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starelliie · 1 day
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shorter meaning <5k
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leftwiththeriverr · 4 months
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Resting
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cauldroncakesandwine · 7 months
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Art by @whoisflattery
“I don’t think suffering is required to make art. I think we make art in spite of the pain. I think we create even in the darkest of times because we are compelled to create. Because art calls to us, it heals us. Some people do yoga, meditate, pray, exercise... we create. It’s no different. When we experience pain, we’re all just finding a way to the other side, trying to get through it. Looking for the light in the darkness, art is our light.” “I hope you’re right.”
the art of black
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dara-art · 2 months
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art for ff Sweater Weather by lumosinlove 🧡
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artbyace · 1 year
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sirius and remus from you wouldn’t like me by @crushofdoves !!
i love this fic and this scene so much and had to draw!! hope i did it justice (if i missed any details im sorry go easy on me 😭 <33)
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xjustakay · 5 months
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It’s another not-quite-kiss, reminiscent of the suspended moment in time out on the patio at the Beachcomber. Only this time, instead of kissing him, Remus blows smoke between Sirius’ slightly parted lips, right into his waiting mouth where he inhales it himself.
absolutely insanely in love with this commission by evix.art on instagram of wolfstar from chapter 6 of baby, all i wanna do is coast (with you)!! so so thankful for her incredible work on this scene; i'm irrationally obsessed with it and with them<33
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jamesandthedog · 7 months
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"She's cute, right?" James asks.
He's staring across the room.
Sirius moves his knight on the chess board and follows James' gaze. He laughs when he sees the red-head Lily Evans chatting with her friends on the other side of their common room.
"What?" James asks.
Sirius glances at him.
They're thirteen and it's the first time James really talks about girls. And even if girls and dates and kisses are new and not particularly something Sirius is interested in, he knows the rules. He was taught before he even understood what dating a girl meant.
"She's a Muggleborn," Sirius shrugs as he states the obvious.
"So?"
There's defiance in James voice, it reminds Sirius of the times he used to refer the likes of Lily Evans with much worse vocabulary. It was James and their friends to make him change his ways.
Sirius sighs.
"It's fine by me," he says, honestly. "But I doubt your parents would approve."
James frowns. At first Sirius thinks he's acknowledged the problem and trying to come up with a way to pursuit his crush without his parents ever finding out. And really, how could they, James doesn't have cousins to tell on him.
But it's not that. James looks at him the way he does when he's trying to read deep into his mind. Like James did when they had their first discussions about blood supremacy. Or when Sirius was walking funny after last summer break. He had hurt his back falling down the stairs after an argument with his mother, but that wasn't the sort of thing to discuss with... Anyone really.
James' expression clears, he leans back and makes his move on the chess board.
"Your parents want you to marry a pureblood," James states.
Sirius shrugs.
"Of course. Yours don't?"
"Dad would probably prefer if I'd marry a Muggleborn. She could teach him how to use the Muggle box he bought for warming up food," James says.
Sirius stares at him, and it has nothing to do with the said Muggle device. He'd look more surprised, but he learned to hide his feelings years ago.
He knows James' family thinks Muggleborns can do anything a pureblood can. But it's one thing to treat people equally on the streets, another to break something as holy as the pure bloodline.
Sirius had thought marrying a pureblood was given, a duty, a fact, something every pureblood did. But here he is, looking at the heir of the Potter family - an heir who clearly doesn't follow any of the rules Sirius had been taught since the day he was born.
As Sirius looks at James, he realises it looks like freedom. Not that Sirius even really cares about girls and marriage, but for the first time he sees that James truly has everything. Money, brains, parents who send him sweets and chocolate even when he doesn't ask for it. But more than that, James has options. He can choose his future.
"Are you ok?" James asks bringing Sirius back from his thoughts.
"Yeah." He answers before focusing on the chess board again. "But if I have to marry someone like Carrow and you get to choose, the least you can do is to lose the game!"
His knight eats James' horse.
"Hey, it's not that bad." James says comfortingly and moves his queen out of the way. Then he grins and Sirius knows he's up to no good.
"You can choose too. If you don't want Carrow you can always take one of your cousins," James suggests as sincerely as a mischievous pre-teen can.
The sofa cushion hits James before he has time to dodge, and then the chess pieces fly around as Sirius reaches over the sofa table to James.
When Remus Lupin descends to the Gryffindor common room a few minutes later, his two friends are a messy, wrestling and laughing pile of loosened ties and wrinkled ropes on the floor.
He shakes his head and sits on the sofa after removing a few misplaced chess pieces. He takes a fat book out of his bag and continues his day as if two wrestling thirteen-year-olds in his feet were nothing but an ordinary day.
As he reads Sirius launches from the floor to find a safe haven next to him - James knows better than to bother his reading. When the long haired boy leans his head against Remus' shoulder and shows his tongue at James, something extraordinary happens. Nobody notices, but the corners of Remus Lupin's lips turn into a smile behind his book.
Sirius Black has many things to learn and unlearn during his Hogwarts years. And dating girls - or not dating them - is definitely one of those.
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greenvlvetcouch · 1 year
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“Don't drop me,” Sirius shouted, arms coming around his neck, and Remus grinned, leaning back a bit as he stood. He felt Sirius shriek as his arms tightened around his neck, his chin pressed against the top of his head.
He stood, gripping the top of Sirius’s thighs tightly, and shifted him a bit, so he leaned forward. He heard Sirius yelp before laughing, and it was of those fucking laughs, and it made Remus want to cry as he glanced up at Sirius.
A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety, Chapter 5: Living Reflection From A Dream.
their six minutes and forty-four second moment. a million and one thank you's to flattery. i'll be a broken record, but el captures them perfectly every time &lt;3
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theknightswhosay · 4 months
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Wardrobe changes
Sirius never wears scarves.
Even in the depths of Scotland’s winter with Hogwarts buried in two feet of snow, the woolliest item he might fathom is a set of gloves. But never a scarf.
Thus, one Saturday as he sits down to breakfast, the bright yellow material wrapped snug around his neck draws attention.
“You’re wearing a scarf,” Peter states.
“Are you a Hufflepuff now, Pads?” James adds, “Yellow’s really not your colour.”
“I can wear a scarf if I want to.”
“I didn’t even think you owned something so practical,” James replies.
Remus is silent. Fortunately, Sirius has drawn too much attention for either of their friends to notice his sudden inability to make eye contact with any of them.
“Just because you can’t pull off such a bold fashion statement,” says Sirius around a mouthful of beans, “doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t.”
But it does not end there.
The length of their cold trudge to Hogsmeade, both James and Peter tease him relentlessly. Did some Hufflepuff girl leave the garment with him? Is there some gossip he isn’t telling them? Is this the start of a radical redefinition of his usually entirely black wardrobe choices?
Remus remains silent. This isn’t so unusual. What is unusual is that Sirius does not try and rope him into their banter.
Soon, teasing alone is not enough. Giggling with glee, James darts forward and pulls at the scarf, exposing Sirius’ bare neck to the frosty air as he dances away.
He does not respond quickly enough.
There, for all to see, a purple love bite marks the soft skin under Sirius’ jaw.
Remus hides his face in his hands.
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Written in response to the December 2023 @wolfstarmicrofic prompt 'Scarf'.
[279 words]
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anticomedygarden · 1 year
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thriller
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Draco’s phone pinged with a new message from Harry. A video, specifically, and he pressed play without thinking about it. 
It was of Harry and Sirius, Harry trying his best to direct his godfather’s limbs in the direction of whatever TikTok dance he was teaching the man. 
Sirius gently but firmly pulled his arms out of Harry’s hands. “I have danced before, you know.”
“I’m sure,” Harry said, and Draco heard a snort from behind the camera that he assumed was Remus. “Do you want me to show you again?”
Sirius sighed but nodded, humor in his eyes. He looked at the camera (or more accurately, at Remus). “I taught this kid how to dance and suddenly he thinks I can’t anymore.” 
Draco didn’t get to see Remus’ reaction, but he did get to see Harry. The dance was one of the ones that seemed to be more arm waving than dancing, but Draco enjoyed it nonetheless, particularly the part where Harry raised his arms above his head and his shirt rode up. 
He almost didn’t notice Sirius completely ignoring his godson, instead staring at the cameraman with a look so disgustingly sappy Draco had to fight not to gag. 
“So it’s kinda like the ‘Thriller’ dance?” Sirius said innocently. 
Harry gaped. “It’s nothing like the-were you paying attention at all?” 
Sirius turned to the camera again and snickered, a hand in his hair to block his face from Harry, and Draco heard another snicker from Remus. “Alright, alright, turn the music on, let’s go.”
Harry turned fearful eyes to the camera, leaving Draco to wonder if he was looking at him or Remus. Both, probably. 
A quiet melody that Draco couldn’t quite hear started. Immediately, the two diverged in their dances, Harry doing the TikTok one, and Sirius, something entirely different. About halfway through, Harry glanced at his godfather and stopped moving. “What is that?”
“It’s ‘Thriller!’” Sirius answered cheerfully. “Do you remember the weekend we learned this, Moons?”
There was a chuckle. “How could I forget? I ended that weekend with a broken nose.” 
“What?” Harry exclaimed. “How do you get a broken nose dancing?”
Both Remus and Sirius broke down in laughter. “Your father,” Sirius said through his giggling, “was a horrible dancer! If you think a broken nose is bad, how do you think he gave himself two black eyes?”
“Wait, so he broke your nose, and he gave himself two black eyes?”
Sirius nodded. “Your mother, though, was almost as good as me. Had the whole thing down before James could even try.” 
“Please,” Remus scoffed. “She was far better than all of us.”
Draco smiled. He was glad that Harry’s godfathers were able to talk about James and Lily with joy instead of sadness. 
“What about you, Moony?”
Draco could hear the smile in his voice. “I never learned it. Once your father broke my nose, that was it for me.”
Sirius shook his head. “Okay, let’s get this over with.” 
That was when the screen turned black, and Draco had to slap a hand over his mouth to stop himself from making a noise that would wake his parents. 
He tapped on another notification from Harry. 
If that’s not us in 20 years, I quit.
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themoon-andits-stars · 6 months
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oh sorry, didn’t mean to flex on you so hard with my wolfstar croc charms 😮‍💨
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messrsage · 19 days
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unholy (aka the second part of the senate twink au) is now on ao3
happy birthday moony xx
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leftwiththeriverr · 4 months
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Fem Remus Lupin
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seven-ruins-it · 3 months
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wolfstar prompt
wolfstar but they're stockphoto models who -for some inconveivable reason- keep getting cast as a couple
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pottermore07 · 1 year
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Crimson Rivers Wolfstar in a nutshell:
Sirius: *trips and falls flat on his face*
Remus: HIM. I want him.
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artbyace · 11 months
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true gay panic at its finest
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(from The Cadence of Part-time Poets by motswolo)
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