#wolfstar microfic

@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. 

@wolfstarmicrofic - July 18: hydrate - words: 365

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 more than one mothfull down, so he wanted to save it until he found them.

He had had one beer yesterday and then sipped half of Sirius. It was not that. Maybe it was just 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 him.

With a thankfull grunt Remus collapsed in his boyfriend's lap and Sirius started pressing his fingers into shoulders that Remus hadn't even realised were tense.

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. Remus unwillingly opened his eyes to the head-splitting sunlight, and gritted his teeth.

"You don't have to stay here for my sake."

"The Aquarium then?" Sirius slowly suggested. "I want to see the sharks."

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.”

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.”

@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. 

@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. 

@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.

@wolfstarmicrofic July 14, word count 171

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Remus slid down the door after he’d seen Sirius out. He’d felt a few times like he was about to slide into hell, especially when Sirius had found his book and from the embarrassment after reacting like a psychopath when Sirius had touched his bookcase. It had almost been enough to make him hide away forever, but Sirius had shown him his plan for Remus’s fitness and made him promise he was going to come back to the gym. 

“Besides, I’ll need to give you your books back, and I won’t be coming here to do it,” Sirius smirked, and Remus gave in and promised he would turn up on the days Sirius had booked him in. 

Sirius's visit had been a lot, and at the same time, it had been amazing. Remus thoroughly enjoyed his company. The only problem he could see was that it would be very easy to fall in love with Sirius Black, and that terrified him more than anything that had happened since their first meeting.