when james and regulus get married, they donāt tell anyone.
theyāre both rich and pretentious and a bit snobby, so everyone expects them to have a massively expensive and well-planned ceremony. and initially, thatās what they were going to do.
and then one night theyāre lying in bed together, and james turns over and says āletās get married in the morningā and regulus, without missing a beat, says āokay.ā
they get dressed up and head to the courthouse, recite their vows in a private room and sign the necessary papers, and then they go home. they cook and drink wine and have their first dance in their kitchen, illuminated by the golden glow of the setting sun, and itās all perfect.
itās all they need, and they donāt have to wait any longer for their forever.
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Until one day he'd been standing with James and Peter, in the hallway. James had said something, Sirius can't even remember what. But he'd laughed. One of those big laughs. The type that fills your belly. That makes you cry. And when he'd looked up, he'd found Remus's eyes on him.
*Oh.*
That was something.
That was world altering.
The atoms in his body rearranged themselves under Remus's eyes. They needed. Needed. Needed him.
He'd asked Remus, several years later, what had made him look, since it couldn't have been the noise. And he'd only shrugged and said:
"Your laugh is so bright. It's impossible not to notice it. Like not noticing the sun is in the sky."
Kill your darlings by @sophsicle
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I understand if youāre too busy to answer this or donāt want to, but i was wondering if you wouldnāt mind telling us some of your non-explicit headcanons or just some traits you think wolfstar have in general? Your explicit ones are sososo hot but today I'm feeling low and need some comforting. Yiur blog is just a safe space for me but I totally understand if not! I love your work <3 all my love x
There are so many nondescript hcās I have that this has the potential to turn into a formal essay with cited sources, so Iāll go for more of a generalised dump of info I have for each in a hope that it lifts some of your fog Anon. Maybe bullet pointed because itāll be easier to read than my usual untidy form of communication. Hope you feel lighter soon.
Sirius
ā¢ will lick a yoghurt pot if thereās no clean spoons. Thereās the option to go for fruit instead, but he wants the yoghurt and by god he will get his yoghurt
ā¢ is a fucking terrible driver, gives Remus and any passenger white knuckles due to speed issues and not using a lower gear when taking corners
ā¢ is however, in complete control when on a motorcycle; very hot, very controlled and will take his passengerās safety very seriously
ā¢ professionally trained in ballroom and ballet, the latter which he is sometimes mocked in jest for, even by Remus, until he one time caught him stretching elegantly on the floor one morning with his upper body laid flat between long, toned, wide spread legs, āmorning moonyā, a healthy blush on his cheeks
ā¢ private crier, doesnāt cry easily
ā¢ goes quiet when angry as an initial defence but it doesnāt take long for him to start dropping breadcrumbs of sarcastic comments; can also be snobby and bratty, perhaps sometimes will get nasty and direct (bringing up things he shouldnāt to score points in the heat of the moment)
ā¢ suffers immeasurable guilt (helped by the point above) but is always masking a weighted feeling of guilt no matter what heās doing, so much so itās manifested into quite a serious anxiety problem in the wrong crowds
ā¢ he fidgets a lot, not in a chaotic way, just always has to have his fingers busy with something
ā¢ likes the smell of gasoline
ā¢ once had to talk himself down from throwing a child in a dustbin
ā¢ loves the colour red; blood red and cherry red to be precise but secretly loves dark blue even more because itās what looks most handsome on Remus despite him not wearing it often
ā¢ sighs a lot
ā¢ pretended he couldnāt speak English to get away with jumping a queue
ā¢ hates the smell and taste of liquorice (unless heavily strawberry/cherry/raspberry flavoured)
ā¢ on one particular messy night out he got so impatient waiting at the bar, he reached over and grabbed a discarded bottle of alcohol the server had left open and swigged it
ā¢ digs his nails into his skin when anxious and is often reminded to relax the tension in his joints
ā¢ stargazes often
ā¢ once linked his pinky finger with Remus and asked him to pinky promise not to tell anyone what he was about to tell him, since which a tradition of trust was born where Remus will offer his pinky or the last two fingers for Sirius to hold or squeeze when heās feeling unsure in public, or in any situation where verbal reassurance isnāt appropriate
ā¢ gets a weird thrill at the sound of cork popping from a bottle
Remus
ā¢ collects beer mats and keeps them in a drawer, thinks about making them into a display
ā¢ got tired of kids playing ball against the wall of his place (after repeat offences and him asking very nicely for them to stop) one day so went out, retrieved the ball and threw it so hard against of the cars it set the alarm off
ā¢ owner of said car came running out the house and Remus blamed it on the children. Never had the same issue again
ā¢ has a wildly sweet tooth and will always drop one or two packets of sugar into any warm beverage
ā¢ stares into space and gets involuntarily caught on someoneās face one too many times which makes them uncomfortable from the āDeath Stareā phenomenon when in reality, heās lost in lala land
ā¢ can cook, is actually a proficient cook, but will not cook for anyone but Sirius, James or Lily
ā¢ will crack his knuckles, wrists and neck absentmindedly, all of which makes his company squirm because itās often very loud and āpop-pyā but Sirius fucking loves it
ā¢ stays very calm during an argument but can shout louder than most and when he does, ears ring from the silence that follows
ā¢ prefers tea over coffee
ā¢ will eat liquorice any time he wants to piss Sirius off
ā¢ cries more than Sirius, but still a private crier
ā¢ always has to be the old boot in Monopoly
ā¢ loves words that are vowel heavy or double voweled because those are the ones where the scraps of Siriusā lost French accent surface the most
ā¢ has a gentle touch, is aware of his size and nature of his lycanthropy, therefore always somewhat reserved
ā¢ loves socks, has a collection of ādad socksā
ā¢ has the messiest writing out of all the Marauders but loves handwritten things, owns three very different fountain pens for very different purposes
ā¢ is polite, but as heās aged doesnāt tend to āfake smileā a lot, feeling no need to fill uncomfortable silences for the sake of others
ā¢ has a chair he favours and often dozes off in it. Most of the time waking up to Sirius on top of him
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