#omg sirius

[tamprongs-and-padsfoot]

James: Alright- so I can date your brother?

Sirius: Yeah!

-like an hour later-

James: Hey Pads, when will Regulus be free for our date?

Sirius: what?! Why would he be free?!

James:

James: well you see- i nEED YOUR BROTHER TO BE THERE FOR OUR DATE

[lulublack90]

Prompt 12 - Bombardo

@wolfstarmicrofic March 12, word count 266

“I don’t like this wall.” Sirius mused, running his hands across the wall dividing the kitchen from the dining room. “If we knock it down, it’ll open up the space, and we can get a larger dining table. Remus glanced up at him from the book he was taking notes from. 

“If that’s what you want to do, it’s your house.” 

“Our house.” Sirius corrected. “But what do you think? Good idea or not?”  He went back to running his hands over the cream-painted wall. 

“If you want to open the kitchen up, do it. I don’t mind either way.” 

“Very helpful. Thank you, Remus.” Sirius rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. “Hmm, I think I’m gonna do it.” He pulled out his wand. “Bombardo!” The wall exploded, firing chunks of plaster and concrete at them. 

“Merlin, Sirius!” Remus yelled. “You could have brought the whole house down!” Sirius turned around grimacing, covered from head to foot in dust. 

“Sorry. Probably should have used a more delicate spell.” 

“No, you think?” It was Remus’s turn to roll his eyes. With a flick of his wand, he tidied up the room. He walked over to the wall, surveying it. He bit his lip and waved his wand in complicated little movements that eventually vanished the wall. 

Sunlight poured into the space from the dining room’s window. Remus put his arm around Sirius’s shoulders. 

“You were right, sweetheart. This room is better opened up.” He kissed the top of Sirius’s head and returned to his book, enjoying the sun’s warmth that was now shining across the kitchen table. 

[cndarts]

( ˘ ³˘(◡‿◡˶) muas <3

[lilyevansmywife]

Sirius is jealous of Remus' friends with whom he spends every Friday and returns happy. Then he finds out that Remus is hanging out with a couple of old ladies at the reading club. But he's still jealous and then Remus invites him to a meeting and Sirius gets a thousand compliments and ten lollipops and now it's Remus' turn to be jealous.

[matiisnottrash]

hey so, i did the sketch of this one, and since you are liking so much the last wolfstar fanart that i did then i decided to start digitalising all the sketches that i have of them (most of them)

here we have Remus being all *nom, nom* with Sirius

my first thought was "date ended well?"

[rosekillerbf]

Sirius, trying to reconnect with Regulus: So… got a girlfriend?

Regulus: Tell me exactly what about me makes you think I like girls so I can change it immediately.

[prostoshtyka]

He denies that he needs glasses (although who doesn't need them after 12 years in prison) and wears Remus glasses just because he can

[addsalwayssick]

The real way Sirius and James became friends

[Its cold outside, and James’s nose is bright red]

11 yr old Sirius: You look like Rudolph the red nose reindeer

11 yr old James: That’s hurtful

Sirius: Sorry

James: it’s okay

Sirius:

James:

Sirius: can we be best friends

James: sure

Sirius: okay

James: meet me at my house in 20 minutes

Sirius: i don’t know where your house is

James: oh right

James: go to the park and i’ll get you from there

Sirius: okay cool

James: cool

[silence-between-seconds]

free pandora from her angel allegations. my girl is batshit

she was canonically a mad scientist and she died while doing her mad scientist things. she's crazy and insane and I love her for it.

[ziggystardustyy]

Wolfstar and jegulus have joint movie nights where remus and regulus always insist on watching a horror movie and james and sirius scream at every jumpscare and have to hide their faces behind cushions while remus and regulus laugh at them

[foursaints]

no more infighting the diversity of taste in marauders fandom is my favorite thing about being here… just saw barty hate describing him as a creepy arrogant coward with emotional regulation issues probably hunched over a desk doodling dead animals and my instinctual response was 🥰🥰 hell yes he is….. that’s my boy 💞💞…… at the same time i love the marauders but it’s the most hilariously fruitless thing ever when i see someone trying to explain to me that the gryffindors MUST be more likable as characters because they are “kind” and “brave” and “not incredibly morally reprehensible”…… what if i like the spineless terrorist torturer character. what if i want him carnally. what if i’m saying he did nothing wrong and lovingly readjusting his house arrest ankle bracelet. where does that leave us now

[vajazzly]

ok im remembering that lyall lupin is like a. Magical Creatures Expert in canon and im thinking about little eleven year old remus getting to hogwarts and of course people ask about his scars right away because theyre eleven and he just launches into these absurd stories about being in the field with his dad and getting attacked by dragons and hippogriffs and all sorts of creatures, and everyones like ???? but how else would an eleven year old get a scar like that? and he does know an awful lot about magical creatures. he uses the "my dad wants me to come with him to observe dragon migration patterns, seeya tuesday" excuse for full moons often enough that its a certified part of his excuse rotation. everyone sort of has to believe it but hes also small and scrawny and bookish and some people think hes lying until they see his rugged, scruffy, (hot) field researcher dad with a few interesting scars of his own 😍😍

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Modern AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 23, word count 937

Sirius gripped his coffee as though it were a lifeline. It was the biggest, strongest coffee he could find, watered down with copious amounts of milk. He took little sips as he logged into his computer at work, brought up his list of tasks for the day and slowly began muddling his way through. 

He’d gone out last night with James, against his better judgement, not that it took much persuasion on James’s part. All he had to do was bat his hazels at him, and Sirius was putty in his hands. 

He’d been having a great time, downing drinks, shaking his arse to the vintage jukebox and then woken up in some fit lad’s bed, hence the massive coffee and the mind-numbing hangover. He’d crept quietly out of the little flat and stumbled his way down the harsh concrete steps that smelled like weed, piss and, for some bizarre reason, hairspray. Sirius had rushed home, hopped in the shower, changed his clothes and hurried to the coffee shop on the corner. He couldn’t even remember the man’s name. He put it out of his mind, reasoning that he’d never see him again anyway. 

It took an age for the little digital clock on his computer screen to blink to 12:00 and signal lunchtime. 

Feeling the need for greasy food, he went to pull out his mobile to order a McDonald’s when he realised he didn’t have it. He checked all his pockets and his bag. It wasn’t there. The panic had just set in that it had been stolen at the bar last night when his computer alerted him to a new email on his personal account. 

‘Hi, erm, I guess Sirius. Sorry, I didn’t get your name last night 😬.

So anyway, I have your phone. You must have left it here when you snuck out this morning. (You are not sneaky, by the way! Like an elephant in size nines!) But yeah, anytime you want to come by and get it is fine. I’ll be in all day. Crap, I hope you get this email, or I’ve just got myself a new phone. It’s actually a big upgrade to mine. On second thoughts, it’s mine now, mwahaha 😈!

Thanks 

Remus Lupin.’

Sirius stared at the words for a few minutes, taking them in, before picking up the work phone from his desk and phoning himself. 

“Hello?” A voice on the other end answered. “Hi, I’m not Sirius. He left his phone at mine last night.”

“Hi, Remus. It’s me. Sirius.” He added in case he hadn’t realised.

Well, I guessed when you used my name. I highly doubt anyone in your phone book knows who I am. Especially ginger toss pot number 1. There’s more than one ginger toss pot?” Remus snickered. 

“Wait, how do you know that, and how did you get my email address? Have you hacked into my phone?!” He felt outraged. How had he even gotten in, though? It was password-protected.

“Sirius, 6969 is not a strong password. Plus, I could see where you’d jabbed at the screen to unlock it. You really need to clean your phone.” Remus went on. 

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.” He paused for a second, trying to rein in the snarkiness. “I don’t finish work until 5. Is it alright to come over after that?”

“Sure,” Remus answered. “I’ll be in.” 

“Great, thanks.” Sirius forced a smile on his face so Remus could hear his sincerity.

“Who’s Specky Dick Nuts?  Because they’ve been blowing up your phone all morning before I woke up and found it. They seem to have stopped now, though.”

“Oh, that’s my best mate James. Oh shit, if he’s gone quiet, he’s probably tracking my phone. Er, be prepared. He probably thinks I need rescuing.” There was a loud thudding on the other end of the line. 

“Er, I think your friend might be here,” Remus whispered into the phone. 

“Put me on speaker so I can talk to him.” He heard the faint click as he was put on speaker and the sound of Remus unlocking the four locks on his door. 

“Hi, you must be James,” Remus said. 

“Where is he?!” James’s voice was stern and full of concern. 

“James, mate. I’m fine. I’m at work. I just forgot to pick up my phone this morning. This is Remus, by the way. He kindly let me know he had it.” He prayed that was enough to call off the Potter inquisition. 

“Oh, cool. Hi, Remus.” 

“Hi, James.” 

“Sorry, I thought you were some lunatic. And you were keeping him prisoner.” 

“Oh, don’t worry. Happens all the time.” The phone line was filled with laughter, and Sirius had to hold his receiver away from his head.

“Hey, James, can you take my phone, seeing as you’re there?”

“Sure thing.”

“Thanks, Remus.” He managed to say before James hung him up. He felt oddly dejected for some reason but brushed it off. 

When he came back from lunch, he found a new email, this time from Remus’s actual address.     

‘Can I take you out on a date?’ 

It said. Sirius felt a surge of joy and so replied.  

‘What do you have in mind?’

‘Dinner? Movie? Massive shagathon?’ 

Sirius choked on his own spit at Remus’s reply. He coughed as he typed back.  

‘Jesus, Remus. Are you always so forward?’

‘What can I say? You made an impression 😉.’

‘Yeah, go on then.’

And that was how Sirius found himself for the second morning in a row in Remus Lupin’s bed. But this time, he didn’t sneak out.

[seven-ruins-it]

"Seems like all we do is feel around for the soft parts of each other so we know where to put the knife," Remus whispers, afraid as he always is of something in the greater world to hear them, to take this from them.

"That’s what all of them do, though, isn’t it?" Sirius' voice vibrates through the leg he's resting on.

"Who?"

Sirius looks up, clear grey eyes, 20 storms condensed in a good man. "Lovers."

[mon-mi]

First post since i accidentally deleted my art account

[addsalwayssick]

being in the marauders fandom is like ‘where the hell did this ship come from? i mean, i support but wtf?’