THE CUNTESSA

Rockstar Sirius Black is perfect. But Sirius with a darker aesthetic like rainy days, black coffee, and a book he learnt Latin to read, has a special place in my soul

Hmmmm dark academia wolfstar hmmmmm

Hmmmm they bond over their favourite works and kiss in the rain hmmm

Hmmmm they start as rivals and fall into academic obsession hmmmm

Hmmm they nearly go mad because of it and end up hurting people hmmm

Hmmmm they end up discovering the dark underground secrets of their academy hmmm

Hmmm people end up dead and they nearly die too but they make it in time to confess their love for each other poetically hmmm

Hmmm I need this au so bad hmmmmm

women's thighs. you agree. reblog.

Remus has never met a problem he couldn't make significantly more complicated by keeping it to himself.

remus hated his scars. he used to look in the mirror and remember how he got them. now he looks at them and remembers what is feels like when sirius traces them with his fingertips, his lips, his tongue

remus holding his hands over sirius throat and mouth to shut him up and sirius just licks and sucks remus' fingers

wolfstar sharing a cigarette mid-makeout. heavy eyes, lazy smiles, tongues tasting like nicotine. swollen lips, greedy hands, panting bites, ashes falling onto their clothes without either of them even noticing.

husband who needs it on the record that vampires piss and don’t like eco-friendly urinals 🤝 husband who needs it on record that claudia’s skirt was chiffon and had movement

that? oh thats the mysterious bruise i got thursday , #mybruise

thinking about my wolfstar with remus who's all deep murmurs, big gentle hands, hazel eyes that never leave you when you're talking, shirts smelling like softener, paperbacks marked with receipts, dry humor, and strong touches. and sirius, who's all glorious laughter, doe silver eyes, tapping fingers, expressive brows, heavy boots, sharp grins, and eager kisses.

thinking about my wolfstar with remus who's all deep murmurs, big gentle hands, hazel eyes that never leave you when you're talking, shirts smelling like softener, paperbacks marked with receipts, dry humor, and strong touches. and sirius, who's all glorious laughter, doe silver eyes, tapping fingers, expressive brows, heavy boots, sharp grins, and eager kisses.