#maraders fic

@wolfstarmicrofic October Prompt 11 [Divination]

Warnings:

Word Count: 201 words

Sirius sat cross-legged, leaning over a deck of tarot cards laid out between him and Remus. His eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of the symbols, while Remus watched with a bemused smile.

"You're actually taking this seriously?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sirius shot him a look. "It’s Divination, Moony. It’s supposed to be serious."

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "Right, because you're known for your deep belief in mystic arts."

Sirius ignored him, flipping another card. The Lovers. His hand froze for a second before he quickly moved to cover it with another card.

"What's that one?" Remus leaned forward, catching the flash of red. "Sirius?"

"It’s just a card," he muttered, refusing to meet Remus’s eyes.

"Let me see."

Before Sirius could stop him, Remus got the card. His eyes lingered on the illustration, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "The Lovers, huh?"

Sirius shrugged, suddenly feeling too warm. "It doesn’t mean anything. These cards are rubbish anyway."

"Maybe," Remus said quietly, "or maybe you're just afraid it’s right."

Sirius finally looked up, caught in Remus’s gaze.

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September Prompt 4 [Muggle]

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 336 words

Sirius frowns at the ordinary map. The Muggle world is way more complicated than it should be.

"Lost?" Remus asks plainly, crossing his arms.

"No!" Sirius says defensively, "I'm just... figuring out the fastest way to get there."

Remus looks over Sirius’s shoulder at the map. "Sirius, it's upside-down."

Sirius blinks as he realizes Remus is correct and clears his throat. "I knew that." He flips it the right way.

Remus sighs. "Lead the way."

They walk for longer before Sirius stops again.

"Uhh... Moony?"

"Yes?"

"I don't know where we are," he admits sheepishly.

"I know." Remus takes his wand out and mutters a spell. "We have to go that way." He points.

Sirius blinks. "You could've done that the whole time?"

"Yes."

"Then why—"

"It was funny watching you pretend you aren't lost."

"We've been walking for an hour!"

"It was very funny," Remus adds.

Sirius pouts. "I hate you."

"No, you don't."

Sirius grumbles, folding the map with more force than necessary. "I could have figured it out eventually, you know."

Remus smiles softly, tucking his wand back into his jacket. "I'm sure you could’ve. In a few more hours, maybe."

Sirius glares at him. "You're enjoying this way too much."

"I am," Remus replies without shame. "Watching you try to navigate the Muggle world is quite entertaining."

Sirius huffs, but his lips twitch, betraying his attempt to stay annoyed. "Fine. Next time, you get to hold the map."

Remus chuckles. "Deal. But something tells me you'd miss being in charge."

"Not if it means being lost for an hour while you laugh at me."

"You're adorable."

Sirius blushes despite himself.

Remus smirks. "Come on, let's not get lost again. Or we'll never hear the end of it."

Sirius follows, still flustered. "You can't just say stuff like that."

Remus gives him a sideways glance, his expression innocent. "Why not?"

Sirius narrows his eyes. "You're insufferable."

"Mm-hmm." Remus hums. "But you don't hate me."

@wolfstarmicrofic October Prompt 7 [Ghost]

Warnings: none Word Count: 158 words

The common room was dim, lit only by the flickering fire. Remus lounged on the sofa, a sly grin on his face as he waited for Sirius. He had a plan.

When the door creaked open, Sirius burst in, excitement in his eyes. “Remus! You won’t believe—”

“Shh,” Remus interrupted, his voice low. “I heard a ghost.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, but a shiver ran down his spine. “You’re not serious.”

“Just listen,” Remus said, leaning closer. The fire crackled ominously, shadows dancing on the walls.

Suddenly, a moaning sound echoed from the corner of the room. Sirius froze, eyes wide. “What was that?”

Remus stifled a laugh. “I think he’s found you.”

Before Sirius could protest, a pale figure floated into view, eyes wide and mournful.

Sirius yelped, tripping over himself and landing hard. “Remus!”

Remus burst out laughing.

Sirius groaned, half-annoyed, half-relieved. “You scared me half to death!”

“I couldn’t resist,” Remus grinned.

@wolfstarmicrofic October Prompt 4 [Spy]

Undercover AU

Warnings: none I think

Word Count: 356 words

Remus Lupin had always known how to keep secrets. It was part of his job—disappearing, blending in, gathering intel for the Order. His skills as a spy were unmatched.

But none of that helped when Sirius Black walked back into his life.

They met in the usual place—a dimly lit pub tucked away in Knockturn Alley, Remus was nursing a glass of Firewhisky, his eyes constantly scanning the room. He barely looked up when Sirius slid into the booth across from him.

"You’re late," Remus said, his heart racing. It had been years since they’d seen each other—years since the war tore them apart.

Sirius smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Miss me that much?"

Remus didn’t answer. He couldn’t afford to. There were too many eyes, too many ears listening.

"You’ve been undercover too long, Moony," Sirius whispered, leaning closer so only Remus could hear. "You’re forgetting how to live."

"I’m doing my job," Remus shot back, glancing at the exit. "We can’t afford distractions."

Sirius’s gaze darkened. "I’m not a distraction, I’m your partner. Or have you forgotten?"

Remus clenched his jaw. He hadn’t forgotten—how could he? Sirius had always been reckless, always the one to dive headfirst into danger while Remus played the careful planner. But this was different.

Before Remus could respond, Sirius slipped a folded parchment across the table. "Here’s what you asked for. Everything you need. But there’s a catch."

Remus glanced at the parchment. "What catch?"

Sirius leaned in, his voice a low murmur. "I’m coming with you."

Remus froze. "You can’t. It’s too dangerous."

Sirius grinned, that familiar wild look in his eyes. "Danger’s never stopped me before. Besides, someone has to watch your back. You’re not the only one good at this, Moony."

Remus sighed, knowing the argument was pointless. He hated that Sirius was right. Alone, he could survive. But together… they had a chance to win.

"Fine," Remus muttered, finally taking the parchment. "But follow my lead, and for Merlin’s sake, try not to blow our cover."

@wolfstarmicrofic September Prompt 15 [DADA class]

Warnings: none

Word Count: 50 words

In the DADA class, the professor demonstrated a boggart, it turning into each student’s worst fear. Laughter and screams filled the air.

Remus leaned toward Sirius, whispering, “What if it turns into a werewolf?”

@wolfstarmicrofic October Prompt 10 [Trust]

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 197 words

Remus sat at the edge of the bed, shoulders tense. Sirius could feel the distance between them, unspoken words in the air.

"You don't have to stay," Remus said quietly, "Not... tonight."

Sirius frowned. "Why do you keep doing this?"

"Doing what?" Remus asked, his voice tight.

"Pushing me away. Like you're afraid I'll run if I get too close."

Remus's hands clenched into fists. "Because you should. You don't know what it's like—what I'm capable of."

Sirius knelt in front of him. "I know exactly what you're capable of, Remus. And it doesn't scare me. Not then, not now."

Remus's gaze dropped. "It should."

Sirius reached for his hand, fingers brushing over rough scars. "You're not a monster. Stop trying to convince me otherwise."

"I hurt people," Remus whispered. "What if I hurt you?"

"You won't." Sirius's voice was steady. "I trust you."

Remus finally met his gaze. It wasn't a declaration of love that Sirius offered, not this time. It was something that felt like more—trust that couldn’t be shaken.

In the silence that followed, Remus exhaled. He squeezed Sirius's hand, the smallest gesture, but it was enough.

@wolfstarmicrofic October Prompt 3 [Bonfire]

Warnings: reg is a confused boi, a bit of angst

Word Count: 636 words

A/N: Aroace Regulus, my beloved <3.and I think this is the longest one I've written. This might not be accurate. I'm not aroace myself, so I'm sorry if I got something wrong!

The crackling bonfire cast a warm glow over the group. James animatedly recounted the highlights of his latest date with Lily, who nestled comfortably against him. Peter sat nearby, listening intently.

Marlene and Dorcas roasted marshmallows, their playful banter filling the air. Evan lounged with his head resting in Barty’s lap, eyes half-closed, but a smile played on his lips as Barty complained about studying for the umpteenth time to Remus.

Remus leaned back against Sirius's legs. Sirius perched on a tree stump above him, effortlessly charming as he cracked jokes and joined in the stories.

Across the circle, Regulus frowned at the couples, arms crossed. Sirius looked at his brother, wanting to go to him but hesitating.

With a sigh, he tapped Remus's shoulder and caught his eye, nodding toward Regulus, silently asking for support. Remus offered an encouraging smile, nudging Sirius gently. "Go," he said.

And who was Sirius to ever question his words?

“Hey,” Sirius began, “Mind if I join you?”

Regulus shrugged, “Not like I could stop you,” he replied.

The brothers had only just started to mend their relationship, so Sirius felt a need to be careful. “What’s on your mind?” he asked.

Regulus stared into the flames. “I don’t know,” he admitted, “Everyone here is so… wrapped up in their feelings. And I don’t… understand.”

Sirius frowned. “You don't understand feelings?"

"I don't understand romantic feelings. There was this guy a year above. I—I thought I liked him. He was charming, and everyone else seemed to think he was perfect. I thought maybe I should feel something for him, too.”

“But you didn’t?”

Regulus shook his head, frustration creeping into his voice. "I tried. I really did. I wanted to feel that spark, that excitement everyone talks about. But I just... didn’t."

Sirius didn't know what to say to that. He didn't know how to understand.

Regulus turned to Sirius, curiosity glinting in his eyes. "How did you fall in love with Remus? What told you?"

Sirius paused, surprised by the question. "It wasn’t an overnight thing, really. It crept up on me."

"How?"

“At first, it was just his laugh. I remembered hearing it across the common room, and it would make everything else fade away. Then, it was the way he listened—like he genuinely cared about what I had to say, no matter how stupid. It made me feel seen."

“And then?” Regulus pressed, trying to understand something foreign to him.

“Then it was the little things,” Sirius continued. “The way he’d always remembered my favorite snacks or how he’d nudged me when I got too loud. But it was more than that. I wanted to be there for him, to support him when he was feeling down. I wanted to share my world with him.”

Regulus still looked puzzled. “But how did you know it was love and not friendship?”

Sirius chuckled. “I think it was when I realized I constantly thought about him, more when he wasn't around. I wanted to know everything about him, not just the surface stuff. I always wanted to be around him and felt this warmth in my chest whenever I saw him smile.”

Regulus furrowed his brow. “And it just clicked for you?”

“Yeah,” Sirius said, nodding. “It clicked when I realized I didn’t just want to be his friend; I wanted to be something more.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way about anyone. Not even close.”

Sirius placed a hand on Regulus’s shoulder. “That’s okay, you'll figure it out. You have all of us to help you."

“I just wish I understood it better," Regulus mumbled.

“If we all understood each other and ourselves, the world would be a hell of a lot different,” Sirius said.

Regulus sighed heavily and looked at his older brother. "You quoting that from Lupin?"

"Maybe." He grinned.

They sat together for a while before Sirius got up and turned to his brother. "Come on," he nodded toward the others.

Regulus frowned. "Are you sure?"

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September Prompt 3 [Wand]

Warnings: a tiny bit suggestive at the beginning?

Word Count: 163 words

In the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, Remus Lupin lay in bed, trying to steady his breathing. Beside him, Sirius Black shifted, propped on one elbow, watching him with an amused glint in his eyes.

You clearly do it wrong," Sirius said.

Remus raised an eyebrow. "And you’re the expert, are you?"

Sirius grinned. “Always.” With a flick of his wand, a soft stream of golden sparks floated in the air, dancing between them. "It’s about finesse."

Remus chuckled, grabbing his own wand from the bedside table. "I’ll have you know, Black, my finesse is unmatched."

"Prove it, Lupin."

Remus pointed his wand at Sirius’ chest, muttering an incantation. A warmth spread between them, and suddenly, a flurry of silver stars exploded in the air, twinkling above their heads. Sirius’ smirk faltered as he stared in awe.

"Okay," he murmured, "Maybe I spoke too soon."