Peter is me and I am Peter
peter: to be fair, i'd probably bang mickey mouse
remus: EXCUSE ME WHAT
sirius: literally who the fuck asked
james: i get the rat/mouse part, but... he's a fictional character, mate
peter: yeah, and so are you
james: what is that supposed to mean???
peter: *looks directly at camera* nothing
:)
James: Moony yk what I just realised? If Regulus married me, Sirius would officially be my brother-in-law. And when you marry Sirius we'd be some form of brother-in-laws too! We'd all finally be officially related!!!
Remus: Wait, yeah..Merlin, that'd actually be aces!! So then, if one of us winds up in Mungo's again, we won't have to argue to see them- we can just barge right in because we're officially family!
James: That's so fucking morbid. Moony, how did you even get there?
Sirius & Regulus, watching them from the shadows, unnoticed:
Regulus: So Remus actually has no idea about the ring you've been carrying around for more than 2 months, I presume?
Sirius, gazing fondly at Remus: *sighs* Yeah, no, I haven't asked yet nor has he found ou-... Wait, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE RING??
slughorn: you’re too young to be tired, mr. lupin
remus: and you’re too old to be alive yet here we are
NEW FIC!
‘Strictly romancing’
First chapter
Wolfstar
My_Leige123
POV: the gremlin next to you is doing some friendly scetching…
Lily would try and go to St Mungos on the claim of insanity after realizing she liked James
what non-jily fans don't understand about lily realising she has feelings for james is that the whole deal was NOT cute. lily was screaming and trying to jump from the astronomy tower from the embarrassment while mary and dorcas tackled her down and marlene was pissing her ass off in the background. THAT is jily
It really, really did. At one point the doctor came up to Sirius to make sure he was not having a panic attack.
Close, but not quite. It was a gay crisis.
peter, filing in paperwork for Sirius at the hospital bc he has a broken arm: okay so who do you want as your emergency contact?
sirius: uh, remus, i guess
peter: okay… “relationship to the contact”, ohhh boy this could take a while
sirius:
My favorite headcannon- Remus: Casanova of griffindor tower
I love all the hcs about remus being unconventionally attractive, but I'm also such a sucker for those where he's just insanely and objectively gorgeous
like yeah, he be worrying about the fact that everybody stares at him bc of his scars or bc they suspect of him being a werewolf or whatever, but actually they're all just dying inside over how he's a freakishly hot welsh boy with sandy-colored hair, hazel eyes and the dirtiest mouth they've ever seen
Wolfstar is so funny because Sirius really said Remus was beautiful in his wolf form, and Remus still thought Sirius was breathtaking after 12 years in prison, looking ragged and not having had a shower in over a decade.
I’m adding this 😭😭
Love doesn’t just blush and flutter. It aches. It stumbles. It leaks through the cracks, even when a character is trying to play it cool. Here’s what love looks like when it’s happening in the body before the character’s brave enough to say it.
╰ They lean in—and don’t realize it.
It’s instinct. Subconscious. Like their body is quietly screaming, closer. A slow drift during conversation. A head tilted slightly too far. A step forward they don’t take back.
╰ They can’t quite make eye contact—but they can’t stop looking.
They glance. Look away. Glance again. Maybe their gaze drops to the mouth. Maybe it hovers on the hands. Eye contact is too dangerous, it sees too much, but looking away entirely? Impossible.
╰ They fidget in specific, revealing ways.
Tugging sleeves. Adjusting jewelry. Touching their mouth when the other person talks. These aren’t nervous tics, they’re little release valves for all the don’t-say-it-don’t-feel-it energy.
╰ They mirror the other person.
Their gestures sync. Their laughs overlap. They cross their arms a beat after the other person does, and don’t even notice. Their body’s doing the bonding for them.
╰ They hover instead of touching.
The space between two people in love-but-not-there-yet is holy. Brushing hands. Shared drinks. Standing so close their shoulders almost touch, but never quite. Like if they make contact, it’s game over.