#sirius black needs a hug

[loonyloopylupin96]

[neverenoughmarauders]

Sirius couldn’t bear the thought that someone like James Potter had existed, only to be taken away like that. James was the sort of person Sirius would never even have been able to imagine, because he wouldn’t ever have believed someone like that could have lived. James had been flesh and blood and love and trust and bravery and goodness. He had been real. He couldn’t be gone.

[accio-sriracha]

Sirius Black and the Black Family Trauma.

Sirius waking up to every little noise he hears at night, going without sleep completley on nights Peter snores.

Sirius never starting fights but being damn sure to have the mentality to finish them, throwing people to the floor, punching them while they're down, a rage like none other unleashing every time.

All because his father would call him a quitter, a disgrace. He'd tell him that real men finish fights, that Sirius was no son of his if he was this weak.

Sirius smoking instead of eating some nights because the food was so obviously prepared by house-elves it made him think of home and that made him sick.

Sirius slipping into silence when uncomfortable or being lectured, absolutley unable to bring himself to talk or make eye contact with anyone.

Sirius flinching at raised hands and clenching his jaw at loud noises.

Sirius breaking a dish and his hands immediatley start shaking before he even realizes it's happening.

And Remus.

Remus being the one to kiss him and make it all better.

Remus staying up and rocking him to sleep, humming under his breath.

Remus cleaning his knuckles after every fight, reminding him to practice breathing and walking away next time.

Remus telling Sirius that he isn't weak for caring, that love isn't a burden that holds you back.

Remus telling Sirius he's the strongest person he knows and how he means it whole heartedly every time.

Remus feeding him little snacks throughout the day because something is better than nothing and Sirius doesn't think anything of it.

Remus warning their friends to back off when Sirius goes quiet, apologizing for him to teachers because he knows Sirius can't always speak.

Remus' voice being notoriously softer around Sirius than everyone else, never bringing Sirius into a tough conversation without making sure he was okay first.

Remus noticed the flinching immediatley and has never raised his hand like that in all the years they've known each other.

Remus being the one to find him with the dish, wordlessly cleaning it up and taking Sirius to bed so they could lay together in silence until the shaking stops.

Remus Lupin knowing Sirius inside and out, knowing his flaws and loving him in spite and because of them.

Remus Lupin being the glue that slowly pieces Sirius back together until the shaking stops for good.

Just Remus being perfect for Sirius and Sirius never knowing how to pay him back.

Not for a second would Remus ever want him to, Sirius feeling comfortable enough to allow Remus to love him at his worst was always more than enough.

[iwriteasfotini]

In which Bellatrix whips out a knife, there is a mass muggle killing in Manchester, and James organizes a massive game of hide and seek.

[lost-in-wond3rland]

Someone give Sirius a hug immediately (preferably Remus-)

[arcturusnebula]

I have a thing to say

The Black brothers relationship matter most to me than wolfstar or jegulus

[brigid-faye]

Wolfstar lie low Drabble, shout out to irl beta @remakaz ❤️🫶🏻 you are the best travel buddy and tech* date ever (*tesco)

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He’s been lying low at Remus’ for seven days. It’s after the seventh time he catches Remus’ eyes flicking down to his lips (over a cup of tea, standing in the kitchen) that the question in Sirius’ chest finally escapes his mouth.

“How can you still want me?”

After a week of what Sirius knows, dimly, is wild rantings and vacant silences, insomnia and night terrors, it’s this that makes Remus Lupin look at him like he’s crazy.

One eyebrow up, the opposite corner of his mouth a bit quirked, a head tilt that makes his curls fall over his forehead. It’s so achingly familiar, but jarring, too - the grey in his hair, the depth of the wrinkle between his eyes.

And -fuck fuck fuck all of this - Sirius should have been there for those changes, he wants to press his thumb against that wrinkle and push away all the pain and worries Remus has endured without him. Because of him.

Remus swallows his tea and sets his cup on the counter. He considers Sirius for a moment, opens and shuts his mouth. Frowns and deepens the wrinkle.

“I would have kissed you in that fucking shack, Sirius,” he says, low but even. “If we-I should have kissed you in-”

Sirius isn’t aware of closing the distance between them, he only knows that the kiss is messy and desperate and tastes like life. He’s been so scared that he will finally do the one more thing that will make Remus give up on him, shun him, hate him. Some one thing that will expose the too much in him, something that will reveal the terrified need he feels to hide in Remus’ bones, in the warm brown of his eyes.

But Remus is kissing him and breathing in gasps, nearly sobbing with relief and-

Oh.

Oh, you need me, too.

[rogata453]

If you’re blaming Sirius for leaving, I don’t trust you. Sirius didn’t owe Regulus a thing. Yes, they both lived in that house, and yes, neither of them deserved that. Yes, Sirius had James and Regulus didn’t. But was it Sirius’ fault that Regulus chose to stay and become Death Eater? No, it was not. I hate what happened to Regulus with me whole fucking heart, but Sirius is not the one to blame. Walburga and Orion are. Voldemort is.

Sirius was a child when he ran away. He was sixteen. SIXTEEN. I don’t care if your headcanon is that Sirius was physically or verbally abused. It doesn’t matter if he was tortured or just hated but never phycisally hurt. The point stands - he was better off leaving, and I will defend him for the rest of my life.

And here’s the thing: Sirius leaving wasn’t just about survival. It was about choosing himself for the first time, about refusing to let his family break him down any further. It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. Blaming him for escaping is cruel and shows a complete lack of empathy for his situation.

Yes, it’s tragic that Regulus stayed behind, that he felt trapped in a world that Sirius managed to escape. But Regulus’ choices - though shaped by his circumstances - were his own. Blaming Sirius for his brother’s fate is unfair and oversimplifies a deeply complex situation.

Sirius’ decision to leave wasn’t a betrayal - it was an act of survival. And survival is never something to apologize for.

[reggieblackdiary]

Regulus (in another universe I’m easy to love) Black and James (I already love you in every universe) Potter

[murderoushag]

i was about to go to bed

what am i supposed to do now!?

Regulus died at eighteen, just half as long as Sirius lived.

[loonyloopylupin96]

In one school year Sirius became an animagus, ran away from home, pranked Snape and passed his OWLs.

The sheer turbulance that boy must have been feeling.

[neverenoughmarauders]

‘How did you know?’ Sirius asked Dumbledore, sitting in the kitchen a little later. ‘My Patronus used to be Padfoot, but you knew it was Prongs before I did.’

‘My dear Sirius,’ Dumbledore said, ‘nobody, not even Harry, carries James with them the way you do.’

[unconventional-lawnchair]

We'll heal together: Chapter Three 1/2

Young Blood Noah Kahan

Peter Pettigrew x Reader (Platonic) / Sirius Black x Reader (Ambiguous-Past) / Remus Lupin x Reader (Ambiguous) / James Potter x Reader (Platonic)

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Summary: Filler fluff featuring Remus, Harry, and a Patronus Charm

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, Dementor Attack, non-explicit and non-sexual nudity (please reach out if I missed something}

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“Are you sure about this Harry? This is very advanced magic. Many witches and Wizards are unable to summon them even into their late years. Some never do.” Lupin mused from the top of the stairs, walking down to meet him.

“I’m sure.” Harry nodded, standing up taller as if to make himself seem more confident. “I am.”

“Well, everything is prepared.” Lupin mused, walking past him to sit atop a chest and looking up at the boy. 

“Now, what I am about to show you is called a Patronus Charm. Do not feel discouraged if you are unable to summon one immediately.” The professor continued, “You hear me, right Harry?”

Harry nodded firm, changing the grip on his wand. Lupin stood and walked over to stand beside him. “Now, close your eyes.”

“Professor?” Harry looked at Lupin strangely and Lupin shook his head. “Trust me, close them.” He mused and the boy listened, slowly closing his eyes.

“Now, raise your wand and think of your happiest memories, Concentrate. In order for it to work, you must think of a memory. And not just any. This memory needs to be one that brings you joy, peace, warmth. A Memory to spell away any darkness.” Lupin rattled on and walked over to the chest as Harry nodded, eyes opening. “Got something? Good. Let it fill you up. Lose yourself in it. Then speak the incantation,”

“Expecto Patronum.” Harry finished and Lupin smiled. “Ready?”

“Ready.” He nodded and Lupin took a breath.

“Concentrate, Harry. Concentrate...“ He urged before he suddenly yanked open the chest top. Shadows spilled from the chest, the darkness seemed to climb up the very walls to lean haughtily over Harry. The Dementor looked particularly horrific.

“Expecto… Patronum…!” He shouts and flicks his wrist, The spell fails, again, he shouted, only for a candle by his side to lose its flame. Harry felt the darkness slowly encase him. Still, he shouted. He shouted until his body grew tired and limp, until he fell to the ground and his breath left his lungs.

“Harry! Harry, here.” Lupin woke the boy and Harry leaned into his side. Remus felt his breath stop for a moment, as Harry tried to raise himself with Remus’s support.

He had experienced that once before, when he was merely a tot, leaning against his uncle Moony to try and climb up to his mother across the room. His lips thinned as Harry walked across the room, sitting down on the steps, away from the box like it physically ailed him. “I think I need a break.”

“Take your time. Here, eat this.” Lupin mused as he walked over and pulled some Chocolate from his pockets. He handed it over and Harry muttered a thanks before he took a bite.

“.. Something else is on your mind, isn't it? Hard to focus on the Charm?”

“I-” Harry paused as he remembered, he shouldn't know that information, he definitely shouldn't let Lupin know he knew of his Godfather and Godmother. He would have to explain how he found out, how he knew, and then explain why he couldn't get it out of his head. Certainly not long enough for him to think of anything happy enough to summon a patronus.

Lupin had found himself staring at Harry as he waited patiently for the child to continue. A part of him felt guilty. The way his head was downcast, the sharp edges of his nose and his hair hanging over his eyes. Without them, he could only see James. The man who should be standing where he was, teaching his son what he was, sharing the moment that he was. He knew if Lily could hear his thoughts he’d be torn a new one, if James heard them he’d surely cry. If {Y/N} heard them she’d probably give him those bright eyes, silent and patient, let him weep into her shoulder as she always did. Not a word exchanged between the two. No reassurance, no empty promises, just two humans in their rawest forms offering each other as support. He missed them.

“Professor?” Harry mused and looked up at Lupin. That snapped him from his thoughts. Lupin kneeled down beside Harry, taking the floor at his feet. “Yes, Harry?”

“What do you think of?” He asked curiously, and Lupin pursed his lips. 

“My happiest memory?”

“Yes.” Harry breathed, looking just past Remus’s shoulder.

“Well. It's rather complicated.”

“Is it?”

“It is… But, it's about me, your father, and a few of… the people we once knew. People I should not care for.”

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The sun slipped into the Shrieking shack early that morning. Remus was laying on his side, arms wrapped around a small and fluffy bundle. He hadn't slept that well in years during the full moon, and not a single new scar in sight. 

He slowly looked around. He had his bare back against a large beast, turning to see it was a stag, James, laying back to back with him. On James, was a large black dog and a plump rat, that brought a smile to Remus’s face instantly. They were here, and they were fine. He looked down into his arms and was greeted by the sight of a small silver fox, nose to his chest and long fluffy tail over her muzzle.

He felt safe, warm, and loved. He hasn't felt so loved, He couldn't help it, letting out a chuckle, slipping into a small sob. This woke the fox, who snapped its head up, hurrying to her feet and whipping her head around every direction. Remus sniffled and began to chuckle louder, making his sobs strangle him a bit, waking everyone else.

You turned to face Remus and he swore he could hear you squeak a sound of distress. He sat up fully and you ran towards him once more, mid run turning back to yourself and holding his cheeks to try and comfort him. He leaned down to bury his head into your neck, arms around your waist and sobbed. You rubbed his back, nose to his temple as the boys began to morph back into their normal forms.

James let out what sounded to be the war cry of a dying, well, stag, as he stretched out his body limb to limb. “Merlin, that will take some getting used to.” He mumbled and turned to face Mooning and he quickly hurried over to kneel by him and ruffled his hair. “You alright mate?” He fretted. James and You shared a look and you simply nodded. James hummed and looked down before his face slowly turned a soft pink. His head snapped away and you tilted your own.

That was, until you realized, all of you were at a certain level of undress. The final level really, you would have won, if being naked was the goal. You looked at the other boys and Peter had his back to you with red ears, hurrying to get dressed, James grabbed his robe and tossed it over you two as he slipped on his pants and practically shoved himself into you and Remus’s lap. You gave a choked laugh as Remus slowly grew silent, his laughter coming through more than his sobs. Sirius rolled his eyes before he hurried over and wrapped his arms around Remus’s shoulders from behind and made himself comfortable. Peter eventually turned around fully dressed.

He looked the group over and shrugged before he walked over to your side and reached over to hug the slightly shaking boy. 

Remus never felt so loved.

~~~

“It was the day I realized that no matter what happened, I would give my life for my friends.” Remus declared and smiled at Harry who stared at him curiously before he slowly smiled back, nodding. “I see.”

[iwriteasfotini]

Chapter XVIII

Sirius POV, first year

So it was that everyone except Lily and Severus went to hide again. Sirius went with James, and they agreed to go behind the tapestry of the maiden by the pond Remus and Sirius had once hid behind on Sirius’ birthday kitchen excursion.  But when they got there, they found it was already occupied.  “Oi, this is our spot,” hissed Remus.  “Yeah, find your own tapestry,” Peter added. “There’s no time,” protested James, “budge up, there’s space for all of us.” “Only if you don’t mind sitting in my lap,” grumbled Remus. But he and Peter scooted back as far as they could, giving James and Sirius just enough space to squish in next to them. It was very tight, some would say cozy.  They sat in silence and listened for footsteps in the corridor. After what felt like a long time but was probably five minutes, the tapestry was pulled back and Lily stuck her head in. “Found you!” she sang.

From The Heir and The Spare, Chapter XVIII - Knife and Terror

[marauderstars]

I don’t know who needs to hear this but James Potter would have thought you were doing great and given you a hug if you needed it.

[julesart04]