Mar 6, 2025
How about a cozy afternoon ? 🌻🍊
Also I have been listening to a lot of hozier drawing this
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How about a cozy afternoon ? 🌻🍊
Also I have been listening to a lot of hozier drawing this
Sirius: Want to help me commit a felony?
Remus: What the hell?!
Sirius: Sorry, my bad
Sirius *whispering*: Want to help me commit a felony?
Remus *whispering*: Yeah of course, what do you need?
remus is too long for sirius’s jacket
The concept of Sirius being naturally talented, never having to really try or study to pass and Regulus having to work really hard to be on the same level😩
@into-the-jeggyverse / crazy / 478 words
“Am I crazy?” Regulus said as he paced around Sirius’ study. He arrived unannounced, not more than twenty minutes ago.
“What?” Sirius replied, for what felt like the sixth time.
“Come on, be honest—” Regulus collapsed into the armchair next to him, his head in his hands, “—am I insane?”
“I’m lost.”
“For thinking we can make it work,” Regulus breathed, still in panic.
“I’m still very confused,” Sirius mumbled, though he doubted his brother even heard him.
Regulus took a deep, shaky breath and finally met Sirius’ gaze. “Do you think it can really work?”
“Reg, it’s been working for what—five? Six years?” Sirius set his glass of whiskey down, his voice softening. “Why wouldn’t it work now?”
“Because love isn’t everything,” Regulus muttered, his face dropping back into his hands.
“What exactly are you asking me?” Sirius leaned back in his chair.
“Just… I don’t know, you always say love isn’t everything.” He buried his face between his hands.
“True.” Sirius paused. Regulus wasn’t an open book—one of the many things they had in common—but God, how Sirius wished he could crack him open and read. He’d gladly reread the same sentence over and over if it meant understanding what Regulus needed right now.
All he could do was try.
“Yes, love isn’t everything,” Sirius began cautiously. “But I think it makes you kinder—”
Regulus sighed loudly, shooting him an annoyed look. A rich reaction, coming from the man who’d barged in ranting nonsense.
“Will you let me finish?”
Regulus huffed but nodded.
“It makes you kinder,” Sirius repeated. “It helps you look past all the dumb shit, the meaningless distractions, and actually focus on what matters.”
Regulus was finally listening. “Which is?”
“Each other.”
“Right.” Regulus sounded earnest, but Sirius could see his mind was still miles away, lost somewhere Sirius couldn’t touch.
“What’s this really abo—” Sirius started, but the words died on his tongue as Regulus shifted in his seat and pulled something from his pocket.
Sirius froze.
Regulus held up a small box, wrapped in soft crimson velvet. He didn’t open it. He didn’t need to.
“So,” Regulus asked again, his voice quieter now, steadier, “am I crazy?”
“Wait, am I...?” Sirius murmured, barely able to get the words out. He didn’t need to explain further. Regulus already knew what he was asking.
“Yeah,” Regulus said with a small, nervous laugh. “You’re the first to know.”
Sirius reached out, his fingers brushing against the box but not taking it. They’d never been good at this—touching, feeling at ease in each other’s presence. But in that moment, with their hands barely grazing, it felt... easy.
Finally, Sirius broke the silence.
“He’s going to love it.”
A muffled sob escaped Regulus’ lips. For once, he was the one who couldn’t find the words.
“Do you think he’ll take my last name?”
“Now that's insane.”
The concept of Sirius as a prince and Remus as his knight who is appointed by the black family to protect him. But rebel prince Sirius makes Remus his friend instead and yaps to him even though Remus doesn't reply a lot but Remus always listens to him.
Sirius would be talking to him nonstop and then stop when he feels like Remus isn't listening but Remus pulls out the
"Why did you stop I was listening"
Which makes Sirius smile and continue
This song by conan is so wolfstar
me drawing them is rare so be nice -_-
LET THE MARAUDERS BE BAD PEOPLE SOMETIMES!!!!! THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE PERFECT!! YOU'RE ALLOWED TO LIKE FLAWED PEOPLE!! LET JAMES AND SIRUS BE BULLIES! LET REMUS BE A COWARD!! IT'S OK!