sirius 🪽

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ to ache is to be alive

[canismajors-heart]

«momento mori ergo carpe diem»

making an intro so i’m not JUST shit posting

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hi hello! i’m sirius (deadass.) , he/they, the BIGGEST wolfstar kin ever.

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current top fandoms: marauders, heated rivalry, iwtv, criminal minds

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current top ships: wolfstar, rosekiller, bitchkiller, prongsfoot (are we sensing a theme)

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fave music artists: conan gray, queen, bowie, erin lecount, pixie mccann, chloe slater, crysometimes, alessi rose, deyyéss, metallica, fall out boy, mcr, p!atd, ecca vandal, and loads more xx

[fishisvibing]

Found a gem in my draft 😭😭

[siriusakgae]

Sirius “touch starved” Black and Remus “loves to cuddle” Lupin

[moonyloops]

just sirius and his unruly hair

[moonytoast34]

sirius black has never been in dress-code a day in his life. he refuses to wear the school sanctioned black oxfords, instead wearing his old beat-up doc martens. he always has his tie on wrong, whether it's just loosened around his neck or tied around his waist like a belt. he has modified his school blazer so much with different pins, patches, and anything else that he deems "punk." he wears his hair long and unruly even though the handbook says that boys must have a "clean, cropped haircut." some days if he doesn't have minnie's class he'll test the limits and flip down his septum piercing. and on the days where regulus isn't speaking to him, or walburga was especially tough on him that morning, sirius can be found wearing one of his boyfriend's oversized grandpa sweaters (though the teachers often turn a blind eye to this)

[wishiwerefarkle]

toxic wolfstar where sirius refuses to talk about his feelings and remus doesn’t let him come until he does

[aquariusmoony13]

oh.. thinking about mildly intoxicated sirius getting a little too affectionate and kissing remus in front of everybody else without a second thought. it's only after he notices remus's ears turning bright red that he remembers they're not alone.

(sirius files that reaction away for future reference. if remus gets that flustered from one kiss... well. just another way to win their fights, huh?)

[sspadfoot]

Fortunately, everyone has seen Bitchkiller do it multiple times in different bathrooms

[someone-elseworld]

Dealer! Remus who never let Sirius touch drugs even when drunk! Sirius begs him to let him try cocaine

Sirius pouts and makes his puppy eyes and Remus grabs him by his collar and crashes his lips on his

[ricochetyears]

sirius with his soft broken english from that prominent french accent and remus who just turns into a complete idiot every time he talks is so underrated. sirius will go like ze food here ees actually really good, you should try a beet of zees or r’emus, look at ze little dog across ze street, look at ’is tiny shoes and remus just sits there, pupils fully dilated, mouth slightly open like he’s about to pass out

[mrslcna]

scenario | wolfstar raising teddy | 666 words

remus is only twenty-five, permanently exhausted, and somehow always carrying three different things at once. a backpack full of snacks, a dinosaur plushie, and teddy, whenever little legs decide they’ve walked enough.

mornings always start with burnt toast because teddy insists on helping. afternoons are spent at the park, in the library, or curled up together in remus’ favourite little café while teddy colours on the napkins and remus tries to finish a cup of tea before it goes cold.

then one afternoon, while they’re walking through the park, teddy suddenly spots a man sitting on a bench with a book in his hands. before remus even has time to react, teddy is already running across the grass with a handful of dandelions he’d picked only minutes before. remus is halfway through apologising when teddy proudly hands the flowers to the stranger.

instead of being surprised or uncomfortable, the man smiles like it’s the sweetest thing that’s ever happened to him. he thanks teddy as though he’d just been handed the most expensive bouquet in the world, crouches down to his height, listens to every single thing teddy has to say, and by the time remus catches up, teddy is giggling so hard that remus can’t help smiling too.

that man, of course, is sirius black. after that they somehow keep running into each other everywhere. at the café remus always goes to. in the library. at the playground. remus starts joking that the universe seems determined to keep putting sirius in their path.

teddy absolutely adores him. every time they leave the house, he secretly hopes sirius will be there. whenever he is, teddy spends the rest of the day attached to him. whenever he isn’t, teddy asks if they might see him tomorrow instead.

one afternoon teddy casually decides that sirius should come over to their flat. sirius immediately insists that teddy can’t just invite people into someone else’s home like that, but before he can finish, remus interrupts him and says that, actually, if he’d like to come over, he’d be more than welcome.

and from then on it just sort of happens. first sirius comes over for coffee, then for dinner, then for movie nights, then for teddy’s birthday. they start going to the cinema together, spending entire afternoons at the park, taking teddy out for ice cream, visiting museums, wandering through bookshops. sirius somehow becomes part of every little tradition remus and teddy have without anyone ever officially deciding that he should.

he starts bringing teddy small presents whenever something reminds him of him. dinosaur stickers, little toy cars, books he thinks teddy would love. he fixes things around the flat before remus even notices they’re broken, carries the shopping upstairs without thinking twice, offers to babysit whenever remus has to work late, and never once acts like any of it is an obligation. he simply loves taking care of them.

and remus slowly falls in love with the way sirius fits into their lives so effortlessly. there isn’t one big moment where everything suddenly changes. it’s somewhere between making dinner together, helping teddy build blanket forts in the living room, and washing the dishes after teddy has already fallen asleep upstairs. that’s when remus realises that sirius already feels like home.

the confession isn’t planned. it simply slips out of remus one ordinary evening while they’re standing side by side in the kitchen doing the washing up. sirius had fallen in love with remus and teddy long ago, but he never wanted to overstep, never wanted remus to think he was trying to take anyone’s place. hearing remus say it first felt like finally being allowed to love him out loud.

from that moment on, sirius proudly becomes part of their little family, loving them every day through thoughtful gestures, gentle words, and a heart that finally has a place to belong. and remus and teddy make sure sirius never doubts that he is loved just as deeply in return

[mydearestmoonyy]

remus started realising he might have a thing for sirius around the time sirius began getting all his tattoos. at first it was “moony, look at this one on my forearm!” but slowly it shifted to “i can’t show you because it’s not very appropriate,” and remus finally caught himself thinking that more than anything he just wanted sirius naked in front of him right now so he could see them all

[sleepyfl0rence]

the first time sirius slept over at remus house, hope couldn’t look them in the eyes the next morning because they’d forgotten to use a silencing spell. she hadn’t even known that they were dating, or that her son was gay. she was obviously very supportive, but she would’ve liked it if she found out in a less awkward manner.

[genericarchiver]

“Moony.”

Remus looks up from his book, warily. 

“Mm?”

Sirius trails his eyes up from the sand they lay on to meet Remus’s gaze. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were failing French?” he asks, brows knitted together. 

“I got a B,” Remus deadpans.

Sirius grins, planting his chin on his knuckles. 

“Okay, sure, but that’s basically failing for Moony standards.”

Remus returns to his book, disgruntled. 

“I don’t have standards,” he mutters. 

Sirius huffs, giving him a weak slap on the thigh. 

“Excuse you. Boyfriend, right here.”

Remus grins. They grow quiet, listening to the sound of the crashing waves hitting the beach, and just enjoying each other’s company. 

Remus loves all of his friends, but there’s something so delightful about having Sirius’s time to himself. 

“I’m just saying…” Sirius starts again, dragging out the ‘g’ dramatically. “If you needed help, you could have asked me.”

His face grows pink, and he shrugs. 

“Didn’t want to,” he says. His eyes drag along the page, not picking up a single word as Sirius stretches against the sand. 

The beach date was Sirius’s idea. At first Remus hated even just the idea, but now… he can see the silver linings very clearly. 

“Oh, come on,” Sirius says, sweetly, letting sand fall between his fingers. “You’re always helping me with History.”

“That’s because you’re shit at History,” Remus supplies. 

Sirius snorts.

“Not my fault the professor drags on about war heroes for decades. If I wanted to learn about murderers, I would have just stayed with my parents.”

This earns Sirius a dark glare, which he retorts with a blinding grin. 

Remus sets down his book, focusing his full attention on his clearly bored boyfriend. 

Clicking his tongue, he asks, “Why don’t you give it a go now?” 

Sirius shoots bolt upright, blue eyes growing wide with child-like excitement. 

“Really?” he asks, brushing the sand off his torso. 

Remus nods. “Teach me something, Professor Black.” 

Sirius scoots closer, giving Remus a very serious (ha) look. 

Clearing his throat, Sirius starts. 

“Welcome class—”

“There’s only me—”

“—I’m sorry to say your professor is out sick today, and has asked me to step in. Now, where did you guys leave off?”

He raises his brows, and Remus shrugs. 

“Oh, let's just start with the basics, then!”

Remus has to stop himself from grinning, instead masking his amusement with simple engagement. 

Sirius fixes his invisible set of glasses (in a very James-like fashion), and all of a sudden, his tone drops, in the way it does when he speaks his native tongue. 

“Bonjour les jeunes!”

“I know how to say hello.”

“Oh, oui? Et le salut? Ou d'où êtes-vous?”

Remus shakes his head, giving Sirius a shove. 

“This is stupid,” he laughs. “You’re not a teacher, Pads.”

That sets Sirius off, and he begins a tirade in rapid, much more advanced, French that Remus doesn’t understand a word of. 

Well, except for maybe putain which he has heard in much different contexts. 

Eventually, when Remus has had enough of Sirius’s dramatics, he tilts his head to the side, and leaves a chaste kiss on the other boys’ cheek. 

“Je vous aime, Monsieur Black” he says, terribly. 

Sirius goes pink. 

[ricochetyears]

will never get tired of sirius being confident around everyone but the second it’s remus he’s all stutters and pink cheeks and glassy eyes and “i mean—i just—i was trying to say that—” like his brain short circuits the moment those honey brown eyes are on him

[hkxox]

james taking little harry along for his morning rides, both of them with their crooked glasses and matching helmets, as they ride, harry keeps one hand on his tiny handlebar, other excitedly pointing at everything they pass

Dada!"

"Yeah?"

"Fire trwuck!"

"I see it."

"Dada!"

"Birdies!"

"Yeah... look at the birdies."

[lielowatthelupins]

remus has a polaroid of sirius completely naked and blissed out after sex in his wallet at all times