#Russian!sirius

[theprettieststarfr]

The first time I read the Harry Potter books I was 7, and so I read them in Russian. Despite the HORRIBLY translated edition that I read (Maria Spivak), where Hagrid is Ogrid and Madam Hooch is Madam Samogoni, which directly translates to "Madam Moonshine".

But some names were unchanged, like Harry and James and Sirius etc, but what I wanna talk about is Regulus. He was still Regulus Arcturus Black.

Р.А.Б., read "R-A-B", same as in English.

The thing is, if not for the fullstops, it would be an another word that exists in Russian - раб, directly translating to "slave".

And I laughed at this when I was young, at the pun that this made. But now that I think about it, it makes sense

Regulus was sort of a slave in the Black household. In terms of ideals and beliefs that his parents imposed. He got sorted into Slytherin, he became a death eater, he obeyed his parents and in the words of Sirius was "a better son than him". Regulus also defended Kreacher from Voldemort, and Kreacher was also, essentially, a slave in the household.

So yeah, just something to think about

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Peter: There is a certain amount of potassium that is radioactive. Sirius: Yeah, we worked it out during Muggles' study. If you ate 40K bananas in 10 minutes, the radiation would kill you. Lily: Ah yes. The RADIATION would kill you.

[sundime]

“Have a break, you fucking arsehole,” Sirius says, close to laying horizontal on his chair. Remus, hunched over the workbench, has started twitching so much he’s bollixed up the sample. Twice.

“I’m fine,” he says, not paying attention.

Sirius stands up. He plucks the unlit fag from behind his ear. Remus drops the transparent dish and curses, gloved hand clenching.

“Come on,” Sirius says, shrugging off his coat. “Have a fag with me. It’s summer.”

Remus looks up. When he shakes his head, moving to resume his work, Sirius grabs his wrist, bringing his hand to his mouth.

He bites the fleshy bit. The latex snaps. Unsterilized.

“Have a bloody fag with me,” he says.

[littlestkoi-n]

the main reason I'm an average height Remus truther - aside from this little fact being canon - is simple:

the only "tall, thin and gangling, with big hands and feet, and a long nose" character I advocate for is Ronald Weasley who deserves to tower over each and every authority figure he encounters.

so by 3rd year Ron is 5'11 / 180 cm which is ridiculously tall for a 13 year old boy and makes him slightly taller than all his Professors:

btw UK average adult heights are 5'4-5'6 for women and 5'8-5'10 for men

5'10 / 178 cm McGonagall (described as a tall woman)

5'9.5 / 177 cm Snape (rather shorter than Sirius; slightly taller than Narcissa, who's exactly 5'8 / 173 cm for me)

5'9 / 176 cm Lupin (not described = average)

5'8 / 172 cm Filch (not described = average; not a Prof but Staff)

5'7 / 170 cm Sinistra (not described, but she was on the taller side in the movies so I'll give her that. shorter than Minerva still)

5'6 / 167 cm Trelawney (not described = average)

5'1 / 154 cm Sprout (describes as a squat little woman)

4'5 / 134 cm Flitwick (described as tiny but has distant goblin ancestry so I see him as being 5 inches taller than average goblin)

Dumbledore doesn't count cuz Ron barely stands next to the man and I reckon it's pretty hard to grow over 2 meters at 13. Hagrid is irrelevant cuz half-giant.

then Ron gets kidnapped by the first adult that year who looms over him at 6'3 / 191 cm - no wonder Sirius is terrifying, being that tall.

by the time Sirius dies Ron only grows to 6'2.5 / 189 cm so he never gets to be taller than him... shit now I'm making myself sad.

anyway, when he's done growing Ron is 6'5 / 196 cm, making him the tallest Weasley and probably the tallest man in any room ever.

[evansisasadist]

Drunk Mary: You know I love you and your my best friend right Pete?

Drunker Peter: I love you too Mare.

Mary: So can we?

Peter: Yes

Peter standing up and pointing his finger at some first years: There lived a certain man in Russia long ago

Mary, dancing: He was big and strong in his eyes a flaming glow

James to Sirius, both watching from afar: Sometimes I think they're more mad then we are

Peter and Mary: RA RA RASPUTIN LOVER OF THE RUSSIAN QUEEN

[divkazkdovikde]

the absolute emotional chaos when you’re bawling your eyes out because sirius just came out to effie and monty and then immediately went into panic attack because of walburga flashback but she keeps me up by nickelback is playing and you have to stop in the middle of the scene to belt out the chorus still with the tears in your eyes and then you go back to bawling your eyes out over the bloody scene while the song is still playing on the background

[sacrificialcrisis]

have not finished my very literary Those Books fic nor my weird psychosexual Those Books fic and what have i done. started a Those Books fic that is both very literary AND weird and psychosexual

[pain-in-the-riri]

Part 2: A further devastating translation for wolfstar lovers!!

I will fall, blinded, at the sight of you

and pale light will not help me come back to myself

It's even strange to me to imagine, no one around,

how to survive until dawn, and no one will tell me how

You are bigger than the sun, and greater than a distant star,

In my heart, there's a wound and the fault, the fault, the fault

the fault, the fault is yours

only yours

it's so difficult for me to believe,

to imagine, that you are not near me.

In the crossroads of your thoughts, I am locked out,

"There is no longer anyone, anything there"

That was your answer

And with those words, the world will put out its light

And now, scream -- don't scream

And call out to me -- don't call out to me

In my eyes, you are the sun

Like in cherished dreams

You are the stars

You are the stars

You are the stars

And I'm the moon

I'm the moon

( Previous translation here -- Drowning )

[mollymarymarie]

how do you plot your fics?

oh i am the worst person to answer this, you're going to hate me

the short answer is ... i sort of ... don't.

i have a general idea of what i want the fic to be about and i just roll with it. and this is the reason why i don't post chapters as they get finished, prior to completing the whole fic, because if i find something i want to happen later, i can go back and edit the earlier chapters to make sure they line up with what happens at the end.

that being said, i SORT OF outlined for DYH. because it takes place over the course of the week, i wanted to be sure i had plans for what was going to happen every day. for example, i wanted harry to show up, so i figured out which day that was going to happen. then i needed someone to block the tension building (because i couldn't feasibly keep apart without cause) so father albus came into play.

but for the most part, i just have a separate notes document for ideas that i have for the fic, things that i want to call back to, things that i want to be sure to add in later. less of an outline, more of a chaotic collection of ideas. a lot of my notes say things like 'and then this fucking asshole shows up' or 'remus gets super fucking drunk because he didn't make the podium or what the fuck ever' (that's verbatim from my wolfstar/Yuri On Ice WIP, by the way)

yeah so this was not helpful or advice-giving in any way but its because i'm a goblin person and i don't really know how to write technically, i just mash words together. but if you wanna talk about writing processes, i'm all about it and you can hit me up anytime!

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Translation

Sun1ny generously spent time translating where dwells the breath (of all persisting stars) into Russian: Где обитает дыхание(всех постоянных звёзд)!

[spacenutspod]

In this episode of "Astronomy Daily," hosts Steve Dunkley and his AI sidekick Hallie delve into the latest astronomical news and discoveries. The episode kicks off with a light-hearted exchange between Steve and Hallie, followed by updates from the Astronomy Daily newsletter. Key highlights include: 1. SpaceX's latest achievements in lighting up the sky, showcasing their advancements in space exploration.2. The Australian Space Agency's moon rover naming competition, reflecting Australia's enthusiasm for space and public participation.3. The conjunction of Mars, an astronomical event causing several spacecraft to temporarily lose communication with Earth, highlighting the challenges in space missions.4. A groundbreaking Russian experiment, Sirius, involving six participants in a simulated space voyage for a year, aiming to understand the effects of long-term space travel on humans.5. A significant discovery by astronomers using a network of radio telescopes: capturing detailed views of a plasma jet from a supermassive black hole in a distant galaxy. This finding challenges existing theories about the formation and evolution of such jets.6. The Starship Test launch by SpaceX, which ended in an unexpected disintegration, underscoring the complexities and ongoing challenges in space technology development.7. The Australian Space Agency's shortlist of names for the country's first moon rover, with a public vote to decide the final name. The episode also features a special video on the SpaceNuts podcast group Facebook page, showcasing the journey of Artemis One's launch and Orion's moon orbit. Additionally, Steve shares insights into the latest SpaceX Starship test launch and its implications for future space missions. Listeners are encouraged to participate in the moon rover naming vote and to join the SpaceNuts podcast group on Facebook for more engaging space-related content. The episode concludes with a reminder to check out previous episodes of Astronomy Daily and to subscribe to the newsletter for regular updates on astronomical events and discoveries. #astronomy #space #news #podcast #astronomydaily

[moonstruckme]

hiiiiiiiii mae <3 i have an idea for thawing out series. what about if reader has a 'moment' w one of them and the other boy gets slightly cranky bc of it but then is also confused bc he doesn't know if he wants r or the other boy.........and then EPIPHANY 😈

Thanks for your request! The mood of it got altered some but I hope you like it :)

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11

cw: modern au, chronic pain, some hurt w/o comfort but dw we'll fix it down the line

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 2.6k words

“Pads!” Remus shouts across the ice. “Focus!”

Sirius’ cheeks pinken slightly as he tears his stare away from the Russian soloist practicing her quads. You laugh and say something to him that makes him pinch your waist meanly, as if you’ve been acting any better. 

You and Sirius are completely starstruck. Remus wants to be irritated at your distractibility, but it’s sort of adorable. You nearly fall on your bum watching the Austrian team run drills, Sirius is too busy eye-flirting with a Swedish skater to remember he’s supposed to be going into a turn, and you both stop your routine entirely when the Canadian duo steps out onto the ice. 

You and Sirius draw plenty of stares yourselves, though naturally only Sirius appears to notice. He shoots a wink at a skater admiring him and a glare at another looking too closely at you, his hand possessively on your lower back anytime you’re not running your routine. 

Altogether it means you have to spend a couple of extra hours learning to work through this specific brand of stage fright and running your drills again after you all get your heads turned multiple times, but Remus lets it slide. He remembers being just as dazzled during his first Olympics, seventeen years old and feeling like he’d somehow snuck into the hall of fame, an imposter among legends. 

Part of him hopes that the embarrassment of having to do a half-ass death spiral in front of so many professionals will make Sirius finally go all the way, but no such luck. He keeps you firmly above where you ought to be, expression impassive even as Remus can see you pleading with him with your eyes. Still, the rest of the routine goes well, and Remus tries not to let it get under his skin. He hopes you’re right and Sirius really will pull through in the final hour; your faith in your partner is absolute, and Remus finds it easy to put his faith in you. 

He lets you loose to spend the afternoon as you’d like, but it comes as no surprise when he sees you both on the ice again. Remus knows you’ve likely got plenty of nerves to work off. It’s one thing to compete in your home country, another entirely to represent your home country while competing amongst the best figure skaters in the world. He calls you off the ice before one of you can overexert yourselves and pull something. Sirius swears up and down that his ankle hasn’t bothered him since the day after he hurt it, and Remus hasn’t seen anything to make him suspect differently, but he knows better than to take risks with a healing injury. You spend the rest of the afternoon playing cards and gambling for candies in Sirius’ room. 

Eventually you disperse to go to bed. Remus’ hip has been bothering him since the flight the previous day, so he goes on a walk to stretch it out. It’s odd, he thinks, how easy things have come to feel between the three of you. When he first arrived, Remus had every intention of setting up strict professional boundaries, of knowing you only as your coach and seeing you only during practice times. And then you started practicing together, and it seemed like his boundaries wouldn’t even be necessary. Sirius hated him, and besides that the two of you existed in a bubble no one could penetrate, intimate and trusting only each other. Now, after learning about what your former coach did to you, Remus understands why that was necessary. You were protecting each other, safeguarding your partnership and your careers. It would have made sense for you to keep Remus at more than an arm’s length, taking his coaching with grains of salt and keeping him well away from your private lives. 

But then there have been days like today. Still bickering with Sirius, still watching the two of you interact with a familiarity only years of history can grant, but feeling warm and welcome despite it all. It feels easy, to tease Sirius and let him snipe back. To let you lean your shoulder into his and not move away. It feels good. 

Remus’ hip is feeling fairly good too by the time he gets back, sore from the exercise but not so stiff. As he makes his way to his room, passing Sirius’ and then yours on the way, he sees light sneaking through the crack underneath your door. 

He frowns. It’s late, and you’re meant to practice again early tomorrow morning, your last day of practice before you compete. You should be well rested. As he approaches your door, he hears sound coming from inside. Low, crackling voices, and a song that tugs at the fringes of his memory. Then a sound he knows too well, the shushing of skates on ice.

Remus knocks. The door is thin enough that he hears your little gasp and a quiet snap, and when you say “come in,” it sounds like a question. 

He suppresses a smile, opening your door cautiously in case you didn’t really mean it. 

You’re sitting on your bed, one hand atop your shut laptop. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” he says, leaning against the doorway. “It’s late.” 

“I know.” You look almost shy. Between that and the pajamas you have on, plaid little shorts and a bulky sweatshirt, Remus has the urge to pinch your chin between his fingers. “Sorry, I was just watching some, um…”

“Figure skating videos.” Your lips part, and he says, “I could hear them from outside.” 

“Oh.” You laugh. It’s a nice sound, one Remus can happily say he’s come to know well, but this one is woven through with nerves. “That’s embarrassing.” 

“Why is it embarrassing?” he asks honestly. “It’s normal to want to study your competition. And they’re fun, I still watch them all of the time.” 

“It’s not…” You give him a tentative look, then scoot over on your bed. “Do you want to see?” 

Remus can’t imagine you’re watching anything he hasn’t seen a million times, but he is curious which are your favorites. He’s careful to sit on top of your covers, a few inches between your leg and his. The bed doesn’t allow for anything more. 

“Fuck, did they really have to go back to making them out of cardboard?” 

That gets another nervous laugh out of you as you open your laptop screen, playing the video. And Remus knows then where he’s heard the music before. It’s his music. You’re watching his old routine, a niche one from a small competition back in Wales. Remus was fourteen when this was filmed. 

He glances at you, and you’re watching the video with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, the colors of the screen dancing across your eyes. 

“I’ve always admired how tight your form was,” you say. “You were so young, but it was obvious you were putting the work in.” 

“I practiced a lot,” Remus agrees. “Too much, really.” 

The nostalgia he feels for figure skating is bittersweet when he watches videos like this. He remembers spending all his time in the rink, every hour he wasn’t in school or at home, nothing spared for friends or hobbies. He did love it, but in loving it he forgot to build a life outside of it. Life was constant motion, training and competitions and awards whirling around him like the rink during a spin; by the time he had his accident anyone that might have been his friend had their own friends, and Remus realized he may have been lonely for years. 

“I’m really glad you agreed to coach us.” You’re still watching the video, young Remus doing a camel spin. “You’ve made us a lot better, both of us. I know Sirius is going to end up fixing the spiral, and I’m going to try my best, and…I really hope we can make you proud.” 

“You will,” Remus says, instead of you already do. It feels wrong to take any credit for how incredible you are, either one of you, but that is what he feels when he sees you out on the ice. Proud. He looks at you carefully. “You’ve seemed wound pretty tightly lately.” 

Your eyes drop, no longer looking at young Remus but not at the older one either. 

“It’s alright to be nervous,” he says gently, “so long as you know that you deserve to be here. You’re going to do great.” 

You rub your lips together. “Were you nervous during your Olympics? Is it okay for you to talk about?” 

“Yeah,” Remus says, a bit surprised, “it’s fine. I was nervous. I was…” he chuckles “I was freaking out, honestly. But when I got out there, it was really just like any rink. The music and the routine were the same, so I just let myself get lost in it. I almost forgot where I was until it was over, and people were waving flags at me and all that from the stands.” He feels his lips curve with the memory. Bumps your shoulder lightly with his. “It’s not so bad. Anyway, I think it’s got to be better to go through it with someone else. I was on my own, but you’ll have Sirius with you.” 

You give him a little sideways smile. “And you, right?” 

A fond warmth blooms in Remus’ chest. “And me.” 

“Has it been difficult for you to coach us?” you ask him tentatively. “I mean, to come back?” 

Remus takes a deep breath. “Yeah,” he says after a minute. “At first, it really was. I’m not proud of it, and I don’t think I really knew it at the time, but I was jealous of both of you. Anytime you did something differently than I would have, I got so frustrated that you were throwing away these opportunities I would kill to have again. It was easy to look at either one of you and wish I was in your place.” 

You’re nodding, not a trace of hurt or offense in your expression. You look at him like you understand. 

“But that stopped a long time ago,” he says. “After I worked with you for longer, it became clear you’re both very different skaters than I was.” You huff a laugh, and Remus nudges your shoulder admonishingly. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing. I think early on I wasn’t a very good coach to you because I couldn’t see your individual strengths. But now I think I can, and it’s really a privilege to watch you skate together. It’s lovely. And I’ve loved getting to know you and Sirius, too. So, yeah, it was difficult at first, but I’m really glad I came on. And I’m glad you were patient enough to let me stay.” 

That got a bit more earnest than he intended. Remus feels heat rise to his face, but you’re still nodding, thoughtful, like you’re trying to wrap your head around it. He sees you rub your lips together again. 

“I really want to do well,” you say softly, “but I’m not the skater Sirius is. I don’t have his natural talent, and I don’t flourish under pressure the way he does. I—that’s usually when I mess up.” Remus’ chest aches at the vulnerability in your voice, his hand moving unconsciously to cover yours on the bed. Some of the tension goes out of you at the touch. “I’ve tried my whole life to keep up with him, but I’m never quite there, and you guys, you’ve both been these incredible, talented skaters…” Your eyes meet his, timid and ashamed. “I’m afraid I’m going to let you both down.” 

“Are you kidding?” You drop your gaze, and a surprised little laugh trips off Remus’ tongue as he ducks his head to follow, holding your hand more securely. “I’m sorry, that was rash, but really. How can you think that? You’re one of the most talented skaters I’ve ever seen.” 

You’re still avoiding his gaze. He takes your chin in his hand, gentle, an encouragement more than anything, but you let him turn you towards him. 

“I don’t care how much of it comes from natural aptitude,” he says firmly. “You’re an incredible skater. Even when I didn’t know you at all, it was obvious that you care about this more than Sirius or I likely ever have. That’s important. You can see it in how hard you train, and in how you move on the ice.” Remus shakes his head, expelling a breath. “It’s mesmerizing. You’re beautiful to watch.” 

You’re not shying away from him now, but Remus doesn’t let go of you. Your expression is wide open, diffident but curious. He goes on.

“The way you skate, it’s not just about the motions or the art of it, it’s joyous. Anyone can see how happy you are out there. That’s what makes you so good. You really love it.” 

“You did, too,” you murmur. 

His voice softens in kind. “I did. But not the way you do.” 

Your eyes lower, but this time he allows you it. Remus is suddenly acutely aware of your leg where it's pressed up against his, of his own heartbeat. He’s still holding your hand. 

You wet your lips. “Do you really mean all that?” 

“Why would I give you a whole speech I didn’t believe?” 

You crack a smile. “Some coaches call it a pep talk.” 

“You’re beautiful to watch,” he says again, voice dropping to a murmur as he realizes you’re staring at his lips. He breathes in, and the distance between you lessens. “You’re beautiful.” 

Remus knows he’s judged you rightly when your hand comes around his waist, pressing into the softness of his jumper to glean an impression of the skin underneath. You kiss like you skate, with a sweet eagerness, ready to explore and wanting to learn. Your lips part, inspiring a similar parting in Remus, and you let out a breath with a soft humming sound. 

Remus' nerves are alight underneath your hand on his side. He angles his torso to get you closer, free hand coasting up your thigh. Your fingers bunch in his jumper, kisses picking up heat as he lets his hand settle at the small of your back, an echo of how Sirius touched you this morning when—

Sirius. 

Remus draws away from you so suddenly he hears you gasp. He still has your face in his hand, can feel the flustered warmth of it before he removes that too, putting distance between you. 

“Sorry.” His voice is hoarse. Guilt burns in the back of his throat. “Sorry, it’s not you. I just, I—”

Sirius. Sirius. Sirius. 

“I didn’t think that through.” He can feel his heartbeat in his mouth. Sirius is in love with you. Remus is only just starting to feel like a part of your team, but this could send you all back in time. Kissing one of his skaters, who the other is in love with? His stomach hurts. “I’m your coach, and you—we have a big competition coming up. I shouldn’t have done that.” 

He edges off your bed, looking at you while he does. Your lips are still parted, eyes wide. 

“It was a really shit idea,” he says, “and I’m so sorry. It’s my fault.” 

You rub your lips together. Remus feels it like you’re still moving them against his own. “It’s fine,” you say on a breath. “We can forget it.” 

“I’m so sorry,” he says again. 

“It’s okay.” You’re shaking your head, and he’s backing away, both of you like deer caught in headlights. “You’re right, it was silly. We’re professionals, we can get past it.” 

Remus feels himself nodding, feels the handle of your door in his hand. 

“Practice in the morning?” you ask weakly. 

He pushes out a breath as he opens the door. “Yeah. Six thirty.”

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

For context: this post is basically this sound from tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeQSHGqv/

I thought the sound is funny and I sometimes watch the youtuber from whose videos the sound is from. I can't edit and I can't draw, but I really wanted to do something with this sound so until I learn how to edit we have this stupid post

Mcgonagall: Those four Gryffindor call themselves "The Marauders", two Ravenclaws and three Slytherins call themselves "The Skittles" and three Gryffindor girls call themselves "The Valkyries"

Dumbledore: What a bunch of nerds

cut to the montage set to "Hooked on a feeling" by Blue Swede

James, actually confuse by Lily's terrible lie: A cat stole your chest? How does a cat steal a chest?

[James Potter, the hair]

Sirius, with a staight face: I don't misinform, I just lie

[Sirius Black, the mastermind]

Peter, laying face down: Literally just got robbed in the street of Hogsmeade

[Peter Pettigrew, the token straight]

Remus, while everyone is hearteyes staring at him: You can't call me mommy either. You guys are fucking weird [leaves the room]

[Remus Lupin, the casanova]

Evan, through the two-way mirror: there are aurors outside my hou... [connection cuts]

[Evan Rosier, the wildcard]

Barty, while dying of laughter, Evan is laying on the broken table: He wasn't using the Wii wrist strap

[Barty Crouch jr, the brain]

Regulus, to a person that just walked in on him holding a lighter and hairspray: Um... That's none of your concern

[Regulus Black, the lionheart]

Pandora, randomly, while everybody is studying for exams: I want to bring Nearly Headless Nick back to life just so I can kill him again.

[Pandora Ollivander, the inventor]

Dorcas, before a match, with her new broom: I'm showing those mortals what's good!

[Dorcas Meadowes, the threat]

Marlene, after being interapted 5 time in the row: I forgot what the fuck I was going to say!

[Marlene Mckinnon, the muscles]

Lily, flying on the broom head first into a wall: I don't know how to control this!

[Lily Evans, the common sense]

Mary, laying on the ground, to Marlene, boys are having a fist fighting in the background: But to be truthful, do they have the Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans in America? Been there once and never seen it.

[Mary Macdonald, the charisma]

[smuttyazrael]

Could you write stepbro!sirius making reader think that sex is a game and making her stay quiet to play her favourite game? No pressure!! I looooove the way you right

I do have an idea for part 2 so let me know if you want it.

Russian Roulette

Stepbro!Sirius x innocent!reader

Word count: 559

Summary: Sirius likes to play Russian Roulette with his step sister. Not with a gun though. They have to keep quiet so thier parents don't hear though.

Warnings: Sexual intercourse, breeding kink, Cum kink, innocence kink, oral fixation

Sirius creeps into your room quietly. Slipping into your bed.

"Siri?" You ask rolling over to face him a little sleepy still waking up. You lay against his chest.

"Hey, Y/N. I thought you might wanna play your favourite game." He says witha smile rubbing your back.

"Really? We can play Russian Roulette." You ask sitting up excited.

"Yeah, but you gotta stay quiet. Don't want mom and dad to find out our secret game." Sirius reminds you.

"Okay," you whisper giggling.

"That's my girl." He says smiling at you. He pulls you in kissing you. His tongue dips into your mouth. You moan quietly. You love his taste. He pulls away pulling your nighty off. "You wear that just for me?" You nod with a smile.

He rolls both of you so he is on top. He rolls one of you nipples in between his fingers. The other he latches on pulling lightly with his teeth. You cluntch your pussy wanting him to fill it. Feeling yourself starting you get slick, you whine.

"I got you, Y/N. Your big brother won't let you stay empty." He says pulling away.

He pushes his short off and pulls his tee shirt over his head. you run your hands down his muscular fit chest. He feeds his cock into your hungry pussy. He groans as it enters. He moan in his ear.

"Remember quiet baby girl." He whispers thrusting into you quickly.

You moan again. He slips his finger into your mouth to fill it keeping you quiet. You favourite way to play this game. He calls it Russian Roulette. The whole objective is for you to use your pussy to get his cream. You can only squeeze when your coil breaks or it's cheating. He will know if you cheat.

He keeps thrusting into you hitting the spot inside you that makes you squeeze his cream out. That's what Siri says your pussy does. You can feel the coil tightening in you belly.

"That's it baby girl. Are you gonna get my cream this time? I know you love my cream." Sirius says panting not missing a beat. You have never lost this game yet with Sirius. You always get his cream. You love his cream.

You feel the coil it you tummy break as you suck harder on his fingers, knowing this time is the same. he shoves his fingers down your throat. You gag as tears stream down your face you feel him spill inside of you. You relish in the feeling of his cream filling you. Each spurt he gives you makes you tingle more. He rolls over beside you when he finishes. His cock still wet and twitching from him creaming.

"You won again, Y/N." He says with a smile on his face.

"I always win." You say smiling. "Can we play again?"

"Maybe after a nap." He says tiredly the smile still on his face.

You snuggle up to him placing his wet cock on you tight to give it a soft place to sleep. You both close your eyes falling asleep, you feeling his cream drip out of you. You smile knowing it won't be long before you and Sirius play again. You love this game and he loves to see you happy. You rub his cock drifting off into a deeper sleep.

[omikki]

What the Marauders era would drink (Alcohol)

James: Classic pint, he's a 'lad' as they say, or bro as we say.

Sirius: Pint at first but once he gets loose, the whiskey sours come out

Remus: Whiskey coke, just trust me.

Peter: Gimlet, he'd be a gin guy. I just know

Lily: She's a classy woman but a messy drunk. Long Island iced tea

Regulus: Black Russian, no reason. I just know.

Snape: Bloody Mary, alcoholic.

Evan: Dry Martini, no sane person orders this awful mix.

Barty Jr: Porn Star Martini, he ordered it for the name at first but then realized they're actually good.

Marlene: Margarita, trust me.

Dorcas: Negroni, an earthly acquired taste

Mary: Mojito, beach vibes

Pandora: Blueberry Moonshine, beautiful and strong

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Severus Snape daughter headcanons

Slytherin all the way.

There was a debate with the sorting hat between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, but the hat landed on Slytherin

Severus taught her German and Russian

Has a pet cat

Was taught how to brew potions as a child

Skilled in occlumency and legilimens

Severus would've definitely taught her some fight moves he learned from Tobias to defend herself along with defense spells to protect herself if necessary (one of the rare good things Tobias did for Severus)

I feel his daughter would have a photographic memory

If his daughter was born before the war, then she would've met Regulus as a baby but didn't know a lot about him other than what Narcissa, Lucius, and her father told her (all good things)

Growing up, Severus didn't tell her a lot of his past, but every time she was in the Malfoy's care or Charity and Aurora's care, they would tell her all the embarrassing school stories of Severus (Severus would neither confirm or deny the stories) but they leave out the marauders of their stories (she knows about them, they always let it slip during their stories)

Educated in both the wizarding and muggle world

She definitely inherited the famous Severus glare and sharp tongue

Middle is Eileen, and Severus talks about his mother sometimes but not much

She would definitely be a bookworm

Similar to Severus, she would have an interest in potions and DADA

She and Draco would have definitely seen each other as siblings from their parents

I feel like she would be respectful and nice to house elves and would hate the abuse they face (she scolds her uncle Lucius about hurting Dobby every time she sees it)

Her and Hermione would have a school rivalry since they are both the smartest girls in their houses. But they respect each other and their intellect

If wolfstar had a child or children, then you can count on some bad blood between them (who knows... maybe an enemies to lovers)

Severus and McGonagall taught her how to dance (quite fabulously, if I may add 👌💃)

Sees Minerva as a grandmother figure (you can't tell me that McGonagall wouldn't lover her as her own)

If she had an Animagus form, it would be a cat or Raven

Her Patronus would be a bat or a cat

Has respect for the Weasley twins but will not hesitate to turn their pranks against them if it's aimed at her father, Draco, or herself

Likes Molly and Arthur but has notes on their parenting

She and Ron like playing wizard chess with each other (she beats him every time, and Ron always wants a rematch)

I feel like she would be a bit relatable to Stiles Stilinski (has ADHD, OCD, A LOT of sarcasm, and is stubborn. Wonder where she gets that from) "I mean no. Do you want to hear it in German? Nein". "I'm 140 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, ok? Sarcasm and magic are my ONLY defense."

I feel like a lot of people would be afraid of her because she is Severus's daughter

She and Luna, I feel would get along because of her creative mind and unique way of seeing the world (she would also scare off Luna's bullies)

She makes her own spells, potions, and magical objects (mad scientist mode)

Not a big fan of quidditch but supports Draco

Brains of the operation

Hates Sirius on sight and is OK Remus.

She will not hesitate to hex or murder Sirius if he continues to insult her family (she is very difficult to restrain)

Feels like Harry's babysitter for always helping him survive on his adventures

She knows Remus when she was young due to his visits to her home to pick up his supply of wolfsbane from her father (so she knows he's a werewolf)

Often scold Draco if his insults go too far.

If her dad was a part of the death eaters and she was told, she would be shocked, upset, and angry but if he told her about the double agent part then she would be more worried for him

All I got so far. Enjoy my lovelies