#sirius: whipped

[moondustinfj]

"No, you won't commit atrocities." *takes his hand* "We will commit atrocities."

[adharastarlight]

The Marauders on a road trip:

Sirius driving at 90

James: slow down, mate

Sirius speeds up

Reg: slow down.

Sirius ignores him

Remus: Slow. Down.

Sirius immediately slows down to 50

[reggie-black-is-my-gender]

Just an idea I had :)

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“Who is that?”

James had never seen someone so ethereal. He had never before seen someone who wore a simple white shirt like it was crafted specifically for them by a team of divine seamstresses. He had never seen someone who so quickly made him want to worship at their altar, because only divine beings could hold beauty like they did.

“Oh yeah, that’s my little brother Regulus, though I suppose last time you met he had been using a different name.” Sirius started, and oh at that James’ heart fell. “Hey! Reggie, come over for a sec!” Sirius yelled, waving his arms like a madman to gain the attention of the gorgeous man across the courtyard.

As regulus started walking their way, James had only one thought— how can someone so beautiful even exist?

“Don’t even think about it prongs, no one touches my sibling, we made a contract back in third year, siblings are off limits!” Shit, had James said that out loud?

“Well…” James said, getting ready, “contracts signed by a minor are not legally binding!” He shouted, already running his way towards the only god he would ever pray to.

[inthe-echo]

Late night (early morning) studying in gryffindor common room 🌙

[http-wolfstar]

Late night studying ⭐️

[barty-whore-jr]

bartylus getting matching piercings

sirius: how did you get regulus to agree to that?

barty: i just asked??

[soup-of-the-daisies]

harry is sort of the sirius of the golden era though isn’t he. in my head at least. like his home life is shitty, he’s loyal to a fault, he gets basically taken in by his best mate’s parents but does go his own way. he inherits a good amount of gold from his decent family members (his parents and sirius). is spat on by society & the government over something that isn’t even his fault. bit of a bitch. a cheeky little fucker. has light eyes and dark hair. would probably kill for his codependent buds if absolutely necessary. probably also has the gal (and self-imposed guilt) to stay in azkaban for 12 years before escaping on willpower alone.

[addsalwayssick]

sirius giving remus a lap dance to the beginning of sexyback send tweet

[17thcenturyb0y]

Might have developed an unhealthy obsession with the sirius x barty dynamic

aka

Well that’s one way to look at your brother’s best friend on the rare occasion you deign to speak to him

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

this might be targeted to a very specific audience but for the past while i’ve been driving myself nuts bc in crimson rivers, remus is the only one who can tell when sirius is like dissociating right? not even james, his best friend in the world, or regulus, his little brother, can see it the way remus can (“you were gone for a bit, i think”). and the reason i was going nuts is bc i felt like there was something similar to this but for the longest time i couldn’t put my finger on it. but then. THEN i was rewatching thee best show of all time, fleabag, and it hit me. it’s like when the priest is able to tell when fleabag breaks the fourth wall when nobody, not claire, not boo, has ever been able to before (“where did you just go?”)

and idk there’s something so beautiful and kind of heartbreaking to me about that, how maybe only the person who is best described as your soulmate can see even the most minuscule things about you, the parts of you that maybe you didn’t even realize others could see. the things that had been just for you, your whole life, are things that they share in bc they’re the person who knows you and loves you best. i dunno maybe this doesn’t make sense but it makes me kind of teary to think about. it’s just. lovely.

[del-stars]

final chapter of dreaming of after coming soon </3 so here is one last sneak peek:

Time casts its spell on you, but you won't forget me I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me Sirius pressed his back against the wall of the hallway, heart hammering in his chest. He was going to murder whoever was in charge of the music. Really, whose idea had this been? Putting on a song about desperately loving your ex for the rest of your life while your two best friends were going through one of the messiest divorces on record? That was criminal, absolutely criminal. As far as Sirius was concerned, everyone in that room who hadn’t demanded it be skipped was at fault. I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you Sirius felt the words in his soul. Because yeah, fuck yeah, he was always going to love Remus. That was never going to go away. And fuck Remus if he wanted to avoid it. They'd been together since they were teenagers-- Sirius had spent a good chunk of his life loving Remus, and he was supposed to what? Just turn it off? Move on? No. Fuck that. Fuck Remus, for not loving him anymore and for not kissing him back and for being the love of Sirius' life despite it all. It would be miserable, it would be sad, it would be fucking pathetic, probably, but Sirius would keep on loving Remus anyway. Because he’d been made for it, because he didn’t know how to do anything else. You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you Renewed, refreshed, and fucking angry, Sirius made his way back into the living room. He stood in the threshold, where Remus had touched him just a few hours ago, and fucking stared. Remus' back was to him, but Sirius put everything he had into his glare, anyway. Everything he hadn't been able to say, every conversation that had gotten stuck in his throat, every fuck you and I love you and I'm sorry that he'd wanted to hurl at Remus the past few weeks and didn't. All of his love and anger and hurt, heaved out of his chest and onto his face. He probably looked like he’d finally lost it to all of his friends watching, but he didn’t much care. I'll follow​​​​​ you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you As if he could feel the eyes on him, Remus turned his head. It felt electric, it felt horrifying, it felt fucking satisfying. Sirius knew that Remus knew that Stevie Nicks' strained voice coming through the speakers was his own-- when they were young, and Sirius didn't know how to say what he felt, he'd always turned to music. Now, when pretty much all else had failed, he did the same.  Was I just a fool? You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you Was I just a fool? Remus opened his mouth as if to speak, but an entire room laid between them. Sirius bit his lip, trying his best to keep his gaze hardened and unyielding. Fuck you, he thought, you are my soulmate and I'm going to love you whether you fucking like it or not. I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you Give me just a chance He hoped it kept Remus up at night. He hoped that, for the rest of Remus' life, he thought about how desperately and completely Sirius loved him. How he had walked away from that, from seven years of marriage, for nothing. How he'd fallen out of love with the person who'd given him every single part of themselves. Sirius hoped that every person Remus touched after him wouldn't measure up. He hoped that he could hear Sirius’ devotion ringing in his ears at night. He hoped he felt Sirius' love echoing in his bones until the day he died. You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you There were tears gathering in Remus' eyes. Sirius' resolve shook, but good, Remus should cry. After everything he'd given up, he deserved to cry. 

[the-chaosbringer]

James: *applying mascara*

Sirius: *stares*

James: ...what?

Sirius: nothing. just thinking.

James: about?

Sirius: *smirks* about how much I'm gonna enjoy seeing that mascara run later

James: *stunned*

James: *blushes*

[srs-moonage]

sirius as a vampire

remus *he saw Sirius biting his victim in his library: oh my god!

sirius: h-huh?

remus *sweating*: can't you see that sign? *points the sign that says “No food allowed inside the library”

sirius *utterly confused stands straight, dragging his victim*: oh... sorry, sorry! It won't happen again:)

remus, annoyed: as it should!

sirius after he got out of the library as he already figured out what's confusing him: wait... what the fuck?! HEY, ISN'T HE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME?

meanwhile, Remus: Oh my god, that scared me! I almost blurted out he's so hot!

[ifyoucandaniel]

no thoughts, i am ONLY thinking about @rollercoasterwords new fic and how sexy babe remus is

[maelstrom-of-emotions]

Upside Down

This has been in my drafts for so long that I forgot it existed. It wasn't until I came across this again, that I remembered it. It's not all that structured or framed properly, but, oh well.

Sirius's childhood was like a never-ending winter in a land of perpetual gray skies.

The halls of the manor were silent, except for the occasional echo of his own footsteps. The only colors he ever saw were the dull shades of slate and stone, and the occasional flash of green from the dark and dreary grounds beyond. The only sounds were the howling winds that rattled the windows, and the creaking of old timbers as the ancient house groaned with age.

The interior of the manor was as cold and lifeless as the family that resided there.

The furniture was stiff and uncomfortable, the curtains hung in heavy, oppressive folds, and the paintings on the walls were all stern-faced ancestors, watching him with disapproving eyes. The floors were made of cold, hard stone that never seemed to warm no matter how long the fireplace burned. Even the air seemed to weigh him down with its dampness, its chill, and its musty scent.

His only solace was in the gardens surrounding the manor. But even they were a stark contrast to the whimsy and wonder of the rest of the wizarding world. The trees were gnarled and twisted, and the flowers were muted shades of gray and black. The only sound that filled the air was the rustling of the dying leaves as they fell from the trees.

His relationship with his parents was like a game of Quidditch, with constantly shifting roles and unpredictable twists. At times, his mother would swoop in like a bludger, her harsh words and cold demeanor sending Sirius reeling. Other times, his father would be like a golden snitch, offering fleeting moments of warmth and affection before darting away again.

He could still remember the countless family dinners where his parents would bicker and argue, their words like knives that cut through the air. He would try to block out their words, focusing instead on the glittering chandeliers above his head, the fine china plates that held his food, and the ornate silverware that he had been taught to use with precision.

He was forced to live in that world. A world that was devoid of magic and wonder, a world that was as bleak and gray as the sky on a stormy day.

For Merlin's sake, even the clothes he wore were of muted colors, drab browns and grays, and the occasional deep green.

He had been resigned to the fact that he would always live in that world.

Until James Bloody Potter went and threw his handsome face and messy hair into his life like a rainbow-colored grenade, blowing up everything he thought he knew about the dull, monochromatic existence of his pureblood family.

The loveable prat had decided to shop at Madam Malkin's at the exact time Sirius had been there. He still the first time he caught a glimpse of a boy with messy black hair and captivating and bloody mesmerizing hazel eyes.

James had been dressed in a vibrant red and gold robe, looking like the epitome of a ticking color bomb that was about to explode.

And, oh Merlin, what an explosion it was.

It was as though he was seeing the world for the first time. The walls of the shop were no longer gray, but a soft yellow, and the fabrics lining the shelves were rich shades of blue, purple, and green.

When James turned around to look at him, Sirius felt his heart stop. For the first time in his life, he felt a spark of something other than boredom and duty.

He felt alive.

And then, James smiled at him and it was like a beam of sunshine breaking through a cloudy day, a glimmer of hope amidst the gloom.

It wasn't the time of smile that Sirius was taught. The polite smile that radiates from a perfect set of teeth, rather it was a smile of intensity.

A smile that came from deep within, brightening his entire face. James' eyes crinkle at the corners, conveying a sense of genuine warmth and joy.

(Right then and there Sirius knew he had discovered the eighth wonder of the world.)

The colors around him seemed to intensify as if they were reacting to the electricity between them. From that moment on, Sirius' world was no longer just muted tones.

It was a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, all thanks to the boy who had walked into his life and turned it upside down.

Note:

Right, that took a long time to complete. I know that canonically James and Sirius met in the train compartment in the Hogwarts Express, but I was re-reading the series, and Draco and Harry's first meeting felt like the perfect setup.

If you're wondering about the title name, it's a childhood song that I loved and was listening to while I wrote this. Here's the link to that, if you want to listen to it: Upside Down.

If you're listening to it and wondering why it feels familiar, Might I suggest looking at this video? It may jog your memory: Upside Down CG

[abstractppsychopomp]

my sister is moving out to go to university and this means another siblings hurt/comfort fic because I have to express my love for her in the highest form of art I know- but that will never be enough because I love her very much.