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"Myrtle has a big crush on me, I'll have you know," he said with a grin splitting his face. "And while I might not share her enthusiasm, I have been known to do charity work from time to time." Truthfully he found Moaning Myrtle incredibly annoying, but it was all fun and games really. Sirius laughed, shaking his head. "I wasn't actually going to suggest anything un-PG. I was thinking along your lines, McKinnon. I've seen a few of that crowd and I think they could do with a little message to know they're not wanted." Why any purists were here when there was a posh party on was unknown to him - maybe just to scan for vulnerable people - but if they were going to be here they may as well give them a show. He grinned at her teasing, his head tilting to one side as he appraised her. "I can keep it in my pants, don't you worry. As long as you can," he warned seriously. He took his own swig of the whiskey before tucking it back into his pocket. "After you," he gestured, laughing as she took her hand and put in on her waist. He leaned forward so he was speaking directly in her ear. "Use your words, Marlene, if you want me to touch you I can."

"If I wanted a kiss like that I'd go check the bathroom for Moaning Myrtle," Sirius said dryly, shaking his head at her. He sighed dramatically as she put her hands on his shoulder but turned towards her anyway, an eyebrow raised slightly as he waited for her to explain. He laughed at the story and idea about the fireworks, a michievous grin flitting instantly onto his face. "Oh come on, McKinnon, we can think of better things to put in the sky than a couple of names," he said with a grin. "I've always thought New Years was a spectacularly boring holiday," he agreed easily, already imagining what they could light up the sky with. He really tried not to only think of the obvious and childish options. A drawing of a penis. His eyes followed her hands as they fell from his shoulder and came to rest on her hips. He looked up in time to catch a flirty smile that told him making him look was exactly her attention. His eyes flickered down her body once more at her words, shaking his head ever so slightly. "I knew there was a reason I liked you so much," he smirked, reaching inside his jacket. "Liquid courage?" he asked, covertly offering her a flask of firewhiskey,

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Sirius barely had the question out of his mouth when Alara hurried to him, her arms wrapping around his middle. "Woah, what happened?" he asked with concern, his arms gingerly coming up around her. He never knew what to do when people cried, having been punished for any tears from a very young. Usually if any of his friends cried he just went to deal with whoever made them cry. He rubbed her back softly with one hand, a frown creasing his face. "What was a disaster? The party?" he asked quietly, aware her family was supposed to be having a gathering tonight. "Out of the engagement?"

Sirius leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed as his chest heaved and he caught his breath. After lighting the sky with fireworks that weren't exactly what the organisers had planned, Sirius and Marlene had had to separate, running in different directions to avoid being caught. He was just thinking to himself that he really aught to start running more when he heard a familiar pop and his eyes flung open, his had instinctively gripping his wand. A stray firework lit up the sky and he walked forward, relaxing when he recognised her voice. "Shouldn't I be asking the questions since I was here first?" he joked, walking towards her. He paused at the flash of another firework, spotting the glistening tears on her cheeks. "Tell me they're happy tears."

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Sirius grinned as his cousin laughed, wrapping one arm around her in a hug as the other held out the bag of presents. "Ah, that's a pity. I haven't taught her any new curse words in ages," he joked teasingly as he stepped into the house. He put down the bag so he could shrug off his jacket and hang it up. "Ah around," Sirius shrugged, following her further into the house. He knew that he would have been welcomed with open arms into Andy's house for Christmas but something about the holidays turned him into a total recluse. "I have missed my favourite niece though. Aside from teaching her to curse," he added jokingly.

who: @tonksxandromeda

where: Andromeda's Home

Sirius rang the doorbell impatiently, rolling onto the balls of his feet as he waited for the door open. When it finally did he breathed out in relief, grinning at his cousin. "Finally, I was freezing my balls-- Any little ears nearby?" he interrupted himself, glad when he didn't see Nymphadora near by to hear his crudeness. "I bring gifts," he said apologetically, holding up a bag of presents. He leaned forward to kiss her cheek in greeting, smiling warmly at Andromeda.

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Sirius turned his head back at a call of his name, nodding in greeting as Greta made her way towards him. He waited for her question, a small laugh escaping his lips when she said it. "Firewhiskey. It'd take a long time to get drunk on butterbeer."

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"Sirius! I have an important question for you." Greta laughed as she saw him, trying her best to keep her face blank. "If you had to have one drink for the rest of your life. Would it be firewhiskey or butterbeer?"

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"Cousins, actually," Sirius replied, cuffing the side of James's head playfully in retaliation. "I'm not entirely sure the rest of the Blacks came out as unscathed as me; I'm sure Bellatrix has a second head under all that hair," he said seriously, nodding a little. His head shook and he gave a tut of mock offence. "Take that back. I might think she's hot but I'd never think he's cool. Even Snape's own friends don't think he's cool." His lips quivered in amusement and he shrugged nonchalantly. "Good for him, it's about time. I was starting to think the whole squeaky animagus thing was stunting him."

"I've known you longer and had to put up with you longer," he pointed out. "I deserve all the best shifts. Birthdays and whatnot." Sirius scoffed and gave his best friend a pointed look. "That's an argument for your girlfriend, not for me." Another amused flicker gave way as James named him godfather of the wandering deer. "I'm not good with children, you should keep him away from me."

"No, they definitely despise me," he laughed, unbothered by the opinion of bigoted fools. Well, most of them. "Inbreeding causes bad taste," he said with a knowing nod, "I was just lucky to get out as tasteful and wonderful as I am." Sirius knew his unbothered outlook on life drew people to him, though he couldn't fathom why. People wanted to figure him out; find out what was under his mask of smirks and casual laughs - something that usually only made him more closed off. "You know me, I'm all sentimentality," he said sarcastically, holding his hands up in acknowledgement. He shook his head as James continued, crossing his arms once more as he leaned against the stone wall. "We were above our peers, we can't put that pressure on Junior. He might take after Wormy."

Sirius grinned as James ran off to accommodate the ridiculous pet he had accumulated, shaking his head. He held up his hands in defense as James accused him of eyeing him up, shrugging lazily. "Evans monopolises your arse now, I'm just getting what I can," he drawled sarcastically. "How lonely do you thing I am?" he scoffed. "You found him, he's your pet."

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"You know what?" he mused, leaning back against the bar. "I think that makes his terrible opinions your fault." He nodded before she could argue. "Yep, it definitely does, given that he gets all his magical knowledge from you." Sirius sighed, shaking his head in an exaggerated fashion. "I'm disappointed, Mac, I expected better from you."

"I like to think we kept her young," Sirius replied with a grin. They certainly kept her alert anyway, always up to something mischievous in some part of the castle. "Don't tell me he thinks a troll would win?" he asked with a mock gasp. "At least giants have the intelligence to communicate somewhat, trolls can only grunt."

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"If I wanted a kiss like that I'd go check the bathroom for Moaning Myrtle," Sirius said dryly, shaking his head at her. He sighed dramatically as she put her hands on his shoulder but turned towards her anyway, an eyebrow raised slightly as he waited for her to explain. He laughed at the story and idea about the fireworks, a michievous grin flitting instantly onto his face. "Oh come on, McKinnon, we can think of better things to put in the sky than a couple of names," he said with a grin. "I've always thought New Years was a spectacularly boring holiday," he agreed easily, already imagining what they could light up the sky with. He really tried not to only think of the obvious and childish options. A drawing of a penis. His eyes followed her hands as they fell from his shoulder and came to rest on her hips. He looked up in time to catch a flirty smile that told him making him look was exactly her attention. His eyes flickered down her body once more at her words, shaking his head ever so slightly. "I knew there was a reason I liked you so much," he smirked, reaching inside his jacket. "Liquid courage?" he asked, covertly offering her a flask of firewhiskey,

"Eugh," Sirius groaned as he felt a sloppy, wet kiss press to his cheek. He didn't have to look around to know that it was Marlene but he did anyway, wiping his cheek as he did so. "Where the fuck have you been?" he asked accusatorily, his joking revealed only in the matching glint in his eyes. A smirk to mirror his slid onto his face at her suggestion and he was quick to agree. "Well, what's a New Year celebration for if not making a bigger bang than the previous year?" he asked, nodding in agreement. "What did you have in mind, McKinnon?" he asked, though he was likely to agree to whatever she suggested. Matching glints, smiles, ideas; that was what made it so easy to be around Marlene. Sirius could be a lighter version of himself with her; true but without every weight on his shoulders.

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It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, PTSDee (S12E07)

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"Anyone who looks like they might start singing," Sirius answered with a grin. The combination of the new year and alcohol, seemed to bring out a lot of particularly awful singers. "Fuck off?" he scoffed, shocked. "That's brilliant, congrats, mate," he said genuinely, a grin on his face. A few years ago Sirius would have cringed at the thought of his mates having kids, but once Nymphadora came around he realised how nice it was. Once you could give them back after a few hours. "How's she doing?"

With a shout of his name - at least he didn't know anyone else with the same name - he turned around, a quick grin on his lips as he spotted Frank. "Don't shout too loudly, I have people to avoid," Sirius joked, making his way to Frank. "How's things, mate?" he asked, clapping him on the back in greeting. "How's your better half?" he joked lightly.

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"No offense, Al, but that's bullshit," he sighed lightly. "Why weren't you invited? Or at the very least told about it? You're his fiancée, that makes you family," he pointed out. He laughed softly, shaking his head. "As nice as I'd look on someone's arm, this pretty face isn't meant to be looked at for that long," he joked, almost uncomfortable by the genuine compliment. He was 100% sure he was as far from boyfriend material as you could get. "They're your family, it's hard," he shrugged, speaking from experience. Sirius sighed at her question, that period of her life not something he liked to focus on. "I don't know if it was one thing in particular, I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't believe in any of it."

"Who has meetings at Christmas, Alara?" he asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. "He owns a betting shop last I checked." Truthfully, Sirius didn't keep a very close eye on those from his past, wanting everything that reminded him of life before sixteen at a distance. Still, suspicions about Evan's involvement in the Death Eaters meant Order members knew where he worked. He would have bet money that Evan's meeting had nothing to do with work and a whole lot to do with Voldemort but he kept that to himself. "I'd make a shit boyfriend," he said with a small laugh, "I'm a lone wolf at heart." Except for the fact that he would quite happily be around James Potter 24/7. "Best friends with your brother doesn't seem like a good reason," he denied, shaking his head. Imagining his best friend with his brother made him want to punch something so he quickly pushed the thought away. Sirius was quiet for a moment after she spoke, shaking his head a little. "I don't know that I'm the right person to talk to about this, my advice is always going to be just don't marry him then."

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Sirius leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed as his chest heaved and he caught his breath. After lighting the sky with fireworks that weren't exactly what the organisers had planned, Sirius and Marlene had had to separate, running in different directions to avoid being caught. He was just thinking to himself that he really aught to start running more when he heard a familiar pop and his eyes flung open, his had instinctively gripping his wand. A stray firework lit up the sky and he walked forward, relaxing when he recognised her voice. "Shouldn't I be asking the questions since I was here first?" he joked, walking towards her. He paused at the flash of another firework, spotting the glistening tears on her cheeks. "Tell me they're happy tears."

where: diagon alley when: nye, a few minutes after midnight who: @siriusbpadfoot

The second she had congratulated Emir with his engaged, she apparated from the manor and found herself popping up in the alley of her shop. Her conversation with Evan rang in her ears and that was when she let the tears free, hidden in the shadows. She was happy for her brother, truly, but there was that part of her that resented him, that he was able to marry for love and she was forced with one that besides sex, they had nothing in common.

It was a shuffle of feet that caught her attention and she turned around, hands wiping at her cheeks. "Who's there?"

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When Sirius first left his family behind for a better life he loved the holidays. He loved being away from his cold and dark home and getting to spend the time with people who actually loved him. The first Christmas after he left - a time he spent with the Potters - was a memory that still filled him with warmth if he thought about it for long enough. But as the years went on his feelings towards the holidays changed.

Before Sirius could tell how it had happened he had graduated Hogwarts and was suddenly out in the big bad world on his lonesome. And despite how welcome the Potters had always made him feel, he felt like more of an imposition the older he got. It was one thing to take in a child who had been abandoned by their family, but it was another thing altogether to encroach on them as a grown up. Ever since that feeling had started to creep in the holidays had felt less and less fun and more and more lonely.

Still, the New Year was rolling around, and by looking at him a passerby would think Sirius was as happy as anyone to be there. He had returned to the bar for another pint, waiting for the bar man to bring back his change when he felt someone come up beside him. Instinctively he glanced over, but another instinct had him looking away just as quick. He was just thanking the bar man for his change when she spoke and he turned towards his cousin with an easy smirk. "It has been, but I always knew my luck would run out eventually," he drawled.

Starter for: Sirius Black @siriusbpadfoot Where: Diagon Alley NYE street party When: the middle

Bellatrix's eyes roamed sharply, cutting through the Leaky Cauldron's dense crowd with the ease of a blade. She carried her usual expression of cold disgust, appalled by so much inferior blood swanning around her, yet also envigored by the chaos. She'd left the Selwyns' party, bored of its predictability. The Lestranges had planned to meet in Diagon Alley, bringing in the New Year with the masses. As repugnant as they were, she could not deny that the lower classes knew how to have a good time. So here she was, completely over-dressed and loving the effect that her rich attire ensured. The elegant picture was completely ruined by the large mug of beer gripped in her dainty fist. Raising it to her lips, she took a deep gulp and focussed her stare on Sirius Black. The fucking traitor.

Wiping her lips with the back of her fingers, she sauntered through the crowd, parting it with impatient flaps of her hand and not at all caring for the disgruntled objections that followed in her wake. She wanted to curse the idiot. But fortunately for her dear cousin, the Dark Lord had decided that he wanted to recruit James Potter. Bellatrix understood none of it. Potter was as much a disgusting dissenter as the rest of them, but she would never disagree with her master's desire. So as much as it sickened her, she would do what she could to make his wish come to fruition. That started with playing nice with Sirius - but not too nice. He was a Black, after all. He'd surely see through an extreme change of heart.

"Hello, Sirius." Cold and haughty, she contradicted her own tone with another hefty gulp of beer then slid the half-empty tankard onto the bar. She bloody well needed the drink for this conversation. "Long time no see."

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And I think that’s what a father is / —a blade that never stops cutting.

Desireé Dallagiacomo, from “Origin Story,” Sink (via issybeewrites)

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its my god given bisexual right to be dramatic

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