My Loves

Happy birthday, Remus :3

saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

Sirius: Moony, if you had to describe me in one word, what would it be?

Remus: Annoying.

Sirius: Okay, rude. Try again.

Remus: Infuriating. Ridiculous

Sirius, pouting: Moony—

Remus, kissing the tip of his nose: Fine. Mine.

Sirius, immediately flustered: Oh.

Just a quick sketch because I desperately needed this ❤️

i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane

*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.

My Wolfstar is so extremely obsessed with each other nobody understands. Nobody “fell first” or “fell harder” they fell just as fast and just as hard, simultaneously like two idiots tripping over the same rock. It’s not only love but mutual insanity. They’re so obsessed with one another it’s embarrassing and maybe even a little concerning.

s. o. b.

im a sucker for those eyes omg

anyway i did spend more time downloading the image than drawing it lmao

sketch & more versions under the cut!

anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful

reblog if people r allowed to send u asks as if theyre ur friend. wanna tell me how ur day went? do it!!! ask me for advice? sure! ask a personal question? go right on ahead!

Countdown - 430 words

Got inspired and wrote a little something for @wolfstarmicrofic! CW: (mild) internalized acephobia

11:52pm

Remus is panicking, just a bit. 

Maybe more than a bit.

He’s been dating Sirius for eight months, a relationship record for Remus. Embarrassingly long-held feelings for Sirius aside, Remus has never met anyone who was okay with the lack of kissing and sex that dating him entailed. Sirius has been nothing but accepting and even loving; he says he’s fine with not having sex, not kissing on the mouth, even with Remus not sleeping in the same bed some nights.

But Remus can’t stop thinking about New Year’s traditions, and expectations.

The whole kissing thing is just…gross. He can’t. He won’t. And a corner of his brain is adamant that Sirius wouldn’t want him to if he didn’t want to anyways.

11:56pm

James and Sirius rush in from the kitchen, balancing glasses of champagne. James joins Lily and Peter on the floor while Sirius nestles into Remus’s side on the couch, nudging their glasses into his hands. He wraps Remus up in his warm, strong arms and Remus relaxes, feeling the anxiety brewing in his chest lose a bit of its fizz.

“Hi, my Moony. What’s going on in that silly head of yours?”

Remus sighs. “I just, just—you know I can’t kiss you at midnight right? I can’t, it’s…icky and it makes me feel bad and it’s not fair for you to miss out because of me, you’re supposed to kiss the person you want to spend the year with and I can’t—”

Sirius squeezes him tighter, rocks him just a little. “Shh, baby. It’s okay.” His mouth is right by Remus’s ear, voice hardly above a whisper. “You’re being silly. I don’t need a kiss, I just need the year with you.”

Remus tips his head back to look at Sirius. “Promise?”

Sirius smiles at him fondly. “Promise.”

11:59pm

“Guys! It’s 11:59!” shouts Lily. Everyone leaps up and piles onto the couch, Sirius squishing even closer to Remus to make room for all five of them. Lily ends up on James’s lap.

When the countdown begins, they scream along, and when the clock turns to midnight they all cheer. Sirius leans in and presses his cheek against Remus’s with a satisfied sigh. “Happy New Year, Moons.”

Warmth creeps into his cheeks, and Remus is sure Sirius can feel it. They stay there until Remus has gathered the courage to turn to his boyfriend and gently kiss the top of his head. “Happy New Year, Pads.” Sirius looks up at him with a sleepy smile on his face, and Remus smiles back.