#wolfstar au

[lady-stardust1972]

wolfstar sharing their showers when they get their first apartment to “save water” — to which everyone rolls their eyes — but then they actually end up cutting their water bill by like half

then just start sharing everything they possibly can for “economic purposes”

[prettydaisygirl]

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who remus will be forced to marry... eventually ✿ 1.6k words

summary: remus' father dies, leaving him to become Lord Lupin. his mother insists he marry, but there's a problem: remus lupin already has a lover.

cw: no reader in this part, bridgerton-inspired au, established!wolfstar, period-typical homophobia mentioned, sirius being dramatic

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The golden-amber liquid swirls gently inside the cup as Remus shifts his wrist absent-mindedly. When he brings it up to his lips, it burns as it touches his skin and he can feel it trail all the way down his esophagus and into his stomach. He takes another sip, hissing as the burning intensifies. His eyes are distant, two fingers rubbing at his jaw. His gaze finally finds the street below, puddles reflecting moonlight, interrupted by fat raindrops. 

It’s rained every day since his father died. 

It’s not long before he can hear the signature jingle of keys at the door to the apartment, an all-too-familiar grunt as the door is pushed open. Remus leans his head back against the wooden frame of the chair, and he hears the moment Sirius sees his things. Everything goes silent for a second, and then there’s quick footsteps dashing until he’s standing in front of Remus. 

“Well?” Sirius’ eyes are already red-rimmed and full of fury, his fingers clenching into fists at his side. Remus knows his lover is quick to anger, and he himself would be no exception to this, especially when Sirius likely feels he was practically abandoned. “Where the hell have you been, then?”

Remus sits up, taking another drink of his whiskey. He’s trying to form the words, trying to string them together and force them from his throat and out his mouth but he can’t get it quite right. He hisses against his teeth. “Sirius…”

“If you were going to throw me aside like some whore, you should at least have the decency to admit it before you run off!” Sirius crosses his arms in front of him, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he shakes his head. Remus can’t help but think Sirius is at his most beautiful like this, though he’ll never admit that. 

The glass makes a small thunk as Remus sets it aside, letting out a huff of breath as he stands. Sirius stares directly into his eyes, waiting for an answer, for anything. His anger, red-hot and inflamed, is only covering up for his worry, his insecurities. They grow every moment Remus doesn’t speak, every moment he keeps looking at Sirius with that look on his face. 

Remus steps in front of him, lowering his face until their foreheads press together. Remus closes his eyes, but Sirius doesn’t, watching the way Remus’ face seems to crumble for a moment, his hands finding Sirius’ arms. 

“My father… is dead.” The words feel impossible to speak, if not only for the other ones he knows they will lead to. Sirius tries to pull away but Remus’ grip on his arms tightens, keeping him in place. “It was quite a shock.”

“Remus, I-” Sirius swallows thickly, his own hands finding Remus’ back, pressing him closer. He feels guilty for assuming Remus had tossed him aside, that the absence had been personal. He’s always been a selfish git, but now he’s truly feeling it. “I’m so sorry.”

Remus shakes his head, or at least as much as he can with his forehead pressed to Sirius’. The tips of their noses brush and something in his heart breaks. “No, I should’ve written to you. I wanted to write to you, only… I didn’t have an opportunity.”

Sirius’ lashes brush against Remus’ when he blinks, slow and fluttering. “Why not?” He asks softly, though he knows Remus will continue speaking anyway. 

“My mother. God bless her, she’s mourning him more than I am.” Remus swallows again and then clears his throat, pulling Sirius closer. “She was constantly hovering, she did not let me have even a moment of peace. I could hardly bathe without her knocking and asking if I am alright.”

Something about that makes Sirius smile, the corners of his lips tilting up, but it vanishes when Remus looks up to meet his gaze again, and that look is still there. The one that tugs low in his gut, and not in the good way that normally happens when he sees Remus. “What is it?”

“There is something I must tell you.”

Remus’ words hang in the air, thick and heavy like a cold mist. It raises goosebumps on Sirius’ skin in the same way, and his heart sinks lower than he thought possible. Maybe to Hell. Maybe lower. This time he doesn’t prompt Remus, he just stares, awaiting the death blow. 

“I… I am Lord Lupin now.” Remus’ voice sways on his new title, the idea of it straining his throat and he doesn’t know how long it will take before saying that sounds normal to him. He runs a hand through his sandy lock before speaking again. “And… because of that, it has become a new focus of my mother that I find a wife.”

Sirius feels like time stops. His brain refuses to process the words Remus is saying, the syllables just running on loop over and over like a scratched record. He doesn’t take in another breath, he feels like his heart doesn’t beat again for several seconds. 

“A wife?” It feels like he’s floating outside himself, his voice echoed and disembodied. Remus looks like he feels the same. That, or like he might be sick. It’s several seconds before Sirius speaks again, but it almost comes out as a laugh. “You?”

Something in Remus’ jaw sets but Sirius doesn’t back down, raising his brows just a bit. 

“My mother is insistent.” He says, but the look doesn’t leave Sirius’ face, though his color has started to come back. If anything, Sirius doubles down, his head tilting the way it always does when he’s being particularly snarky. “I like ladies,” Remus insists, “Just because I’m in love with you doesn’t mean-”

“What are you trying to say?” Sirius cuts him off, his words punctuated by a smirk and the cock of his hip. 

“I am trying to tell you that-”

“You’re replacing me with some dull, horrid woman from the Ton?” Sirius scoffs, then gasps dramatically, “If you marry my cousin, I will cut off your bollocks.” The look of disgust that takes over Remus’ face is enough to have Sirius’ teasing morph into a chuckle. 

Remus takes a breath and straightens his shoulders. “I am not going to replace you.” He reaches out for Sirius’ hand, interlacing their fingers together and giving it just the slightest of squeezes. “I do not want to take a wife, it will simply be to make my mother happy.”

“And to produce an heir,” Sirius’ fingers trace slowly down the skin of Remus’ neck, feeling the twitches and movements of his muscles underneath his skin. “Do not forget, I was to be a Lord once too. I know the expectations.”

“Perhaps, in several years, once I am done with my studies-” 

“Moony, please,” Sirius scoffs again and his hands fall away from Remus’ neck, his arms crossing over his chest, “Be realistic. Do you think your mother is going to allow you to continue your studies here while your wife remains in Mayfair? She wants an heir.” Remus opens his mouth to speak but Sirius shakes his head and raises a hand, stopping him, “As soon as you finish saying your vows, your mother is going to be speaking of grandchildren. I’m surprised she hasn’t already brought it up, truly.”

Remus’ silence is all the response Sirius needs. His shoulders drop, and his hands reach for his lover again, sliding over familiar ridges and settling softly against his back. “Remus, my love, my moon… What are you asking me?” 

“I… I’m asking you what you want?” 

Sirius purses his lips. He runs a hand through his hair and brushes his nose against Remus’ jaw. He sighs. He tangles his fingers in Remus’ shirt. 

“I want you.” Sirius whispers, tongue darting out of his mouth and wetting his lips. He pulls back to look up into the taller man’s eyes, “Always. Like always.”

“And you’re… alright with that?” 

“With being your mistress?” 

Remus can’t help but guffaw at this, but he guesses Sirius has a point. “Yes.”

“Well, is it truly that different from what we are doing now?”

The question makes Remus ponder. He has a secret apartment in the city, paid for through Sirius and purposely located far from any main streets. The two of them are sneaking around, have been sneaking around since the beginning of ‘them’. No one in good society would approve of the two of them galavanting around together. At least not together as they truly are. 

“I guess not.” Is what Remus finally decides on. Something softens in his stomach and it’s like he can take a breath for the first time in the last several weeks. 

“I just have one request.” Sirius says, face turning serious and his grip on Remus’ shirt tightening, silky fabric clutched between his knuckles. 

“Anything.” Remus says it, and he means it, though he knows it’s not entirely true. There are things Sirius could ask of him that he could not deliver, but he would try his damned best. 

“I want to approve of the woman you pick.” 

The words hang in the air for a moment, and Remus finds himself nodding, tugging Sirius closer and lowering his lips to his lover’s. 

“Done.”

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[moony-toast-mornings]

look all i'm saying is movie star sirius + film director remus & rockstar sirius + music critic remus are AU's we are NOT exploring enough

[morph-png]

so i did this redraw of my old art with marauders in a band!au. made this for tiktok and now i’m scared that nobody will see it and i spent like 20 hours doing this so… yeah. i’m trying to get back into the fandom so i’ll appreciate any kind of attention here!! 🐺⭐️

[firelace]

happy new year!!!!

hiii, i wanted to post one last artwork to close 2025! i’m so grateful for your support even tho i don’t really post that much but trust me, i will never abandon this account cause it is too special for me. Anyway, i dont know if 2025 was a good or a bad year for you but i truly wish you a 2026 full of success and happiness. thank you for being there unconditionally, i will always be here to post my art even if fucking AI is making it harder for artists, i will never stop creating.

-firelace

[myrows]

Wolfstar College AU

The perfect paln — part I

[ghostlynocturnalspirit]

i love the idea of remus not going to hogwarts, because there is no war brewing and therefore dumbledore doesn't think it necessary to groom a young boy so he can have a werewolf in his ranks. everything else (kinda) stays the same. sirius still runs away, inofficially becoming effie's son and the second potter boy. peter finds his true dream is to become a pastry chef and fights for the house-elves' rights, james and lily figure their shit out and get haz, mary finds her happiness and marlene realizes she's in love with her quidditch rival dorcas.

anyway, life's good, but sirius kind of feels a bit alone sometimes since harry's taking up so much of james' time nowadays (sirius absolutely adores the kid but you know, everything is suddenly about family. where is the adventure?). since he's reconciled with his little brother (finally) he has the task of finding a birthday present for him, so he's walking around diagon alley, looking for something that could make the little shit happy for once.

and then he sees it, a little bookstore crammed in between two other popular stores. the sign above the door reads blackthorn's books. it doesn't have as many customers as the stores beside it but it looks like a place regulus would adore. sirius walks in and realizes that it's gonna be impossible to find anything in here. he doesn't know a single thing about books, really, and there are books not only on the shelves but stacked in heaps on the floor. it's chaos, but beautiful chaos, if you're into reading and all that, he supposes.

then he sees the man behind the counter. the first thing he notices is the scars. his face and sleeveless arms are covered in them, making him look handsome in this sort of rougish and rugged way. he's sitting down on a stool, reading, and yet he's taller than sirius still. everything is quiet in here, making him feel like he's walked into some seperate world. sirius coughs into his hand and tries to get his attention.

when the man looks up his breath his taken away. he has the prettiest hazel eyes he has ever seen. the man blushes and puts the book down, immediately standing and showing his real height. sirius has to crane his neck to look up at him. he looks adorable as he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck.

"excuse me, i didn't notice you there. what can i help you with?"

his accent is a bit strange; northern. sirius opens his mouth but finds that he has to clear his throat before any sound can come out.

"uh-- i'm looking for a book..."

the man's amused, lopsided smile, pulls on the scar that crosses his mouth and sirius can't help but stare, wanting to kiss this stranger half a minute into seeing him.

"yeah, i'd reckon you are. what kind of book?"

okay. think think think. what books do regulus usually read?

"something like rebecca, or jane eyre..."

the man looks surprised. pleasantly so.

"not often someone comes in saying their favorite books are of the muggle sort. but well, i think i have a good recommendation. read it last week, actually."

... and then sirius trails after remus into the bookstore and they fall in love!!! because sirius keeps coming back, pretending he loves to read and has the attention span for it!!! and regulus is super suspicious about why he's suddenly getting so many random gifts and why sirius is looking so dreamy!!! and then sirius becomes an illegal animagus for remus and they frolick happily in the woods together!!!

[leapfromthegallows]

summer wolfstar! inspired by sunburnt summers.