[maybebabyplease]

for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:

courage

Remus splays out across Sirius’ bed, his head falling over the side.

“Why did you get so drunk, Moony?” Sirius asks, fond. “You know you can’t hold your liquor.”

“Wanted courage,” he mumbles. He rolls over and curls into Sirius, planting a clumsy kiss on his ribs. Sirius’ breath stutters.

(50 words)

[phoenixstartedthefire]

Late Nights and Candlelights

Okay so this was just some self indulgent fic that I wrote that I actually like. This is just the first half since the whole thing won't fit here. It doesn't really have a plot if I'm being honest. But enjoy I guess and let me know if you want me to post the rest of it. The whole thing is currently posted on my ao3 which is the same as my username on here. So you can check it out there if you want.

TW\\ discussion and usage of cigarettes

The smell of cheap cigarettes was prominent in the small bedroom down the hall and next to the bathroom in a cottage in Wales. It was a warm summer night. The only light to be seen other than the scattering of tiny bright stars in the black sky was the lamp in the bedroom. It gave off a warm glow and attracted a few moths towards the window from which it was emitting. The sound of boisterous laughter disrupted the peaceful silence that surrounded the residence. 

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Remus spoke through a fit of laughter.

“I’ve got a point though, don’t I?” Sirius pointed out, sitting on the bed next to the open window and smoking a cigarette. 

“Just because Slughorn has a moustache, does not make him a walrus pretending to be a human.” Remus refuted, baffled this was something that had to be said.

“Well, have you ever seen Sluggy and a walrus in the same room?” Sirius asked, as though this was indisputable proof of his point.

“I’ve never seen a walrus in general! Does that mean everyone I know is secretly a walrus?”

“But not everyone you know looks like a walrus.” 

"You're an idiot," Remus said breathlessly. Sirius rested the hand with the cigarette on the windowsill and used the other to playfully shove his friend. 

"I think you mean genius." 

"No I don't," Remus reassured him. Sirius flicked the ashes of his cigarette out the window and raised it to his mouth once more. "Those are bad for you, you know." 

Sirius just rolled his eyes, "You want one?" 

Remus just sighed. "Hand it over." Sirius grinned and passed one to him. 

"That's what I thought." 

"Shut up. We both need to quit." Remus remarked while lighting his cigarette with the lighter he nicked from his dad the summer before.

"Eh. What's life without a little risk?" 

"That's not an excuse to do stupid shit." 

Sirius chuckled, "Like I need an excuse."   

Remus put the lighter back in the drawer of his nightstand as he raised the cancer stick to his mouth. It burned in his throat and he resisted the urge to cough. Lily Evans liked to say Sirius was a bad influence and Remus was starting to suspect she was right. Not that he would do anything about it. Not only was he quite fond of the dark-haired reckless boy sitting on his bed, but Remus specialised in self-destructive behaviours. Which would explain the smoking. "When are your parents coming home?" Sirius asked. 

"What's the date?"

"Ninth of August." 

"About two days," Remus answered. His parents were in France for the summer holiday. They trusted Remus to stay at home. Which was a very dumb decision. 

Sirius nodded and threw his spent cigarette out the window. "I should probably leave tomorrow then."

"You don't have to. My parents won't mind." Remus tried to act casually. Like he didn't care either way. He wasn't sure if it was working. Perhaps the nicotine was already messing with his brain. It would explain a lot. Like why his heart rate increased exponentially when Sirius breathed out a laugh. 

"You really think they won't mind this?" Sirius gestured to himself. He was wearing a faded leather jacket over a black Sex Pistols t-shirt. His clunky combat boots were on the bed, much to Remus' chagrin.

"The only thing they'll mind is that you're wearing shoes on the bed. Take those off." Remus nudged Sirius' leg with his elbow. Sirius rolled his eyes and kicked off his shoes. Remus took another drag from his cigarette, causing his heart rate to increase once more. He needed to quit.

"As you wish, your majesty," Sirius said sarcastically, earning a light elbow to the side from Remus, who was trying hard to stifle a smile. "Are you sure they won't mind though? I wouldn't want them thinking a rebellious bad boy like myself is corrupting their perfect son."

Remus snorted, "Did you just refer to yourself as a bad boy?" 

"Well, how would you describe me?" Sirius challenged jokingly.

A plethora of words came to mind that Remus would never say. Instead, he said, "Self-centred dork with a disregard for authority." 

“Rude!” 

Remus shrugged, “You asked.” 

“I figured it would be something like ‘devilishly handsome and courageous’. I wasn’t expecting to be slandered.” 

“And that sentence proves my point.” 

“Okay, I can see the self-centred thing and disregard for authority. But I am not a dork.” 

“You spent a week learning origami so you could fuck with McGonagall by turning in a swan as your homework,” Remus recalled. 

“That was not dorky. That was very punk rock.” Sirius said in his defence. 

Remus laughed, “That is the furthest thing from punk rock.” 

“I was dismantling the flawed education system. That is punk rock,” Sirius disputed, though he had a smile on his face. 

“You were being a prat, that’s what you were doing.” Remus corrected him.

“Do you remember the look on her face, though? That was priceless.” 

“She looked like she wanted to murder someone. Most likely you.” 

The sound of the grandfather clock in the living room striking twelve diverted them from their discussion. 

“Are you sure you want me to stay?” Sirius asked and Remus made the mistake of facing him. The answer was yes. It was always going to be yes. Even if the answer was no, it would be impossible to say that to the pretty grey eyes that were staring back at him. 

“Yeah,” Remus answered and hated that his voice cracked like he was an awkward thirteen-year-old boy again. He hoped Sirius didn’t notice. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, mumbling something about how hot it was. 

"I think we should do something tomorrow. Last day of freedom, you know?” 

Remus raised an eyebrow at him dubiously, “What are you suggesting?” Knowing Sirius, it was likely something illegal.

“Okay, hear me out,” Sirius reached under the pillow closest to him and extracted a glass bottle of-

“No.” 

“C’mon, it’ll be fun.” 

“Where did you even get that?” He asked and he knew he would regret asking it but he couldn’t help it.

“Got it in town. As long as you look seventeen, the bloke at the pub will sell you whatever you want.”

Remus sighed, and they both knew he was eventually going to give in. Because Remus always gave in. Especially when it came to Sirius. That didn’t mean he was giving in without any argument though. “That's illegal." 

Sirius just shrugged and a dark strand of his hair fell in his face. "Since when has that stopped me?" 

"We better not get caught." Remus conceded. 

Sirius grinned triumphantly. "Yes! Knew you'd come around!" 

"Yes well, I seem to be incapable of saying no to you," Remus admitted. 

"And I'd like it to stay that way." 

Remus was going to suggest they go to bed before he did something very very self-destructive. Until-

"What was that?" 

"The light went out, you dipshit." 

"Well yeah, I can see that. But why?"

"Well if you give me a second, I can find out." Remus felt around his nightstand and found the string to turn on his lamp. He pulled it and it made the clicking noise that it usually did. It didn't work. He tried it again. 

"What's wrong with it?" 

"Not sure. Maybe a dead bulb." Remus went to unscrew the light bulb. But of course, it was hot. He swore and pulled his hand away, feeling like a complete idiot. 

"Did you just burn your hand?"

"What does it look like?" Remus retorted in a sarcastic tone. 

"It doesn't look like anything. I can't fucking see."

Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius was right though. Now that the light was out, it was near impossible to tell whether his eyes were open or closed. It was quite off-putting. He felt something warm and solid press against his side as he tried to assess the damage on his burned hand. It was almost comforting. Until Sirius jabbed him in the eye. "Sirius! Ow!" He swatted the boy off of him. 

"What?" 

"You poked my eye, you wanker." 

"I was trying to figure out where you were," Sirius explained, not sounding remotely apologetic. 

"I haven't moved since the bloody light went out. Now move. Maybe I can find a candle or something." Remus said and slid off of his bed. 

"Need help?" Sirius offered. 

"Just stay here and don't break anything." He advised. 

He heard Sirius scoff, "You really think I'm so irresponsible that I'll break something as soon as you leave the room?" 

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I do." Remus answered and left his room, bumping his arm into the doorframe on the way out. He had no idea where he was going. He was relying purely on muscle memory. Surely he knew the layout of his house well enough by now to find the kitchen, where his parents kept their candles, without seeing. He felt around the walls to guide him, attempting to flip some light switches on the way. The power must have gone out for some reason. 

He heard a loud crash and sighed. He didn't have the willpower at the moment to be upset with Sirius. There were much more important matters at hand. Like the fact that he may be stuck without power for the next two days until his parents get home. Because he's just some knobbly sixteen-year-old boy who didn't know shit about electricity and really didn't care to. 

He felt around the walls some more and walked into a doorway. He sighed in relief when he felt a circular picture on the wall. He was in the kitchen. Now to find those bloody candles. 

"Moony! Are you almost done?" A voice shouted from his bedroom.

"Will you give me a minute?" Remus shouted back as he opened the cabinet he was seventy-eight per cent sure had the candles in it. 

"It's been a minute. It's been several minutes." Sirius replied in a whiny tone.

"And it'll be several more if you don't learn to be patient." He felt around the cabinet, wincing when he touched something sticky. Finally, he grabbed a waxy feeling cylinder that had to be a candle. Because there was no other object it could be. He pulled it out and felt the wick at the top of it. Yep. Definitely a candle. Now to figure out how to get back in his bedroom. 

"Padfoot?" He called when he entered the room that had to be his own. 

"It's about time." Sirius grumbled impatiently. 

[katjazart]

James hadn't always been so charming, but, Lily supposed, neither had she. ⚡️

[peaceofseoul]

When in doubt, go to the library!

[maryelizabethweber]

👏🏼 Obsessed 👏🏼

[myrkky]

Ginny showing off to her girlfriend Luna, who can’t believe how lucky she is to date such a doofus <3

Decided to paint a sketch I did some months ago.

[senpaimeru-deactivated20240127]

✨

[kidovna]

Ah, the good ol’ days.

Based on this post

[thematicallycoherent]

Quick drawing for Moony’s birthday

[wolfstar-fic-stash]

I can’t really explain why I like this fic so much. I feel like it speaks for itself.

summary from ff.net:

An exchange student decides that Sirius would make a good new boyfriend. Someone should have clued her in on a few facts.

[wolfstar-fic-stash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This was one of the first longer fics I ever read, and it’s still a favorite. The relationship between Remus and Sirius was really well portrayed. The characters were flawed enough to be real. The POV is partially Lily’s perspective, which I’m a sucker for. I think it’s funny that in this fic Lily befriends all the marauders before James. 

This is actually part two of a series. You don’t have to read them in order (I didn’t) but the deal with Snape that they are talking about does make more sense if you read the first one before this fic.

summary from ao3:

So, when ranking the boys in order of who she was most likely to actually be friends with, James Potter was definitely at the bottom of the list. So then WHY should she be bothered that he was suddenly showing no interest in her? It made no sense. She had begged him to leave her alone. She had practically prayed for him to stop bothering her. So why should she be upset that he had? She didn’t particularly like him. He was a prat and he was annoying. And exhausting. And moronic. And he drove Lily up the wall. She should be grateful that he seemed to have gotten bored of her. But she wasn’t. She was hurt. It made no sense.

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Mostly a Jily get-together fic, but background Wolfstar and a bit of Black brothers drama too.

Part of my Marauders era series, but can probably be read as a standalone piece.

[wolfstar-fic-stash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A fluffy raising harry au. One of those feel good one shots I find myself returning to over the years.

summary from ao3:

The first week Mr Black had moved into Number 11, Starlane Street, the neighbours were frightened. The elderly called him a troublemaker. Starlane Street was a peaceful, quiet area. Nobody wanted to befriend with a troublemaker or a criminal, so nobody dared to mess with him.

Mr Black had a nice, quiet six-year-old son named Harry, and shared his house with another nice, scrawny, kinda weird bloke called Mr Lupin.

The neighbours didn't know what Mr Lupin actually was to Mr Black, but they wondered.

(Or, Wolfstar raising Harry together and Sirius was free of charges.)

[wolfstar-fic-stash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I especially love the ending of this fic, where Remus and Sirius go to Lily and James’ for the ‘Annual No Holds Barred Marauder Snowball Fight To The Death (Or Hot Chocolate, Whichever Came First)’ and Harry is there. There’s marauder shenanigans and all the little details about the rules of the fight, and how they came to be and all that...it’s nice to imagine the kind of life Harry could have had if he’d grown up with his parents and gay uncles *sniffles*

summary from ao3:

Looking back, Harry would remember his third year at Hogwarts as, well, remarkably normal compared to everything that happened all the other years of his schooling. Remus would remember it as the best year of his life. Sirius would remember that time Dumbledore walked in on him and Remus in a compromising position.

Absolutely nothing of consequence happened in the 1993-94 school year. It was perfect.

[wolfstar-fic-stash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I like fics like this that are generally canon compliant, set during the marauders’ time at Hogwarts, but that also explore a whole side of the wizarding world that canon just skims over. Definitely recommend.

summary from ao3:

It's December of 1976. The Ministry is more concerned about cracking down on werewolves than it is about disappearing Muggleborns, Remus is a lousy prefect but a decent friend, and James has declared that all Christmas gifts must be "creative" this year. Includes strongly worded letters to the editor, Muggle protest tactics, Quidditch games, and a very temperamental Sirius. Happy Christmas!

[wolfstar-fic-stash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I love this fic. It’s just one of those feel good married wolfstar au fics and it’s just nice. Quite a relaxing tone. Sigh. I wish I could know the marauders. 

summary from ao3:

No student had ever figured out why Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin seemed to hate each other so much, and at this point in the year the seniors were done trying. All they had time to focus on now was finals and graduation, although the annual class trip provided a welcome distraction. Three days on a lake with their four favorite teachers and plenty of time to gossip had to be a good time, right?

[wolfstar-fic-stash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is a slow burn coffee shop au and the attention to detail and nuances of the characters pulls you in and makes it hard to put down. Definitely recommend! Also, some good music recs. This is also the fic where Remus gets cluster headaches.

[wolfstar-fic-stash]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Extremely moving, fits into canon, one of my all-time favorites. The author also wrote several one shots that fit into the timeline of the story (see their ao3 profile).

Summary from AO3:

LONG fic charting the marauders' time at Hogwarts (and beyond) from Remus' PoV - diversion from canon in that Remus's father died and he was raised in a children's home, and is a bit rough around the edges. Otherwise canon-compliant. 1971 - 1995

This IS a wolfstar fic, but incredibly slow burn. Literally years. Long build up but worth it I promise!

COMPLETE!

Spotify playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/htl2006/playlist/3z2NbLq2IVGG0NICBqsN2D?si=Liyl_JKJSx2RUqks3p50kg

(Compiled by amazing reader, JustAnotherPerson)

WINNER of two 2018 Marauders Medals Awards: - Best Characterisation of Remus - Best Characterisation of James

2017 Marauders Medal Awards: - Best Work in Progress

[remywrites5]

Some Sirius Black Headcanon Ya’ll

-Sirius Black is touch starved. 

-The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black isn’t exactly big on hugging. 

-which is why for the first two years of being at Hogwarts his friends showing him any kind of affection throw him off guard. 

-By third year he doesn’t just let his friends touch him, he touches them first to an alarming degree. 

-Sirius Black drapes himself over his friends and gives them hugs BECAUSE HE CAN. 

-And that’s how Sirius gets a reputation for being overly friendly and a flirt. Because he can’t stop touching people. 

-The Marauders put up with it because they realize how much Sirius needs it. But Peter would appreciate it if he would keep it above the belt thank you very much. 

-Sirius enjoys sleeping in his friend’s beds, especially Remus’ because the werewolf is always running a little on the warm side and it makes for cozy winter nights. 

-Sirius likes to be petted whether he’s in Padfoot form or human. It’s the only way to calm him down when he gets hysterical or he gets a letter from his mum.

-The Marauders have to teach him what certain touches mean, like a firm hand on the arm means stop what you’re doing right now you bloody tosser before you land us in detention. 

-Sirius had a penchant for giving Minnie unwarranted hugs.

-Sirius Black also has a praise kink - yet anther thing he went without for the first eleven years of his like. 

-When they’re on the train to Hogwarts and Sirius shows James some of the magic he already knows, James calls him Brilliant. Sirius laps it up like a man dying of thirst. 

-Although he has no interest in girls, he likes it when they compliment him. 

-He doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about birds considering no girl he’s met is as fun or interesting as his friends.

-He doesn’t go home over Christmas Hols in order to stay with Remus during a full moon. His mum would normally make him cut his hair but without her influence it has grown quite a bit. Remus mentions he likes it and Sirius continues to grow it out, hoping Moony might compliment him some more.

-He knows he’s just as likely to be called an insult as he is something nice. But between Marauders insults are essentially terms of endearment so Sirius doesn’t mind.

-When he realizes he’s gay, Sirius is terrified that his friends won’t let him touch them anymore because they’ll be disgusted by him. 

-Jamie eventually pries it out of him and of course gives him a big hug. It gives Sirius the courage to tell Remus and Peter as well. 

-The first time Sirius kisses Remus, Remus calls it brilliant and holds him close.

-Sirius soaks it all in greedily.