. Remus pushed the heavy handle down and swung the door open.

“Sorry,” He said, “I thought you were finished. I can come back.” He made to shut the door. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, get in here.” Sirius propped his guitar on its stand and hauled Remus into the room. “What’s up?” He asked, placing a kiss on the back of Remus’s hand. 

“Erm, there was just something I wanted to talk to you about.” He paused for a moment, his palms sweating as he nervously went over his rehearsed words in his head. Sirius’s eyes widened, and he looked worried. 

“Remus, what is it?” He grabbed Remus’s free hand in his and looked at the papers clutched in the other. “Remus, please, what is it?” His voice was tinged with panic as he searched his lover’s face for clues. Remus swallowed loudly and thrust the papers at him. His mouth had gone dry, and this was easier. “A baby?” Sirius questioned as his eyes flew across the paperwork. “You want us to adopt a baby?” Remus looked up at his vibrant blue eyes, made even more blue by his pale skin and ebony curls. He nodded. 

“I’m ready. I want a baby, Sirius.” His voice faltered, and he couldn’t say any more. 

Sirius stared at him, his face a blank mask. Suddenly, he spun around on his chair and pulled one of his desk drawers open. He rifled through the countless pieces of paper stuff in there until he found what he wanted. He smoothed it out and handed it over. 

Remus looked down at the identical forms he’d handed over to Sirius. The only difference was these ones had been filled in. He looked at his husband in amazement. 

“How long have you had these?” He asked, his voice choked. 

“A while,” Sirius responded, shrugging. “I was waiting for you to be certain.” Remus launched himself at Sirius, curling his considerable length into Sirius’s waiting lap. They held each other tightly. “Just think, Remus, one day soon, there’ll be a tiny human in this house for us to love and cherish and buy far too many gifts for.” Sirius crooned into his ear as his fingers carded through Remus’s hair.

They filled out Remus’s forms together and sent them off the next day to start the process. Both sent a silent wish into the world that they wouldn’t have to wait long for their little family to grow. 

#wolfstar #they are so perfect for each other #they'll make perfect fathers #love them

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been thinking abt demon james a lot

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@jegulus-microfic / april 2 - cheat / 293 words

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"You're a fucking cheat!" James accused, glaring at Regulus with narrowed eyes. 

"James, I'm certain I have no idea what you mean." Regulus tried to keep his face impassive, but his lips twitched up regardless.

"I saw you!" James continued, indignant. The two of them had been sitting on the floor, cross-legged across from each other, but now James got up to his knees to point at the pile of Monopoly money beside the game board. “You’ve been stealing from the bank. There were five hundred-dollar bills last time I counted, and now there’s two!”

"James," Regulus said, almost laughing now. He hadn’t expected their attempt to try some Muggle board games to turn into this. James did look pretty when he was pissed off though. "I really didn't."

"Yeah, you would say that," James grumbled, and leaned across the game board for a kiss, which Regulus gave willingly. 

He’d expected just a quick peck, but James seemed intent on making it last, so Regulus tangled his fingers into James’ hair and melted into it. They broke from each other for a second of air, and James’ hands came up to land on his waist. James leaned in again, and Regulus shivered as James pushed up his shirt with one hand and gripped his hip tight with the other. James started stroking up and down the bare skin of his back, and Regulus made a soft noise, clutching James tighter. He was so distracted that he almost didn’t notice James' other hand drifting slowly lower on his hip. 

Regulus frowned. "James," he mumbled. "What're you— Hey!" He pulled back from the kiss.

"You are a cheat!" James laughed gleefully, holding up a fistful of Monopoly money stolen from the pocket of Regulus’ jeans.  

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@jegulus-microfic april 25, headlights, 217 words, nsfw

“Ow,” James whines.

“Stop being a baby,” Regulus teases, continuing to try to untangle James’ glasses from his hair, which has worked itself into a knot around one of the nose pads.

James sighs, stepping closer into the gap between Regulus’ legs where he’s sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, hands settling on Regulus’ hips. He presses a kiss to James’ forehead before continuing, humming under his breath.

“What are you doing?”

Regulus looks up over James’ shoulder to find Sirius leant against the bathroom door, smirk on his lips.

“James’ glasses are tangled in his hair.”

“How the hell did you manage that, mate?” Sirius says with a laugh, and James’ head immediately snaps up and meets Regulus’ eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

He can feel the heat in cheeks but struggles to hold back his smile as he thinks back to the sight of James between his thighs, glasses pushed up onto his head as he licked through his folds. So maybe Regulus had something to do with this predicament they’re in now, with the way his hands grasped desperately at James’ hair as he fell over the edge.

His face must give something away because Regulus is brought back to reality by Sirius groaning, “Oh god, please forget I asked.”

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Sirius Black, despite his fancy upbringing, would have been great at eating a full main meal with just a fork.

Cottage pie? Naturally. Roast dinner? No problem. Steak? Easy, who are you kidding?

And it's all because baby Harry always wanted to sit on his lap at meal times.

#this #parents can relate

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… and in the darkened underpass…

thought i’d try drawing something other than portraits for a change 🫢

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Things I'm prepared to do for the fandom: Was out with some friends the other week and saw a beer caled The Stag, obviously tought of James and bought it. I don't even like IPA.

Things I'm not prepared to do for the fandom: Change taste in music and start listening to Taylor Swift and what else you'll listening to. Now I've tried. Not worth it.

You got to have your priorities straight.

#my music taste #my drinking habits #sorry not sorry #marauders fan is a lifestyle now

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i made a quiz…

#quiz time #try it