#love of my life sirius black

[m00neroni]

my participation on sirius b-day week created by @lilacella

day III: aesthetics and hcs

tall. TALL. fucking tall, bro, like 1.90 cm/6'2" !!!

long as hell lashes they almost look fake

hooded eyes, light eerie-ish grey, smudged eyeliner

sharp jaw, straight nose, pale skin with few moles scattered

pitch black wavy hair. shoulder-lenght until his mid-20s and he loved wearing it in a bun or secured with his wand. it started bothering him at work so he chopped it off

not vain, but knows he looks good and takes advantage of it

combat boots in winter, checkered and classic black vans in summer

loves tartan pattern (trousers, shirts, jackets...)

silver jewellery always (it's actually tin, he transfigured everything the moment he confirmed remus' lycanthropy)

too many piercings (complete ears, septum, bridge, nipples... he took off the brow one after a bad landed punch)

even more tattoos. no much space left for more

healer. curse breaker. somehow both

best at charms and transfiguration

one of the very few students who achieved an alchemy NEWT

beater for the gryffindor team (good for channeling bad energies (and the kit makes his arse look good)

openly against the system, much less reactionary during late adulthood but same values

⭐️ MOODBOARD TIME ⭐️

[messervixen]

At his core Remus is just that one teacher who “has a wife and kids”

[adharastarlight]

Regulus, holding a knife against james' throat: you're dead pretty boy

James who just died on the spot: you think im pretty?

Regulus: you'd make a pretty corpse, i suppose

James sighs wistfully

Regulus internally: wtf? he is kinda pretty tho-

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Candle

@wolfstarmicrofic October 27, word count 381

Remus squinted at the pages of his book. He only had a few more pages left of his chapter, but his candle had burnt so low it was barely illuminating the words any more. But he needed to finish the chapter. 

The candle was almost out, and he still had four pages left. He held his book as close as he dared to the sputtering candle when it went out. 

“Bugger,” He grumbled as he pulled out his wand. He could probably get away with it if he kept under the covers. 

“Don’t you dare, Moony,” Sirius's voice spoke softly in the darkness of the dorm room. “No Lumos, that was the deal. It’s too bright, even under your covers.” Remus put his wand back down, gutted that he couldn’t finish the chapter. 

Feet padded across the floor, and Sirius jumped into his bed, holding up his candle. “Here, finished your chapter, you nutter,” Remus grinned and stuck it in his candleholder, illuminating his bed again. 

“Thanks, Padfoot,” Remus grinned as he picked his book up again. Sirius yawned and laid himself down next to Remus. Sirius tended to crawl into bed with James when he couldn’t sleep, but on rare occasions, he chose Remus, mainly when he couldn’t be bothered walking the short distance back to his bed. Either way, Remus felt honoured when he did. 

Remus quickly finished the last few pages, and of course, it ended on a cliffhanger. He flipped to the next page, and just as he was about to start the next chapter, Sirius’s hand shot up and took the book. 

“Oh no, you don’t. It’s sleeping time now; you can read the rest tomorrow.” He picked up Remus’s bookmark off the bedside table and put it between the pages, so Remus wouldn’t lose his place before he blew out the candle. Remus rolled his eyes but wiggled down so he was lying next to Sirius. The bed wasn’t really big enough for the pair of them, but Sirius always found a way to fit. He flung his left arm and leg over Remus’s body and snuggled in tight. Remus kissed the top of his head and wrapped his arms around his best friend. Sirius sighed and snuggled impossibly closer as they both fell asleep.  

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

moonwater says their going to study with each other and james and sirius always believe them

they’ve had sex at least twice

real af. sirius and james have no idea

[darkcrowprincess]

Harry Potter thoughts:

Sirius Black and Severus Snape were the only characters in the series that were named (secret names of course) in titles of books with Harry's name. And I like to think it's like each character is like a secret window into who James and Lily Potter was as people. They each haunt the narrative. But especially in each of those books. It's funny in a soft bittersweet way to think about. Both of the Potters best friends being in a title of a book. I like to think of it as representing several things. Two parts of a whole of Harry's parents love for him. Two people to stand guard to protect Harry. Two people to represent a kind of gift James and Lily left behind for Harry. Sirius gave Harry the love he always wanted. And Snape, he kept Harry alive. For better or worse he made sure Harry survived. It's again a bittersweet thing to think about. It's like Lily and James are saying to Harry, "Death is keeping us from being with you Harry, so we will send the two people we know best to watch over and keep you safe in our stead."

@potions-of-dark-devotion

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you!)

[outromoony]

Whoever says background wolfstar is better than main wolfstar is absolutely incorrect.

[sebbianas]

listen!!!! author remus lupin dedicating all his books to sirius and its always “to my star”

[labyrinthhofmymind]

listening to david bowie’s entire discography whilst reading tcoptp >>>>

[astroselene]

no need for a hiding place

in which Sirius has to almost die before he realises he might deserve love, after all. pairing: sirius black x reader words: 1.5k tw: brief mention of blood, hospital setting a/n: because we all know sirius isn't really dead :)

-------------------------------------------------------- The hum from the machines attached to Sirius’s unconscious body was even as you dozed by his bed, your head propped on your arms. Between fits of restless sleep, you could hear nurses rushing down the corridors of St. Mungo’s and bits of conversation here and there outside Sirius’s room. It had been two days since you had faced the Death Eaters at the Department of Mysteries, Sirius coming out barely alive and rushed straight to the hospital. You hadn’t left his side since.

You brain kept replaying the events from the scene of the intense battle, curses flying everywhere, sometimes not knowing whether you had hit a friend or foe. Then suddenly there’d been a rushing sound as a curse had flown past your ear, and you had watched with horror as it hit Sirius straight on his left side. It was like everything had happened in slow motion as he’d fallen to the ground. You were certain you had lost him as you fought your way to him, dread filling your heart as you took a look at him on the stone floor. There had been blood oozing out of a deep wound from his side and he was lying at an odd angle, looking like a rag doll.

All you’d been thinking when he fell to the ground in front of the veil that if he died now, you’d never forgive yourself for not telling him how you felt.

You squeezed his hand on the hospital bed, reminding yourself that he was fine and still here, as relief kept washing over you.

Joining the Order of the Phoenix a year ago, you of course knew who Sirius Black was. Like the rest of the wizarding world, you thought he had committed the murders he had been imprisoned for almost 15 years ago now. You had been recruited to the Order by an old school friend, burning at the chance to do your part to in the resistance against You Know Who. Thus, you were rolled into the ranks, first on the outskirts of the Order, moving towards the inner circles after proving your value for having a lot of useful connections in the muggle world. Your muggle job also made for a good cover for protecting yourself.

You had met Sirius Black at the headquarters, his childhood home, now knowing the truth about him. Against all your better judgement and the logic you prided yourself on, you had at some point come to the realisation that you’d fallen hopelessly in love with him. You had tried telling yourself he was not exactly the knight in shining armour of every girl’s dreams - he was practically prisoner in his old home, still a wanted criminal in the eyes of the law and most likely not in the mental headspace for any kind of romance.

Your heart didn’t seem to care about all of these logical trivialities though. Instead, you found yourself laughing at his witty remarks, looking for ways to get to know him better and spending increasingly more time at the headquarters. One day you noticed that between you two there had developed a feeling of mutual trust and respect, even admiration, at least on your part. Sirius confided in you about his hatred for having to stay in the house that represented everything he despised now. He told you funny tales from his school days, and talked with warmth about the Potters and his old friends, and with coldness about his family. He never talked about his days in Azkaban and you never asked. He seemed to respect the fact that you didn’t pressure him, and never judged him. You didn’t let your previous misconceptions about him get in the way of getting to know the real him – the brave, thoughtful and intelligent man you had fallen hard and fast for.

And you wondered whether he felt the same – sometimes you caught him looking at you when he thought you couldn’t see. At first, he’d been in a hurry to turn his eyes away when you caught him, but lately something had changed. He maintained eye contact, even sought your eyes out with his own when there was an inside joke to be shared in the middle of a general conversation, and you could’ve sworn you kept seeing a playful glint in his deep grey eyes, reserved just for you. But you always told yourself you were imagining things because of your own feelings and naïve wishes.

Your fitful sleep was interrupted by a brush of fingers on your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes to see Sirius watching you through half lidded eyes.

“Hey you,” Sirius said. His voice sounded a little croaky.

“Sirius!” you gasped, feeling a rush of blood to your head for sitting up so quickly.

“Are you alright? How are you feeling?”

You brushed Sirius’s hair away from his face. It had gotten longer again during his months at Grimmauld Place. He kept talking about cutting it but you loved how it framed his high cheekbones and the way he had to keep tucking it behind his ears.

“I’m alright,” Sirius said quietly. He frowned, “What happened? At the ministry, I was about to....“ he focused in the distance, trying to gather pieces of memories from his muddled brain.

“Everyone’s fine, Harry’s safe. The prophecy was destroyed,” you soothed him. “You got the worst of it. You’ve been out cold for two days.”

Sirus’s shoulders sagged with relief. He looked back up at you and you felt his fingers on your cheek again.

“What about you? Are you alright?” His voice was gentle.

“I’m okay. Now that you’re awake anyway,” you smiled at him.

Your fingers were still in his hair and you stopped breathing at the look on his face. He was so close, smiling a tired smile up at you.

“I should get the healer,” you said. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait,” Sirius grabbed your arm, “have you been here the whole time?”

You felt heat rise on your cheeks. You weren’t actually sure he had wanted you there while he was unconscious, but you’d found you couldn’t leave his side either, not until you knew he was going to be okay. You were fidgeting with a loose piece of thread on Sirius’s bedsheet, your mind already going into overdrive, instinctually preparing for rejection.

“Well… yeah. I may have had to tell them I was your girlfriend, they wouldn’t have let me stay otherwise. ‘Family and close relations only’”, you huffed out an awkward laugh, “I’m sorry I said that, I shouldn’t have, I’m obviously not your girlfriend or anything, I just needed to…” you trailed off. “I just needed to know you were okay.”

You felt Sirius’s finger under your chin and he lifted your face to search your eyes with his.

“Would you like to be?” he asked quietly.

You blinked and thought your mouth must’ve been hanging open too, while you searched for your suddenly lost skill for speech.

“Would you like that?” you asked incredulously.

“Yes,” he said simply, like it was a no-brainer.

And it really wasn’t, not to him. He had known for a long time how he felt for you, but not fully admitting it to himself. His heart squeezed at the thought of you sitting by his bed for the past days, waiting for him to wake up, being always so sweet to him, so kind and caring. He knew what little he had to offer in his situation wasn’t what you deserved, but seeing your eyes light up at his answer, your beautiful smile breaking out, made him believe that maybe it was possible for him to have happiness after all.

You sat up closer to Sirius, taking his handsome face in your hands. You leaned in and touched his lips softly with your own, and at that moment you knew all the worry of the past few days and months had been worth it, all your previous heartbreaks and hurts were soothed out right in that moment. You knew Sirius was what you had been waiting for.

Sirius moved his hand at the back of your head and pulled your face against his more insistently. He kissed you with determination, like a man on a mission to show all of his buried feelings for you in that moment. His tongue brushed your lower lip and you gasped, opening your mouth to get more of his taste, more of his kisses, more of him.

Sirius leaned back but only far enough to press his forehead against yours.

“Blimey,” he barked out a laugh, “haven’t done that in ages.”

You laughed with him against his lips. “Gotta make up for lost time then,” you said.

He pecked your lips and hummed, but it turned into a small wince when he shifted on the bed.

“Hey, stay still, I’ll get the healer. I have to let them know you’re awake,” you said, worried now. You didn’t want him tearing up his stitches. The wound had been closed magically but it wouldn’t keep if he kept moving a lot.

“Whatever you say, ma’am,” Sirius winked at you.

You reluctantly moved away from him, but now you knew he wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to spend the rest of his life showing you exactly how he felt, no longer needing to hide from anything or anyone.

[im-not-cannon]

if a baby screamed at sirius? sirius would scream right back.

Efiie raised no coward.

[terymlxyrstdus]

I’m a number one wolfstar and jegulus fan but my comfort fic, the one i will read when i’m at my worst will forever be the rush of rarities, they’re ment to be together and nobody can tell me otherwise, they deserve everything in the world

- You’re a rarity, Lily Evans.

[galaxostars]

prongsfoot and wolfstar in the last chapter of Presque Vu by @starsworth

[your-neighbourhood-antisocial]

Sirius : everytime I feel pure, unfiltered rage I know I'm a black. But, everytime I don't torture everything that moves I know that I can be different

(James : pads, it's 3 am soo wtf, and also you're a Potter now. And, if destiny favours you'll be a lupin soon too

This is how James would react, but would inwardly panic coz what if Sirius thought he was too much like his family and became depressed)

[norry-yippee]

As a fan fic writer, you’d have to pry italics out of my cold dead hands.

“Oh,

Oh.”

That’s shit hits so hard

[wastingawayinmyroom]

@prongsfoot-microfic “tis better to have loved and lost.” cussing, unrequited prongsfoot and wolfstar

i love you.

“Prongs?”

“Yeah, Padfoot?”

“What… what would you do if I told you I loved you?”

Pause.

“As a friend?”

“No. More than that.”

“Oh.”

Pause.

“I’d say that I’m honored. That I’m really happy you care about me that much. But…”

Pause.

“I don’t feel the same.”

“Oh. Alright.”

Pause.

”Do you… do you feel that way, Sirius?”

“What? No, I don’t, I just— I just, you know, got curious. Someone… someone said that to me, earlier, and I just…”

“Wanted to know how somebody else would react?”

Pause.

“Yeah, I get it. Good luck on the potions test.”

“Yeah.”

Pause.

“You too, James.”

…

“Moony. Moony. Remus.”

“…Sirius? What—”

”He doesn’t feel the same.”

Pause.

“Oh.”

Pause.

“Sirius, I—”

“I’m so fucking tired.”

“I know. C’mere.”

Pause.

“Tis’ better to have loved and lost.”

“What?”

“I read it somewhere, Moony. I… got reminded of it.”

Pause.

“It doesn’t really feel better.”

“Yeah. Never does.”

“…Have you been… rejected? Before?”

“Not yet. Not directly.”

Pause.

“But I know they love someone else. Someone better.”

“How?”

“They told me. They talk to me, a lot. About that person.”

“Oh, Moony, I…”

Pause.

“That… sucks.”

“Yeah. Get some sleep, Sirius. We got a busy day tomorrow.”

“…Ok. Sorry about—”

“Shh.”

Pause.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Night, Siri.”