#captofthesswolfstar

[maraudererasmut]

We're Having a Baby (Part I)

For @captofthesswolfstar <3

"Remus!! Remus, we're having a baby!!"

"Oh?" Remus raised an eyebrow, his eyes remaining focused on his book. "I didn't realize you were pregnant."

"No, you idiot!! Prongs!!"

"You know," Remus shrugged casually, "You really shouldn't refer to your boyfriend as "You Idiot". He may get the wrong impression."

"Remus!" Sirius' tone was sharper than before and Remus glanced up, sensing the urgency in his partner's voice. Sirius' face was flushed, his breathing rapid, the old muggle phone still clutched tightly in his hand.

"Oh shit..."

"Yeah..."

"Sirius... We're having a baby!"

"We're having a baby, Moons! We're having a baby!"

Remus leaped up from his seat, his book falling lifelessly to the floor. They had planned for this a dozen times, they knew this was coming, yet somehow it still took them by surprise. The werewolf looked around, whipping his head from side to side, scanning the flat for... There it was. The bag.

Prongs couldn't be trusted with it, all four Marauders knew that, so the responsibility fell on Remus. It was his job to take Lily's bag to the hospital when the time came.

"Grab that, Sirius," Remus said sharply, pointing to the large diaperbag filled to the brim with every conceivable necessity for a woman who was about to give birth. "I'll get the fire ready."

Sirius scooped up the bag and headed to where his boyfriend was standing and conjuring up a roaring flame.

"You ready, Pads?"

"No," Sirius scoffed, attempting to hide his nerves with a grin. "Not really. Everything's gonna change... Prongs is gonna be a dad, Reme... Everything's gonna be different..."

Remus smiled softly at his boyfriend and reached over to grab his hand, weaving their fingers together.

"I meant: "Are you ready to go to St. Mungo's"." Remus leaned into Sirius, pressing their shoulders together. "You're right, Sirius. Things are gonna be different. You're gonna be a godfather. We're gonna have someone new in our lives who will look up to us. There's gonna be a tiny new Marauder. Things won't ever be the same again, but that's not a bad thing. It's just a new chapter."

Padfoot closed his eyes and squeezed his Moony's hand tighter.

"Hey Moons..."

"Yeah?"

"We're having a baby..."

"We are. Are you ready?"

"I think I might be."

Both men took a step forward simultaneously, shouting "St. Mungo's!" into the fireplace. Green flames erupted and enveloped them, then suddenly, the little London flat was empty.

[of-stars-and-moon]

So today has been one year since I first read We were Infinite and came into the Marauders and Wolfstar Fandom.

Yes I am crazy enough to remember and celebrate the first day I read my favourite fic. How I know the date is a long story

So, I just want to say a massive thanks to Tara. I don't know what my life would have been if I wouldn't have read it. Maybe, I would have found some other Wolfstar fic but I am not sure if I would have started shipping Wolfstar. I am so grateful that WWI is the first ever fic I ever read because it was like reading a Marauders book that is thousand times better than JKR could ever write. I was falling more in love with the fic with every chapter.

If all the books in the world would be on one side and re-reading WWI with the feeling of reading it for the first time and falling in love with it again would be on the other side. I would obviously choose WWI.

Again, I want to thank @captofthesswolfstar for creating the epic masterpiece that brought me to this beautiful Wolfstar fandom.

[therealrjlupin]

@captofthesswolfstar

@captofthesswolfstar

Tara's fic We Were Infinite brought me solidly into the fandom and I'll be forever grateful for this incredible fic.

I'm so lucky that we went through our pregnancies together and could share woes and high points. I first messaged you about a year ago because I'd seen you be supportive to people and I wasn't having a good tone, and you are still so kind and supportive of both your friends and anon people who need advice or someone to just hear them.

💙💙💙

[jencala]

Guess who had Thanksgiving together? I love having @captofthesswolfstar nearby.

[wolfstarrtrash]

A few accounts to follow if you’re new to the fandom

@wolfstarwarehouse: without a doubt the best place to go if you’re looking for fic recs etc. make sure to check out their index and tag page if you’re looking for a fic with something specific in there. Their ask box is currently closed, but when it’s open you can ask for fic recs or get them to help you find a fic.

@wolfstarhq: Also a fic writer on ao3, wolfstarhq’s blog is a real mix. As well as posting their own original content, they also are a good place to find other creators content. Plus you also get to interact with them if that’s your thing, and they’re just all round good person.

@captofthesswolfstar: As well as posting and reblogging great content, she is also a sort of mum to the fandom, and you will often see her blog filled up with asks for advice (as her advice is amazing). But don’t let that fool you, she’s also an amazing fic writer and I would definitely recommend checking out We Were Infinite on ao3.

@jencala: Another fic writer, who’s fics feature heavily in my all time favourites, her account is a hub for all the quality wolfstar content. She, along with the others mentioned really liven up my dash and make scrolling through tumblr such a get experience.

Obviously there are heaps more amazing accounts out there, but these were some of the first four I followed and I would highly recommend checking all of them out.

[tarantye-no]

just happen to open my tumblr to see @captofthesswolfstar going to be mum in less than a year and @space-marauder and @kapitan5o got engaged so CONGRATS TO ALL THE TREE OF YOU!!!

just wanted to say that you all make my dashboard always happy with your tumblrs!! ♥

[mymischiefisnevermanaged]

Sirius Can Ask Dumb Questions

Sirius: You okay Moony?

Remus: Yeah, my head just hurts.

Sirius: Like a headache?

Remus: ...no, like a stomachache...Yes a fucking headache!

Inspired by and posted with @captofthesswolfstar's permission

[azkabqn]

"It's okay" Myrtle cooed, "We're alone you can talk to me." She floated down to sit next to the pale boy slumped against the cold white tiles. His late night visits to the first floor bathroom had increased over the last month, as did his desire to disappear. His tears fell and Draco had no fight left in him to regain his composure. They were very much alone but he'd rather be struck with a hex than to talk to Moaning Myrtle, though she may be the only soul in Hogwarts who wanted to do so. Talking only made his situation more unbearably real. Myrtles hand reached out to touch Dracos knee, the phantom gesture running a sharp shiver down his spine. The pain bringing him back to his thoughts. He had no choice, like a puppet on strings he would follow his orders, the consequences too great to risk. Dracos blurred vision spilled into the memory he desperately tried to forget.  

Stepping through to the dining room which had once framed Dracos favorite view of the lush green garden beyond the manor, was now drowned out with dark heavy floor curtains. Cracks of light spilled down the sides illuminating the dust in the air. A dozen cloaked masses now sat at his once welocming dining table. His breath caught in the back of his throat as he inhaled before pacing to the empty seat at the table. His mother's hand gripped his knee as he sat and glanced down at the figures now removing their masks. Keeping his gaze low, Draco turned to the head of the table. 

"Young Master Malfoy," the chilled voice prickled at the skin of his neck, "I am sure I need not explain the dire importance of our current situation. Your eavesdropping from behind closed doors should have filled you in quite nicely." Tensing every muscle Draco begged his body to remain still, the grip on his leg tightened keeping him grounded. Locking his focus on the small cracks of the table the figure to his left seemed to almost lounge in his chair, though his eyes searched every inch of his face hungry for attention.

"You shall kill Him Draco," Voldemort's voice hung in the air, a few murmurs came from the lower end of the table but were quickly silenced by a sickening laugh that pierced the room. With the flick of a wrist Draco's gaze was snapped straight in The Dark Lords direction; a smile cracked across the ghastly face in front of him, "and should the Malfoys yet again fail, I won't be so forgiving." The smile widened a fraction as Dracos nerves faltered. "I place their lives into your hands Draco." Silence fell and time slowed to an agonizing pace.

Across from him, Draco saw the moment panic strike his fathers face. Lucius' tired eyes flashed wide and his mother's vice grip dug deep into his leg. It felt like hours that he had been sat there, those words ringing in his head like a thumping headache. The weight of the situation drenched Draco in a cold sweat. Blood surged through his ears and his nails dug deep red patterns into his palms. His mind begged him to run, run and keep running til his lungs gave out. But his body felt like a weight it could not lift. Rooted in the chair his heart pounded, Voldemort's words constricting in his chest. How was he supposed to plot such an impossible task? To kill a man, no. To kill Dumbledore.

His vision blurred and his eyes stung, the memory faded into his silent tears. Myrtle now peered over the top of his knees with a look of pity he always despised. Pushing himself up off the bathroom floor he leaned over the sink and swallowed the wave of nausea, scowling at the disheveled mess that reflected back at him. Myrtle sulked about being ignored and swooped into a near by cubicle as he quickly regained his composure. Swiping the remaining tears away and running a hand through his limp hair, with what little energy he had Draco did his best to fix his appearance. Once he deemed himself adequate enough he swung the bathroom door open and silently made his way along the dimly lit corridors back to the common room.