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El amor de mi vida ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I have been sooo busy this month, therefore it is just a portrait study this month :') I am working on another really awesome art project, which has completely nothing to do with my Sirius works. However, the other project might help me to live off my artsy stuff one day. Perhaps. 🥲 (and it is also really fun!) This time I tried to paint a more dangerous, angry looking Sirius. I also recognized I am painting him slightly too young (in my opinion), so I also tried to fix that.^^

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Had a long time to try to remember.

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wand - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 157

"Monty, dear!" Effie called down the hall to her husband. "You've grabbed my wand by accident again!"

James, who was sitting at the table nearby, chuckled to himself. "Third time this week," he laughed.

Sirius smiled from his spot next to him. "It's cute! I wonder how they don't notice quickly, though." Whenever he'd had to use James's wand in the past, he'd always felt a difference. Like his magic wasn't quite as strong. When he'd stolen his father's wand without permission once, the damn thing had near-exploded. The only person's wand he'd ever really been able to get to work just as well for him was--

"Oh, it's common with people who are in love," James explained. "The wands recognize that kind of deep connection, I think."

Sirius stared. "But..I can get Remus's wand to work well for me, and we're not in love!"

But James only laughed, shaking his head. "Keep telling yourself that, Pads."

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*During a truth or dare game*

James: I dare you to prank call your dad!

Sirius: Pfff That's it? *takes out phone* Siri, call Dad.

Siri: Calling "Daddy"

Sirius: NO NO NO–

*Remus' phone rings*

Everyone in the room: ...

Sirius: I swear this isn't what it looks like.

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Es increíble como puedes extrañar tanto a alguien que ni conoces... T_T

ok i'm genuinely logging off tumblr for a bit. Sorry for all the messages I haven't responded to yet, I really appreciate you, and I'll be back...eventually. :)

CH Hermit Time starts...now.

brb!!!!

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Remus: Padfoot! You broke all my quills?! Fuck you.

Sirius: Go on then.

Remus: What?

Sirius: What?

- - -

Remus: Padfoot! You got me self-inking quills?! I could kiss you.

Sirius: Go on then.

Remus: What?

Sirius: What?

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from bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to political fugitives on the run

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what will you do when the war is over

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sirius has a Thing for remus’ scars. he traces over them whenever they’re in close proximity. he practically memorized all of them and could draw them out. he thinks they’re the most beautiful (and sexy) Thing.

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Some rare wolfstar on my dash from @ok_Danka because it was just too much for my weary heart.

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“Can I kiss the teacher or is it immoral?”

“Sirius, you’re not my student.”

“Yeah, but you’re such a prude when you’re in your teacher mode.”

“What? I’m not!”

“Yes! You are.”

“Ok. Maybe. But… we are not at school… this just our kitchen so…”

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Jean-Claude Van Damme in Bloodsport, 1988 Lionheart, 1990 Legionnaire, 1998

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Remus: If my book is open, your mouth should be shut.

Sirius: *shuts Remus’ book*

Sirius: *opens his mouth*

Sirius: I don’t actually have anything to say right now but I wanted to spite you.

Sirius: How ‘bout I just say stuff without thinking?

Sirius: Like, your lips look pretty, can I kiss them?

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What is this?? An ACTUAL wolfstar fanart from me?? It seems so!! I finally got around to draw something decent for Sirius and Remus! I really like the marauders era and everything about it, and I like this ship a lot, it’s always kinda in background for me whenever I create some AU or illustration so it was only a matter of time before I finally gave in and draw them u3u I hope you’ll it, let me know what do you think ♥

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Silver

Remus was used to silver causing him pain. It was one of the few reliable ways to hurt a werewolf.

But now it also meant something else. It was the pain of loss, of betrayal, of secrets. The loss of those silver eyes hurt more than using the wrong fork or coming in contact with his mother's old jewelry.

It had been so many years that he didn't expect to feel anything when he suddenly saw those silver eyes again. Nothing mattered anymore except that Sirius was home.

Word count: 88

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Title: First Impressions

Rating: PG

Prompt: Jockey from @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 298

Summary: Sirius makes a new best friend when visiting Remus’s parents for the first time.

I am writing a fic for each of the prompts this month. You can read all of them here.

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Sirius placed a hand on Hope’s arm and she stopped turning the page of the photo album. Eyes wide with glee, Sirius brought the album closer to him and gasped. “Who is this?” he asked.

Hope laughed. “That’s Remus,” she said.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “No, I know that’s Remus, but he’s tiny,” he said, in disbelief. “How did this,” he said, pointing to the photograph of a young Remus standing at the top of a playground slide, “Turn into that?” he asked, pointing across the room to where his six-foot-four bronze-medallist boyfriend was talking to his father, his long limbs comically sprawled all around him.

When Hope had asked if Sirius wanted to see childhood photos of Remus, Sirius had hastily said yes while ignoring Remus’s pleas for his mother to stop. After seeing the excitement on Sirius’s face, he had sighed and sat next to Lyall, a slightly pained look on his face as he watched Hope bring out no less than six albums from the cupboard.

“Want to hear a secret?” Hope asked, her eyes gleaming, gesturing for Sirius to come closer. “He wanted to be a jockey, but poor thing grew too tall by the time he was fourteen, which is why he switched to basketball,” she said.

“Oh, please tell me there are photos of him on a horse,” Sirius begged. His mind filled with visions of a tiny Remus riding a horse over the Welsh countryside and he was hoping to makes copies of photos if they existed for their new home.

Hope’s eyes gleamed. “There’s almost a whole album. I’ll go get it,” she said.

Sirius laughed out loud.  “Oh, Hope,” he said, kissing her cheek, “I think you and I are going to be the very best of friends.”