#Sirius orion black

[letraspal]

You said you were gonna grow up,

then you were gonna come find me.

[my-castles-crumbling]

soulmate au - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 308

He'd tried not to believe it. When James insisted that his crush was not unrequited; that there was something deeper there. It was impossible. He didn't deserve it.

But it was still surreal, on his seventeenth birthday, when Sirius passed him the marmalade and suddenly the soulmark on Remus's forearm started stinging.

It was almost too good to be true. It was too good to be true.

Because Sirius was straight. So that meant...

He dropped the marmalade and fled.

Every wizard knew that soulmarks didn't react until you were seventeen. So Remus had, for years, be forcing himself not to hope that his would sting and take shape the moment Sirius touched him after he came of age. Especially since Sirius hadn't said a word to him after his own birthday. He'd been completely normal. Hooked up with McKinnon, even.

But as he fled the hall, he heard Sirius's own voice call after him, and with the injuries sustained by his transformations, he was unable to run too far. "Go away, Pads. M'fine," he murmured, turning away from Sirius, who quickly caught up.

But Sirius's response wasn't what he thought it would be. "It happened to you, too, didn't it?" he asked, his voice full of tentative hope.

Remus turned around. "Too?"

"Merlin, I thought. I was so scared we wouldn't be a match. That maybe you didn't care for me like I care for you," Sirius mumbled, eyes roving over Remus's body, searching. "But James said it's pretty fucking obvious, with how you act and how it looks-" he cut himself off to lift his shirt, revealing the small outline of a wolf on his ribs. Sirius's soulmark.

Silently, Remus rolled up his sleeve to reveal the unmistakable shape of a paw print. "Sirius, I-"

"Fuck. Thank Merlin," Sirius laughed, grabbing him and kissing him soundly.

[outromoony]

Regulus "let it once be me." Black and Sirius "Why always me?" Black.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Soulmate AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 27, word count 353

“You two are so mushy it’s making me sick,” Peter said to Remus and Sirius as they whispered to each other on the sofa. 

“Ah, you’re just jealous, Pete. Wish you had yourself a bloke as sweet and fit as my Remus.” Sirius barked out a laugh, dragged Remus onto his lap and rubbed the tips of their noses together. 

“If you’re going to do that, then I’m going to find James.”  Peter gathered his books and walked out of their flat, slamming the door behind him. 

“Did you have to goad him, Sirius?” Remus sighed, snuggling into his boyfriend’s chest. 

“We weren’t even doing anything,” Sirius scoffed. “It’s not like I was undressing you in full view of him.”

“Sirius, you were professing your undying love for me in front of Peter, who is yet to find his soulmate.” Remus tried to explain. 

“Aww, you think I’m your soulmate.” Sirius batted his long eyelashes at Remus and leaned in to steal a kiss. “And what pray tell makes you think that?” He asked, genuinely wanting to know. 

Remus thought about it for a moment, then answered.

“You bring me food.”

“So that’s the big main criteria for the person who completes you, food?” Sirius had to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing. 

“Food I like.” Remus protested. “And, you always make sure my phone is charged when I forget and look after me when I’m ill. You buy me books and chocolate and—”

“Remus, you’re just describing your mum.” Sirius snickered at him this time. “Come on, what else? What makes me your soulmate over being your mother?” 

“You light up my whole world, Sirius. You make me feel safe and happy. That’s how I know we’re soulmates. That and you always give me the last Rolo.” Remus blushed. 

“Ah, there it is, the real reason you keep me around, damn Rolo’s.” Sirius held Remus close and thought about that ring that was burning a hole in the back of his wardrobe as he came up with the perfect way to propose and, yes, it did involve a last Rolo. 

[reggiesswimcoach]

Whatever you do don't imagine Remus spending his nights gazing into the Mirror of Erised to feel close to Sirius after his death.

[miss-star-dust]

RIP Sirius Black, you'd have loved telling everyone that Bowie and Mick Jagger's video for Dancing In The Street was the gayest music video

[florsial]

Chinese Black brothers my beloved

Thinking about them staying up at night while Sirius watches Regulus make wonton dumplings with Walburga because his hands tend to shake, both of them doing a deep clean of their rooms/dorms before Lunar New Year, everyone thinks they are yelling at each other Mandarin when they are just having a casual conversation about the Quidditch, and Sirius secretly gifting Regulus red pocket money in hopes it will be enough for him to get out of Grimmauld because he knows Walburga takes his from family members.

And the pure imagery of Sirius banging pots to wake everyone to clean Gryffindor tower and Regulus vacuuming the Slytherin dungeons with Severus and waking everyone up. Sirius also hosts Lunar New Years which go on all night with Karaoke and drinking games.

[state-probably]

https://michelle-982.tengp.icu/jq/mnoxg6t

[cherryt00]

SIRIUS ORION BLACK.

[wingedhallows]

a little jealousy; sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader | 0.9k words plot: fighting is normal but, making up is just as important. authors note: i hope u like this little something

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You hated this, the quiet. His hand would be around you, on your thigh, on your arms, his body flush against you, his voice blurring everything out. You missed him.

He avoided you, you had fought after all, over something stupid, you now realized. 

“That’s ridiculous.” He laughed as he turned his back to you. The surring anger inside your chest rose only further.

“So you think it’s ridiculous that I’m angry because Melanie fucking Primrose was hitting on you while I stood right fuckin’ next to you?!”

He brushed a hand over his face before he pushed a cigarette between his lips. He didn’t look at you, brushed your issue away like it wasn’t one at all.

“Sirius, look at me when I’m speaking to you.” He eyed you, blowing some smoke from his lips, mouth in a scowl.

“Sirius!” Your hand on his upper arm before he shrugged it off, his eyebrows drawn together.

“Back off, Y/N.” He blew some more smoke before he stepped away from you. He took his jacket and shrugged it on.

“Actin’ like my goddamn mother.”

You huffed in disbelief.

“You didn’t just compare me to your abusive, awful mother.” Your chest felt tight, your hands were icy cold.

“Oh please, you’re just like her. I can’t even stand the sight of you right now.”

He took a drag of his cigarette and walked past you, hitting your shoulder in the process.

You were still angry, livid even. He had compared you to his horrible mother, the woman you loathed for treating him like garbage. You’ve fought before, of course you did.

Every couple fights but never has he ever insulted you like this. Was that what he saw you like? As a woman so awful that he has to compare you to the woman who abused him for years on end?

 

“Why won’t you talk to him?” Lily’s hand rested on your arm, drink in hand. Reggie poured some more in your cup.

“Leave him be, he deserves to be miserable, to be honest.” You downed the insides of your cup before holding it out for the younger Black to fill it up again.

“You might want to slow down a bit or you’ll end up shit faced.” He commented before filling up the cup again. “James said he regrets acting like this.” Lily tried again but you shook your head.

“Why won’t he tell me then? If he regrets it so badly?” Reggie sighs and blows some smoke. “You’re acting childish.” You frowned at him, hands now crossed.

“You blew up in his face over something he didn’t even register and he compared you to our awful monster of a mother, I believe you’re kind of even.” 

You didn’t answer, you knew he was right. You watched Sirius glance at you before he took off to the balcony.

“Talk to him, apologize and please make up, I can’t take anymore of your weeping.” 

“Hi.” You tried, a cigarette in your mouth as you searched for a lighter. He was quicker and lit the cigarette for you. “Hello, love.” He said, putting his lighter away.

“I-”I’m” Both of you wanted to apologize, at the same time. A chuckle escaped the both of you as you stared ahead, the music buzzed behind you in a comforting manner.

“I wanted to apologize, I never should’ve said that to you. You’re nothing like my mother.” He paused and placed his hand in yours.

“You’re the most loving, beautiful and kindest woman I’ve ever known. I was angry and I spoke before thinking.” You nodded, taking a drag from your cigarette.

You turned to him, his hair fell over his eyes a bit, his eyes glassy. “I shouldn’t have made it such a big issue. I was jealous and let it out on you. I'm sorry.” He nodded, his thumb stroking your hand lovingly.

“I guess we’re both idiots.” You nodded and flicked your done cigarette off the balcony. Your hand found the back of his neck before you pulled him for a kiss.

“But if you let Melanie touch you like this once again I’m sneaking into your room at night and I’ll strangle you to death, got it?” 

His face stretched into a grin as he nodded, his eyes hooded. “Is that funny to you?” He chuckled as he placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“I kind of like you a little jealous.” You shook your head and grabbed for his cigarette, he let you.

“This is way more than just jealousy, I’m obsessed with you.” He tilted his head and grabbed your waist with his unoccupied arm, lips in a smile.

“I love you.” He whispered. You grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his lips.

“You’re mine, Sirius.” He nodded, your head on his chest. He placed a kiss on top of your head. “All yours, love.”

[hedgehog-troops]

marauders as conversations i wish i could have if i did not like in a homophobic place.

*the marauders giving their exams and they will NOT stop turnign around and speaking to eachother*

invigilator (misspeaking 'sit straight'): be straight.

sirius: thats kinda homophobic ngl.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Flushed - A Wolfstar Microfic

Based on a post by @lilyystarr ; Explicit- Minors DNI!

He couldn't tear his eyes away.

In the back of his head he knew he probably shouldn't stare. They were so new, this was the first time they were doing anything more than a good snog, he was afraid to scare the other man off.

But how could he not stare when Remus looked like that? Made those noises?

Sirius traced his fingers everywhere, over thick, muscular thighs and across bony hips, watching as Remus closed his eyes and bit his lip, his cheeks becoming flushed.

Then, without really thinking about it, he grabbed the naked cock in front of him.

Remus's cock was large, reddened from arousal, already leaking, like it was begging to be touched. And when Sirius held it is his palm, Remus let out the quietest little sound, muffled by the way he worried at his lip.

"Fuck. Remus, you're so..." Sirius whispered, mesmerized by the sight of Remus spread out before him, eyes wide and wanting.

"S'embarassing," Remus mumbled, tilting his hips just a little as Sirius tightened his fist, "I - ah - I dunno why you're looking at me like that."

"Because you're fucking hot," Sirius returned, starting to slowly move his hand up and down Remus's cock. And he was. Sirius wanted to stare for ages, to make this go for as long as possible, so he could commit this image of Remus to memory. This perfect picture of the man he'd pined after for so long, spread out before him, slowly unravelling.

"You...you like it?" Remus asked after a moment, his voice hoarse, but his eyes widening.

"Yes," Sirius nodded, his hand moving faster, eyes glued on the minute movements of Remus's hips. "Fucking gorgeous, Moony. Seeing you like this. Because- because of me."

Remus let out a moan that Sirius wanted to replay a thousand times, that he would hear again and again in his most intimate dreams. "Yes, baby. For you," he groaned, closing his eyes, his entire chest flushing pink.

"D'you..." Sirius whispered a few minutes later, still mesmerized. "Can you...will you come for me? Come on me?"

It was like he'd said the magic words, because suddenly Remus was painting Sirius's fist, letting out the most erotic sound Sirius had ever heard. And Sirius stared, open-mouthed, as Remus threw his head back, utterly in bliss. He wanted to make sculptures of this man.

When Remus calmed and Sirius's hand stilled, and Sirius didn't think he could love him any more, Remus then opened his eyes and grinned. "Your turn, love."

[outromoony]

Sirius Black should be an entire different sexuality.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 26 - Baby AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 26, word count 478

They’d talked about it for years. Mainly when they were drunk, but still, it had been a subject repeatedly for them. Remus looked down at the paperwork in his hands and watched them shake. He was ready for this next step. He just hoped that Sirius was as well. 

He knocked quietly on Sirius’s studio door. 

“Come in,” His husband called as the soft twangs of his guitar died away. Remus pushed the heavy handle down and swung the door open.

“Sorry,” He said, “I thought you were finished. I can come back.” He made to shut the door. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, get in here.” Sirius propped his guitar on its stand and hauled Remus into the room. “What’s up?” He asked, placing a kiss on the back of Remus’s hand. 

“Erm, there was just something I wanted to talk to you about.” He paused for a moment, his palms sweating as he nervously went over his rehearsed words in his head. Sirius’s eyes widened, and he looked worried. 

“Remus, what is it?” He grabbed Remus’s free hand in his and looked at the papers clutched in the other. “Remus, please, what is it?” His voice was tinged with panic as he searched his lover’s face for clues. Remus swallowed loudly and thrust the papers at him. His mouth had gone dry, and this was easier. “A baby?” Sirius questioned as his eyes flew across the paperwork. “You want us to adopt a baby?” Remus looked up at his vibrant blue eyes, made even more blue by his pale skin and ebony curls. He nodded. 

“I’m ready. I want a baby, Sirius.” His voice faltered, and he couldn’t say any more. 

Sirius stared at him, his face a blank mask. Suddenly, he spun around on his chair and pulled one of his desk drawers open. He rifled through the countless pieces of paper stuff in there until he found what he wanted. He smoothed it out and handed it over. 

Remus looked down at the identical forms he’d handed over to Sirius. The only difference was these ones had been filled in. He looked at his husband in amazement. 

“How long have you had these?” He asked, his voice choked. 

“A while,” Sirius responded, shrugging. “I was waiting for you to be certain.” Remus launched himself at Sirius, curling his considerable length into Sirius’s waiting lap. They held each other tightly. “Just think, Remus, one day soon, there’ll be a tiny human in this house for us to love and cherish and buy far too many gifts for.” Sirius crooned into his ear as his fingers carded through Remus’s hair.

They filled out Remus’s forms together and sent them off the next day to start the process. Both sent a silent wish into the world that they wouldn’t have to wait long for their little family to grow. 

[gh0stlylace]

Reading “ Art Heist Baby!” For the first time, Wish me luck.