#wolfstar if you squint

[spindrifters]

I've been doing battle with my internet all day to get this up for Lynxmas. I would not be bested!! I refused and I persevered!! So a very happy birthday from me and the rowdy 11 year olds to our favorite barwench humble forest cat @lynxindisguise!!

There’s a peculiar shuffle to sharing one’s room, a frenzy of activity when it comes to four boys squashed into a rather small circular dorm that puts Remus—not only used to the solitude of his own little cottage bedroom, but raised without so much as a single other child his own age for at least ten miles in each direction—decidedly on edge.

It’s a continuation of the chaos from the welcoming feast, where the newly-sorted Gryffindor boys had quickly found their stride and accompanying role in the ecosystem. James and Sirius, no longer competing over who could eat more chicken thighs but still loudly trying to one-up each other’s boasts about feats of accidental magic. Peter, scrabbling to get a word in while his eyes gleamed with excitement each time one of them noticed. And Remus, the impulse to join in the fun warring with Dad’s gentle word of warning before he climbed on the train earlier in the day—can’t be too careful, lad.

He pushes that to the side, focusing instead on finding his plush grindylow Raccoon at the bottom of his trunk. It’s a poor replacement for Jeff, the very real grindylow who lives at the bottom of his garden pond and who he already misses something fierce—and he is not going to let the other boys see that he brought a stuffed animal with him to school, thank you very much—but still. It helps to know that Raccoon’s there. It helps to know he'll have at least one friend at school.

Because Peter’s nice, but he and James are already friends from growing up, and Sirius and James… Well, he supposes they mean well, but with their shining black shoes and posh accents and the way they barrel loud and bright through a conversation like nothing in the world could touch them, Remus can’t help but be intimidated. For Merlin’s sake, Sirius has silver monogrammed cufflinks on the sleeves of his school uniform. Even if Remus does manage the courage to ever string more than two words together in front of his new dormmates, he can’t imagine they’d ever want to be friends with someone like him.

There’s a flash then, followed by a bang, and Remus becomes briefly distracted by a whirling firework escaping from James’s trunk. There’s laughter at that, a slight salve to his fluttering, nervous gut when the other boy winks at him from behind square-frame glasses, but then James turns back to say something to Sirius instead and stops. He gapes.

“Why are you wearing a dress?”

“It’s not a dress,” Sirius sniffs, looking affronted at the very idea. “It’s a nightshirt.”

Well, whatever it is Sirius has changed into while the rest of them weren’t paying attention, it certainly looks like a dress. It’s white, and ankle-length, and buttoned all the way up to just beneath his chin. Also, it’s frilly. Very frilly. If anything, it looks like something out of Ma’s old and battered copy of A Christmas Carol, like he should really have a long nightcap and candleholder to go with it.

Remus can’t help it. He snorts.

Sirius snaps his gaze over, steel grey eyes boring holes into him, and Remus wants to melt into the floor beneath his feet. “Well, what do you wear to sleep, then, if it’s so funny?” he snaps.

“Not my gran’s nightie,” Remus replies, feeling he ought to be congratulated, actually, on such a witty remark. Only Sirius’s eyes flash at that, and immediately his jaw clamps jaw shut.

But then James is cackling, and Sirius seems to take in his new dormmates for the first time since they all began changing for bed. James, in a vest and Quidditch shorts. Peter, in a matching set of broomstick-patterned pyjamas. Remus, in a pair of joggers and the oversized green jumper that still smells like Dad. A red flush creeps up Sirius’s pale cheeks. “Oh.”

It occurs to Remus then, that this wasn’t at all what he wanted, either. He didn’t want to make Sirius feel bad about it. He hadn’t wanted to embarrass him.

So it’s a poor offering, maybe, but he finds himself digging out another jumper—orange, this time, but a nice soft one, and not too oversized or nubby—and says, “D’you want to borrow it?”

A moment passes, then two, and then Sirius is smiling wide. “Cheers, Lupin,” he says, a shine in his eyes of something Remus doesn’t quite know how to place.

In future days he’ll come to understand that that look is the surefire sign of Sirius about to do something that’s not the done thing—not by pureblood standards, anyway, whatever the hell those are. All he knows right now is that Sirius isn’t yelling at him—or worse, ignoring him—and then James is throwing an extra pair of Quidditch shorts at Sirius’s face and saying no one wants to see his skivvies, and then Peter is breaking out a massive bag of Bertie Bott’s to share, and maybe it turns out that Remus can have friends, actually, after all.

#remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #wolfstar if you squint #baby pre wolfstar anyway #my fic #lynx tag

[evyltalks]

Would you prefer slutty wolfstar or slutty wolfstar with angsty undertone ?

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #angsty if you squint your eyes #mostly slutty #marauders fanart #fanart #sirius orion black #remus lupin fanart #tattooed sirius #tattooed remus #suggestive #they’re hot #theyre in love your honor #illustration #r/s #art

[himbionn]

Pov: Boys™️

(Tap picture for better quality)

There's not enough art of just these four vibin so I've taken the liberty of doing it MYSELF.

#the marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders era #harry potter #peter pettigrew #wolfstar if you squint cause why not but eh #me and my partner fell into the hole of these four #cause we have strong opinions #DO NOT TAG ATYD OR ILL FIND YOU /HJ #hehe anyways

[lynxindisguise]

blaming this on @plecotusauritus and, per usual, @spindrifters

canon-inspired praise-kink remus, dom/sub dynamics, but mostly just crying

“No one would have made me a prefect, I spent too much time in detention with James. Moony was the good boy, he got the badge.” 

Beneath the table, Sirius gives Remus’s knee a teasing squeeze before his hand creeps higher up his thigh. 

Remus clears his throat, begging the blood vessels in his cheeks to behave themselves. Per usual, his body betrays him. 

“I think Dumbledore might have hoped that I would be able to exercise some control over my... best friends,” Remus says through clenched teeth, batting Sirius’s hand away. “I need scarcely say that I failed dismally.” 

Sirius’s grin is the glint of a dagger in his peripherals. It’s blunter than it used to be, than the slick smirk of his memories. 

“Please Moony. I can be good, I promise. I’ll make it up to you.”

They sneak off to their room at the first opportunity. Sirius sits himself on the edge of the bed, as if waiting for Remus’s command. But then his palm is pressed flat against Remus’s chest, holding him at a distance. 

“Strip for me, Moony.” 

Remus freezes. Under the blue tinge of moonlight, his hair is streaked with silver, his body a textured map of scars and jutting bones and the soft give at his middle. But in the orange haze of early evening, he’s a lopsided canvas artlessly slashed and dulled with grey. 

“Go on, Moony. For me.” Sirius’s tone is the gentle caress of a shard of glass. 

Head bowed, he shrugs off his cardigan. Trembling fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

“You have such lovely hands, Moony.” 

This wrings a chuckle from him, and with it, some of the tension in his shoulders. His shirt falls open, and his heart relocates itself to his throat.

“Keep going, baby. You’re doing so well. Such a good boy.”

This is new. Very new. It was always Sirius writhing beneath him, begging for release as Remus made a tally of his disobedience on his deceptively perfect flesh. 

Now his skin is stained with ink, and Remus is standing before him in all his imperfect glory. 

“Oh Moons, you’re so handsome. Look at you.” A choked whine escapes Sirius as tears spill from Remus’s eyes. “Hey, no, come here.” 

Sirius sits up on his knees, hands ready to catch Remus’s face as he shuffles forward. He licks the tears from his cheeks and kisses his greying temples as his hands slide down to his waist. 

“I’m sorry,” Sirius whispers against the corner of his mouth, raw and stinging with salt. “You did such a good job, Moony. Let me make it up to you.” 

#wolfstar #wolfstar crying during sex agenda #sirius definitely called remus 'moony' and not 'lupin' harry just has selective hearing #wolfstarbucks if you squint #praise kink remus

[floralembarrassment]

What did you Expect? (1/1) (jegulus | wolfstar)

"You know your cousin's kid is a little brat," Regulus chided, waggling a finger at Sirius.

"Oh so now she's my cousin?" Sirius retorted, drawing out the 'my' and feigning a pearl clutch.

"Well technically she's always been your cousin," Regulus volleyed back matter-of-factly.

"She's your cousin too Reg, and in fact we only talk to her because of you," Sirius huffed.

"All I'm saying is he is a little shit." Regulus folded his arms as he spoke with a tone of finality.

"Darling, I don't know how to tell you this but umm what did you expect? First of all he's a Malfoy... second of all you know who his parents are, and honestly a kid named Draco has to be a bully otherwise he would get bullied." James placed a gentle hand on Regulus' shoulder as came to stand behind him.

Regulus fell into James' chest, and leaning his head back on James' shoulder he sighed: "well maybe he needs to be bullied," and a small glint appeared in his eyes.

"Reg, no. Come on Harry would be so upset."

Regulus quickly spun around to look at James. He pointed a finger at him, "oh fine but if it wasn't for him I would be bullying that twerp."

"Agreed" Sirius and James said in unison.

"What did he do?" Remus asked.

Sirius' mouth fell open in brief betrayal. "Moony come on. You can't seriously be trying to play devil's advocate. It's Lucius Malloy's boy! He's bound to be a dick," Sirius waved his arms dramatically as he spoke, but no one missed the upturn of his lips as he purposefully messed up the last name.

"I just want to know the story," Remus said waving Sirius off, who only rolled his eyes in response.

"You just want the gossip," Regulus corrected.

"Sue me," Remus said shrugging his shoulders.

"He bought his way onto the quidditch team and then called his daddy when Harry beat him anyway before breaking his arm..." James explained.

"HE BROKE HIS ARM?" Remus jumped up from his seat. He looked between the three others incredulously.

"Technically his house elf set a bludger after him," Regulus corrected.

"Here we go again, you and the elves..." Sirius threw his arms in the air and dropped them quickly by his side.

Regulus continued as if Sirius didn't exist: "If I thought he was smart enough to charm it himself, I would be pushing it harder, but that kid is as dumb as his hair is blonde. Harry is fine though, Madame Pomfrey is excellent as always." Regulus glossed over the insult and quickly a warm feeling fell over the group at the reminder of Madame Pomfrey's caring abilities.

After a moment Remus spoke. Breaking the silence: "It's a good thing he's got a crush on the Weasley girl,"

The others looked at him a bit quizzically.

"What? If he's anything like his fathers, we'll all be lucky if doesn't end up in love with the boy," And Remus burst into laughter. While Sirius' barks soon followed, James and Regulus shared worried looks.

#honestly this is too funny to me #jegulus #wink at avpm #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #fanfic #lgbtq+ #marauders fandom #drarry if you squint #remus x sirius #wolfstar #jegulus raising harry #harry potter #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #draco malfoy #fluff

[sliebman10]

Cousin

"Moony," Sirius hissed behind his glass of scotch.

"Yes?" Remus said, raising his eyebrow.

"Since when are Harry and my cousin so friendly?" he asked, nodding toward where Harry and Draco were sitting on the sofa. Harry was clearly telling some sort of story and Draco was listening with rapt attention.

Remus shrugged. "I don't know why he'd like a haughty pureblood who rejected his father's worldview."

Sirius opened his mouth to say something else but closed it and kissed Remus's cheek instead. "Well, if you put it like that…"

Word count: 90

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry...if you squint #wolfstar raising harry #cousin

[elliemarchetti]

Obsession (Part 3)

@jilymicrofics’s prompt #29

Prompt: Disgrace

Part 1

Part 2

Words: 539

If only his job hadn't also depended on that damned phone, James would’ve been tempted to unplug the one sitting on the bedside table in his hotel room. These days it did nothing but bring bad news, like the call he had received a little past dawn and nearly caused him a heart attack. Another body had been found in a nearby park, and his first thought had been that it was his wife’s. For some strange reason, his sick mind had pictured her naked, tossed in the grass like garbage, too pale and too still for him to confirm her identity without crying, but when sleep had completely dissipated and his mind had cleared, he realized his partner would’ve never broken the news to him so calmly. First, he too had a boyfriend and certainly had no difficulty in empathizing with what James felt, and second, he was friend with Lily too. Still, another call, another disgrace.

This time, the killer had picked a police officer as his victim, surprising him with a garrotte on his morning jog.

“Ryan Thomas was a strong, trained man,” Sirius mused, twirling a pencil between his fingers. “Our killer can’t be just anyone. Maybe he underwent military training, or…”

Whatever his best friend said, James wasn’t listening anymore. He hadn’t told anyone that he had recognized, even if he couldn’t put a name or a face to it, the voice of his wife’s kidnapper, but now that someone else had mentioned the possibility of him being a former student at the academy everything came back.

“Do you remember Snape?” he asked, interrupting his assumptions. Sirius looked at him with a puzzled expression, but subconsciously he must’ve understood where he was going with this, or he wouldn’t have put the pencil back on the desk.

“Severus? It’s been a long time,” he replied, but they were both aware of how bitter their former classmate could be. Everyone knew how much James and Sirius loved to joke and make fun of others, and even if they rarely behaved like bullies, showing some decency to the less fortunate, that guy got too much on their nerves to just let him be. He was a racist, classist, misogynist and he deserved to have his life made a living Hell until he retired. They even celebrated with a couple beers at a nearby pub when they found out he wasn’t on the list of names of those who would take the shooting test the following week. Turns out, they got rid of him only for a while, but they hadn’t eradicated his crazy ideals.

“But why obsess over Lily?” Sirius asked, and the question would’ve been more than legitimate, if only James hadn’t been certain he had seen her, on more than one occasion. They even kissed in front of that bastard. “Ask Peter to find out everything he can about him and make sure he keeps it confidential,” he nearly shouted to Sirius before bolting out of the office and heading as quickly as possible to his car. If he wasn’t wrong, and he was sure he wasn’t, there were other clues hidden in his house that, if coded correctly, would lead him to his beloved.

#jilymicrofics #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #severus snape #sorry if making him the villain is too predictable #(wolfstar if you squint very hard) #remember that being gay in the 80's was frowned upon #and sirius loves his job #so he's not making everyone aware of his relationship

[cuddlebugsirius]

Warning: I cried writing this, so you might cry reading this, but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ this @wolfstarmicrofic is for the May 23rd prompt 'pool' and is a beyond the veil Wolfstar reunion scene, post-Second Wizarding War. Everyone's dead. But no one is alone!

Remus woke to a murmur that was slowly growing louder, his head pillowed on a strangely familiar surface. As the voice grew louder, he recognised it: Sirius.

“My Moony is here, my Moony is here, look Prongs, he's finally here!”

He coughed just once, blinking in the low light, and saw the radiant face of his love leant over his frame. It was then he realised why it was so familiar, this place.

“We’re in the clearing?”

“Moony,” Sirius breathed, toppling Remus off of his lap so that he could flop on top of him in a hug; “Gods, Moony, I've missed being able to touch you so much,”

Eyes watering, he caught James hovering a few feet away from them, Remus' arms full of the boy he loved and the clearing full of their long-gone friends and family. The sun was just rising, casting shadows of the lush fruit trees across the wide open space as everyone he'd been missing came closer and closer to them. Potter Manor was far in the distance, but he would recognise the grove of trees they'd lounged in every summer from fourth year on for eternity.

“Did he live?” He asked, watching Lily and James’ reactions closely, “did we manage it?”

“He lived,” Lily nodded, silent tears streaming down her face as they pooled in James' eyes; “I’m so sorry it cost you your life too, Remus, we never meant to-“

“Don't,” he cut her off, holding Sirius tightly as he sobbed to Remus’ chest; “don't ever apologise for letting me save your boy, or for bringing me back to my love, Lily Potter. If you do I'll, I’ll…”

She was smiling now, cheeks wet but eyes bright; “you’ll what?”

“I’ll- I will never braid your hair for you again!”

A broken laugh escaped Sirius, Remus slowly sitting the pair of them up and nudging him back so that he could see his face more clearly. To take his face in his hands again near knocked the wind from him, but he gathered all the strength he had to say: “hi, Pads,”

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #emotional reunion #wolfstar fanfiction #canon if you squint #canon if you can't #beyond the veil #of death #afterlife au

[waspinyourdrink]

The marauders all being huge Bowie stans is my favourite thing, imagine them blasting him on Remus's record player, Sirius and Remus are stood on one bed (probably James's) half screaming the lyrics at each other, Sirius falls to his knees at his favourite parts and Remus would haul him back up, with Sirius half collapsing on him, to sing the lyrics in his face, Peter is sprawled across the floor, occasionally sticking his hands in the air and gesturing emphatically while he sings, James is dancing around the room, everything is a prop, he swings around their bed posts and throws himself around the room somehow to the time of the song, all of them are using their wands as mics

#its chaos #the tomfoolery only hightens when they're drunk #can you imagine #marauders era #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #wolfstar #if you squint

[theresthesnitch]

Lost time is never found again

For Sirius and Harry Saturday, and Sirius’s death date, I’ve written this angsty little piece. vaguely a twist on the prompt: Sirius comes back from the veil wrong.

The veil is thick.

It looked thin when Sirius stood next to it, fought next to it, but it was thick, suffocatingly so. It felt like he was swimming through custard, breathing in custard. Whatever the spell was that Bella hit him with was rooted in his chest, immovable and anchored into the soul of him, a great ball of heat and pain that Sirius could almost feel but wasn’t quite reaching him.

Couldn’t quite reach him through the thick veil.

He wasn’t dead. That was the only thing he was really sure of. He had spoken with enough ghosts at Hogwarts to know what death felt like, and this was not it. Death was light, freeing. Unrestrained from the daily pains of being human.

But the veil was thick, heavy. He was weighed down by the heft of his life decisions—those that he made and those that he never got a chance to make. It was painful, hard, difficult. He felt like he might break underneath it.

He was adjacent to death, he thought. Occasionally, he thought he could feel James reaching for him, could hear Effie crying for him, but he couldn’t reach them.

He felt Peter go past him, and he reached out, clawing for him, scratching at him. Peter saw him, but acted like he did not.

He saw Remus too. Remus reached for him, but they could not touch. His fingers brushed almost close enough to feel, but Remus was dead, and Sirius was stuck.

He saw Harry glide through, and Sirius screamed his name. Harry didn’t see him. Sirius screamed more. Then, he watched Harry go back, and it was the first time that it occurred to him that back might be possible.

He spent his time trying to get out. It worked sometimes, he thought. He felt himself slip closer to the doorway sometimes, though sometimes he slipped the wrong way.

He couldn’t tell how much time was passing anymore. There were no sunrises and sunsets. He couldn’t put little ticks on the wall for how many days he spent in the veil like he did in Azkaban. The mass of the veil around him seemed to press the days out of him, and he could have been there for a single day or a thousand years, and he’d have no idea.

He stopped looking for people he knew passing through when he thought he saw Fleamont. Fleamont was dead well before Sirius, so he was sure the veil was taking what was left of his mind, too.

Finally, he shifted one day and felt himself slide out of the veil toward the doorway. It happened fast, and he wasn’t really sure what made it finally work, but he tumbled out onto the floor, coughing.

It looked just like it did when he fell through. The air felt a bit different, but Sirius was sure it was just because he had been squeezed out of the veil like toothpaste from the tube.

He looked around, and his eyes fell on Harry. He was older than Sirius expected—clearly more than a few days had passed like Sirius hoped, but age seemed to have softened him. The cracks in his appearance like stress fractures under the burden of his destiny seemed smoothed over in his age.

“Harry? How long has it been?”

The face in front of him gave a small smile, and the illusion fell. Harry did not have that nose, or freckles like that. There was no scar. His eyes were brown. “I’m not Harry, actually. I’m James.”

Except that was wrong, too. James and Harry looked similar, but Sirius had always been able to see where they were different. This person wasn’t Harry, but he wasn’t James either.

“I knew James, and you are not him.”

The man fully smiled now. “No, you’re right. That James was my grandfather, though I never met him, and Harry was my father.”

The weight of the word was fell somewhere behind his ribs, but Sirius ignored it for now, unable to deal with it.

“Harry’s your father, so you must be…”

“James Sirius Potter, son of Harry and Ginny Potter.”

Tears stung Sirius’s eyes. He’d missed far more time than he realized. A soft hand fell to his shoulder.

“Do you know where you are?”

Sirius had to clear his throat a few times before he could speak. “The Department of Mysteries, right?”

“That’s right. You are Sirius, right?”

Sirius could only nod.

“We could hear something behind the veil, and I knew from my father’s stories that you had fallen through. We never suspected you were still in there.”

Sirius opened his eyes again, taking a minute to focus on James. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

He nodded. “I’m so sorry.”

“And Harry?” Sirius choked on the word, needing to ask but not wanting to.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Sirius sobbed, covering his face with his hands. He had lost so much, and the irony that Harry’s son was now comforting him—Harry’s son who, by the looks of it, was older than him—and that he had lost another generation of Potters he loved. Would he be around to lose one more?

“It happened a few years ago. It was age related, if you believe it. He laughed on his dying bed that he always suspected he’d die loudly, in battle, and so death was quieter than he expected.” James cleared his throat, still pained by the memory. “He talked about seeing you again. He was excited for that.”

Sirius cried harder now. “What do I do now? I’ve lost everything.”

James spoke quietly, offering Sirius a place in his home, but it felt wrong. He was being saved, once again, by James Potter, but in a way that felt like missing a step instead of coming home.

He was so tired of missing steps in his life.

He was so tired of missing home.

#sirius black #sirius and harry saturday #sirius black deathday celebration #james sirius potter #James S is an unspeakable #tw: death #tw: discussion of death #vague wolfstar if you squint #snitchwrites

[peanut-in-the-goal]

Did I disappear for nine months? Maybe. I'm back though with another fic for you people

Sirius loved deeply. He always has. His family didn’t love him much. He was born to continue the bloodline, to make sure the family name continues and that purebloods never die. He was born because that’s what was expected of Walburga and Orion Black. He wasn’t born out of want nor love, he was born out of expectation and need.

He’s known he wasn’t loved since he was young. He didn’t minded their opinion much anymore. Sure it hurt when his own mother told him he was useless and unlovable. Or when his father spit curse after curse at him like it was the easiest thing in the world. And of course it was unpleasant when his youngr brother started looking at him like he was nothing more than the dirt under his shoes. 

But he’s used to it now. He had the choice of siding with his family and earning their approval, or choosing his own path, and living his life his way. And Sirius chose to live. He waved way his own life without a second thought and created a new family at the age of 11.

He found comfort and safety in his new mates at Hogwarts. The mates who have taught him what real care felt like. And warmth and love. Not the superficial stuff his family pretended to provide at social events where they’d be kind to him and look proud of their young son in the publics eye. He felt the real love his friends provided when no one was there watching them, prompting them to be kind to him.

He’d never felt that before.

James was his brother. James stuck by him when his own brother refused to. 

He had Peter. Peter who was nervous and awkward but a great lad to be around. Peter who brought him muffins from the kitchens, and collected rocks that he thought was cool from the lake to give to Sirius.

And there was Remus. Remus who he was currently pining over, Remus. Remus with his oversized sweaters and wooly socks and bitter tea, Remus. Remus who turned into a werewolf once a month and still finds time to talk Sirius down from nightmares, Remus.

Remus who Sirius thinks he;s in love with, Remus.

And Sirius black loves hard. He loves all his mates, but Sirius Black loves Remus Lupin.

It scares him the first time he realizes that. He’s barely has a crush before and now he’s inlove with one of his best mates. 

He hides from Remus for a week when he first finds out. It’s subtle at first. He sits on the other side of the table in the great hall, sliding into the seat next to James and leaving Peter to sit next to Remus. Or teaming up with Peter in Charms class for the new project instead. He sat on the other side of James in potions so he wouldn’t be between Remus and James. He evades their nightly game of wizards chest, claiming to be super tired that entire week and going to bed early.

His game of hide and seek ends by the fifth day. After claiming to be tired once again, and he’s laying in bed with his curtains drawn, reading a book by wandlight, his curtains slowly open. He squints at the opening, the bright light hurting his eyes after laying in the dim bed for the better part of an hour. Because of course all his mates are still awake. They’re 15 year old boys who practically live off of caffeine. 

Remus’ head pokes past his curtains and Sirius inwardly groans. Because how can he look Remus in the eye when he’s wearing that red and brown checkered sweater with that sad look on his face, and tell him that he’s okay, and really is just tired.

“Did I do something wrong?” Remus asks. And woah is that not what Sirius expected him to say. He sits up, his book falling closed on his lap but he can’t even begin to care that he’s lost his page.

“What?” Sirius starts.

“Have I done something wrong?” Remus says again. “Because you have barely looked at me in these past few days and you won’t talk to me, and you won’t even sit by me anymore. And I guess it’s fine if that’s what you want to do but please just tell me if I’ve done something wrong.”

“Woah, woah, woah, Remus, hey—” Sirius tries to cut him off.

“If I’ve done something wrong at least let me know, that way I can fix it, andit won’t happen again.” His voice gets thicker the more he talks, and he won’t look Sirius in the eye. 

“Rem, wait a second.” Sirius dully registers the fact that James and Peter have stopped their bantering, no doubt listening to Remus’ rants but he can hardly bring himself to care.

“It’s been eating at me, trying to figure out what i’ve done but I can’t think of anything.”

“Remus.” Sirius says. And Remus finally snaps his mouth shut and looks at Sirius. His onslaught of emotion and words seeming to end. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Remus opens his mouth like he wants to protest, but finds that he can’t because he really didn’t do anything wrong. 

“What?” He asks. And his voice is barely there, a ghost of a whisper as his voice breaks.

“Just…” Sirius starts, huffing in frustration while his hands start grabbing at his sheets and blankets looking for his wand. His book falls onto the ground and makes a small thud on the hard floor. “There you are,” he mumbles, finally finding his wand buried in his bed.

“Get in here.” He says, grabbing Remus’ arm and tugging him into his bed to sit across from him. He pulls the curtains closed again and casts a small muffliato so Peter and James can’t hear them. He takes a deep breath.

“I like you, okay?” He says. He fidgets with his hands, tossing his wand back and forth and rubbing it between his fingers. 

Remus’ eyebrows furrow. “Oh.”

And Sirius scoffs. At Remus, but also at himself because how could he be so stupid to hope that someone as great and pure as Remus could ever like someone as horrible and cruel as him.

“Yeah, oh.” He says. He’s looking at his lands now, the engraving on his wand suddenly extremely interesting. 

“Why?” Remus asks. It’s Sirius’ turn to furrow his eyes in confusion. 

“What do you mean why? You’re you. You’re moony. You’re thoughtful and protective, and you mother hen me sometimes which I thought would have been James’ job, but hey, roles change I guess,” he rambles. “And you’re stupid oversized sweaters and goss unsweetened tea and the way you smell like firewood and old books that just feels so welcoming and like what I think home should smell like.” Sirius spares a glance up to see Remus looking back at him with this blank and expression on his face. His eyes stay there, staring into Remus’.

“And those freckles you have covering your skin, and the scars that litter your body but show how strong you are, and how unbreakable you are. You’re pretty cool, Rem.” He says.

And Remus stares.

“Oh.” He says again. Sirius’ eyes flick back down to his hands. 

“Mhm.” He hums. “And I get it that you don’t feel the same. Merlin, you’re straight, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Sirius shakes his head, laughing at himself bitterly. “You can go now, I just thought you should know. You can stop blaming yourself now.”

Sirius gestured towards the curtains, lifting open a flap for Remus to leave through.

“I-I’m not. I’m not straight.” Remus says. Sirius just looks at him because of course that’s what Remus took away from this. 

“Oh.” Sirius says. “Okay, cool.”

“I’m bisexual.” Remus says. Sirius nods slowly.

“Okay Moony, thank you for telling me.” He says. Because what is he supposed to say? Congratulations?

“And you’re wrong.” Remus says. He doesn’t sound unsure of himself anymore, a new found confidence making itself known.

“Quoi?” Sirius questions. “What?”

“I like you.” Remus says to him. He looks him dead in the eye, ambr eyes meeting grey.

“Oh, sick.” Sirius says, and Remus snorts in laughter. 

“Yes Sirius, it’s very sick indeed.”

And Sirius laughs, smacking Remus with a pillow. “Yeah, yeah.”  He says. “What now?” He asks.

Remus shrugs. “I don’t know, we don’t have to decide now.”  He says. “We can just see what happens, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Sirius says. He sticks his fist out as an invitation for an awkward fist bump. Remus grins and returns it. “I’d like that.”

“Sirius! Stop the buzzing in our ears!” James yells. Sirius sighs and lays down.

“Way to ruin the moment, Potter.”  He says to himself. Remus chuckles and lays next to Sirius, rather close to himso he doesn’t fall off the bed. Sirius scoots over awkwardly to try and make room.

“I say you don’t lift the muffiato until tomorrow because of that.”

Sirius grins.

#nico writes #wolfstar #fic #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #peanut writes #hurt/comfort #fluff #angst #if you squint #light angst #light light light angst #rare #i know

[daffodilsonaprettystring]

15k words into Titanic Wolfstar AU and the threats to keep Remus alive are steadily growing.

But like I think my Freindos are also forgetting I have the ability to kill Lily, Regulus, James, Minerva, Poppy, Albus, Aberforth, and the Black parents, who are all also passengers on my Titanic??

If I wanted to keep to canon (in the movie anyway) about half those characters would all die, and the Black parents would live??? Do I rlly wanna do that???

Lol we'll see.

#wolfstar #marauders #remus lupin #jegulus #sirius black #regulus black #james potter #also yes my fic will have Jegulus #if you squint real hard #they’re very much a Side Romance #mostly only there because my sister loves Jegulus #and I love my sister❤️❤️ #Wolfstar Titanic AU

[imsiriuslyreading]

Fanfic writer self-appreciation! (totally stole this from an anon I saw but I like this cute little virtuous circle, so). Answer this, then pass the ask along to your favorite writer, your mutuals, or just someone who needs to answer it. If I were to read one fic of yours that best reveals who you are as a writer, or the one you’re MOST proud of, which fic should I read?

oh hiya sol

i had a couple anon asks of this too so i’ll answer it hereeee 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

okay gonna cheat and give two answers soz

if u want my accidental autobiography read this:

the one i’m most proud of? easy.

ghost reggie. aka:

#panville #regulus arcturus black #drarry #if you squint #jegulus #wolfstar #obvs

[sliebman10]

Blackbird

“Sirius?” He heard the familiar voice in the darkness, but it took him a minute to realize it was coming from the mirror on his nightstand. He picked up the mirror, checked to make sure it didn’t disturb Remus, and went into their bathroom. 

“Harry? What’s wrong?” Sirius asked. Harry’s face came into view, along with the sounds of wailing coming from the bundle in Harry’s arms.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what's wrong with him…I want Ginny to sleep, but I can’t…” Harry trailed off, near tears. 

“On my way.” Sirius said, not thinking twice about it. He went back into their bedroom and quickly scrawled a note for Remus and left it where he would find it. Grabbing the pajama bottoms and t-shirt at the foot of the bed, he quickly pulled them on and grabbed his wand. He glanced back at Remus, who hadn’t moved, before heading to the Floo. 

He stepped out, shaking the ash from his hair. The lights were on in the living room, where he found Harry. When Harry saw him, his eyes filled with tears. Sirius crossed the room in two strides and pulled his godson close, with the baby in between them.

“Thank you for coming…I just…I didn’t know what to do-”

“It’s all right, Harry. I don’t mind.” Sirius said, moving his hand in a slow circle on Harry’s back. “Ginny’s asleep?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want to…she’s exhausted…”

Sirius took James out of Harry’s arms. “Get some rest, Harry. I can look after him for a while.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Go.”  Harry slowly went to the stairs, looking back at Sirius and his crying son. “He’s all right, Harry.” Harry nodded and went up the stairs. 

Sirius looked down at James, whose face was red from crying. “What do you say, mate? Need a bottle?"

Sirius made up the bottle, exercising a muscle memory that he didn’t remember he had from when Harry was a baby. He waved his wand at the harsh lights and they softened to a relaxing glow. Sitting down in the rocker, he situated James so he could give him the bottle. James stopped crying as he took the bottle. “There we are. You take after your dad. He wanted to eat a lot at night too.” 

When he finished the bottle, Sirius put James over his shoulder and rubbed his back. He sang softly as he rocked the rocker. “Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly…”

(to be continued...)

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #if you squint #but mostly #harry and sirius #sirius black #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar grandads #good godfather sirius black

[oxydiane]

james potter cries seven times when two of his best friends get married

twice during the ceremony (when sirius walks down the aisle arm in arm with fleamont and during vows/rings/kiss), once while he accompanies them for the pictures (the photographers awkwardly offer him a handkerchief when he lets out a particularly loud sob as remus dips sirius for a kiss and holds him there until the clicks from the camera stop), once when they arrive at the afterparty (they make their way to the buffet hand in hand and open it by feeding each other), once during his bestman speech (self explanatory, he is a mess), once during the cake (they smear it on each other’s noses and sirius ends up licking it off remus’ face, “you damn dog”), and finally once right before leaving, deep into the night, because as he fetches his jacket and own boyfriend everything feels more real and final and the realisation that the day really did happen hits him, his best friends got married and a new chapter of their life has begun (the bright smile on sirius’ face is so, so far and distant from the miserable expression james used to see him wear when he was still too affected by his family; then, james used to wonder if he would ever get to see his best friend, his better half, being genuinely carefree, and what he could do to make it happen. he is so glad remus happened).

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #marauders era #wolfstar #jegulus #if you squint #regulus black #marauders #starchaser #headcanon #james cries at every wedding but wolfstar wedding is special #he sets a record

[onlyonekenobi]

tiny sweater wearing comfortable in his sexuality boy and popular sport jock bisexual goon has gotta be one of my favorite tropes for real

#this is about heartstopper this is about wolfstar this is about omgcp #and if you squint ever so slightly. this is about merthur