Creon - Polynices was a rebel and a traitor, and you know it.

Antigone - He was my brother.

a little bit of black siblings angst like we all love

more famous!au headcanons

okay so popstar sirius, obviously

he's THE fashion girlie like every red carpet/music video/random pap he's in designer (mugler first and foremost but also prada)

known for wearing like. 8 inch platform boots onstage

started as a bedroom pop teen and morphed into club music as he got more famous, goes back to a singer/songwriter vibe when he breaks w his parents' label

writes songs w reg

james is his 'bodyguard' aka paid to hang out w him all day

remus is a folk artist from south carolina and has a deep smooth accent

does not crave fame but just wants people to hear his music

lily is his manager and marlene is his producer

everyone is constantly thirsting after him and he is very confused by this

does not spend his money. like has a bestselling album but his boots have holes in them

remus opens for sirius on tour

the twitter theories about them start immediately and are everywhere. they never comment on it but certainly do not help matters by constantly appearing w one another

‘roses are fallin’, roses from fallin’ for you’

- roses are falling, orveille peck

there's a fame au in my head where sirius is just a worldwide phenomenon popstar and remus is just some folk/country artist that randomly attracted the attention of hordes of lesbians

Professor Remus J. Lupin ✨

no thoughts just marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon marlene mckinnon

hello lovelies chapter 2 is here !!!!!

it's me again! ch 2 of dreaming of after coming in the next couple days, here's a little excerpt for u all:

"Oh Christ, Lupin," Sirius rolled his eyes, throwing open the silverware drawer and fetching a fork.  "Thank god," Remus said, grabbing the fork and leaning across the island to dig into Sirius' container. "Sorry, mate, I'm starving." "You just ate, didn't you?" Sirius asked incredulously, to which Remus just shrugged. The man's appetite had always astounded him. Since they were kids, Remus ate about twice as much as the rest of them, always trailing behind to finish someone’s leftovers. "Are you driving back to your parents' tonight?" Remus groaned around the noodles he'd shoved in his mouth. "Traffic was bloody awful. Complete nightmare. Do you mind?" Sirius felt his heart stutter. Here they were, acting so casual and familiar with one another, like absolutely nothing had happened. How long would it last? If Remus spent the night, would he end up angry at Sirius by morning? Or could they pretend until he left again? "It's your house, Remus," Sirius said softly, "you don't need to ask." Remus struggled down a swallow. "Right. Thanks." An unbearably awkward silence grew before them. They took turns pulling bites out of the container, Sirius’ small and manageable while Remus shoved his mouth full every single time. For a long moment, the only sound was their forks scraping against the cardboard and subsequent chewing. Then, they both spoke at once. "So I'll be--" "Do we still have that bottle of wine?" "Um, what?" Sirius furrowed his brow, a bit shocked by the question.  "You know, the one we were saving for 'a nice occasion,'" Remus said, putting air quotes around the phrase. "Figure this is as good an opportunity as any." Sirius was both honored and heartbroken. Honored, because Remus was willing to share a bottle of wine with him, and heartbroken, because he was right-- they weren't really ever going to have a nice occasion again, not one they'd be celebrating together. So, yes, it was as good an opportunity as any. The bottle went embarrassingly fast. Before Sirius quite knew what was happening, they were red wine-drunk together on the couch, faces flushed, legs tangled together. And then they were kissing on the couch. And then Remus’ mouth was on his neck, his freakishly large hands bracketing his waist. And then Sirius was in the air, being carried into their bedroom as he licked into Remus’ mouth, his hands knotted in Remus’ hair. And then Remus was kneeling above him on the bed, hair mussed and lips red and eyes shot through with desire, and Sirius was a weak, weak man.

Wolfstar ❤️

i'm sorry but i've never seen a barty ship i don't like. bartylus. rosekiller. sunkiller. bitchkiller. moonrosekiller. partyvan. they are all insanely chaotic and i love him for that

i feel like sirius and remus are that couple that you cannot leave alone in a room for more than thirty seconds. like peter goes down to the common room to get a book and by the time he's back they're already making out. james turns around in the hall bc he forgot something and when he gets back they're already naked. u just cannot trust them at all and i respect them so much for that

I’ll stand by ‘Remus is such a loser but he’s a god in bed’ till I die

it's me again! ch 2 of dreaming of after coming in the next couple days, here's a little excerpt for u all:

"Oh Christ, Lupin," Sirius rolled his eyes, throwing open the silverware drawer and fetching a fork.  "Thank god," Remus said, grabbing the fork and leaning across the island to dig into Sirius' container. "Sorry, mate, I'm starving." "You just ate, didn't you?" Sirius asked incredulously, to which Remus just shrugged. The man's appetite had always astounded him. Since they were kids, Remus ate about twice as much as the rest of them, always trailing behind to finish someone’s leftovers. "Are you driving back to your parents' tonight?" Remus groaned around the noodles he'd shoved in his mouth. "Traffic was bloody awful. Complete nightmare. Do you mind?" Sirius felt his heart stutter. Here they were, acting so casual and familiar with one another, like absolutely nothing had happened. How long would it last? If Remus spent the night, would he end up angry at Sirius by morning? Or could they pretend until he left again? "It's your house, Remus," Sirius said softly, "you don't need to ask." Remus struggled down a swallow. "Right. Thanks." An unbearably awkward silence grew before them. They took turns pulling bites out of the container, Sirius’ small and manageable while Remus shoved his mouth full every single time. For a long moment, the only sound was their forks scraping against the cardboard and subsequent chewing. Then, they both spoke at once. "So I'll be--" "Do we still have that bottle of wine?" "Um, what?" Sirius furrowed his brow, a bit shocked by the question.  "You know, the one we were saving for 'a nice occasion,'" Remus said, putting air quotes around the phrase. "Figure this is as good an opportunity as any." Sirius was both honored and heartbroken. Honored, because Remus was willing to share a bottle of wine with him, and heartbroken, because he was right-- they weren't really ever going to have a nice occasion again, not one they'd be celebrating together. So, yes, it was as good an opportunity as any. The bottle went embarrassingly fast. Before Sirius quite knew what was happening, they were red wine-drunk together on the couch, faces flushed, legs tangled together. And then they were kissing on the couch. And then Remus’ mouth was on his neck, his freakishly large hands bracketing his waist. And then Sirius was in the air, being carried into their bedroom as he licked into Remus’ mouth, his hands knotted in Remus’ hair. And then Remus was kneeling above him on the bed, hair mussed and lips red and eyes shot through with desire, and Sirius was a weak, weak man.

chapter 1 is here!!

little piece of my upcoming wolfstar fic xoxoxo

Sirius wasn't sure at what point it had all gone wrong, only that it had. He woke up on a Tuesday morning, a crick in his neck from the arm of the couch, and was certain he was getting a divorce. He wasn't sure how long things had been heading this way. Weeks, probably-- months, even. Maybe it was always going to happen, he wasn't sure. It was happening now, and that was all that seemed to matter. He and Remus were going to get a divorce. At some point, things had dismantled. Dismantled was a good word for it, Sirius thought. Not broken or fallen apart, those were too sudden. Just dismantled. He could look across their living room and see the pieces of their marriage strewn about the floor, pieces removed from where they once functioned. They used to fit together, a well-oiled machine, but now all the things that used to make them work were separate, were grinding against one another.  With great difficulty, Sirius sat up. His throat burned with unshed tears, and the weight of the knowledge of what was to come sat heavy in his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to curl back under the comforter he'd dragged from the bedroom and cry himself back to sleep. He wanted Remus. He wanted to cry into Remus' arms and tell him everything that was wrong, and that want made the burn shift from the back of his throat into his eyes. Before he knew it, and without trying, he was crying. He pressed the butts of his palms into his eyes, using the sleeves of his sweater to soak the tears from his eyes. A door opened behind him. Without thinking, Sirius' head turned toward the noise, bearing his flushed cheeks and teary eyes to Remus, who watched him with an empty gaze.

Sirius Black you will always be famous

what if I said barty crouch jr?

regulus would accidentally go viral on tiktok and it would piss sirius off so bad. like sirius has lighting, editing, makeup, etc and then regulus just posts a video of him blinking w some trending sound and a shitty filter no tags and it gets hundreds of thousands of views in an hour

absolutely stunning gorgeous sirius is so important to me. like he’s just classically beautiful in the way that makes you stop walking if you passed him on the street. the parallel of the house of black being all put together and picturesque on the outside but so dark and messed up on the inside versus sirius valuing his looks above all else because it’s what people appreciate for but screaming and traumatised on the inside ughhhh it hits so hard