Wolfstar Headcanon

More shitty wolfstar cuddles because i need the seretonin

Death eater: I’m gonna kill you.

Sirius: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Death eater: I’m gonna kill Remus.

Sirius: (ง'̀-‘́)ง

Prisoner of Azkaban is my comfort book, but i can’t stand JK Rowling so i simply headcanon that Remus and Sirius dated during school and never fell out of love.

Do you pronounce it as “The real Slytherin hero who deserved better” or “Regulus Black”? ✨

Ok, but this just radiates Remus as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor energy...

I’m really attached to the Andrew Garfield fancast and can't picture anyone else as Remus by now

When Regulus gets Sorted into Slytherin and officially ripped away from his older brother, Sirius takes the loss hard, not quite used to the radio silence or seeing his brother on the opposite side of the battlefield. He misses talking to his little brother, so he hatches a brilliant idea. He marches up to Regulus one afternoon, face contorted in anger, and yells, comment allez vous? Tu me manques! Regulus’ eyebrows furrow in confusion as Sirius stares at him, waiting for an answer, and then he understands. Je vais bien. Tu me manques aussi! Their loud voices draw a crowd, students only too excited to see the Black Brothers fighting, unaware that they’re really just confessing how much they miss each other. It’s a clever code that allows them to speak on occasion, just enough for Sirius to know that his little brother still loves him, that he hasn’t lost him quite yet.

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

twelve years in hell for the sin of loving a killer

a little comic i made last month about remus reacting to betrayal in 1981 more under the cut!

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Remus tells Sirius he loves him at least a hundred times a day, hoping that, eventually, Sirius will allow himself to feel like he can be loved. It was difficult, at first, seeing his eyes well up every time those three words left Remus’ mouth, the wave of doubt washing over him, but now, the tears are gone, and in their place, rosy cheeks and a shrewd grin. I love you, but that’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. I’m going to the library, love you. Don’t be silly, you know I love you. The final I love you comes at night, when the boys are laying together in bed, legs tangled together and heads sharing the same pillow. I can’t give you all the love you deserve, but we’ll start with this. I love you, Remus whispers, pulling Sirius in close and kissing him softly.

Sylvia Plath, from Unpublished Poems; “Barren Woman”

Text ID: The moon lays a hand on my forehead,

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.