#i love sirius sm you don’t understand

[stistilinskii]

sirius from the very first day was walburga’s pride and joy, she loved him with her entire heart. her very own heir, and as he grew up this love only grew. sirius, who was extremely talented, and smart, and knew that his place was above others. who could be cruel when he wanted to, he reminded walburga of herself.

but then he went to hogwarts, and what at first were simple pranks that she hoped he would grow out of, turned into outright rebellion. her love for him began to twist into something dark and twisted. it became harsh words and brutal punishments.

sirius, who grows up with everything being handed to him, yet he knows it isn’t enough, and he knows it is superficial, weighing on him being the perfect heir. and he loves his mother, but he doesn’t think she’s a good person, yet he defends her, even when james looks uncomfortable and remus storms out of the room.

He loves her until it snaps, and he’s suddenly thrown out of his house. his house that he’s always known yet despised, a brother who hasn’t looked him in the eyes in years, even though he did everything for him, even though he was the sole reason he stayed so long. a mother that he once believed loved him yet is the cause of all his suffering. he knew this day was coming, in fact he wished for it, so why has it created an in unfixable ache in his heart?

Walburga, who curses her son as she blasts his face off the painting on the wall. foolish, ungrateful, blood traitor boy, she gave him everything, did she not? every punishment was for his best, how can he not see that? how can he not see her love? her hands are tainted with blood.

regulus, who watches from the corner. who looks like his brother yet is much more flawed. he does not have the same power, the same courage, yet he yearns for it, he’s yearned for it all his life, for what he sees as his mothers love, but sirius took all of it, and stole it from him. he is spiteful, he hates his brother with everything in him, for throwing everything away, but he’s grateful for this chance, even though he knows he will never escape the shadow that sirius cast infront of him.

regulus before he enters the cave. he still hates his brother, but he understands him now. he understands the grip of his mother’s love, it drowns him long before he ever enters that cave.

walburga dying soon after regulus’ death. of heartbreak.

sirius, his face on the front page of every magical newspaper. he has his mother’s sharp features, he thinks he has finally made her proud- a part of him always wanted that, didn’t it? everyone left will look at the picture and will say it was expected, that of course the black heir was nothing but an evil creature. they do not know that he is innocent, that he spent most of his life trying escape his family name, trying to be good, trying to cure himself of the cruelty that he inherited from his mother.

[themoonandthedogstar]

jkr writing (and this is straight from the poa book btw) “Lupins eyes suddenly widened, as though he was seeing something beyond Black, something none of the rest could see” and getting upset/shocked people ship wolfstar is insane

[moonstruckme]

hello! im not sure if you've done this before and if you have, i hope its ok to ask for more hehe but can i request rockstar poly marauders w a shy!reader and gets easily flustered when they show affection? thank u sm i really love all your poly marauders drabbles!!

Thank you for requesting angel <33

rockstar!marauders x shy!reader ♡ 1k words

The sound tech at this venue is nice. You liked her first for her pink hair and then for the easy way she motioned you over to help do the boys’ sound checks. You don’t think she needed the help; she only saw you standing off by herself and did a kind thing to make you feel less awkward. 

Now the boys are off in their dressing room, and you’re trailing contentedly behind her while she shows you how she sets up for shows. 

The bustle and ruckus of crews setting up before shows isn’t new to you. You’ve been with the boys since the beginning of their tour, but usually you stay out of the way, blending into walls or taking refuge in your boyfriends’ dressing room while they’re busy. You’ve never really gotten to know the actions the bustle and ruckus constitute. 

“Usually I help with lighting once I’m done with my own stuff,” the sound tech tells you. “It’s all programmed ahead of time, so really I’m just on standby in case something happens. Do the boys have a favorite color if I have to pick something?” 

You gnaw your lip, contemplative. “Sirius would probably like yellow, if you get the chance.” 

Her eyebrows shoot up. You know it’s not in the usual color palette of the boys’ shows. “Really?” 

“No.” You suck in a breath as a pair of arms wraps around your middle, releasing it when you realize it’s Sirius. “Not really. Minx, you know I hate yellow.” He smushes his face into your cheek. “Joke’s on you though, I look good in every color.” 

“Yellow certainly least,” James teases. He steps into your field of vision wearing his concert outfit. Jeans and a tight t-shirt just short enough to tease a sliver of abdomen. Of all the fans who will get to see him looking so handsome tonight, you’re glad you’re one of them. 

“Anyway,” he says, grinning, “we have a very important question for you both. No pressure.” 

“Well, some pressure,” Sirius says. 

You look at your sound tech friend. Like most crew, she’s largely unaffected by the rockstars currently sharing in casual repartee in front of her. Her eyes don’t appear to dip to James’ stomach or trace the myriad of tattoos you know are showing through Sirius’ sheer top. If anything, she looks only faintly amused by the way the band’s lead singer is mushing tiny, soft kisses into the skin by your ear. Your cheeks warm. 

“What’s the question?” you ask, dreading the reply. 

Sirius turns you in his arms, taking you by the shoulders and levelling you with a very serious look. “What is the hottest instrument for someone to play?” 

Your sound tech friend barks a laugh. “Bass,” she says. “No question.” 

James’ eyebrows fly up, his expression one of utter disbelief, but Sirius only says swiftly, “Wrong. You know what it is, don’t you, gorgeous?” 

Your shoulders gravitate upwards at the moniker. “You can’t ask me to pick between you.” 

“Don’t think of it as picking between us,” he says. “Just, which is the hottest? Objectively.” 

“I can’t be objective,” you plead. 

“Does anyone know what time it is? I can’t seem to find a clock in this whole place.” You turn your head as Remus emerges from their dressing room, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth. “Oh.” He blinks when he sees you, waving to dispel the smog. “Sorry, dovey. Where’ve you been?” 

“I’ve been here,” you say, voice softening. Sirius makes a quiet sound and hugs you again. 

“You’re cute,” he murmurs, low enough that only you can hear. Your face flames. 

“It’s quarter ‘til,” the sound tech offers helpfully. 

Remus turns to her with a smile he’ll never understand the power of. “Thank you.” 

“We’re conducting a poll on which instrument is the hottest,” James informs him. He jerks his thumb toward the sound tech. “She says bass.” 

Remus’ grin turns smug. “Quite right. What’s your pick, dove?” 

You’re mute and melting, hot enough by now that you wish you could evaporate into steam and float away through the vents. 

“She won’t say,” Sirius sighs dramatically, breath warm against your cheek. 

“Oh.” Remus seems to wisen to your plight. “It’s not really playing fair, is it? She can hardly be objective.” 

“Right,” you agree quickly. 

“But angel,” says James, bewildered, “guitar is classic.” 

“I’ll tell you what’s not fair,” Sirius argues. “For anyone to say anything other than the front man! We’re chosen for our hotness!” 

“Well, that’s not strictly true, is it?” 

“Yeah?” Sirius has that shit-eating grin, like he’s winding James up in anticipation of hauling him into a broom closet. You’re only glad it’s not directed at you. “You got something to say, Potter?”

“Sorry,” Remus apologizes to your sound tech friend on their behalf, touching a hand to Sirius’ back to guide you both towards the dressing room. James follows. 

“You’re good,” she laughs. “Nice to meet you, y/n.” 

“You too,” you say, cringing at the unintentional softness of your own voice. 

“Who was that?” Sirius asks as James closes the door to their dressing room behind you. “Have you made a new friend?” 

You groan, flopping down onto the posh-looking, uncomfortable couch and covering your face with your hands. “I was trying to.” 

“It looked like it was going well,” James says. “Maybe you can hang out with her again while we’re onstage.” 

“I can’t now,” you mumble between your palms. 

“Why not?” 

“Because,” says Remus, as he sits beside your head and begins smoothing your baby hairs with his fingers, “we’ve embarrassed her.” You let your hands slip down enough to see him, and he smiles at you. “I don’t think she’ll hold it against you, dovey. She seemed nice.” 

“You would think so.” Sirius plucks the cigarette from between Remus’ fingers, taking a drag before it can burn out. “She picked your instrument.” 

Remus shrugs, smug again. “That helps.” 

Sirius squints at him spitefully. He sits next to your knees where they’re flung over the arm of the couch. “Don’t let us spoil your new friend for you,” he says, sincerely. “She loves you already, I can tell. You’re perfect.” 

“You’re biased,” you counter, face heating again. 

Sirius grins like he can tell and reaches down to tug you upwards. He grasps you with a roughness for which he has no follow through, kissing you sweetly with his fingers bunched in your jacket.

“Wrong,” he says, lips moving against yours. “I know how to be objective.”

[futurecorps3]

Sirius black with a busty reader

𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist<3

MINORS STAY AWAY I'LL BLOCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THIS IS +18!!! See also… All marauders versions in my marauders masterlist<3

I want you all to picture me giggling and kicking my feet while writing this 'cause this is my main hoe 🤭💗

-BUYS. YOU. NECKLACES.

-I'll die on this hill dear god

-Pretty silver chains, golden necklaces with expensive charms, you name it! HE SPOILS YOU SM BECAUSE THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE ASF TOO?????

-Yk that good house of Black money n shit hehe

-Loves seeing how it sometimes gets in the middle of your tits and pulls it out himself, definitely touching you more than necessary

-"Wait, I'm almost there doll" "Do you need to bury your face in my boobs to get that crow charm out?” you deadpan with a smile, looking down at the pretty boy, feeling his nose dig in like he’s on a treasure hunt

-“Helps my visibility” yeah visibility my ass he loves your pretty tits

-He’s the “Wear what you want, I can fight” type of guy <3 (all of them are!!!)

-Will and has gotten into fights if someone’s staring and making you uncomfortable. No one disrespects his girl like that:)

-L E A T H E R T O P S

-You both wear leather tops that show your belly and chests, matching ones ofc!!!

-Remus loves sweaters, James loves crop tops

-Sirius lives for seeing you in lacy bras AND his leather jacket:(

-Boy gets heart eyes, jaw to the floor, drooling, screaming (ofc the boys mock him for it<3)

-“You’ll catch flies with that mouth, Pads” Remus smirks, watching Sirius watch you having a conversation with some Ravenclaw girl as you pour more fire whiskey on your glass “Shut it Moons” he replies, dreamy voice too entranced to even comprehend the chaos the party around him was causing

-Speaking of parties, he loves doing vodka shots from your boobs.

-Ogles them sm and compliments them all the fucking time!!!!!

-He’s shameless about it as well

-"Your tits look amazing" with a lovesick expression on his face like he genuinely loves them so so so much

-He knows his friends stare and he doesn’t mind as long as you don’t either. Boosts his ego quite a lot tbh!!

-If you feel uncomfortable, he’ll definitely do something about it! The boys would never make you uneasy, of course. They look away to be respectful, but those small glances have Sirius all cocky

-Having said THAT…

-Marks u up <3

-I’m talking love bites, scratches, hickeys

-Makes sure to make them on a regular basis so they don’t fade out with time

-Yes the boys have walked in on him marking you many times

-“Fucking hell Padfoot just lock the bloody door” James groans while covering his eyes since he knew damn well his best friend wasn’t stopping. “Hey Prongs” you giggle “Hi darling” he says, still not looking at you guys

-“Could you tell your pig boyfriend to lock the door next time?” “ITS AN ART YOU WOULDNT GET IT!!!” he yells, but the sound comes out muffled and barely understandable. “We’ll try” you muse, giggling slightly as the other boy left the room

-Won’t do any of these if he knows it bothers you!! Respectful legend <3

-So, summing it up

-He absolutely adores your boobs, is very much shameless about it and will not tolerate bullshit from anyone <3

[fallen5t4r]

How I Perceive Remus Lupin + Headcanons

Appearance

ೃ࿔₊• | Crazy amount of freckles that become much more visible after every summer

ೃ࿔₊• | Has a downturned smile <3

ೃ࿔₊• | Showed up one year taller than most of the students and some teachers and when everybody thought he’d peaked in height he just showed up after the next holidays taller than when he left

ೃ࿔₊• | Used to use half a tub of hair gel daily to try and style his hair but he eventually stopped bothering and now it just falls into place

ೃ࿔₊• | Actually has such shit eye sight but refuses to wear glasses so he’ll either wear contacts or will just thug it out without anything

ೃ࿔₊• | Has the prettiest eyelashes and the prettiest eyes ever

Personality

ೃ࿔₊• | Shy but also not really he just doesn’t want to be annoying, once you make it insanely clear that you don’t find him annoying he will not stop talking

ೃ࿔₊• | Loves to argue, he’s doesn’t even do it to be pissy he mainly does it to get a better understanding of other perspectives, he thinks that defending an opinion will get the best reasoning and explanation compared to just regular talking. (he also likes leaving an arguenent under the guise of being the bigger person and feeling like he won)

ೃ࿔₊• | He’s super competitive he doesn’t even need to be actively participating in anything or tell anyone who or what he’s rooting for just knowing that he won is enough for him

ೃ࿔₊• | The above is also why he chooses to not engage in sports, playing or watching (unless it’s james or sirius or marlene playing) because he gets too passionate about winning and gets crushed if he loses. that’s why he acts so indifferent whenever hes asked about sports

ೃ࿔₊• | Insanely forgetful just because his brain is in a million places at once, kinda guy to look you dead in the eyes while you’re talking yet miss every word you said (he feels really bad abt it), surprisingly though, he rarely ever forgets school work

Music Taste

70s

ೃ࿔₊• | The doors - if you asked him to pick a favourite song or album he simply would not be able to

ೃ࿔₊• | Cream - He isn’t usually a fan of the psychedelic rock genre but the album Disresli Gears is one of his favourites

ೃ࿔₊• | Fleetwood Mac - again he can’t pick a favourite album but one of his favourite songs is Dust

Modern

ೃ࿔₊• | Jeff Buckley - loves the entire grace album (why does lost highway relate to him sm in canon.. “i was just a lad nearly 22 neither good nor bad just a kid like you and now im lost too late to pray. holy shit literally him after the 31st of October 1981)

ೃ࿔₊• | Florence + the machine - loves the lungs album his favourite song is i’m not calling you a liar

ೃ࿔₊• | Catfish and the bottleman - The balcony is his favourite album, his favourite songs are coincide, homesick, and hourglass

Style

70s

ೃ࿔₊• | Had one pair of jeans which he rarely wore as he preferred trousers

ೃ࿔₊• | Platform loafers HATE to see him coming - he usually hates things that make him seem taller but these are his exception

ೃ࿔₊• | Always had a camera around his neck and a shit ton of spare film on him at all times

ೃ࿔₊• | Doesn’t have a strict aesthetic, wears whatever is comfiest which is usually clothes he’s had for years that are slightly worn down

Modern

ೃ࿔₊• | You will not catch him without a messenger bag he’s the type of guy to carry half of his possessions in his bag, water he’s got it, first aid kit he’s got it, snacks he’s got it, spare underwear he’s got it, want a book to read he’s got it

ೃ࿔₊• | eclectic grandpa minus the eclectic, he could genuinely pass as somebodies grandfather

ೃ࿔₊• | Hates fast fashion, he gets so emotionally attached to each item of clothing he owns even if it’s literally disintegrating, falling apart, splitting at the seams, he will not get rid of it, you’d have to pry it from his cold dead body

Relationships

Romantic

ೃ࿔₊• | Sirius - a combination of eros and pragma type of love, this love had the initial intense passion which can often be described as ‘love at first sight’ which was then developed into something deeper over time as the individuals grow together and further develop a long lasting love

Platonic

ೃ࿔₊• | Lily - The philia type of love born between two friends who share the same values and respects for each other, it is a love similar to that of siblings in strength and duration.

More Headcanons

ೃ࿔₊• | He’s Welsh and was born and raised in Wales

ೃ࿔₊• | lowkey the nosiest people ever, bc the marauders map are you serious using it for pranks was just a mask for the real reason that Remus was invested in who was where with who and figuring out why

ೃ࿔₊• | Is a sleepy drunk

ೃ࿔₊• | Grew up listening to a bunch of Hopes favourite groups like elton john, cat stevens and simon and garfunkel so he listens to a bit of everything

ೃ࿔₊• | he always carries at least 3 hair ties on his wrist in case any of his friends need one

ೃ࿔₊• | loves music theory and is very musically talented, he also has perfect pitch - def had a music lesson where the teacher just spent the whole time testing his perfect pitch while everyone just sat there

ೃ࿔₊• | Does the wordle everyday

[bruisedboys]

KNIVES OUT - sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured .

with rugby!james!!! please. maybe patching him after a game idk up to u bae <3

aerial aerial I love u sm for this u don’t understand. rugby james <3333

summary: james hurts his wrist and thinks you worry too much

fem!reader 0.7k words

James is just coming back from his X-ray when he spots you sitting in the waiting room, next to Remus. You look frazzled, your knee bouncing like it always does when you’re worried about something, your nails lodged between your teeth. He knows they’ll be bitten down to stubs by the end of the night.

He thanks the nurse who’s ushering him and then makes a beeline for you. Remus sees him first, nudges you and points. You look up just as he’s about to say your name.

“James,” you say, and stand up so fast James is worried you’ve gotten a headrush. You meet him halfway, looking like you want to touch him but you stop when you see his wrist in its sling.

“James,” you say again. Now that he’s gotten a better look at you he thinks you’ve been crying. Your eyes aren’t red but your eyelashes are all shiny and wet. “Baby. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” James says. “Really, it’s—“

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” you interrupt, your bottom lip going a bit wobbly. “I feel so bad, Jamie, I—“

“Angel.” James touches your face with his good hand, wraps his fingers around your jaw and presses his palm to your cheek to get you to stop talking. “It’s okay. Don’t be sorry, you couldn’t have known this was gonna happen tonight.”

You bite your lip. Your eyes are starting to water over. “I know, but. I should’ve been at your game.”

James tuts at you. “Y/N, darling.” He drags his thumb under your eye where a tear is collecting, then swaps over to the other side to wipe away those tears.

“Stop apologising. It’s okay.” He gives you a grin that he hopes will help you to stop looking so sad. It’s breaking his heart, the look on your face. “And you know, I’m glad you weren’t there. I think maybe you’d break up with me if you ever saw me eat shit that badly.”

You giggle wetly. It’s kind of adorable. James kisses your cheek and then you’re leading him to sit down in between you and Remus. Sirius is nowhere to be seen, probably at the vending machine somewhere.

“What’s the verdict?” Remus asks him, who James knows is not as worried about his wrist as you are, but pretty close. He’d almost broken the speed limit on the way here.

James looks at you. He doesn’t want to lie to you, but he also doesn’t want to worry you more than you already are. He tries to soften the blow.

“Uh. It’s— they think it’s just a fracture,” he says, mostly to you. He hopes by putting ‘just’ in front of it he’ll make it sound not as bad as it is. It doesn’t work.

“A fracture?” You say, whirling on him, worried all over again. “So, what, it’s broken?”

James looks at Remus for help. Remus gives him a look like don’t look at me.

“Kind of?” James says, wincing. The real answer is yes, it is broken. But he’s not about to say that to you. You make a face at his answer (or lack of) so he reassures quickly, “Really, honey. It’s just a small fracture, baby. It’ll heal in no time.”

You don’t look convinced. You sigh and grab James’ good hand, pushing your fingers in between his.

“James,” you sigh again.

All the sighing makes James sigh, too. He knew this would be how you’d react. Knew you’d probably cry over him, no matter how much he wishes you wouldn’t. If he’s being honest, he’d react the same, probably worse.

“I’m okay,” he reassures you again. He’s gonna say it a million times if he has to. And really, he is okay. He’d be much worse if he didn’t have a lovely, kind girlfriend worrying over him. He squeezes your hand and hopes you feel how grateful he is for you. “They’re gonna fix me up and then we’re gonna go home and cuddle. Okay?”

You look up at him. Looking half sad and half hopeful. “How am I ever gonna cuddle you properly with a cast in the way?”

James laughs, so loud the people sitting in front of him turn around, but he hardly cares. He lifts your hand to his lips and kiss kiss kisses along your wrist.

“We’ll figure it out, angel.”

-

[sirius-archive]

Hello my beautiful cinnamon buns,

First off im not really sure if anyone uses tumblr anymore lol. But I wanted to give my love to everyone who’s stuck with me 😭😭😭 I love you sm.

Second I want to address what’s happening with Chaos Theory and Young Gods. I’m not going to lie; I was plagued with writers block for months and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. So I swapped my uni course from veterinary medicine to literature and creative writing which has helped me immensely and it’s something I really enjoy!

Then my dog died and I got diagnosed with a rare disease after a two year rollercoaster of endless specialist appointments, blood tests, biopsies, ED visits and procedures ✌️so that was fun.

The new diagnoses meant I have spent a lot of time resting and My new uni course has kind of steered me in a new direction and I can’t help but notice how cringe my writing used to be 💀 like you guys deserve so much better than the cringe shit I used to write lol.

So anyway all this is to say that I have not given up on my two WIPS. I’ve kind of got an idea of what I want with Chaos Theory but it’s just a matter of writing it. I’m also not sure if I should start in Year 3 or Year 4 because I’ve got ideas for both. As for young gods I haven’t given up on that either. That’s all I can say for that lol.

I want to also add that I’ve created a new account bc this one is connected to an email address I don’t use anymore. I’ll no longer be active here. So sign up here if you still want to live w me in hell. @sirius

Anyway that’s all for now my beautiful butterflies 🦋 I love you all! Thank you for sticking with me and if you haven’t I understand totally lol.

[galaxostars]

001 SIRRY because i love hearing you wax poetic about them ehehehe

• when I started shipping it if I did: good question uhhh I think it was about a year ago?

• my thoughts: GODDDD im so insane about them, i just love how inevitable they feel most of all. like. esp in the context of canon (I don’t think abt them in aus much ngl), sirius going to azkaban when he was so young, coming out older outside but emotionally stunted, yk? still a kid who never really got to grow up, esp if you take into account the trauma of growing up in an abusive household, getting into a war so young…. which yeah, we’re all thinking abt harry rn. the parallels of these two are insane they drive me nuts. then ofc the found family trope hits so hard bc, they both need a family so bad, someone who understands them, but not someone who will treat them like they’re fragile yk? i will never not think about how everyone was treating harry like a kid, and sirius like a freak, in canon. sirius standing up to harry who deserved to have all the info to fight during a war that painted a fucking target on his back but everyone shutting sirius down UGH. I just think no one understands each other as well as sirius and harry. I love them platonically too so so much. but in a romantic context it’s so different and smmm fun bc sirius will do ANYTHING for harry, that’s his baby, like; that’s the kid he swore to protect, that’s his dead best friend/savior’s child, but that’s also his savior—post azkaban, and it’s also a person on their own (which btw, sassy harry fits SO well w sirius lmao), it’s not a replacement for james or lily. sirius will stop at nothing to give harry what he needs…. but also what he wants, and that’s where it gets SO juicy, bc harry wants him but Sirius has to fight his guilt, his fraying morals (which, it’s canon that sirius is a morally grey character so it’s so fun to play w that), and maybe even, the thought that he’s dangerous, bc I hc the blacks as having a very intense, almost violent type of love. and I could see sirius being scared of that, of loving harry too hard, or too wrong. but harry is just. so lost. so starved for love. and he loves sirius sm, sirius is his whole damn world and the only thing that makes sense, that makes him feel safe in this fucked up world that’s always been so cold to him, and he doesn’t enjoy seeing sirius fight himself, carry the guilt on his own, but he so desperately doesn’t want to be alone in this either, and SIRIUS WONT LET HIM feel alone in this bc harry already carries too much on his shoulders and ughfjffkdndkfnskxbm basically they need to fuck but it’s hard to get them there, but once they do, it’s better than an anything else, it’s HEALING.

• What makes me happy about them: I think mostly that they’re each other’s person. like. they just get each other. also just. the sheer joy and relief they have of being in each others presence.

• What makes me sad about them: THE TRAGEDY OF FORBIDDEN LOVE, OF THE WAR, OF THEIR TRAUMA UGHHH also the miscommunication trope sometimes, esp if there’s past prongsfoot that makes harry feel like a replacement for his dad, or their trauma getting in the way

• things done in fanfic that annoys me: I love them, next question

• things I look for in fanfic: mhm the tension +++, the moral debate of it all, and their banter omg I eat it up everyyyy timeeee harry is SUCH a brat but sirius is also a comedic king AND a hot one at that and he’s so good at shutting harry up even tho it truly is harry who has sirius wrapped around his finger. i also love when the power imbalance / the age gap is explored bc… like it feels like the elephant in the room otherwise lmao. and it can be so fun esp during sex!

• Who I'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I can ship both of them with literally almost anyoneeeee, like I love these two characters so so much that. I love all ships w them? I think I just tend to gravitate wayyy less towards sirius/hermione bc I just… really don’t see it and in my head, even sirius is kinda scrunching up his nose at the thought xD but honestly, that’s literally just me!! cheering sirmione shippers on!! have fun!!!!

• My happily ever after for them: a canon divergent AU in which sirius DOESNT die and harry DOES end up living with him thank you very much, and MOLLY LEAVES SIRIUS TF ALONE (needed to get that off my chest lmfao)

• who is the big spoon/little spoon: I see them switching tbh

• what is their favorite non-sexual activity: taking the piss out of each other 💀 maybe quidditch thooo or going on sirius’ bike; I feel like they’d have lots of fun riding, the two of them *exaggerated wink*

[iheartmoons]

HI OMG

i just finished reading it and my heart.

sirius being happy for remus and being happy that he’s moved in but also wanting him to love him back at the same time </333

“i’m happy you’ve found someone, except i’m not.” sirius my baby oh my god. and him saying that he’d let remus come back if he still wanted to be sirius’ 😭😭 I CANT BREATHE

i love this sm you actually don’t understand i’m heartbroken and i fully believe that remus still loves him and sirius just doesn’t see it

AJSJF THANK U <33 i’m very very glad you enjoyed it, and honestly same - i believe remus still loves him. sirius is just too oblivious ☹️

i wanna just hold sirius and tell him it’s alright and make them kiss or something OH GOD

[ravenoclock]

SKAJDJSKANAN ive been putting off reading this fic since i learnt of its existence cuz it’s canon compliant and all that. i haven’t even finished it yet and can SENSE my mental health deteriorating by the moment… but i feel like I’m processing it better than when i read crimson rivers and the hand that feeds (GOD THOSE TWO KILLED ME) cuz i had no one to talk to abt those fics so i was suffering in silence so tysm <3.

UR RIGHT. THE PRONGSFOOT. AGSHAHJAHAH. they’re so toxic and i hate it and i love it and it’s all so confusing because i feel sm for them and I can’t understand it all.

OKOK ON TO CHAPTER 8….

“How do you let go?”

“I don’t know”

(You never know.)

fuck. that… wow. just…speechless. i’m speechless rn.

JAMES MY POOR BABY :(( Effie and Monty dying and him just throwing himself off whatever cliff he was on and Sirius being like ‘if we go down we go down together’ too seriously (it’s literally in his name idk what I expected). Sirius being enabler of the century because she’ll love James unconditionally no matter what and the whole anything you can do I can do better thing so they’re basically enabling each other to destroy themselves and continue to destroy themselves.

JAMES HAVING FOUR SECRET STASHES. WHAT THE ACTUAL-

oh and Remus’ lingering gaze. we see you mf. (so does Sirius but they don’t know wtf it is they want).

OH AND HARRY IN THE WOMB. HARRY POTTER IS IN THE GODDAMN FUCKING WOMB BECAUSE JAMSS FORGOT THE SPELLS AND SJSBSJAJJAJAJAJAJ. they were both grieving and their hopes are all piled onto this child and it’s just so so fucking sad and heartbreaking and they all deserved to live and love and all that corny bullshit they NEVER GOT TO DO. none of them are dead yet (most of them are like halfway there ;-;) and i’m not doing that okay. SIRIUS IS GODFATHER!!! YESSSSSSSS!!! and her being like ‘i don’t know how to love i just know what it feels to not have it’ is just EJHDSHJS WHYYYYYYYY.

Sirius, who exists at ends of two extremes, no middle ground, no fixed point. He is always too much and never enough. A man who cries, and someone crying, who is not a man. Sirius doesn't get to live in absolutes; when he's at his weakest, he wishes he could, just for the ease of it, just to know something and, if he's lucky, not hate it.

hey. my (nonexistent) therapist wants to call you up for wrecking me like this. that was a fucking bomb drop. not cool. i had to take a lap around the room (or 9) after reading this or else i was gonna cry cuz DAMN. WHAT YHE FUCK.

is this like a universal experience? where everyone feels like they’re too much yet not enough at all? cuz like I think it all the time and im sure there are more people who do?? im not at all comparing my situation to that of Sirius’ in this fic, but im just curious. have you ever felt that way before?

WOLFSTAR MAKING UP FROM A NONEXISTENT BREAKUP CUZ THEY WETENT EVEN TOGETHER IS SO THEM. HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MYCH I LOVE THEM?? I DONT THINK SO. I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR. REMUS BEING LIKE ‘THIS IS GOOD’ AND SIRIUS INTERNALLY COMBUSTING FROM HOW SWEET HE IS LIKE CHRIST SIRIUS HE WAS ALWAYS THERE AND ALWAYS IN LOVE AND ALWAYS WILLIBG TO TRY BUT SIRIUD DIDNT WANT TO BELIEVE IT (cuz of the whole ‘he deserves better and you know it’ and all his other self dialogue that isn’t exactly healthy and happy) BUT ARGEHSJSH. I CANT THINK STRAIGHT WITH THEM. THE FLUFF. LOVE LOVE LIVE LIVE LOVE LIVE LOVE. im gonna ignore the fact that it’s canon compliant rn cuz they’re happy so im happy and the whole world must be happy and allow them to be happy for the rest of time (AHEM IM LOOKING AT U BALDY VOLDY) anyways when i read chapter 9 I’ll be back :)).

@labyrinthhofmymind

the following content has spoilers for a fic called presque vu by bizarrestars.

I WILL BE KEEPING U UPDATED BECAUSE I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO ABT THIS. ITS TOO LATE TO BACK OUT.

ANYWHO;

SIRIUS SAYING REG AND JAMES ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO KNOW ENOUGH TO LOVE HIM KILLED ME. I DIED. WTF.

OH AND THE SETTLE DOWN THING AND HOW SIRIUS FOESNT WANT TO SETTLE DOWN. AND REMUS BEING LIKE ‘YEAH I WOULD FOR THE RIGHT PERSON’ AND LOOKING AT SIRIUS AND SIRIUS IS LIKE ‘he deserves better and you know it’ NOO, LOVE, YOU ARE SOULMATES PLS PLS RECONSIDR. DJJSSJSJSJ.

also Sirius’ whole thing about not wanting to label because why the fuck do you have to label is so real. it’s literally what I tell my friends when they ask why I don’t label and they just look at me weird (except for one of them who said—to my face btw— ‘there’s so many labels just pick one’). anyways Sirius spiralling and being like ew why tf is he making me spiral (abt Dearborn) is SO FUNNY (ik it was like an angsty scene and all but they made me crack up).

Peter yelling ‘don’t forget to use the spells’ is so USHAKAKNS. WHY?! and knowing he’s a spy…. have I mentioned that I want to rip my hair out? No? currently ripping my hair out.

…the chapter ending? the ending of chapter 7??? excuse me??? WHY DID SIRIUS DO THAT. the heartbreak I could feel from Remus. WTF. also I don’t think Sirius did it (the thing with Dearborn) but again, he’s an extremely unreliable narrator so who tf actually knows. idk tho. can I say I’m neutral unless it’s confirmed that he did or didn’t do it? what do u think? wolfstar is so problematic and low key toxic but DHSHJS I LOVE RHEM SM. GAH. also the paranoia in this chapter with Sirius suspecting Remus as the spy… WHY. WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY??!!!!!? canon compliant fics will be the death of me I swear. they’re like a drug you can’t get enough of with the full knowledge that it’s not that good for you. anywho. also Sirius is like ‘I wouldn’t settle down not because you don’t deserve it but because I don’t’ and I find that heartbreaking. :(( Sirius you are loved.

when I finish the next few chapters I’ll post another rant. tysm for reading!!

[tired-bisexual-brainrot]

one of my favorite hc’s is that james and marlene grew up together. just imagine them knowing each other since they were babies. i love them they’re platonically so top tier <3

like imagine they get to hogwarts and both make friends that they hang out with all the time so their groups kinda combine and one day in like 5th year they’re all talking abt funny stories from their child hood or something and marlene starts laughing turns to james and is like “jamie do you remember when we were 6 and your parents let us watch that muggle disney movie snow white and you liked it sm that the next day when i came over you said “hi hoe” because you were referring to the song and didn’t know abt the other meaning” and james ofc gets super embarrassed but everyone else just stops for a second and sirius says “YOU TWO KNEW EACH OTHER WHEN YOU WERE SIX??!!?!?” marlene: “dumbass we’ve known each other since we were born, why are you just now figuring this out?” remus: “how come we never knew this we’ve been friends for 5 years”

james not being able to hide his feelings for regulus from marlene so he rants to her abt how “regulus is so smart, regulus is so pretty, have you seen regulus’ eyes?” because he can’t talk abt it with sirius or the other marauders

marlene finding james sitting by the fire at 2 in the morning silently sobbing his eyes out because he’s so worried abt his friends and and he’s scared and all these other feelings he doesn’t want to talk abt but he can’t let his friends know that he’s not as ok as he pretends to be and when he notices her he tries to hide his tears and act like he couldn’t sleep but marlene just shakes her head sits down next him and holds him until he falls asleep in her lap from exhaustion they don’t even needs words bc to james marlene is the most comforting thing in the world and they just understand each other

them teasing each other all the time abt anything under the sun

them getting married at 5 years old and effie helping them set it up in the back yard and inviting james’ grandparents. they still honor their marriage to this day and say things like “idk i’ll have to see what my wife thinks of this” and “cass you just kissed a married woman james isn’t gonna be happy i’m cheating on him”

james being the first person marlene comes out to as a lesbian and him telling her he loves her and she’s his best friend and that he’s proud of her and and all that and then he says “considering you said you wanted to be a guy for a day when you were older so you could know what it’s like to kiss a girl when we were 7, this wasn’t much of a surprise”

they have so much potential as a friendship you guys are really missing out

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! i love your writing sm, was wondering if i could request poly! marauders x shy! reader!! like they try to fluster her whenever they can, maybe leading to smut? totally okay if not, just thought i’d ask, hope you’re well <3

Thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x shy!reader ♡ 625 words

“He-llo, gorgeous,” Sirius says as you walk into the boys’ dorm, and you know instantly that it’s going to be a trying afternoon. “Who gave you permission to look that good on a Tuesday, huh?”

You feel blood rush to your face, but you put all the severity you can into one word as you sit on Remus’ bed, far as you can get from your smirking boyfriend. “Quit.” 

You should have known it would only encourage him. Sirius arches one eyebrow, smile spreading like a blight across his pretty face. “Oh I see. Feeling bold today, are we? Wanna repeat that, pretty girl?” 

You don’t, actually. Your daily quota of boldness has hit its limit.

Sirius is downright gleeful at your silence. “Aw, come on. I love it when you boss me around, sweetheart. Moony, isn’t she cute when she tells us what to do?” 

“I wouldn’t know.” Remus’ voice is quiet behind you, lilting in that way it gets when he’s particularly amused. “She never does it with me.” 

James laughs from where he’s digging through his wardrobe, fishing out a pair of sweats to change into from his robes. “Only you, Pads. You’re the only one who pushes her that far.” 

“Mm, but she gives up too easily.” You can hear the pout in Sirius’ voice, can feel his stare boring into the top of your head, but you don’t look up from where you’ve begun picking your nails. 

“Hey.” Remus’ hand wraps around yours, shielding your fingertips from one another. You tense. “Don’t do that.” 

“Sorry,” you say, but the word is barely audible, barely more than breath. 

“What was that?” You can feel him shifting around you on the bed. When you still won’t look up, he slides to the floor, crouching in front of you to capture your eyes. “Look at me, darling.” 

You do, for the half of a second it takes for him to smirk, and then you realize his game, the sneaky bastard. You can feel your heartbeat in your face. You know you have to be red as a stop sign, but neither Remus or Sirius will heed you. 

You look to James, your softhearted angel, for help. Remus chuckles, hand flattening against the side of your knee to rub soothingly, but you know better than to fall for that now. After a few moments of silence, James glances over. His eyes soften into warm brown mush when he sees the plea on your face. 

“Aw, sweetheart,” he coos, forgoing his search for a shirt and opening his arms as he comes your way. “Are they being cruel?” 

You’re not ready to commit to slander, but you accept his hug readily. He steals you from Remus’ grasp, taking you into his hold and scrubbing a hand up and down your spine while he laughs. 

“You should be ashamed of yourselves,” he teases the other boys, palm steadfast on your back. “Ganging up on our poor girl like that.” 

“Hey, I just wanted her to know that she looks nice,” Sirius says, and without removing your face from James’ neck you can picture his don’t-shoot gesture. “Anyway, it seems like she got what she wanted in the end.” 

James’ laughter starts up again, a low rumble in his chest that has you tensing warily. “Ah, I think I understand,” he says, voice turning smooth as velvet. “You just wanted to feel me up while I’m shirtless, is that right, sweetheart?” 

You make a quiet, miserable sound, slumping against him despondently as his shoulders shake underneath you. 

“You little pervert,” James goes on, teasing tone at odds with the steady patting of his hand on your back. “Lucky for you I’m willing to be objectified, you freak.” 

[padfootastic]

I’m loving the discourse here about Sirius fanon (mis)characterization, and I just wanted to add, if we take canon situations which point to Sirius’ impulsiveness, they are - going after Peter in 1981, his attempts to break into Gryffindor tower and coming back into the country when Harry’s scar hurt. I did not include going to the DoM because I don’t think this was impulsive, unless Remus, Tonks, Moody, Kingsley and Dumbledore going to the DoM is also called ‘impulsive’. His godson was in danger, he had a far better reason than the others (including the Aurors still on Ministry payroll, pretending to be supporting Fudge) to go to the DoM. If we look at the other examples, we can see that the main reasons behind his actions are usually (in no particular order) grief, love for his godson, and trauma. In fact, we know that despite his grief, he even tried to take Harry in 1981. It was only when he was denied by Hagrid (Dumbledore, really) that he goes after Peter.

I completely agree that the big deal made out of his ‘recklessness’ and ‘impulsivity’ in OOTP were completely out of the blue. What really frustrates me about that is also that neither Molly nor Hermione ever apologize for their comments or behavior. I’d have liked to see Molly acknowledge she was unfair to Sirius, because she was panicking about her family being in danger, or Hermione acknowledging that she was passing judgement on Sirius because she had no idea what she was talking about when it comes to PTSD or trauma. Fans are quick to forget that she’s equally as clueless about how to deal with Harry’s PTSD in OOTP, but somehow all of this disappears in time for HBP, and everyone ‘moves on’.

The only person who truly understands Sirius (as much as he can, when dealing with his own trauma) in OOTP is Harry. Remus’ nonchalance at keeping Sirius imprisoned in a house with his worst childhood memories is also baffling. Actually, Harry’s reactions are most often a parallel to Sirius’ reactions - Harry running after Bellatrix, like Sirius went after Peter, after the death of the only family they had. But, Harry’s actions or reactions are always portrayed in a heroic light, they are always because of his love, or saving-people-thing (an oversimplification from Hermione that also frustrates me). JKR’s bias in her portrayal of Sirius is obvious, and fans seem to have run with the caricature they made of Sirius in the movies and in Hermione and Molly’s OOTP words.

hello anon! 💜 you and me both, tbh. i hadn’t quite realised how many people were disgruntled with sirius’ fanon self so its quite fun for me to see all these interpretations.

re the DoM, i thought this was a wonderful post analysing why it wasn’t reckless of him to go, like u said.

re the other things, definitely—loyalty, love, trauma, and grief make up so much of his core traits/responses. people like attributing selfishness/recklessness/immaturity to his decision to go after Peter but i don’t agree with them tbh. he’s just lost his james, he’s in a haze of grief and anger and guilt, and along comes a person who takes his godson on the orders of someone who’s the leader of their side in the war. why wouldn’t sirius, who’s deferred to the order before (harry’s bday), listen? especially when it gives him a chance to go after the traitor? it’s not a stretch, or arrogance, to think he’d be (the only one) capable of catching peter—no one else knows about the switch *and* the animagus thing, after all. it’s entirely possible for him to think about it in terms of neutralising a threat tbh. and iirc, he didn’t even go after peter to kill him or wtv? i’m pretty sure it was firstly a ‘how could u do this’ endeavour but also he’s morally against that kind of violence, isn’t he?

and yes! it frustrated me sm that the narrative itself justified molly and hermione, even when they’re categorically wrong (atleast imo). i’m pretty sure sirius’ arc (and james, to a lesser extent) is why the ‘show, not tell’ thing has made such an impression on me because jkr told us a whole lot about sirius but showed the exact opposite and that’s led to this clusterfuck of a canon characterisation lol.

remus’ lack of care about sirius being imprisoned in GP makes me think that maybe he didn’t know all that much about his childhood, tbh. it lends even more credence to my hc that only james did. there was a shocking lack of care towards the kind of abuse walburga’s portrait & kreacher were hurling at sirius and the implications it had. and harry definitely showed an amount of care & understanding that others didn’t, imo. that comparison between umbridge and walburga, for one. the sirius-harry parallels are unending, aren’t they? because that’s such a good point about peter/bellatrix. it’s interesting how similar actions, similar motivations can be demonised one way and praised the other.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

It’s a Real Thing?

This is very much outside of my normal kind of oneshot, but I love it sm so here you go!

Mary was sat flicking through a magazine next to the black lake, when a Slytherin boy walked up to her. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, and she looked up, confused. She almost did a double take as her eyes scanned over the boy. He was almost identical to Sirius, just with shorter hair and a Slytherin tie. After a moment of disbelief, she realised that he must be Regulus Black.

“Um… hi?” She said, confused.

“Hi, are you, er, are you Mary MacDonald?” His accent was much more refined than Sirius’, and Mary narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Could I- could I talk to you?”

“Why? Is this about your little dickhead friends shouting stuff at me?”

“No, no!” He turned red, slightly uncomfortable. “Sirius said- Sirius said that you might understand something I-“ he swallowed, struggling to say it out loud. “I need help with.”

“Right…” she couldn’t help but be slightly suspicious, but her natural kindness gave in pretty quickly as she stared at the panicked boy in front of her. “What’s going on?” The boy sat down awkwardly in front of her, before fixing his eyes on the grass, pulling it up from its roots.

“I’m not sure where to start.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve never… liked anyone. In that way.” Ah. So he actually did talk to Sirius. “And I always thought I was just too young. That it would come at some point, but it hasn’t, and I’m starting to think it never will, and I just don’t really understand.” He seemed to say it all in one breath, uncomfortable.

“Okay, I know why Sirius told you to come to me.” Regulus looked up hopefully. “Have you ever heard of the sexuality aroace?” He shook his head, confused. “It’s short for aromantic and asexual. Essentially, aromanticism means not feeling romantic attraction towards anyone, and asexuality is not feeling sexual attraction towards anyone.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “So, not liking anyone. I’m aroace.”

“It’s a real thing?” He asked, stunned, his voice breaking slightly.

“It’s a real thing.” She assured. “A normal thing. I used to think that when I really wanted to be close to someone, that I liked them, but many aroace people can develop strong platonic feelings for people, and want to be in really close friendships with them, without wanting to date them.”

“I-“ he was really struggling with opening up. “I thought I was broken or something.”

“You’re not broken. There are so many aroace people. Do you think the label fits you?” He nodded, eyes shining.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” She glanced at him, a gentle expression on her face. “Are you okay?” He nodded, swiping at his face quickly.

“Thank you.” He got up quickly, going to leave.

“Wait, Regulus?” He turned back around, facing her. “I’m here if you want to talk about it.” He gave her a small smile, before walking away, and Mary turned back to her magazine, happy that she could make someone else feel less alone.

(Bonus: Mary becoming a professor at Hogwarts and educating young students about different identities and helping even more students feel less alone in their LGBTQIA+ identities)

I’m aroace, so aroace Regulus and Mary hold very special places in my heart, and I wanted to take this as an opportunity to spread some info on being aroace!!

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9!! or 33! also ur writing is beautiful god i love it sm u r a gift ALSO I FUCKING LOVE UR -as a syrian- SYIRAN REMUS/HOPE HC SOOO MUCH U DONT UNDERSTAND THE JOY THAT WRITING RIGHT THERE IS MY LIFELINE I GENUINELY MADE ME SO HAPPY WHEN I SAW THAT AND am bitmanna lakki isboo3 7illo mitlik <33

Notes: Oh God habit I am absolutely balling with tears! like babes I don’t even know what to say i am just an entire mess!! I am going through a real drought with my writing because of a lot of annoying fucked up personal life shit but I am really really trying to get back into the swing of things, this is short I know, so rohee, please send me another prompt and maybe I can write something longer, Wallah I’m trying, but my brain is just such shit right now :( But I included Vivian in this because of you and I adore you babes xxx

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Sometimes Sirius looks at Remus in moments like these— quiet and contemplative amidst a crisp summer night and cloaked in the glow of a thousand burning stars hanging above them like a benediction— and all he feels is that strange cocktail of wanting and yearning and aching that infests his bones and festers in his gut and sometimes threatens to shatter open his ribcage with the startling ferocity of it. But other times he looks at Remus and all he feels, all he knows and all he can understand, is a simmering sort of desperation, like embers being stoked in his heart. Desperate for so much of him, for any part of him, desperate for all of him. Desperate to relearn the facets of Remus that the werewolf had locked away with such unflinching precision nearly four months ago. Ever since that April night that none of them speak about, the night they make it a point to try and forget, to exhaust every flicker of energy to avoid. The night that created a fisher between Remus and the other Marauders that none of them knew how to begin to cement over, to repair, to make it back to how it had been.

But it’s better now, if only slightly. Remus had begun talking to Sirius willingly by mid May, and had begun openly laughing with him in June. And now— Well now they’re here— Or well, perhaps the better turn of phrase is that Sirius is here. Sirius is on the Swansea coast, spending the final fleeting week of the summer before their sixth year with the Lupins after Remus had miraculously agreed to as much, and it feels like maybe it can be the start of healing, or something like healing at the very least.

It’s been a week of blink and you’ll miss it smiles in the mornings and carefully calculated distances so they can’t ever accidentally knock shoulders or brush hands throughout the days, and their nights are spent usually passing a discrete joint back and forth before sleeping stiffly besides one another on Remus’s old twin sized mattress. But despite the icy overture Sirius has been suffering through, it’s still an olive branch all the same, and Remus is on the other side of it— he reckons that he’d just about walk through a thousand stinging hexes just for the chance of them returning to their normal once more.

And it’s the candor in that contemplation that steels Sirius’s resolve to make it till term begins after the fourth morning and he feels his insides crumble up into a ball, watch as Remus flinches back when their pinkies tap against one another reaching for the plate of goat cheese on the table spread of the traditional, Arabian breakfast that Vivian makes every Friday morning.

“Well that’s sweet,” Remus’s aforementioned mother squawks, thankfully shattering the awkwardness of the moment before it ever can actually begin, rising gracefully to meet her muggle husband at the door, holding a frilly lace bag of sweets in one hand and a letter in the other. “When did you get this, love?”

“I didn’t. A bloody owl dropped it off.”

Remus and Sirius’s eyes lock onto one another immediately, both familiar with the glistening, golden and scarlet paper Mrs Potter favors, and her habit of sending random packages of fudge whenever she fancies. So neither of them are surprised when Vivian’s bright, nearly amber eyes— the same shade of Remus’s own— go alight and focusses towards them. “We should bake something to send back to James’s mother, don’t you think Remi.”

Remus flushes, hates the endearment his mother calls him more than his actual name, though Sirius can’t help but think it’s fucking cute as hell on all counts.

“Oi, I think you should Ms Hussein, ’s only right, innit?”

“Stuff it, Black.” Remus hisses, elbows him on the side with a barely concealed smirk.

“No, nah, Remus, your man is spot on. You both should bake something sweet, say thank you and all.”

Remus glares straight forwards, boring his molten eyes into Sirius’s own and it’s the first time it feels like there’s a thawing between them— No. More than that. It feels like he has his Remus back. It feels like maybe those breaths of moment even— those breaths when it was just the two of them and they’d lock their smallest fingers or end up spooning on Remus’s bed or just staring soulfully at one another because there is nothing else they’d rather be doing.

Those breaths of moment that hinted at so much more.

“Hmm, right.” Remus says in that quiet, mishcevious way of his, like when he thinks of a beyond brilliant prank, or when he does something bloody insane like hug Sirius. “Mama, you’ve got that powerpoint to prepare for class. I tell you what, how bout Sirius here and I bake the cookies. Chocolate chip, we can get the recipe from that book you found at the flee market last weekend.”

Sirius’s brows hike up, a choked laugh stuck in his Adam’s apple as Vivian giddily agrees and Remus smugly mouths, you get the pink one.

And yeah, maybe this is actually the start of healing or something like tat after all. h

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[musicallisto]

🍸 pls! i haven't asked for one of these in a while but i have full faith in u <3 (i'd like one for the hp fandom, any era, and i'm a straight female :))

i’m a gryffindor, enfj, and libra and when i ask people to describe me in one word, they usually say bubbly, righteous, or fiery!

i love to read, dance, listen to music, hang out with friends, and volunteer! i'd also like to travel a lot more in the future because i know quite a few languages. (mandarin, english, french, and some spanish!)

i’m very much an overachiever, and there are a lot of expectations on me to do well, but sometimes all that pressure gets really stressful & i also tend to hide sadness with jokes :( i'm also very stubborn and a perfectionist, so it's hard for me to compromise/let go sometimes.

i wouldn't say i'm super adventurous, but i will try almost anything at least once!

lastly: i'm chinese-canadian, 5'4", with dark brown hair + freckles!

thank u sm in advance!

I ship you with...

I mean yeah OBVIOUSLY it had to be James Potter, but hear me out: it's not a cop-out, even though I know you love him, because some things are just meant to be... like you and James.

He’d be the best at making you feel at ease and generally finding the right words to calm you down. He’s not the kind of person to be anxious over his grades, yet for some reason always comes in the very firsts of the class, and that lowkey infuriates you because he spends all his time pulling pranks and then effortlessly gets O’s? how? but his detachment is really effective in helping you take your mind off things. Like, if James says it’s not the end of the world if you don’t finish the paper tonight, then it’s probably not.

He’d also be SO impressed at you for being able to speak so many languages! He’d ask you to teach him, and at first he’d be a genuinely attentive pupil, but once thing he’s not really good at is patience, so when he inevitably finds out that languages don’t come magically to you unless you study and practice them, he declares he’d much rather hear you tell him sweet words in all these foreign languages he doesn’t understand.

And you seize the opportunity to playfully insult him, because he has no idea what you’re saying at all.

“Espèce d’andouille, j’ai jamais vu un idiot pareil” “Ah, music to my ears”

A game Sirius joins soon enough, because he speaks and understands French as well and he thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world

Though James doesn’t understand why Sirius out of all people is calling him sweet names in French all of a sudden, and why you’re both laughing out of your damn minds, but oh well. Maybe Sirius finally succumbed to his charm <3

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, golden boy.”

hgs celebration