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vomits0cutely · 3 days
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Remus “I can’t love you, anymore” Lupin.
Sirius “I can’t love you any more” Black.
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Completely Normal
based on an anonymous request
"You what?" Remus nearly yelled, looking back and forth between Sirius and James, his mouth agape.
"Guys kiss their friends, like, to practice for girls. It's normal," James shrugged.
Remus narrowed his eyes, still trying to take in the information that two of his best friends had kissed. More than once. "Normal," he scoffed. Not much about Sirius and James was normal, after all.
But Sirius just grinned and leaned towards him. "Yeah. Want to see?"
And suddenly, Remus's brain was short-circuiting. He couldn't remember how to breathe or think. Or nod.
But somehow, Sirius must have realized that he was okay with whatever he was offering, because their lips touched softly, and Remus felt himself gasp.
It was not friendly. He felt his stomach flip-flop and his cheeks turn pink, and he resisted the urge to raise his hand to grab at Sirius's cheek and deepen the kiss. But thankfully, miraculously, Sirius did that for him, and before Remus could think, their tongues were swiping against each other, Sirius's breath hot in Remus's mouth and Remus's entire body on fire.
Suddenly, just as Remus considered wrapping his arms around Sirius's waist, Sirius almost jumped back, panting, eyes wide, looking shocked and a bit confused.
After a deep breath, however, Sirius murmured the words that made Remus's heart sink: "See? Erm...completely normal."
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Sirius was definitely one of those menaces who bit other kids in primary school and Remus was bitten in primary school. Soulmates for real.
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caerparavaill · 1 year
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but they were soulmates, weren't they? a wolfstar playlist
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mydeadgaywizards · 11 months
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what ever you do, don't imagine remus lupin sitting with his guitar in front of the fireplace, singing matilda by harry styles to sirius black who's desperately trying to hold it together but failing miserably
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shipsgaysfordays · 1 year
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headcannon/fic concept that i’m not gonna fully write out
so, we’ve got your average insane post-azkaban sirius, they’re….let’s just say not well, given that she was in azkaban for 12 years for a crime he didn’t commit
anyways, currently this is like i guess the laying low at lupine sort of time, remus is trying to help sirius where he can but of course it’s difficult. one of his first thoughts is the comfort that they shared in music as kids, so remus plays some queen for sirius.
it
doesn’t
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well
“I’ve paid my due’s, time after time.”
Sirius’ eyes are wide, staring at Remus, gears in their mind turning as they start to remember the next lyrics just before they’re sung.
“I’ve served my sentence, but committed no crime.”
“Turn it off,” Sirius starts muttering, covering his ears.
Remus immediately gets up, feeling stupid about skipping to a random queen song. So stupid about the song choice. He skips forward to a different song, a song that hopefully Sirius wouldn’t want to skip given how closely they bonded over it when they started dating. (Somebody to Love)
“Turn it off,” Sirius continues, louder and louder as her hands hold tightly over his ears, “Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off!” They shake all over.
So Remus does, unsure what to do, he turns off the music and sits next to Sirius. Putting his hand out, and hoping that he can calm Sirius by his presence.
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and you guys thought we would have an angst free day since i generally only post one of these a day
nah bitch, WOLFSTAR ANGST
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Song: Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine
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heartofspells · 1 year
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"Make something else sad" okay. I can definitely do that.
As soon as the words on the front page fully processed, Remus was out of his seat. He didn't think about what had happened just last week. None of that mattered now. The only thing on his mind was the fact that Sirius was alone. And although he would probably not arrive in time, he'd be damned if he left him alone.
His body burst out of the floo, frantic eyes scanning the dark room as he tried to figure out where Sirius was. A noise came from the bedroom and Remus quickly made his way up the stairs. The scene in front of him nearly makes him break down. But he can't. Not now.
Sirius is curled on the floor, The Prophet lay next to him, the headline probably just readable from his position.
"Padfoot..."
A sob wracks through the other man, and that's all Remus needs to scoop him off the floor and into his arms. A stream of apologies flows from the cracked lips of the man he once called his. He doesn't say much, knows that no amount of comfort will suffice right now.
"He's gone Moony. I left him and now he's dead and I'm all alone. I'm so sick of being alone."
How DARE??? Who gave you the right?
Oh yeah. I did.
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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months
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lovesick - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 114
Remus had never believed in something as silly as a broken heart.
His entire life, he'd struggled with pain so severe his body screamed with it; setback and challenge after setback and challenge. His actual bones changed once a month with his transformation, and he often awoke after a Full with gashes and new scars.
He knew pain. And as far as he was concerned, being lovesick was for old plays and cheesy romances.
Until October 31st.
Until he saw his other half dragged screaming to prison by Aurors through a newspaper clipping.
Until he felt his soul split in two.
Then, he realized, he'd never actually felt real pain before.
Until that moment.
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Y'all ever think about what would've gone down if wolfstar had been watching Harry the night of 1981? I do.
October 31st 1981:
Sirius was on the dining table, he was laying back, legs dangling, relaxed, flicking through a copy of the Daily Mail - muggle news. Some royal had gotten married that summer and word of it couldn't escape even the quietest corners of the country. He knew Remus would scold him for getting shoe marks on the table once he came back inside, but he was comfortable and terrified that if he moved an inch the baby tucked into his leather jacket would wake up and start his trivial crying and wailing once again.
Remus said he'd somehow inherited Sirius' ability to make an unfathomable amount of noise over extended periods of time.
The front door squeaked open, Sirius didn't bother looking up, though he was sure Remus hadn't had a chance to finish his cigarette. Harry stirred for a moment, so his godfather sat up and put the paper down, taking the opportunity to cradle the boy with both hands. 
"Sirius," Remus' voice was thick, weighed down with fatigue, he was propping a chair against the front door now.
"Shhh," Was the only reply he got, Sirius was desperate not to wake the baby, but he did look up this time, something was very wrong.
"Sirius, he's here." There was a crack in Remus' voice, as though he was grieving. Now he understood. "We have minutes, Dumbledore sent a warning."
"Right, let's go." The boy with black hair walked over to the cot in the front room and placed Harry in it, who stood awake, it hardly mattered now. He then pried his wand out of the child's hand, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time he used it. Sirius walked over to Remus, who was guarding the front door; and he was so beautiful, so so beautiful. Molly had knitted him a vest last year, and he wore it religiously, he'd probably need a new one soon, and he was probably the only one that wore their Christmas jumper often enough to ever need a new one.
"Take Harry and go,"
"What?"
Sirius desperately searched the other boy's eyes for any sense of humour, but like always all he found were caramel galaxies and sincerity. He made an attempt to push the chair away from under the front door, but Remus - gentle yet firm, grabbed his forearm and pulled him away.
"You take Harry, and go, I'll hold him off," Remus repeated, his brows were furrowed, cheeks flushed from the October air and he was staring sadly at the baby on the other side of the living room.
"Remus, what are you on about? We can beat him." They were stood close now. Harry giggled in his cot and Remus had to look away, tears pushing along his waterline, not a single one courageous enough to spill. He took a shaky breath which turned into a short incredulous laugh.
"Lily and James need you, Pads - you're his Godfather, let me do this." He nodded, seemingly convincing himself more than anyone else, Sirius couldn't really hold himself together much longer. He watched, heart in throat, as Remus tugged nervously at the hem of his jacket and stared at the floor, his first tear falling.
"He's... he's not taking you too, I won't let him," Sirius lifted a shaky hand and placed it on the other boys face, his thumb dragging gently along a scar that had sat on Remus' nose for years now, forcing him to look up. "I'll fight with you,"
There was a moment then, where the cogs stopped turning frantically in Remus' mind, and everything was going to be fine. He stared down lovingly at Sirius, their noses centimetres apart and smiled, and Sirius brought their faces together. He nearly missed Remus' lips the first time, and Remus pulled away grinning and laughing quietly before closing the gap once more, his mouth still smiling against Sirius', and there was so much love in that house. So much love. Their kiss was gentle, familiar, and had it just been the two of them, Sirius would have died this way, happy and fulfilled.
Remus pulled away, looking down at the other boy with determination, his hand sweeping away a few long strands of hair littered along his cheekbones. It was only at times like this, where the lighting was just right, and Sirius was stood just close enough, that he could see the little specks of green right by Remus' iris, like little patches of moss in ancient woodland, but that glint, right in the corner, a speck of golden mischief, he was up to something. Sirius shook his head desperately, pleading for his love to reconsider, but Remus only smiled sadly, nodding reassuringly.
"The beach in Cornwall," He started, averting his gaze slightly, "the one we visited the summer of our sixth year, there's a cottage there now,"
Sirius listened with clouded thoughts, someone had to protect Harry, it had to be Remus, surely - he was better at defensive spells, even if he couldn't travel through the floo system, he could definitely get the child further. What the fuck had Peter done?
"The door only opens to me or you," Sirius's gaze snapped up at met Remus', he felt like someone was pouring wet concrete into his stomach. Remus paused, watching Sirius carefully, then he closed his eyes and took a shallow breath, bracing himself, "I was going to take you there after the war."
There it was, Sirius felt a sharp sting in the corners of his eyes, and hot tears pushed themselves from his waterline, rolling down his cheeks. Remus took a sharp breath, and his eyes flickered away for a moment. "You...," Remus paused, " you take Harry, run to Mary's - if you say 'home', the floor will take you there."
"I'm not leaving you here."
"I love you, I love you so much it hurts to breathe."
"Moony, I'm not leaving you here."
"Someone's got to slow him down, Pads. Now you take him and go, this isn't about us."
"Remus please, don't do this to me." Sirius' voice was shaking, but when the baby started crying in his cot he knew he had to run. Not for his pride, not for Remus, but for the little pocket of stardust, Harry Potter, now suddenly distraught in his bed.
"I love you, Sirius Black.
If I cannot live by you, I will gladly die for you."
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im-some-lionheart · 1 year
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The official Wolfstar during the First War, constantly fighting and making up, trying so hard to make it work, but each time they fail a little bit more and start losing trust in each other™ Playlist:
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Full marauders playlist here. This is just the bit of them fighting bc I like angst lol
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neverland178 · 1 year
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Okay but why is cannon wolfstar “favourite crime” by Olivia Rodrigo.
“ I watched as you fled the scene, doe-eyes as you buried me” when Sirius supposedly was working with the dark lord. When he went after Peter and he left Remus when he went to jail.
“I crossed my heart as you crossed the line, and I defended you to all my friends.” Remus tried saying it wasn’t Sirius who killed the potters at first, before he accepted it. He made himself stop loving Sirius when he was taken to Azkaban.
“But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face” Remus used to joke about hating Sirius and told him he hated him when Sirius did anything overly mooshy.
“I hope I was your favourite crime, cause baby you where mine.” Remus hated that he still loved Sirius after the events. Being gay wasn’t as excepted then so a “crime” could be his love for Sirius.
“All the things I did just do I could call you mine, all the things you did” remus genuinely thought Sirius was never in love with him after the killing and that was the biggest betrayal.
Remus had a ring in his pocket the night Sirius when was put in Azkaban.
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shipsgaysfordays · 1 year
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so, i’ve had the idea for an absolutely heart wrenching story, slightly based on [SPOILERS] both the end of spiderman no way home and based a bit on the fate of donna noble in doctor who, and honestly a little bit based on mary macdonald’s fate as well
this sort of works for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt forget from a few days ago
it’s hurt and kinda left off with no resolution
cw: talks of forced memory loss, general mental health issues
sirius gets out of azkaban and is just a broken person. is barely able to function anymore because of the amount of time they’ve been tortured and meant to believe that they did a crime that they never did. and remus sees this pain and sense of brokenness in sirius, and remus used to know how to help and how to heal the bits that he could heal, but he doesn’t know what to do anymore.
and one day it’s all so much. sirius is having a major breakdown, and is feeling this overwhelming feeling of rage, screaming and screaming at everything around them. the walls. the tv. the couch. and at remus. yells all through the apartment, silencing spells over and over on the door so their neighbors don’t hear them. for hours on end, switching into being padfoot for a period of time and howling and scratching, until zey’re human voice is healed and can get back to the screams.
and remus doesn’t know what to do, and remus thinks of mary for a moment. how much happier she seemed to not have him in her life anymore, and so remus asks, “would you rather just forget me? forget all of this?”
and that gets zer to stop, staring at zis former lover, “what--what are you talking about? remus, no, no, just because i’m--no moony.”
“but you would be so much happier, can you honestly say that you ever feel happy anymore?”
“happiness isn’t everything.”
“but it’s something, and i can’t leave you like this and i don’t want to leave you, but i don’t know how to help anymore. i just don’t.”
“remus...i couldn’t forget.....i can’t, please moony,” as remus steps closer and closer to them, sirius backs away more and more. “YOU CAN’T TAKE AWAY ALL THAT’S LEFT OF ME!”
“but think of mary, she’s--she’s doing so much better.”
“she’s ignorant to the majority of her life,” the vile in zer words attack remus far more than the screams were ever able to, yet still remus continues.
“but she’s in an ignorant bliss.”
there is a moment of quiet, remus wonders if sirius may be coming around to the idea until:
“would you have done this to yourself...if i didn’t come back, would you have?”
“i don’t know,” remus shrugs.
“then why are you doing it to me?”
“because you deserve to have joy again.”
“and you don’t?”
“i don’t know.”
tears begin to drop from sirius’ eyes, “i will never forgive you for this, any last bit of me that remains, it will hate you.”
“you already do, leaving this idea here won’t change that.”
“yes, but if we just leave this idea here then maybe i can love you again.”
“i can’t take that chance, you deserve to have something.”
“why can’t that something be you? why can’t it be this? why is the best option ‘putting me out of my misery’ and erasing my memory?”
“i don’t know how.”
sirius sighs, “just listen to me, just be here, please. don’t erase all that’s left.”
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burningaurora · 1 year
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Do you think you could do a wolf's heart by mizdiz and/or my only sunshine by loua29xx ?
Bc I need some heartbreak in my life 💔💔
Oh anon...
Here's the deal my poor innocent baby heart can't handle the angst 😭
As a general rule I try to avoid sitting at my desk balling my eyes out at fanfiction (or really anything), but if all permissions are acquired I can create the necessary files. We (you and I anon, but mostly you 😂) would just need to find someone to beta them before we post publicly.
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marlenewasgay · 2 years
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Sirius had always been fully convinced the concept of love was a disease. With the way his mother and father bickered, he truly believed they were both infected by a sickness that had cultivated over time, dark bags destroying the light in their eyes, ice setting a chill to their skin. Sirius had always been fully convinced that love destroyed them, took their lives. Sirius believed that was why Walburga and Orion showed little love to him and his brother. Sirius, just a child who tried to see good in everything, believed his parents did those awful things to him and his brother because they were trying to protect them from the illness that was love.
But then remus came along, infecting him like a person sick with plague. And then suddenly, he couldn’t figure out why his parents would keep love from him, because sirius would so willingly die for this sickness. Sirius would let his throat swell, suffocating himself if it meant he was able to have remus. sirius would let his skin turn icy if it meant he got to hold remus one more time. he would die for this love a million times over because he had remus, and that was life enough.
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