Remus Has Full Body Chronic Pain, Keeps Dislocating His Hip And Shoulders, Uses A Forearm Crutch, Has

You couldn’t even pry post-Azkaban Wolfstar from my cold, dead body. They’re SO important to me. So broken and alone for so damn long and they need each other but they hate each other and themselves but they never really stopped having love for each other even when it killed them because of all the betrayal and all of those years apart. When Sirius is at his lowest and Remus is there and they both can start to pick up all the little pieces but they’re also able to cherish all of the broken bits anyway.

First chapter of my new fic is up now!!

Featuring Remus who is…

Extremely pathetic

A university student

Asexual

Chronically ill

And Sirius who is…

Really quite gorgeous

A Businessman™️

An artist

Way too sweet and way too good at flirting (at least, if you ask Remus)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63646900

Moony🌙✨

i think it would be sirius' personal mission to make remus look less like one strong gust of wind could finish him off. which means sirius always made a point of sitting next to remus during meals in the great hall. remus would often pick at his food because his appetite was ruined by the toll of his monthly transformations. sirius would pile remus’s plate high with everything he thought the boy needed—roast chicken, mashed potatoes, treacle tart, you name it, it's on remus' plate, and then threaten (affectionately) to feed him himself if he didn't start getting on with it. james would 100% back him at this endeavour as a certifiably insane mother hen ♡

sirius: we NEED to put some meat on all those bones! i can almost see through you!

remus: it sounds like you're trying to fatten me up like a sacrificial lamb, black *shoves some more mashed potatoes in his mouth*

Established Wolfstar fluff thought of the day (modern au)

Sirius Black looks all menacing in public with his long black coat and model-walk energy. And his ice-cold expression, silver eyes, sharp cheekbones and messy curls looking intimidating and unearthly beautiful. Very, very unapproachable.

But the moment Sirius spots his husband, Remus, his eyes light up, runs full speed like an overgrown puppy with a child like grin and wraps Remus in his arms with forehead kisses and nuzzles into his shoulder like he’s home.

And one day, Remus secretly records it.

Because Sirius Black might be terrifying to the world, but to Remus, he’s just the softest most goofiest love of his life.

I do think people should embrace blurring the line between strong platonic and romantic love. I think time spent with loved ones these days is time well spent.

sometimes i need to remind myself that i'm writing fanfiction for free and i'm allowed to have a shitty sentence or two

They’re so clingy

the whomping willow is so real for beating people up just to keep remus lupin safe

Remus has always convinced himself he just prefers to be alone. That’s why he gets overwhelmed in parties or feels so small in crowded rooms. That’s why he has gotten used to spending time on his own instead of forcing himself to interact with people.

That is, until Sirius Black appears in his life, and his “alone time” means never being alone again.

Because, as he calmly reads a book, his hand will find its way to a cascade of dark curls and he will enjoy a soft, familiar humming as background music.

As he goes for a walk, he will share one of his headphones with a warm presence next to him and he will blush every time his hand brushes long, cold fingers, and his pinkie intertwines with his other half.

As he needs to cry, gentle arms will wrap around him and a firm caress on his back will remind him he is safe, home.

Next to Sirius, he learns company can be loud, chaotic and exhilarating, but it can also be sweet whispers, a comforting but shared silence and the constant reminder that he, Remus Lupin, can be loved the way he is.