#starprince drabble

[eatinghammers]

Snirius headcanons #15 Socializing.

Sirius is the life of the party. He's talking to everyone and everything that moves. Severus hides in the corner counting down the minutes to when it's okay to leave.

If someone approaches Severus, he shoots a panicked look as Sirius. Sirius rarely comes to his rescue, forcing him to talk with someone. If Severus seems truly uncomfortable, hurt, etc, he won't hesitate to step in though.

Severus hates PDA. He hates holding hands in public, kissing, etc. Sirius on the other hand loves it. They've settled this by interlocking their pinkies.

Sirius knows no personal space unless someone tells him. Severus likes his personal space and distances himself from people.

Severus generally doesn't like loud sounds. Whether it be overwhelming, annoying, or startling, he doesn't like them at all. Severus has had to call Sirius a number of times to come pick him up because it was too loud. The first time, Sirius kinda poked fun over the phone until he saw how much it affected him.

Sirius is a social drinker. Severus records him to show him how stupid he was the next morning— after getting him an Advil, trashcan, water, etc.

[diam0w0nd]

Daisy | Starprince Prompt

As always, the young Sirius Black is bored. 

The summer afternoon stretches out like a restless shadow, and the grass beneath him feels warm and pliant. The world smells of wildflowers and dusty, golden sunshine. Voices rise and fall further up the hill — his classmates’ bickering, too far away to matter — so he lets his hands roam idly through the grass until they catch on a stray daisy. 

The little bloom looks impossibly pure up close, its tiny white petals fanned around a perfect yellow centre like a miniature sun. Its slender green stem looks lively and innocent between his calloused fingers. 

And without thinking, Sirius begins to pluck it apart. 

He loves me.

A petal flutters into his palm, and absurdly, the softness reminds him of a rabbit — one that might scamper through these weeds with long, twitching ears and a cute quivering nose. Exactly how Snape looks whenever Sirius strays too close, all skittish and quick to dart away. The image of those wide, cautious eyes sends a thrill up Sirius’ spine; a hunter picturing his prey. 

He loves me not. 

They are so large and dark they seem bottomless — like a doe’s, Sirius thinks. That hair, too, casts him in such a girlish air, long and lank and ink-black, forever curtaining his gloomy paleness. Hideous, really. Sirius tosses a lock of his own hair back, smug at the thought that his is silkier, shinier, much more voluminous. 

And yet, Sirius catches his gaze drifting to those stringy strands more often than he’d ever admit, wondering if they feel as greasy as they look.

He loves me. 

Then there are Snape’s hands, pale and long-fingered, forever smudged with ink and whatever nonsense Slytherins brew up in their dungeons. Almost delicate, until Sirius remembers the way they can gut fish and crush beetles without batting an eyelash. 

And oh, speaking of eyelashes, Snape’s are his most unfair feature — ridiculously long and elegant, casting dusky crescents across his cheekbones. 

He loves me not.

No matter. Even if his eyes are strangely entrancing, his entire face is simply a mess of angles and contradictions. That sharp nose — too large, too hooked — ought to ruin it entirely. And his mouth is much too thin, too often twisted into nasty remarks and haughty sneers. The way those lips part a second before one of those scathing insults slips out… Merlin, it makes Sirius want to lean in and — 

He loves me.

“Black.”

Sirius jolts, thinking at first that he’s conjured him up with his wild imagination. But Snape is actually there. He can tell without even looking, by the faint trace of damp wool and bitter herbs that follow him everywhere. 

“Mutilating weeds, are we?” drawls Snape, standing with his arms crossed and one brow arched in evident disgust. “Truly living up to your future career as a killer.”

Before the boy can come any closer — before those pesky eyes can read too much into him — Sirius tosses the daisy aside. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he replies breezily.

Snape’s brow furrows. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing,” Sirius says too quickly, rubbing his hands on his robes as though to erase the evidence. His face prickles with heat. 

Snape narrows his eyes suspiciously, probably searching for the barb that never caught; some hidden insult that might explain the odd, breathless edge in Sirius’ tone. But eventually, he just huffs and turns away, robes stirring the grass like the wing of a brooding crow. 

And Sirius stays where he is, hands empty, heart knocking against his ribs. His gaze falls to the last stubborn petal clinging to the fragile stem, and his lips twitch into a smile before he can help it. 

He loves me not, he thinks, and for some reason, it feels more like a dare than an answer. 

[dino-cattivo]

Snirius Drabble: Haunted

I’m on the road at the moment so I wrote this on my phone. Hope I still caught all the spelling mistakes.

The rain was falling in a gloomy drizzle, painting the outside world a depressing gray. The occasional gust of wind lashed the water against the window, as if wanting to break the glass and drench the inside as well.

It didn’t have to dry this hard. The sitting room of Grimmauld Place might be dry, but the weariness had long sunk into every piece of furniture, the walls and even the floors. Everything was tainted. The people daring to step inside were no exception. Who dared to stay, try to make it home, would be overtaken by the darkness lurking within.

But still Sirius was here, no matter how many dark memories the place held, no matter how much it gnawed at his sanity, he stayed. He had nowhere else to go.

The world outside no longer had a place for him, as he was still stuck in a war that had already ended. The wizarding world was celebrating and rebuilding, but he was still in mourning, caught by the ghost of those that hadn’t survived. Those he has been unable to save, stuck in the in-between. Those he had only heard about after the war was over and the destruction of Voldemort had shaken the fundament of magic to the extreme till the Veil spit him out.

For everyone else years had passed, they had moved on from his death, had fought, built new alliances and were betrayed by others. For Sirius, only a moment had passed since he had fought Bellatrix and lost his footing.

The space he had once occupied in others' lives was gone. Harry still tried to include Sirius, but he was done with the war, wanted to be normal and start a family. He didn’t need someone who was flinching at every sudden move, who turned back to people that were no longer with them.

When Sirius was with him, Harry hurt. So to be a good godparent, Sirius let him be, only sending the occasional owl, so Harry knew he was alright. Even though he wasn’t.

All his friends were dead now. Remus being the last one to fall in the final battle. Hearing about that lose hurt. As had that Remus had found love and now had a child and Sirius had not been there to share the joy of it. He tried to visit Teddy once a week, be part of his life so he could tell him about his dad once he was bigger. But there were bad weeks when he didn’t manage to get out of bed and wouldn’t wish his presence on no one, least of all a child. So realistically speaking he saw the little munchkin once at most twice per month.

He was barely scrapping by, only kept alive thanks to the very dutiful house elf Harry had organized for him, who made sure he ate and drank at least something once per day.

Some days he asked himself why magic had deemed it so he returned from the other side. What purpose did he serve? Wouldn’t it be better if he had stayed in the nothingness, where pain didn’t exist?

He should close the blinds and move over to the fireplace and seek warmth before his thoughts got even more depressing thanks to the weather. But he didn’t. He stared into the rain as melancholy filled him.

He couldn’t, the mere five meters was too big of a distance to cover.

Instead, he looked into the rain.

Snape would have loved it. The weather would have matched perfectly with his dark vampire aesthetic.

But Snape wasn’t here to see it anymore, fallen in battle just like everyone else. Sirius shouldn’t care, should be glad that with this the Marauders had outlived their old school enemy. But he wasn’t. He caught himself thinking about the other when he least expected, his mind just coming to a screeching halt as memories overwhelmed him.

He couldn’t explain why, really. For most of their life they had antagonized each other till they landed on different sides of the war. And even when Snape had switched to their side and helped protect Harry, there had been nothing but mistrust and irritation.

Sleeping together in the aftermath of a violent fight didn’t just change things. Hate-sex was very much a thing. And what if Snape had sometimes left some Dreamless sleep during order meetings. He just wanted to make Sirius trust him, so he would drink poison without question one day when Snape had enough of him. And if Sirius played a prank on someone that accused Snape of still being a Death Eater, it had been just him wanting some fun. It was mere coincidence that it happen to get the person running his mouth.

So maybe they had moved past some of their childhood rivalry and were allays. But not friend, they were not even close to how he and Remus or even James had been.

But you didn’t get so hung up over a co-worker that you could barely tolerate. And it pissed Sirius off. How could he go days without the loss of Remus breaking him apart, but Snape crept into his thoughts every day. Even in death, the git still annoyed him.

Only he hadn’t been a git in his eyes for a long time. Calling him that, pissing him off, had been fun, but Sirius hadn’t meant it. Not in a long time.

Thinking back, it was properly his twisted way of flirting, making sure he had all the other's attention. Did he mention his childhood had been messed up and Azkaban had only made it worse? Who could blame him for being a total idiot when having a crush on someone for the first time? Or not realizing he had developed feelings until the other party had departed this world?

He was truly fucked. Especially since he didn’t know how to process his feelings with the other no longer here to scream at.

Life really sucked.

On the bright side, with everyone's death, there was no one there to judge him. Well, there was Harry. And Andy. And Ginny, since with her marriage to Harry she was now also his family and turned out to be a worse mother-hen than Molly. So maybe he was still being judged.

Maybe he should ask her for advice. Women were good with feelings and stuff right? Just because she married her first love didn’t mean she couldn’t relate to being heartbroken because the man you thought you hated all your life was actually someone you loved. Or maybe he should shove the feelings deep, deep down and never speak of it ever until he took the secret to the grave one day. Yeah, that’s a good plan.

Suddenly the hair on the back of his neck stood up as a shiver ran down his spine. The invisible hand of magic a heavy touch on his head. Something was happening. The old Black family magic tried to tell him something. Him, the family disappointment, because he was the last of the blacks that still carried the name.

He clumsily tried to search the magic. His heir training never went into such detail, and he was fully out of his element. The tingle in his mind got more intense as the family magic, bless its patience, repeated itself pushing him into the right direction.

Something had tipped off the wards. Which shouldn’t be possible. The only people that know about this place which he refused to get out from under the Fidelus charm, were the golden trio, Andy and Ginny, all people that had already access through the wards.

So how had someone managed to find this place? It was not as if Sirius had any human contact to anyone but them and as they were not the secret keepers they couldn’t share the location.

He should properly call for help. Or flee. That's what a normal person would do.

Instead, he was already halfway out the door, want in hand and curses on his lips. His fight or flight instinct was completely turned towards fight after spending so many years fighting a war.

Edging down the stairs, he avoided the noisy ones trying to catch the attacker unaware. All this caution was for naught as he froze, seeing the dark figure standing in the entrée way. He would have made an easy target for every curse or hex one could imagine, but all he got was a raised eyebrow.

Something he knew too well, something that had haunted his dreams for the last months. Something he thought was lost.

But here stood Severus Snape looking no worse for wear with a single red feather in his hand that reminded him of Fawkes. “Black, I see Potter’s story about your demise had been highly exaggerated.”

This fucker, as if he had any right to talk.

[picklesonjupiter]

Title: therapy does some good

Sirius Black/Severus Snape, on ao3

Sirius caressed his body. Spoke warmly to him. Praised his mind. Held him every night, but Severus still feared abandonment. When he felt comfortable in the relationship, he lashed out. Sirius did not break it off. Instead he was attentive and offered to accompany him to therapy. Severus didn't think talking to a stranger about his feelings would help. After the third session, he accepted affection from Sirius without diminishing it with self-deprecating comments. After the eleventh session, he could talk about Lily to Harry without self-hatred and anger clouding him. After the twenty-eighth session, he accepted Sirius' marriage proposal.

[tricksterringmaster]

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[lumosatnight]

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Info: Sirius/Severus, E, 200 words Tags/Warnings: rough sex, hate sex, rope bondage Notes: I picture this happening sometime during OotP when Severus is out spying and Sirius is stuck at Grimmauld Place. Summary:

It's true. Sirius even fucks like a dog.

Read below the cut!

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“You disgust me,” Sirius says. 

“Filthy mutt,” Severus hisses, even as Sirius hits his prostate and his back arches with pleasure, “you even fuck like a dog.”

It’s true. 

Sirius has him pinned to the bed, hips angled high, looming over him as he thrusts inside. Sirius growls and drapes his entire weight over Severus’s back, forcing his chest into the sheets.

“See, this is why no one likes you.” Sirius grabs Severus by the hair, yanking his head upright. “Rude. Arrogant. Deceitful.” He punctuates each word with a thrust.

“Fuck you,” Severus spits, squirming, but the ropes circling his wrists remain firm.

“I already am.”

He pushes Severus’s head into the pillow. Severus grunts in protest, but Sirius ignores him as he watches his cock disappear into Severus’s body.

It’s tight — Severus is always tight.

“Shit,” he says, pulling out and coming all over Severus’s back. 

He rolls over and waves his wand, releasing the bindings around his bedmate's wrists.

Severus redons his dark cloak, not speaking on his way to the door.

“Be safe.” Sirius stares up at the dusty canopy. “Make sure you come back in one piece.”

Severus pauses.

“I always do.”

The door slams closed.

Also read it on AO3!

[mundrakan]

Snack drabble :)

Bile used to rise in my guts, when I saw you. But unbeknownst to everyone something else rises now. You aren't any more beautiful than you were. You aren't any nicer either. You are mean and harsh and venomous. And I want you. Now that your dream has popped, that you realize you have been played by the big boys, now that you are just as broken as me, I want you. I watch you from my corner of the room, where I have been banned, ever since James and Lily went into hiding, and I feel like you watch me, whenever I am not looking. It must be hatred, I guess. Like everyone in the Order you think I am a traitor. Like everyone in the Order you distrust me. At least you have a reason.

I watch you watching me and despair, and tonight I will fall asleep again to the thought what you would be doing to me, if you knew you have a chance, no matter what it is. My self-hatred these days rivals your hatred for me. Go ahead. Break me. I can't change who I am, even now. My brother is dead, my friends avoid me or hide from me, my life is in ruin. Come and kiss me, as if you mean it. The comfortable lie might carry me, right until I die, too. Curses fly so easy these days.

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Snirius except Sirius is trying to win Severus over in the stupidest ways. Just being absurdly down bad for him. While James' is chasing Lily, Sirius is actively chasing Severus. Literally.

He shows up to his house in the summer, luckily his Dad's away, singing a terrible love song with flowers.

Flying class, which I suspect is pretty similar to PE, he's claiming Severus to be on his team. The marauders are absolutely admonished by his sudden interest, but somehow supportive.

There's random love notes, flowers, gifts, etc.

Severus thinks this is all one big prank on him, one he's not gonna fall for and Sirius is literally so down bad for him.

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Snirius headcanons #9

Can you tell that I'm obsessed w/ them??

Sirius is very openly clingy. He'll actually say it out loud. He'll hang off Severus, hug him from behind and awkwardly shuffle while he's trying to do stuff, etc. Meanwhile Severus is very inwardly clingy. It took Sirius forever to understand, he thought Severus maybe didn't actually like him or love him. Severus will stare at him, ask him questions to make him stay in the room longer, etc.

Backtracking off the last one, Sirius gets clingy more often than Severus and for different reasons. Sirius gets clingy because he missed him, because he wants to spend time together, or because he's bored, and it's at least once a day. Meanwhile, Severus gets clingy whenever he's upset, had a bad day, feeling insecure, etc. He's only in a mood like that where he feels clingy once in a while.

Sirius "YOU FUCKING WHAT NOW?!? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!" Black x Severus "You never asked, last week." Snape.

Severus is a spy, so obviously he can keep up a good facade, an amazing facade. I think it took a year or two, but Sirius picked up on the little changes that depicted his mood. Whenever he's anxious, his eyes dart around the room. Whenever he's mad, his lips go thin. Etc etc.

The first time his friends came over after they had become a serious relationship, he warned them not to tease, belittle, nothing regarding Severus. (Only he can do it- playfully) James said one word and he was out the door. It became a very firm rule.

Sirius bites Severus randomly, and he says nom nom while doing so. He'll show up to work with bite marks and everyone thinks he got some last night, he didn't, Sirius was just biting him.

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Snirius headcanons #10

These ones are either Severus whump or freaky, cause I have free will.

Severus slept with a pillow wall between them for a very long time. Whether it be to hide from his dad, he didn't trust Sirius fully, or perhaps it was something he learned if he spent a long time at shelters occasionally, but one day it was gone. Severus took it down. No one commented on it but they knew what it meant, it meant Severus felt safe with Sirius, knew he wouldn't hurt him, meant he trusted him.

Severus has the most earth shattering, terrifying, violent panic attacks. The first time Sirius saw one, he absolutely thought he was dying. He was totally fine after. "Tf is the ambulance here for?" "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DYING!" "No, dumbass, and if I was, you would take that away? Wow, I'm appalled." After that, Sirius learned how to help, especially after seeing just how bad they could get.

It's pretty much canon that Severus has scars on his back. I'm sure that they're not super violent or prominent, but they're definitely visible. Before he ever took his shirt off, there was definitely a warning he gave.

Severus was a spy for years, he was a teacher, he was bullied pretty violently, and he had Tobias as a father, he is absolutely riddled with chronic pain. He wants to feel useful, absolutely, so he'll try to push past it, but Sirius notices, so he'll tell him to go back to bed, lay down, to not do anything for today. On days where it's too bad for him to get out of bed, neither does Sirius. Of course they bicker, but not on those days, on those days it's just hugs and kisses.

Sirius totally gives the vibes that he doesn't believe in aftercare of any sort. He's forever grateful that he got rid of that habit before he started dating him because if not, though he feels pretty bad for the girls and boys he didn't do that for.

I've said that Severus is riddled with nightmares before, but Sirius totally wakes up every time. It's like a sixth sense. "What happened?" "Nothing." But he sees the clenched jaw, the darting eyes, glancing at the door as if he's expecting his dad to come in, yelling and slurring his words. Maybe he's expecting Voldemort himself to come in, murder them. Maybe his mother comes in sobbing again about how she couldn't protect him, or it's Lilly's dead body, it's James shouting that stupid spell 'levicorpus', it doesn't matter. He's expecting a threat and Sirius knows it. He sees his pale knuckles whitening from his grip on the sheets, as if clinging to reality, the shaky breaths, harsh swallows, nostrils flaring. It's all so many small signs, but even in his sleepy state, he notices them. "Alright then, don't tell me, that's fine. Think you're gonna come back to bed?" "No." His voice cracks from the pressure of holding back tears, or maybe screams, even vomit. "Would you like a hug?" It's always a silent, small nod, but it's always there. Small sniffles and stifled cries usually follow. (This is low-key just turning into a drabble moreso than a Whump headcanon) and he always knows if this fear was his fault or not. "Shit, sorry, I shouldn't— I'm Sniveli—" "Don't apologize, and don't say that about yourself." It's an unusual tone. Usual bickering is something neither would dare to do to shatter this moment, to ruin Severus' rare vulnerability. Sirius' chest throbs at the thought that he helped nail that idea into Severus, that it stuck around for so long, that no matter how hard he tries to deny it, it affects him, their relationship, all of it. "Do you want to talk about it?" Small, silent, again, a shake of the head against his chest, accompanied by small sniffs and hiccups. "I don't think I can." His voice cracks from the cries ripping from him, breaking and stumbling. Sirius doesn't push it. He knows Severus doesn't want to, knows it won't help. "Alright then." His fingers card through the hair he once called disgusting, pressing soft kisses and caresses against the face he and his friends bloodied.

It's not a Whump hc, but here. "Y'know, one of these days I'm going to defy logic, and I will get you pregnant." "That's not possible." "You never know!" "I do know, I do, and no, you will not get me pregnant." "Yes I will, absolutely, sev, just wait."

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Severus who never had a soft touch. Severus, who lost Lily, and with that, the care he had experienced. Sirius, who's clingy in an endearing way, whose presence takes up a room. Sirius, who holds his hand constantly, who hugs him from behind, who combs his fingers through his hair or traces his face. Severus, who finally gets a gentle touch.

Severus, who never had someone to talk to about his interests. The death eaters listened, sure, but that evidently wasn't actually something they cared about, it was fake. Sirius, whose infatuated with every word Severus says, who listens to everything like it's the passage of life, like it's a beautiful symphony of tiny, perfect melodies, crafted from the hands of Greek Gods. Severus, who finally has someone to listen to him.

Severus, who always stifled his crying. Whether it be at home, lest he anger his father, or at school, who never knew if James, Sirius, or Remus hid in the shadows, deep within an invisibility cloak, who hunted him down for sport. Sirius, finally matured, who would singlehandedly move the constellations to take back what he did, to stop himself from saying that stupid nickname so maybe, just maybe Severus would come to him on his own. Sirius, who hears him every time. No matter how much Severus desperately wills his voice to silence himself, his emotions peer through the conversation cracks, shattering his façade. Sirius, who enters the room every time. Silence settles between the two, except for Severus' sniffles and Sirius' occasionally sighing. Sirius, who combs his hand through his hair, never pushes the matter. "I'm here if you want to talk." Severus finally removes the pillow, allowing his sensitivity to return. Severus, who finally has someone in his corner.

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Snirius prompt #4?

"Stop moving! I'm just trying to help!" Sirius hisses, venomous words muttered under his breath. Severus glares at him, shooting daggers from his onyx eyes. The alcohol stings his face as Sirius dabs his wounds. "I didn't ask for your help, Black." Sirius huffs, jerking his face up. As he looks over the damage, the wounds, the napkin in his hand dabbing away the dried blood and cleaning out the gashes, his eyes can't help but soften. "Yeah, well I am. Deal with it." Sirius sees the stained napkin down, something that was once a pristine white was now stained with a deep crimson, unspoken stories and words seeping out of the color, marking it. He unscrewed an ointment, dabbing his fingers into it, the pale yellow gel clumping onto his finger. His grip on Severus' chin loosened, once full of anger and rage, unspoken resentment, was now lace with subtle care. Severus eyes grew misty. 'Be a man, men don't cry,' Tobias' voice rang, peaking out in the back of his head. 'Old Snivelly, crying as usual,' James voice spat. He sniffled, shoving their cruel words down.

It was the first gentle touch he'd had in a while, the first time someone actually had tried to help him in years. After the fallout with Lily, and even before that, she stopped with her over enthusiastic hugs, high fives, everything. Maybe his mother would help bandage his back, but nothing about that was gentle. He looked more like his father after beginning puberty, something his mother made clear.

"Well, you didn't exactly help when your friend was kicking my face in, were you?" Severus was bitter, yes, but he had every right to be. Instead of venom or cruelty coming from Sirius, he just sighed.

"Yeah, but isn't it better that I'm at least helping now?" That was about the most agreeable Sirius would be. Severus' lips curled from the pressure of his tears, his throat growing a sudden lump, blocking his swallows and breaths. His vision grew blurry, and with a blink, the tears spilled over.

"Shit," he cursed. Before he could wipe them away, frantically muttering words and apologies, Sirius' hand grazed over his cheek, a soft thumb trudging away the tears. "It's.. it's fine." They both had a look in their eyes. 'Tell anyone about this, and I'm fucking kill you.' Yet somehow, it wasn't hostile.

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Snirius headcanons #6

Contrary to popular belief, Severus is the one who wakes up early. Not like a good early, like a 3 am early. Sirius has to practically beg him to take a nap.

Sirius didn't feel super guilty about bullying him. He did a little, but it wasn't too bad, at least until the whole SWM situation. Boom, lifelong guilt.

Sirius sees a squirrel, it's over for your conversation.

I have the feeling Severus speaks many languages, and Sirius is determined to learn them in order to understand what Severus mumbles under his breath all the time.

Sirius is the world's messiest eater, meanwhile Severus has manners that rival the royal family.

In a previous post, I mentioned how I think that it took a while for Severus to feel comfortable doing literally anything. Well, besides kissing. I also think that not only did it take a while, afterwards, I think he had to practically be showered with hugs and reassurance to make sure that he wouldn't leave him.

Sirius sleeps with a big, fuzzy blanket, a comforter, two sheets, etc. Severus sleeps with a random sheet.

Sirius comes up with a bunch of funny, over the top nicknames and pet names, meanwhile Severus just calls him his name.

Backtracking on the last one, I think Prince is a nickname used a lot, and it's not a satirical one. It's cute, it's his mother's maiden name, and it's also an old nickname. Severus sometimes calls Sirius Si/Siri, but that's pretty rare and only when he's drunk or half passed out.

They both knew the drill when they met each other's parents, given that they're both batshit crazy. Severus lied about being pureblood, ignored Walburgas comments, but immediately stood up for Sirius when she insulted him in the slightest. Sirius lied about being half blood like Severus because it'd be hard to lie about being a muggle. He ignored the jabs, but immediately stepped in and stood up once he slapped Severus.

They smoke. A lot. Two packs a day, bare minimum.

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Autistic!Severus x Sirius (who's constantly picking fights)

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Sirius: NO, DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING ISSUE? DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING—

Severus: Hey, I don't know if this is a bad time, but did you know that wizards used to dip their wands in olive oil before doing dark magic because they thought it would protect them. :)

Sirius: Oh, you're fine, that's very cool.

Random dude:...???

Severus: :)

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Severus: SIRIUS, TURN THE LIGHT OFF UP STAIRS!

Sirius: WHY?

Severus: IT'S TOO LOUD!

Sirius: WE'RE LITERALLY SHOUTING!

Severus: YEAH, BUT THIS IS GOOD LOUD AND THAT'S BAD LOUD!

Sirius: ??

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Someone: Uhm.. what is he doing?

Sirius: He's spinning, now—

Someone: But like, why? Isn't it kind of r—

Sirius: YOU KNOW WHAT, BRENDA? I DON'T RECALL ASKING—

Someone: My name's not Brenda—

Sirius: OH MY GOSH, BRENDA, NOT EVERYTHING—

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Snirius headcanons #14

Severus does the chores, well, most of them. Sirius will do a few, but Severus takes over the cleaning and cooking. He doesn't like feeling useless, something that Sirius has tried to shake out of him multiple times.

Before they started dating, Sirius was sickeningly down bad for Severus. It was genuinely embarrassing, it still is, although he'd never admit it.

Severus is a great cook, he makes potions, so it makes sense that he knows his way around the kitchen. Sirius has burned water, don't ask how it happened.

Sirius listens to those weird boy bands from the early 2000's. Not only that, but he listens to their love songs. He harasses Severus with their songs.

Severus is anemic, like not a little low on iron, this man has actually had to go to the hospital for fainting spells. Sirius has learned how to detect when he's gonna faint. "Hey do you— oh, you're gonna pass out." "I am not going to—" thump.

Severus needs to do something constantly, he needs to be productive or he goes stir crazy. He has a ton of little projects because of this, so Sirius has a bunch of trinkets. They slowly get more detailed and complicated. One of the things is a crochet duck, the other is a mini robot.

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Snirus headcanons #11

Severus sleeps with hello kitty pajama pants and a hoodie. Sirius teases him about it, but he sleeps in plain old boxers.

Severus thinks water isn't wet— and he's right— and Sirius thinks water is wet. "Can I have a cup of wet water, Sev?" "Tch, sorry, all out of wet water, but we do have not wet water."

Sirius learned that Sev never had a pillow/blanket for growing up, so one day he made on while Severus was gone. Severus pretended to hate it, but he actually loved it, he appreciated it a lot. Sirius knew that.

"HOW CAN YOU EAT THAT, THAT'S FIRE! WHAT HOT SAUCE DID YOU PUT— SATANS PISS?" "I didn't realize it was spicy, Sirius." It happens all the time.

"I swear, this is why your mother disowned you." "Oh my gosh, Sev, this right here is why your father beat you." It's a love language, it's all jokes, and if someone else said that, it turns into a true crime documentary.

Severus likes sparkling water.

"nom nom nom." "Sirius, if you bite me again, I'm going to punch you."