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Regulus: I'm trans and a guy actu-
James: I like u
Regulus: What...? While the feelings are mutual, why would you tell me that rn?
James: I've actually liked you since first year, but Sirius told me to stay from his little sister so...you're not his little sister anymore ! :)
Regulus:....
Regulus: Ok then
"What do you want for your birthday, Prongslet?" Sirius asked, bouncing Harry on his knee. "A broom? A baby hippogriff? I know a guy. Don't tell your mum."
Harry looked thoughtful. He tapped his chin. "I want a wedding."
Sirius choked on air. "A... a wedding? You're five. You can't get married."
"Not me," Harry scoffed. He poked Sirius in the chest. "You."
"Me? Who am I marrying?"
Harry sighed, a long, suffering sound.
"You and Moony," Harry said like it was obvious. "Cake. Dancing. And you stop sleeping on the sofa."
"We're just friends, Harry," Sirius tried weakly.
Harry gave him a look of withering pity. "Uncle Padfoot. You eat off his fork. You pick the onions out of his soup. You steal his jumpers. You turn into a dog just so he’ll scratch your ears. You are not friends. You are... codependent."
Sirius’s jaw dropped. "Where did you learn that word?"
"Mummy calls you that," Harry shrugged. "Get married. I want cake."
wolfstar are 100% the type of couple who'd be pining for like 17-20 years, be in a relationship for like 3 months and then they'd straight up get eloped.
Do yall ever think about how Regulus is Sirius's baby?
Like yeah, sure, that's his baby brother but thats also actually his baby.
Sirius is the one who remembers Regulus's first word. He saw Regulus's first steps. He taught Regulus to brush his teeth and was always the one to tuck him into bed. He knew the name off all of Regulus's stuffed animals, knew the order they went on the bed in, and knew which was Regulus's favorite.
Like...guys that's his baby and no one can convince me otherwise.
Remus would write on the cigarettes he would give to Sirius
Candles • word count: 494
“Say something,” Sirius whispered, so softly the words trembled against Remus’ bare shoulder, his lips tracing a familiar scar he had mapped and memorized years before.
Remus’ breathing rose and fell steadily, yet… he offered no reply.
The candles had burnt low, three hours remained till dawn. They lay in the middle of his bed, tangled in sheets.
Sirius’ hand tightened around his waist. “Please.”
At last, Remus’ calloused fingers lifted to cover Sirius’ hand, drawing it from his waist to his own chest, holding it there. Right over his heartbeat…until Sirius was pressed fully to his back.
Sirius felt the faint tremor in Remus’ breath before he spoke. “Nothing I say will change our fates, Your Highness.”
Sirius stiffened. “Your Highness? You have not addressed me as such in years, not since we were sixteen… at least not within these chambers.”
Remus exhaled deeply, his voice breaking. “I must begin the practice now, must I not? After all, a captain ought not call his prince… his lover.”
There was no bitterness in his voice… only a sorrow that settled heavy into Sirius’ chest.
Sirius swallowed. “Will you not even look at me?”
Remus’ grip on their joined hands tightened. He could never disobey Sirius… he had never even tried to. Not when they were boys training with wooden swords, or learning to fly their dragons. Not when their lips had first met in these very chambers and not in the years since. Slowly, he turned to face his prince.
“Sirius…” he breathed, warm tear filled eyes catching the glint of candle light. “In fourteen hours you will be wed. And I…” His voice faltered. “I shall stand aside and watch you become another’s.”
“Never another’s, only yours.” Sirius whispered fiercely, apology and desperation crowding his tongue. Their gaze met, tears gleaming, neither willing to fall first.
Then Remus kissed him.
It was not sexual…that hunger had been quieted hours before. No, this was a kiss made entirely of aching devotion.
A kiss made of every moment that had led up to this.
The slow, unsure kiss at sixteen. Thank the Gods I found you kiss at eighteen. A sneaked I would die by your side kiss in a war tent at nineteen. A desperate I thought I lost you kiss at twenty. Gentle languid kisses with smiles in-between at twenty-one. I cannot imagine a life without you kiss at twenty-two.
And now at twenty-three an unsaid… I don’t know how to let you go.
Tears mingled on their lips, foreheads pressed together between each brief parting. Every touch pleaded for time to slow, for the night to stretch out and make dawn forget its duty, for the world to grant them a hundred stolen lifetimes in these fleeting hours.
The rising light crept across the floorboards. Remus kissed him still.
“Run away with me,” Sirius murmured against his mouth, lips soft, voice raw. “My captain. My heart. My life.”
And he felt Remus’ smile against his lips.
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(December 9, 2025)
Called it! So many haters jumped on this train and made themselves look like utter fools. Media literacy is dead.
Sirius doesn't own a lighter, not because he doesn't smoke, but cause he wants to lean close to remus and wait for him to light his cigarette
james bleeding out in regulus’ arms and cracking a joke so the last thing he hears is regulus laughing
does everyone using “was i scary? / no, you were beautiful” to describe mike seeing will get his powers know that that line is from a wolfstar fanfic… like this is my worlds colliding
