#artist sirius

[silverameco]

here me out, the Black Brothers are Simps™️

artist Sirius has a sketchbook filled with drawings of Remus and every part of him

writer Regulus has a notebook filled with love poems and sad gay poetry about James

[florsial]

Sirius who is an artist, one day decides to give a go at the subject of Hamlet’s Ophelia, specifically her death, since many artist before has painted her.

He goes about it with ease, like his mind has managed to think of every small detail. His body moves like muscle memory.

And when he finally stops and puts his pencil down to look at the sketch. He finds that he didn’t sketch Ophelia in water.

He sketched Regulus, his brother who drowned years ago.

[suckersakaria]

remus lupin listens to bo burnham when hes angry at his artist boyfriend and also society I dont make the rules

[writer-of-sorts]

written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: justice

Sirius chews on his lip, fingers fiddling with the white cloth covering the canvas.

“I haven’t painted since Azkaban,” Sirius begins nervously, “So I-I know it’s not my best work, but I really wanted to show this to you. It’s okay if you don’t like it. I’m not expecting—”

“—Sirius,” Remus interjects sharply.

Sirius’s wide-eyed gaze snaps to him. Seeing the panic in his expression, Remus’ eyes soften.

“It’s alright,” Remus murmurs warmly, “I want to see it. Please show it to me.”

Sirius swallows and nods. With trembling hands, he pulls the cover off.

And there, staring back at Remus in artful strokes of earthy colours, is a portrait of himself.

Though, the Remus in the portrait is a lot more handsome in his opinion. Portrait-Remus was all sandy curls and twinkling eyes, flashing an eye-crinkling smile. Even his scars seem to glisten silver, like moonlight.

Is this how Sirius sees me?

“Do-do you like it?” Sirius asks tentatively, voice almost quivering.

Remus doesn’t reply, stunned into silence by the beauty and significance of Sirius’ painting.

“I know no painting can ever do justice to you. But I tried, Remus. I tried. It’s okay if you don’t—”

“—I love it.”

Remus finally tears his gaze away from the painting. His eyes meet Sirius’, and something between his ribcage melts.

“I love you.”

[jennandblitz]

inspiration

Sirius flips through his sketchbook, sighing softly. Everything he’s drawn recently has been utterly lacking in any kind of spark. Even his favourite things to draw are falling by the wayside, they look stiff and ugly, lacking in life. Art school is harder than Sirius expected—his muse has always been fickle and he’s always been a slave to it, but having to consistently turn out this much work without any real inspiration is hard.

He’d nearly skipped this life drawing class, wanting to stay at home and daub paint uselessly on a canvas until it started making sense, but he’s here now. The door to the studio opens and the lecturer starts talking, introducing the class. Lily is sat beside him, already doodling away with a pencil in her hand and another in her hair, already engrossed in drawing something from that lively imagination of hers. 

Who do you think our model will be today? Lily writes on the corner of her notebook, tilting it towards Sirius. That opera singer was cool.

Sirius hums, flipping to a blank page. Honestly anyone interesting. I’m so stuck.

Lily gives him a sympathetic look as she bites at the end of her pencil, tutting softly. 

The door to the studio opens once more and Sirius looks up to the sound of scuffling feet on the hardwood floor. His jaw drops. Standing there is the most stunning man he’s ever seen—a mop of curls crammed under a beanie, a crooked nose, a shy, crooked smile. To anyone else, Sirius’d wager he looks unassuming, passable in fact, but Sirius can already feel his fingers itching with the urge to draw. He can’t take his eyes off of this man.

“Alright everyone,” the lecturer says, but Sirius has already flipped to a new page and started a sketch of that face. He hasn’t even thought about the fact the man is going to get undressed shortly, or anything beyond that face, full to the brim with inspiration. “This is Remus.”

@wolfstarmicrofic

[bbloodyashes]

Sirius who has paint on his forearms because that’s where he wipes his paintbrush

[webb3rzz]

i neeed musician regulus and painter sirius, i understand some see it the other way around but im sorry i cannot see regulus painting, that man would be HORRIBLE at it and sirius couldn't play any instruament to save his life, except the piano, he could play the piano.

[ivedonemywaiting]

I’m apparently on a roll this week! New Chapter of Love Must Clean House is up! Check the CWs in the chapter notes x

Sirius looks up at him suddenly, a flush painting his cheeks. “Moony, I know it’s probably too soon to say this, and I probably shouldn’t say it after today, but all this is happening because of you, my life is so much better because of you, and you don’t have to say it back and I understand if you don’t feel the same way - ”

Remus’ heart is pounding in his chest. “Sirius - ”

“I love you,” Sirius blurts out, “I’m so, completely, utterly in love with you.”

Remus feels himself smile so wide it might crack his face open. “I am so, completely, head over heels in love with you too.”

Sirius sits up in surprise. “Really?”

“Really,” Remus replies, leaning up to brush a kiss over Sirius’ lips, as Sirius presses into him hungrily. “I love everything about you.”

Sirius’ hands are working their way under Remus’ shirt. “I was drowning, before I met you, I was drowning, and you gave me a reason to breathe.”

[oncewaspoisonivynowimurdaisy]

Regulus looks down at the heavy cream-colored envelope in his hands. It feels like a ticking bomb, one that might go off any second, the shrapnel piercing through his heart. His name and address are delicately spelled out on it in swooping cursive letters, the ink glistening in the slant of the morning light. The card inside the envelope is printed on thick, luxurious paper in that same rich cream color, and he's read and reread it so many times he could practically recite it. The golden foil text is etched on the inside of his eyelids.

James Fleamont Potter, it says, and Lily Theodora Evans, together with their families, cordially invite you to celebrate their union. 

[mvnvgedmischief]

unremarkable days: Sirius black is trying to be a good man, a good brother, a good person. Sirius has a steady job designing book covers for a publishing house, a flat he never leaves, and a traumatized brother who was just removed from the custody of his parents. All in all, it's wildly unremarkable.

archive tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Marauders, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Modern Marauders (Harry Potter), Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), ok so this is mostly just sirius trying to take care of a traumatized regulus, Modern AU, Sirius trying to be a father figure, to his brother who was just removed from his home, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Artist Sirius Black, Writer Remus Lupin, Young Regulus Black, Past Child Abuse, Trauma, everyone is sad, Custody Battle, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Past Domestic Violence, Child Abuse, Anorexia, Eating Disorders, Domestic Violence

words: 68,843, chapters: 20/?, 

this is kind of my baby in terms of fics i’ve written, i love it so much. it will probably end up around 30 chapters, but lord knows. artist!sirius x writer!remus in a modern take on a high society young adult recovering from his fall from grace while trying to hide his sexuality, take care of his brother, and fall in love. will his secret self destruction be the only thing that stands between him and the future he wants? 

read it on ao3 here! 

[shipsgaysfordays]

I love love artist AUs so artist Sirius??

I don’t have so much written in it yet, it’s more some lines that I considered putting in a different fic but then decided not to. I still have the file though because at some point I really do want to make a longer fic about it.

Until he heard a whisper from the space behind him, “Damn Padfoot, that’s a nice drawing of him. Think you’ll draw a different model…like maybe Lily next?”

“Why would I draw Lily?” Sirius whispers back.

“Well, why would you draw Moony?” James says with a smirk.

“...because I want to Prongs, fuck off.”

“Ah, young lo–”

Sirius shoved James mid sentence.

[doodlemcjazzhands]

I need an outlet for my marauders brainrot, so here I am, crawling back to tumblr

[rosiexjo]

It’s in his eyes

[snadwich-underscore]

Regulus: "How mad would mum be if we shagged them?"

Sirius: "Oh she'd be thrilled."

[jaioes]

Hot chocolate and tricks, moony’s books and coffee shop!

[spookeart]

Again, just Wolfstar being the best friends there is and totally not making out outside the pub