#wolfstar
remus: i’m fucking serious, pads-
sirius: *gasp*
remus: oh for-
sirius: I THOUGHT I WAS SIRIUS?
remus:
sirius: how could you do this?
remus: *sigh*
sirius: identity theft is not a joke, remus.
how i imagine the marauders era characters:
james: mother hen. absolute goofball, but always fussing over his friends. actually really smart, but likes to goof off in class with sirius. goes to sleep at, like, 9:30 every night and wakes up at 5 to practise quidditch. (always runs into remus, just now going to sleep) huge baker! euphemia had him at her side in the kitchen all throughout his childhood. (he’s a huge mummy’s boy) gives me pan vibes and wasn’t aware everyone wasn’t just attracted to everyone for a long time hjsjs
remus: sarcastic asf. literally sarcasm icon. terrible sleep schedule, is up until five every morning reading/researching the random mating habits of an obscure bird found only in latvia. tells sirius all about it at breakfast the next morning. has an insane jumper collection because that’s ALL he wears. tries and fails to keep plants alive. braids sirius’s hair when he’s stressed, which is often, bc my man has anxiety! he and regulus are secretly best friends and spend nights in the library together geeking out. i see him as bi :)
sirius: he/they! absolutely. his leather jacket is actually fake leather and was a gift from marlene, who threatened to skin him if he wore a real leather jacket. the opposite of a morning person - known to throw pillows at james every morning when he gets up. flirts with remus like nobodies business, but gets immensely flustered when remus flirts with him. never wears his uniform correctly, minnie has given up trying to make him. very smart but has to keep up the badass troublemaker ruse (except when remus wants to study with him) likes to play with remus’s hair and steal his jumpers :) a plant dad extreme, extremely protective over his children.
peter: quiet around people he doesn’t know, but actually has a biting wit and makes the best jokes. he and remus are both so sarcastic it brings james and sirius to their knees. he’s also really good at finding places, and has discovered most of the secret passages for the map. absolute rubbish at transfiguration, but is a BOSS at history of magic and potions. probably one of the only people to actively enjoy history of magic. he always gets remus chocolate from the kitchens so he’s never out. either aro/ace or bi/ace in my opinion :)
this is just part one i have so many more
*wolfstar in a petty fight*
remus: fuck you!
sirius: fuck me, you coward!
Restaurant au where Person A is a waitress/waiter and Person B is a chef. Person B has a quiet crush on A and tries to woo them through food. Turns out that’s the exact way to A’s heart.
Nightmare before Christmas
Pride and Prejudice
“You moved into the apartment next to mine and I can hear E V E R Y T H I N G you do”
“I was having a great day, then you football tackled me into a lake. I don’t CARE that I was almost assassinated, You AIMED for that lake.”
“I’ve noticed how much you love your garden and all your plants, and I don’t know how to flirt like other people so I may have accidentally asked you to teach me how to garden, but it’s the best part of my week.”
I like to imagine high school age otp where they’re at a dance and Person A is completely killing it they look/dance so good and B is just standing off to the side watching them but trying to look like they aren’t. And then during the slow song A just waltzes up to B and sweeps them onto the dance floor.
“We’re supposed to be doing a school project so you came over to my house but before we could do anything, you saw my dog and now you won’t let them go please we need to get this done.”
“My dumb ass of a room mate just set the microwave on fire and you’re one of the firemen who showed up and now I’m need an ambulance cause damn ur hot.”
“My dick of an ex was trying to knock down my door but you stopped them thank you so much. Let me make you thank you brownies.”
“I was chilling in my room when you knocked on my window asking me if I could come kill a spider for you. I LIVE ON THE FIFTH FLOOR HOW WAS THE WINDOW A GOOD IDEA TO YOU.”
Where Person A’s idea of flirting is saying “I’d steal that” everytime Person B wears something that they look really good in, and B is worried that A is actually going to steal their stuff. Of course, when they start dating, A does in fact take B’s clothes.
Nothing hurts the heart more than imagining the me grumpy/awkward person of the otp singing songs with little kids. Like them kneeling and singing Four Little Speckled Frogs in this high bab voice as the little kid just watches in awe.
Why are there not more Western Aus? I need more western aus in my life. Please guys pull through.
Imagine the otp just doing small romantic things for each other. Nothing huge but stuff like nose kisses and foot rubs. I would die.
- heterosexuality
my marauders fancast (because this is so fun)
james potter x aaron taylor johnson
i know that this is a pretty basic one but i absolutely adore aaron taylor-johnson and think he’s incredibly adorable and handsome. plus if you ever want to write him as surviving there’s source material (because he gets even more sexy and handsome as he gets older)
regulus black x timothee chalamet
timothee is adorable and perfect for reggie (even though the person that i pick for sirius is younger than him). these are the only two popular fancast for these characters so good luck for the rest and i hope you can see my vision i guess
sirius black x deaken bluman
before i say anything just look at the hair. look at the material. plus he can give off rich bitch vibes and chaotic rule breaker (he is only one month younger than timothee though so i won’t really mind it i guess). plus the dude is drop dead gorgeous. come on now! (sn, i just looked it up and he’s actually only six days younger than timothee. six!)
remus lupin x matt hitt
okay ik ik i truly was considering andrew garfield and i would’ve used him but i honestly wanted a people that looked much younger (don’t bring up aaron okay). although both are in their thirties now i think matt encapsulated that remus john lupin energy that we all know and love. plus i’m this picture we can say he’s wearing sirius’ jacket. and matt is the oldest out of the six and remus definitely has an aged look.
peter pettigrew x lucas hedges
i loved lucas in boy erased and ben is back. i was contemplating fionn oshea but i thought that lucas just exudes that quiet but smart and timid friend energy. plus i’d love to hug lucas (although i would never let peter touch me).
lily evans x nora mac
before i begin plus sized lily! idc what you have to say and i don’t want to hear any of your fatphobia. nora just seems like the person that would give the best hugs and lils is obviously an amazing hugger. she seems like she also has the best snacks and could just give you endless love (especially for those like remus). also her hair is gorgeous. so yeah
Alignment Chart w/ Marauders Era Characters Pt. 2
Alignment Charts w/ Marauders Era Characters
Random Pictures From My Camera Roll as the Marauders Era Characters
remus and lily watching james, sirius and peter do absolutely ridiculous and crazy things. remus: i quit
sirius the minute anyone touches him because DRAMA KING
james realizing he’s in love with regulus
regulus realizing he’s in love with james
James (creeping up to Sirius’ bed to scare him)
James (ripping the curtains open): Surprise- bitch what the fuck!
Sirius and Remus (behind the curtains and red faced):
James:
Lily (laughing in the common room because she knew Sirius and Remus went up there by themselves and she suggested James go scare Sirius):
Sirius is a local artist and Remus is a children’s tv presenter. The show decides to have Sirius on as a guest, and Remus is supposed to learn how to do the art but he’s really shit and keeps making awful jokes and Sirius falls a little bit in love with his freckles and they make out backstage.
A few years later, they’re living together - Sirius still selling art and Remus presenting the programme- and one day Remus is at work when his co-hosts (Lily and Peter) introduce a special guest and Remus is like ??? Because he didn’t know about it at all, and Sirius comes onto the set with the biggest grin on his face and Remus is still like ??? When Sirius kneels down in front of him, and pulls out a ring, and tells him that he still loves his awful jokes and lack of any artistic talents whatsoever and asks Remus if he’ll keep telling him those awful jokes and ruining his art when they’re both old and crinkly, and Remus is just bright red and laughing, and nodding and Lily is crying and Peter is clapping them both on the back and James comes on cheering for them and its beautiful
Remus talks in his sleep. Or rather, Remus emits various noises in his sleep. Sometimes it’s talking, sometimes it’s crying, sometimes it’s screaming. The others don’t ask him about it, but they know why. They know what he sees every time he closes his eyes. They know he sees Fenrir Greyback standing in his bedroom with a chair shoved under the door handle. They know he sees Greenback leering down at him, his face twisted and horrible but still human, then suddenly not. Suddenly a monster tearing through the flesh that once contained it. They know he sees fur and fangs, claws clamped around his small arms, tearing through his puppy-dog jammies. They know he sees the werewolf’s giant maw looming ever closer as his parents, summoned by their son’s screams of terror, run as quickly as they can to their son’s room, but not quickly enough to stop those yellowed fangs dripping with saliva and exhilaration from tearing into their son’s flesh, revenge for an insult uttered in Greyback’s presence. They know this is what he sees, but they never tell him they know. They never tell him he makes noises in his sleep, although he guesses he must. The dreams always get worse as the full moon approaches.
In their Third Year, James teaches himself how to play the guitar. He tells his friends it’s so he can woo the beautiful Lily Evans, but he doesn’t teach himself love songs: he teaches himself lullabies. And every night as the boys get ready for bed, James plays a song. Or two, or three, or as many as Remus can stay awake for. He’s still a bit rusty for a while, but Sirius takes it upon himself to sing accompaniment for every song, even the ones without lyrics. Especially the ones without lyrics. He has fun with those ones, and James always has to play them first because the boys end up laughing so much at Sirius’ lyrics they’re awake for half the night otherwise, and the whole point of this is to get Remus to sleep, after all.
By Fourth Year the other students’ whispers surrounding Remus’ monthly bouts of “illness” have grown greatly (largely thanks to a certain greasy-haired Slytherin), and it becomes ever more difficult to console Remus when he hears kids talking about him, about what they suspect he is. He grows paler and paler as the school year progresses, and each full moon seems to take a greater toll on him than the one before. His nightmares, too, have grown worse. The other three Marauders don’t know why Remus’ night noises have changed. For over three years they’ve listened to Remus cry out for his parents, whimper “no, no, no” again and again, and scream in utter terror. But now his screams are different, filled with despair rather than terror, and the only word he says anymore is “please.” It’s Peter who comes up with the idea that Remus might need a comforting presence nearby while he sleeps, someone to hold him and tell him it’s okay when things get bad. Remus insists he’s fine, he doesn’t need this, but Peter crawls under the covers with him and refuses to leave. Remus is quieter that night than any night since before he was five.
The boys take turns sleeping in Moony’s bed, and they never make it seem like a chore. They fight over who gets to cuddle him (mainly James and Sirius), until one day when Remus tacks up a poster on the wall with a schedule of who gets to sleep with him when, and a big note along the bottom that wiggles around and changes color every few minutes, announcing that any fighting over the schedule will result in revoked cuddling privileges. (James and Sirius still have a few silent fights when Remus isn’t looking, but mostly just because they like to.) Remus almost never cries out anymore.
The schedule gets a bit messed up in Fifth Year; they start out rotating every night like they used to, but Quidditch practice starts taking up more and more of James’ time – he often returns to the dorms well after dark, and still with a load of homework to do – and Peter starts spending every spare moment in the library to prepare for the upcoming OWLs, so more often than not it’s Padfoot spending the night in Moony’s bed. For a few months, James and Peter still join Remus whenever they can, but eventually Sirius takes over permanently. Remus would never say this to the other boys, but nights with Sirius were always his most peaceful anyway. It’s not that he doesn’t love the other boys, or that they don’t love him, but with Sirius it’s different. With Sirius, his fears just… disappear. So night after night, he and Sirius wrapped in each others’ arms, he sinks into a deep, contented sleep.
It’s a rainy Tuesday night when Sirius decides to ask Remus the question, the one they all want to ask but have an unspoken agreement not to. Peter’s in the library, and Sirius and Remus are sitting on the windowsill watching James streak across the Quidditch pitch as best they can through the deepening dusk and rain-smeared windows.
“Hey Re,” he begins, but his voice falters and he doesn’t continue.
Remus turns his head from the window and stares at Sirius, waiting for him to finish his thought. When he doesn’t, Remus prods him. “What?” he asks.
“Nothing, never mind.”
“No, what is it?”
“It’s… Can I ask you a question? A personal one, I mean?”
“Padfoot, you know the most personal thing about me; what else is there to ask?”
Sirius looks down and runs his fingers through his hair, something he only does when he’s nervous (which isn’t very often).
Remus sighs, then says, “Ask away.”
Sirius stays quiet for a few moments more, then turns back to Remus and blurts out the question all in one breath, like he’s afraid if he doesn’t get it all out at once it’ll stay stuck in his throat forever. “Why did your nightmares change?” Remus looks surprised and a bit confused, so Sirius adds, “Around Fourth Year. Your nightmares changed. Why? What were they?”
This time Remus looks away. He keeps his gaze focused on the Quidditch pitch, and his voice is watery as he replies. “You’ve got to understand, I never had friends before you guys,” he says. “It was just me and my parents all the time, so that no one would find out about me being a… about my ‘furry little problem.’ So when you and James and then Peter became my friends, it was unreal. All I ever wanted was to have friends, and then I did. But I was afraid of you guys finding out what I was, of being all alone again. My best friends hating me for being a monster. But you didn’t. You all found out and you didn’t hate me. You stayed my friends, and I’ve literally never been so happy in all my life. But it’s one thing for you guys to know and not care, but when other people find out? Find out that I’m a monster, realize what you and James and Peter are friends with, what happens then? You’d be ostracized too. And you and James couldn’t do ostracized. I’m used to it, but you’re the most popular guys in school.”
“What did you dream, Re?”
“I dreamt… I dreamt that you all left me. After two years, okay, I can go back to being alone and friendless. But after four, after everything we’d been through together, I just couldn’t do it. When everyone else started talking about where I went every full moon, about what I might be, I was sure you guys would have to choose – keep being friends with the werewolf and be cut off from everyone else in the school, or cut me out and keep being the most popular guys in school. So every night when I closed my eyes, I’d see you with everyone else, and me alone in the dark. I’d hear you telling me what you really thought all this time: I’d hear you calling me a monster. And Sirius, I just couldn’t take that.” Remus’ voice breaks, and his shoulders start to shake.
Sirius puts his hand to the other boy’s cheek, pulling Remus’ face back towards him, although Remus keeps his eyes cast down, and Sirius’ palm becomes soaked with the tears now streaming down Remus’ face. “Moons,” he says. “Oh Moons. You didn’t really think we’d leave you, did you? Look at me.” He frames Remus’ face with his hands, both of them now, and guides it up until he can look into Remus’ eyes, just inches from his own, until he can stare into them with all the intensity of his being so that he can see how very serious he is. “Moony, I will never leave you. Ever.” He presses his lips gently into Remus’ soft, dark curls (it wasn’t unusual for the boys to kiss each other on the head; they were none of them shy about expressing affection). He kisses the curls again and again, and then suddenly his lips are on Remus’ eyes, his cheeks, his nose, his mouth. He’s kissing his Moony with ferocity, and he’s no longer sure if the wetness on his cheeks is Moony’s or his own, all he knows is he needs to chase away every doubt Moony’d ever had and the only way he knows to do that is by pressing his lips against the other boy’s as hard as he can. How could Moony have thought he’d abandon him? How could he ever think that? Didn’t he know he loved him? Didn’t he know he couldn’t possibly live without him? But while Sirius knows that these things are true, that he’s madly in love with the boy he’s kissing, that he’d trade anything and everything he had for a lifetime with Remus, he hadn’t known it just a few moments before, hadn’t realized it until he found his lips locked with his Moony’s. How could he have missed this? How could he not have realized that his Moony was his everything?
But what was he to Remus? Fear overtakes him, fear unlike any he’s ever known. It wraps itself around his heart and squeezes until Sirius is sure it will burst. He freezes with his lips just a few centimeters from Moony’s, no longer able to breathe let alone kiss. But then Remus’ lips are back on his own, pressing into them with the same intensity Sirius’ had used before. Remus’ hands are tangled in Sirius’ hair, trying to pull him even closer. Sirius in turn wraps his arms around Remus, and they stay like that for minutes or hours, time and the rest of the world ceasing to have any meaning or even existing at all as they kiss.
When they finally break apart, neither of them speaks for several moments. Remus is the first to break the silence.
“You’re pretty good at that,” he says.
Sirius laughs. “Yeah, you are too.”
“Well I mean it’s not like I’ve had the sort of practice you’ve had…”
“Oh shut up, Re,” Sirius says, planting another kiss on Remus. Then, “So I may have had a bit of – experience – in that regard, but Merlin, Re, nothing was ever like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Outside, James and the rest of the Gryffindor team land and start heading to the changing rooms.
“Prongs’ll be back soon,” Remus says, “and probably Peter too. We should probably, um––”
“Stop snogging?” Sirius suggests.
“Yeah, that.”
“Probably a good idea.”
“Want to go sit in the common room? James’ll probably want to dry off by the fire.”
They sit a little awkwardly as they wait for the other two Marauders to join them, neither of them quite sure what to say or how to act, neither of them quite sure where they stand.
Finally Sirius, unable to tolerate things being awkward between him and Remus, asks, “So now are we like–– I mean, do you want to–– oh fuck it all, Remus Lupin, will you be my boyfriend?”
“Well I thought that’d be rather obvious,” Remus replies.
Sirius jumps up from his chair and throws himself across Moony’s lap with a whoop of triumph. At that moment, the portrait hole swings open and a very wet James walks through.
“PRONGS, GUESS WHO’S DATING MOONY?” Sirius shouts.
“Well it’s about damn time,” James says. “To be honest I kind of thought you guys’ve been shagging for months now. Wormtail’ll be glad to know he doesn’t have to spend all his time in the library anymore, I guess.”
