#also drama queen sirius

[moonsstan]

marauders as things my friends and i have said pt1

*running in PE, dying*

Sirius: if I have to do this for one more second, i’ll die

Remus: maybe you should

Sirius: ARE YOU TELLING ME I SHOULD DIE?!

[thebisexualwreckoning]

Au where everything is the same except instead of Snape hearing the prophecy it's regulus but because he isn't a shitstain(tm), he immediately tells Dumbledore what voldemort plans to do not because he has a massive crush on james BUT BECAUSE KILLING PEOPLE IS WRONG SNIVELLUS!!! ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE ONLY SAVING THEM TO WIN POINTS WITH THE GIRL WHO YOU USED A RACIAL SLUR AGAINST!

Cue various shenanigans where everyone still thinks regulus is evil but he's actually just anxiety ridden gay twink who can't say no and was forced into joining a cult by his parents who is trying his best to keep the love of his life(james), the love of his love's life(lily) and their child alive because he just wants james to be happy whether it is with him or not and if that means betraying a dark lord who literally holds your life in their hands and spying for dollar store Gandalf then so be it!

Bonus points if it ends up being jegulily

[verydelicatematter]

I will forever spread the word of the marauders character with songs in spanish, we are truly waisting so much potential !!!!!!

[ihavea-natural-curiosity]

is it normal to get really really sad when you see posts about james and remus (+ the rest of their friends) learning how to deal with sirius and regulus’ bullshit (or alternatively sirius/regulus helping james and learning his cues) and appreciating their good parts instead of just dropping them bc they’re “always too much” or have just been severely undervalued to the point of hiding my problems and changing myself?

[hozierisgod]

[belovedcampfire]

You see, my thing is that my perception of gender and gender presentation is soooo fucky. So I’ll be like ‘nah, I don’t see Sirius as feminine, more androgynous’ and then I’m like ‘ya he’s in a skirt and strutting around with pretty long hair and makeup on’ and I forget that to some people that makes my interpretation ‘fem’.

To me Sirius is gay and his gender is sort of just. Also gay? In almost the same way as my gender is predominantly tied into my lesbianism, though not exactly the same since there’s a inherent uniqueness to gender within lesbianism that I don’t have time to get into but like. I don’t think Sirius is particularly fussy about gender, he just dresses how he likes and he’s a gay man, yanno?

I do think that when he gets out of hogwarts and starts to present how he wants, he is clockable as gay. Like he’s blatantly gay but not in a super overly feminine way, in a very androgynous way and idk how to explain it further than that.

He’s a pretty boy! He’s a pretty boy that wears skirts and makeup and dresses sometimes, not because he’s fem but because he wears what he likes and sometimes those are his vibes. Idk what else to say. Maybe my idea of gender presentation is just so messed up but hey, I think it makes the most sense for Sirius.

[darkcrowprincess]

It runs in the family.

People saying Draco Malfoy is the biggest drama queen in harry potter universe.

I mean, what do you expect?? He is the nephew of Sirius "I DID MY WAITING...12 YEARS OF IT... IN AZKABAN" Black and Regulus "IT WAS ME WHO SET THE HORCRUX ABLAZE" Black

[weasleykisses]

Never His (Remus Lupin x Reader)

A/N: when James needs help asking out Lily, he enlists you to play his fake girlfriend to make her jealous. In the process, you end up making Remus Lupin green with envy.

Word count: 6.2k

You weren’t expecting James to throw himself into the chair across from you in the library, his face holding the most desperate of looks. He brushed his messy hair back from his forehead as he got situated in the seat. James looked like he had run all the way across the school to find you. You raised a brow, peering up from the textbook on the desk that you were trying to study. Remus turned to stare at his friend as well, taking a break from his own reading. 

“Y/N, I need your help. It’s super important.” That could mean a lot of things, you thought. He was known for being quite the drama queen after all. 

You replied smoothly, “I’m afraid I’ve got to hear the terms and conditions before I agree to anything.”

“Be my girlfriend,” James said bluntly. This took you by surprise. Your jaw fell slack, looking at him as if he had two heads. Was he insane or just incredibly stupid? What the hell happened to his obsession with Lily Evans? Since you met the boy in third year, he hadn’t shut up about the beautiful redheaded girl. She was certainly a catch too, with her looks and her brains. Who wouldn’t want to be with a girl like that?

You could feel Remus sit up straight as a board in the seat beside you, staring over at James with his eyes narrowed. The change was barely noticeable. James probably missed it; he was never very perceptive. You, other hand, noticed. Of course you did. You noticed everything about Remus. He was like a novel you had read a million times, comforting and familiar. Anything out of place, you took notice of. 

You could certainly feel the tension coming off of Remus is waves. He never liked when James and Sirius fucked around with people for the hell of it. It wasn’t that he was a stick in the mud or anything, it was just that he hated when those two disturbed his peace with you. Hated it. Couldn’t he spend a few hours away from them? Enough time to appreciate your company?

Cautiously, you asked, “James, have you gone mad?”

He shook his head, eagerly reaching across the table and clasping both your hands between his, shaking them with excitement. “No, I have not! I’ve actually come up with a brilliant plan, but it will only work if you agree to help me out,” he said a bit too quickly, and you furrowed your brows, still awfully confused by the entire thing. 

Remus was silent, just observing. He was angry, how could he not be? You were his girl. Well, not really. He had never asked you out, or implied he wanted you to be his girlfriend. But everyone knew that he liked you, maybe not you yourself, but everyone else. This included James. He should know better than to ask you out, especially right in front of him. It was cruel.

He wanted to argue with his best mate, James. Give him a shove in the shoulder and tell him to fuck right off. He refrained though. He wasn’t that bold, nor did he have the right to control what you did with your life. He wasn’t your boyfriend. He wouldn’t ever be your boyfriend. He just had to keep his mouth shut. 

“Mind explaining then, Prongs?” you asked, pulling your hands from his grasp to cross your arms over your chest and leaning back in the chair.

“Be my girlfriend, just for a couple weeks, maybe a month. I’ll do anything you want if you help me out.”

“Why would you want me to be your girlfriend for any amount of time?” you scolded him. 

“I want to make Lily jealous. The only way I can do that is showing her that I’ve moved on to other girls, but I don’t actually want to date anyone else,” he said, “You’re one of my best mates, and I don’t have to worry about you catching feelings for me like the other girls would.” He cracked a grin when you rolled your eyes at his cockiness. James wasn’t ugly, but he also didn’t have girls falling over themselves to be with him like Sirius did.

“Oh, thank Godric. I thought you actually wanted me to be your girlfriend.”  

“Of course not. You’re like a little sister to me,” he laughed.

“Anyway, what would I have to do?”

Be my fake girlfriend for a month and I’ll buy you anything you want. We only have to pretend when we’re in front of other people, especially the girls. It’s basically fool-proof.”

“More like foolish, you dumbass,” you sighed. It wasn’t the worst proposition, considering James and his family were rich as fuck. He really could buy you anything you desired.

Remus was pretending that he didn’t care, his eyes trailed back down to the novel in his hands. James was just up to no good again, nothing out of the ordinary. He was hoping you would decline James’ request, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. You were great friends with James, and were usually willing to help him out in any way you could. He hated that he had to sit there and listen to you discuss plans to date like it was completely normal. 

“Please, Y/N, please. You're the nicest girl I know. You gotta help a friend out,” he begged.

Just shut the fuck up, James. Remus thought to himself. He would never say it aloud though. 

“Fine. I expect half of Honeydukes inventory as compensation, but I’ll do it,” you told him with a heavy sigh. He punched the air enthusiastically then hugged you so tightly around the middle that he lifted you from your chair and swung you around in his arms. He was quite strong from being a dedicated chaser, after all. You laughed nervously, pushing against his shoulders so he would set you back down. “Really, it’s no big deal. I’m doing this because I think you and Lily would be cute together, alright?” You told him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied swiftly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sit next to me at dinner today. We’ll play it up then, make it public.”

“Okay.”

He turned around after giving you one last thumbs up, rushing out of the room to no doubt tell Sirius about his plan. They did everything together, so of course Pads would either figure it out himself or find out after James caved and explained himself. You took a seat again in the wooden library chair, sinking down with your hand pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“I don’t know why you entertain him,” Remus finally commented. He sounded bitter, but you figured it was just because your study session was interrupted. 

“No harm done. I get a bunch of candy, he gets one step closer to the girl of his dreams,” you reasoned, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand. 

If you were being honest, you wished that it was Remus asking you to be his girlfriend, but Remus didn’t care for you like that. You were just friends. Both of you enjoyed your quiet time together, whether you were reading or drinking a cup of tea. You liked to go to Hogsmeade together and drink butterbeer in a booth, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. It was something the other boys weren’t interested in. You could try hanging out with Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene, but they would always drift off to talking about boys, James in particular.

Remus just had a way of keeping your attention, entertaining your curious mind. You two had become so close over the years because of it.

You were the one that snuck into their dorm on nights after the full moon, healing potions in your pockets and bandages at the ready to clean up his injuries. You didn’t mind that he was a werewolf, in fact, you thought it was pretty interesting. It compelled you to work harder in your studies to be a healer, so one day you might be able to lessen his pain. Needless to say, you really liked Remus. He was handsome, tall, positively dreamy, and oh-so-sweet like honey and sugar. He was one of a kind, and you would be lying if you said his determination to stay just friends didn’t sting a little. 

But the world keeps turning whether or not the boy you fancy likes you back. You tipped your head down again to study the text in front of you. Studying was especially hard now that you couldn’t think of anything other than James asking you to be his girlfriend before you mustered the courage to ask Remus.

______

The next time you saw James was at dinner that evening. You sat beside him after he waved you over. Normally you would sit on the opposite side with Remus flush against you to make room for everyone else at the table. Today, Sirius sat beside Remus and you took Sirius’ seat right beside James. He slung his arm around your shoulders to get you closer to him. 

The brunette practically pulled you into his lap with how eager he was, and you yelped, garnering the attention of the other boys at the table. Remus scowled, turning his head down to glare into his soup. James didn’t have to be so dramatic. Lily would get the point without all the theatrics. 

In fact, Lily was sitting at the other end of the table with her eyes trained on you and James. She looked a little perturbed, and when James turned to glance down the table, she quickly turned her head away, pretending she wasn’t at all interested. Real smooth, Lily. 

You knew Lily liked James, at least a tiny bit. She talked about him far too often not to. You were in a few classes together, and James was a frequent topic of discussion. While Lily would never admit to her crush, she hinted at it here and there. It was a similar situation for you and Remus, who you vehemently denied having a crush on for a few years now. Lily was probably shocked to see you in the arms of someone else. 

You played it up for the crowd, people from the surrounding tables looking at the both of you and whispering amongst themselves. Y/N and James? How scandalous. 

Your hands were clasped together, fingers intertwined and sitting between you on the table for everyone to see, and it disgusted Remus. Sirius was practically gagging at the sight of two of his best friends being so openly affectionate, but at least his disgust was jokingly. Remus was genuinely disturbed. He wanted to leave the dining hall and head right to his dorm for the night, just to avoid the pangs of betrayal assaulting his heart.

He ducked his head to take a deep breath, trying to pretend like nothing was wrong. That James and the girl of his dreams openly acting like a couple wasn’t completely tearing him to shreds.

He figured Sirius caught on to how he was feeling because the black haired boy turned to him with a sympathetic, half smile, as if to say “what can you do?”. 

“I missed you today, babe,” your voice dripped out, oozing with fake attraction. A sickly bright smile crossed your lips as you looked at James. Even worse so, James leaned forward and gave you a kiss to your cheek, and it didn’t even phase you. Since when were you and James so close? Even with the two of you playing it up, Remus never expected you to be so casual about it. It was like flirting with James came to you so naturally.

The pair of you laughed together and faked lovey dovey smiles here and there. It seemed to work too, because after only about ten minutes of PDA, Lily was packing her belongings and marching right out of the Great Hall with Mary following closely behind, most likely to console her. James grinned even brighter at that and pumped his fist in the air. 

“I think it’s working,” he said happily, and you nodded. You still had to hold hands, to keep up the image for everyone who didn’t know it was fake, but at least you could chill out a bit without her around. You sipped on the baked potato soup in front of you. 

“Working a little too well, don’t you think? What if she gets so upset that she moves on from you completely?” Remus asked, rather grouchy as he did so. He felt so sick to his stomach, unable to take another bite of his dinner without his inside churning. 

He decided he was done with his dinner after looking up to his two friends all cuddled up with each other, deciding he had better things to do than endure this torture. He packed his bag and stood. You watched him stand, and quickly followed, gathering your belongings just as he did. 

“Rem, wait up. Where are you going?” It wasn’t like him to leave dinner so early. You figured something was wrong. Your worries were only confirmed when he let out a long, exhausted sigh. You knew him too well to let him sneak past unscathed. 

“I just need to take a walk. Not feeling the best,” he lied. Well, technically it was true. He felt like shit, just not in the way he wanted them to think. 

Behind your back, you missed the look Sirius and James shared, that sneaky smirk coming to rest across James’ face. You also missed the way Peter snickered a bit under the cover of his hand. His friends were absolutely awful for doing this to him, but they thought it was the only way to wring a confession out of him. Hit two birds with one stone, as they say. Get both Lily and Remus jealous at the same time, hopefully uniting two perfect couples in the process. 

“Well, I’m coming with you. We can go take a walk in the courtyard.” He didn’t protest as you hurried to catch up him and his long legs, your robes flying behind you as you rushed ahead. Just because you were “dating” James didn’t mean you were going to ignore Remus when you thought something was wrong.

And so, you followed your tall friend out of the dining hall into the hallway, making a b-line for the exit doors heading into the transfiguration courtyard. He felt a little better knowing you were with him and not cuddled up to Potter anymore. He was incredibly jealous, not that he would do anything about it. He didn’t even have the right to be jealous either. He had to remind himself time and time again, you weren’t his. You never were and most likely never would be. 

It wasn’t long before the pair of you found your ways to a covered bench in the courtyard, sitting side by side, staring at the fountain in the middle of the snow dusted grass, looking into the pool of frozen water complete with golden coins preserved in the bottom. It was a muggle tradition that some students brought from home to the castle. They’d throw a coin in and make a wish, hoping it to come true.

There had been a few times you tossed a galleon in there, begging Merlin himself to give you what you wished for most in the world. The boy sitting right beside you, in fact. You had been making those same wishes for years now, and each time you were let down. Remus never asked you to be his girlfriend, nor did he kiss you in the rain like you always fantasied about. He hadn’t noticed the hints you would give him about how you felt, either ignoring them or choosing to be oblivious to them.

You cried many tears over the years because of your feelings for the boy. How conflicted you felt about confessing to him. You worried you would miss your opportunity and he would move onto another girl, but you also feared for your friendship. You didn’t want to make things awkward and lose him completely.

You watched the snowflakes as they fell around fountain, wondering what happened to all those wishes. Every wish you made begging to finally be his.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, looking down at your skirt and knee high socks, a thin slit between them exposing your bare skin to the frigid, snowy air. 

You shook your head, snapping out of your daze. “I’ll survive,” you laughed, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. “What’s on your mind?”

“Really, Y/N, it’s nothing.”

“The only other time I’ve seen you storm out of the dining hall before having dessert was the day Sirius put a whoopie cushion under your seat. You can’t lie to me, sweetheart.” He felt his heart pang in his chest at the nickname you always used for him. He wanted to be your sweetheart, to love and kiss you whenever he wanted. To hug you to his chest and profess his love into your ear. He wanted to hold hands with you during lunch, and to have you sit in his lap in the common rooms, regardless of who was around to see. He wanted everything to do with you.  He wanted to just drown in your soft words and your gentle touches.

 But he knew, just because you want something doesn’t mean you’ll get it. It felt like he needed you, to breathe, to eat, to sleep, to function like a normal human being. Maybe it was his naive 18 year old brain telling him these things, but he swore that he loved you more than anyone could imagine. He loved you from the tip of your nose all the way down to your feet. Every inch was perfectly tailored just how he liked it.

“Whatever it is, you’re gonna be alright,” you assured, nudging his shoulder gently with your own. For a moment, he forgot about the entire James situation and just thought of you, how you made him feel, and he did feel alright. He always felt safe when you were around. Even when he was his most vulnerable after a full moon, he trusted you to care for him. 

James didn’t know you nearly as well as Remus did. He knew it was stupid to worry about you catching feelings for the brunette chaser with a wicked grin, but he couldn’t help it. Not when he had seen girls flock to his two attractive best friends for years. He knew it was stupid, and he knew he should live in the moment. 

In this moment, he had you to himself. He could pretend you were his, all he ever wanted. 

“I guess you’re right,” he mumbled, fiddling with the strap of his bag. “You always know how to make things better.”

“Me? What about you? You always know just the right things to say.”

He wanted to say just how much he loved you. He could feel the words stuck in the back of his throat, and he just wanted to cough them up. You took his breath away, literally.

It was quiet for a long time, just the two of you sitting there quietly, listening to the chilly breeze flying through. Your hand rested beside his on the bench, your fingers close enough that if you moved a couple centimeters you would be touching. What he wouldn’t give to hold your hand in his and press kisses to your knuckles.

He needed you, and he was just so scared. Seeing you with James made him upset enough, but the thought of losing you completely made him feel worse. Your time at Hogwarts was ending soon, and he worried so much, overthinking every little thing.

He wondered if you thought about the same things. If you worried about your life when you graduated. Where you would go and what kind of person you’d turn out to be. He knew you spent a lot of time working on healing spells, assisting in the infirmary when you could. You wanted to be a healer at St. Mungos, saving people.

Maybe you could save him, too, keep his head above water when things got difficult. The life of a werewolf is never easy, and he couldn’t imagine what it would be like without you by his side to ease the pain.

“When we are done with all this- Hogwarts, I mean…You’ll keep contact with me, right?” he asked, feeling that familiar sickness churn in his stomach, afraid of what you might say. He knew you would never say something cruel, but he found himself preparing for it each time. He was afraid he would never hear from you again once you found a good job at the hospital taking care of patients, running around each day busier than the next. 

He felt the self-deprecation sneaking back in. 

You nodded your head furiously. “Of course! I would never forget about you, Remus, you know that right?” When he didn’t respond, you reached up to take both his cheeks in your cold hands. You ran your thumbs along the scars across his face ever so delicately, he felt like you were running a feather against his skin. He sighed into your touch, leaning his head into your hand. “You’re my best friend. Nothing and no one could ever take me away from you.”

Bravely, he reached out so his strong, calloused palm rested on your thigh, his fingers pressing warmly against that gap between your socks and your uniform skirt. Shivers ran down your spine at the touch. He was so gentle with you, it made your heart melt into goo at the mere thought of his touch. You were sure he could hear your heart beginning to race with how hard it pumped in your chest, how excited he was making you. 

“What did I do to deserve you?” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear him over the wind blowing against your ears. 

“If anything, I don’t deserve you.” You ducked your head as you felt heat rush into your cheeks. “You’re perfect, Remus. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

After taking a deep breath, he started, stumbling a bit over his words, “Y/N- I have something to tell you.”

And you swore he was going to kiss you. As he stared down into your eyes, his eyes flickering down to your lips a few times. You waited for it, sitting there in anticipation, watching his every move. You felt his hand resting on your thigh, rubbing small circles against your bare skin. Goosebumps rose to the surface and you shivered more from the contact than the cold breeze whipping against your face. 

You were sure he was going to kiss you, if only the doors to the courtyard didn’t burst open with students barrelling through the doorways. Quickly, you pulled your hands down to your lap and he shoved his hand into his pocket. Your eyes trailed to the ground, and you mentally cursed yourself for being too slow, for not kissing him yourself when you thought the time was right. 

Maybe he didn’t intend to kiss you. Maybe he was confused and was just showing you affection to reciprocate your own. Either way, you felt a spark with Remus that you hadn’t felt with anyone else. The kind you think you’ll only know once in a lifetime. 

Whether you were fake dating James or not, you weren’t going to let that feeling go.

______

You two were the star couple of the party that night, standing in the middle of a celebration for Gryffindor, James holding a cup of liquor in his hand, and you carrying something fruity. He had his arm hooked around your neck, pulling you in close so his lips just barely skimmed over your ear. You smiled, finding the feeling of his skin against your ear and the breaths he was exhaling to be quite ticklish. 

Lily was behind you, watching from the corner as she sipped on something nonalcoholic. She was never a drinker, and that just made it all the more infuriating for her to see you two dancing so intimately while she was stone-cold sober. 

“I reckon she’s getting close to her breaking point, doll. You’ll be getting a shitload of candy once she approaches me about this entire thing,” he whispered and you laughed, nodding your head in agreement. Dating James wasn’t actually that bad. The only downside was that Remus wasn’t spending nearly as much time with you as before. Probably because you had to spend most of the day following James around to keep up the illusion of this whirlwind love affair. 

It hurt, not seeing your best friend. You missed his company. He was your favorite person ever, with his pretty eyes and his adorable smile. The way his sandy hair would fall over his eyes was effortlessly beautiful, and his sweaters made him look so intelligent and mature, two qualities you loved in men. James was unfortunately neither of those things. Perhaps that’s what made “dating” him so simple. There were no surprise feelings between you two because the things you each wanted in a significant other were completely different. 

You wanted a Remus in your life. Someone so handsome it had you swoon. Someone kind and soft and gentle around the edges. Someone with a sweet tooth and a pretty smile that you could stare at for days without getting bored of it. You loved to talk to him about anything and everything, he just made it all so interesting. You wanted someone who shared your love of books, candy, and peace and quiet. Remus Lupin was all of that and more. 

He was just so lovely. You wished he was the one you were dancing with and not James. You wished that it was his lips pressed to your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you instead of these nonsensical plans of making a certain redhead jealous.

He sat on the couch, talking with Peter about something that happened in potions that morning. He looked stunning with his face lit up by the flames in the fireplace. If only you could walk over there and take a picture, keep it forever, look at it whenever you were feeling down.

He glanced up at you every now and again, just checking. He never looked for very long though, turning his head down with a grimace on his face each time. Remus couldn’t stand the sight of you so intimate with someone else, even if he knew it was all fake.

But how was he supposed to know if you’d accidentally grown feelings for his friend over the course a few weeks. You’d gotten much closer, hugging and kissing on the cheeks and forehead quite often. You laughed when James told jokes no matter how stupid they were. You attended his quidditch matches, which you hated doing before this entire mess.

Remus was afraid you changed your mind somehow. That you now thought James Potter was someone you could see yourself dating for real.

He couldn’t handle the thought, feeling himself beginning to crumble. He tried to maintain the conversation with Peter, only to feel himself zoning out, eyes trailing over to you helplessly every time.

You wrapped your arms around James’ neck, dancing slowly at the song that played over the record player. “Are you okay with me kissing you?” He asked, “I think it’ll be the nail in the coffin to finish all of this.”

You pulled back a little, your face draining of its color. Did you want to kiss James? Not particularly. Did you really care? It was hard to say. You wanted to be kissing someone else, a certain boy on the couch, but that was out of the question. You and James were just friends, two actors trying to woo the girl he so desperately wanted. It was like acting in a school play. It was just pretend. Harmless, really. James had kissed tons of other girls before you. It was normal for him. 

You always kind of imagined this sort of situation with Remus. It stung a little to know that you would sooner have the chance to kiss James Potter as opposed to your actual crush. 

You peered over your shoulder for a second to see Lily looking absolutely taken with James, and then turned back to the boy in front of you. It was a tough decision, but you ended up nodding your head. “It’s okay. Nothing too dramatic, yeah?”

And with that, your quidditch playing, Lily-obsessed friend kissed you right in the middle of the bustling party. You lips pressed together and you shut your eyes so you didn’t have to look at him. He ran his hand down your cheek and over your jaw for a moment as he leaned in closer, really trying to make it look authentic. 

Thankfully, it was short lived because soon enough, someone else had grabbed your arm firmly and tugged you out of James’ clutches. You turned around to be met with a sweater vest clad boy glaring down at the two of you with an unimaginable amount of frustration in his expression. His entire face from cheeks to the ears was red, and his lips were downturned into a frown. 

“Rem-” you started, but he interrupted you.

“That’s enough,” he muttered, and you could clearly hear the hurt in his voice. James tried to make it better, claiming that it was all for show, that he should calm down a bit, but Remus wasn’t having any of it. “I think your little fake relationship thing has run its course, don’t you think?”

“What’s wrong, Remus?” you questioned, peering up at him with those bright e/c eyes he had come to adore, and had missed over the past few weeks. “James, you stay here. Remus, let’s head to the dorms,” you suggested, motioning with your free hand to the stairwell leading up to the boys’ room. You certainly didn’t want to cause a scene.

James nodded, brows raised when he looked at Remus, a small smirk on his face. You didn’t know what he meant by that expression, but Remus sure did, and he was regretting the day he ever confessed to the boys that he fancied you. He wondered if James had an ulterior motive by fake dating you; if he did it to make Remus jealous, because if that were the case, he most definitely succeeded. 

As you led him to the staircase, you noticed over your shoulder that poor Lily was walking over to James, her head ducked down shyly as she approached. James, as confident as ever, flashed a sparkly white grin and started a conversation as if it were the most easy thing in the world. 

Remus followed you up the stairs and into his room, which was empty considering everyone was downstairs partying the night away. You shut the door behind him, finally letting go of his arm so you could cross yours over your chest. He was tall, and you had to look up to meet his eyes, but he was never intimidating to you. Not even when he was angry like today. He was too gentle to yell at you, much less hurt you in any way. 

“Mind telling me what’s got you so upset?” You tapped your toes on the floor, the soft clicking noise ringing out in the quiet room, music from outside muffled by the heavy door. 

You didn’t notice the water that was beginning to gather in the corners of his eyes.

He thought for a moment, before a whisper fell from his lips, and you almost didn’t catch it. 

“Why did you have to kiss him?” he asked weakly, his voice suddenly a lot softer now that you were alone. A lot sadder, too. “Why did you have to kiss him right there in front of me?” he repeated, squeezing his eyes shut and he pressed the palms of his hands to cover them. He felt heartbroken. Absolutely crushed that you had kissed his best friend, that he had to watch as you did so. It was so casual, like it didn’t even matter to you, but it mattered the world to Remus. 

He felt he might cry. Tears bubbled up in the corners of his eyes and he tried his hardest to keep them from dripping down his cheeks. No matter how hard he tried, he found himself crying anyway. 

You were crestfallen when you noticed the tears running down his cheeks, a gasp coming from your lips. He was crying, and it was because of you. You had done this to him, your best friend, the guy that you supposedly had a crush on for nearly 4 years straight now. You’d never made someone cry; it broke your heart. 

You rushed up to him, bringing your hands up to move his, letting them sink to his sides. Softly, with the pads of your thumbs, you wiped away the salty tears running down his cheeks. He didn’t even shy away from your touch, he just let you wipe them away silently, not daring to look you in the eyes. His eyes were stuck to the ceiling, trying to blink away what he was feeling. You being so nice to him only made things worse. He felt like an ass. You could do whatever you wanted. If you wanted to kiss James, so be it. He had no right to be upset when you weren’t his. 

“Remus, sweetheart, it’s gonna be okay. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

It was silent for a moment as he thought of what he wanted to say, as you stared up into his teary eyes with concern etched across your face. It was getting harder and harder to pretend everyday that he wasn’t bothered by your presence when you weren’t in his arms, when he couldn’t freely touch you and love you, and kiss you silly until you were laughing with glee. It took so much effort to suffocate all those feelings down. He didn’t think he could fuck things up anymore, so he said the only thing he had on his mind. 

“I love you.”

You were at a loss for words. He loved you? You felt your heart beat faster in your chest at his words, and you shook your head, clearly having misheard him. There was no way that Remus Lupin loved you. Not in the way you thought he meant. Surely, he would have said something by now. Surely you would have caught onto what he was feeling this entire time. “What?”

“Don’t make me say it again, Y/N. I’m already pathetic as it is,” he muttered, his eyes now drawn down to the red carpet below their feet. 

“Remus Lupin loves me,” you whispered mostly to yourself, “You love me?”

He chuckled bitterly, “As catastrophic as it is, yes, with all my heart, Y/N. Since the very moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I-I would have never kissed James if I knew-”

“Why would I tell you and fuck everything up?”

“Fuck everything up? Remus, I just wasted my first kiss on James Fleamont Potter when I could have been kissing you!”

“What?” Now it was his turn to be confused. He looked up to you finally, his eyes still glassy from crying, lips just agape with surprise. 

You shook your head and laughed. “I’m in love with you! It’s always been you.” Your arms wrapped around his middle, hugging him to your chest and laughing into his sweater. He immediately took notice of your warmth radiating through his clothes, bringing him back to the real world. You loved him. You, the girl of his dreams, were hugging him and confessing your love to him. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and brought you closer to his body, cradling you like a precious artifact in his possession. He never wanted to let you go again. 

He sighed, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You have no idea how hard it was keeping my cool around you all this time. When I saw you snuggled up to James, I wanted to kill him. He knew better than to make me jealous.”

“James knew how you felt about me?”

“Sirius, James, and Peter all knew.”

“And none of them thought to enlighten me? The betrayal.”

You inhaled the scent of his sweater, chocolate bars and mint coming in like waves. He was everything that you loved in the world all condensed into a single perfect person. He fit in your arms like a puzzle piece.

“Guess you’ve got to break up with James now,” he mumbled into her hair, stroking the back of your head, “Because I’m never letting you go ever again.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

[stagprongs]

hihi!! im not much of a marauders fan but my friend had a crazy hc so i wanted someones whos more in the fandoms opinion!!

basically, walburga had an affair and got pregnant w sirius, but the guy she had an affair with wasnt pureblood. and that could be another reason that his family doesnt want to asscouate with him. (FEEL FREE TO ROAST THIS HC I HAVENT BEEN IN THIS SPACE IN AGES HAHA)

OKAY, fair, fair- since when have marauders fandom ever cared about canon? So let’s dive into this absolute fever dream of a headcanon because honestly? it’s giving messy, it’s giving drama and it’s giving “ BLACK FAMILY UNHINGED”

Picture this: Walburga Black, queen of “I hate everything fun,” goes and has a spicy little affair with a non-pureblood. Like, the AUDACITY. She’s out here screaming about bloodlines and family honor, but secretly she’s breaking her own rules. Then BOOM— sirius is born out of forbidden love affair. That explains EVERYTHING. It’s not just personality; it’s in his BLOOD. His “I don’t care about the rules” energy? His leather jacket rebellion? It’s genetic, babes.

And the tea? Imagine if everyone in the family knew but just didn’t say anything. Like, Regulus side-eyes Sirius at family dinners, Kreacher is making shady little comments, and the Black family tree is just screaming in protest. The DRAMA.

I can totally see Walburga looking at Sirius and being like, “Ugh, you’re just like HIM,” while Regulus is sitting there in the corner, living his best “golden child” life, trying not to laugh because he knows all the family tea. And imagine Sirius finding out later—he’d be insufferable. Every time someone asked why he’s so dramatic, he’d be like, “Well, I am the product of a scandal, darling.” James would lose his mind. 10/10 would read this fanfic. this has “limited series with 100% Rotten Tomatoes rating” energy.

also so sorry for responding so late! i didn’t see it!

[le-clair-de-lune]

It's a hot night and somehow you forget magic is a thing, good thing you have Sirius

It was becoming unbearable. You woke up with a groan, skin covered in a layer of sweat and your body so hot you'd believe you were being baked alive. As your eyes flickered open you looked to where the most overwhelming source of heat was coming from. Sirius. The boy lay on his side, an arm wrapped around your waist, the other keeping your head pressed against him and his legs entangled with yours. Now normally this would be no problem, but with it already being so hot outside and with you and your boyfriends combined body heat, it was too much. You groaned once again pushing yourself free of him and laying on your back, spread out like a starfish. It was still hot but, this was better. You let your eyes shut with a sigh.

Only for them to reopen not a minute later, when you felt a tug on your arm. With an irritated whine you looked over to see Sirius' hand wrapped around your wrist pulling you towards him. Before he could get you too close you pulled away and moved further from him, letting out a tired giggled as you watched his arm flail around in search of you.

"The hell? come" he mumbled, making a grabbing motion, his eyes still closed and a soft frown on his face.

When he got no response he opened one eye just a crack to see you laying on the edge of the bed facing him. Confusion covered his face.

" You okay love?"

"mhm, 's hot" you replied spreading out once again

"Okay?" he reached for you again "come 'ere"

"nuh uh"

His both eyes opened at this, a incredulous look on his face. "Nuh. Uh?"

"You're tooo hot" you groan

A lazy smirk makes its way onto his face at his words "I already knew that doll" he winked "No need to be jealous, you're pretty hot too"

"Shut up" you say throwing an arm across your face "I'm bloody boiling and you're making it worse. Stupid flipping heat"

He chuckles raising himself up onto one arm and pulling you close, despite your protests. He slowly removed the arm draped across your face. Grinning down at you "You could always remove some layers" he smirked letting his eyes roam over your tiny shorts and vest.

"Stop trynna get me naked, you horndog" you huffed pushing him

He jokingly rolled his eyes "Great solution if you ask me" he mumbled

"It's too much" you whined "So fucking hot, I'm sweating buckets, I can't sleep and you're-" you cut yourself off with a delighted gasp, melting into the bed.

Sirius puts his wand back with a chuckle "Drama Queen" turning to you "You didn't think about a cooling charm princess? You are aware you're a witch right, or did the heat also induce amnesia?"

You just let out an incoherent mumble at his words, eyes closed in content, turning on your side away from him.

"I think the fuck not" his eyebrows scrunched, turning you back "I fixed your problem sweetheart, now come here so I can sleep"

A soft smile made it's way to your face as you cooed "Can't sleep without me in your arms? How romantic" snuggling into his side

"Yeah, yeah" he mumbled pulling you into him, kissing your temple "Night love"

[uhhlifeig]

Cold - Dec. 16th - word count: 232 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius was huddled in the Astronomy Tower, looking up at the stars.

He just wanted to stargaze on a clear night for once, was that too much to ask for? Obviously it was, as not only was it cold, but also windy. 

Sirius shivered, standing up and leaving the Tower to go to the dorm room. When he entered the dorm, he spotted Remus lying in his bed, reading a book.

“Moony,” Sirius whined. “Moony, come cuddle with me. I’m freezing.”

“Yeah, okay, sweetheart,” Remus said, bookmarking his book and closing it. “Now c’mere, you drama queen. D’you want a sweater?”

Sirius nodded, climbing into the bed and laying next to his boyfriend. “Yeah, that would be nice, Moons.”

Remus got up to grab a sweater from his trunk, patting Sirius’s head when he whined from the loss of contact. “Here ya go, Pads. Now, d’you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon?”

“Little spoon, Moony. I’m cold,” Sirius said, shivering dramatically for effect, pulling on the sweater.

“And why are you cold?” Remus asked.

“Because I was stargazing, duh,” Sirius snarked. “Can you please hold me, Moons? Pretty pretty please?”

“Of course, cariad. Just remember to bring a sweater the next time you go stargazing, okay? Wouldn’t want you to get sick,” Remus said, pulling Sirius close to his chest.

“Mhm, okay, Moons,” Sirius mumbled, already halfway asleep.

[otterly-darling]

First Fight

Sirius walked into the room and sighed. The curtains were drawn, the lights were off and in the muted grey of the room he could see a distinctly Remus shaped ball curled up on the sofa, a blanket thrown over this head. Sirius sighed again and made his way across the room, sitting down next to the lump.

'You're still mad at me?' he asked after a while.

The blankets huffed.

'Right.' Sirius tipped his head back, resting it against the top of the sofa cushions. 'Will you at least come out of your cocoon while I try and apologise?'

The blankets huffed again but then the top of a curly haired head appeared and Sirius tugged gently until he could see Remus' face. Even in the dim light Sirius could see that his eyes were red-rimmed.

'Oh Moony,' he reached out an arm and pulled Remus against him, pleased when he came willingly enough, even if he grumbled with it. 'I'm sorry.'

'Humph.'

'I was only trying to be polite.'

'Humph.'

Sirius tried not to let the smile settle on his face and instead pressed his forehead against the crown of Remus' head. 'You're such a drama queen,' he said fondly.

'I am not!' Remus sat up properly, outraged.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. 'You are. But luckily for you, you are also bloody adorable. I'm sorry I spoke to that bloke at the bar, okay? He asked where my shirt was from and it would have been rude to ignore him. He was perfectly pleasant.'

'He was flirting with you.' Remus crossed his arms and scowled.

'He was married and his wife was right there!'

'So?' Remus uncrossed his arms, waving them wildly until Sirius caught his hands and wrapped them up in his own. 'Hmf,' Remus tried to pull away half-heartedly. 'Bisexuality exists, Sirius.'

'Whatever you say my darling.' Sirius kissed over Remus' knuckles and felt Remus melt against him.

'I got cold walking home on my own because you were supposed to be giving me your jacket like boyfriends do in the movies.'

Sirius thought it was best not to point out that Remus had walked home on his own because he'd had a strop and stormed out of the bar. 'I'm sorry, gorgeous,' he said instead, 'What can I do to make it up to you?'

There was a moment's pause and then- 'Cuddles and tea,' Remus decided. 'And also not speaking to any other men ever again.'

Sirius snorted. 'I can do cuddles and tea,' he tugged Remus into his lap. 'The other might not be so easy. But you don't need to be jealous baby, you're the only one I want to talk. I waited ten years for you, I'm not letting you go now.'

'Okay fine,' Remus amended. 'You can talk to other men but you have to be thinking about me the entire time.'

'Deal.' Sirius stroked a finger over Remus' cheek. 'Am I forgiven?'

'I will think about it.'

'Thank you, baby.'

@wolfstarmicrofic

[jaylienpotter]

Part 2 of Let them be | 1k words

< Part 1 | Part 3 >

Let boys wear skirts

James had started a protest against the school rules not allowing females to wear trousers. How? By breaking the dress code. Of course Sirius was going to follow up and also put on a skirt. His brother Reggie desperately needed to change uniforms.

What he wasn't expecting was how it felt. The fabric was nice and it was much more freeing, refreshing. But there was something else. He felt different. He felt pretty. I mean, he was always gorgeous. But not like this. He was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, turning to see the skirt from different angles. He put his long black strands behind his ears and smiled. Sirius didn't know what it meant. He wasn't like Regulus. He wasn't trans. He liked being a bloke. He never felt discomfort with his body. The knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry I'm going!" Taking the towel and his pajamas, he opened the door to a Moony in a skirt. Obviously they had all agreed to it but he just looked so awkward and cute, with high socks to hide the scars. But Remus would look good in anything. At least in Padfoot's eyes.

Lupin didn't budge when the bathroom got free. He stared, looked his friend up and down.

"What?" Did he look bad? Did he wear the skirt upside down? Did he just look ridiculous with his hair like that, which made him look even more feminine?

"I- uh- nothing, I just… It suits you." Was Moony blushing? Did Sirius only have to wear a skirt to catch his crush's attention this whole time?

"You think?" Pads did a little twirl. The skirt was a little short but what did he care?

"Yeah. You look… Pretty."

"Thanks. I kind of like it, actually…"

"I see. Uh Pads, can I use the toilet?" Sirius stepped aside and ever so slightly glanced at the boy's arse. Lupin looked a lot more modest. It made sense with his 'problem', as well as anxiety and low self confidence in general. Black didn't expect him to follow the protest. The four of them were in, though. Even Wormtail. Lily's skirt was slightly tight but he said it was fine since it was for a good cause. He could use a spell to largen it but none of them had mastered those yet. They'd end up making a skirt big enough for the squid.

There were whistles from the Gryffindor table as soon as he walked in for breakfast. Mckinnon was hyping her friend as usual.

"Look at her!" She was joking, of course. But it hit Sirius. He felt a knot in his (her?) stomach. Why did he like that? He was fine with male pronouns, never had a problem. Still didn't. Shrugging it off, the drama queen paraded to the table, followed by an anxious werewolf.

"Don't worry Moons. If anyone looks I'll just be flagrant and get the attention off you."

"Thanks Pads." He smiled, his cheeks still slightly tainted. Perhaps he was too hot from the high socks and long sleeves in the hot weather?

"Good morning, lads! How are we feeling? I see Padfoot is confident, great. Wormy is getting used to it. Moony, you good, mate?" Potter was such a mum. People would think that Remus being the most sensible out of the four, he would have the responsible, more parent-like role. To be quite frank, he didn't give a shit. If his friends made a fool of themselves he'd laugh. Prick. Hot prick, though.

"Yeah." He looked to his left and back at Prongs. "I'm okay."

The day went as expected, they got detention quite soon, the first class was thankfully History of Magic and their ghost of a teacher didn't even know he was dead, let alone what his students were wearing. They received plenty of comments. Some cheering, mostly from girls, some were snarky, and some of the students called them girls, which Black didn't seem to mind at all. And of course, there were lots of stares.

The Marauders walked together everywhere, to be stronger and avoid being attacked. James was incredible, swagging around the castle with his head held high.

"Hey, Prongs? Can I ask you something?" It wasn't until they were in their pajamas that Sirius gained the courage to talk about it.

"Of course."

"How did you feel wearing a skirt? Were you uncomfortable? Did you like it?"

"Well…" Potter twisted his mouth to the side, as he always did when thinking. "It was fine, I suppose. I wouldn't say I liked it, I wouldn't choose to wear one. But for the cause it didn't bother me."

"Hm." Pads's gaze was distant. He had time to figure it out, they were going to keep wearing skirts until a teacher heard their complaints. At least Sirius and James were.

The next day, Marlene joined the protest, borrowing Sirius's trousers that were oversized for her. The lads had gone downstairs and she was in their dorm with Black, getting ready. They had no problem changing in front of each other since both were gay.

"You seem to be enjoying the skirt." That tone meant she was onto something. The fucker could always read Sirius. Even better than James, at times.

"Yeah… I suppose so. Makes me feel pretty."

"Just pretty or more like a girl?" Bloody hell, she had figured it out even before Sirius.

"I'm not sure…" Marlene put on her tie, done getting ready.

"Do you want to borrow my makeup? It might help." Pads turned around nervously yet excitedly.

"You sure?"

"Yeah mate. You also have to repaint your nails, they're all chipped. Wait here, I'll get my stuff."

"Thanks Marls…" She winked and left, coming back a few minutes later.

"I also brought a small mirror. Sit, we're having a beauty session." It was funny. Marlene wasn't that feminine. She didn't wear makeup all that often and when she did, it was more of a rock punk look with smudged black eyes. It wasn't anything like Evans or Mary, which were a lot more elegant and traditional.

"You don't want to eat first?"

"I'd rather get you all prepped up to see people's faces when you show up all girly."

And the faces did not disappoint. Black and Mckinnon walked into the Great Hall with wrapped arms. She had her hair in a messy bun, her shirt not fully buttoned up with her tie loose, the trousers covering her feet and a bit of a black smudged eyeshadow. Sirius, on the other hand, wore the skirt from the previous day, which was slightly short but still covered up everything, the shirt also not buttoned up all the way as per usual, and the red and gold tie undone, sitting on his shoulders. Some black nail polish and winged eyeliner, too. He couldn't deny it, it felt pretty good.

The best face was Remus's, who literally dropped his toast. The pink cheeks were definitely not from the weather. It sparked a little hope in Padfoot, that maybe his dreams of being with his best friend would come true. However, Moony would probably forget about it as soon as the protest ended.

It took a while until that happened. Pads and Prongs wore skirts for around two weeks (and some of the girls wore pants - Marlene, Lily, Mary, Dorcas, Pandora), eventually Reg felt comfortable enough to join, he had never felt so good at Hogwarts.

Mcgonagall was the one who spoke up about it, saying it was getting ridiculously out of hand and that she saw no problem with girls wearing trousers 'But for the love of Merlin, boys, put on some trousers'.

Dumbledore agreed to change the rules, as the protest was distracting the students' focus during classes. Fully aware the Gryffindors weren't going to back down.

Regulus was ecstatic and thanked all of them. Sirius was happy for his brother but he was going to miss the skirt. In this journey of self discovery, he had come to the conclusion that he felt both masculine and feminine, some days more than others. All the pronouns felt right, but he did prefer being called pretty over handsome. Maybe Sirius would be able to wear a skirt again someday. Until then, makeup was the only way of expression. He would also miss Moony's glances, he ought to come up with a new way to lure the Gryffindor boy.

[pangaeaseas]

the 'Black Family Drama' tag on ao3 is so funny bc it's absolutely right these people are drama queens.

Sirius breaks into the Gryffindor dorms crazed with murder wielding a freaking knife (where did he even GET the knife??) on HALLOWEEN bc he's chosent he most appropriate day for Peter to find his death....

Regulus writing that pretentious little note in a situation where hopefully no one would ever find it....

Bellatrix shouting about the Dark Lord to get the final word before being carted off to Azaban.

Andromeda running away for love.

Narcissa doing anything she can to save Draco, saying nothing matters to her anymore and throwing herself at Snape's feet.

And in all of these actions there's a purposeful element! They aren't just being dramatic to be dramatic they are being dramatic to suit a goal. They have strong emotions but also the ability to play up those emotions for a goal.

No wonder, they all grew up together. So they gained their sense of theater from the same place.

[fookingmuffins]

You belong with me

James potter x reader

Fluff ig?

Warnings: drinking, cursing, jealousy?

Summary: James getting Jealous while drunk and being a drama queen about it. Based on this thing I posted and ig just had to make it myself.

"Y/n you've got to see this!" Lily pulled you with her out of the crowded Gryffindor common room. You had been celebrating a random 6th year's birthday, although, in all honesty, everyone at the party just wanted to get drunk for free. Lily pulled you outside, and you could hear music faintly playing in the distance.

"Come on, this way!" Now curious, you started running faster with Lily to the source of the music, which happens to be by the training grounds. The closer you got, the more you could hear Taylor Swift's voice breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the starry night sky. You were shocked that anyone would listen to Taylor, with her being a muggle and most muggles at Hogwarts rejecting muggle culture in general in favor of blending in.

As you got closer, you could hear another voice screaming loudly along with the song. The off-key wails you immediately recognized as James, and you immediately got why Lily was so adamant about you seeing the scene in front of you.

James was completely wasted with a bottle of beer in his hand, using it as a microphone to scream along to the lyrics of You Belong with Me. Sirius was dancing along completely off Beat and Peter was laying down, nodding along. When Remus saw you he went to stand up next to you also drunk but extremely embarrassed about his friend's antics.

"Why can't you see you belong with me!"

"Y/n please stop this, he has been playing this song on a loop like 4 times" You laughed at the information provided by Remus.

"James! What the hell is this about?" You finally shouted, successfully getting the boy's attention. Upon seeing you, his face lit up, and he ran to you to hug you.

"Why were you talking to Amos?" He pouted, still not letting you go. Amos was a Gryffindor you shared transfiguration class with but had only interacted with a handful of times, so when James mentioned him you frowned.

"When?"

"Just now. At the party." He whined, squeezing you a bit.

You had no idea what he was going on about. You had been with your group of friends the whole party.

"James Fleamont Potter, you have to be fucking kidding me! Are you really jealous of a guy who asked me to excuse him, so he could grab his coat!" You pushed him away and started laughing, which only made him pout more.

"Baby, it's not funny!" He puffed, crossing his arms like a 5-year-old. By now Sirius and Remus had changed the song and were now both in their little world dancing away and Lily was talking to Peter on the ground.

"You're right I'm sorry but how about I make it up to you. We can get out of here and go cuddle in my dorm if you want." At your offer, James immediately perked up and nodded his head before basically sprinting with you back to the castle.

[neverenoughmarauders]

So here’s one of the issues with very popular ships, they’re not actually shipping those two characters. So let’s take wolfstar as its ship 1 in the marauders canon:

You want to ship a vain drama queen who thinks highly of himself and his good looks with a massive, intimidating man who relishes in being a werewolf? Is this Greyhart? No let’s call the characters Sirius and Remus even if they are nothing like this.

You want to ship two best friends who love pranks, love fooling around, who are both clever and popular and inseparable. Prongsfoot? No, let’s call the characters Sirius and Remus.

You want to ship a character that was orphaned young and grow up in an unloving muggle home who starts dating a proud boy from a pureblood family who have all been in Slytherin. Could this be Drarry? No it’s Wolfstar

Actually you want to ship two things at once. The clever and hard-working bookworm with their pureblood friend who is just not as clever but fiercely loyal. And you want that fiercely loyal person to have a best friend in the world who starts dating this fiercely loyal’s younger sibling because that’s fun drama. Could this be Romione and Hinny? No let’s make it Wolfstar and Jegulus.

I skipped out on listing the desire to actually ship Remus and Sirius, which yes, who better to star that ship than Wolfstar.

The issue really lies with the internet and reader preferences. If you want to write to a large audience, you’re better off writing for a popular ship and just change everything about the character. But particularly with such a rich character cast as HP it would be cool if people said: I want to write this character dynamics and then asked themselves who was that in canon, rather than immediately slapping Remus and Sirius’ names on it.

There’s another real loss here which is for those that genuinely love wolfstar - ie Remus and Sirius dating and suddenly need to muddle through so many fics that aren’t anything like Wolfstar.

Also this is again why ship battles don’t actually work. When someone tells me they prefer wolfstar I’ve got no idea if they mean Sirius and Remus or if they mean they have a preference for slapping their names on lots of different HP ships.

A crass way of putting this is: what is wolfstar? A name to slap on two men dating regardless of who they are or is it Remus Lupin dating Sirius Black?