#wolfstar*

[loloisloco]

If i had a nickel for every time i got way to obsessed with a non canon ship and then proceeded to read a scary amount of fanfics about them i would be rich, and at this point its not weird anymore.

[ccccatttta]

i ADORE the idea of moonwater being best friends before wolfstar get together just so sirius gets called a hypocrite whenever he even tries to pull the "dating your best friend's brother is inmoral" card to james

like

sirius: what do you MEAN james is with regulus, that should be illegal cmon where's the best friend code about not dating your brother

marlene: if you are regulus' brother please say aye

sirius: ... aye

marlene: if you are regulus' best friend say aye

remus: aye

marlene: if you are ALSO dating your brother's best friend say aye

sirius: ...

sirius: that's DIFFERENT

[diannya]

Remus Lupin ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

[syrcinus]

Late nights in the common room

[my-castles-crumbling]

wizard - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 145 - NSFW but not explicit

Sirius can't believe this is happening. Finally, finally, after years of pining, months of dancing around each other, it's all culminated in this. Hands roaming on heated bodies, biting lips, moaning into each others' mouths.

he's overwhelmed in the best way. He just wants more. Everything. He can't get enough of Remus, because he's wanted him for so damn long.

So, he says it without thinking: "Fuck, I don't have anything. Do you have lube?"

And Remus pauses, eyes looking deep into Sirius's soul.

And fuck. Has he misread things? Are they only snogging as- what? Friends? His stomach sinks.

But then Remus opens his mouth and looks at him with the most endearing smile. "Sirius. You know we're wizards, right?"

It hits him like a brick to the head and he breaks into a beaming smile. "Right," he laughs, before connecting their mouths again.

[pretty-little-mind33]

ＳＨＯＲＴ ＡＮＤ ＳＷＥＥＴ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

muggle au poly!marauders x fem!reader

Summary: You introduce yourself to the bookstore next door.

Warnings: none

"𝒪𝒽, 𝐼 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃"

The air is chilly as you pull your jumper over your shoulders, balancing your silver tray in one hand. You blow some hair from your eyes and close on the door to your small cafe, the bell chiming after you. While technically you don't officially open until 10 am for brunch this morning, you had planned an assortment of mini-drinks and pastries to bring to the neighboring businesses so you could introduce yourself to them. 

Your first destination is the bookstore across the street. It's an old red-brick building, accompanied by a worn-out wooden door and a wooden sign where the name, "Moony's Library" is proudly displayed in chipped white paint. It looks homey and antique and when you walk over and can see that the small plaque on the door says closed. You knock anyway.

You receive no answer. 

Biting your lip, you hold your tray tighter against your sides, frowning as you raise your arm awkwardly to try again. Still no answer. You try the handle this time. You could have sworn you saw someone in the window. The door opens with a creak as you tentatively push on it and hesitantly, you step inside.

Just as you do, your shoe hits the slightly raised step of the entrance, bending your ankle awkwardly as you almost fall over. You gasp, catching yourself just in time as none of your drinks spilled or pastries fall. 

Thankful no one saw you—

"Clumsy, aren't you?" a voice drawls from the corner of the room and you jump, almost dropping the tray again. When you turn, you see a man sitting in an armchair in the corner, his left foot bound in a medical boot. His crutches lay against the side of the armchair.

The man is strikingly handsome, with his round glasses resting on his nose and his messy dark hair curls framed around his sharp hazel eyes. He isn't smiling, instead he is simply smirking like he knows something you don't know. 

"You scared me." Your voice sounds more intimidated than anticipated, and you walk towards the counter, placing the tray near some old books. You're careful not to ruin them as your cheeks burn warm. "I knocked," you point out, afraid he'll accuse you of being a trespasser. 

"I heard," the man says with a chuckle.

Your eyebrows scrunch and he reads your mind. 

"We're closed. Didn't want to stand and open the door when we are closed." The man shrugs and as handsome as he is, you don't like how he's practically making fun of you. His eyes land on the drinks and trays and his lips curl, his voice a little more lighthearted this time. He makes a guess. "You own Whisk and Whims Cafe?" 

You nod and walk over, holding one of your drink samples to him. "This is a Caramel Cappuccino. It's called Autumn Swirl," you say and then pause a moment. "My name is Y/n," you add quietly.

The man takes the drink and drinks it all in one go. He smiles and looks at you again. "Decent," he teases, wiping the foam from his lips. "Hint of cinnamon?"

You nod again as another voice interrupts you. "James. Be nice, will you?" The man, James, rolls his eyes at this and leans back in the armchair, adjusting his boot with a grunt. You look behind you at the newcomer and your heart leaps. It's another man, just as handsome as this one. He looks taller and lankier and he has deep scars adorning his skin, accompanied by faint freckles you can only see if you focus very hard. Which you are. His dusty dark-blond hair swooshes almost perfectly. He's breathtaking and you lose your train of thought. 

"Hi, I'm Remus," the man comes up and holds out his hand, "Ignore my friend here, he can be grumpy in the morning."

You nod, looking at Remus and then James.

"Shut up, Moony."

"Moony," you whisper, referring to the bookstore's name. You look at Remus directly and smile. "You're the owner."

Remus chuckles and hums, strolling behind the counter. He looks around the old-fashioned bookstore; the books are arranged on tall bookshelves all around, wooden ladders accompanying the slightly dusty shelves. The ceiling is painted mural style, adorned by golden trim. His hand smoothes over an old book and then he looks at your tray of pastries and drinks.

"And you must be my new neighbor."

You smile and point to one of the small sample cookies. "Chocolate chip," you say and smile at Remus, "you seem like a chocolate kinda guy."

"Couldn't have said it better myself, love," James interrupts from behind you. He's leaning on one of his crutches, his broad shoulders flexing as he rolls them. He's smiling at you, towering over you as he leans one of his arms on the counter. 

Your cheeks feel warm again. "Are you partners?" You ask. 

James laughs loudly, his pretty lips turning into a smile. "No," Remus answers, finishing the cookie as he wipes the crumbs from his lips. "Jamie here is just helping while he recovers from his injury."

Your gaze falls to James's boot and he catches your gaze, his jaw clenching as he captures your chin in his hand, keeping your eyes on him. Fuck, you think as you look at him and his touch sends a jolt of electricity, he's so handsome.  

"Eyes up here, darlin'," he grumbles. The boot is obviously a sour subject for him and your eyes snap up. 

You nod, entranced. James smirks and drops your chin, his hand lingering in the air. Remus clears his throat and your attention is pulled to him again. "Y'know, I was thinking we could do something fun with our businesses—" Remus offers, stealing your attention as James's smile disappears and he clears his throat, turning to look at some of the books on the shelf. 

You turn to Remus fully now, fiddling with the small sample cups. "Oh?"

Remus nods. "I mean, a cafe and bookstore? A match made in heaven," he explains his plan, "I'm thinking we could host some events. Perhaps an evening tea book club? And we could have opportunities to blend our businesses, for example, one book purchased here could earn them one coupon at Whisk and Whims and some bonus coupons if they read the book in your cafe. I could also have James build you a bookshelf, he's my personal handyman, with sample books from here to bring in more customers, ones they could buy potentially—"

"Who said I would build you the bookshelf— I'm injured—" James interjects.

"James," Remus sends his friend a glare and you smile.

"I'd like that," you interrupt, loving Remus's plan. You feel happy that you've found him and your smile widens. "Thank you," you say honestly.

Remus's heart leaps at that smile you wear and he has to shake himself, clearing his throat. "Oh, y-yeah, no problem," he says, his Welsh accent slipping out because he's nervous and James sends him a curious look.

When you return to your café, the interactions replay in your head. You switch the open sign, humming as the mental image of James's curly hair and Remus's smile causes you to feel an unfamiliar giddiness in your chest. The morning is slower, which you'd expected from your first day, but you don't mind as your mind wanders. 

Eventually, the clock strikes one, and that familiar bell rings. You look up from where you're rearranging the cookies in the window. There are only a few customers and you only have a few staff so you see him instantly. 

You jump up, rushing to the door to open it for him since he does have crutches at the moment. However, you almost slam into a doe-eyed redhead as she holds the door open for James. Your eyes widen and you stumble back, hand finding your apron as you suppress the embarrassment coursing your veins.

The girl turns to you, skin pale and eyes a shiny emerald green. Her cherry red hair is braided to the side and she looks behind her, smiling as James helps himself through the door. He lifts his head, staring at you.

"Y/n," he says your name, a little surprised to find you here and not behind the counter. Where you should be. He turns to his girlfriend—friend? And for the first time since you'd met him today, he smiles warmly, "Thanks, Lils," 

James looks at you again and this time, the smile stays. "Remus is still busy but I wanted to stop by and see how business is," he looks around the mostly empty room and his smile falters just enough for you to see the change. Your embarrassment grows. 

Lils interrupts him, "For your first day, it's quite good! It took Sirius months to fill out his store, right, Jamsie?" 

You look at her, grateful for the kind words, and unclench your hands from your apron. You push away the embarrassment and gesture to a small table near the window, "This one is free," you back away, your voice a little shaky as you ask them, "What can I get you?"

"I'll have another Autumn Swirl," James teases you as he staggers over with the girl's hand around his muscular arm. "Lily will have anything with matcha." He laughs and Lily rolls her eyes at him, but then she nods at you. 

"Thanks," she says and then smiles. Her smile is the prettiest thing you have ever seen and when you return behind the counter to make their order, you feel stupid. Of course, someone like James is already in a relationship! What were you thinking—developing a school-girl crush on a guy you'd met only hours ago? 

You shake your head, successfully diminishing the warmth from your cheeks but only worsening that pit in your stomach as you do your best to focus on the drinks instead of hearing James's, already intoxicating, laughter from across the room. 

tags: @nubigenouss

~ THANK YOU FOR READING! this is my first series. I'm nervous but hopefully you like this! very slow burn ;) ik Sirius isn't in this one, but he will be soon! ~

[accio-sriracha]

Sirius: Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I own a yacht, Prongs. Not all wealthy people are yachty.

Remus: *looking up from his book* What did you just say?

Sirius: James thinks that I have to own a yacht to be rich.

Remus: No... the other part. The last word.

Sirius: Yachty?

Remus: There's no way that's a real word.

Sirius: *confidently* Look it up then, I'll bet you galleons on it.

*three hours later*

Remus: *head in his hands* *in absolute shambles* I just can't believe it's an actual fucking word.

[noblehouseofgay]

Crack fic idea

Prongsfoot getting married purely for tax benefits and then sirius meets remus and james meet Regulus and they're like "I met this cute guy" "tee hee I did too" "...." "FUCK HOW DO WE TELL THEM WE'RE MARRIED"

And then regulus gets a fucking kick out of literally stealing his brother's husband and sirius gets literal years of ex husband jokes about James and remus is just sighing watching it all happen bc why does he love these morons again

[outromoony]

Reading actual books when fanfiction exists is one of the hardest things in the world—how am I supposed to enjoy something that doesn't have Remus Lupin in it?

[potterattitude]

best Friend Sister

James: (with a big smile) So, Harry, how’s it going with that girl? You know, the one you can’t stop thinking about? Harry: (blushing) Um, it’s… Ginny. Sirius: (eyes widening) Ginny Weasley? Your best friend’s sister?! Harry: (blushing even more) Yeah, but— Sirius: (shocked) Oh shit! James: (shaking his head) Alright, moving on… Sirius: (with a mischievous grin) Well, like father, like son, huh? Harry: (looking at Sirius) But my mom isn’t your sister! Sirius: (with a playful tone) No, but I have a brother! Harry: (confused) Dad?! James: (standing up) Remus needs us! The moon is full!

[a-great-tragedy]

James: Hey Remus! What’s up? Wanna spend summer at my place?

Sirius: Nice jumper Remus!

Remus: *Internal monologue* They all hated me

[drowninkystar]

Sirius as Harry's uncle would be weirdly competitive. Even when Harry is a toddler he wouldn't let him win or baby him. He'd go full child-mode himself and race Harry 100% seriously. Obviously, he'd win everytime and poke his tongue out at him when he did. (He's just living the carefree childhood he never had)

Remus would roll his eyes everytime. 'Sirius your legs are four times as long as his...' and then Sirius would just respond in the most pelutant way 'Mind your own business Moony, this is between Harry and me'.

Harry would love it.

And bonus, Regulus as dad/uncle to Harry would also not treat Harry the way most adults treat kids. He'd speak to him in the most serious tone of voice and talk to him like he's speaking to an adult even when Harry is just a baby, because that's how his parents talked to him growing up. Unlike his parents though, he'd be the most gentle, caring person toward Harry, even when the kid misbehaves. He would NEVER EVER yell.

[kingstarkingslay]

Regulus: *texting* Hey can you pick me up I’m drunk.

Regulus: Oh you don't have to anymore. I'm home now.

Remus: Yes, I'm aware of that after dropping you off at home.

[lijeuxs]

sees big black dog: "oh my god! sirius!"

sees black cat: "oh my god! reg!"

sees stag: "oh my god! james!"

sees rat: "oh my god! peter!"

sees wolf: "oh my god! a wolf! why is there a fucking wolf?? help!?!?!?"

[p4perhug]

MARAUDERS MUGGLE ROADTRIP THROUGH EUROPE

This is a REPOST from Instagram. They deserve to be on tumblr too ✨

you can follow me there too if you want...it's p4perhug too :)

Part 5/10

Oh, to have a friendgroup like this!! 💌

And a car, more reliable than mine, to make a road trip....

#maraudersroadtrip #maraudersroadtripthrougheurope

[kathryn-maraudersversion]

Marauders/skittles quotes as things my friend group has said pt42:

Sirius: truth or dare

Remus: truth

Sirius: how many hours of sleep have you gotten in the last week

Remus: dare

Sirius: go to sleep

Remus: I no longer enjoy this game

Or

Barty: truth or dare

Regulus: truth

Barty: how many hours of sleep have you gotten in the last week

Regulus: dare

Barty: go to sleep

Regulus: I no longer enjoy this game