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#sirius black thoughts
whorediaries-09 · 3 days
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can i use you up?
pairing- sirius black x auror!reader warning(s) - angst. a/n- a different take on my style of writing.
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sirius wanted nothing more but to punch the wall beside him. his feet were atrociously restless and he felt something within him that he'd never felt before. he was sure his knuckles would turn white with the grip he had on the newspaper.
in a span of a few years, he'd escaped the treacherous hold of his nightmares, been accepted into a place he could happily-safely call home. he'd escaped the prison- the hell hole that bound him down, depriving him of the ever sweet freedom. he had found people he could keep close and call home.
little did he know his home was really only just the town where he'd be arrested.
he didn't know he'd be barricaded to his ghosts, tied together with his pasts and prison. he didn't know he'd been bound by shrieking dementors that'd reminded him of his memories he'd so carefully concealed within the corners of his mind.
and with each passing day, when his trial is put off, he feels his hope blur and the fire of rebellion seeded within the crevices of his heart die.
he feels his last bit of sanity fade.
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sirius doesn't get any visitors. he never expected any the moment he'd been thrown away into the cell. so when the dementors rattle down on the cell, he grumbles, turning and tossing onto the stone floor.
'sirius!' moody's loud voice bellows. sirius recognizes it, he's learnt to memorize it and hate it so very well.
'what is it alastor!' he screams back. he fills the rage fill him up again. he likes it when he's left alone - when he's not treated like an animal in a zoo. he feels revolting, it scars him into the very depth of his skin.
'the ministry has decided to look into your case once again.' alastor says. his fake eye moves erratically. sirius has learnt to not let the joy affect him. the dementors don't scare him, no. the memories do. so with lifeless eyes, a true contradiction to the gaze of sirius black, he stares at him.
'i thought the ministry was far too fed with injustice? did their big fat brains come back to senses again? or is today april fool's alastor?' he spits.
'black, mind it. i might change my mind.' he piercingly glares at him. he chooses to stay silent and not give him a reaction upon his statement.
'who's taking on my case?' he asks, silently. he's quietened down. he doesn't want the emotions to overrule his logics.
'i am.' a new voice replies. sirius stares for the source of the voice, suddenly interested.
you appear from the shrouded darkness. staring ahead into his piercing gaze, you stand determined on the floor. as formality you offer him your name. he shakes his head, gazing at your form up and down. you shiver under his cold gaze.
'what interests you in my case, young lady?' he asks. to establish your seriousness, you stare right through his cold gaze.
'the injustice.' you whisper. he stares at you before his face breaks into a mocking smile which turns into a harsh, cruel laughter. his head heats up with rage he's never felt before.
'injustice?' he spits. 'i've to believe suddenly all you have gotten your senses back and you should hold a trial for someone who was arrested without proper evidence?' he waits for you to say something. he notices a shift in your body language as you relax your shoulders and shift your eyes on the ground before staring into his again.
'i don't care if you believe me or not. what i can promise you is that i'll give you your freedom.' you say, so serenely. for a moment, he feels a pang of jealousy at your calm state. but it quickly dissipates when the rage controls him over again.
'is that so? what lovely words! why should i believe that you don't think i'm the killer? what confirmation do i get, young lady?'
'that's a fair point you've got there mr. black. but i believe you because...well there's no way you could've been the cold blooded killer. i can only promise you and give you the surety of my words. if you insist, i can make the unbreakable vow with you.'
'you can't do that,' grunted moody, 'it'll trigger the dementors.'
'fine. if he wants, i can make the vow on the day of the trial.' alastor grunts.
'no.'
'yes,' you emphasize. 'do you want me to make the vow? will you believe me then?' sirius stares at you. he tries to decipher through the curtain of your blank stare.
'yes.' he says, his voice quiet and seemingly calm. within him, however, he breaks. he hears the hurricane with his name on it, coming nearer and nearer. the blood rushes to his ears, and he buries the heat within himself.
so, he does his best to lay to rest all of the feelings that have been in his heart. but in his mind, they sink into a swamp.
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hyperfocuscentre · 28 days
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it’s so funny how fanart of remus and a black dog is wolfstar fanart, because imagine trying to explain that this man is gay for the dog to a victorian child.
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fandom-puff · 4 months
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I have lots of smutty thoughts:
John Shelby is secretly a kinky fck with a massive dom side that would put Tommy to shame
Sirius Black is the biggest sub and has cum just by eating you eat out multiple times
Hotch is really vanilla until he meets you and realizes how absolutely filthy you are it ends with him taking a week off just so you two can fck uninterrupted and discover every kink he didn’t know he had
Omggg. I’ve put a ‘read more’ thing cos this is a bit longer!
Send smutty thoughts about fictional men x
John Shelby is one kinky motherfucker, and he’s definitely dominant in AND out of the bedroom. He adores rough, filthy sex, and loves seeing his cum splatters on your body, be it your belly, ass, tits, thighs, whatever. But what really makes him feral is seeing his cum seeping out from your cunt. Fuck, it gets him hard all over again, only this time he’ll fuck you through several orgasms, as even if he’s hard, it’ll be a while before he cums again. Not that you’re complaining obv. Definitely one to grab your cheeks and force you to look at him, telling his pretty girl that she’s gonna cum on his cock over and over, till he’s done with you, that his good girl can take it, can’t she?
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Sirius black can be such a sub, and he’s definitely got a bratty streak to him. He’d DEFINITELY cum from eating you out, grinding his hips into the bed, rutting like a horny little puppy. Rather fitting really. His eyes would roll back so much, but when you do see his actual irises and pupils, his pupils are blown so wide they almost eclipse his irises completely. And his pale face is flushed the prettiest pink, a little sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, his black hair sticking to his face as he dives deeper into your cunt, hardly stopping breathe.
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Aaron Hotchner is rather vanilla, given he and Hailey didn’t experiment much. Not that that means he’s bad at sex- I envisage him as someone who wants to make sure his girl finishes at least once or twice before he even thinks of his own release. But when you approach him, your face aflame and barely able to hold eye contact, about your filthy fantasies, he’s taken aback. But hearing that you want him to overpower you, to slap you around a little, to have complete control over your pleasure, you bet your ass he’s doing his research. Absolute consent king. And thus ensues a rather extensive regime of kink exploration, discovering what gets the two of you going.
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lafleshlumpeater · 10 months
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haven't been as active as usual recently, so a little blurb to make up for it <3 hope you enjoy
Warnings: Slytherin reader, flirty Sirius (the biggest warning here), eating and drinking (no alcohol), celebrating Christmas, the marauders being icons, barty and evan slaying
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You walked into the great hall with a charming grin gracing your lips, wishing your acquaintances and classmates from the other houses a ‘Happy Christmas’ as you passed their tables, eventually settling with your housemates at Slytherin’s table and once again thanking your dormmates for their gifts you had received from them that same morning. One of the gifts was a festive, stripy red and green jumper, which you had decided to pull over a band t- shirt after deciding you weren’t bothered to change out of it. Responding to the compliments you received regarding it with a playful wink, you began to pile food onto your plate- meals were always better at Christmas- whilst making conversation with Lucius Malfoy concerning the upcoming prefect meeting after teasing him for the holly wreath adorning his platinum head of hair. You laughed when he scowled, beaming at Narcissa in faux- innocence when she elbowed him fondly.
You were just thinking how your Christmas was starting off great when you heard a familiar voice calling your name from the next table over.
The Gryffindor table.
You looked in the general direction of the voice with a raised eyebrow. Of course.
Sirius Black.
He winked over at you at which you responded with a scowl, when he smiled: “Finally warming up to me are you? Wearing a bit of red in who knows how many years for my house colour? That’s desperate y’know, real desperate.” He shook his head, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. You huffed.
Trust the eldest Black brother to make Christmas about himself too- though you couldn’t deny that you were subtly eyeing him throughout your meal, waiting for him to make a comment as he usually did- whether in class, on the grounds or in the hall.
“You self- obsessed gremlin- funny, but ever thought red is a Christmas colour? You think you’re so clever, but that was just pure stupid- like saying your eyes are silver, a Slytherin colour, making you obsessed with me,” you called back triumphantly- though it was short- lived.
Sirius playfully shoved Remus who chortled beside him at your banter, but didn’t take his eyes off of you, looking you up and down. “Been looking at my eyes, have you y/ln?”
You roll your eyes and exhale sharply at his witty retort, internally cursing the colour rising to your cheeks as he smirked at you over his shoulder wolfishly, mouthing: ‘you look hot, by the way’.
You look away from him immediately, outwardly cursing Barty and Evan who were whistling and laughing at your somewhat amusing predicament.
Sirius’ lips quirked upwards, calling out a little louder: “Alright there? You’re as red as your jumper, love.”
You groaned and buried your face into your arms which were resting on the table- simultaneously kicking your snorting friends as they poked fun at you further. Sirius turned around successfully, blushing slightly himself at your adorable reaction as he smiled genuinely into his glass of pumpkin juice, ignoring James when he coughed out something which sounded suspiciously like ‘simp.’
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yrluvjane · 1 year
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hii, can you do something like Sirius is in love with James’ sister but is afraid that James doesn't approve they together? <3
It's short I'm afraid.
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Someone pulls your hair back causing you to jump a little before tilting your head back and facing them upside-down with an amused smile, "Hello." You say as Sirius leans down with a smirk and kisses you sweetly before taking a seat next to you.
"So what are you doing?" He asks as he tries to peek at your notes. "Homework." You reply blankly as he narrows his eyes at the pile of books infornt of you.
He reaches out for a roll of parchment and quill ready to doodle all over your research only for you to swat his hand and pile your work next to you, further away from him.
"You're no fun." He says as he sighs, resting his cheek on his palm and dragging over one of your finished homeworks.
You're about to protest when your brother's voice startles you. "Why are you so loud?" You complain as you watch Sirius sit up straight.
"Hey Pads, Y/n." He says happily giving Sirius a smile and you a scowl. "I am not loud."
You feel Sirius bouncing his knee and nudge him, he only stares at you with wide eyes. You move a hand off the table and place it over his anxious knee, hoping to calm him down.
"Don't you have Quidditch or a red-head to annoy?" You question James as he scowls at you again. "I'm postponing Quidditch to tomorrow, I came to tell Sirius." He said as he stared at the long-haired boy.
"Are you feeling alright Pads?" Questioned James as he leaned over causing Sirius to push your hand away. "You're looking really pale....like more than usaual."
"Right?" You said in a I-told-you-so manner and packed all her stuff with a swish of her wand. "I told him he should've stayed in bed, but he kept going on and on about Minne's homework so we came here." You easily lied and stood up.
"Oh. You should see Madam Pomfrey, if you're sick, Padfoot." James said, concerned making Sirius feel guilty for lying and secretly dating his sister.
"I-No, it's fine, I just need to sleep it off." Sirius said, swallowing as James winced, "If you're going to sleep it off with company, do add some silencing charms."
"Prongs!" Sirius exclaimed as you groaned. "C'mon, I'll walk you back 'Padfoot '." You replied grabbing his arm, making him stand up.
"I'll come with you." James said standing up too as You sighed, "James?"
"Yeah, sis?"
"Pandora told me Lily is looking for someone to go with her to a Ravenclaw party on Saturday."
James looked at her with wide eyes, "Seriously?!" You nodded, "Lily is currently hanging out with some Hufflepuff near the North Tower."
"I Love You!" James shouted as he pulled your head towards him and gave you a long, wet smooch.
"Save it, I want the cloak for a week." You bargained as James agreed and ran out the door gaining another hissed warning from Madam Pince.
"He'll kill me if he knew." Sirius stated worried as he stared at the door James left from. "Oh hush, James can't kill an ant." She said as she pecked Sirius'.
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"I think you should go to the party without me, prongs. M'not feeling to good." Sirius dramatically coughed next to you on the couch.
James frowned. "That's weird, Y/n too is feeli-" he looked between the pair, his eyebrows narrowing. "Is there something going on between you two?"
"NO!" You and Sirius chorused together, unable to meet each other's eyes.
"Good." James leaned forward, fixing Sirius with a glare. "Because if there was I would-" his lips twisted into a smug smirk. "totally approve! Good luck Pads!" He ruffled Sirius's hair before rushing out the portrait hole.
You watched him go, eyes wide with surprise. "That was totally not what I was expecting."
"I thought he was going to kill me," Sirius let out a sigh of relief, attempting to fix his hair. "I didn't know how to explain I fancied his sister." He stood up and dropped next to you.
"Fancy, huh?" You asked the boy with a teasing smile, resting your head on shoulder and looking up at him as his arm wrapped around your waist. "Sounds pretty serious."
"Only when it comes to my girl." He quipped, a smirk growing on his face.
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cosmal · 1 year
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nsfw!! mdni. fem!afab!reader
sirius black is cocky. you’ll come home from work and sit down next to him. you start to tell him about your day and his hand will inch up your leg, under your work uniform. you’ll catch him and frown at his hand and he acts like nothing out of the ordinary’s happening. you’ll be like sirius? when he touches the bump of your clit over your underwear. and he’s like yeah? then what happened? you stutter out some reply about something that happened at work. he’s nodding along asking questions all while his fingers are slipping under your underwear and gathering slick. you grab his wrist and start bucking into his hand. he’s all smirky until you’re telling him about something one of your coworkers did. then he’s plunging his fingers inside you. you throw your head into his shoulder and he says and then what’d he do? you’re whimpering out something but all you can think about is his fingers inside you. not some dickhead you work with. and he’s like yeah can’t even think about him when you’re fucking yourself on my hand, huh, bunny? all you’ve got is me. and then you’re coming on his hand, biting into his shoulder, mind completely void about your day. just sirius sirius sirius.
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fictional-magic · 1 month
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Aaaaaa helloooo
I was watching Aashiqui 2 today and if I'm being honest it reminded me so much of Sirius Black. I'm not sure if you are taking requests, but can I ask for a Sirius Black au based on this movie?
If you feel uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this. Have a lovely day<3
hiiiiii! i haven't watched aashiqui 2 yet, so i'll see the film and write something. however, i AM planning on a sirius black fic with devdas dynamics....
send more asks pls!
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once-upon-an-imagine · 10 months
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Send me some Sirius thoughts? I'm in the mood to write for him but nothing is coming out 😫 it can be either Hograrts, post-Hogwsrts or post-Azkaban!
Any kind of Sirius
😁♥️
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stxr-slut · 22 days
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Sirius and his incessant habit of pushing people away.
Him and reggie once they're both in school, pushing him away with the thinly veiled excuse of he doesn't like slytherins, when really it's because he thinks he'll get regulus in trouble by hanging out with him still. That he'll just damage his image. Plus he thinks his brothers a little stuck up..
He tries to push away James when he realises he's too dependant on him. He hates relying on people, so he doesn't like that he does rely on James for so much.
Remus after the prank. Sirius thinks he's the worst human alive, that he doesn't deserve anyone, let alone remus. He shuts himself away for days, refusing to eat dinner to the point that Minnie gets worried, but he pushes her away too.
He can't accept affection, because he knows he'll always screw it up in some way.
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starstruckwillows · 2 years
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🐶sirius black masterlist
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fics♡
all eyes are on us [hurt/comfort, trans!reader, ftm!reader]
all of the city lights [fem!reader, fluff]
bedtime [fluff]
bothersome brothers [fluff, humour, ft. regulus]
change it back [angst, fluff]
girls like me [hurt/comfort, fluff, personal favourite]
it's okay [hurt/comfort]
i'm not fine [hurt/comfort]
that's my partner [hurt/comfort, genderfluid!reader]
padfoot [fluff, humour]
puppies [fluff]
purple paint [humour]
see the resemblance [platonic!sirius, introvert!ravenclaw!fem!reader, fluff/humour]
three bugs and a moke [fluff, humour, emotional!reader]
you feel right so stay a sec [hurt/comfort, hostage by billie eilish]
z to a [rockstar!sirius black, shy!reader, fluff, long fic, a personal favourite]
blurbs♡
hurt/comfort
fluff
fluff, art!sirius
headcanons♡
rockstar!sirius
baby blurbs♡
dancer!sirius
multi pairings♡
autistic best friend
date flowers
tags♡
#sirius black thoughts
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whorediaries-09 · 5 months
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Hey!! Could you do one where Sirius and reader were dating during hogwarts but they broke up after harry was born but they were already his godparents. After James and Lily die, Sirius doesn’t go to Azkaban so they have to reunite to take care and raise Harry.
hi love, thank you for sending in the request. it's a great idea, and could have been longer than what i have written to be honest, but i was running short on time. i still hope you like it <3
maroon;
pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- hurt/comfort, drinking, alludes to sexual assault. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- i wanted to write a fic using this song for so long. anon i love you cause i have the perfect opportunity to do that now 👯‍♂️
the slut club
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and I wake with your memory over me that's a real fucking legacy to leave,
you're sure you can still hear his ringing distinctive laughter through the photograph. the photograph you hold has faded away its brightest hue, along with the smile of james potter and his heartbeat. you cradle his almost doppelgänger on your knee if it wasn't for his bright emerald eyes. he sucks on his thumb, while brandishing a twig in thin air. (after you had successfully convinced him it was a wand)
'honey, look, it's your papa,' you say, flashing his father's picture on his eyeline. you wonder if he recalls his features as his grubby fingers grab at the photograph. you wonder if you'd had to introduce his father to him if he weren't dead.
the doorknob clicks. the footsteps knocking on the floor are similar but it still sends a wave of coldness through your veins. your jaw tightens.
'i'm so sorry i'm late,' he says running his fingers through his hair. he picks up harry, and places a chaste kiss on his chubby cheek. you get up from the sofa.
'it's okay sirius, he's my godson too,' you say, loosening your tightened jaw. you crack your knuckles.
'buddy where'd you get this...twig?' you hear sirius ask harry. he flashes him a half toothed grin, shoving the twig in his ear.
'hey, hey no,' sirius scrunches his face in pain. you suppress a smile, throwing your coat over your shoulders.
'i convinced him it's a wand. he saw me using it to turn down the blinds and yeah, you know he's just like his father, stubborn,'
'you seen moony?' you ask. remus was the only person you could confide in at that moment. somethings seemed to be overwhelming. swallowing it up would seem like a great idea, but it wasn't. not in the long run. the run hadn't even started and you felt like your joints were rusted, lungs exhausted and heart beating too slowly. perhaps it was the after effects of a lorn tragedy. your breathing palpitated with the way sirius' gray eyes ran over your body.
'he's sulking as usual,' he replied, his mood suddenly in the halt of a shift.
'home?' you ask, your feet jittery.
'hm,'
you're not sure whether it's a tone of disapproval or jealousy. the latter seems dimensionally impossible, so you disapparate, to lupin's house.
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your eyes are torn of sleep, the half moon shining stark against the dark sky. the stillness of the night enveloped you, an uncomfortable warmth surrounding you. the night seemed stuffy, a prison of your thoughts. it was as if a weight of restlessness settled upon your bones, your mind and body battling to fall into a slumber. the darkness thundered a dance of troubled thoughts, which instead of providing solace was a battle against the dreams that awaited you on the other spectrum of sleep.
it's thud against your door. is it the wind? you search for your wand, and slowly whisper,
'lumos,'
the tip of your light enlightens into a beautiful solemn blue. you curl your toes, walking down the hallway. your voice is sore, dry and cracked when you speak, pressing your ear against the wood of the door.
'wh-who is it?'
'it's me, sirius.'
your hand wraps itself around the doorknob as your turn it, around, unlocking the door. it's not the first time he showed up at your house in the middle of the night. last time, when he came in he was drunk and red-eyed, searching for a bestowed comfort. while it wouldn't have mattered if it was someone else, it felt so wrong back then. he'd hugged you tight, your ribs almost breaking from the pressure. it made you reminisce of the days when he'd hug you, whispering i love you's in your ear. it made you reminisce of the days when he'd tickle you and you'd laugh till your ribs hurt. you remembered how he'd reeked of alcohol and tobacco, so unlike yet like him.
he stands there before you, his nose dripping blood, tears staining his cheeks. you stare at him hollow-eyed, your heart bleeding with an urge to hold him. but it seems like you're stuck, as if your blood is frozen, your senses too numb. he stammers, walking towards you. he smells like a flowery scent infused with the stench of beer. his words are broken when he speaks into your hair, his arms dropping on your body.
your lips are dry as your arms close around his shaking body.
'who did this to you?' you whisper. you feel his heartbeat beating against yours. his slows it's pace and yours picks up the pace as he lets the cruel words out of his mouth, offering you a broken story.
'this-this girl, she groped me when i was dancing with her. i thought it was by mistake a-at first, but-'
he breaks down, his sobs shattering every shard of your broken heart.
'it's fine, we'll get you a warm bath,' you whisper, slowly running your fingers down his spine. it's as if by instinct, or maybe old habit, you kiss his shoulder.
'i-i miss you.' he says.
'i'm right here,'
'no, i miss us.'
'sirius?'
he looks at you with an utmost expression of genuine love and it scares you. his gray eyes almost absorb your soul. it's as if your heart beats maniacally against your ribcage, while he captivates you. he feels like the perfect muse for your poems. he feels like the last bite of your cornetto. he feels like home.
he feels like he's yours.
you're scared. maybe the incarnations were roses after all.
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hyperfocuscentre · 25 days
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getting a little bit tired of the sirius black victim blaming that comes with the increasing popularity of regulus.
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scarletslxt · 2 years
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the sirius black to eddie munson pipeline
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lafleshlumpeater · 4 months
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sirius black x slytherin!reader
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yrluvjane · 1 year
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Dad Sirius
Baby: definitely would let baby fall just for them to teach how does it feels like. Like baby would be waddling around the table and he would carefully eyeing on them, letting them fall on their bum and laugh with them or immediately go and soothe them.
I see Sirius as someone who has the kid’s back but secretly. School bullying? “Oh come here, shh, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.” and then heck those who bully his baby? Does baby know about it? No.
Also coming back to the first one: learning baby on skateboard with uncle James. They got the baby in helmet and all of those stuff. Which is pleasing the mum but I bet that Sirius and James didn’t tell her that the baby is gonna be on ramp-
Sirius dancing with baby on his tiptoes.
Sirius teaching baby how to play on his bass guitar but baby ends up nibbling on the head of it.
I agree with all of this! I just keep imagining mum being out for groceries or something, and the baby is whiny, so Sirius just sits and lets the baby suck on him. Tea parties! All the time where he would invite James and Harry, and they pretend to gossip on mum and Lily only for both babies to run and tell the two everything they said. Sirius would definitely buy his child onesie's representing the marauders' animagus forms. Mum's make-up would totally be ruined every birthday party, I'd always imagine having at least one daughter; she'd wear a princess dress and a tiara but also her dad's leather jacket sunglasses. And a son who is as much as Sirius as possible who wants to be just as cool as his dad. They probably draw maps of the house and set up scavenger hunts around the backyard. And mum taking a picture of them when they attempt to bake for a school gathering. And he'd help her draw out her 'prank' plans to make sure they're not dangerous and she doesn't get caught (like the one time they switched out the salt and sugar in the kitchen or when he helped prank her teacher by smearing glue over her desk)
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urstarlitharlot · 22 days
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character bingo!!
sirius
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and i can confirm the "if anything happens to them i will cry bc i did cry and get cry all over my book
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