So This Is My First Drawing Of This Style… And I’m Not Really Sure What I’m Doing.

Sirius: Can’t believe you dared me to kiss Moony, James.

James: But i didn’t da-

Sirius: Guess i have no choice.

James: Sirius i didn’t-

Peter: *holds back laughter*

Sirius: Can’t believe you guys, always the same with you....... come here Moony.

Remus: Okay. *leans in*

Characters from the Marauders era as Taylor Swift albums

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧!! ♡

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Sirius Black is Reputation 100 %. This album just radiates his badass and confident energy.

James Potter is Lover. This album radiates positive energy, good vibes and just makes you want to smile and dance. It fits his bubbly personality.

Remus Lupin is Folklore. No questions asked. august and invisible string are literally about him and Sirius. He would also absorb the cottagecore/dark academia aesthetic of this album.

Marlene McKinnon is Fearless. That was an easy one bc she’s literally this strong, fearless character and her and Dorcas deserved a love story moment.

Lily Evans/Potter is 1989. She would love this album and bop to Shake it Off in the common room. New Romantics also gives off major Jily vibes.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ♡

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10th March 1977

Dear Remus,

I’m reduced to a thing that only wants you. I've never told you, but it doesn’t make it any less real. I’m in love with you. I’ve been for three years. I hate myself for it, but i’m so in love. Stupid, unbearable love.

I tried to make it go away,

I tried to run from it,

I tried to fight it,

but you always found your

way back to me again.

Please forgive me. I never wanted to lose you. I’ve always held our friendship dear, but i couldn’t fight my feelings any longer. That’s why i’m composing this letter to you, in these sleepless hours of the night. My heart feels heavy, i’m so scared. The gravity of my love for you drowns me in a precipice of ecstasy, dreaming of you. I miss you, in a simple desperate human way.

I hope you won’t hate me. I couldn’t bear it. I’m scared to look you in the eyes again. Maybe you could not tell my feelings, but it's only because i was worried and frightened.

All my love forever,

Sirius.

Remus tells Sirius he loves him at least a hundred times a day, hoping that, eventually, Sirius will allow himself to feel like he can be loved. It was difficult, at first, seeing his eyes well up every time those three words left Remus’ mouth, the wave of doubt washing over him, but now, the tears are gone, and in their place, rosy cheeks and a shrewd grin. I love you, but that’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. I’m going to the library, love you. Don’t be silly, you know I love you. The final I love you comes at night, when the boys are laying together in bed, legs tangled together and heads sharing the same pillow. I can’t give you all the love you deserve, but we’ll start with this. I love you, Remus whispers, pulling Sirius in close and kissing him softly.

Sirius Gives Remus his Leather Jacket, Remus Falls in Love

Remus always knew he was destined to fall in love with Sirius, but it isn’t until he wears a certain leather jacket does his heart finally explode. Requested by @stubborn-angels!

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He didn’t know when he was going to fall in love, or how, but from the very first moment they met on the train during their first year, Remus knew that someday, some way, he was going to fall in love with Sirius Black.

Remus waited patiently, spending plenty of nights in the library with Sirius sitting across from him, wondering if it might happen then. If their knees would brush and he would feel the air change, or maybe when Remus tried to reach for a book and Sirius had to help him, because in those early days, Sirius was the tall one.

He dreamed that maybe they would fall in love at a Quidditch game, cheering wildly as Gryffindor won the House Cup, so overwhelmed by their emotions that they hugged each other and never let go.

But it wasn’t until Remus was left stranded in the rain one afternoon in Hogsmeade, huddled together under a short overhang waiting for the sudden deluge to slow so they could run back to the castle, did he finally feel that bolt of lightning electrifying his veins.

“It was literally sunny five minutes ago,” Sirius frowned, wiping off the spots of water from his leather jacket. The thrill of finally having his very own jacket hadn’t quite worn off yet, even though the leather was already a bit stained and still smelled like the thrift shop.

“I told you I hear thunder earlier,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. Leave it to the rain to ruin his perfect day alone with Sirius, James having run off earlier to chase after Lily.

“Are you cold?” Sirius asked, glancing at the swath of goosebumps rising on Remus’ skin.

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this was.. *chief kiss*

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vivre d'amour et d'eau fraîche || s.b. x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: smoking, fluff, me not knowing french

a/n: extra translations at the end

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The air was thick was the scent of smoke, the curling of which held your attention. It wisped gently above you, nearly a dance, and your fingertips itched with the urge to mingle with the tainted exhalation. But you were weighed down by the effects of lethargy, slipping in and out of consciousness.

Sirius’ fingers chose indolence as their nature, combing through your hair and trailing down your spine, recurrent actions that lulled you. His free digits were attending to the lit cigarette, his lips spilling comfort from such perfume.

“You still tired, baby?” he murmured, noticing your half-lids. His ministrations paused to help tilt your head up, your chin seating on his chest.

You managed a slight nod. The common room was empty, the students blissfully stuck in classes—exactly where you and your boyfriend were also meant to be.

He made a soft sound, brushing the strands from your forehead. His eyes held adoration—the sort you rarely saw without such privacy. It was pure. He offered you the tobacco, a subtle lift of his wrist, but you declined it, instead turning your head back down and staring into the perfunctory fire.

“How many more exams?” he asked, taking another drag.

You sighed, “Two? Three? I don’t remember.” Your nails drew along the fabric of his button-up, the cotton soft.

Skipping class with Sirius was a common pastime, and it only grew more regular as exams finished. Often, he drew you into the common room, laying across couches and pillows, letting you rest; it was one of the few times you could do so serenely, nights dedicated to studying. The two of you would sleep, or speak, or merely stare into space; there was no pressure, no worries, no intrusions.

“Doing so well, love,” he murmured, stubbing the cigarette out on the nearby ashtray. He left the paper there, letting both arms wrap around you. “I’m proud of you, you know. You work so hard.”

The praise settled any anxiety that prevailed, and you smiled, pressing a spare kiss to his collarbone. “Thank you.”

Sirius’ own lips found the crown of your head, lingering for only a moment, just as his fingers dragged along your side. “Of course, ma vie.”

Those words, the endearment, curled your mouth further; his French was something few were privy to, the side of him he kept hidden—remnants of who he truly was, where he came from. It was all the push you needed, getting the energy to squirm and sit up.

Sirius followed you, pushing to be propped against the armrest, then pulling you to be straddling his lap. You reacclimated, then grinned, smoothing down his hair and playing with his tie. His hands settled on your hips, and his head cocked in question.

“Tell me something in French,” you said, dusting your touch across his shoulders.

But one of your hands was quickly removed, courtesy of his own grip. His other stayed on your torso, thumb rubbing circles on your waist. “Je vois la vie en rose,” Sirius hummed, placing the tips of your fingers to his lips. “À cause de toi.”

He finished with a kiss to the pads, though didn’t move to extract them.

“What?” A soft giggle tumbled out, your index dragging over his cupid’s bow. “Je ne comprends pas.”

He grinned at your poor attempt at the language, leaving one more kiss to your knuckles before dropping the appendage to his chest. His brow raised in amusement. “You’ll just have to learn to find out, then, won’t you?”

Ignoring the taunt, you quickly scooted closer. The sun that filtered in highlighted the scene, nearly picturesque; smoke still rose behind him, and you absently loosened his tie, getting comfortable. “Teach me?”

He considered you for a second, chin raising, then: “What do you want to know?”

You tapped a staccato to the hollow of his throat, thinking. “How do you say…‘I love you’?”

“Really?” he laughed.

Your mouth turned down, a pulled frown, but affection lit his pupils, his head shaking.

“Je t’aime,” he answered.

And this time, it was his fingers that traced your lips. “Je t’aime,” you repeated. When he smiled, you continued, “What about…” you paused once more, “...‘I always think of you’?”

His eyes flickered. “Je pense à toi tout le temps.”

Slowly, you fumbled the words back.

It earned another chuckle. “What else?”

You rolled your eyes, but did melt further into his body as he shifted down the couch. Your lips poised over his left pectoral, the steady beat lying there. “‘You make my heart race.’”

“Tu fais battre mon cœur.”

“Tu fais battre mon cœur,” you echoed, easing your eyes shut, his tenderness too much a balm. “‘I want you.’”

“J’ai envie de toi.”

You murmured it back, voice muffled. After, you remediated, “‘I want to be with you forever.’”

Sirius trailed a thumb along your bottom lip, letting your limbs entangle. He joined you in such relaxation, sunlight and studies draining you both of all energy. One arm curled around your waist, legs slotting, but he kept the hand grazing your face. “Je veux être avec toi pour toujours.”

Your words, whilst slurred, still copied him. “Je veux être avec toi pour toujours.”

Sirius shifted under you, and you looked up, finding his gaze already on you; you, the slope of your nose, the angle of your jaw, the face he would know blind. He gave you a more personal smile, letting your admission ring a few moments more. “Moi aussi, ma chérie. Je veux passer ma vie avec toi.”

Your brow furrowed, mouth heavy with the new phonetics. “What does that mean?”

“Me too, my darling,” he responded, English this time. “I want a lifetime with you.”

You met his smile with one of equal ardor. You adjusted so you could lay on his shoulder, then within the crook of his neck. The smell of smoke wafted off of him, and it reminded you of home. “And that’s what we will have.”

The seconds ticked by, no disruptions. It was only you, him, midday light blooming through the common room. Cigarettes and kisses and mirrored French. Your arms and his legs and the lips that met once, twice, three times.

Lids weighed heavy, dragged down in satisfied fatigue; relaxation you earned. And, as always, you were asleep first, curled against him, later to be found by James, Remus, and entertained smirks.

But before he let go, Sirius let his unfinished sentiment depart, unbeknownst to your half-awake state—the state that caught onto the unfamiliar words. “Tu fais partie de moi,” he breathed, a tongue he hadn’t spoken in so long, “Je t’aimerai pour toujours.”

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translations:

ma vie — my life

Je vois la vie en rose. À cause de toi — I see life in rose. Because of you.

Je ne comprends pas — I don't understand

Tu fais partie de moi — You are a part of me

Je t’aimerai pour toujours — I will love you forever

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i can NOT with an ounce of me believe that lily didn't trust remus with her life.

same tbh. they were so important for each other.

Sirius tried to carve info on the walls of his cell in Azkaban, after he starts to realize that one day he’ll forget Remus.

And although the dementors make him relieve his worst memories forever, nothing terrifies him more than the thought of forgetting Remus. He thinks about the way his lips had felt against his and he resists the urge to touch them, scared of losing the memory. He knows that he would feel the same pain he felt, when James died. So, that’s why he starts writting about Remus’ appearance. The colour of his eyes and hair, the way he tilts his head back when he smiles, the sound of his sweet laughter, habits, likes, dislikes... everything.

Sirius and Remus always hold hands. Even as tiny first years, the Hogwarts castle feels a little less scary with their fingers laced together. When Sirius wants to show Remus something, he doesn’t poke his shoulder like he would with James; he grabs his hand and tugs him over. When Remus is reading in the library, sometimes he absentmindedly plays with Sirius’ fingers underneath the table. It stays like this for years, but then Sirius’ palms get clammy whenever they clasp their hands together, and Remus starts to miss the curve of his fingers when they’re apart. When the both figure it out, Sirius’ veins crawl with electricity as he slowly brings their intertwined hands up to his mouth, pressing a delicate kiss on Remus’ knuckles.

It’s the first kiss. But not the last.