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toujoursincorrect · 8 months
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Remus: *sees Sirius wearing fancy clothes*
Remus, sad: I see you have a date. Who's the lucky person?
Sirius: …
Sirius: I forgot to ask you, didn't I?
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myrows · 1 year
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I saw this and I couldn’t handle my self
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Sooo
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yourgalgremlin · 26 days
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I want a Wolfstar “tattoo reveal” fic where they reunite after years apart but REMUS is the one with a tattoo for Sirius this time.
Like Sirius keeps catching glimpses of a dark tattoo whenever Remus’ shirt rides up. He asks about it over and over and when he finally sees it it’s a big black dog that looks just like Padfoot 😭
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morph-png · 1 year
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WIP sirius black (yeah very popular band!au with pads being a lead singer and moony being a bass guitarist)
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kibalev · 8 months
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"The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you"
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Instagram
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writer-of-sorts · 1 year
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written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompts: affection + lust
The door to the broom cupboard creaked open, but the two boys didn’t even bother pulling away from each other this time.
Minerva sighed, long-suffering. This was starting to become routine.
“Mr Black, Mr Lupin, please keep it in your pants.”
But Sirius and Remus were far too busy shoving their tongues down each other’s throats to respond.
It was only when the professor cast a spell to slightly push them apart that the two boys finally broke their kiss. Flushed and panting, they both turned to look at her as they came down from their lust-driven fervour.
“Oh, come on, Minnie!” Sirius complained, “We were just getting started.”
Minerva repressed a smile, drawing her mouth into a thin line, the way she always did when the Marauders used that nickname.
“Well then,” she declared, “I’m glad I caught you two before things could… escalate.”
Remus snorted. Sirius winked at him. The couple grinned at each other, all sharp teeth and fiery affection.
Minerva’s heartstrings tugged in her chest. She knew from the moment they sat beside each other in her very first class –one boy all awkward limbs and lost eyes, the other all haughty swagger– that Sirius Black and Remus Lupin would have a love like no other.
Because their love was like a furnace, warming everything around them.
Even an old lady’s lonely heart.
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pinguinwings · 9 months
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☆▪︎•°Wolfstar☆°•*○
Kinda obsessively drawing these two lately
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sporadicmotivation · 2 months
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Marauders headcanon:
Before they got together Sirius did lots of the flirting and dropping hints. When Remus finally (finally!) caught on Sirius had to get used to a much flirtier Remus than he expected. Sirius, who’s poker face is terrible, often would be found bright red and flustered next to a smug Remus.
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hrlx23 · 4 months
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Conversations with my not girlfriend that remind me of marauders characters part. 46
Gray = Grant
Purple = Remus
~talking about Sirius in the earlier years~
(I should separate the convos with other people and my not girlfriend into different series or smth) (just know if it doesn’t say not girlfriend it’s not with her it’s someone else)
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plutomoonsworld · 1 year
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We have a storm to weather, my little sweet surrender
Why Don’t We, Fallin’ (Adrenaline)
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toujoursincorrect · 8 months
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Remus: You know what‘s funny?
Sirius: That I‘m in love with you and you still haven‘t noticed?
Remus: No, I—
Remus: WAIT, WHAT?!
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siriuslybea · 7 months
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Sirius Black was born at 3:33 A.M. and no you can't change my mind.
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yourgalgremlin · 3 months
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Sirius, putting the BABY in Babygirl:
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morph-png · 1 year
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just me drawing stars on his hand because i’m obsessed with cardigan by taylor swift
still band!au with marauders
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seven-ruins-it · 25 days
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wolfstar fantasy au:)
“I'm not dying for you.”
“Is that how the song goes now? Endless devotion to our Lord and King, except we should not die for him?” He sings idly. Remus imagines him swinging his arms, then goes back to pretending there isn’t a prince following him a few steps behind. It’s a feat. “Have they changed it since I've been away?” 
“I never sang it.” He swings his machete at a thin branch at eyelevel. This deep in the woods are thicker than he’s ever seen them, but they’ll need to pass through these parts undetected. The further out of reach from Lestrange’s watchmen’s horses the better.
“They do still make the knights sing it at supper, don't they? It's nothing like dear old dad to disturb a routine.”
Remus represses a scoff. “The king starts snoring halfway through, most days.”
“So then you do sing it.”
“I mouth the words.” 
Sirius guffaws delightedly and Remus regrets showing a slip of skin. “How charming.” He means it, too, Remus doesn't doubt it. "Do they not have an installed punishment for transgressions like those?”
Remus breathes out through his nose. Easy, now. “Flogging,” he grits out. Another branch whips to the ground.
“Ah, so you must be careful,” Sirius says airily. Remus swipes at a thin, low branch needlessly. “I myself have enjoyed thwarting duty over the years. I’ve gotten quite creative with it. Of course, I can't say I got out quite as clean as you have.”
“No?” Remus asks, mocking a conversational voice.
“Well, no, getting sent away was never part of any elaborate prank.”
“It must be the worst thing that has ever happened to you.”
Rustling leaves behind him, then silence. Minutes pass and several branches are cleared before Remus gives up and turns, jaw clenched. 
“Do you mock me?” Sirius asks, looking the part of a lost child, pouting and his torse near drowning in the shirt they’d nicked at the village. 
Remus starts walking back. “Only a man born with polished silver rattle will believe a necklace like that one,” he ticks his machete against the prince’s necklace, the one he’d refused to abandon with the rest of his clothes, poorly concealed under teal cloth “-makes him any sort of martyr.”
“Look,” Sirius levels, “I believe you’ve come to misunderstand a great many things about me. I hate the crown and all its frivolous frivolities as much as you clearly seem to, as much as any upstanding man with half a brain ought to.”
“You believe admitting selfcontempt earns you honor?”
“I am not my family,” Sirius grits out, at last having lost some of his princely levity. “Look at where we are if proof is what you seek, friend. Would true royalty wear cow’s leather boots as decayed as the meat it produced?” They’d had to buy those damn boots. Cost Remus three gold. 
“Any upstanding man would deem those boots fit for wear because they keep infection at bay. A friend, I would not dare call you even if you by all measurements proved to be such a man. You carry the crown in your blood, wherever you may go in whichever boots you so choose to be appointed.”
Sirius looks like he’s swallowed a lemon, eyes close to slits. “You remove choice from a test of merit.”
“You confuse reality with fanciful court fairytales. This is no test for you to pass, any more than this forest is a cave and monsieur Lestrange is a dragon. We are men in dire straits, one of us raised to be more of a self assuming prat than the other. That is all.”
“Well, then.” Sirius tilts his chin up, gesturing the path forward. “I should not wish to distract you from your own martyrdom.”
“Indeed you should not, seeing as it’s the only thing keeping your life,” Remus snarks before resuming his way North.
“But not to penalty of death.” A branch falls. Remus looks over his shoulder, locking eyes with the heir to his home kingdom. 
“No.” 
Sirius nods, as if it were his own choice. Like a prince is taught acquiescence. In his turn, Remus pretends he didn’t hesitate.
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writer-of-sorts · 11 months
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written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: glisten
Fuck those stupid Muggle fitness mags.
Remus never should have introduced them to Sirius. Because now, every evening while James is off doing Head Boy duties and Peter is off doing Remedial Charms, Remus finds himself alone with Sirius. A very toned, very sweaty Sirius, who insists on going through his entire workout in nothing but tiny gym shorts.
Which would have been fine, really, if Sirius didn’t also insist that Remus sit on his back every time he did push-ups.
Now Remus sits, arms crossed and face flushed, watching the bare muscles of Sirius’ broad shoulders tighten and loosen with each rise and fall of his glistening body.
Bless those lovely Muggle fitness mags.
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