#Sirius Orion black

[outromoony]

“I'm in love with you” ★☆☆☆☆

“Finally the flesh reflects the Madness within” “Well, you'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you?” ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Narrator voice: Sirius Black was tired of waiting for them to figure it out. He decided to act

James: *trying to speak french* Bonjour, Regulus. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

Regulus: No, I don't want to sleep with you.

James: Is that what that means? Oh, bloody danmit padfoot! But well-

[milunalupin]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write a one shot for one of the mauraders?? you can choose which one (i was kinda picturing sirius) but one where he’s usually really confident around women and has a reputation for dating a lot but he develops a crush on you and loses every ounce of smoothness when you talk to him and the other mauraders tease him about it? only if you want:)

thank you so much for your request lovely ! i also thought of sirius when reading this so here he is !!

— cool cat

sirius black x reader ★ 409 words

"She's just a girl."

This was embarrassing. There he was, all rugged and tough looking in his beater gear, with his tail between his legs just because he caught sight of you looking as pretty as you did. You stood next to Lily, who had stopped by to chat with James after their Quidditch practice.

"You can talk to girls, you're Sirius Black." But as soon as you turned your head, your eyes meeting his, all his bravado crumbled. "Not as lovely as her, definitely not."

His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took a step back, trying to compose himself, but it was already too late.

James's voice rang out from across the pitch. "Oi, Padfoot! Stop hiding behind the post and come say hello!"

Sirius’s face flushed a deep shade of red, a rare sight for the usually smooth and composed Gryffindor. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of control, but he felt like a fool, the usual swagger he carried replaced by awkward steps.

“Come on, Sirius, you’re not afraid of a simple chat, are you?” you teased as he approached, clearly noticing how out of sorts he was.

"I—uh, I wasn’t… I wasn’t avoiding you or anything," he stammered, immediately cursing his own words. "Just—uh, you caught me off guard, that’s all."

Lily rolled her eyes, nudging James. "Oh, this is rich. Who knew our Sirius was so… shy?"

You smiled, clearly enjoying the show. “Shy? I don’t know about that,” you said with a teasing tilt of your head. “I’ve seen you charm half the girls in the school. Never thought I'd see the day you’d be the one tongue-tied.”

Sirius felt his face warm even more, realizing how ridiculous he must look. Pull it together, he told himself. “Tongue-tied? Not at all.” He forced a confident grin. “Just giving you a taste of my mystery. You know, keep things interesting.”

You bit back a grin, your expression turning more teasing. “Mystery, huh? Is that what we're calling it now?”

Sirius felt a flicker something—something he couldn’t quite name. “Oh, I’m full of surprises.”

James clapped him on the back, nearly sending him off balance. “Sirius Black, the master of charm, ladies and gentlemen,” he teased, looking like he was barely holding in his laughter.

You smiled at him, clearly enjoying the rare moment of vulnerability. "Don’t worry, Black. I’m not going to bite."

"Oh, I'm sure he'd love-"

"James!"

[uhhlifeig]

First Full Moon - Jan. 6th - word count: 298 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus woke up in a haze.

He looked around, taking in the cold stone walls of the Hospital Wing. His eyes flicked to the chair next to his bed. 

Normally, Sirius would have been sitting next to him, holding his hand, perhaps dozing off or reading a book.

Today was different. Sirius wasn’t there.

Remus knew that the night before, his friends had accompanied his werewolf counterpart under the moon.

Remus also knew that he could taste an iron-y tang on the back of his tongue. 

“Fuck,” Remus muttered. “Fuck.”

Did he hurt his friends? Bite one of them, perhaps? He didn’t remember.

He took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down, but it was no use. His mind spiralled.

“Oh, dear,” Madam Pomfrey clucked when she came around to his bed. “Here, take this, Remus.” She handed him a Dreamless Sleep, which he gladly took.

He downed it and thought no more.

~~~~~

“Moony,” a voice said gently. “Hey, Moons.”

Remus cracked open his eyes, seeing a figure that had storm-gray eyes and a mane of pitch black hair.

“Sirius?” Remus whispered. 

“Yeah, it’s me, Moons.” Sirius smiled down at Remus. “You okay? Did we help at all?”

“I- yeah,” Remus said. “You did.” 

“Good,” Sirius said, pecking Remus on the cheek and pulling back, scrutinizing him. Remus felt ever-so-slightly exposed. “You don’t look so good, Moons, d’you need Pomfrey?”

“No, I’m fine. It’s just- God, Sirius, you scared me. I thought I hurt you or something, when you weren’t here earlier.”

“Oh, Rem,” Sirius sighed, cupping Remus’s face in his hands. “You didn’t. Promise. Moony was very well behaved.”

“You weren’t… scared of me?” he asked. 

“I could never be scared of you,” Sirius chuckled, kissing him on the forehead. “You apologize to inanimate objects.”

[777heavengirl]

Bags II

sirius black x f!reader ! - 1,459 words masterlist bags masterlist a/n: hello! when this is posted i will be entering my test! test day treat for you all… i did wanna take a moment to thank all of you for ur support and ur kindness, it means so much more to me than u might imagine! i also literally cant believe Bags is finished- this is lowkey such such such a cheesy ending but it made me feel warm... this isn’t the end of bags, don’t fret! i have some bonus chapters planned both pre!bags and post!bags which im excited for… love u guys lots xoxo

Being in love with Sirius Black was the worst thing that could’ve happened to you. It was hell. Moving in with him was a close second on that list.

He was charming, awfully so. With his wolfish grin that made goosebumps crawl on your skin and your legs feel like jelly. Waking up to his shirtless self making you coffee the way you liked it, his head disheveled and unruly from bed, with his hand always on your hips or your waist. Squeezing, or pulling you, rubbing circles on the soft skin, tracing shapes and words. His stupidly soft lips on your neck, small ministrations that made shivers run down your spine and giggles escape your throat. 

You thought about this, about him, as you packed your bags. The empty boxes sat in the middle of the lounge and the trunk sat half-full next to the couch. 

You would soon be walking out the door with your bags. 

You paid the small pang of sadness at the pit of your stomach no mind. It was just nostalgia after all.

You went slowly, unsticking pictures from the walls, making sure there was no sellotape residue as you filed them all into a box. It was a careful process, one that you half aided with a flick of your wand, clothes slowly floating out of your closet halfway across the apartment before folding themselves into the trunk.

Sirius thought about your face as he packed. There was not much else he could think about at this moment. The soft curves of your skin, the full of your cheeks, the way your lips glistened and swole up under the bite of his kiss. 

He thought of your laugh as he packed his bags by hand, each item of clothing being folded back in, each shirt, each pair of pants, even the singular sock without a pair. He thought of the way your hair pressed to your face as you slept, of the soft mumbles that left your mouth in the middle of the night, and the way you pressed him closer to you. He took the picture of you off his wall, the sellotape sticking to his finger as he looked at you. He flipped it around-

Darling brushing her teeth, 1st night in #717

He chuckled to himself, you had been so mad after he took this picture. Yelling at him about how disheveled you looked despite the toothpaste in your mouth. You kept laughing as he decided to take more- whilst you yelled at him. He put it up next to his bed after he got it developed. 

Sirius always thought you looked gorgeous. He smiled to himself as he finished taking off the small bit of tape on it and put it away in the box with the rest of the pictures. It would go on his new wall no matter what.

He looked around his room. The one he felt as if he had just unpacked into, his home for almost three years. The walls were bare, pictures and posters tucked away in a box for safe transportation, clothes arranged and folded into the trunk next to the couch, his helmet on the kitchen table, and both your keys on the counter. 

Soon he’d be walking out the door with his bags.

-

“Are you ready to go dollface?” Sirius finally popped out of his room, after one final sweep of the flat. The emptiness of the walls made his voice bounce, he smiled brightly. 

“Godric yes- help me up” you looked up at him from the floor, extending your hands so he could pull you up. He pulled you swiftly, in one smooth motion you were chest to chest with him. 

He pressed a kiss against your lips. Even after months of being together, months of cloying nicknames, and hours cuddled in bed. Months of practically moving into his room, waking up with his hair on your face, or with his face buried between your neck and the pillow. Even after so long, your fingertips still buzzed at his kiss, your skin still reddened at his touch, and a smile never failed to break from your lips as you laid eyes on him. 

“Are you ready too?” You asked, breaking the kiss. He let out a whispered yes, the words drowned when he reconnected your lips together. You’d never get tired of it, the way he held you steadily against him, the rush of blood to your cheeks as he playfully bit your bottom lip, the way he trailed kisses down your neck. “Should we go then? Remember we have dinner with our godson tonight-”

“There’s no rush baby-” Sirius said in between kisses. You hummed in agreement, carding your fingers through his hair. It was threatening to go past his shoulders.

“Your hair is getting longer,” you noted

“Don’t you like it?” He bit at the base of your neck and you slapped him with a laugh. He shot his head up from your throat, a naughty smile on his lips like he got caught taking a cookie out of the jar before supper. His arms pulled you impossibly closer, hearts beating against each other, his hands interlinked behind your back.

“I do,” you smiled “I just think Harry might pull it into oblivion- maybe you should put it up tonight”

“Ah yes, my cheeky little godson and his awful tendency to try to make me bald-” you let out a laugh, he couldn't help to laugh too as yours shook through his chest. “He’s on a mission that one”

“I doubt he’ll be very successful with that- you got more hair than I do” You ran your hands through his soft locks again.

“Don’t be jealous sweetheart- I’ll give you all my tips, we can share shampoos now” his face got closer again,

“Not that we weren’t already-” you said rolling your eyes, your noses slightly brushed against each other

“Ah so that's why it seemed to evaporate out of the bottle hm?” his words were soft, almost against your lips, the bow of his lip brushing against yours ever so slightly. 

“I fear so-” His hands were steady as they disconnected and roamed, fingers splayed across the small of your back. You sighed against him, a smile evident over your lips that quickly pulled at the corners of his own.

“Stop distracting me Black- we got things to do” you tore away from your boyfriend, a pout jutting out as you left his lips. “None of that- come on,” you pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He groaned out an elongated fine, mocking, and silly as he let you go, hand laying a little pat over your bum. 

“Keep your hands to yourself-” he shot you a cheeky smile as he grabbed your hand to leave, his other kept a tight grip on your shared trunk. 

It was barely a blink, as the air spit you back out with a soft crackle and pop, and you stood outside the small house in Godric’s Hollow. 

“Not bad right?” You turned towards Sirius, a smile on your face as you caught him already looking at you. 

“I think the word you’re looking for is perfect doll,” Sirius scoffed, and you hummed in agreement. You couldn’t help the smile that seemed to be perpetually on your lips, he pressed a short kiss against it. 

“Here you go love-” he hung the keys from one of his fingers, the small silver dog keychain he gave you after graduation newly attached to it. 

He dropped it into the palm of your hand, lips breaking into a wide smile. 

You couldn’t help but press another kiss to his lips, chaste and giddy as you thought of your new life together. With one room to share, with one bed to sleep in, bare walls asking to be littered with pictures, books, and a tv that would probably still sit on boxes to watch shitty soaps in. A space asking to be full of your closest friends, of the people nearest to your hearts.

 You felt like a real adult, with a house of your own and the closest of friends living down the road with your godson. No jobs and fewer trips on the tube, but with a motorcycle parked out front, and English lavender still on the windowsill. Maybe you didn’t have some stuffy muggle office job, maybe you didn’t dress in crisp slacks or skirts, maybe you didn’t talk with your dad anymore, maybe you would simply spend your days with Sirius. Carefree, still young. Adults now, but somehow still stupid. Very much full of joy. 

So you went, walking through the door with your bags.

tags ; @thatlittlered @giuli-in-earth @notsolong-pause @niceonejames7 @caspiankingofnarnia @ilovejamespottersomuch @bmyva1entine @lanadelreykt @froggiedragon @stanzie @theendofthematerialgworl @featherlightfairysworld @plk-18 @coldthinghairdobakery @3sriracha @obixix

permanent tag ; @laufeysvalentine @heyyyloverr

[rogata453]

SOB being Sirius’ initials will forever be iconic.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

james is actually so weak for sirius he'll be like "man i really liked you but unfortunately you mildly inconvenienced my man so i have to kill you, sorry ://" and then do it and pick up flowers on the way home

[d-one-in-the-dirty-trench-coat]

Sirius: James, did you do that essay Minnie asked about the philosopher's stone?

James: Yeah, here you go.

James: You know? I think it's wild, what that Flamel guy did. The immortality thing.

James: Just think about it: "the immortal marauders", doing pranks to infinity cuz they can never get old.

James: Can you imagine being one age forever? Never getting past your 20's? Isn't that wild?

Remus Lupin, age 37: Yes.

[outromoony]

You don’t love someone like Sirius Black without knowing that it’s going to hurt. But Remus loved him anyway, and that’s the most beautiful kind of heartbreak.

[tyrsvault]

🐺⭐️

Not gonna post the painting I did yet because I don’t want it to get any more/less attention than these 😤

[stolenorchids]

the marauders as shit my friends have said - pt. 4

*gryffindor dormitory, 3am. Sirius is pacing around in the dim light, shirtless (obviously), while James is lounging on his bed.

Sirius - *wildly* WOAH DID HE SAY THAT?!?!?

James - no

*Sirius let's out a long, dramatic breath of relief, flopping onto James' bed*

James - but he's gay.

Sirius - wait, what? Moony's-?

James - *cutting him off* and I HATE gay people.

*Sirius instantly starts cackling, flopping himself backwards onto James' pillow, kicking his feet against the mattress*

Sirius - *weezing* you're- oh my Merlin, you're the worst Prongs!

Remus - *groggily sitting up in his bed and squinting at them* what's going on?

*both Sirius and James freeze, realising too late that Remus isn't actually asleep*

Remus - *blinking, voice deeper than usual* wait... this is so confusing. you're talking about me, right?

James - oh we're talking about you, alright.

Remus - *frowing* okay, so... Sirius is pacing because I said something... and then you're saying I'm gay-

Sirius - *snickering* and I hate gay people

*Remus stares at them for a moment, utterly unimpressed*

Remus - right, but you're both idiots, so.

*Sirius, laughing harder now, sliding off James' bed, and dramatically pretending to cry, burying his face in his hands*

Remus - *sighing, running a hand through his hair* and what exactly is the point of this conversation?

Sirius - *sniffling dramatically* that I'm madly in love with you, Moony, and you're a heartless bastard!

Remus - *blinking, completely unimpressed* you're just figuring that out?

James - *howling with laughter* Moony, you're killing him!

*Remus flops back onto his bed, shaking his head with a faint smile as Sirius crawls over, draping himself across the foot of the bed like a kicked puppy*

Sirius - *pouting* you're supposed to comfort me, yknow?

Remus *dryly* oh, ofcourse! I'll write an apology letter in the morning.

[randommmthoughts]

[ballad-of-a-bard]

I need contact I need someone to interact with me is that selfish? I’m sorry. I just need someone to tell me that someone can hear me.

[hedgehog-troops]

james who was so afraid to call sirius his BEST friend because his entire life, he has had best friends but would always get so embarrassed because hed always only be the friend. like people would go to him if there was nobody else to go to, or if they needed help with something.

then one day sirius calls james his best friend and james lowkey tears up and sirius is so happy because this boy who makes him so happy was so excited to be his best friend. sirius'!!! sirius who has always been told that nobody would ever want to be close to him because he is reckless and he destroys everything.

so from then on, sirius and james are always like my BEST friend when referring to each other.

(and what if i say eventually the lines blur and that 'best' turns into 'boy' and now with the wide grins, a dusting of pink rests on their cheeks. what if, what if.)

[uhhlifeig]

First Death - Jan. 7th - word count: 201 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus had always thought he’d be the first to die. 

He was a werewolf, after all, and there were only so many moons his body could handle before it broke down.

He had always assumed Sirius would outlive him and perhaps find another partner, forgetting Remus and building the family that he always wanted.

That was why he had never prepared for this situation.

He helplessly watched Sirius fall into the Veil in slow-motion, earth-shattering grief billowing up in his chest. 

Somehow, he knew that Sirius wouldn’t be back after he fell. He knew that the love of his life would live no more.

Harry was screaming, and it was all Remus could do to not scream right along with him. 

And Sirius fell. 

Harry made to dive into the Veil right after him, but Remus held him back. He knew that losing the Boy Who Lived was not what the Wizarding World needed at the moment.

Suddenly, Harry went limp in his arms, sobbing unintelligible things. Remus hugged him, whispering sweet nothings as he stared right at where Sirius had been standing a few moments ago.

At that moment, he swore to end Bellatrix no matter what happened to him.

@estellethewriter youre being fed this month i promise

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

sirius could be brushing his teeth and mwp behind him are crying and screaming in agony because he's so pretty