#and of course Wolfstar

[sunny-prongs]

I'm working on a Marauder fic in which I'm gonna write about James life between his 1 year to the start of the 6 one and continuing probably after and gosh I don't know why I have throw myself in so much work but I'm gonna cry blood I can feel it 💀

(if anyone is interested to see the process tell me I would love to have some opinions on this idea before starting to write it)

[nytephox]

Oooooo the fandoms this could work on seem endless. 🤣

[industrations]

Sirius doesn’t need a house when he can just live in Remus’ sweater

[le-suspect]

barty and sirius were actually next to each other in azkaban and they bonded over having daddy issues and being gay for their best friend

[starchaserdreams]

My trajectory as a marauders fan

Wolfstar (basically canon and mainstream)

Jegulus (definitely less normal, but very popular)

Prongsfoot (rarepair but shouldn't be, back to my roots from the '00s)

Regulus Arcturus Black (not a ship, but this is the era of R.A.B. being the only thing that matters)

[silverameco]

Secret Relationship - @wolfstarmicrofic - 746 words

What Sirius didn't forseen, is that a secret relationship implied a secret break-up. Hidden love meant hidden sadness when it was all over. To be completely honest, he never thought it would end at all. He should have known, though, that he would find a way to ruin everything.

It had been a week. A week since Remus said I can't keep doing this. I don't want to be your secret anymore. A week since Sirius was stuck with the secret tears he shed every night, and the awful knowledge than the boy he loved was so close all the time - across the bedroom, the classroom or the dinner table - and yet so far away.

He didn't know what to do. They were so good together. Like friends, but better. All those secret meetings, passionate kisses behind closed doors and heated moments in the intimacy of silencing spells, all of it made Sirius feel more alive than ever. And now it was all over, because of him.

Nobody knew about them. Because he was so scared. Of the world, of himself. So scared he couldn't let himself take Remus' hand in an empty corridor, he couldn't show all the love he felt, couldn't tell the world about how amazing Remus was. But he wanted to. He really wanted to. He didn't even realize Remus drifted away from him, until it was too late. And now he didn't know what to do to fix it. He couldn't tell anyone about it, because nobody knew about them. Because it was like it never existed at all, even though it felt like the only real thing Sirius ever lived.

Well, it was without one James Potter to count on. He was cornered in the dorm one evening, before they went down to dinner. Sirius was sitting on his bed, James joined him and began talking before he could think about fleeing.

"Oi you wanker, what's up with you and Moony ?"

"Um, nothing ?" he felt himself flush with the blatant lie.

"Sirius. You've both been looking like miserable sods for days, and you're barely talking to each other."

Sirius didn't answer, and kept his eyes fixated on his hands, playing with a loose thread from his bedsheets. He didn't know what to say that wasn't a lie. It didn't deter James.

"You've both been so happy these past months. I thought-"

At that, Sirius raised his head to look at James, eyes wide and beseeching. Maybe he wanted someone to know, after all. "You thought ?"

"Well, that you were together."

He said it with a soft voice and a kind smile. Like maybe, it was all okay. Except it wasn't, because they weren't together anymore. He felt the tears welled in his eyes.

"Oh, Pads. What happened ?"

Next thing he knew, he was pulled into a hug, and Sirius was sobbing into James' chest.

"I- I ruined everything. Because I w-was so- so scared. And now he d-doesn't want me any- anymore."

"Padfoot, listen to me. I don't know what happened exactly, but I know that Remus has been looking at you like a lovesick idiot for years. You can't ruin that. I'm sure it's fixable, okay ?"

Before Sirius could answer, the door opened on no other than Remus himself. Sirius straightened himself, hastily wiping his tears.

"Er- sorry, I-"

But then their eyes met, and it was like Remus didn't know what he was going to say anymore. He seemed lost, looking at Sirius' teary face like it was hurting him. Sirius noticed that the circles under his eyes were darker than usual. He wanted to erase them. Before he could think about what he was doing, he got up and stepped in front of Remus.

"Moony." he said in a small, tentative voice, that he barely recognized as his own.

"Yeah ?"

Sirius took a deep breath. "I love you. I want to be with you. I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't. I'm not sure I'm ready to tell everyone yet, but I don't want us to be a secret either. So, if by any chance, you still want me-"

And then, Remus' lips were on his, just like that. Like they've never been apart in the first place, because they shouldn't be. James was cheering obnoxiously behind them and it felt right, because they were too good together, loved each other too much to be a secret.

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 7 - prompt 7: Soulmates [word count 560]

Soulmate tattoos were a delicate topic in the wizarding world. Everybody knew you got them at midnight on your sixteenth birthday and that the word or sentence appearing somewhere on your body was the first thought passing through your soulmates’s head when they realised they were in love with you. But people usually didn’t like to talk about them, at least until they had met said soulmate. For instance, James had found out his mother had Well, now I have to break up with him on her ribs just the summer before. Monty had laughed and told him about the boy on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team he had been casually dating when he had fallen for Effie and James had excused himself and had gone to the back garden to have a mental breakdown in peace because that meant he could go to his father with no fear of his reaction whenever he decided to tell him he fancied boys as well. Still, he had hidden away in the dorm bathroom on his sixteenth birthday to look at his own tattoo, frowning when he had seen the words Great, Sirius will definitely kill me now forming right below his hips. Sirius being the oldest of the Marauders, he had already gotten his tattoo and had had no problems in sharing the Oh for fuck’s sake on the back of his neck, laughing at the fact that of all the soppy things he could have gotten, he had instead gotten a swear word, which was very on brand. Neither Remus nor Peter, like James, had told anyone about their tattoos when their birthdays had come and now that it was summer and they could all go swimming in the lake James was very glad his was in a position which kept it hidden even when he was in his swimming trunks. As always, they had wandered away from people so that Remus too could go swimming since he didn’t like undressing in front of people who weren’t the Marauders because of all the scars the wolf had marked into his skin. Even so, he was hesitating on the bank, his shirt still on.

“Come on, Moony,” Peter smiled from the tree they were placing their clothes on. “No one but us will see you.”

“And it’s really hot, the water will be wonderful,” James nodded, kicking his trousers right by Peter’s.

“It really is!” Sirius exclaimed, swimming back to the shore. “Come on Moony, what are you waiting for?”

“The last Full…” Remus said slowly. “There are new scars you haven’t seen yet, and this time they’re pretty awful.”

James opened his mouth, his heart aching for his friend, but Sirius was faster, getting out of the water and walking to Remus, catching his hands in his.

“Moony,” he said. “What have I told you?”

“They’re scars, Pads,” Remus sighed. “Nothing poetic will change that.”

“No, you know I’m too stubborn to believe that,” Sirius shook his head. “They’re constellations, Moony. And you… You are the universe.”

There was a beat, then Sirius dropped Remus’s hands and quickly turned around before diving back into the lake.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Remus muttered, finally taking off his shirt and following Sirius.

James and Peter almost elbowed each other simultaneously when they saw the tattoo right on Remus’s spine: You are the universe.

[hiddenmoonbeam]

Remus is good at studying because he has to be; he's smart and gets good grades but it takes hard work to get there. Sirius on the other hand is effortlessly brilliant. He understands and learns fast; he doesn't need to take notes in class or study much for his own sake. It's boring because he already knows it.

But when Remus misses class because of the full moon? Notes taken. Remus is overwhelmed and stressed while studying and suddenly nothing makes sense? Sirius talks him through and discusses it until Remus is back on track. Remus barely keeps his eyes open while trying to read? Sirius takes the book and reads it out loud. Too tired to write his homework? Sirius does it for him, after Remus has fallen asleep wrapped in a blanket on the couch beside him.

[maladaptivewriting]

i do not trust marauders fandom people who don't read fanfics. it's giving easy come, easy go. like you don't have to read the mega-popular ones if they don't suit your tastes, but you haven't read anything???

[sophsicle]

there's something about the fact that Sirius thinks Remus is the spy but he still doesn't leave him. doesn't lock him up. doesn't hand him over to Dumbledore. that i feel like we don't talk about enough. like everyone gets so caught up in the "how could he even think that" that we overlook the "he thinks Remus is betraying them all and he still doesn't walk away." like okay babe, i see the knife. i'm not gonna move. go ahead. drive it in. where am I gonna go? where am I gonna go without you?

[moondustinfj]

Remus: *sighs* I'll never get a boyfriend

James: Oh, don't say that Moony you're a catch!

Remus: Right..

James: You are! You know what? If the worst comes to worst, I'll be your boyfriend

Remus:

Remus: *starts laughing uncontrollably*

James: Haha...umm. Why are you laughing?

Remus: You made a joke right? So I laughed-

James: A LITTLE TOO HARD.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

wolfstar studying except that it’s remus who is studying and sirius who just came there, lounging in a chair, to accompany remus

[http-wolfstar]

Sketches <3

[rosamariaa]

Wolfstar beach episode | nsfw-ish (just a tiny bit) |

You could say that Sirius Black is always in control of his emotions and impulses. Yes, people often say he is reckless and doesn't think before doing something, but this doesn't mean he loses control easily. Especially when it comes to his feelings—he promised himself long ago that he would always be 100% true to himself and his emotions. There’s no such thing as his mind playing tricks on him or feeling emotions he doesn’t understand. He is his own best understander.

So, you see, it's all very inconvenient when his mind goes blank and a static noise fills his brain when he looks to his side and sees... freckles. There's a blue, glistening ocean in front of him, a gently salt-filled breeze filling up his nose and a very bright and very hot sun overhead but all he can think about is a sun-kissed back and so many little freckles everywhere, he can't look anywhere else. And it's all the fault of a one Remus Lupin.

Sirius has come to the conclusion that it's a visceral reaction, really. It just can’t be helped.

Lately, all his previous beliefs about having complete control over his thoughts and reactions have been thrown out the window by the lanky boy currently lying on his stomach, quietly reading a book. Remus is propped up on his elbows, holding the book open with one hand while using the other to push and pull at his bottom lip—apparently a habit he has while reading. Sirius noticed. Because he’s been looking at Remus and at his slightly curved lips, at his back, at freckles…

Those damn freckles. Sirius wants to… well, he doesn’t really know what he wants. He wants to look at them some more, trace them with his fingers, see if they form a constellation. He also wants to kiss them, see if they taste like ocean water or sun-kissed skin—or maybe something uniquely Remus that he’s dying to find out what it tastes like.

He wants to do so many things at once, but in the end, he finally just lifts his hand and gently presses the pad of his middle finger onto a lonely freckle near the edge of Remus’ left shoulder. It’s such a light touch that Remus doesn’t even seem to notice; he’s still darting his eyes across the page, frowning at random paragraphs, fully immersed in his reading.

Emboldened by the knowledge that he isn't going to explode into pieces if he touches his friend, Sirius then continues his exploration. Remus' back is warm from the relentless sun and, knowing him, Sirius is sure he didn't apply sunscreen today and is about to get sun-burned. Sirius can apply it for him. Later. If Remus wants to. Now he is focused on his task.

He starts slow, leaving the first lonely freckle behind and moving up to Remus' shoulder, where he has the most of them. Then, he uses his fingertips to trace patterns on Remus skin, starting from his shoulders, down from there, then up again, close to his neck. It's all very natural, honestly. Sirius is sitting on the sand, propped up on his elbows while also caressing one of his childhood best friends that is laid shirtless besides him.

Remus doesn't really show any reaction and Sirius wonders if he is even feeling the touches but then... then Sirius draws a precise line from the back of Remus’ neck to the middle of his back, and oh, Remus definitely feels that. His hand stills mid-page, and a trail of goosebumps erupts across his skin.

Sirius feels a slow grin creep across his face.

He does it again, drags his nail from the end of Remus spine to the middle of his shoulder blades and yeah, there's no mistaking the reaction this particular action has on Remus from the way he puts his book down and looks up at Sirius, eyes squinting against the sun.

"What are you—" He begins but then Sirius does it again, now with three fingertips and Remus cuts himself off with an involuntary huff of laughter.

He groans and buries his face on his arms. "Don't do that— you know I'm ticklish" He mumbles, his voice muffled.

"OSirius says, stopping his hand on the small of Remus’ back and leaning forward, closer to Remus’ buried face. "I had no idea, actually."

"Yeah, well, " Remus lifts his head slightly. "Now you know"

They are close, now. Too close, and Sirius' hand is still resting open on Remus' back when he, absentmindedly, decides to slide it to his waist. Suddenly, Sirius feels his body temperature go a degree higher with the realisation that he is touching Remus—Actually touching, not only featherlike teasing.

Remus smiles lazily, and rests his head on his hand, eyeing the hand on his waist. "Are you going to give me a massage or what?"

He’s teasing. Sirius feels his insides turn to mush, his face growing warm while Remus mocks him. Sirius wants to crawl into the sand. He also wants to give him that massage.

"Hell no" Sirius huffs a laughter, taking his hands off Remus but promptly clamps it down on his shoulder, now redder than ever and clearly sore from the sun.

"ah, ah—fucking hell, Sirius" Remus winces, trying to pull away, but there’s not much room to go since he’s lying down.

"You know what you need? Sunscreen, you maniac" Sirius says, finally letting it go.

Remus flops down again. " Too tired to do it, tho"

Sirius snorts and lays back down on his elbows. "Tired from doing what? Reading on the sun-" Remus blindly reaches back with his arm to swat at him.

"If you're so pressed, put it on me then" Remus mutters.

Sirius almost chokes with his own saliva and feels his insides going warm again at the thought of getting to put something in Remus.

He takes a deep breath, looks up at the bright sky and mutters a quick pray. He is not a religious person by any means.

"Sure, if it prevents you from turning into a red crab" He sits up and looks for the sunscreen bottle buried somewhere in the sand.

"That doesn't even make sense..." He hears Remus muffled voice from somewhere behind him.

And so, like the brave man Sirius is, he gets the sunscreen and gets on his knees next to Remus, who’s still lying on his stomach, only his eyes visible above his crossed arms. Sirius rolls his eyes playfully, and Remus responds with a soft laugh.

Sirius squeezes the sunscreen on his palm and starts with Remus' shoulders. He hears him do a little hiss of pain and apologises, massaging the product more gently around all the expanse of Remus' back, but this time around he already knows all the freckles that adorn his skin. All the different textures and dents and little scars Remus' doesn't like to talk about— all of them engraved into his memory.

He joked about Remus being tired moments before, but it really must be true because moments later Sirius finds him with his eyes closed, hair falling on his face and gently swaying with the wind. His mouth is slightly open and Sirius can see a bit of a crooked tooth and the whiplash from wanting to trace, lick and grab every patch of Remus' skin to wanting to pick him up, tuck his head on his neck and stroke his hair has left Sirius a bit nauseous.

"Hey" He whispers softly, trying to wake him up.

Remus stirs slightly but doesn't really move. Sirius reaches down to brush some of hair away from his eyes and tries again. "Hey, Rem?"

Slowly and blinking softly, Remus opens his eyes and Sirius has never felt such a desire to kiss someone else's eyes or nose or mouth all at the same time before.

"Want to go back inside?" He smiles softly. "We're going to get lunch in a bit but there's time for a nap, if you want?"

Remus looks tiredly around for a moment and settles his eyes on their friends, a bit far away playing and swimming in the water. "Hmm... I have to go tell—"

"No, no. I tell them and you can just go back" Sirius only gives Remus time to nod before he gets up quickly and strides off to the water. All the while he feels his legs like jelly and his neck warm (and not only because of the sun).

what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck-

He tells his friends he is going back to the house with Remus and only gets a few Okay's and some ironic snorts in return, which he frankly doesn't understand and stops trying to when he gets back and Remus is standing there, eyes tired and soft and waiting for him to get closer before taking Sirius' hand on his own and walking to their rented beach house.

And so the morning ends with both Sirius and Remus throwing themselves into Sirius king size bed, feet dangling off the edge and sand on their feet, sleeping peacefully. Sirius is going to wake up a few hours later, annoyed because he can't believe they got his bed full of sand, and he will look to the side and see freckles—freckles everywhere.

[imsiriuslyreading]

i made an 8 minute long tiktok talking about Kill Your Darlings and this was one of the comments

i have never laughed so hard in my life because babe what do you think?

[propussyslayer]

remus the type of lad to have hard -shaking furniture, nails in the wall, can be heard from the dungeons and the astronomy kinda- sex and walk out with his goofy little books under one arm and go be asocial behind a statue