Re-reblogging

Immediate Slytherin. No questions asked. The hat took a couple seconds, if that

Sirius caused the longest hat stall in Hogwarts history when he was sorted, by the way

I’ve already proposed to you like 7 times what more do you want from me

but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 account and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???

Me when I love somebody so much I write them porn for their birthday (targeted)

Remus is a big hoodie and no trousers kind of guy, Sirius is a big trousers and no shirt kind of guy. I’m imagining Remus walking around in nothing but Sirius’ jumpers (which absolutely drown him, by the way) while Sirius watches him, blushing with a grin on his face he can’t quite wipe, because there’s marks on his thighs and neck from last night.

James: Are we still bros?

Sirius, balls deep: Of course, bro.

James, tearing up: Bro…

Remus, under James: …are we all just bros to you?

Lily, watching them: Sorry, fucking what?

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When Harry is born, Sirius is dead terrified of holding him. He will do literally anything to avoid it. He spills hot coffee on his arm when Lily offers the first time, playing it off as an accident. He lies that he hurt his elbow in a battle when James tries to hand Harry over. He casts a wordless, wandless spell on his arm to cover it in rashes, saying he shouldn’t, just in case it’s contagious, when Remus tries to pass Harry to him. He comes up with excuses every single time. He lies to Lily, to James, to Remus, Peter, Mary, Marlene, Dorcas, Emmeline, Frank, Alice, and everyone else who comes into contact with Harry and him.

Everyone, after two months of this, assumes that Sirius just doesn’t like babies and isn’t willing to say it to them, for some reason. When James finally corners him, handing him Harry because “he’s your godson! You can’t go your entire life avoiding him. How do you expect to bond with him if you won’t even let him hold your finger?” Sirius awkwardly holds the kid, every muscle in his body tense, tears in his eyes, shaking, genuinely petrified. James takes Harry back and finally presses Sirius until he spills.

Sirius adores Harry. He doesn’t love kids, generally, but his nephew, his godson, is the exception. That doesn’t change the fact that he is terrified of the idea of hurting Harry. He’s so scared that his upbringing has permanently fucked something in his brain up and, if he gets into close contact with a kid, that something will be triggered. He’s terrified that he, if presented with an innocent, sweet, adorable child, could become the monsters that raised him.

You will never catch me drawing Sirius without self harm scars. He is my representation. I am a self harmer and I demand at least one person to help us feel seen

REAL.

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Me whenever I write about Sirius: Have I mentioned how TALL he is? How STRONG? Have I told you that he’s BROAD? That he’s TALL? That he’s so TALL and STRONG and BROAD?