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Me and my gang 🔥🔥🔥

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i’ve been holding onto this wolfstar art for ages and i really wanted to post at least one piece before RSBB pairings sooo here! have a cute summery baby wolfstar :)

also on ao3!

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Holidays at the Potters! 🎄✨

Look at little Sirius in his festive robes 🥹 Isn’t he the cutest thing ever?

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sirius with a strong posh accent, sirius who’s effortlessly smart but also studies so hard he stresses his friends out, clean freak sirius who will lose his shit if things are misplaced, sirius who’s creative and likes designing and renovating homes, sirius who’s very polite but gets into fist fights all the time because he can’t control his anger well. sirius who’s so sensitive he’s mean but also so kind and comforting and perceptive to the few people he loves that he would do anything for

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Hi! I’m currently writing a marauders fan fiction set in the late 1940s/early 1950s. It’s about Remus who lives on a farm, completely alone, and puts out ad in the newspaper for a roommate. Which is where Sirius comes into the picture. He’s ran away from his abusive aristocratic family and desperately needed somewhere to stay. It’s a work in progress and I’m barely done with the first draft. But it will probably be posted on ao3!

Anyway. Here is a little something from the first chapter to boost this little project. (Have in mind that I’ve barely edited anything….)

The big red house was surrounded by trees that swayed peacefully, without a thought, in the wind - in the middle of nowhere. There was a small barn, and, if you concentrated you might’ve been able to spot a chicken, wandering the yard and pecking at the dirt. Most of the trees were decorated with red apples, who were in their prime. But most of them would eventually bounce down on the ground, and lay there until they turned mushy and brown.

It wasn’t a big farm, but it was enough. If you followed the dirt road a little further down in the forest, you’d eventually arrive at the stable. It’s not particularly big either, just big enough for two horses. And the man who owns them really needed to take better care of them - of all his animals. The only one he really spoiled was his dog, Bowie. He was a medium sized dog, with white fur dusted with both brown and black. He was there for Remus when he needed someone. Because Remus truly had no one, except all of the other animals in his green and luscious garden.

Nevertheless. If you followed the dirt path just a little longer, you’d eventually see a clearing in the trees. There was a small lake, the water shimmering in the afternoon sun, the stars dancing over the horizon. And just like Remus' house, it was also surrounded by a moss green forest. But he never spent much time there. Only some summer nights when it was too hot to be cooped up inside. Only then he biked down to the lake and swam around until his body heat returned back to normal.

But eventually—at the age of twenty six—he realised that he couldn’t spend his life alone. Animals were great, but not especially good if you wanted a real human connection, and it was hard taking care of the farm all by himself. He’d dated a few girls throughout the years, but they hadn’t been anything special. They hadn’t been able to fill the empty void in his heart. Though no one really seemed to be able to. Which is why, all of a sudden, he decided to put out a request for a roommate in the local newspaper. It wasn’t like him at all. But perhaps that was a rather positive thing. And he didn’t expect the person to fill that empty void, but at least offer him some company. He wished for someone around his own age, who would be open to helping around his farm. Though, of course, they had to pay rent. Since Remus had not been doing so well money wise.

It was around three in the afternoon when the train arrived, and it had turned into early spring. He was standing on the station, waiting patiently, shifting from one foot to the other. He knew it was a man. But that was about it. The letter didn’t contain much. He was wearing his best clothes, which was a pair of light brown dress pants and a white shirt, as well as a black—slighlty worn out—coat. He had never been much of a hat man. But he hoped his new roommate didn’t mind that.

The train finally arrived, covering the entire station in smoke, blurring Remus' vision for a few moments. The train was dark red, with small golden details and was so long that it never seemed to end. The air was filled with excited chatter and doors opening, the sound of another train leaving in the distance. But all he could concentrate on was trying to figure out who he was supposed to share a house with. And maybe he was too busy searching the entire platform, because suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me,” he suddenly heard, and quickly turned his head to look behind him. There stood a man in a black suit, holding one brown suitcase in each hand. His features were as polished as his shoes, and his raven black hair flew in the wind as the train left the station. “You wouldn’t happen to be Remus Lupin?” He asked and cocked his head to the side, his knuckles turning white as he clutched one of his suitcases.

Remus gulped and fully turned his body around. “That’s me, yes,” he swallowed hesitantly, his heart starting to thump in his chest.

“Oh, well how marvellous. I’ve looked all over for you,” the man said, a smile spreading on his heart shaped lips.

Remus' gaze flickered and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “You’re Sirius, right? Sirius Black?” He asked. He’d never been particularly good at reading, so he didn’t want to be mistaken.

“Yes, that’s right,” Sirius nodded and raised a faint eyebrow, but kept his mouth shut. “Do you live nearby?”

“Sort of,” Remus mumbled, “but I’ve only brought one bike with me. So we'll have to walk.”

“Right,” Sirius trailed off, looking a little dumbfounded. Perhaps the man had expected something more. Maybe a car. But Remus could never afford one. “For how long exactly?” He asked sceptically, raising one perfect black eyebrow.

“I’d say about thirty minutes or so,” Remus replied and felt a tinge of amusement. Sirius looked like he’d never taken a long walk in his entire life. It wasn’t that he was unfit, he looked almost athletic. But the man probably took a car wherever he went. “Is that a problem Mr Black?” He asked.

“No,” Sirius replied quickly, too quickly, “and call me Sirius.” He corrected Remus, and the smile that broke out on his lips this time, looked very fake.

“Alright,” Remus murmured, but barely even considered Sirius words. If the man was so set on acting like he was better than everyone on the entire planet, he’d be making sure to call him Mr.

The clouds raced across the sky as they walked out of the train station, and Remus could spot a few dead leaves on the pavement. His bike was parked against the building and he told Sirius to wait while he fetched it. When he got back the other man looked very annoyed, but maybe his polite manners were so engraved in his head that he refrained from saying anything. Instead he just glared at Remus as he walked with his bike, a huff stumbling out of his lips. Perhaps it had been a completely awful idea to request a roommate.

They walked in silence, for the first ten minutes, and Remus could feel how his skin began to crawl. Silence he loved, but not when he was with someone he did not know. It made the thoughts in his head grow louder and much stronger. They were much harder to brush away as simply overthinking. Which is why he decided to talk. He had to get to know this complete stranger somehow.

“How come you answered my ad in the paper?” Remus eventually asked as they walked, breaking the silence. The only sound being the gravel under their feet and their ragged breathing.

Sirius was quiet for a while, uncomfortably quiet as the wind blew through his shiny hair. “I’d rather not talk about that,” he finally mumbled.

Remus sighed, but did not give up. Not yet, at least. “Where did you live before?” He tried again.

“London,” Sirius said and Remus almost exhaled in relief when he finally got an answer.

“How did you see my ad then?”

“I was in the neighbourhood,” Sirius replied dryly, his lips pursing into a thin line. “Why the curiosity? It’s like some sort of interrogation.”

Remus' chocolate coloured eyes widened slightly and he couldn’t help but faintly scoff, lowering his gaze as they walked. “I’m sorry if I offended you,” he murmured through gritted teeth, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Sirius mumbled.

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sirius is for the girls

- who look like they have it all but feel like they have nothing.

- who are the life of the party but are secretly falling apart.

- who don't feel like they belong anywhere.

- who try to see the good in anyone, but themselves.

- who care deeply about their friends and are always there for them.

- who are the first to help others but never ask for help themselves.

- who try to start over, but the past keeps catching up.

- who have a controlling mother and an absent father.

- who are pretty without trying.

- who feel secretly lonely.

- who are more sensitive than they are angry (and they’re really angry)

- who are bad at relationships but love anyway.

- who attract chaos without meaning to.

- who seem put together on the outside but are constantly overwhelmed.

- who love fashion.

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i’m sorry but i’m a sucker for sirius having the world's poshest accent and his friends making fun of him for it

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*Sirius doing one of those videos where celebs react to google searches*

Sirius, opening the first google search: Is Sirius Black gay?

Sirius, looking into the camera: Well, I mean I have a boyfriend, his name is Remus, who is two heads taller than me and fucks me into the bed twice a day, but I dunno, really, ask historians;)

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Sometimes we have to remember that at the end of the day, the Marauders are just... guys.

So, in that spirit: James gets a 3D printer and they spent days just plotting & printing random shit.

Regulus’s aesthetic, dark academia home is now filled with plastic plants that are actually chess boards, toothpick holders and magnets.

He can't even complain to Barty & Evan because they immediately hit James up and then they just sit around the printer & *watch* intently.

Regulus considers cutting all contact and moving to the carribean at this point.

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I love when wolfstar are fucking in a lie down and I’ll take care of you way

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I drew this trend too and started with it my new sketchbook 🤭👀

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people might hate me for this one but i think remus and lily dating in fifth/sixth year for a little bit is super cute

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Sirius in thigh high boots

Sirius in thigh high boots

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Truth Coming Out of Her Well

Prompt: H6 Rating: M Relationship: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Word count: 5k

At 35, Remus finds out that the man who repeatedly raped him between the ages of 7 and 12, has finally been caught. He deals with the fall out in ways he is very familiar with. An old partner/friend returns around the same time and offers a surprising amount of support.

How can Remus finally crawl out of the the bottom of the well he's been living in? He finally takes the chance to start climbing.

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Sirius isn’t really sure what he expected for their interview with a possibly murderous ex-cultist, but it definitely wasn’t an outdated Applebee’s in the flat, sprawling city of Greenville or the children’s birthday party happening on the other side of the restaurant.

The car ride here had been awkward and mostly silent, the sort of tentative camaraderie they’d found the last time they talked nowhere to be found, and he’d let Remus make uncomfortable small talk for a little while before he’d started heckling him about his “newer” car, the thing is so old that it doesn’t even have Bluetooth, before he’d amused himself by staring out the window at the passing scenery as twangy music played softly from the radio and occasionally making snippy commentary about it.

“You couldn’t shell out for somewhere a little nicer?” he hisses to Remus as they follow the dead-eyed hostess through the restaurant, dodging a few wayward children as they go. “Was the Waffle House fully booked today?”

“He picked the place, not me,” Remus hisses back, both of them drawing to a stop when the hostess throws the stack of laminated menus down on top of the table of a four person booth, sharing an uneasy look with each other before Sirius takes a quick glance around the restaurant, finding each and every one of the larger tables occupied. 

Of course they are.

chapter twelve of don't look much like a lover (doesn't mean that i won't try) is now available on ao3!

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The Marauders in the Forbidden Forest

This is my first post on tumblr, I just wanted to share my recent Marauders fanart. I spent a long time searching for the perfect photo paper, and I love its texture 😊 (it's Hahnemühle Photo Rag 308 g/m² paper, if someone is interested 😁)

I have other Marauders-themed artwork and handmade clothing decorated with them (some cool denim jackets, for example), I will post them later here but you can also check them out on my insta or ko-fi page ❤️🐾

Instagram: wondercollie.art

Ko-fi: wondercollieart

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sirius ‘got your mother in a whirl, she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl’ black