#sirius says something

[seraphimsirius]

Updated intro

// Howdy!! The name's Sirius. You can also call me Weiss, Kuu, Arti, Tekko, or Mania.

// I am interested in A LOT of stuff. I'll list the main ones.

_FANDOMS_

Ultrakill

Hollow Knight

Rain World

Monster Hunter

Phighting

_GENERAL INTERESTS_

Cryptids

BUGS!!!!!!! they're so silly

Space [The name Sirius came from the star!! :D)

// Idk how to conclude this intro, it's 2:30 AM EST for me as of me typing this. I'll update it again later lol.

[adharastarlight]

sirius, wearing eyeliner and just existing

someone: you know, that makeup is like... really aggressive

sirius: really? these two little lines of pigment... intimidated you?

[silverameco]

Only One Bed - @wolfstarmicrofic - 370 words

"I can't believe Prongs and Wormy took the twin beds while we're stuck on this awful thing. That's so homophobic of them." Sirius complained as he turned around for the umpteenth time, making the bed creak again.

The ad for the vacation home they rented said "one bedroom - two beds - four people", so they assumed it was two double beds. Except it wasn't, and James and Pete rushed to claim the two single beds for themselves, leaving Sirius and Remus to share the sofa-bed in the living room. Admittedly, Sirius didn't really fight them on it. But it was before he realized that this poor excuse for a bed was as comfortable as the floor would be, and that Remus' presence so close to him was making him nervous and restless.

"What ?" Remus chuckled from near him. "How so ?"

"Because I said so Moony." Sirius grumbled.

"Look, it's not that bad. If you could stop moving for five minutes, that is."

Sirius groaned and ignored him, moving again to find a better position, even if he wasn't sure it was possible anyway. Suddendly, an arm wraped around his waist and his back was pressed against Remus' warm chest. Sirius swallowed.

"What are you doing ?" he whispered.

"Keeping you from fucking moving."

The words were spoken directly against his neck and he had to repress a shiver. His relationship with Remus had felt like it could be something more than friends for a while now. They were slowly becoming more affectionate towards each other. It was always small things, though. A lingering touch on his arm, a furtive hand on the small of his back. Never something like this yet, something so ... forward.

Feeling like he was exploring uncharted territory, he took Remus' hand that was laying in front of him in his own, intertwining their fingers. Remus pressed his hand in answer and Sirius let out the breath he was holding. His heart was beating so fast he was sure it could be heard in the silence of the night, but he felt so, so safe. As he finally closed his eyes, he thought that maybe, it wouldn't be so bad of a night.

[enbysiriusblack]

things about the marauders i think should be explored more by the fandom:

sirius' love for motorbikes (him being drawn to a muggle creation, but specifically a muggle creation that has connotations to ideas of rebellion and freedom and alt culture, but also he then adds magical components to his bike, like he is not only interested in muggle culture but in combining the two and learning from both worlds, as well as showing his creative side)

the way remus talks/thinks about other werewolves (i think we want him to be fighting for werewolf rights and supporting other people like him, etc. but he does adhere and adjust who he is in order to fit into the wizarding world and does look down on other werewolves don't conform. and it is so interesting to explore that and the depths that that goes, and whether he does actually think like that, or just says that stuff to further fit in himself)

sirius having his own apartment at 17 (he's a rebellious, troublemaking teenager with his own place. shenanigans galore guys.)

lily giving slughorn a petal that turned into a fish as a present (it's obvious why slughorn like her- hardworking/smart/talented in potions, but lily clearly liked him if she gave him a thoughtful present. why?? it's very obvious slughorn picks favourites and shows off the famous ex-students he 'mentored', why would she like him?? did he help her adjust in first year? did she let him spend breaktime practicing potions in his classroom? was it purely because he thought she was talented and she was being favourited by him?)

sirius not destroying the portrait of his mother (there was a sticking charm to it, but there are ways around it. and him 'not coming up with muggle solutions' I've seen as an excuse on why, doesn't make sense since he's extremely smart and knows quite a bit about muggles. so is there still a glimpse of love towards her despite everything? did she feel the same to him?)

peter's death (what does that say about him as a character? in hesitating to harm harry, is there still care towards james and lily? or regret? did he look at harry and see james? the idea of him being killed by his hand, is interesting in thinking about peter as a puppet, perhaps manipulated in every action he takes? or forced to always be the right hand to someone else?)

[loserboyfriendrjl]

Good morning! Sirius is not overdramatic and i don’t know where we got that from! (Is it perhaps from the movies which are not actually canon and are just a take on the books, as all movies are?) And if you consider him dramatic for his “fits of sullen” in Grimmauld Place, that’s actually because he was stuck in the house he ran away from at sixteen, a house he explicitly stated he did not like being in and a house of people who were completely against his views, after having lost his best friends, spending thirteen years in a secluded, high-security prison for a crime he did not commit, along with soul-sucking creatures, and after being a year on the run, which he spent in a cave, eating rats! Hope this helps!

[fandoomrants]

My favourite type of AUs are where James and Sirius are best friends, yet James meets Regulus in another way, not knowing they're related.

And Sirius and Regulus look a lot alike.

Yet James STILL doesn't connect the dots.

[siriusly-insane]

I desperately need wolfstar fics recs that are not tcoptp because I read it twice and it's my favorite but I can't do it with the slow burn AGAIN

[padfootswhiskers]

“I’ve been living off rats mostly. Can’t steal too much food from Hogsmeade; I’d draw attention to myself.” He grinned up at Harry, but Harry returned the grin only reluctantly. “What’re you doing here, Sirius?” he said. “Fulfilling my duty as godfather,” said Sirius.

never forget

[sailorwritesstuff]

It feels like when people talk about polyam!Marauders it's more like they're talking about Wolfstar and prongsfoot. And that leaves Remus and James feeling more like friends who share a boyfriend (and then in most cases you throw an X reader in there)

PLEASE CAN WE TALK MORE ABOUT REMUS AND JAMES?! DO THEY EVEN HAVE A SHIP NAME???

Like... If Remus is the moon.

and sirius is the Stars.

James is their sun. Let Remus tell James how important he is to him.

"you're the sun to my moon."

Let James recite that as a mantra when he's holding Remus after a full moon. "Moon to my sun, our moony, my moony."

"yeah. I know, Bambi."

PLEASE GUYS I'M DYING HERE.

(AND WHILE WE'RE TALKING ABOUT IT WHERE IS LILY?! BITCHES ADD HER TO THE GODDAMN EQUATION!!)

[labyrinthhofmymind]

the marauders characters playing a drinking game:

peter: drink if you’ve kissed both black brothers!

*james drinks*

sirius: ok yeah i knew that

*remus drinks*

sirius: ok ok i’m fine that’s cool it happens

regulus: drink if you’ve had your first kiss with someone in this room

*james drinks cause his first kiss was sirius*

*sirius drinks cause his first kiss was james*

*peter drinks cause his first kiss was james*

*lily drinks cause her first kiss was marlene*

*marlene drinks cause her first kiss was lily*

sirius: bloody hell ok. drink if you’ve ever had a threesome

*regulus drinks*

*peter drinks*

sirius: what the fuck! please tell me if wasn’t with each other!

regulus: no i did it with evan and barty

sirius: ok well then who did you have a threesome with pete?

peter: oh i also did it with evan and barty

sirius: I- WHAT! EVAN AND BARTY?! REALLY?!

peter: what can i say… they pitched it really well.

sirius: and how exactly did they pitch it to you?

peter: well… they walked up to me and said: “hey do you wanna have a threesome?” and so i said yes!

sirius: what the actual fuck

mary: alright let’s move on! drink if you’ve ever kissed remus!

*sirius drinks*

*james drinks*

*regulus drinks*

*peter drinks*

*mary drinks*

*lily drinks*

*marlene drinks*

sirius: YOU’VE ALL KISSED REMUS!!! MARY???? PETE???? LILY????? JAMES????!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK

mary: we were both drunk, it was just for fun!

peter: yeah same here

lily: it was back in third year when we thought we fancied each other! calm down sirius

sirius: well what about you james huh????!!! you kissed my boyfriend?! what, was my brother not enough for you?!

remus: sirius it wasn’t like that-

james: yeah it was super casual, super normal-

*flashback to fourth year, james was crushing on remus super hard, they made out in their dorm and realised they were better off as friends, decided no one else ever needed to know*

[seraphimsirius]

happy creation day biograft, my kinda former main. also sorry for disappearing off of the face of the planet temporarily, i forgot i had a tumblr account.

[sunonwaxyleaves]

After hanging out with Sirius’ little brother for a few months now - sometimes the three of them but more and more just the two of them - James first realizes he’s in love with Regulus on a summer night with cheeks warm from sunburn and sweet red wine. They’re on an old leather couch at a party Sirius is throwing at the Potter’s beach house, and Regulus rests his head on James’ shoulder with a deep, heavy sigh. Absolutely plastered, he mutters in defeat, “I think I’m now ready to admit that I’ve probably missed my chance at becoming a mermaid.” James wants to laugh until his stomach cramps, wants to kiss him on his peeling lips and point out that Regulus turns 21 in just one week, what does he mean he’s willing to admit this now, but instead he shrugs lightly and rests his head on Regulus’. He says in that cocky voice of his that makes far too many people swoon, “You’d be the prettiest mermaid of them all” and Regulus would roll his eyes even though James couldn’t see, he’d bury his head further into James’ neck, and tell him “Yeah, James, obviously”.

And then a week would pass, the morning of Regulus’ 21st birthday, and he’d wake up before anyone else and sneak out of the house for his morning run. Sometimes on the really hot days, like the day of his 21st birthday, he’d cool off in the ocean before walking back to the house, the walk long enough to let the sun dry him a bit.

Except this time was different.

Regulus runs and jumps into the ocean, does a few slow strokes atop the rolling waves, then promptly begins to scream bloody murder in the blink of an eye; his legs have become so heavy it’s as if an overweight adult man is clinging to him. He twists and turns his body, lifts his cement legs up to see what the fuck is going on, freezes, starts drowning, then screams even as his mouth fills with saltwater.

Where his legs are supposed to be - where they used to be - there is now a beautiful emerald mermaid tail with scales that glitter tiny rainbows like the polish on his finger nails.

A mile away, the split second Regulus screams the first time, James wakes from a deep slumber with a gasp so sharp it throws him into a coughing fit. He drinks from the glass of water on his bedside table and grabs his phone before leaning back onto the fluffy pillows, pulling up his messages to text the birthday boy.

(7:02am) Happy birthday Reggie!!!! 21 WOOHOO!!!!!

(7:03am) Are u back from ur run?? Do u want blueberry or chocolate chip pancakes?

(7:04am) Had the craziest dream last night. Need to tell u all about it over some Potter Pancakes(;

(7:26am) Reggie??

(7:38am) Sirius said u never came back from ur run is everything okay???

(7:41am) Ur freaking me out Reg can u pls respond

(7:55am) Wherever u are: STAY THERE

(7:55am) I’m coming to find u. Call me when u see these, pls pls please

(8:06am) Where the fuck are you, Regulus?????

[rewritingcanon]

started tweaking without ao3. anyways i made a uquiz for what marauders character you are because im planning to get around to every generation.

[casquecest]

In another world where Harry opened the mirror, Saturday nights are all right for ranting.

[shrewfern]

crestfallen

sirius black x reader page count: 3 word count: 1386 /// ‘...and so, we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly —’ “OH, GROSS!” a voice cried from the stairway as the slamming of a heavy door echoed.  Remus inhaled and just as deeply exhaled, the sound of footsteps pounding their way down the stone stairs. Less than five seconds later, a traumatized James appears at the foot of the threshold.  “Moony!” James wailed as he pointed to the stairwell, the annoying aura of that one gross, sticky, smelly kid who wore that zip-up creeper hoodie from elementary school palpable, “Moony, they’re snogging agai-ai-aiinnnnn!!!” “I know,” Remus sighed, putting his book down. And he did know, he’s accidentally walked in on Sirius and [y/n] making out more times than he can count. Be it in the dorm rooms, the common room, the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch pitch — everywhere! Every-fucking-where! They were practically glued at the tongue! “I know,” Remus repeated with the air of a soldier who buried his heart with his fallen country. “I know.”

Normally during breakfast, Remus could hardly keep his eyes off Sirius. Strangely, though, as of the past few weeks, when [y/n] infiltrated the Marauders, he couldn’t keep his eyes off them. But he didn’t feel the same way he did when he looked at Sirius. No, no, when he looked at Sirius, he felt…warm. Happy. Content with life. But [y/n]?? Fucking [y/n]????? He wanted to tear out their spine and shove it down their Sirius-sucking throat! Like, actually. Who the bitch do they think they are? But, he kept that to himself; it wasn’t very socially acceptable to tear off your boyfriend—I MEAN BOY BEST FRIEND's partner’s nails. So, he sat there, hunched over his...his… What—what is that? Beans on a bagel?? God, British people are a bunch of freaky deakies.  Okay, okay, so he ate his bean bagel and by god was he royally pissed at the mere thought of  Sirius wrapping an arm around this hoe. But that they were actually doing it???? In front of him???? What the actual skibidi toilet??? Sirius should have his arms wrapped around HIM — wait that’s kinda gay tho.

Despite his eternal rage, time moves on. During Potions, Sirius helped [y/n] cut their dandelion roots, even though, “THEY’RE TOTALLY CAPABLE OF DOING IT THEMSELVES,” Remus explained in a loud “whisper” to James and Peter. Somehow both of them were totally oblivious to the fact that [y/n] was clearly taking advantage of his lover – I mean their age-old friend. Yep, friend. Friend, friend, friend. That’s what Sirius is to Remus, a friend. Golly, what a weird word, “friend”. Like, friend? I barely know her! Friend…Sounds weird haha. God, [y/n] is such a fucking dickwad.

Transfiguration. Turning a rabbit into a bo’oh’o’wa’er. Easy, right? WRONG! I dunno, man, shit’s hard when some stupid fucking hoebag is busy fucking giggling in your goddamn ear! “Wdym ‘in your ear’ they’re literally in the seat adjacent to you,” James said plainly. Where the hell James learned the word “adjacent” is a concern beyond Remus’ line of sight. This bitch is literally high-key on god no cap so annoying. Like actually. It’s the kind of annoying where the people in front of you are walking slowly but there’s no way to walk around them so you just have to try to not push them over times a hundred. “Lupin, your rabbit!” A girlish voice behind him squealed. In his train of malicious thought, Remus nearly suffocated the poor thing…It was [y/n]’s fault, though! If they weren’t shrieking like a maniac whenever Sirius breathed in their general direction, he wouldn’t have been so pissed off.

“Ummmm…” [y/n] hums, turning Remus’ porcelain teacup clockwise, glancing at a book every so often. They were reading each other's tea leaves, and for whatever reason, the Divination professor must hate Remus. Why else would she pair him with [y/n]? Fucking [y/n]!  At least they weren’t able to manipulate Sirius now, but still… God damn, [y/n] is such a stupid asswipe. Looking up at him with those STUPID eyes, they said, “Well, here you’ve got a…a spider web over here,” they looked back at their book, “That could represent jealousy…” DAMN RIGHT. “But in it,” they went on, “is a heart.” They looked from the drenched tea leaves to Remus. “Are you jealous of someone?” they asked innocently. Well, innocently enough; Remus could see the snakeish gleam in their eyes — the serpent that lies beneath the innocent flower.  ‘ArE yOu JeAlOuS oF sOmEoNe?’ NO YOU DUMB BITCH THAT’S STUPID. Being jealous is for pussies, and by god Remus is NOT a pussy. But y’know who is? [y/n]. Honestly, he could bitchslap that dumdum right here, right now. Who knows, it might be like in the cartoons when someone gets hit in the head a second time and they go back to being themselves. “No, that’s silly,” Remus replied calmly, looking into their pink porcelain teacup.  Crack! Remus is holding [y/n]’s cup so calmly, he accidentally cracked it! Once again, this is obviously [y/n]’s fault! If they weren’t so stupid, he wouldn’t have strangled the cup. I mean, hell, if they didn’t exist, all of the world’s problems would be solved! No more hunger, no more war, no more dating Sirius — Sirius would be single and ready to mingle. Ready to mingle. Ready. To. Mingle. Mingle. Mingle with Remus — wait what. 

The rest of the day continued in a similar fashion: Sirius and [y/n] h*ling h*nds, Remus strangling whatever he was holding, and James and Peter trying to calm Remus down.

Honestly, who the hell do they think they are? (“Remus, a word?”) “You look very pretty today [y/n],” Sirius cooed. (“Remus.”) Remus couldn’t see the appeal. (“Remus?”) Maybe if they ate all that makeup instead of smearing it all over their face, they might actually look tolerable on the inside — “REMUS!”  Remus snapped his murderous gaze from [y/n] to James. “Remus,” James said, gesturing to a corner (the same one Sirius and [y/n] were making out in exactly three hours, twelve minutes, and forty-two seconds ago), “a word?” No response. “Now?” “What?!” Remus hissed once they made it to the corner. “Dude what the actual hell??” “What do you mean what the hell?!” “Moony, you’ve been a total bitch all day!” “Nuh-uh!” “Yes the fuck you have been!” James whispered loudly. “Honestly, you’re being a jealous bitch!” And it was true: Remus has been a total beta all day. In fact, it was more than all day; he’d been a total beta all last week, too. And the week before. And before…and before… Then it hit him: I’m in love with Sirius.  He looked at [y/n]. They were in Sirius’ lap, a loving smile plastered across their stupid face. But it wasn’t just their lips curled in adoration, it was their eyes too. Their eyes were love-sick as they looked at Sirius.  Remus’ heart fell; Sirius had the same look on his gorgeous face when he looked at [y/n]. At [y/n].  And so, there Remus stands, the ugly scowl that crossed his horrendous, scar-drawn face when he looked at [y/n] tilted into a frown. The eyes that had gone green with envy softened as water threatened to break through them. He loved Sirius and couldn’t stand the thought of him being with someone else, yet here he is. He clumsily picked up his heart as it lay there dying.  Honestly, why was he even making such a big deal about any of this? He was a werewolf for crying out loud, a werewolf! Who on this god-forsaken earth would want to even think about being with him — hugging him, holding his hand, welcoming him home after a long night’s work with a warm smile, placing a kiss on his scarred lips. Why would someone even think about laughing at his stupid jokes, dancing the rainy night away to some slow jazz, holding him late at night, not caring that he was a grotesque beast.  Why would anyone even think about looking at him…looking at him the way Sirius looks at [y/n]? Remus loved Sirius, but it was too late. With a defeated sigh, Remus turned his pitiful gaze from his fargone lover to James. “I know,” Remus murmured, burying his heart with his fallen love.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

“hi,” remus said, elongating his i slightly. “you’ve been avoiding me,” he muttered, glancing over to a hunched-over-the-table sirius, currently engulfed into his essay, “ever since yesterday.”

right; ever since yesterday, when remus drunkenly confessed to all of his mates that he liked blokes, then right as they went to bed, sirius snuck in his, snogged him senseless, and then went back to his bed as if nothing had happened.

“i’m not avoiding you,” he replied, “i’ve just been really busy with schoolwork.” he nodded to the essay.

“what on?” he glanced over sirius’ shoulder to take a peek.

“defence. the unforgivables,” he added, tsking. “not the kind of topic i’d be delighted to write a foot-long essay about.”

“charming.” remus grinned. “listen, can we talk?” he asked, and sirius finally set his pen (not quill, pen) aside, his back pressed against the coffee table, haughtily looking up at him.

he raised his eyebrows suggestively, urging remus to go on. he sat down next to sirius and, checking once again the common room was empty, he looked at sirius.

“don’t get me wrong, yesterday was…” he trailed off, looking for a word to describe sirius’ mouth against his, his tongue rolling against remus’ bottom lip, sirius’ hand tousling his hair, the sounds he’d gotten out of remus that, if he hadn’t been so high on sirius, he would have been horribly embarrassed by. “it was something.”

sirius grinned at him. “that’s one way to describe it.”

“well, you’re a bloody great kisser,” remus felt his ears heating up, “and you know it. but i don’t want this to have an impact on our friendship or anything of that sorr.”

“doesn’t have to,” sirius replied, digging his fingers into the hole of the jeans one size too big for his slender, tall legs. “unless you don’t want me to keep snogging you.”

“no, i— i, uh, i do.” remus was sure he was about as red as a tomato at that point. “it’s kind of all i’ve been thinking about ever since last night.”

well, why did he blurt that out?

right, he did because sirius’ mouth was on his again, his fingers wrapping lightly around remus’ neck, sirius’ soft lips against his own, sirius’ tongue daring remus to go further.

they might have been kissing for hours, and when they broke apart, sirius grabbed his essay off the table and stood up, quite a bit taller than remus, and grinned.

“there you go. so you stop fantasising about having my tongue in your mouth and you actually do.”

remus laughed. “that’s such a horrible way to say it.”

sirius didn’t seem to want to leave, so he plopped himself back down. “what would be the right wording for it then, poet?”

remus clicked his tongue. “kissing. making out. snogging, even, but not that. it sounds disgusting, which it really isn’t, come to think about it.”

“i’ll keep that in mind, then,” he barked a laugh. “any other suggestions?”

remus gave him a cheeky grin. “do it more often.”