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starryjax0 · 1 year ago
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everyday i wake up and i miss sirius black
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faefellangel · 10 days ago
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“You were my little bit of magic.”
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rottensouldier · 2 months ago
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old man wolfstar 💗 (ik its hard to tell with that juicy man ass)
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logicalnonsense-smiley · 27 days ago
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intotheswollenriver · 9 months ago
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I really think they look great together in this outfit in the film😇
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padfootsaphrodite · 19 days ago
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Sirius waking Remus up with the sweetest birthday kiss to his forehead and Remus humming in acknowledgement and letting Sirius know he's awake so now Sirius is kissing all over his face telling him happy birthday and that he loves him between each kiss and Remus scrunching his face up and giggling.
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etclouie · 2 months ago
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home is in her arms
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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; after escaping from Azkaban, Sirius finds himself longing to be back in your arms (Sirius Black x fem!reader)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; allusions to reader being at school with sirius, allusions to sirius and reader having a previous relationship/arrangement (ie fwb or something akin to it), possible touch starved!sirius, that’s it
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 624
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; something about giving sirius a happy life after azkaban will always get me
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you’d heard of the news of Sirius escaping from Azkaban, and it sent a flurry of emotions through you. 
you hadn’t seen him since, but the longing you had—the love you shared, it was all still there. 
at least on your end it was. 
really, you had no clue how Sirius still felt. when he got arrested, it had been days since you last seen each other. 
but now, you anxiously waited at Grimmauld Place. someone else in The Order had told you that he was returning, and you wanted to be there. 
memories of your younger days painted the walls, latched into every nick and scratch across the wallpaper. god, did it feel like coming home. 
getting pulled from your thoughts as the front door opened, eyes meeting his and your breath catching in your throat. 
in his eyes, you searched and searched, until you found the same longing looking back at you. 
he took a couple quick strides towards you, before he held you against his chest. simultaneously, the tension lifted from both of your shoulders. 
“hi Siri”
you whispered softly, tears threatening to fall as you met his eyes again. 
twelve long years of longing and yearning coming to a head all at once, and a chuckle of disbelief left him. 
“you came”
his words held that same tone of disbelief and bewilderment, because he couldn’t grasp why you’d stick around. staying so tightly sewn to him, even after all this time. 
“wouldn’t want you on your own”
he chuckled again, resting his forehead to yours. he relished in this, having you in his arms again after being apart for so long. 
holding each other for a couple of minutes, basking of having him back, having him home in your arms— before you whisked him away upstairs, helping him get cleaned up. 
if anything, his demeanour towards you was softer. as though he was scared of losing you all over again. 
when you got him into bed, he held his arms out expectantly towards you and you couldn’t help but crawl into his arms again. 
curled into his side with your head on his shoulder, his right hand traced the length of your spine while he rested his chin on the top of your head. 
laying your hand on his chest, fingers splayed across his heart and feeling the steady thump of it against his chest. 
“i missed you”
you broke the silence, glancing up at him to see his eyes already on you—just how they had been since he walked through the door. 
he couldn’t pull his gaze away from you, afraid that if he looked away for a second you’d be pulled from his arms. 
“missed you more love”
the pet name had heat dancing across your cheeks, nestling your head in against his throat. 
everything about Sirius was perfect to you, even if he failed to see it in himself. but with the love and admiration you showed him, he’d follow whatever you said. 
he’d follow you to the ends of the earth. 
“stay with me?”
he spoke up after a beat, hand stilling on the small of your back out of a fear deep down of misreading everything. 
how he let the little voices inside control his thoughts, even now with you curled in against his side, he’d never know but they’d always be there. chipping away at him, just how they had for the past twelve years. 
“never leaving you again”
the reassurance had his chest feeling tight, and a newfound love soaring in his heart. 
he knew in this moment, you’d be here to stay and that he’d always, without any shadow of a doubt be able to find home in your arms. 
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reblogs are highly appreciated !
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dyl-z · 2 months ago
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atlasdoe · 7 months ago
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IF I HAVE TO SEE ONE MORE "DUMBLEDORE WHERE HAVE YOU BURRIED ALL YOUR CHILDREN" TIKTOK WITH A BUNCH OF CHARACTERS WHOS DEATHS DUMBLEDORE HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH I AM GOING TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND
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soup-of-the-daisies · 8 months ago
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sometimes i think about how sirius’ room in grimmauld place was kept, much like regulus’, basically exactly how he left it and then i just think. his brother, his mother, his father—did they think it was temporary? did they expect him to come back one day, say hello, and move in again? did they believe he ought to be left alone to come to his senses on his own? he’s no son of theirs but they kept it. he was all but dead to them and they kept it.
it’s a mausoleum without a body to bury. regulus died once, sirius died twice, and their rooms are kept how they left it. capsules of a better time. kreacher ensured regulus’ memory stayed, but why hold onto the remnants of sirius? it’s like cutting your dead horse’s tail, like keeping your dog’s lead, like saving your cat’s collar—like wearing your grandma’s necklace or your dad’s coat, your mum’s scarf or your grandpa’s wristwatch.
they kept it. his schoolbooks were still on the shelves, as if he’d just gone on holiday and was expected back at any moment. he was dead to them and they kept it, made it into a metaphorical tomb, the unchanged bedroom of a dead child.
it’s like a reminder of failure. but can it still be a shrine if there’s nothing there to worship?
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albi-bumblebee · 22 days ago
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people being like “harry literally said sirius wss handsome while he was dying” are misremembering and neglecting the funnier truth.
“[…]Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather’s wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil[…] He’s saying Sirius isn’t as hot as he was at 16 while he was LEAVING THIS EARTH.
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maxdibert · 2 months ago
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Sirius Black calling Snape “Snivelly” when Snape, with not a penny to his name, had to keep living in that shitty slum he grew up in, in a rundown Muggle neighborhood, without complaining once, while Sirius was crying in his mum’s room after two weeks in his family’s posh London house because he couldn’t stand hearing her voice—that’s one of those ironies in their dynamic that cracks me up. Honestly, outside his role as a school bully, Sirius was just a posh kid with first-world problems and thin skin, throwing tantrums over things that, for the guy he thought was a whiny, soft crybaby, were just another Tuesday.
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florsial · 11 months ago
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Coming on here to say that Sirius Black is my deranged 1920s beauty Queen, looking like he came straight from a silent film wearing a shiny black slip and cigarette in one hand while his other is around Remus’ waist to pull him into Sirius’ lap.
He’s leaving black lipstick stains over Remus’ face btw 🫶
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m00neroni · 5 months ago
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need to start calling myself sirius black because I am always thinking about knocking remus lupin up
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poitionsprince · 2 months ago
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I'm not the only one remembering it basically took them about 24 hours to get Harry to the Dursly's, right? RIGHT??
The morning we're introduced to Vernon there are already wizards out in the open celebrating, meaning Voldemort has fallen the night before and it was already KNOWN and went around.
By the time it was night time again, THEN we get to see McGonagall turning back to herself and Dumbledore coming along - AFTER THE OLD MAN HAS WENT THROUGH CELEBRATIONS ON HIS WAY THERE.
You took 24 HOURS to get the baby and take him to safety?? Hello??? Did non of the muggles or wizards around come to the scene to check wtf happened?? 😭😭
A Death Eater could so easily just come to the place and finish the job 🤚🏽😭
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harryjpotter-shitpost · 5 months ago
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“Dumbeldore is the reason why Sirius was in Azkaban. He could’ve stopped him from being sent there but didn’t because he wanted to manipulate Harry”
No he could fucking not. Even if Dumbeldore believed that Sirius was innocent he wouldn’t be able to stop it. The same way he couldn’t stop Hagrid from being arrested and sent to Azkaban in the Chamber of Secrets.
Don’t piss me off.
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