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“No gods, no masters.”🎸 — I can’t believe Dear Your Holiness Remus exists and everyone just keep living their lives normally?? And the world keeps spinning??? HOW???? God bless MollyMaryMarie always and forever for gifting us this masterpiece of a fic. (Inspired by Dear Your Holiness by MollyMaryMarie on ao3)
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I need help finding a wolfstar fic y’all
Sirius basically quits his entire life and moves to another country and then he meets Remus and they fall in love
Ik it’s barely any info but pls y’all it was so good
do you possibly have any more information? (where they moved to, other tropes) ill do my best to find it!!!
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sirius black in his most godly state: sweaty back, damp curls against his forehead and neck, a single thin chain pressed cold against his chest, a locket over his erratically beating heart, a cold breeze against his steaming skin, oil stained shirt clinging to his skin, the remnants of bike repairs as black spots on his finger tips, high on adrenaline just back from his bike tour, panting and laughing breathlessly, shaking the tension out of his arms, ink spread under his skin.
any onlooker is caught, frozen, staring, unable to pull themselves away.
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April 3 - Obscuro
Prompt 3 @wolfstarmicrofic words: 484
ABBA blasted from the speakers of the record player in the corner of the common room , barely audible over the cheering and whooping coming from Remus’ friends.
“Remus, it’s your turn,” Marlene said from behind him, having just come back from a successful guess.
Remus shook his head, declining as he took a sip of his drink. He was vaguely aware that he probabaly shouldn’t be drinking anymore. A warm feeling had spread through his bones and every light and voice had become pleasantly dim but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
But no matter how drunk he was there was no way he was playing this stupid party game, guessing someone from a line of people by practically groping him. He was severely concerned for the complete and utter boredom someone had been through to come up with this game.
Currently, James, Sirius, Mary and a few older students were standing in a line as potential guesses.
A chant carried around the circle.
“Re-mus! Re-mus! Re-mus!”
The alcohol took hold of Remus and his mouth moved without his consent. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
The circle erupted into cheers.
Before Remus could so much as blink Peter had charmed a blindfold over his eyes and two hands had been wrapped around his shoulders. He heard the distant murmuring of discussion from the line of people deciding who they should send for Remus to guess. As soon as it stopped the hands around his shoulders pushed Remus forward into an alcohol warm chest.
Remus stumbled back immediately, reclaiming his bubble of personal space. He took a moment to steal himself before thrusting his hands forward, they landed on a pair of bony shoulders.
Okay, probably wasn’t James, Remus thought. They’d be broader and more muscular. It could be any one of the older students though.
Remus’ hands said down to meet the mystery persons own. Immediately, the breath left his lungs.
Those hands, he could recognise those hands anywhere.
Those were the hands he had stared at, tapping on a desk absentmindedly during class.
Those were the hands that were smoother than any of the girls’, always well manicured and moisturised.
Those were the hands that Remus had thought of reaching out and holding for the past two years. Remus would never admit it but sometimes at night when the weight of his blankets seemed crushing, and the gentle breath of his best friend seemed so far away, he clasped his own and imagined they were someone else’s as he drifted off to sleep.
“S-Sirius?” He questioned once he had gotten his voice back.
The circle erupted into cheers again. Remus’ vision was restored and he was met with Sirius’ dazzling smile.
“I think that was the quickest one yet,” Sirius said, clapping him on the back.
Remus hoped he had turned away before the other boy could see his reddening cheeks.
