#post sirius black in Azkaban

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Last post of the year!

hiii it’s been a while but i wanted to share this piece i worked on last week. I hope everyone is doing great and i wish y’all a wonderful new year filled with happiness and success. i will be more active next year hopefully cause i really want to prioritize drawing and creating in general! Sorry about the angsty post haha but i kinda needed to draw this, i had it planned for a while now but i only had time to work on it now haha. anyway! see y’all next year! 🫶🏼

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"i'm older than you think." ; sirius black

pairing: sirius x reader | 1k words plot: Sirius is taken aback that you're actually older than you look. prompt: "I'm older than you think." authors note: just a little something that came to me some nights ago.

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The Black’s family home was lively, more than what you expected. Two redheads rushed past you as you brought a hand through your hair. The strong wind had messed with it. 

“Get back here you two!” a woman, also with red hair, yelled after them.

“Oh, hello, dear.” she spoke, her voice gentler.”Hello.” You answered. “Y/N, there you are.” Tonks' voice came from behind the red headed woman. A small smile spread on your face as your friend approached. “For a moment I thought you wouldn’t come, come on.” 

She engulfed you in a hug and rubbed your back in a comforting manner. With an iron grip, she dragged you into the kitchen. “I didn’t know we would have another guest, here, let me fetch another set for you.” The woman chuckled as she pushed past you two. “No need-”Don’t try, that’s Molly Weasly, just eat.” Tonks laughed as she pulled you through the door.

Around the big kitchen table sat a few more red heads, some teenagers and adults.

“Everyone, this is Y/N L/N. She’s one of the greatest Aurors I know and hopefully, after tonight, a member of the Order.” Tonks announced, a comforting hand on your shoulder as she pushed you towards the table. A man, curly hair framing his handsome bearded face and a sly smile beaming towards you, held his hand out for you to take. 

"Sirius Black, the owner of this lovely house. I’m glad a more beautiful person is joining us. Nice to meet you, love.” He spoke before he kissed your hand with a grin on his face. A certain heat crept onto your cheeks as you shot him a grin yourself.

“Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Black. This house is indeed very lovely, so bright and colorful.” You chuckled. His eyebrows shot up and a laugh escaped his mouth. 

“And she’s got humor, merlin.”

“Holy, get a room.” Tonks spat with widened eyes. She grabbed your arm and pushed you down onto a chair. “Here you go.” Molly grabbed your shoulder and placed a bowl of food in front of you. Without another word of refusal you ate what Molly had given you. You didn’t miss the many times Sirius had glanced your way.

After the meeting and your agreement to join the Order and help Harry Potter, Sirius’ godson, to help defeat Lord Voldemort, Remus Lupin had asked for another drink and you agreed to stay. Harry and his friends had gone upstairs an hour ago claiming to go to bed, though you believed otherwise. Sirius had seated himself across from you.

“So, you’re an Auror?” with a sip from your cup you nodded. “I became one right after graduation, I’ve been one ever since.” You shot him a smile and reached for your pack of cigarettes. 

With a small smile on your face you held out the pack for him. “Want one?” he shot you a smile and nodded his head. “I’d love one.” you chuckled. After lighting your stick you leaned over the table to light his. His eyes widened as you came closer as expected.

“As an Auror, you must be in grave danger.” He spoke. It was only you two, the others were immersed in their own conversations.

“It’s always dangerous, feels nearer than it did last time though.” His eyebrows furrowed and he chuckled as he blew some more smoke from his lips. You did the same. ��Last time?” you nodded and took another sip from your cup.

“The first war?” You tried, he didn’t get it though.

“What would you know of the first war? You’re barely an adult, we all know Tonks’ hardly one.” He stomped out his cigarette and without a warning a laugh escaped you. “Oh, merlin.” You heaved, wiping the non existing tears.

“What’s so funny?” he spoke, a unsure smirk on his face. “Mr. Black-” you had to laugh again.  “This is truly hilarious.” you paused

“I’m older than you think.” you took a sip from your cup and a big smile spread on your face once again. 

“What?” he managed to say, the cup of firewhiskey in front of him long forgotten. You lit yourself another cigarette and gave him a smile.

“We went to Hogwarts around the same time, I think.” you paused and his eyebrows furrowed once again. “You were a fourth or fifth year. I mean who could ever forget the great and mighty Marauders?” His mouth had opened in disbelief.

“I’m almost ten years older than your cousin.” you whispered.

“So-”Yes, I’m almost as old as you, so.” He shook his head and stood from the table. With his cup in hand he made his way next to you.

“Well, forgive me, darling. You look hardly a day over twenty.” You had to laugh again and shook your head.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Black.” he clasped your hand in his and gave you another smile. “Please call me Sirius, love.” you nodded and took another sip of your drink.

“And since the Firewhiskey is slowly loosening my tongue, I believe that I do not feel ashamed to say that I'm slowly starting to fancy you, Y/N.” you stopped yourself from laughing and nodded at him.

“I’m afraid, me too.” A wide smile spread on his face as he came close.

“Good, then I get to do this.” with a hand on your cheek he came closer. His warm lips connected with yours and with almost rehearsed movements you kissed. Your hand found the back of his head, the other sat on his neck.

 “Ew, you two.” Tonks spat and Remus had to laugh at the sight of you two.

“Definitely hardly an adult.” Sirius chuckled.

You two were out of breath as you rested your head in the crook of his neck with a grin on your face.

[sun-kissy]

sit together | s.b.

tw: angst, hurt/comfort

a/n: inspiration really struck with this one! was feeling sad about poa sirius so i decided to write this :) enjoy!

summary: sirius is back from azkaban, but things just don’t feel like they used to

“I wish I knew how to talk about it,” you murmur, gaze fixed on the tearing leather of the couch as you thumb it absentmindedly, like it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Sirius looks up from where he slouches on the other end, surprise flashing across his features. “What?”

He’s startled, really, that you decided to start a conversation. It’s something you haven’t done once in these past few days.

Sirius presumed you’d be happy to have him home, glad to be reunited with your lover after twelve long years. But ever since he returned, he’s felt a constant craving for your affection.

The truth was that he didn’t feel much different right now from how he did in Azkaban.

Hours spent tirelessly longing for you - for the touch of your soft skin beneath his calloused hands, the feel of your tender lips on his chapped ones. It was how he survived, dreaming of who was waiting for him on the other side of the cruel metal bars.

It had felt like he was going mad sometimes, crazy for you. Hands grasping at what he thought was the fabric of your dress. Fever dreams and hallucinations of soft moans, whispered promises. Loud sobs racking his body because he envisioned a glimpse of your death. But you were here, now, sitting stoic in front of him.

You weren’t the same anymore, though. You were no longer the person he had left behind when he was taken away. You weren’t his.

What had once been stolen kisses and longing stares had turned into accidental touches and pulling away. Late night heart-to-hearts about rings and cradles had been replaced with small talk, mindless rambling for the sake of conversation.

Where there had been love, there was now a barrier. And Sirius couldn’t tell if it was a mental one or a physical one; considering that you now slept with two doors separating you.

He wished he could say all of this, express the twinge of pain that tore through his chest every time he looked into your lifeless eyes. But all that he managed to croak out was, “What do you mean?”

“This,” you gesture between the two of you, finally mustering the strength to meet his steady gaze. You wish you hadn’t. The torment in his eyes was going to haunt you for the rest of your life.

Everything had changed, it was as obvious as the rising of the sun. His departure had left you like a rag doll, solemn and still as though the life had been sucked out of you. It was more than a decade ago. But you had felt the anguish grip you every minute of every day from the time he was taken away.

He had left you with so much anger, so much hatred for the circumstances you were left in. You knew deep down that it wasn’t his fault, of course it wasn’t. But you weren’t about to direct your fury at anyone else. Not at Remus, the pathetic bloke who had just lost his best friends. Not at Peter - he deserved nothing, not even your emotions.

So you channeled your rage at Sirius. Because you were so desperate to get the image of his pleading eyes out of your head, so fraught with the need to kill the longing ache that filled your body when he double-crossed your mind. You couldn’t bear the pain of loving him, so you convinced yourself to hate him. Told yourself that he killed James and Lily. He abandoned you and was never coming back.

But he was here now, looking at you like his universe began and ended with your love.

You suck in a shaky breath and continue, convincing yourself that if you didn’t have this conversation now, you never would. “I don’t know how to talk about this. About us. Nothing’s…. nothing’s the same anymore.”

Sirius’ eyebrows bunch in concern, and you don’t miss the slight quiver in his lips as he bites down on them. He breathes sharply, blinking away what looks suspiciously like tears.

“Well,” he starts, gulping down a lump in his throat as he continues to train his eyes on you. “You don’t- we don’t have to talk about it.”

“I don’t?”

“No, you don’t.”

“We can just… we can just sit together,” he blurts out, seeming puzzled at his own words for a moment as he averts his gaze to the ground.

But then his expression clears up, and he looks back into your eyes, surprisingly firm. “If you’d like to, I mean. If you’d like to sit together.”

“Sit with you?” you repeat.

“Sit with me,” he says again.

“Okay.”

Sirius lets out a tense exhale, visibly relieved. He gives you a terse yet encouraging smile, patting the spot next to him.

You take a deep breath, pressing your palms into the couch as you move yourself towards him.

The next moment, your indent in the couch is melding with his, knees touching the other’s. He extends his arm behind you, unsure. But when you don’t protest, he wraps it around you gently, pulling you into his side with all the care in the world.

“Okay?”

Uncertainty.

“Okay.”

Hope.

You feel your walls start to collapse, involuntarily melting into Sirius’ touch. This is what it used to be like, this is how you used to spend your days.

It was engraved into your very bones, the feel of his skin against yours. Etched on your soul were the hearts he used to trace with his slender fingers, the marks of where he left his kisses. Visible to no one but you and him.

He sucks in a trembling breath and you fear he’s going to start crying. Worse, you think you might just crumble into a pool of tears yourself. So you do what your heart is screaming at you to, and wrap your arms around him tenderly.

Sirius immediately tugs you impossibly closer, burying his face in your hair. You feel the yearning in his embrace, his hungry craving to hold you close. His tears wet your hair as you nestle your face in his chest.

The both of you stay like that for what feels like forever, making up for all the time you should’ve had. At one point you start to rock him as he cries, trying to pretend like his muffled sobs didn’t send daggers through your heart.

“I love you,” Sirius breathes shakily, a while after his bout of tears has passed.

Silence.

He seems to understand, seems to accept it. He gently rakes his fingers through your hair. “Do you love me?”

It’s less of a question, more of a plead. You think he might already know the answer. And you know he’d continue to love you either way.

“I don’t know,” you admit softly, feeling the guilt squeeze your chest.

You feel his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he murmurs, a hint of heartbreak in his voice. He lays his head on your yours and closes his eyes as he squeezes you just a little bit tighter. “You don’t have to love me. Not now, not ever. But… until you do, we can just continue to sit together, you know?”

That earns a soft chuckle from you.

“Sit together,” you muse, feeling your lips start to curve upwards. Your agreement is obvious from the smile in your voice.

“Sit together,” he echoes, smiling softly.

Sirius would love you for the rest of his life if you’d let him. But until you did, he was content to just sit next to you with his arm around your shoulder and head resting on yours.

[outromoony]

*Post Azkaban*

Sirius: How could you recognize me after all these years?

Remus: What a stupid question. I’ve known the shape of you in my soul long before I ever saw your face. You’ve been a part of me for so long, written into every beat of my heart. Time could never erase that.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Honey, I’m Home-!

Sirius Black x Mom! Reader

Ever since Sirius was sent to Azkaban, you were the one in charge of raising Harry. Doing your best, and lucky to have Remus to help. Because of that, a certain Rat wasn’t able to avoid any of your gazes. When Harry’s third year came to a end, you were given quite a surprise at the train station

Warnings 18+, P in V, Female Reader, high emotions, hurt comfort, fluffy and heated sex, getting back together, implied breeding kink, taking care of your man with baths food and you, sir this bed is about to be destroyed with how hard he’s going to rail you. Also, implied Wolfstar/ Remus x You/Poly situation deal up in here hehehehe

“Harry-!” You called, with a smile. Always there to pick him up from the station, every single time. As a good parent would. Ever since you found out he had such a risk to end up at the Dursleys, like hell you would let that happen. Made you pamper him a bit, given your good friends lost their lives for him. But like hell he didn’t deserve it.

“Shhh shh-!” Harry was soon hushing his friends, leaving you confused. Hermione and Ron quick to hush up, while Remus would set the last of the bags off the train. Wanting to help out, since there were so many Weasleys to worry about. The way he smiled, you were even more curious. You couldn’t recall the last time he looked so relieved. Was there a change in laws that permitted him to work at Hogwarts?

“Children, settle down. Settle down. Go on and show her the surprise.” He teases them, as he would help Molly with the rest of the Weasleys. He threw you a wink, which had you very confused. Not what did that Marauder have in mind this time?

“Mum…..Can we get a dog?” Harry asked you, as the trio stood next to each other. With cuts and bruises all over, but smiling. Even Ron seemed chipper, despite the fact he was in crutch. The hell did those three get into this time?

“A dog-? Harry….You know why we can’t get a dog.” You sighed, not wanting to have this discussion again. With out Sirius, you just couldn’t. Any dog was to painful of a reminder. Oh how you miss your padfoot. What you would give to see him again.

“Mum, please? He’s got no where else to go. Just look at him-“ Harry pleaded, as the trio stepped aside. The dog now exposed to you. Was so painfully skinny, yet also so furry at the same time. Matted fur, and just looking like a grim. He looked so much like Sirius, but so dead as well. Your heart just couldn’t say no this time.

The defeated sigh had them cheer, as Remus returned. Still giving you this coy smile, that had you furrow your brows. You felt like you were missing something, but you didn’t know what. You just knew that it was time to take everyone home.

With Harry hugging his friends goodbye, while this new dog stuck close to your legs, Remus would catch up quickly with Molly. Explaining something. You swore it was about Scabbers, but the new playmate was keeping your attention. Suddenly jumping on you, and licking your face.

“ACK-! HEEL HEEL-!” You called, as the dog was just to strong. How was something so fragile so durable? Reminded you of Sirius. How even in his dog form he was able to tackle people down. Was just making your heart hurt more, which in a morbid sense made you unable to refuse the dog either.

“Mum, Uncle Remus said you should head home with our new dog. He needs me to stay here and catch Mrs. Weasley up on stuff.” The way he fidgeted with his glasses told you it was a mixture of a lie and some truths. What the hell were these people planning? Was this some scheme to help you move on? Accept Sirius was never coming back? That hurt, but also a point was made. Who can escape Azkaban?

“Alright. But be home before dark.” You warned, as you kissed his forehead. Right on his scar, which made him smile. He made sure to give you a hug, before quickly returning to the red heads. Poor Molly looked ready to faint. Make that she did, and the twins had to catch her. Yeah, like hell you wanted to be involved with that.

“Alright, let’s-“ But the dog was running. Right through the wall, with no hesitation. You were flabbergasted, but had no time to think. Harry’s new dog was running off. No way you wanted his poor heart broken over that. So, you ran after it. Trying to catch up, but it seemed high on life.

“GET BACK HERE-!” You hollered, as the dog was running like it was the last thing it could ever do. You were so focused on trying to catch up to it, you barely noticed where you were running towards. By the time you finally caught up, you were wheezing. Hands on your knees, as the door the dog stopped at opened.

“About time Master and Mistress Black returned.” Kreacher sneered, as the dog hurried inside. Did he say what you think he said? No way. That can’t be Sirius. No way in hell. Looks like him, but he’s in Azkaban. You don’t just escape Azkaban. Sure, the daily prophet said he did. But it was more than likely gossip gone wild. You swore every week they said someone did, only for them to be returned the next day.

“Kreacher, phew, give me a minute here.” You coughed, as you stumbled inside. Left for the building to vanish, in the early morning fog. As if it was never there. Leaving you to be alone, with the elf and dog, as you hung up your coat.

You did your best with making the home more live able. The spare rooms built for whenever Harry wanted friends over for the summers. Along with just a safe haven for friends in need of a stay. You turned what was once a cage, into a proper home. Seemed the dog loved it, as it was quick to run up the stairs. Bolting past the curtained painting, and straight to your bedroom.

“How does it….No. no this can’t be. No way…” It was starting to become harder to deny, as you walked up the stairs. By the time you reached the door, you heard it. That familiar eerie bone cracking, when a animagus was changing forms. No way. It couldn’t be. It can’t-

“Home sweet home-“ That gruff voice sung to you, as you opened the door. There he was. Your husband. Your world. Your everything. Standing there, bending his back, as he sported a tattered Azkaban uniform. Bloody, dirty, hardly clothing at all. Hair a mangled mess, and in desempate need of a bath and shave. He was so sickly thin, the very thin fabric was just a sheet on him. Hardly could process it, when those dark eyes locked on yours. Hair so long now, and body tattered. No matter the design, it was still him. Your Sirius.

“Hardly changed a day…” He dreamily said, with that exhausted smile. He was so drained, but you could still see the pure joy in his eyes. He was home. He was with you, and could be there for Harry now. His best friend Remus was in his life again. He’s not in that damn prison, and he’s in your sight once more.

You didn’t care about the grime, as you practically fell into his arms. Sobbing in joy, as he held you close. Despite his thinner structure, he was able to hold you tightly. As tightly as he could, and sway with you. No need for words. Just gentle tears.

That was why Remus was so coy, and why Harry had you two run off. You two needed time to reconnect. Even so young, Harry could grasp how important this was. Guess you were rasing him right. Seemed also that Kreacher might have missed Sirius as well, because you could hear a bath being run. No one asked for it, but he did it. His own free choice. He missed him, in his own way.

“Darling, I love you so much. I really do, but I am so fucking gross right now. You know I’m being honest when even I’m unable to handle my own stink. I’ve had sex with Moony under a full moon. I’m GROSS gross right now. I will kill for a bath-“ He went on, making you just laugh with your tears. Despite the years in such a horrific prison, he was still himself. Guess he was always a little insane.

You didn’t let him go an inch, as you trailed after him to the bathroom. More than happy to help him wash. Just enjoying the needed intimate moment. Just a wife, washing her husband. By god was he filthy. By the time Harry and Remus returned, he was finally drying off. You had no idea if the bathtub will ever recover. Least he was now in his favorite black robe.

“I’ve got dinner handled, don’t worry-!” Remus called, as Sirius would come down the stairs with you. Unable to let go of his arm, and he hardly complained. He missed your touch all the same, as you two would enter the dinning room. Where Harry sat.

“Guess we better start from the beginning.” Harry murmured. You had already gotten used to your son’s insane adventures, but this one took the cake. He got his god father out of Azkaban, somehow-? Yeah, you were sitting down for this. Mindlessly playing with the exposed chest hair you could grab, as the trio of misfits began to explain.

Even while eating, more like Sirius devouring anything in sight, there was so much to discuss. Was mostly Remus, and Harry, speaking. Given Sirius was more so busy hiding during that time frame. Oh how your heart had broken, and repaired, over and over from it all. Your poor husband. But, he’s back now. He’s back, and he’s never leaving you again.

“I know you are my god father and all, but….Do I call you dad now-?” Harry asked. He’s thirteen, still a child after all. It’s going to be a lot to process, even by Wizard standards. With his meal finished, Sirius did have to think a moment. Dispite the fact Harry knew Sirius from stories, because of you and Remus, he was still a stranger after all.

“Uncle Padfoot will work just fine.” He smiled, as he ruffled Harry’s hair. That made the young teen give an awkward grin, as there was something to work with now. Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier. Just staring with such love to him, with your head on his shoulder. Taking in that scent, as Remus was unable to stop his smile to.

“Harry, dear, why don’t we go out for a walk. Hm?” Remus asked him, making the boy raise a brow. Why would he want to….Oh. Right. Remus would give a gentle head nudge towards the door, and Harry was quick to get the message. Grabbing his jacket, wand, and chasing after his uncle. Not wanting to say another word, as he really rather not think about his mother’s sex life. Even if it’s with his god father.

The second the door closed, you were yanked from your chair. You gave a squeak, as you were tossed over his shoulder. Just like the old days at school. Whenever he wanted your attention, he simply tossed you over his shoulder. Forcing you to pay attention to him, as he would steal you to a private room for a discussion.

“I’m not letting you out of that bed until the head board breaks-“ He warned, as that had your heart racing. Twelve years is a long time, and there was most certainly some catching up to do. You couldn’t deny that, as you watch the stairs trail behind him. Escorting you to your once shared bedroom. Now together again.

You were plopped right on the bed, and he was on you like the hungry dog he was. Stealing you into his lips, and you couldn’t stop your moaning. It had been so long. You needed him as badly as he needed you. How you were enjoying the new long hair, and tangling your fingers into it. Needing as much skin as you could get from him.

He was more than happy to give it to you. The robe thrown aside, as he was pulling at your clothes. Not giving damn if they tore. Nothing else mattered in this moment. He wanted to fuck his wife, and by god was he going to. Twelve years, in Azkaban. He’s going to get all twelve years of pent up desire out in one night. Will your body recover? Do you even care?

“Sirius-“ You sighed, as he finally got your top off. His face buried into your chest, as he snapped your bra strap off. Tossing it aside, as he drank you up. Just feeling your skin on his, and savoring the long missed flesh against his bearded face. Feeling that freshly softened hair on your chest felt so good. Every single fiber of your existence was on fire. Felt like you might implode.

“Not a day passed by, that I wasn’t thinking of you. You, Remus, Harry, you three were what kept me sane. I knew you three were safe with each other. Waiting for me. I came back. I came back, like I promised.” He sighed, as you felt the tears on your chest. Gentle fingers played with his hair, as to try and calm him down. Comforting him.

“I always knew you would.” You felt so silly thinking Remus would ever try and help you move on. Hypocrite he would have been. Human emotions be human emotions, and they were being carnal right now. Needing to burn and burn and burn.

“Have me again, like you’ve had me before.” You asked him, as you cupped his face. Having that thick beard nuzzle into your palm, as those dark eyes stared up to yours. So much pain in his face, but comfort in his eyes. It’s a long journey to recover, but his soul was still there. His body is damaged, but a body can repair. A mind is harder, and that was the battle. A battle he won.

With a kiss to your palm, he would soon attack your lips. Growling into you, as he pulled away the rest of your clothes. Needing to devour your body. Soon marking away at your neck, your chest, your arms. If there was anything his lips could grasp, and making sure you were marked. As if to remind the world you belonged to him, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Not anymore.

“Sirius, how can you still be such a tease?” You whined, as he was grazing his teeth over your thigh. Leaving a bite on your flesh. Letting himself enjoy the flavor of the tingling flesh under his tongue.

“What? I’m an old dog. Old dogs have bad habits.” He teased, before he finally allowed you to get some attention. He really didn’t change, and you were shocked. Never thought being abused could be useful. Only a Black would have such a morbid survival skill.

Before any more depressing thoughts could fill your head, you were able to enjoy the familiar sight. Your husband between your legs, with his cock rubbing against you. The tip of his cock coming into view, whenever he rolled his hips up and down. Rubbing right on your clit, and making you whimper. Sure you’ve played with yourself, but nothing beats his touch.

You both were gripping tightly. Him on your thighs, while you grabbed his shoulders. Needing to feel him in your hands. You both needed it so badly, but both held a near fear. As if afraid that it was all a dream. Luckily, he had the nerve to test that fear. Test it, as he finally pushed in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this-“ He moaned, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The way he growled, and his body just shivered. Aching, and moaning. Might spill just then, if he didn’t stop. Just savoring the feeling of being back inside of you, and how your eyes watered from pure comfort. To have your husband back.

He would lean down, and kiss away your tears, before he allowed himself to move. Just moaning for you, as his nails dug into your flesh. Marking you more, as you moaned into each others mouths. Needing to drink in every last thing you both could offer. So much to catch up on, and to make up for.

With the tender moment passing, you were soon reminded of the wild man you married. The feeling of your legs being pushed towards your shoulders, as he tried to get into you deeper. With his hands now on your ankles, as he was snapping his hips into yours. Needing to make sure you felt ever inch of him.

You loved it, and missed it, all. The feeling of your arms around his neck, and tangling your fingers into his hair. How he growled into you, and the snarls. Oh how you loved how animalistic he was for you. How he would bark and howl at the beg and call to you. Your big bad wolf.

It was all you missed. Had you in a mixture of tears, and pure desire. How he wanted to fight your tears, and kissed you. As heated as he could, to make up for the years parted. To taste you, and savor you all over again. Just the sounds of your moans, the creaking bed, and the flesh on flesh.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, but you felt him pull your lip. Sinking his teeth into it. A typical sign that he was close. A need to ground himself, to last a little longer. Oh how you missed his little habits. That thrill of pain again sent you over, as you came with him. To be as connected as possible.

You expected to get a moment to savor the after glow, but he kept true to his word. You were soon tossed onto your stomach, with the ass in the air. Of course he wanted doggy. It’s cheesey, but a favorite. Suppose one more round could be mustered.

One more became two, and three, and soon you had to chug a Pepper Up potion to keep up. You lost track of the rounds, before you were laid on your back. Soaked in sweat, and sticky from it all. Sheets hardly on the bed, and you were certain there were cracks in the wood. Hardly could breathe, but it seemed he was satisfied.

“Pretty sure you fucked a dozen kids into me.” You wheezed, as he chuckled. Enjoying a much needed cigarette, but still making sure you were comforted. Having your head in his lap, as he played with your face. Admiring all your features.

“Good.” He snickered, as you swatted at his hand. The both of you able to share a laugh, as there was a soft knock at the door. All Sirius had to do was give a sniff in the air, and he knew who it was. A whistle was given, before he grabbed a pillow for you. So you could cover up, despite the fact Remus has certainly saw you naked many times.

“Feeling better now-? Could have used a silencing charm. Had to tell Harry Kreacher was fixing a wardrobe.” Remus scoffed, with a tray of needed drinks and snacks. He would set it down on the bed side table, before joining on the bed. He deserved to catch up with Sirius to. Fine by you.

With some shifting, you were soon snuggled between the two men. Sirius still playing with your hair, as the two men remained sitting up. Keeping their voices low, so you could drift. Just able to be safe, and warm, again. Snuggling your husband, and comforted by the sound of old memories.

What a wonderful lullaby.

[blacleria]

~~~Blacleria’s official Sirius Black Timeline - Part 3~~~

2022-2024, 30-32 years old

So here we are, the final part! You already know most of the artworks, I just added one unknown artwork 😬It is the one and only time I painted Gary Oldman as Sirius, and I just did it as a warm-up for future Sirius artworks 🤭

[alltoounwellll]

after azkaban sirius notices the new scars. some fresher than others. winding themselves around remus’ body like jagged wire.

“show me your scars” he says one morning. their legs tangled together beneath linen sheets.

“why?” remus asks, shying away.

“because I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

[yourgalgremlin]

Rewriting the Wolfstar Fight in POA:

SIRIUS: You MARRIED my cousin's daughter?!

REMUS: FAKE-married! You faked your death?!

SIRIUS: At least mine is forgivable!

REMUS: Oh so you're allowed to fake-DIE but I'm not allowed to fake-MARRY your niece?

TONKS: Hey my #1 wlw ship is w/ Fleur Delacour (the hot Veela) so Ima pack my ✨fake-DǏCK✨ for my REAL-gf. Bye✌🏼

[blackcatworshipcommittee]

“Need help finding anything?”

“Oh- no, thanks. Just picking this up to help… a friend.”

(I didn’t feel like drawing in any detail 😂😭)

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

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[pinkcutiepiee]

Comfort [post Azkaban!Sirius black x reader]

Inspired by this list || masterlist

gender neutral reader

synopsis: since escaping Azkaban, Sirius has been having frequent night terrors

warnings: night terrors / brief mention of sirius having past trauma [no detail into this though]

if you could wish for anything, it would be to stop all the night terrors that have been keeping your beloved awake every night, almost, since escaping azkaban.

This was the 5th time over the past 7 nights he has woken up, trembling and sweaty. Still unable to rest after so long, he begins to lose hope that it'll get better. Even as you hold him, he feels scared, though he feels more grounded now.

He's sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard as you're sat on his lap: his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him; as your arms are around his neck, hands stroking his hair.

"Sshh baby, you're safe now," you'll whisper. Knowing that your words won't fix his issues and trauma, or get rid of his night terrors completely, but you hope that you are able to bring him some sort of comfort in these times.

The feeling of his tear-stained cheeks buried on your chest; combined with his heavy breaths into the fabric of your pyjamas breaks your heart as you hold his trembling body.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You ask. Although you know his answer will likely not change from previous nights when you've asked the same question. When his answer remains the same as that of previous nights; you remain unoffended, understanding why he is unable to share the details of his night terrors. Instead, you continue to hold him close to you.

“I’m here with you. It’s going to be okay. Just follow what I do, okay? Breathe in, breathe out…” you speak softly, feeling him take shakey breaths in and out with you, his sobs slowly dying down until they come to a stop. He remains unmoved in your arms, enjoying the feeling of behind held and comforted by you.

"Come on, let's make you a cup of tea to calm your nerves," you suggest, knowing he will likely not want to attempt to sleep; at least not for a while anyway.

"I'm so sorry, love," he murmers as you sit next to him, passing him his tea as he sits on the couch.

"No, don't be," you insist, kissing his cheek gently.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you," he whispers, feeling defeated that he has to deal with these night terrors, and feeling guilty that they keep you up too.

"You’ll never have to find out," you reply softly, as he looks at you and smiles just as softly as your words; feeling grateful for your peaceful presence.

[wingedhallows]

i was a kid ; harry potter

pairing: harry potter characters ( no particular pairing ) | 0.6k words plot: molly seems to forget that war happened before prompt: "i was a kid" authors note: i love molly, really, but i've alway wanted to yell at her in that one scene in order of the phoenix. so, here u go (also the dialogue isn't accurate to the movie)

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Your hand clasped the cup of firewhiskey for dear life. It’s been fifteen years, yet it felt harder than before. You were ready to fight and give your life just like fifteen years ago you’re ready to do that again, of course, but your body reacted differently. Your mind was plagued, plagued with nightmares, with images of death and so much more.

You were on the edge when Lily and James died, when Sirius was locked up for something he didn’t do. All of that just swam around in your head once more, while you sat at this table. 

“There’s something coming, something bigger.” Sirius spoke. Your hands began to become clammy, your eyes closed as you kept quiet. You knew that he was back, stronger than ever. You knew what that meant, of course.

“Then I want to be a part of it, I want to fight.” Harry spoke, chair squeaking as he leant over. 

You were seated between Sirius and Harry. Your breath quickened. You were just like him in the past. Impulsive, you all were. You had sprung to your feet that night, a smile on your face as you almost begged Albus to make you a member.

You wished he had turned you away. Harry on the other side needed to be a member, he was the prime target, you’d protect him. Those kids were in danger and if you could protect them you would.

“There you have it.” Sirius spoke. Your breathing began to speed up, if more was possible right now, your hands held the cup so tightly you might dent it.

The anger cursed through you as Molly huffed and protested. Your head became light, as you pressed your eyes shut. They weren’t there when it all came together, when members died left and right. “Y/N.” You could hear Remus, his eyes on you.

“Enough, they’re just kids.” Molly interrupted and that was just too much. You scoffed, a chuckle leaving your mouth.

“Kids.” You said, face in a sour snarl.

You lifted yourself off the chair and looked at the people in the room. Your eyes focused on Molly.

“You think Voldemort cares if they’re kids?” You said, the room uncomfortably quiet. 

He hadn’t cared then either. 

“You think just because they’re kids, they won’t be murdered?” 

Molly frowned at you and placed a hand on your arm, you shook her off.

“Y/N, please.” Your face held nothing but disgust. 

“This is war, Molly. People die when they don’t know shit, they get murdered. No matter if they’re kids or not” Molly sighed and tried to get a hold of you.

“They’re just kids, they shouldn’t have-”We were kids too!”

You said, a bit louder. No one said anything, too stunned by your outburst.

“I was a kid.”

You whispered as a tear made its way down your face, features twitching in sorrow. “I was a kid when war struck.” You paused to bring a hand to your chest, eager to stop your heaving.

“I was a kid when I was tortured. When-When My friends were murdered, when Sirius was locked up for something one of us betrayed us for, when all hell broke loose.” Molly gasped, hand grabbing at a chairs rest.

Your eyes found hers as you gulped, pushing the emotions back. Sirius and Remus looked at you, tears in their eyes. It had struck all three of you, so hard, all those years ago.

“So don’t tell me they’re just kids.” You paused before grabbing your cup and chugging the rest of your firewhiskey down. 

“It doesn’t matter what age you are when war strikes.”

[badgers-and-cats]

My Dirty Girl. (Sirius Black x fem!reader)

Masterlist

Synopsis: you hide some very suggestive photos for Sirius to find. 18+!!!

Warnings; age-gap. Reader is in early to mid 20’s. Unprotected PiV (wrap it before you tap it!!) Smut. Not proof read. I think that’s it.

I wasn’t sure how to end this… so apologies in advance!!

@postazkabansiriussupremacy I knew you particularly liked this when I sent it to you👀

A prison escapee, who was more than a decade older than yourself, and once known as the most wanted wizard was never somebody you thought you’d be so attracted to.

And you especially didn’t expect to be hiding your nudes for him to find. Hoping that the fact that the photos were just ordinary muggle photos that didn’t move, you used your mother’s old Polaroid camera to take them, every photo you took was more suggestive than the last.

You knew they were working. You saw and felt the lingering gazes during Order meetings, and the fact that he clearly found it a lot harder to talk to you, especially alone, knowing he’d seen your bare body.

What you didn’t expect, though, was for you to be hiding these photos for him for a month, and he has yet to make a move, you start to get impatient. So, after one Order meeting, you offer to stay over at 12 Grimmauld Place.

“You don’t have to,” he said to you, saying that he wouldn’t be alone in his childhood house, Remus and Tonks were staying over, he tried to argue.

He stopped arguing with the idea of you staying after you suggested to just talk over a bottle of wine. Sitting in the drawing room, your talking soon changes to flirting.

He knows you’re not exactly being subtle about your attraction to him - your suggestive photos in his room that are now covered in his cum prove that. But he cannot help but allow the age gap cause him a little bit of anxiety. Is somebody like him really somebody you’d like to spend your time with? Somebody you’d be attracted to?

His thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of your fingers softly on his thigh, it’s subtle enough for him to wonder if it’s intentional, but enough for him to notice it.

“So, what do I need to do get you to touch me?” You ask, after you both finish the bottle of wine.

“You shouldn’t want me,” he managed to get out, trying to ignore his cock hardening in his pants.

“But I do. Please, Sirius. Touch me.” You’re begging now, and he can sense the desperation in your voice, and how can he deny you such a request when he’s been longing for you for so long?

His lips are suddenly on yours. They taste of a mix of the wine you’ve just been sharing and a musky taste that you can’t quite place. They’re rough, his facial hair tickling your face.

His hands make their way to your hair, tugging gently as you make your way to sit on his lap - feeling his hard on instantly. You move your hips slowly and sensually, enjoying the feeling of his pants and his hard cock as you grind against him.

“Darling, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he groaned, pulling away from your lips, his cock now painfully hard.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” you say, starting to unbutton his shirt, the moan he let out when the words left your mouth along with the feeling of your hips moving against somehow made you wetter than you were.

Once his shirt was unbuttoned, you helped him get it off, and a few short seconds later, he had taken your shirt off, groaning at the sight of your breasts right there in front of his eyes.

After your bra has been discarded of, his hands almost instantly make their way to touch them, squeezing them with his rough, large hands.

“They’re so much better in person,” he groaned before replacing his hands with his mouth, kissing and sucking eagrly, earning a high pitched moan from your mouth as your hands make their way to his hair - tugging gently.

“Not that I’m not enjoying this, but I’m desperate to feel you inside me,” you manage to get out, way too focused on the feeling of his mouth on your body.

“You’ve taken the words right out of my mouth, darling. I’ve imagined what it would feel like to fuck you for longer than you imagined,” he said, allowing you to get up to strip the rest of your clothes off, as he takes his off, freeing his cock, begging to be inside you.

“Then do it, I want you to fuck me Sirius. Claim me as yours,” you request, lying down on the couch, spreading your legs for the older, attractive wizard in front of you.

He swore he could cum just at the sight of you there in front of him. Legs spread, pussy glistening and begging him for attention.

Usually, he’d be embarrassed at how desperate he feels. But the combination of over a decade of being alone in Azkaban, the shameless flirting, and the drawer full of cum covered Polaroids of the very body in front of him, means he just doesn’t care. He wants to, in your words, claim you as his.

“You are truly magnificent. So beautiful. And all for me,” he compliments, his body now towering over yours, as he lines his cock up with your wet heat, giving it a few pumps first.

Usually, he’d tease, but he’s way too eager to feel your pussy welcome his cock, to feel its heat around him. He pushes the tip in at first to get a taste. And now that he has, he knows he won’t ever be the same again.

The next thrust that followed, he pushed his entire cock into your heat, so that he was now balls deep inside you. He groans at how tight and warm you feel, and you moan at how well he stretches you, you can feel every inch of his cock inside of you.

“Merlin, this is far better than I could’ve ever imagined. You’re going to be the death of me, I swear. You feel so good, gonna let me fuck you, sweet girl?”

“Yes, Sirius, please,” you’re begging now, you’d feel embarrassed at how desperate you sound, but you’re unable to focus on anything other than his cock pushing against your cervix.

Then, it’s like all hell let’s loose. He’s thrusting into you at an almost brutal pace - nothing but the sound of your moans, his hips against yours, and the wet sound of his cock in your pussy can be heard.

“My dirty girl. My dirty, dirty girl. All this time, this is what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck you senseless?” He manages to get out, before he starts his attack on your neck. Kisses, and bites all over, there’s certain to be marks once he’s done.

“I won’t last any longer, sweet girl. I'm going to fill your pretty pussy with my cum,” he says as you beg him to fill you up, with a string of pathetic moans and “please’s,” as you feel your own release coming.

“Let it go for me, pretty girl. Show me how much you’ve craved me this past month. Soak my cock and milk me dry,”

And with that, you let go with a high pitched moan, your pussy spasms around his cock, as he stills his hips against yours. His sweet cum painting your walls, filling you up nicely.

For the next minute or two, you stay in that position. His softening cock still inside of your cum-filled pussy, the sounds of you both catching your breath, and you playing with his hair. Both feeling more than content.

“I cannot tell you how long I’ve waiting for that. How much it exceeded my expectations,” you tell him, and he agrees, looking up at you and smiling, kissing your lips - a lot more softly than last time.

“There is one, small problem though,” he says.

“Which is?” You worry.

“I fear that Remus and Tonks may have heard us,” he says. Your face drops. You forgot they were staying over also.

“Though, I suppose it makes a change from them hearing me jerking off to your photos,” he jokes, as he winks, and before pecking your lips again and pulling out of you.

This new relationship is going to be an adventure, to say the least.

[brandileigh2003]

Wolfstar fic canon divergent fic recs: post-azkaban, bring back black, lie low at lupins

Let me know what I missed including self recs, and give the authors all the love.

•Remain in Light by @veeagainsttheday (175k)

•A Store of Happiness by coyotesuspect (10k)

•An Unexpected Reunion by @r33sespieces (37k) Remus raising Harry when Sirius escaped

•Till We Have Arrived Home Again by prouvairing (43k) in 99, harry visits with news

•He Is Part Of Our Family Too by Lucigoo89 a gift for me 💙💙

•Beyond the Veil by Atalan bring black back

•Leave the Children Behind by @montparnassee

•Dignity be Damned by @violetthistle1 (121k)

•How Long 'Til My Soul Gets It Right by krabapple @severedreamerfox 88k

•Chiaroscuro by krabapple 17k

•December's Light by krabapple (16k)

•Where do we go from here? by realismreading

•Darling, I’d go through it again by lez_writes13 (32k)

•It gets so hard to breathe (when you're looking at me) by arcane_illusions and @neondomino (57k)

•Wherever I Am/You'll Always Be series by @brigid-faye

•The Postwar Chronicles by @sliebman10 post canon series

•Give Quarter to Old Men - @krethes series

Open ended:

•used my best colours for your portrait by littleoldrachel

•I Keep Mine Hidden by insatiablerealist (36k)

-On my tbr/recs from others-

• Darklands by orestesfasting (wip 15/16)

•One to Speak, Another to Hear by @seventymilestobabylon (60k)

•It Wouldn't Be An Adventure Without You by @myheadsgonenumb

•Hounds of Love by estas_absentis (15k) lie low

•The Long Road Home by orphan_account (15k) bbb

•Three Days (The Rebuilding the Temple Remix) by victoria_p (musesfool) ootp era (15k)

•Be With Me Always by TheHufflebean (63k) bbb

•No One's Gonna Love You by Anonymous (109k)

•Laughing all the way by Wheatmarten

•beautiful boy (darling boy) by @impishTubist  roaming_the_greenwood1 mpreg at grimmauld and Sirius is able to get custody of Harry, navigating dynamics, plus pining wolfstar and get together

•A grave mistake by @soloorganaas Sirius back from the viel and navigating complicated situation with Remus being married to Tonks.

•Black Oblivion by @alandia-wings Remus Sirius and tonks all survive

•In Daylight by Essie_Cat

--check out wolfstar librarian list1. 2. She's awesome--

-- there is also a long list at wolfstar warehouse including older ones and many off of ao3--