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haleyrose19 · 6 months
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Lupin: Snuffles! Where are you going? This is not a park this is Kings cross!
Snuffles aka Sirius: walks back tail between his legs*
Lupin: *pats Snuffles head*I know Snuffles Harry will miss you too I promise
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Under The Same Sky
@padfootastic
Sirius after James's death—(I know, I'm sorry. They're both alive in my heart as well)—he's at the funeral and this is the speech he's giving. 
In this AU, Peter was charged and arrested.
This is written in first POV; basically, Sirius talking to James’ grave. Because I need closure. 
Cool? Cool. Let's begin.
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No one walks in to be killed with a smile.
Nobody, I suppose, but you, James.
Your smile could kill people, with its beauty, James. The way your hazel eyes would light up whenever you were pleased as though they had captured the molten gold rays of the sun.
Your smile was beautiful. It was a work of art, truly. The eighth wonder of the world. A wonder that the world, and I were permitted to see. A wonder that shall never be seen again.
Your smile will forever live in the letters you've written, and the photos I've taken, but they will never live on you now, will they?
You died with a smile, literally. When I walked into the room, you had a smile of utmost peace. What were you thinking about in your last moments James?
I wish I could ask, just like the old times. Just like yesterday, before you were murdered.
I can still ask.
But, this time, Jamie, you can't answer.
To me, our friendship was magic, James, pure and simple. To a child who has spent his life repenting for the actions of those beyond the grave, it had been a new way of looking at the world.
They say that the world’s most beautiful piece of magic is the very first Hogwarts Letter.
I disagree.
Those crimson-written, perfectly bow-tied letters that you'll never write again were different.
A stern woman with a tight smile did not write them instead, they were written by a boy whose soul seemed to be a gentle blend of light and dark. One so young and old, of harmony and discord, and somehow home to a spirit so young.
I wish I could have run my hand through your hair one last time once more you. Wish I could've smiled at you one last time. I wish I could have told you that I loved you before you...died.
Before you smiled your last smile.
Before you took your last breath.
Before you left us, left me.
Before, before. Isn't it amusing, Jamie, that whenever we look back, we see time frozen and still? We capture it in little words and phrases: before, back then, back in my days, those days, remember the times— as if the only way to let a moment stay is to label and distill it. Capsulize, crystallize, and classify it all. And it stays there all organized on the timeline in preciseness. Like a bookshelf.
Like your bookshelf.
I remember the first time I saw your family tree. I remember being stunned by the fact that it was a real tree, a tree that bloomed fruits.
The gold fruits were for those in your family who are among us, who live, breathe, and laugh because they're Potters'. And that's what Potters' do. That's what we do.
Or what we used to do.
I remember the tsunami of sorrow that had crashed into you, into me, into us, the day we found out that your parents died. We both felt disbelief when we found that their fruits had turned silver.
You touched the crystal apple and cherry with such tenderness that day as if you were afraid that one small touch would break it. I was afraid that you would break.
I'm afraid to go see the tree, because I know I'll see that silver mango hanging from that tree. And I'm afraid that when I do, I'll snap. Because that would mean, that you're really gone James, and I just can't accept that.
'Denial is not a good look on you, Padfoot,' that's what you would say if you were here. But, that's the problem, isn't it? You're not here when you're supposed to be.
Because you're dead.
You were my blue crayon, the one I never had enough of, the one I use to color my sky.
The one that's not in my crayon box anymore.
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shipsgaysfordays · 2 years
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just some writing about emotional pain of sirius black, because what is a marauders fan if not someone who is mentally ill
sirius loved the potter family, he felt comfort with them. he would say he felt at home with them, but he didn’t really ever feel at home until he was with them, so he didn’t know how to say that. they made him feel loved and looked after and cared for. james was like a brother to him, better than a brother, a best friend. still, he always had doubts. 
times when sirius felt like he was better left out of their family, times where he felt he was pushing a boundary, times where he felt such great guilt for intruding and trying to act like what he was not. 
his family was always somewhere in the back of his mind, even if he tried to forget and tried not to talk about it because he knew it was better that those issues go unspoken. worries over his brother and his cousins, even as they separated themselves from him, called him a traitor, told him to stay away, he still worried and still remembered the few good memories. still remembered that though these people might not ever get to know him completely as his confident and best self, they know a part of him and are a part of him. 
feelings about family and surrogate families are complicated for sirius, that’s probably why he didn’t talk about his shit life and his mother, because he knew not to. and it was easier to block those thoughts away and worry about remus. 
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aeteut · 11 months
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sirius and regulus, the most beautiful stars in the night sky.
By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.
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pearlynia · 3 months
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Sirius Black would wear a shirt that says "best dogfather ever" at Harry's birthday because him and James thinks it's hilarious and would laugh their ass off.
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likeprongstostars · 11 months
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in another life we were given the chance to learn how to be brothers again...
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Completely Normal
based on an anonymous request
"You what?" Remus nearly yelled, looking back and forth between Sirius and James, his mouth agape.
"Guys kiss their friends, like, to practice for girls. It's normal," James shrugged.
Remus narrowed his eyes, still trying to take in the information that two of his best friends had kissed. More than once. "Normal," he scoffed. Not much about Sirius and James was normal, after all.
But Sirius just grinned and leaned towards him. "Yeah. Want to see?"
And suddenly, Remus's brain was short-circuiting. He couldn't remember how to breathe or think. Or nod.
But somehow, Sirius must have realized that he was okay with whatever he was offering, because their lips touched softly, and Remus felt himself gasp.
It was not friendly. He felt his stomach flip-flop and his cheeks turn pink, and he resisted the urge to raise his hand to grab at Sirius's cheek and deepen the kiss. But thankfully, miraculously, Sirius did that for him, and before Remus could think, their tongues were swiping against each other, Sirius's breath hot in Remus's mouth and Remus's entire body on fire.
Suddenly, just as Remus considered wrapping his arms around Sirius's waist, Sirius almost jumped back, panting, eyes wide, looking shocked and a bit confused.
After a deep breath, however, Sirius murmured the words that made Remus's heart sink: "See? Erm...completely normal."
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wolvesandshine · 1 month
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Regulus Black being an emo writer and being a jock are two things that can and should coexist
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I’m a marauders fan, of course I think of dead gay wizards when listening to a sad song
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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is betrothed!
(145 words.)
Remus notices the nickname evolution. The stupid words Sirius attaches to Remus that make the boy smile and roll his eyes, pretending there isn't a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"Moony, my moonshine, want to go to Hogsmeade?"
"Rem, darling, when's the potions test?"
"Remus, my beloved, my one and only, what's the name of that muggle device again? The one that spins and heats stuff up?"
"Moons, my complete and utter ray of light, could I borrow a book?"
Until one day it changes.
"Moony, my betrothed..."
Remus snorts a laugh, eyes still on his food.
"We're not exactly engaged, love, you'd have to ask first-" He glances up and freezes. Sirius is on one knee in front of him, a soft, nervous smile on his face, holding out a blue velvet ring box.
"Okay, sorry, I'll try that again. Moony, my soon-to-be betrothed?"
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i-need-of-a-hobby · 3 months
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"HE WAS A CHILD. HE WAS ONLY 17. YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HIM." in the afterlife, sirius black screamed at dumbledore, 1998, after harry sacrificed himself
"HE WAS A CHILD. HE WAS ONLY 17. YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HIM." sirius black, age 19, screamed at dumbledore, 1979, after learning of his brother's death
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waxingrunes · 3 months
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October 1981 — July 1993.
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evyltalks · 4 months
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“Regulus Black knows he’s dead.”
Commission for the lovely @vellichorbindery gifted by the sweet @archiveofathena_ , it was my absolute pleasure and an honor to be a part of this project !!
My love for the Black brothers knows no limit and I’m so excited for you to read the new WIP of Jules “Dear Brother” (on ao3 by vellichorwrites)
Enjoy your early (and angsty) Christmas present !
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justhyperfixations · 5 months
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november weather is remus lupin weather
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tigrrliily · 6 months
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They are my roman empire
Someone asked me for the details in this one…so here you go enjoy the pain🥲
I wish I had the time to draw more again but university is forcing me to actually work…so here you go, enjoy our tragic love bugs
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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months
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lovesick - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 114
Remus had never believed in something as silly as a broken heart.
His entire life, he'd struggled with pain so severe his body screamed with it; setback and challenge after setback and challenge. His actual bones changed once a month with his transformation, and he often awoke after a Full with gashes and new scars.
He knew pain. And as far as he was concerned, being lovesick was for old plays and cheesy romances.
Until October 31st.
Until he saw his other half dragged screaming to prison by Aurors through a newspaper clipping.
Until he felt his soul split in two.
Then, he realized, he'd never actually felt real pain before.
Until that moment.
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