Wolfstar Oneshots

Protective

T/W: Homophobia and toxic masculinity.

*Remus POV*

I sat on the floor of the dorm, holding a crying Padfoot on my lap. When suddenly, James comes rushing through the door.

*James POV*

"Hey, guys! Guess what?" I asked excitedly, before I saw Padfoot crying on the floor in Remus' lap.

I quickly change into protective sibling mode, "What's wrong? Who hurt you? Who do I need to beat up?" I questioned, preparing to fight by putting out my fists like a boxer.

"It's just some jerk who told Sirius he can't wear makeup and skirts because he's a boy," Remus answered, continuing to trace circles onto Padfoot's back with his finger to comfort the smaller boy.

"Where is the little punk? I'll teach him a lesson!" I demanded, fuming with anger. "It's not worth your time," Sirius commented, lifting his head off of Remus' shoulder.

"It is totally worth my time! You are worth my time Padfoot!" I argue.

"Exactly. Padfoot is worth your time, not some stupid bully, Plus, we don't even know who it was," Remus pointed out.

"Probably Snivellus," I muttered to myself.

*Time skip*

*Remus POV*

As I walked to class a week after the incident, I ran into Sirius' bully. Before I could've processed what I was doing, I hurried over to where the bully was standing.

"Hey, you!" I hollered.

The kid looked to his friends before replying, "Who? Me?" he asked.

"Yeah, you!" I yelled, storming over to him.

"What do you want?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"Someone reported that you were making fun of another student for wearing eyeliner," I interrogated, trying to remain mature and confident.

"Another student, he's probably the freaks' little pal," he joked to his friend. "Look, I just want you to know that I'm a Prefect and it's my duty to tell you that this behavior is not tolerated on Hogwarts grounds," I informed the group, trying to remain calm.

"He said duty!" The bully chuckled.

"Wow, I didn't know I was dealing with a group of toddlers," I finally teased back. "You're good. Anyways, I was just looking out for a 'fellow student'. He painted his nails and everything. He's never going to get a girl looking like that," he chuckled, moving closer to me.

"That's very nice of you, but have you ever considered the fact he might like boys?" I sass, moving back.

"You're probably right. He probably is a little freak" he said, trying to corner me. "Okay, that's it. I have to get to class. But I can't wait to see you all in McGonagall's office for detention later," I break.

"What? You can't do that! Why do you care anyway?" He yelled, angrily.

"If you didn't want detention, you shouldn't have been a jerk. It's really not that hard. As for why I care, I'm the 'freaks' boyfriend and he can express himself however he wants," I replied, before flipping him a freshly painted birdie and walking away.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Just thought of this idea when I heard my sister crying and I said exactly what James said: "What's wrong? Who hurt you? Who do I need to beat up?". Anyways, see you next time lovelies.