seren

seren he/they bisexual

( i can not donate money. i don’t mind nsfw, but don’t be weird.)

fandoms marauders, tsoa, dps, teotfw.

music the smiths, cas, boygenius (and others but these are my favorites).

books the song of achilles, circe, the picture of dorian gray, frankenstein, solitaire.

likes writing, reading, music, drawing, voleyball, basketball.

dislikes liars, hypocrites, running!!!!, headaches, insects.

other info i am from latam! i speak english and spanish—and a little of portuguese. my main language is spanish so i am sorry for any mistakes in my posts, i still don’t master english.

i’ve been in the harry potter fandom since 2016 and i joined the marauders’ one during 2020 / 2021.

i love writing, so i’ll probably post some short bits—mostly wolfstar—, but i haven’t written anything longer (yet) to show you.

Remus: no.

Peter: please?

Remus: nope. i’m not doing it.

Sirius: come on moony!

Remus: …

“what are we? six?” the brunette, laying beside him, answered with a stern look.

“come on, moony! don’t be a loser!” sirius got up and stared at remus from above. he was grinning like mad, “truth or dare?”

remus stared at him for a minute, and if sirius didn’t know better, he would swear that the look on his face was filled with love.

“dare.” he answered.

and at first, the black heir was going to come up with a silly dare. like ‘go steal a piece of cake from the kitchens’ or ‘go to class in your pjs’. but he didn’t know what came to him in that exact moment. perhaps the feeling that had been trapped inside of him for years.

“i dare you to kiss me,” was his dare. but he instantly regretted opening his mouth—no, he even regretted having a mouth in the first place—, because remus’ face changed in a flash.

his once soft, happy expression was now one filled with seriousness and confusion. he got up too, and stared to sirius—who was now below him, remus being taller—for what felt like an hour. then, when the werewolf began to open his mouth, sirius started to run. run away, away from remus, away from the lake, away from the stars, the sky and the wind.

he ran into the castle, through the kitchens, the main hall, and up the stairs. it was when he reached their room that he realized that remus had followed him there. in fear, he started talking.

“i–… i am sorry. i was joking, i swear!” he said, and then continued rambling, saying nonsense.

it wasn’t until remus walked towards him and put a hand over his mouth that he stopped what could be defined as a poor explanation. sirius, scared of seeing hatred in remus’ eyes, stared at the floor.

“sirius,” he started, “would you want it?”

“what?” the older one muttered.

“the kiss, i mean. would you?”

“i– yeah. is that– you don’t hate me?” now that fear had approached him, it was difficult to stop worrying.

“no, pads. i do not hate you. i would really want to kiss you, though. if you want, that is.” remus smiled a reassuring smile.

sirius’ worrying ceased—a little bit—, and he looked up at remus at last.

“okay, yeah. okay. i would want it.” he said.