My Fanart Based On The Fan Fic Melodrama On Ao3!

“I was mauled by a werewolf at four”

“I was suicidal at 11”

“I was betrayed by my best friend”

“I was betrayed by the healthcare system.”

“I am unfairly discriminated against by strangers who don’t know me.”

“I am lesbian, nonbinary and disabled. I get discriminated quite a fair bit too, mate.”

“I was raised to be killed by a man I trusted.”

“I became disabled at 12 which causes me absurd amounts of pain”

“Hey, me too! Trauma bonding besties!”🤣✨😁🧚❤️🧚✨😘🥰🥰

- a conversation between a drunk Remus Lupin and myself

Remus is the kind of person who’ll say “I’m not very social” and then have a two-hour conversation with a barista about their childhood trauma.

I just want to piss. Is that too much to ask?

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

MAY THE 4th BE WITH YOU

slughorn: you’re too young to be tired, mr. lupin

remus: and you’re too old to be alive yet here we are

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

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.

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Character Movements — When They’re in Love (and Probably Don’t Want to Admit It)

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.

Amen to the rings

Sirius wears rings just to see the way Remus stares at his hands like they’re a religious experience.