I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good. The Marauders, Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot And Prongs.

Yes, Andrew Garfield as young Remus Lupin is my religion.

One summer, Remus returns home from the farmer’s market to find a large black dog sitting by his front door, basking in the afternoon sun. When it hears his footsteps, the dog raises its head and jumps to its feet, tail wagging and tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Remus rushes forward, pulling the dog into a warm embrace. What the hell are you doing here? The dog only whines, his jowls undeniably smiling.

Remus tells his parents that the dog must be a stray and that he can’t possibly leave him to bake in the summer heat, so he brings the dog inside and up to his room. Before he can even shut the door, there’s a very handsome boy standing behind him, arms snaking around his waist and pulling him towards the bed. Sirius’ fingers rake through Remus’ hair, tracing the scars over his cheeks. Couldn’t wait to see you, Moony.

Me: :(

*Ben Barnes talking on instagram live about being the fancast of Sirius Black*

Me: :')

The Darkness wept || 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴

Summary: Sirius spends the Christmas break at Grimmauld Place 12 and he has to learn that the lives of the ones he loves are in danger.

Warnings: hints of homophobia, physical abuse & slurs

A/N: It’s a little bit angsty, but i hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcome btw.

Sirius walks over to the window and reflects on his cold surroundings. He has always hated Grimmauld Place 12 with its damaged, suffocating darkness. It’s a place that encourages his tendency to feel sad and all what is waiting for him now, is the torture of the holidays. What was the point of keeping his promise to his father to stay over Christmas anyway? Sirius would have never agreed to this, but his father always leaves a terrifying impression on him. His face is filled with fury, the desire to be with James and the rest of his friends growing. He can remember them clearly. Their voices and faces never leaving his head. Suddenly, his line of thoughts are interrupted, when his mother, Walburga Black appears in the dark doorway, dressed in a beaded black evening gown. "I see you’re back," she says, in a tight-fisted tone. Sirius represses the desire to laugh. "Unfortunately," he answers.

"Don’t your so-called friends want you anymore?" A tiny, satisfied grin marks her face. "You know nothing about me or any of my friends," he shots back.

Her eyes stay fixed on him. "You haven't heard it yet, have you? I haven't told Regulus either, but i wanted to let you know first." Sirius' mouth is set in a thin line, his expression grim. "There were deadly attacks on mudbloods and half-breeds, which seem to be increasing at every minute," she says, almost satisfied, as she eyes him curiously. Sirius balls his hands into fists. "What the hell are you talking about?" He feels sick to his stomach, feeling like he might throw up. "It’s true," she declares viciously. He never felt more hate towards her than in this moment. If he could, he would wipe that condescending look off her face. "Mudbloods and bloodtraitors, filth and stains of dishonor. It had long been necessary." His head is pounding. It couldn’t be true. Remus and Lily. Whatever it takes, he would make sure, they’re safe from any hurt, harm or danger. He knows that this world is not safe for Remus. Twice he put his life in danger, to protect him and he’ll not hesitate, when the deatheaters will go to find him. He can’t afford to lose him. Sirius narrows his eyes at Walburga, but says nothing. He can feel her tense up in front of him.

"You won’t be seeing that half-breed werewolf anymore. What’s his name? Remus?"

Sirius freezes, his breathing shallow. Slowly, he turns to face his mother. "How do you know about that?" he asks harshly. Walburga looks carelessly at her nails before answering. "Regulus was always more observant and clever than you ever gave him credit for." To hell with them all, Sirius thinks. His brother and his stupid views. He adopted them so quickly. What a bunch of crap they all are. "You either stop seeing that filthy boy or he’s as good as dead." Sirius looks her right in the eyes, giving her that stare. The Black men always had a stare that made you either love then or fear them. "You wouldn’t dare," he says.

"Oh, i would," she spats. "Deep down, you've always been like the rest of us."

"I’m nothing like you. I’m what you made me!" he blares out. "If anything happens to Remus, i’ll destroy everything in this house and then myself." Sirius feels ice flood in his veins. She stares at him, wide-eyed. "Don’t tell me, you really care that much for that filth of a boy?” His fists ball at his sides, nails pressing into his palms. "He’s my friend and i love h-" he blurts out, voice trembling a little. Sirius regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth.

"Love him!" she erupts in laughter. "Absolutely horrendous. There’s no such thing as love!" she declares in pure disgust.

His mother is furious, her rage filling the room and instinctively, Sirius takes a few steps backwards. "Pathetic," she bellows. "You brought shame on this family. Tell me... is he your boyfriend?" He’s trembling, a familiar feeling rising up inside of him, something burning in his throat.

"We’re just friends - "

Walburga clenches her jaw. The room is silent. She takes a few steps forward and fists his collar. He tries to pull away, but she doesn’t let go. "If you ever go near that boy again, if you try to talk to him, i’m going to tear you apart." Sirius goes pale, shaking. "You know i can’t do that." He’s incredulous that she’s actually threatening him. That she’s trying to break him and Remus apart. She doesn’t threaten him very often anymore, but she always has a knack for it.

Her dark and possessive eyes are fixed on him. Sirius breathes hard, chest heavy. He hated his mother all his life, the things she has put him through are unthinkable, but the unreasonable part of him still loves her, seeks her approval. She laughs, confident he won't do a damn thing. Digging her nails into his collar, she throws him up against the wall. Everything feels numb. Sirius can feel his eyes burning and his hands fly up to his head. He bites his lip to stifle a scream, as a shooting pain strikes his head.

"Sirius, don't be stupid" she says in a flat voice. "You should have known, that i’m only her to warn you."

"I hate you so much" he spits out.

"Your brother told me about the things you have going on with that boy. You’re gonna leave him alone. I don’t want any mudblood close to you." He chuckles, loudly. "No, i’m not." His mother looks him in the eye, "I wasn't asking, Sirius."

"I'm not gonna leave him alone, that's final."

"Clearly you are having trouble understanding me. You are not to speak or be with him ever again. If i know you’ve been in contact with him, or anyone else of your so-called friends, i’ll take care of it and they’ll all be dead, you ungrateful brat."

He never felt so weak and powerless before. And the whole time, his mind keeps wandering back to Remus. "Get the fuck out. Get the fuck out, now!" she yells. Grabbing his arms, pulling him harshly and watching him struggle to get up. Sirius’ ears are ringing. "Mother." He suddenly hears the all too familiar voice of his brother. "Let him go, you'll hurt him." Regulus attempts to pull him away, but Sirius shoves him away. "Don’t you dare touch me", he growls. There are tears forming in his eyes, desperately holding back the urge to cry, as he stumbles away. Looking at his mother with terror in his eyes, he leaves the room and slams the door.

Nothing in the world could calm Sirius's nerves tonight.

Whenever Remus felt self-conscious about his scars, Sirius took his face between his hands and lightly kissed each one. as he did so, he whispered, “I love every single scar. I love you, i’m here and i’m not going anywhere.”

Sirius: I need a moment to collect myself after Remus John Lupin does anything.

can you turn the prompt 'he studies his scars in the mirror' into a wolfstar one shot? if you feel like taking prompts at some stage xxx

hi! yeah of course! i’m more than willing to do that. <3

so, for now i have this rule where i only write brief one shots with 600-1k words. it's short but sweet, i suppose. i hope you like it.

Warnings:

light angst, mentions of scars

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The Star’s Soul ||  𝖂𝖔𝖑𝖋𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗

Remus has never liked his scars. They make him feel on edge. A constant reminder of his imprisonment. His torture. Sometimes the only thing he wants is to kill the creature that lurks inside of him.

He studies his scars in the mirror. His fragile body pale and nimble. Trembling all over. He can’t remember it all, but last night’s full moon was rough. He distantly recalls the feeling of his bruised, cut feet and Sirius' warm figure carrying his nude body along the woods.

"My beautiful Moony." Remus flinches at the choice of words, as he takes a moment to admire Sirius’ reflection appearing in the mirror. The nickname always reminds him of the unbearable pain, he so desperately wishes he could forget. Sirius’ gaze lingers over his bare arms and chest, pupils dilating and flickering over the scars. It lefts him feeling self conscious and a tiny part at the back of his head demands to move his body out of sight, but his body refuses to obey to his frantic thoughts.

"You're marvelous to my eyes," Sirius whispers, cloud like voice, softly wrapping around Remus’ senses. He lowers his eyes, his fingers running gently over one of his most recent scars, which hasn’t quite healed yet. Remus hasn’t said anything yet, but his chest feels too heavy and he holds onto his heart, instead of giving it to Sirius.

"I know what you’re thinking about. It’s alright, Remus. There’s nothing wrong about you." He can’t find it in him to fill the space with words. It’s not like he could, even if he wanted to. Remus takes a deep breath and slowly spins around to face his love. He stares into Sirius' dark eyes and exhales long and slow, nodding.

The level of intimacy they share in their glances is mesmerizing. Sirius is speaking with his eyes to express his love. Nothing is left unsaid. He brushes Remus’ cheek with his thumb and reaches for bandages, placing them on each of his scars carefully. With a little frown, causing a crease between his brows, he places a kiss beside one of the bandages.

Remus’ whole body reacts to it alongside a small, shaky sigh lost in his breath. Letting his gaze wander, Sirius places a few more kisses and lifts his gaze with a questioning look. "Does it feel better?"

"Yes..." Remus says quietly, almost like a whisper. He smiles slightly. A small but genuine smile. He lifts his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Sirius’ ear and then his thumb strokes his temple, while his remaining fingers gently ease into his hair. “Why is it always you who can make me feel these things?” he asks, voice heavy.

Sirius instinctively leans into his touch with a tiny grin on his face. Remus’ heart flutters slightly at how close there are now. “I could ask you the same question,” he replies softly and lets out a small, shaky breath as well, his hand threading into Remus’ hair and running through it gently.

He never experiences love, safety and happiness as much as he does with Sirius. How could he worry about his scars, when he has the biggest blessing of his life right in front of him? And when Sirius kisses him, the whole world dials down to just their little bubble, where it’s just safety, warmth and love.

"I love you," Sirius says, the words slipping past his lips like a prayer, whispered into the space between their mouths. A tiny whimper escaping Remus as Sirius kisses him again. Again and again.

It’s as though they’re minted love itself. His heart slams against his lungs as Sirius’ eyes penetrate his soul. He touches him like he’s the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on. Remus has never been more in love. Never known a soul like his. Sirius is what his soul knows and they’ll always meet for a love, that has never been more certain.

Sirius is the one

who heals him -

who makes his scars

feel beautiful.

Characters from the Marauders era as Taylor Swift albums

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧!! ♡

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Sirius Black is Reputation 100 %. This album just radiates his badass and confident energy.

James Potter is Lover. This album radiates positive energy, good vibes and just makes you want to smile and dance. It fits his bubbly personality.

Remus Lupin is Folklore. No questions asked. august and invisible string are literally about him and Sirius. He would also absorb the cottagecore/dark academia aesthetic of this album.

Marlene McKinnon is Fearless. That was an easy one bc she’s literally this strong, fearless character and her and Dorcas deserved a love story moment.

Lily Evans/Potter is 1989. She would love this album and bop to Shake it Off in the common room. New Romantics also gives off major Jily vibes.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ♡

i face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. — r.a.b.