Of your 3 major ships, who knows the other the best? Like, which couple would win if they all played 'The Newlywed Game'.
My 3 major ships are Wolfstar and Drarry from the Harry Potter fandom, and Chadam from the Mighty Ducks fandom.
Ok so I actually went and looked up sample questions for the Newlywed Game (and ended up having such a fun time going through like 30 of them with my partner) so I feel like I can be pretty confident in my answer when I say: Drarry.
Both the Wolfstar and Banksway ships were roommates, and while it would seem to make sense that they would easily know everything about their partner from growing up in close proximity, it's actually really easy to not notice things because you don't have to be intentional. You assume you already know everything about them. I can also see Remus being quite avoidant with Sirius about deeper things, and the same with Adam when it comes to Charlie. Not even because they want to, but it's just in their nature to sort of withhold to an extent.
But Draco and Harry?! Bestie. They have been hyper aware of each other from day one. They were intentional as fuck about knowing whatever they could about the other person, and I fully believe this behavior would only increase in their relationship. They are each hardwired to be tuned into what the other is doing. The desire they have when they get together is just a new and more potent fuel for their very obvious preexisting obsession with each other.
“We’re not just friends, and you know it.” asked from this prompt
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we all know i’m about to write both lets not play
Inky black hair was splayed out across the pillow, like a halo that absorbed light instead of reflecting it. It’d be a peaceful scene if no one knew that Sirius was practically trembling with irritation, and in someone else’s bed. Perhaps it was because Remus still hadn’t returned, and did not come to the astronomy tower as he asked. Sirius thought it was ridiculous to go back to ‘just being friends’ as Remus had explained they should, and if he didn’t agree then he didn’t see any reason for a change. Perhaps it was because he heard Remus had a date for this weekend in Hogsmeade. Whatever it was, the other marauders had steered clear of him because of it. He was not in the mood to be fucked with right now. Remus was a dead man walking, as far as the other two boys were concerned. Sure, the two could pretend that they there wasn’t some kind of tension, or they weren’t constantly running off to the astronomy tower, the Room of Requirement or some other hideaway to spend time together, alone. It seemed that Remus Lupin was the only person in the whole of Hogwarts that didn’t know what was going on between them was something more than just casually hooking up. Remus was one of the only people in the entire castle that didn’t know why Sirius was laying in his bed, scowling at him from across the room.
“Wotcher, Padfoot.” he greets, because if Sirius is going to continue to glare at him, from his own goddamn bed, then he’s going to be completely unbothered by it. Dramatic, all too confident Sirius raises an eyebrow at him, as he places his rucksack on the floor, and kneels to remove his charms textbook. That wasn’t the reaction he was expecting. He was expecting this to be the point when Remus asks him why he’s glaring a hole into the wall. But since he doesn’t get the reaction he wants, his teeth sink into his lower lip, in the way he knows drives Remus crazy, and his long fingers slide through his hair. If Remus wanted to play that way, then he would. He didn’t mind going along with it, for the fun of driving Remus crazy with his antics. “Alright, Moony?”
Remus was trying exceptionally hard not to stare at Sirius as he bit his lip, but he’s sure that Sirius’s gaze is fixed upon him as he watches. And it’s not like he can tear his eyes away as Sirius pulls on his own goddamn hair in the way Remus fucking wants to. He wantswantswants. But he can’t have it, and he knows that. Because he knows that they’ll never be more than just friends who fuck around, and he’s over it. He’s not wasting any more time on a relationship that won’t go anywhere. So instead, he raises his eyebrows in return “you gonna keep sitting there, or you wanna go back to your own bed before I geet changed?” He’s giving Sirius the out he needs to end this stupid charade, but Remus was a liar if he thought that Sirius would take it. Not when he’s clearly irritated with him. So when the other boy makes no move to leave, Remus pulls off his uniform jumper and begins unbuttoning his uniform shirt. Then it’s Sirius’s turn to stare, his eyes tracing the scar that crosses from his neck down his chest. He wantswantswants Remus so badly, but there’s nothing he can do. He won’t be the one to break. So instead, he nods toward the window. “Fancy a smoke? Figured you don’t want to go to the astronomy tower, but the boys aren’t here so we can smoke while they’re out.”
Remus has never agreed to anything faster or more enthusiastically in his life. He would love to watch Sirius smoke a cigarette right now, all thin, quaking fingers and gentle tapping. And he loves the way the smoke curls past his lip and into his hair. He pulls on a jumper, warm, soft wool enveloping him, and perches himself on the sill. Before he can even blink, Sirius is directly across from him, the carton abandoned and two cigarettes in his hand. “Got a light, or do I have to do everything for you?”
“I’ve got one.” Remus replies, reaching into his pocket for his lighter. It makes it through exactly one cigarette before it’s out of fluid, and for as much as Remus would like to curb his yearning for nicotine, he wants to watch Sirius smoke way more. So he holds out the cigarette to his best mate, and tosses the spent lighter aside, murmuring fucking useless shit under his breath. Sirius let’s out a chuckle, because of course Remus would do that. “Don’t be daft.” Sirius said, forcing himself in between Remus’s legs and into his personal space. “Put that in your mouth and inhale.” He whispers, their lips brushing just slightly. Then he’s pressing the lit end of his cigarette to Remus’s, and using one to light the other. When he moves to pull away, Remus’s hand is firmly on his hip, anchoring him to the space. Sirius takes it as a sign, and pulls the cigarette out of his mouth to press a kiss to the soft skin of Remus’s neck. He’s only met with rejection, which he’d be lying if he said didn’t hurt. “Pads, we can’t do this.”
“If you pull that useless just friends trite out of your arse again, I swear to fucking Merlin.”“Padfoot, we are just friends!” “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it, Moony. Pull your head out of your arse for five minutes and just, for once in your life, consider that i’d rather take you on a hogsmeade weekend then watch you go with that hufflepuff git.” “Sirius, you don’t want to date me, so you don’t get a fucking choice.”“Where did you get the idiotic notion that I don’t want to date you.”
That throws Remus for a fucking loop. “I-you- what?” “Remus Lupin, will you be my date for Hogsmeade this weekend, and hopefully many other weekends following this weekend? And before you answer, consider both that I’m very, very fit and totally your type. And an excellent lay.”
But then Remus is closing the space between them, and it’s all so charged with annoyance and love and Sirius is wondering how on earth Remus didn’t see it. How couldn’t he see it, when Sirius’s affection was so plainly right in front of him. But that doesn’t matter, because they’re here, smoking cigarettes on the window seat, arms wrapped around each other. It took a while, but now things had been made right.
“I think you’re just afraid to be happy.” asked from this prompt
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tw: that internalized homophobia is a real bitch, f slur
Calm, cool, collected. Act like you don’t give a shit. That was what Remus Lupin told himself on a day to day basis. But one look at the tremor in his hands, or the way his shoulders were always drawn with tension, was enough to indicate that the exact opposite was true. He’s deeply flawed, deeply insecure, and a literal fucking werewolf. How do you get to be all of those things, and also cool, calm and collected? They practically cancel one another out, which was a nice way of saying he had never actually been calm, cool, or collected. Sirius Black. Best mate. One-quarter of his friend group. One of the only people that has ever seen past the facade of apathy that Remus shows the world. Sirius, who climbed into his bed after the full moon just to hold him and make sure he was okay. Sirius, who had laid out all of his trauma in an effort to make Remus feel comfortable enough to talk about what goes on inside his head. Sirius, who wanted to keep him happy, but understood that sometimes people have to be sad. the empathy, loyalty, and care that Sirius had shown him knew no bounds. That was why Remus had to put a stop to it. Because Sirius never would, and Remus couldn’t let someone with so much love to give waste it on a person like him. Someone who could hurt him, someone who once a month suddenly stopped being a person, and became a violent, bloodthirsty monster.
He could hear his heart thrumming in his chest, already aching with the heartbreak of the decision he had made. Ending this friendship hurt, even if it was the right choice. But Remus had fallen irreparably, irrevocably hard for Sirius, and he couldn’t let someone in like that. Not when he could hurt him so badly. Plus, Sirius would never love him in the same way, not really. It wouldn’t make sense. As far as Remus knew, he was the only one of their friends who liked blokes. He was the only faggot they hung out with, and once they found out he was a pouf, they definitely wouldn’t want to anymore. It was just another thing on the list, just another reason he had to pull away. For as much as he didn’t want to, he had to start with Sirius. Because if he didn’t, he knew that if he and Sirius still persued this friendship, he’d be pulled back into the fold. He couldn’t say no to that boy, and he was completely aware of it. Perhaps his red-rimmed eyes and quaking hands would convey to Sirius what he couldn’t with his words. Perhaps they’d explain that he wanted this, he just couldn’t have it. He knew it, and Sirius should too.
“Sirius, can I talk to you?” With just one question, his voice had threatened to give him away. “Yeah, Moons. Good talk or bad talk?” He asks, and Remus so desperately wants to just thank him for asking. Despite everything that’s about to happen, despite all the things Remus isn’t, Sirius still has the empathy to ask him in such a short, non-threatening way if they should stay in the common room or go somewhere where no one will be able to hear them. Remus has been down this road before with Sirius, where everything is falling apart and he just needs someone to talk him down from his stress and his feelings, and Sirius has always asked good or bad before every one of those conversations, and come up with some fake detention, or prefect duty, or something Remus has to do to get him away from prying eyes. He loves him for it. It’s fucking unfair. “Bad talk.” He practically whispers. But then Sirius has pulled out of the dorm, through the common room, and spun some excuse to James about a detention the two of them have. When Sirius finally lead him to the balcony of the astronomy tower, Remus had already started shaking like a leaf.
He’s enveloped in warmth, the smell of cloves and ink and cigarette smoke, and it took him far to long to register that he’s wrapped in a loving embrace from Sirius. He wanted to thank him for getting him away from everyone, but he couldn’t. Not with what he was about to do. “Moons, you look practically green right now. What’s got you so stressed out?”
“I uh–” He started, before promptly clamping his mouth shut. He needs to be delicate– be careful with Sirius’s feelings. Now is not the time for Remus’s usual brand of blurting everything in one long-winded ramble because he had it bottled up for too long. But despite his best efforts, he does precisely that anyways. “We need to stop hanging out because you’re getting to close and I’m so afraid I’m going to hurt you or disappoint you or you’ll think I’m disgusting and I can barely handle daily life let alone that kind of fucking heartbreak.”
What he didn’t expect was a gentle, humourless laugh from the other boy. “Why would any of that happen?” “Let’s see... I’m a gay werewolf who sucks at human interaction and has a crush on one of my best mates?”“You’re a what?”“I’m a werewolf that sucks at human interaction?”“Moony, do you have a crush on James?”“No, you absolute nonce.” “So, who?”“I can’t tell you! I can’t believe you’re even entertaining the idea of this! None of you guys are gonna want to be seen around with a fucking faggot!” “Are you fucking serious right now?” “No, but I’d like to be.” well he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. But then Sirius is pressing a soft kiss to Remus’s lips, and his heart feels like it’s going to explode out of his chest. “I-um-what?” He stammered, but Sirius gives him a knowing smile instead of an answer. “Okay, that’s sorted then. Anything else on your mind, Moons?”
“Sirius we can’t keep hanging out. I’m so afraid of hurting you.” “Moony, can I be completely honest with you for a moment?” “Please.” He practically whispers.
“You’re not afraid of hurting people or being rejected or any of that shit the way you’re afraid of happiness. I think– I think you’re just afraid of being happy– because you don’t want anyone to find some reason to take it from you. And Merlin, people have taken everything else from you. It’s no wonder why you’re so scared.”
He doesn’t mean to be a cliche. Not really. But Sirius had hit the nail so directly on the head that it hurts. He doesn’t want to deal with the heartbreak that being happy means he’ll have, when everyone inevitably leaves. “Rem, please just trust me enough to help you be happy.”
Alright, so after being gone for probably literal years, I'm back! That's right, I, Banjo, am back playing your favourite wizard dog, Sirius Orion Black!
I'm here to answer any questions you might think of and write little fic prompts for probably mainly Wolfstar or other marauder pairings.
Tuafw between executive dysfunction and your depression and your chronic stomach issues you've spent so much time just laying in/on your bed bc pain and no energy and no motivation and it sucks, bc you wish you could go out and do things. And on top of that, being irritable all the time and tbh I'm getting on my own nerves at this point and hhhhhhh why can't I function - 🐺🌠
I would say Wolfstar and Drarry prob do, yea. I imagine in a world with cheering charms and calming drought and healing magic that it's probably considered boringly mundane, actually 😂
For Banksway though, Adam I don't think would ever. If so then maybe after he retires and a doctor tells him it might be beneficial for him to chill the fuck out now and then, but he has such a need to be in control of himself that the idea terrifies him a bit. Charlie has, but doesn't make it a regular thing. And he's more of an edible guy when the itch wants to be scratched. He spends those evenings watching reruns of CatDog and eating off brand fruit loops cross legged on the floor way too close to the TV.
If your ship played a classical instrument what would it be?
Banksway: I can absolutely see Adam's parents making him try classical music lessons as a kid. His mom 'encouraged' (read: forced) him to take violin for a few years as a concession to let him play hockey (a sport she found to be entirely too violent and dangerous). Eventually he gave it up, but when forced to take an arts class at Eden Hall he picks it back up. It takes a long time to shake the rust off, but Charlie is, of course, having a hard time controlling his urge to swoon publicly.
Classical instruments are notoriously expensive and also learning music at all take quite a bit of patience. Because of this I choose cow bell for Charlie. He has rhythm and learns to read music at Eden Hall enough to know his cues (and stay in the class to swoon over Adam) but that's the extent of it.
Wolfstar: There is a getting back together fic where they are both classic musicians in a professional capacity that I love and haven't been able to remember the name of (starts with an L I believe?) And in it Sirius plays Violin (pretty sure) and Remus plays piano and I am sticking with that because I remember loving that fic so much and I am angry all the time that I never bookmarked it.
Drarry: Harry is Timpani. Draco is a piccolo. I think the fierce, seemingly abrupt addition of Timpani to classical music adds so much power, and the piccolo, though small and often (in my opinion) harshly sharp sounding, what it adds to music cannot be replicated in other instruments as well as people might think (since alot of people are like.. oh, look, a smaller flute lol). These two instruments side by side is comical and unexpected if you just consider them on their own, but as two parts of a whole, they work well and can make or break a sound. I love this for them.
What are some ways your ships say 'i love you' to each other without saying the words?
Aww I LOVE this one. Really had me picturing the sweetest little moments and I just wanna write them all! 🥹 Thanks anon! Here we go!
Wolfstar:
Sarcasm and quips. Because they were best friends first and foremost.
"You're looking extra delicious today" Sirius says, a tiny smirk playing at the corners of his lips as Remus stumbles into the kitchen in his ratty, mismatched pajamas. He has a deep crease pressed into one of his cheeks from the pillowcase, and his hair is somehow both flat and fluffy in the least attractive way.
"Oh do shut up" Remus replies, rolling his eyes and flipping Sirius the bird as he makes his way to the still hot kettle.
Drarry:
I have a little HC that in the beginning, before saying the words is really comfortable or natural for either of them (bc they both grew up in houses that didn't really say the words, even if Draco's mother showed him love) that they just sort of stare at each other, frozen, both knowing they could say it, that they probably should say it, but they keep looking at each other like terrified deer in the headlights until Draco reaches out to adjust Harry's jumper, just for something to do even though it's perfectly fine. "What would I do without you" Harry muses, not looking away even as they start blushing, because they both know what he's really saying. "I think you'd manage" Draco replies, sounding all too much like he really hopes Harry wouldn't. And Harry knows he wouldn't so he just shakes his head with a quiet "nah" and they stand there staring at each other for a moment longer before one of them realizes they'll be late if they don't move it along.
Banksway:
I think for them it's just a combination of little things. Adam starts the coffee pot for Charlie because he wakes up first. Charlie turns all the lights out and locks the door because he falls asleep last. Adam driving way across town to eat with Charlie because Charlie gets less time for lunch break. Charlie researching the contenders for the next series they'll binge together. The routine comforts them both, like saying every day: I still love you. This is enough for me. I am secure with you. I trust you.
But I think the biggest thing is just trying to make each other laugh. The banter, the inside jokes. Pulling faces to each other during very serious holiday family dinners at the Banks house. It's effortless making the other laugh, but when they succeed, it feels like love. It sounds like I love you; thank you for loving me.
