TheMoonAndTheStarr

Be Safe.

[bowtruckle]

I definitely need to draw more of these.

[sorenphelps]

(2:26) But still it’s large and leather and smells like motor oil and I need immediate help.

[sorenphelps]

i had to curl up for a while to deal with the cuteness overload, pretty much like this when i read the leather jacket scenes in chapter 10 of Text Talk written by mssrsmoony. brace yourself cause i’ll throw a fanart-tsunami at you while waiting for the update. OMG.

[sorenphelps]

Another illustration (wip) for the brilliant fanfic ‘Text Talk' written by mssrsmoony. I don’t know when I can colour this, I guess next week, but I don’t promise anything. Also, I have no idea which arm Sirius broke, so my wild guess was his left. And it’s also not completely clear in my head whether he still has the cast on or not at this point, so I drew him some bandages and pain relief patches.

[nisiedrawsstuff]

"Comfortably Old"

I kind of hate drawing them old; it breaks my heart, to think of their time together drawing to a close. Also, it makes me feel lazy for not using reference.

I didn’t really mean to turn this drawing into a full blown illustration, it was just a really rough sketch in my sketchbook that I decided to clean up in photoshop, and then suddenly it was like two days later and I had this.

[anightlywriter]

WOLFSTAR HEADCANON: Sirius and Remus reminisce about how they used the marauder's map.

[terrorbats]

[mamavocadohasxmoved]

Post-Azkaban Wolfstar makes me so sad, I mean just think about it…

Remus trying not to be mad at Sirius because the man’s been in prison for twelve years but he’s actually really hurt about what happened that night

Remus has been feeling guilty as fuck for longing for...

[duneekah]

Remus always has a hair tie on his person, so that whenever Sirius is flipping his hair out of his eyes an incessant amount Remus can shoot them at him until he puts his hair up.

[lovelymoony]

There’s something haunted about those grey eyes. Like they can almost see into his soul, seeing who he really is, and all of the secrets that he hides. Sometimes he’s afraid to look into them. Scared that he might break and give into their search. They remind him of the sky as a late summer storm rolls in. Clouding the clear view, and bringing something yet beautiful. Everything that he sees in the other boy.

He knows that there is more that meets the surface of him. More than just those eyes that so often dance and somehow manage to shine. More than just the hair he wishes to run his fingers through, and hell, there’s more to him than just that bark like laugh that drives him mad in the best of ways. But he also knows that there is a price to pay.

That each of them has been hurt in some way. Different ways but the pain and fear is there, always at the surface, pulling at them, and refusing to let them actually feel. He knows that there has to be more than this. That if maybe one of them took a chance, made that first move but rejection hangs over them like the dark clouds that so often clouds both of their eyes.

It would be such a risk for them to love one another. Such a risk to even walk down the halls hand in hand. A risk to lay in bed with one another, fingers tracing scars and ribs. Expressing words of their affection without saying I love you because even that would be a risk. To love one another, to put their hearts into the palms of the other- It seems crazy and scary and he hates that part of him wants that. Wants to be loved by him and kissed by him. Held after the moon has set, knowing that in a world that is filled with so much pain and sorrow there is still this. Still someone that could love him, someone that isn’t filled with disgust and hatred.

But it’s such a risk, all of it. Having to constantly watch where they take their next step for the fear of falling. Because after all, who could love someone like them? A boy that has a monster lurking within him. The other disowned, so much anger and fear pent up inside of him. Each of them a time bomb waiting to go off. Waiting for that one thing that will send them over the edge.

But god, he could love him so well. Could make the other feel cared about, something he knows he hasn’t felt his entire life. Could hold him as well, to chase away his monsters that come out as night as well.

It’s such a risk. Falling in love that is, but it’s a risk he’s willing to take.

[marilynhansonarchived-blog]

every time i see the post about remus swearing i think of sirius talking about umbridge — “you ought to hear remus talk about her” — and i just. this mild-mannered bastard probably swears a blue streak when he’s talking to sirius about something that pisses him off. it’s glorious tbh

[imthatpersonx-deactivated201706]

Sirius no

Remus Lupin everyday ten times a day (via pjo678)

[lovelymoony]

remus being incredibly sick and weak in the days leading up to the full moon and yet he still tries to play it off that he feels perfectly fine thank you very much. but sirius can’t help but notice how pale he looks and how he stumbles over his feet and shuffles about, like actually moving his limbs causes him too much pain.

and sirius doesn’t say anything about it, instead he just showers his moony in extra kisses and reminds him over and over that he loves him, no matter what  

[lovelymoony]

hello, yes, hi,.

lets talk about the Marauders/Wolfstar! Anything, head canons, prompts, HEART BREAKING THINGS.

just lets talk about them

[padfootandprongsy]

London Calling Part 1

Modern muggle AU in which Remus and Sirius enjoy a day together in London after being apart for the summer holidays. Set between their first and second years at uni. Remus/Sirius.

A/N: We thought of this when we were in London last weekend. You can also read it here. We do have ideas for a couple more parts that will include the other marauders if people like this. 

Word count - 4549

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Sirius wasn’t particularly adept at time keeping. Living off campus in his first year of university had resulted in him being late for lectures on a number of occasions; his seminar tutor had almost keeled over the first time she’d seen him actually turn up on time.

He’d gotten slightly better towards the end of the term, once he was used to his time table and the stress of exams were keeping him awake all night anyway – or if he stayed over with Remus and Lily on campus; one of them would always drag him out of bed and fill him with enough coffee to function for his 9am starts.

Usually, it didn’t matter too much – lectures were easy enough to catch up with online, and his good grades in essays and reports had been enough to keep his tutors off his back about his punctuality. Even the transportation in London didn’t fill him with the need to rush. With trains leaving the numerous tube stations every couple of minutes, Sirius wasn’t exactly under pressure to catch one at a particular time. He was 19, and he liked nothing more than spending a few extra minutes in bed, or catching up with a friend in the hallways instead of following the crowd of other students to his classes.

Despite this, even Sirius recognised that being late to pick up his boyfriend from a busy train station was not a good idea, especially as Remus had never been to King’s Cross before. Despite the campus being so close to the centre of London, Remus had spent surprisingly little time there in their first year of uni – something that Sirius was determined to change during his summer visit. So, with Remus’ inevitable disappointed glare if he were late at the forefront of his mind, Sirius had somehow managed to arrive at the station 35 minutes early. He’d wandered up the stairs in the concourse to get some food while he waited, staring wordlessly up at the impressive ceiling and periodically texting Remus, who irritatingly didn’t seem to have much to say other than that he was very warm, almost there, and extremely annoyed by the crying toddler a few seats down.

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[movedto-ronaninch-deactivated20]

[stevebuscemi]

There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.

[pocketpadfoot]

Wolfstar- Remus almost not making it after a really back full moon

This prompt is like 2 months old wow I’m awful at filling these. It will probably be part one of a larger fic if I can find the motivation to write it. (UvU)

Edit: the first scene didn’t get posted?? So I’ve added it!

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“That wasn’t too bad,” Moody admitted, as the group apparated in the small alley close to their regular meeting spot. “Black, Potter, nice team work.”

Sirius threw his hands in the air victoriously, and grinned at James, who had a smug grin plastered on his own face.

“You have today off,” Moody continued, rummaging through the pockets of his oversized coat for his pipe - little did he know Alice had nicked it before they even left, Sirius though, as Alice hid her giggles against Frank’s coat - “If only because I know you’re only going to get pissed tonight and won’t be of any use tomorrow, but I want you here Thursday at 6am sharp. If you’re late I’ll have you clean toilets the muggle way.”

There was a pained groan from the entire group, and Moody gave them a look that could be amused if he was capable of expressing other emotions than “angry and suspicious”. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and gave them a sharp nod. “You’re dismissed. And remember…”

“Constant vigilance.” The group said in unison, and Sirius gave a wink for good measure when Moody looked his way.

“Alright. Off you go.” He didn’t give them another look, simply twirled around and disappeared with a crack.

James clasped their hands together. “I suggest we do indeed get drunk, then go to a muggle karaoke bar and let Sirius sing Saturday Night Fever until he passes out.”

There was a general muttered approval, which made Sirius roll his eyes. That happened only once. 

“We can sit outside,” Marlene popped up, and her arm sneaked around Sirius’ shoulder, a soft tapping on his arm as she grinned down at him, subtly reminding him of his short posture. He gave her a scowl, and tried to subtly kick her shin. She didn’t react. “It’s the perfect weather, you know. Warm for once, and the full moon. We can even go get pizza and then…”

Sirius halted in his fantasy of making up a potion that would make him grow a couple inches, everything else tuned out when she mentioned the full moon. Surely it couldn’t be..

“Wait, McKinnon, what did you say?” He interrupted her chatter, an edge of panic to his voice which made James’ head snap towards him, eyebrows raising.

She gave him an odd look. “That it’s nice out? Pizza?”

“No, before that, you said…”

“Full moon?”

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