my cosmic love, my rarest air

nini | she/her

[ricochetyears]

a little excerpt from my sunrise on the reaping wolfstar au <3

read When Again Your Eyes Open, the Sun Will Rise on ao3.

ac: sophithil

[ricochetyears]

remus kisses the tip of sirius nose when he wakes up first. sirius wrinkles it every time but his eyes stay closed on principle because he doesn't want it to stop

[mydearestmoonyy]

before sirius, remus didn’t feel comfortable with how tall he was. it made him feel awkward, like he took up more space than everyone else, like his existence was somehow louder, more noticeable, more inconvenient. he spent so much of his life trying to make himself smaller, folding himself into corners, hunching his shoulders, keeping his elbows tucked close so they would never accidentally brush against someone else’s.

he spoke just above a whisper because anything louder felt like drawing attention to himself. sometimes he would hold his saliva because he was convinced people would hear him swallow. he sat through boiling classrooms with his jumper still on because taking it off meant long limbs and awkward movements, meant the possibility of knocking into someone’s arm. he hesitated before taking off his backpack, before reaching for his water bottle, before doing anything that required him to move, terrified that he would somehow get in someone’s way.

before sirius came into his life and showed him that he could be beautiful exactly as he was, remus lupin wasn’t even sure he was comfortable with existing at all

[aquariusmoony13]

sirius and remus playing mario kart after dinner and the loser does the dishes but its remus who always lets himself get lose on purpose so sirius doesnt have to wash them

[mydearestmoonyy]

the beauty of wolfstar is that loving each other begins long before either of them knows it. it begins in the quiet obsession with every thought the other offers, in the certainty that nothing they could ever say could be uninteresting. before they were ever in love, they were already starving for each other’s minds, craving every passing thought, every half-finished sentence, every small confession, as though each glimpse only made the hunger worse. nobody had ever made them ache to know like that before

[ricochetyears]

i just have to say i absolutely ADORE your headcannons, your writing, your wolfstar, how down bad they are for each other, you write them so preciously, makes me want to put them in a bottle and shake them around like a rabid dog, i just lovee how your brains works, never die queen

oh hey angel!!! 🥹 this is so so so sweet, thank you so much. you have no idea how much this means to me! i get so soft writing them being down bad and stupid in love and knowing it makes someone else feel the same way is the best feeling ever

thank you for this, you’re too kind 🫶 ily and i’m so happy you’re here xx

[ricochetyears]

How remus' drunk persona would differ from sirius' drunk persona? or what kinda couple they are when theyre drunk together? Love your fics & headcanons. Thank you.

hi love!! thank you so much, that means everything 🫶

drunk sirius thoughts:

he’s the ultimate lightweight. someone pops a bottle of wine or cracks a single beer and he’s already halfway gone, words tumbling out faster than he can catch them

1-2 drinks in he’s a yapper supreme. he talks to literally anyone about whatever is on his mind (like spilling his weirdest lore to strangers at the bar or showing off pictures of his friends/pets/kids, depending on the life stage)

at 3+ drinks he gets all thoughtful and sad and suddenly he’s convinced remus doesn’t actually love him, he’s just pretending. or that james is only hanging around until he finds a “real” best friend

he gets so affectionate with the girls. climbs straight into lily’s lap, plays with mary’s trinkets, braids and unbraids dorcas’s hair while giggling about how pretty she is, arm wrestling with marlene. they all just let him because drunk sirius is impossible to say no to

drunk sirius is also jealous as hell. he’ll watch remus talking to someone else and suddenly get this sad frustrated pout even though remus has been glued to his side all night

despite the mood swings he’s still ridiculously charming. people at the bar end up loving him even when he’s in his sad boy 10 minutes era

drunk remus thoughts:

he can put away a shocking amount and still look mostly normal for a long time. tall boy metabolism + built like a skyscraper means he just absorbs it

early in the night he’s the chill listener. tired half moon eyes, soft smiles, head tilted while he soaks up everyone’s stories and offers thoughtful comments

once he tips over the edge, he becomes surprisingly talkative. flirts with sirius nonstop (even more than usual) and launches into passionate rants about his latest obscure interests, explaining folklore or science or why a certain band sucks

drunk remus loves debating. he’s not aggressive but if he disagrees he shakes his head like a bobblehead and starts the monologue in a full professor voice that somehow ends up lasting twenty minutes

he gets pretty tactile when he’s properly drunk. like big warm hands everywhere, pulling sirius close, resting his chin on his shoulder, playing with his fingers. also drunk remus gives the best hugs. i’m talking full body, enveloping bear ones

he still tries to be the responsible one at first, making sure everyone has their drinks, snacks and water, but once he’s gone he’s just as messy as the rest

them together when drunk:

they’re the couple everyone watches with exasperation sorry. sirius gets loud and whiny and needy, constantly draping himself over remus like “moons do you even like me or am i just convenient?” while remus cups his face with those big hands and tells him in the softest, most earnest voice how he’s loved more than anything

they’re both so touchy and needy, with lots of making out in the back of ubers, hands under clothes, giggling when they get caught. sirius gets jealous and remus finds it ridiculously hot, leading to lots of possessive making out in corners

they get horny every single time. no matter what, the night ends with them tangled up somewhere, like back home, in a cab, against a wall. drinks make them both open and exploratory. lots of lazy, loving oral (sirius gets downright obscene with his mouth, no filter at all) and remus talking dirty in ways he rarely does sober, praising and teasing until sirius is a mess. drunk sex for them is about closeness and discovery, trying new things, laughing when something doesn’t quite work, then trying again slower. they’re freaks like that

morning after is always domestic and sweet, sirius hungover and whiny, remus making tea and kissing his forehead, both of them discussing latest gossip while snuggling in bed

<3

[wowza8]

Sirius Black who’s ethereal and hot and majestic but there’s also a version of him in Remus’ too big pj bottoms, fingers coated in crisp dust, hair up in a ridiculous messy top bun, screaming with James over a Quidditch match and spilling beer all over the rug.

[ricochetyears]

are u ever planning on getting back to Our Closets of Backlogged Dreams? what you have so far is already so amazing!!

love you !

hi! thank you so much for the kind words, i really appreciate you stopping by to say that 🫶 and it also makes me really happy that you decided to ask me about one of my older fics 😭

i’m gonna be honest, right now my priorities are my fics “in the blind spots” and “when again your eyes open, the sun will rise”. but i hold ocobd very dearly and i will probably get back to it when i have time and when i’m finished with my prioritized works (since i absolutely adore dead poets society, and putting wolfstar into that universe is just another flavor of heartbreak)

<3

[ricochetyears]

helloo!

maybe this isn't your thing or maybe you've already said but... do you have any bottom remus hc's? :]

hi love!! oh i have plenty of those. i’m a switch wolfstar person so this is very much my vibe. you could also check out this ask about bottom remus if you want more ;) now onto my current thoughts:

sirius is the one who brings it up while they’re already kissing in bed. he’s trying so hard to sound casual (“maybe… we could try the other way sometime? if you wanted?”) but his face is bright red and he can’t meet remus’ eyes. obviously remus just goes with his signature “yes, sweetheart” because he trusts sirius so much that he’ll go along with whatever his boy asks for

when they actually do it, sirius is the one who’s nervous as hell. he keeps checking in every thirty seconds, hands shaking a little while he preps remus, whispering “is this good? tell me if anything feels off, moons, please”

remus is the calmer one just like he always is. obviously he’s a bit shy and blushing, but in general he’s steady, telling sirius he’s doing perfect and pulling him down for kisses whenever he starts overthinking

though i think throughout the process remus gets more and more embarrassed about how vulnerable it feels and hides his face in the pillow. sirius kisses the back of his neck and his shoulder and keeps murmuring how beautiful he is, how proud he is, how much he loves being trusted like this. remus eventually turns his head enough to look at him and the eye contact is almost too much for both of them

sirius tries so hard to be good for him. he’s careful and slow and a little clumsy from nerves, but every single touch is full of love. he keeps one hand on remus’ hip or tangled in his hair the whole time, and when remus makes a soft noise or presses back, sirius gets overwhelmed with how much it means to him

remus bottoms more when he’s had a rough day or his joints are acting up. it’s like he needs to hand over control completely and let sirius love him senseless. sirius is so gentle and reverent about it, never rushing, always checking in

remus’ favorite position is on his back with sirius between his legs so they can keep eye contact the whole time. remus gets this adorably overwhelmed look, biting his lip, hands gripping sirius’ shoulders or hair, little gasps every time sirius hits the right spot. sirius loves watching his face more than anything

remus isn’t super vocal (he’s a whimperer tho) but when he does talk it’s devastating, like little “please” and “sirius” and “need you” that make sirius feral. he also loves when sirius talks him through it, constant praise and filth that helps remus stay out of his head

after they’ve been together a while remus gets more confident and sometimes asks for it outright in this low voice that drives sirius crazy. he’ll pull sirius down on top of him, wrap his legs around his waist and just breathe “want you inside me tonight”

also rimming turns remus into an absolute mess :) he gets so embarrassed by how much he loves it, face buried in his arms, hips twitching helplessly while sirius takes his time. sirius always praises him through it

the comfort of being best friends first is what makes it work so well. they can laugh if something is awkward, they can pause and talk without any weird tension, and they always end up cuddling for ages after because the emotional closeness is just as important as the physical

<3

[ricochetyears]

happy happy monday, the new chapter of my sotr au is out <3

read When Again Your Eyes Open, the Sun Will Rise on ao3.

ac: sybillgray

[emberemberhearts]

sirius is the pettiest bitch in the world like, oh you laughed when a bludger hit james? well sirius charmed your broom handle to be super slippery so good luck next time you try to fly. did you say something about peter’s weight? eat slugs bitch. you tripped remus over? haha be careful next time you’re at the astronomy tower there might be a very angry sirius black hiding in the cupboard. said the wrong thing about regulus? ok have fun in the bathroom after the box of laxatives sirius put in your pumpkin juice.

[hkxox]

artist sirius who spends years building a reputation for breathtaking portraits, landscapes, and commissioned pieces until he announces his first solo exhibition, Masterpiece. everyone assumes its a showcase of his life's greatest works, his boldest technique, his finest compositions, the paintings he'll want remembered forever. instead, they walk into room after room of remus lupin.

in random forgettable moment, not posed, one where he’s asleep on the sofa with a book slipping from his hand, where he’s squinting into the morning sun while watering plants. remus stirring tea. remus laughing so hard his glasses have slid down his nose. remus reading by the window while it rains. every canvas has a different title Tuesday, Tea Gone Cold, 3:17 PM, Blue Jumper, Waiting, the subject never changing

[writtenicarus]

just like heaven by the cure ESPECIALLY the 2006 remaster IS wolfstar as a song

[moonytoast34]

remus was the first of the marauders to get a job in high school. it was definitely somewhere like gregg's. the other three loved to go into his place of work and do something like order 100 sausage rolls, and then take thousands of pictures of remus while he made them

(these pictures would later be posted to snapchat with the caption "our hardworking man 😍😘")

[ricochetyears]

everything you post is just..like correct. literally just perfect

thank you so much!! 😭 big hugs 🫶

[emberemberhearts]

found the most stunning colouring brush ever i swear