#hms sirius

[spike-kun-cosplay]

밤비

BAMBI

HMS Sirius

[Azur Lane]

#cosplay #cosplay girls #azur lane #hms sirius #밤비 #bambi

[adharastarlight]

realising its almost october which is great because spooky season but also im a marauders fan.

#im going to die of heartbreak #i dont think ill be able to deal with the grief AGAIN #its going to hurttttt #october #marauder era #marauders halloween #its strange that that isnt a tag hm #halloween marauders #neither is that #interesting #anyways #i will have my heart ripped out of my chest and im not mentally stable enough for this man #marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #james x regulus #remus lupin #starchaser #wolfstar #dead gay wizards #emphasis on dead

[saintchaser]

sirius, for many years, wondered what beauty really is, and what would be an appropriate definition to it.

for many years, in his family, beauty was what made them. they were nothing else, reduced to elegance and sharp, aristocratic features that gave them an ethereal look.

therefore, is beauty something tangible, like the sharp curve of his jaw or the curl of raven hair? is it the arch of his eyebrows or the straight of his nose or the downturn, the hood of his eye?

or is it something above mortality, above the body? is it loyalty, or chivalry, or intelligence, or the roughness of the person’s nature, or the beauty of the being, and not of the human?

in the end, sirius decided that it is love. not the sharp curve of his jaw, but the soft of remus’, and the curl of remus’ sandy blonde. it’s the warmth of his smile and the plump of lips pressed against each other and it is love, and it feels right.

#thinking thoughts about sirius again he’s so #hm!! and sirius and remus r also <3 so <33 i love them so much (i am incoherent) #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #my writing

[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [SCATTERED 'CROSS] ❞

request by sweet darling @wisteria-cherry pairing: sirius x reader. summary: families are a tricky thing, sirius knows well. he comforts you about it whenever you need him too. content warnings: fluff, family issues, low self esteem. modern!au. word count: 900+

he hates seeing you like this, distraught, disappointed. your eyes red from crying even though you've stopped doing so before he could pick you up at your place.

you both had a date and as soon as you called him to cancel he knew something was wrong, your voice cracking up, the soft sniffling you tried hard to conceal and the fact you never canceled plans with him before. his reaction was to tell you he was coming over, immediately leaving on his motorcycle in his pajama pants and t-shirt, worry making him too uneasy to even care about changing.

sirius tried talking to you when he got to your place, but you refused to explain, telling him you wanted to go somewhere else. you felt so tired, so suffocated, it seemed the pressure you put on yourself was weighting on your lungs and ready to collapse. who was he to deny a ride anywhere to his girl?

after all, he loved getting the little pink helmet he bought specifically for you and getting you to put it on and the feeling of your arms around his waist as you intertwined your hands on his belly, holding him close as he promised every single time that as long as you kept hugging him like that, he would never drop you.

he led you to the kitchen, sat you around the big table, kissed your forehead and let you breath as he went around looking for snacks you could get a tiny bit of serotonin from.

"a'ight princess, cookies, iced tea and a very, very concerned boyfriend are ready." the food is set in front of you and he sits on the chair by your side, scooching it closer and positioning himself in front of you, your hands are softly taken by his warm ones and you can feel his genuine concern.

you almost feel silly for what you're gonna tell him, he's so kind and loving and and you knew he would never make you feel bad about your feelings. that worry was an automatic defense mechanism for you though, trying to make your sadness less of a big deal than it truly was.

"just... you know, my parents." you let out a deep sigh, he knew what it was already. it wasn't news for him how you felt pressured to always strive to the best as a way to get their approval, never feeling enough, always feeling like a disappointment. families were a touchy topic for sirius, the first time you brought the subject up he told you how they were the wrong ones and how you shouldn't care what they thought of you.

he learned soon enough that was not what you needed from him, you cared and you wouldn't stop caring and wishing to be enough. it had been so long since he cared about what his mum thought of him he almost forgot what it was like. he saw the way you were tearing up again, a few tears falling against your own wishes. the black haired man simply used both his thumbs to clean it up, lifting your chin so you would look straight into his eyes. "hey, hey. you parents love you, and they raised you, and they want what's best for you, right?" you nod into his hand, barely, "so you're more than enough for them. they might show it differently, they might see potential you don't, but they see you and won't ever be disappointed in you for trying your very best."

families are a tricky thing and it wasn't easy for him to navigate through that, his mother was downright abusive, the potters were loving, caring, but still sirius sometimes noticed how fleamont would push james to do more. how remus felt he had to do more to honor his mother. he could see how that type of pressure could lead someone to feel less. he hated that, you were not even close to less anything. you were a lot, in the best way possible.

he pulls you into his lap, hugging you from the side and laying his head on the crook of your neck, taking advantage of the position to kiss your cheek countless times, trying to show through his affections how easy it was to love you, to feel proud of you. he knew you for so little time compared to your parents and he could die by how proud he always felt, how endlessly in awe you made him by how hard you tried at everything you did. "the things i see in you, my love, aren't hidden in some sort of secret place. they are easy to see. to feel. i swear it's not me, it's you, and your folks surely see it too, a'ight?"

you nod again, not knowing how to respond such kind words from him, especially when there wasn't an ounce of hesitance while he spoke, he was so sure, it was a fact, not something he made up to comfort you only. how could you argue with that? if you could feel enough for other people, and if other people told you how great you were, how sweet you were... then your parents saw it too. surely, yeah?

his words calm you down, at least for now, it would be a long way before you could heal the self doubt you had when it came to your parents, but having him by your side... you knew you could do it.

#reqs! #testing a new formatting style hm #hope you like this sweet thing!!! #a bit shorter than my usual but i wanted to post it quickly as possible!! #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black scenario #sirius black imagine #sirius x you #sirius x reader #sirius x y/n #sirius scenario #sirius imagine #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders x y/n

[padfootastic]

Just got the hc that sirius built a broom for james sometime between second and fourth year.

Sort of a prelude for his own bike, but also bc he loves to built magical stuff, getting behind all the spells and how they work, and, of course, to give James the best gift ever!

OMG YES!

and i’m imagining—sirius kind of keeping it a bit of a secret? (maybe the WW looks down upon physical work like this as well? idk) and not exactly intending to give it to james because 1. he can’t compete with the top of the line models on the market and 2. it’s literally the first time he’s doing this, he’s seen how badly the earlier versions have failed and he does not want james falling to deal from like 200ft in the sky and definitely not because of him.

so yeah, he makes it and he just dithers around, not showing it to james until he’s either found out or j accidentally stumbles on it (or remus gets fed up and gives the game away) and it’s just like.

james is standing there, slack jawed, staring at this beautiful, gorgeous broom that his best friend built himself and then there’s sirius to the side, as close to shuffling his feet and wringing his hands as he can physically get.

and j just announces that this is it, this is gonna be my match broom now on.and sirius is like?? wtf?? no jaMES NO UR GONNA DIE WHAT!! but a more hardheaded potter the world has never seen and a few scuffles later, james, predictably, emerges victorious, broom in hand like excalibur.

as promised, he uses it for every match possible and the first time he flew on it, sirius watched him like. hawk (even going up on himself to follow him) as well as recruiting like. 10 people as spotters in case he fell. after the nerve wracking experience was over tho (and james was unhurt. duh. as if sirius’ magic could ever let him get hurt); that’s when it really hits sirius how much trust james puts in him bc he did that without a second thought, never even bothered to doubt him.

#sirius black #james potter #so turns out i do like insecure sirius lmao #but i just #how did i turn brooms into something like this #but i love the thought of sirius *making* things for james #a tangible proof of of love #and they have these little magical knickknacks all over the house #he becomes a bit of a recluse mad scientist for a while there #james loves it all sm #he’s his biggest muse after all #(wait can u use muse in this context? hm) #pen’s asks #pen’s notes

[floating-far-from-earth]

whtober day 7 - fav. human

I couldn't choose just one so I chose these two because. I'm p sure they're in my thoughts the most hgteuyhgueytgyeuth ahse and noel <3333 them I love <3333

#my art #whnoc #witch's heart #whtober 2023 #whtober2023 #noel levine #ashe bradley #I should draw sirius and wilardo more tho #besides sketches #hm. #either way enjoy!!!

[jamesunderwater]

Trick or Treat 🧡

TRICK or

"i don't even know where you end and i begin"

Sirius Black didn’t think about things like death. He didn’t think about endings, changes, the disappearance of things past. He kept his thoughts on the present moment, and let some other part of himself, curled up in the farthest corner of his ribcage, hold its breath over things like these. 

So he never thought about James dying, and he was always thinking about James dying, and, anyway, it didn’t matter, because they were here, now, in this moment, clutching each other’s clothes, laughing with glee because they’d made it through another duel, they’d both crawled out of the rubble of the latest blown up building, Sirius could watch with his own eyes as James’ chest rose and fell, rose and fell, and know there was enough life in both of them in this moment that he didn’t care what happened in the next. 

The part of him in the corner of his ribcage squealed when he thought these things, like it was the same as him saying he didn’t care what happened at all, like he was wishing for everything to end by being grateful it hadn’t. It squealed and screamed, BUT LOOK, LOOK, THIS IS WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN! and he’d start to see it, for a moment, what James’ body might look like lifeless, contorted beneath a pile of stone, dirt and blood smeared where there should be a grin, arms and legs bent—

But he’d press the pads of his fingers into the flesh of his very, very alive James, and he’d forget the part of himself holding its breath, fall instead into the sound of his laugh, the way it made Sirius’ chest bloom, the very sound of it igniting his adrenaline. Where could death even find a place to squeeze itself between them? There was no room. 

So on October 31st, when Sirius stepped around the rubble in Godric’s Hollow to find James’ body lifeless and contorted, he pushed the pads of his fingers into his own hand and waited. He watched James’ mouth, knowing exactly which corner would be the first to curl. He stared at the blood and the dirt and tried to find the grin hidden beneath them. He searched James’ chest and, thinking he’d seen it rise and fall, took two rushing steps forward. But up close, it was clear. He had never seen James’ chest still like that before. Could never have imagined it so still. Thought of that stillness every second from the moment he met James. Didn’t worry about it enough.

For eleven years, he and James made so much life between the two of them, Sirius didn’t think about things like death. There’d just been no room.

Sirius Black was three days shy of twenty-two when he learned that Death does not need room. If it can’t find space to fit between two people, it just swallows them both whole.

dear readers, comment on ao3 and send me prongsfoot prompts on tumblr (yelling at me is accepted on all platforms)

#i still cannot answer why my brain saw the trick or treat post and in ALL THOSE IDEAS it said. #hm you know what i wanna talk about? #yeah #athena tag #sorry but you DID ASK /me/ trick or treat #like what did you expect #prongsfoot* #my writing #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter #sirius black #hp

[risetherivermoon]

the marauders arguing over the order of their names on the map, but james, sirius, and peter all agree that remus should go first,

#remus is entirely confused on why they chose him #when he asks they all say: for our moony #and hes like: hm okay good enough i guess #peter won some kind of bet #maybe they played rock paper scissors #marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #harry potter #hp #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #mwpp #mwpp era #marauders map #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #marauders headcanons #wolfstar

[familyvideostevie]

guys i desperately want to do a promptober thing but October is going to be the busiest month of my life so unless I can get it all written and queued by then…..so….anyone have fall prompts?

#I’m moving and going to HHN #ok that’s it but that’s a LOT #ALL IN TWO WEEKS #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #sirius black x reader #Remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #THEY CAN BE NGAW THINGS #they’d all probs be under 1k #hm….

[malf-oy]

in honor of the beautiful art i just reblogged please take this draco/sirius wip snip as an offering of good faith that this fic will someday soon reach completion

“Goodnight, then,” Sirius says stiffly as he turns for his door, but then he feels a hand at the small of his back. Draco doesn’t pull at him or make any other move, but Sirius turns to him all the same, like on instinct, from that one little touch. Draco is so close, and though he smells cold, his body is anything but. He radiates with warmth at this close distance. “You’re very handsome,” Draco says quietly, smiling in a way that’s almost shy, but Sirius sees through the act. Draco knows what he’s doing. “Little Dragon…” Sirius breathes out, and he’s not sure where it comes from. He remembers saying those same words when he’d read the birth announcement in the Prophet years back, when he’d read the name Draco Abraxas Malfoy. Narcissa had kept to the Black family naming traditions. He had said it caustically then, a rejection of his heritage, but when he says it now, it’s curious. Draco appears to like the endearment. He arches closer, pressing his chest into Sirius’, far too close as they stood on the landing, and his hands are so warm on Sirius’ back. He lifts his other hand and twirls a lock of Sirius’ hair around his finger.  “Your hair is so… long.”  Sirius’ head spins dangerously. He’s immediately turned on by the lust clear in Draco’s voice and the implicit suggestion. He thinks how easy it would be to take this man, this sad pathetic thing throwing himself at Sirius. It would be so easy…

#sirius/draco #wip snip smonday #draco malfoy #sirius black #everyone is of age if that's something you're concerned about #draco/sirius #hm? #(posts then immediately runs away in fear) #gee i wonder why draco likes long hair... and incestuous relationships... #(jeb bush voice) please clap

[steelycunt]

took ten minutes creating a pros and cons list for each of the prompts they are. insane. settled on 18 though!!! gimme NOW!! am prepared for heartbreak or whatever else you decide!!!!!

HI my darling my light my love! you spent ten minutes creating a list im so sorry i spent ten years creating this drabble </3 it IS extra long just for you though (im not built for drabbles xx). post-poa r/s...on my blog...its more likely than you think xx

He’s fifteen, and he’s quite sure that even if he knew what to do with his hands, they wouldn’t listen to him: they’re busy twisting themselves into a shy, twitchy knot in his lap. Slick-palmed, pinprick of blood on his left thumb where he nicked himself trying to fasten his new PREFECT badge to his school jumper.

All I want, he tells him (eyes steadily downcast, because he came back this year with a small silver hoop bitten through his earlobe and looking at it makes him fucking useless), is for you to do your top button up and pretend—just for my first day—that I am capable of exercising even the slightest bit of authority over you.

Ah, come on, Prefect Lupin. Sirius grips his hand and brings it to his mouth, flicking his tongue out over the bead of blood. Grin like the curve of a trigger. Surely, that’s not all you want.

He’s thirty-five, and his hands are in his dressing-gown pockets this time, and on nights like this he can tilt his head and close one eye and nothing’s really changed.

“You aren’t supposed to be out here like this,” he calls. He feels shy again. He feels twitchy. “You know that.”

Sirius turns. Today: him, sitting in the bathroom with a tea-towel round his shoulders, letting Remus cut his hair for him. Remus only spoke to say, do you want it the length you used to have it? And Sirius only spoke to shoot back, do you honestly think I remember that?

The trouble is that Remus does remember, and now the man sitting on his backdoor step looks horribly like someone he long thought dead. In a way, it was easier to see him unravelled, chewed up and spat out and still bearing the teeth marks. He looks too much like the boy he was, now—the boy who called him Moony, and held his fingers against his lips.

It makes him want to tear Sirius’ face off, confiscate it. Hide it in a shoebox underneath his bed, with all the other bits of that boy that he scrounged up and refused to let go.

“Out here. Good grief. Listen to yourself, Remus,” Sirius snorts. He tips back and splays one hand out over the doormat. His dry, split knuckles. “Look, half of me’s still practically in the kitchen, see? All I did was open the door.”

“Yes, but the orders were—”

“Oh, believe me, I know what they were. I’m laying low. I’m not to be seen, and under no circumstances am I to leave. Got it. Lucky for me, however, I know the bloke they left in charge of me—” he twists his mouth up, Remus might possibly retch, “and I happen to know he’s a rather soft touch.”

And Remus thinks, angrily: only for you. You made me like that. He just can’t stand himself—he’s thirty-five and they’re still doing this, this give-and-take, this inane wager. I see your broken ribs, and I raise you my severed arm. He’s thirty-five, and he’s still letting a pretty boy push him over in the playground.

He sits down next to Sirius. Elbow to elbow, knee to knee. His back garden, a miserable tangle of weeds like hair in a shower drain. It’s never bothered him until this very moment. He wets his lips.

“For a moment, when I saw the door open, I thought—I almost thought you’d made a break for it.”

“I don’t blame you. I’ve developed a bit of a knack for those.” Sirius scratches his jaw; neither of them have shaved for a few days. In the end, they’re a pair of old strays, sniffing around a scrap heap. “No, I woke up. Couldn’t get back to sleep. Needed some air.”

“Nightmare?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t dream much these days, thank god. I reckon that’d finish me. It’s just the waking up—I’m not often able to sleep through the night—and there’s these first few seconds where I forget where I am, I think I’m back there. There’s nothing there to ground me. It’s quite frightening, really.”

“I know what you mean. Or…I suppose I was the other way around,” Remus says, catching himself on the threadbare heel of one of the socks he gave Sirius to wear. It’s a cramped, cold house, and there’s this want that he’s got, in the pit of his stomach—a want to see Sirius sweat again.

“For the first year or so, after—after James and Lily, I used to wake up and for a moment I’d just…forget that they were dead. Forget you were—gone. And then it would hit me all over again. Every morning, I’d lose you all over again. Like fucking—Groundhog Day.”

Sirius frowns; more lines on his face than before. Remus would like to touch them. He’s pathetic. “What’s that?”

“Oh. Never mind. Anyway,” Remus changes the subject, “there are things you can take, to help you sleep. I’ll try and get you something. And—some cigarettes, too. And anything else you want.”

It does something filthy, something downright devastating to him, to watch Sirius brighten at that. Like opening a window; like the fresh pink skin beneath a scab. He did that. He can still do that.

“God, yes, please—that would be grand. Fuck.” Sirius laughs, his breath rattles. “You’ve got no idea. The only two things I wanted to do more than have a smoke when I got out, were kill Peter and see you.”

“Well, I’ll go shopping tomorrow. And you’ll be two for three. Right.” Remus’ words slump out into the night, which makes them easier to say. He is thirty-five. There are things his hands want to do again.

“Shall we go to back to bed? You, er…” he squints, and swallows. “I was thinking—if you wanted to, you could…sleep in my room, tonight, with me? Only, I thought it might help…if you wake up, and there’s someone there, it might not…be as frightening. If you want. Only a suggestion, of course,” he adds.

Sirius looks at him. This is a song they used to know. “I think—we could try that, for the night,” he replies. “Yeah. Like being twelve again.”

#in a surprising turn of events. im actually. REALLY happy with this one...i dont tap into their pathetic bitter middle aged man #potential much do i. theres a lot to work with there i think xx #like i got to the end and i was like hm. i sort of want to know what happens next :-/ #liv tag #my fic #r/s #ridi drabbles #sorry for not including 'see harry' on my list of things sirius wanted to do when he got out of prison. consider this my au where sirius #doesnt care about him or something idk. god knows i dont

[forecast-rain]

spinning around the idea of claire & sirius meeting early again... hehehe...

#cloud posts #I have a scene written I really like #basically just claire coming to the mansion and sirius reacting to seeing her again for the first time #I really like how it's coming along #I should probably add more to it... hm...

[birlwrites]

my new story idea ('birl really needs more wips,' said no one, AGAIN) is a band au in which every member of the band just absolutely hates each other. found family but the family fucking sucks

#tentative lineup: marlene james and barty with newcomer evan #regulus pandora and lily prominent non-band characters #obviously the other marauders would show up as well and in fact i think it would be HILARIOUS #if james + sirius -> regulus + barty was how james and barty ended up in a band #god they hate each other so much it's so funny #hm i need a tag #um #band au with bonus hatred #there we go

[siriussunday]

good morning... prepare yourself for another

SIRIUS SUNDAY!!!

#sirius sunday #sirius gibson #wh #witch's heart #witchs heart #i couldnt think of anything silly for today.... 23rd hm. erm. well those sure are numbers!

[nightingaleglow]

SNIPPET FOR MY WOLFSTAR FIC!!

“Why are you here?” Sirius suddenly snaps. He can’t help it, but everything about Remus infuriates him. It’s easier to pretend he hates him, than to try and unravel all the complex emotions that are stored somewhere in Sirius, somewhere no one can find them, because Sirius has been lost for too long.

Remus turns around and casually leans on the sink.

“Sorry?”

“Why did you come back? After all these years?”

Remus’ face twists in something that can be recognized as understanding, and fuck Remus Lupin, because Sirius does not want to be understood, least of all by Remus. He doesn’t know anything. Somewhere on his face, there is a flash of guilt, but that only makes it worse. He doesn’t need guilt, or pity, or understanding, he needs for Remus to go away, and leave like he did all these years ago, and he needs his life back to the way it was two days ago. Boring, empty, good. Without meaning, without Remus.

“I don’t know yet.” Remus says softly, and Sirius doesn’t know what he had hoped to hear. But this is what he is offered. Who is Sirius to want more?

I came back for you.

I came back because I missed you.

“Then why did you leave?” Sirius asks, but Remus doesn’t answer. Instead he walks out of the door, leaving Sirius behind with even more questions, and even less answers.

#im actually still not sure on the title i have another one in mind hmmm #but this is my first wolfstar fic #and im very excited #but its also my worst enemy and i hate everything about it #don't you just love struggles like this #no but i think this might be my favourite and longest and best fic im going to write so far #IF I EVER FINISH THAT IS #wolfstar fic #remus lupin #sirius black #when i read this scene i was like yes this is gonna be so good and heartbreaking but now without context it seems a little...i dont know. hm #fic: a world in bloom

[padfootastic]

hi :) could you do “don’t apologize.” “sorry.” “name.” with wolfstar or marylily (you choose)? also i really like your writing <3

anon, be honest. was this a sneaky way to get me to choose wolfstar bc u know i’m absolutely clueless re marylily? *squints suspiciously*

because if it is, ur plan worked. here’s some cute r/s frolicking in the snow. hope u like it!! (also,,,,thank u sm 💜💜)

x

Sirius knows exactly what’s about to happen the moment Remus starts apologising. Before he even has time to duck, something wet, slimy and freezing hits him dead centre in the back, making him yelp and jump a foot straight in the air. Remus can never keep his intentions to himself, needs to not just announce but act as if he’s beleaguered by the whole thing, like it wasn’t his idea in the first thing. Sirius think it’s this fake contrition of this that let him get away with so much back in Hogwarts—people took one look at the large eyes and the downturned lips and decided he’d never so much as made a misstep in his life. Extremely advantage for him, but not so much for those around him who ended up taking the brunt of his actions.

Before Sirius can even recover from the previous attack, he’s subject to another one—this one in the back of his head, sending a violent shiver down his back. An unrepentant apology soon follows.

“No, don’t apologise, don’t you dare—“

With a shit eating grin on his face that tells Sirius exactly what’s going to happen, Remus goes, extremely unapologetically, “Sorry.”

“Remus,” He groans loudly making his boyfriend giggle, looking more like a teenager than a grown man in the moment.

“So-Sorry, Sirius,” he dances out of the tickling hex aimed his way before continuing, “you know I can’t help it.”

“I’ll show you can’t help it,” Sirius mutters under his breath, bending down to pack a truly stupendous amount of snow into a firm ball. He takes careful aim, accounting for the leftward dive Remus would make (he always did that, it was a weakness and one he could never rid himself of) and throws with all his strength.

Sure enough, his aim rings true and Remus’ snickers are promptly muffled on account of his mouth being pummelled by a snowball.

It’s Sirius’ turn to laugh now, taking advantage of the momentary distraction to send a few more, smaller but no less devastating, shots.

“Kick a man when he’s down, why won’t you, Padfoot?”

“Learnt from the best, Moony,” he returns, deciding it is high time he stops playing fair. Instead, he sneakily draws his wand, keeping it hidden behind his bank, eyeing the surrounding area in search of the best spot.

When he finds it, he allows himself a smirk. He can picture perfectly how it’ll go down. Of course, he needs to distract Remus and what better way than to offer himself as bait? So he steps away from his little protective covering, acting as if it’s a stumble rather than a deliberate choice. He keeps his face down, knowing Remus would pick up on his plan in a second if he gets a single look at him.

A firm splat on the side of his face has the exact opposite of the intended effect. The smirk blooms on his face just as he raises his hand above him; by the time Remus realises something’s not right, it’s too late.

He’s been levitated and dumped straight into the largest snow bank Sirius could locate. He lands in it with a loud ‘thud’, immediately sinking until only the top of his furry, wool covered head with the little pom-pom hanging off it is visible. Sirius can see his hands working in the snow, trying to dig himself out but only making it worse for himself, sending Sirius into fits of laughter where he’s unable to even hold himself up.

It’s as he’s kneeling in the snow, hands braced on his thighs, that Remus finally manages to surface, face bright red from exertion and brows knit into a disgruntled scowl.

“How’s that for sorry, eh?” Sirius barely manages to get out before collapsing into another round of laughter.

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #(everytime i tag the ship it makes me giggle a little hehehe) #if i hadn’t written saudade this might’ve gone a v diff way #or maybe not since that’s not a relationship premise and this prompt is hm #the urge to make this angst/critical lol #so so strong #the prompt lent itself to it so well too #but this entire drabble prompt thing has been an exercise in NOT going w my first instinct #i am consciously choosing to write the opposite of what comes to mind #so im ~getting out of my comfort zone #ppb #tumblr works #pen’s writing #pen’s asks