#Wolfstar soulmates

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

fic rec friday

As the Moon Knows the Stars

by mcdynamite on Ao3

On the day Sirius Black turned seventeen, he had his soulmark removed in order to protect the soulmate he'd never met from the wrath of his own family. In the eight years since, he's managed to make his peace with living the rest of his life without falling in love. Though he mourns his lost soulmate every day, he's confident he made the right choice to protect them, and no one has ever made him question that.

Until, of course, Lily Evans brings her childhood friend along for a pub night, and Sirius finds himself utterly enamored with the kind, mysterious stranger. But Remus Lupin surely has a soulmate of his own waiting out there somewhere, and Sirius won't let himself get in the way of that.

He just wishes Remus weren't so damn easy to love.

this one is really sweet and maybe a bit cliche but in a very fluffy and comfy way!

Favourite tropes included are:

soulmates

Remus never went to hogwarts

hurt/comfort

werewolf angst

the marauders are good friends

very sweet lilymoon friendship

tattoo artist!Sirius Black

friends to lovers

everyone is very sweet and trying their best

as always leave lots of love and kudos to the author and have an amazing rest of the week <3

[wartsandwarlocks]

Call it fate, call it karma.

Madagascar wasn’t nearly as exciting as Remus has thought. It required a lot of manual labor, which he definitely wasn’t fit for, they barely slept or ate and worst of all, smoking was deeply frowned upon. He had made a few friends here and there and their company made it all more tolerable, but he missed his home.

As the weeks passed, the homesickness started becoming all too much for him. His real friends- his family- were in London having an amazing time together and he was moving shit (literal animal shit) from one place to the other. Or so he thought, another rule was no phones, there was no signal anyways. He wanted to get used to it, he really tried, smiling forcibly every morning into the weird glass they used as a mirror, smiling at anyone who would say hi to him and even laughing to himself when he had to scoop shit up. But in all fairness, he had signed up for the humanitarian aid, and was unfairly placed in the animal rescue one instead.

Three weeks had been three weeks too many. He marched decidedly to the Big Tent, hoping Ms. Sprout would be able to take some sort of action. He “knocked” on the “door” once. No answer. Twice. Nothing. By the time he decided he wanted to open the “door” he began to hear a faint voice.

“Yes, it’s ok.” It said. “I’m fine either way.”

“There is no place for you to stay in the humanitarian crisis zone, I apologize deeply for it.”

“I can work either way, just want to be helpful is all.”

“Alright then, congratulations and you’re welcome Mr. Black.”

“Sirius is fine. Thank you Ms. Sprout.”

Huh? Black?! Sirius?!

“Your tent is the third one on the left path. Hope you don’t mind sharing.”

Remus counted. One, Morris’s tent. Two, Farrow’s tent. Three, Lupin’s tent. He needed to run, play stupid, play dead, play something! But of course, having Lupin’s Luck, before he could move the “door” flew open and the handsomest boy, with his long curly hair and enchanting tattoos crashed into him.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry-!” He apologized.

“Hi Pads.” Remus smiled dumbly at him.

“Moony?!”

“Same old.”

Sirius’s frown turned into a big smile as he dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around him. “I thought I wouldn’t ever ser you again!”

“Makes two of us.” Remus smiled as he smelt his hair. God he’d missed him.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in Cambodia?” Sirius smiled puzzled.

“No more vacancy there, looks like everyone wants to save the world these days.”

“So I’ve heard.” He said grabbing his bag from the floor. “I’m exhausted, let’s catch up tomorrow. I have to meet my new roommate, or tentmate.”

“Oh I heard, looks like we’ll be ‘rooming again Padfoot.” Remus slightly shoved him as he pointed to their tent with his head. “Karma.”

“Shit! Really?! This is amazing!” Sirius beamed. Remus had suddenly realized that was exactly what he’d been missing, his stupid, optimistic, fun, sort-of-boyfriend-guy from college. “Fuck karma, call it fate!”

“Call it fate, call it karma, you’re still stuck with me.” Remus smiled.

Sirius simply smiled and rolled his eyes. Maybe a couple more weeks shoving dung from one place to the other couldn’t hurt him.

[lilyevansmywife]

Wolfstar

[panevanbuckley]

soulmate au where your soulmate's thoughts appear on your skin except your soulmate has adhd and your body becomes a living canvas of nonsensical, never-ending, constantly entertaining trails of thought

[trohpi]

moonwater soulmate au where soulmates feel each others pain so remus feels regulus being abused at home and regulus feels the transformations every full moon

also remus recognizing the kinds of injuries sirius has (and tries to hide) as being the result of abuse due to his soulmates injuries, which is why hes the first marauder to realize what sirius’ home life is like

also also pre-hogwarts sirius memorizing the moon cycle for regulus so he could know the exact days hed be hurting the worst, which is why hes the first marauder to realize that 1) remus is a werewolf and 2) remus is his little brothers soulmate

[industrations]

Loves of my life

[m00neroni]

prompt: patronus. @wolfstarmicrofic word count: 739 september 8th ao3 post

“This is impossible” Sirius huffs and sits back in one of the few scattered chairs around the DADA classroom, clearly defeated. “What’s that shit about happy memories? Fucking idiotic, it’s not even working.”

“Have we finally found a spell that not even the great Sirius Black can perform? Should we call the Prophet? Inform the Ministry?” James jokes from his seat at Remus’ right, and he only receives a glare in return, when any other person would have been hexed into the next year just before they finished the sentence.

Remus considers it a bit hypocritical, seeing as James is also struggling with it, only having managed to conjure a faint silvery mist, the same as Peter. Remus, for his part, hasn’t even tried yet, scared of its possible corporal form.

Still, he knows the drill and can help his friend.

“You’re thinking too much and too loud, Sirius.” He says, kindly, because the other boy’s frustration is too evident and it seems like the best approach. “Which memory are you using?”

“When the Hat sent me to Gryffindor.” Sirius replies, almost in a whisper, genuinely pouting like a baby.

“See? That’s the problem.” Remus says. “That memory isn’t good enough.”

“Why not?” His friend frowns, clearly confused but he doesn’t look hurt or offended. “It’s the happiest memory I can think of.”

“But it’s tainted, Pads.” He presses, not unkindly, and leans forward to touch Sirius’ forearm. “You were stressed and worried and your family were horrible just about twenty minutes later it happened. You need something without negative connotations.”

“Excellent piece of advice, Mr Lupin!” Professor Musgrove’s voice hollers from behind them. “Our chosen memories must be as pure as possible, free of bad feelings. Even if we think happiness is overruling them, sometimes the hurt is too sharp to be defeated. Please, my boy and resident assistant teacher, will you demonstrate the spell to the class?”

“Sir, I don’t–”

“I insist!” The man ignores him. “Your theoretical knowledge should be enough, and you clearly are in control of your feelings.”

Yeah, I wish I was, you twat.

Remus grimaces towards his friends, trying not to notice how Sirius is staring right into his eyes, and stands up. He should have shut up, but Sirius needed his help and he just… Whatever now, too late. 

The werewolf closes his eyes and tries to find a good memory, quickly falling for the morning of the first Full Moon after his three mates knew what happened to him once a month, about the monster. After the moment they accepted him completely, and without asking anything in return. It might go against the idea of it not being tainted by bad sensations (the transformation is horrible on its own, obviously) but the happiness he felt when he woke up and saw Sirius sleeping in that uncomfortable chair right next to his bed. 

The others have joined here and there, but Sirius has always been the constant feature. It is he who Remus thinks about for this.

“Expecto Patronum.”

He would have known it had worked even without the collective gasp of his classmates, just by how the air moves around him and the tip of his fingers tickle. It is a wonderful sensation, so, even if he is scared shitless of facing the reality and whatever comes next, Remus opens his eyes slowly. 

The silvery figure is clearly and evidently canine and massive, but that is where the similarities with Moony end. The snout is different, the ears bigger and the paws less menacing. Even the doggy grin is an exact replica of Padfoot’s.

Remus’ hearts stop for a second there, but he can’t look anywhere else, too entranced and shocked by the implications. 

“Amazing! Look at that–!”

“Expecto Patronum.”

Sirius’ deep voice cuts the air and the teacher’s praising, conjuring a mist that quickly takes form almost as big as the one in front of Remus, a shape that he hasn’t seen in front of him ever in his life but has been described enough to him that Remus could recognise anywhere. The eyes, though, are the exact same ones he sees in the mirror every day, and he has almost a full minute to be shocked before the impressive spirit of Moony joins Padfoot in a tackle game.

“Well, who could have expected this?” James chuckles, and Remus finally looks at Sirius.

Who could have expected this, indeed. 

[sexymoonmansslut]

my lovelies <3

i’ll never get over them tbh

[outromoony]

When I think about Remus and Sirius… about the odds of them meeting. The fact that Remus might not have been accepted into Hogwarts because of his lycanthropy, but he was. The fact that Sirius could have followed the path of every Black and been sorted into Slytherin, but he wasn’t. The odds of them ending up in the same dormitory… so many things could have gone differently, but they didn’t. A lot had to happen for them to become what they are to each other. Maybe they’re soulmates, after all?

[lunarlivs]

the vibe i bring to the function

[hxc66]

Sirius is the stars, Remus is the moon; but Remus is a golden warm color pallet (like stars), and Sirius is a grey cool color pallet (like the moon).

They’re soulmates in every way possible it’s kinda crazy

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Marauders roadtrip-

[t1oui]

i love the idea of comphet lily who pushes down her queer feelings until they're just a dull ache that she feels whenever she looks at a pretty girl deciding that the only way to fully kill off the feelings is to date a guy

she didn't like james back when he was constantly asking her out, but she convinces herself she likes him because he's perfect, straight, hot, a man. and then one day lily finds james crying in the hallway because sirius and remus are dating and he's torn between his feelings for remus and wanting his friends to be happy and suddenly her image of him shatters. here james is, crying and selfish and in love with a boy, and it sends lily into a spiral.

she looks at those pretty girls, she feels that guilt, and then she looks over at james who excuses himself to go cry every time sirius and remus smile at each other.

she knows he feels guilty too, but because of her own guilt, she assumes it's because remus is a boy. and then she says it, says she feels guilty for looking at girls - something she's never told anyone before - and james looks at her funny and says, "i'm not upset because he's a boy, i'm upset because he and sirius deserve to be happy and i can't be happy for them."

lily spirals again. james is even less perfect now - he's okay with liking boys. and then this makes lily realize that it's very odd, really, for her to be so against him being gay when sirius and remus are both gay too. and she points this out, says "i didn't know you were gay," and james tells her he's pansexual, not gay, and lily is so upset with her guilt and her homophobia and what she doesn't know.

something in her always assumes james will hide and marry a girl anyway, just like she plans to hide and marry a boy. and then he starts dating regulus black.

james starts quietly teasing lily whenever she looks at a girl, and it takes her ages to realize that he's trying to make her more comfortable with herself - and it's working.

the first time mary kisses lily in the gryffindor common room during some party for the quidditch team, nobody cares except james, who cheers. lily rolls her eyes at him, and time goes on. how could she ever feel guilty for this?

[marsberryart]

Wolfstar 🌙✨

[gabriels-golden-kazoo]

There was no doubt about it that Evan Rosier was beautiful. Girls whispered as he passed in the halls, boys winked at him at parties, beckoning him to the dark corners of the common rooms where they could remain undiscovered.

Yes, there was no doubt that Evan was beautiful, but he didn’t feel pretty.

He wasn’t sure when the word had become significant, it was as if the word beautiful was superficial, as if he was superficial. He supposed the meaning had started to sound different when he listened to them come from Dorcas’ mouth. The way she described Marlene, as if words could only pale in comparison, Shakespeare himself would be threatened by the pure emotion that dripped from Dorcas’ words, so much so that the word pretty made Marlene sound like the greatest treasure ever to grace the earth.

Fucking lesbians.

Evan had never felt like a treasure, as an heir he was worth something, but that was a job, his birthright.

He had never once believed that there were soulmates, someone who could mirror even the darkest most broken parts of his soul, someone who would accept every flaw, every scar, every wall that his mind put up. But watching his friends with their partners?

Watching them made him believe that someone could truly love him unconditionally, like they needed him like air, as if the sun couldn’t rise without him. He believed there was a chance, but that didn’t mean he was deserving of it. He could hope, maybe even pray, but at the end of the day he couldn’t imagine even a soul as broken as his could have once come in a matching pair.

That was until, of course, he met Barty Crouch Jr.

And by Merlin and Morgana alike did that boy make his soul sing.

[m00neroni]

something about remus and sirius not being soulmates nor perfect for each other nor exactly meant to be, but just being so head over heels for each other that it works.

it gets a ton of fucking effort, but they are happy, and in love, and people don't get it but they don't fucking care. and they argue like crazy but it's never that serious (ha!) and their habits sometimes clash and it gets to misunderstanding, but they learn to listen to each other and find a comfortable and happy middle ground.

remus has to learn to be open, and to allow his partner to take care of him even if his pride is too much; while sirius has to let a bit of control go, and understand that he won't fix everything that happens (and that it's not his fault.) they both need to learn communication, and they struggle with it until well into their relationship.

they aren't perfect and never will be and it's alright.