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“Dad, what’s ‘homophobia?’” Harry asked, furrowing his brow and looking to James, who froze in the middle of preparing their meal for the evening.

Regulus, who’d been reading a book at the table nearby, looked over to his son and smiled softly. He couldn’t imagine growing up in the context Harry had–growing up in a family that celebrated and accepted all people. Harry’d been raised in such an loving, diverse family that often his parents didn’t realize what he didn’t know.

James looked helplessly to Regulus, who sighed and sent him a look. “Harry,” Regulus said, giving the nine-year-old a patient smile, “You know what ‘phobia’ means, right?”

“Yeah, like when you’re scared of something. Spiders, or whatever,” he answered, shrugging. 

“Right, arachnophobia. Well ‘homophobia’ refers to ‘homosexuals.’ You know, gay pe–”

“Like afraid of gay people?” Harry asked, face twisted in confusion.

Regulus glanced at James again, then back to the small boy. “To put it very simply, yes,” he nodded.

“Oh. Well. I guess I’m homophobic then,” Harry said, nodding to himself and turning away.

This time, James and Regulus looked at each other in horror. “I–Haz. Wait. You’re–what d’you mean, mate?” James asked nervously, eyes wide.

“Well, sometimes you and Papa get mad at me for pulling pranks. And I get scared you’ll ground me. And you’re gay,” Harry said simply, like it was the most sensible answer in the room.

James immediately burst out laughing as Regulus gaped, eyes blinking slowly. Then he sighed, shaking his head. “Harry, I think we need to discuss the definition of this word more, mon coeur.”

June Pride Prompts

Happy Pride Month, everyone! This month, we're embracing every color of the rainbow 🌈

Grab your rainbow glitter and your fluffy pen, pick a prompt, get inspired, and write a microfic! And Don't forget to Keep it Mini! 

Check out our Rules and FAQ for more information. Still need last month’s prompts? You can find them here. Got an idea for a theme? Send us an ask!

💖💖Love from your Wolfstar obsessed mods.

"I think I'm gay."

Sirius said the full sentence in a rush, avoiding James's eyes as he did so. The relief that flooded him when he finished the words was instant, but fear still pumped through his veins as he worried over his best friend's reaction.

But James just stared at him. "I...okay?"

Sirius blinked, heart hammering faster. "I....I'm gay," he said again, wondering if James'd heard him properly.

"Alright. And?" the taller boy prompted, confusion on his bespectacled face.

He snorted in annoyance. "D'you, like...know what that means?"

"Yeah, you like dick! What's your point?" James asked bluntly, shaking his head a little.

Sirius gaped. "My point is...is that! I'm gay!"

"And I'm a Gryffindor! Are we just saying facts about ourselves that are obvious?" James asked incredulously, a little grin on his face as he raised his hands in a shrug. 

But now Sirius was utterly taken aback. "You...you knew?"

James chuckled. "Mate, you're not exactly what I'd call subtle. You and Moony are all over each other all the time, flirting something disgusting! I mean, I assume that's why you're telling me, right? You two've finally gotten your shit together and shagged proper?"

"I–what? No! Prongs, I finally just realized yesterday that I like Moony at all! You–you're saying he–we–flirt? What?" Sirius gasped, his whole world flipping on its head once again.

And the boy in front of him broke into a giant smile, like Christmas had come early. "Oh, Padfoot. Padfoot, Padfoot, Padfoot. We have so much to discuss."

@wolfstarmicrofic - 169 words

When something goes astray, Sirius is always the first suspect. Scarf missing? Sirius borrowed it. He'll be back with it soon enough – and it will be washed. Your homework has been suspiciously absent? Sirius saw it fit to... redact a bit – and likely it will be better for it.

Still, it it somewhat strange, when Remus' favourite knitted sweater is missing, the one that is almost unravelling. Sirius wouldn't be seen dead in that old thing and only Remus only wears it in the dorm. Alas, it does not reappear. Not for days.

@wolfstarmicrofic - 204 words

“Teddy!” Remus ran after his son quickly, but still unable to catch the small tornado of activity, not until he suddenly stopped, right by a bench in the park not far from the playground.

He could have grabbed him then, but he was far too distracted by another dad, one he had seen in the waiting room at the parent conferences before. If only he could remember his kid's name. But over the excited beat of his own heart he could barely hear his own thoughts.

Teddy clearly had no such qualms. “Hey, you are Harry's dad, aren't you? This is my dad, you'll love him.” There was no stopping this little guy.

The guy seemed cool with it though, even when he corrected. “I am not Harry's dad, I am his guardian. That's a bit different.” He looked up at Remus and then back to Teddy. “But I can see why I might love your dad, given the opportunity.” He smiled and then patted the bank next to him. “How about that, you go play, and he and I can have a talk?”

"You know what I don't understand?" Harry asked as he ate his breakfast, his face scrunched into a look of deep concentration.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all looked over to him.

"All the stories I hear about my dad. People say he and Sirius were so close, right?" Harry continued, waking his spoonful of porridge a bit as he spoke.

Everyone nodded.

"Like they were best mates. Caused tons of trouble. Always in detention."

"Like Fred and George," Ron supplied, shaking his head in agreement.

"Exactly! But then why are Lupin and Sirius so close now?" Harry questioned, gesturing above his head, obviously referencing the two men who were still asleep upstairs.

Again, everyone exchanged glances before Ron spoke abruptly. "I mean, your dad's dead. They probably got closer because of that."

"Ron!" Hermione hissed in admonishment, eyebrows narrowed.

"S'true!" he defended himself, shrugging unapologetically.

Harry wasn't too upset. "No, that's fair. But...did you lot notice they share a bed?" he presented this fact like it only added to the mystery.

"Wait, really?" Ron asked, eyes wide. He tilted his head. "No offence, mate, but I'd never share a bed with you, you always kick in your sleep. But you know what? I swear I saw them holding hands the other day, too! Reckon they're just like...really close after all the shit they've been through?"

"Yeah, maybe they've bonded or something. Dealing together."

"Don't expect me to hold your hand, though. Love you, mate, but that's a bit-"

It was then that Ron and Harry both picked up on Hermione and Ginny's giggles.

"What?" Harry demanded, turning to the two girls. "What's so funny?"

"It's just," Ginny said between laughs, "you can't think of any other reason why two grown men would be sharing a bed and holding hands?"

"Well I dunno, do I? I'm not nosy, I just--"

"Oh come on, Ron!" Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "If one of them was a girl, what would you think?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"Well, I'd say they were dating, but they're both...." Ron trailed off, face splitting into a look of dawning realization.

Harry was the first to speak. "You reckon they're dating?" he asked, voice hushed.

"Married, actually."

Murder Mystery May Prompts

Pull out your detective hat and pipe! It's time for Murder Mystery May!

The clues are all left about, the murderer hides in the shadows, and it's up to you to figure out whodunit. Grab a word, gather the evidence, and see if you can solve the puzzle... or at least write a microfic or two! And Don't forget to Keep it Mini! 

Check out our Rules and FAQ for more information. Still need last month’s prompts? You can find them here. Got an idea for a theme? Send us an ask!

💖💖Love from your Wolfstar obsessed mods.

Remus adored his son. 

Teddy was sweet. Kind, and very empathetic for a four-year-old.

He also didn't understand the definition of 'whisper.'

So when Remus unthinkingly told his son that he should go throw out his empty paper cup of hot chocolate in the bin 'by that beautiful man' in the coffee shop, he should have known that his words would be repeated.

Loudly.

But unfortunately, he didn't realize until Teddy screeched, "THAT BEAUTIFUL MAN THERE WITH THE BLACK HAIR?"

And half of the room turned to look at them.

Wincing, Remus gazed down at his well-meaning son, trying to remind himself that Teddy was innocent and there were only fourteen more years until he was off to Uni. "Yes, Teds," he muttered under his breath with a sigh. "Right there."

Of course, the beautiful man was looking at him with a small smile, his strikingly gray eyes boring into Remus's soul. The coffee he'd just finished drinking seemed to shoot right through him, bubbling in his stomach and making him nauseous. 

And then Teddy made it worse. After throwing away his cup, he turned to the beautiful man and beamed. "Hi!"

The man smiled. "Hi, there! I'm Sirius!"

The four-year-old frowned. "No...I don't think so. You're smiling."

Sirius laughed, his smile so gorgeous Remus nearly melted into his chair. "Yeah, my parents weren't the best with names. Hey, did I hear there's a beautiful man in here?" He made a show of looking around conspiratorially for the person that didn't exist.

"It's you!" Teddy insisted, laughing.

"Wait, no! I found him! That bloke, over there!" Sirius said, voice overloaded with excitement, squinting like he was looking at something very far and pointing.

To Remus.

Remus's stomach turned.

Teddy laughed, oblivious. "That's my da!"

Now Sirius nodded, actually looking serious. "Yeah, that makes sense. I can see where you get your looks. Hey, will you introduce me?"

Teddy beamed.

It was so sweet. So adorable. And so fucking edearing, because the whole exchange was happening only two meters away. Remus scrambled to fix his expression so he didn't look quite so enamored as Teddy dragged Sirius–who was wearing a leather jacket and skinny jeans, holy shit–over.

"This is my da!" TEddy said proudly, waving in Remus's direction. "Da, this is Sirius. He's not very good at following the rules of his name."

Smiling, Remus stood, offering a hand. "Erm...hey, Sirius, I'm Remus."

"Remus," Sirius grinned easily. "Your son is quite the wingman. Do you perhaps have any plans later?"

Remus nearly passed out. Sirius wanted to go out with him? "Erm..."

"We're going to the park right now! You should come!" Teddy answered eagerly, completely unaware of Remus's mental spiral.

Sirius squatted down to look at Teddy again. "I love parks. Can we play catch?"

"YES!"

"I'm in. Remus? That okay?

Remus could only smile. "Yeah. Yeah, that's...great."