#post-Azkaban

[august-88]

sirius (“go on, shout, scream, say something!”) black and remus (“you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you”) lupin

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

oh oh oh sirius was in solitary confinement for twelve years. god why does no one talk about how that would ? affect him? do you think he had hallucinations? do you think he saw james and lily? do you think they blamed him? do you think he heard his mother? do you think she asked for her star back? do you think he heard his brother? asked why he did what he did? do you think i screamed for his father? asked why he wouldn't come to him, even like this?

do you think when he was on the run he was so paranoid he couldn't eat or move from one location for days? do you think he could tell reality from hallucination? do you think he had horrible panic attacks when he saw a wizard in black? do you think he couldn't eat regularly anymore because he threw it up?

do you think when he was at number twelve, he dissociated for weeks? if harry wasn't there, do you think he sat in his mother's room and stroked buckbeak's head and let his conscious slip? do you think he started forgetting everything? do you think he forgot how to play chess and cook mary's favourite dessert and what lily's favourite dress was and how james took his eggs every morning? do you think he was so afraid to sleep he stayed up for weeks? that he couldn't sleep without a potion? do you think he bled to feel something in the long months he didn't see his godson? do you think he thought of his mother while he did it? do you think he ever could properly eat again? how bad was his guilt? did he looked in the mirror and see murderer? do you think his mother's screaming was comfort to him after so many years of earth-shattering silence? do you think sirius took comfort in the fact that it was the only thing that was the same when everything had changed? do you think the only reason he didn't start drugs was because he had people who depended on him? because he'd never be taken into consideration if he was addicted to opioids? do you think he got angry more? do you think he got angry less? do you think he stopped trying to make connections with people?

[pjxckson]

Sirius looked at him warily for a moment, and Remus realised that they had not been this close yet - they had hugged, in the Shack a year ago, but that had been pure adrenaline. It had not been intimate. This was.

“May I?” Remus asked, softening his voice.

Sirius nodded, slowly, then turned his head, so that Remus could reach. Leaning in, not too much, Remus began to work, sliding his fingers carefully through the slick black locks, gently easing the comb through in sections from the bottom up. Slowly, slowly, the knots began to loosen, giving way to that familiar old silken texture.

It was difficult work, and took a lot of patience, and the rest of the bottle of conditioner, but Remus finally felt like he was helping; he was in control and he was doing something positive. Sirius was so quiet and still the whole time; tense at first, but gradually relaxing, bit by bit - Remus could practically see his tendons slackening.

[daydreamsgonerogue]

The Noble And Most Gloomy House Of Black.

[marauderfic]

by kyuuketsukirui

Summary:

Remus knew where he stood with Sirius. Had known for years.

Comments:

There's something in this fic that pierces my heart. Remus thinks he knows where he stands with Sirius, he thinks he knows what he means to him, but what he sees is the result of his view of himself. It's painful but real, because many times our self-steem is what stains and breaks our most significant relationships. It's sad to read about this very in-character Remus who (perhaps without realizing it) doesn't believe he deserves love and happiness.

It's beautifully executed with an instrospective prose that takes us through multiple moments in Remus's life. Brace yourselves for the ending on this one.

Illustrative quote:

He should have been angry - everyone else seemed to be - or grieving, but where grief and anger should have been, there was just... nothing.

[punkrockcrow]

finally there

[alittlebrownbat]

a recommendation, for your pleasure

recently finished not if it’s you by estas_absentis, and I’m just floored by how achingly gorgeous it is. the prose is beautiful. It features all of my favorites — hurt/comfort, manipulative dumbledore, and light smut at the end, as a treat.

[toorumlk]

best friends to lovers? no, best friends AND lovers!

[psdrawsthings]

[🕯️]

preparation for the DADA lesson

[raindragon-20]

“Lie low at Lupin’s” more like cuddling and snuggling and making up for 12 lost years at Lupin’s.

[cuculoooo]

Post azkaban Remus and Sirius designs

I've been cooking them for way too long

Older wolfstar has a special place in my heart, so i decided to make my entrance in the marauders fandom with them 💟

[outromoony]

If you ever think you’re dramatic, just remember Sirius Black spent twelve years in Azkaban and still came back looking like an emo rock legend with a tragic backstory.

[upthehillnsfw]

First time at Lupin's cottage - Commission for anonymous🌤️

Click for full comic / Alternative

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

Could you write something for having a deep conversation with Sirius about your future plans, like marriage, kids, etc. just something reallyyy fluffy? Maybe they’re cuddling in bed ready for sleep but they’ve been sidetracked by this conversation🥺

“I don’t see why we don’t sleep in my bed. It’s much more comfortable.” Sirius complains quietly, pressing himself further against your back in an effort to move away from the spring that’s incessantly poking into his side.

“We’ve discussed this.” You reply with a grimace, envisioning the—ahem—decor in Sirius’s childhood bedroom. “I don’t like strange, half-naked women being the last thing I see before closing my eyes at night.”

“I don’t think it’s so bad.” He muses after a moment of thought.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” You state dryly, closing your eyes. “Goodnight.”

“I’m joking.” Sirius says into your ear, and you can practically hear the smile in his voice. “I’d take them all down if I could.”

“I’m sure.” You open your eyes long enough just to roll them.

“I mean it.” He states, this time with a tone of finality. “I hung them up as an act of defiance; I certainly didn’t have the foresight of knowing I’d be a grown man still sleeping in there with my future wife.”

Your eyes snap open at his particular word usage. Your eyebrows raise and you ask to confirm what you thought you’d just heard. “You, um—your future wife?”

“Well… yes.” Sirius chuckles, finding amusement in how surprised you seem to be. “You don’t agree?”

“Yes!” You blurt too quickly, then clear your throat as you try to recover from the embarrassment of sounding too excited. You make an effort to speak more slowly. “I mean of course. We’d just—ah, well—we’d never discussed it.”

“My apologies for not being more clear, then.” He smiles. It’s rare to see you flustered, and it’s flattering to see you jump at the idea of being together forever with him.

A comfortable silence follows as you digest the information.

Sirius wants to marry you someday. Considering the state of everything at the moment, you assume it’ll be someday far off, but someday.

“Kids?” You ask quietly, unsure if he’d fallen asleep.

“However many you’d be willing to give me, darling.” Sirius answers without any hesitation, leaning forward and kissing your head.

[90slavenderh4ze]

dog days of falling in love - sirius black

pairing: post azkaban!sirius black x reader.

summary: if she spoils the dog, that’s hardly his problem.

warnings: none, just fluff.

a.n: set around ootp, no mentions of yn. first ever time writing a fic, hope you like it! let me know if you have any requests/ideas/suggestions.

Grimmauld Place was silent in the late afternoon, save for the occasional creak of the old house settling into itself. Most of the Order was out—on missions, running errands, living lives beyond the dark walls of Sirius Black’s prison. Even Harry had gone to Diagon Alley with the Weasleys, leaving the house emptier than usual.

Sirius hated the silence.

It left him alone with his thoughts, with memories that clawed at his ribs and pressed down on his chest like a weight he could never quite shake.

But then there was her—a bright spot in his days, a constant presence in the house. Not in an overbearing way, but in a way that made the suffocating air of Grimmauld Place a little easier to breathe.

And right now, she was sitting in the drawing room, curled up on the worn-out armchair, completely immersed in her book.

Sirius had found her like this more times than he could count, legs tucked beneath her, a faint crease of concentration between her brows. It was something he never got tired of seeing. There was something about the way she looked when she was lost in a story—so at peace, so unaware of the rest of the world—that made his chest tighten in ways he refused to examine.

And it gave him an idea.

A childish, reckless, Sirius idea.

With a smirk, he slipped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. A moment later, a large, black dog padded back inside, tail wagging lazily, dark eyes locked onto his unsuspecting target.

She didn’t notice at first, too caught up in whatever world she was lost in. That wouldn’t do.

With careful, deliberate steps, Padfoot crossed the room and flopped right onto her lap.

“Oh—!”

The book slipped from her fingers as a solid weight landed on her, all fur and warmth and very little consideration for personal space.

“Sirius!” she gasped, half-laughing, half-scolding, her hands instinctively burying themselves in his thick fur. “You absolute menace.”

Padfoot merely huffed, resting his massive head against her stomach, tail thumping against the side of the chair.

She tried to push him off—tried being the key word. “You do realize you’re not a small dog, right?”

Another huff.

She sighed, exasperated but ultimately amused. “I suppose this is your way of telling me you’re bored?”

A lazy wag of his tail.

Shaking her head, she gave up on fighting him off and instead ran her fingers through his fur. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Padfoot let out a low, contented sound that was very close to a pleased sigh. He melted under her touch, every stroke of her fingers sending a warm, lazy sort of pleasure through him.

He could’ve stayed like that forever.

But forever wasn’t an option.

He could hear the others returning, footsteps echoing through the house. He knew the moment would end soon, that reality would come crashing back in, and that he’d have to let go of whatever this was.

Still, he lingered.

She scratched behind his ears, her touch gentle, soothing. “You’re not fooling me, by the way,” she murmured, her voice warm with amusement. “You only do this when you want attention.”

He gave her his best Who, me? look, big puppy-dog eyes and all.

She laughed, shaking her head. “Ridiculous,” she muttered fondly.

And then—Merlin’s bloody beard—she leaned down, pressing the softest, most absentminded kiss to the top of his head.

Sirius Black, infamous troublemaker, ex-Marauder, Order member, and emotionally stunted mess of a man, nearly died on the spot.

The moment was over before he could fully process it.

“There,” she sighed, scratching under his chin. “You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

He absolutely did not get what he wanted, because what he wanted was more.

More of this. More of her.

And that terrified him.

Before he did something stupid—like shift back into his human form and kiss her properly—he let out a low, exaggerated yawn, stretched lazily, and rolled off her lap, landing on the floor with an undignified thud.

She snorted. “Graceful.”

Padfoot shook himself out, gave her one last look, and padded out of the room, tail flicking behind him.

It wasn’t until he was back in his bedroom, sitting on his bed in human form, that he let himself breathe.

His hands were still trembling slightly, his skin tingling where her fingers had been.

She kissed him.

Granted, she kissed Padfoot, but still.

His fingers brushed over his hair, right where her lips had been, and he let out a soft, breathless chuckle.

He was so bloody doomed.

[fircbolts]

Last post of the year!

hiii it’s been a while but i wanted to share this piece i worked on last week. I hope everyone is doing great and i wish y’all a wonderful new year filled with happiness and success. i will be more active next year hopefully cause i really want to prioritize drawing and creating in general! Sorry about the angsty post haha but i kinda needed to draw this, i had it planned for a while now but i only had time to work on it now haha. anyway! see y’all next year! 🫶🏼