#post azkaban

[dara-art]

the wall has fallen

❤️‍🩹

finished a long-started art

quietly admiring it for almost a month, and now I'm ready to share it with you

I was inspired by a fanfic I read a few months ago, in which Sirius, who had returned from Azkaban, gets closer to Remus while being locked in Remus's house.

there wasn't a specific scene like this, but I thought I wanted to do this for them. Something bright, tender, and filled with hope. Bitter in the moment, but carrying the light of the future. Art that says "the worst is over" and "the most important thing is that we have each other"

I hope I was able to convey this ❤️‍🩹

[dzukika]

[queerlybelovedwerewolf]

Werewolf transformations reshape the body. Bones snap, skin stretches, forms rebuild from marrow to muscle.

When Sirius learns this, he realizes something:

Remus could choose how to rebuild himself.

Not entirely — not magically transition on a whim. But the wolf remembers what feels right. And over time, Remus changes.

Narrower hips. Stronger hands. A voice rougher than before.

He never says it aloud. But Padfoot notices. And loves him more for it.

[wingedhallows]

"i'm older than you think." ; sirius black

pairing: sirius x reader | 1k words plot: Sirius is taken aback that you're actually older than you look. prompt: "I'm older than you think." authors note: just a little something that came to me some nights ago.

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The Black’s family home was lively, more than what you expected. Two redheads rushed past you as you brought a hand through your hair. The strong wind had messed with it. 

“Get back here you two!” a woman, also with red hair, yelled after them.

“Oh, hello, dear.” she spoke, her voice gentler.”Hello.” You answered. “Y/N, there you are.” Tonks' voice came from behind the red headed woman. A small smile spread on your face as your friend approached. “For a moment I thought you wouldn’t come, come on.” 

She engulfed you in a hug and rubbed your back in a comforting manner. With an iron grip, she dragged you into the kitchen. “I didn’t know we would have another guest, here, let me fetch another set for you.” The woman chuckled as she pushed past you two. “No need-”Don’t try, that’s Molly Weasly, just eat.” Tonks laughed as she pulled you through the door.

Around the big kitchen table sat a few more red heads, some teenagers and adults.

“Everyone, this is Y/N L/N. She’s one of the greatest Aurors I know and hopefully, after tonight, a member of the Order.” Tonks announced, a comforting hand on your shoulder as she pushed you towards the table. A man, curly hair framing his handsome bearded face and a sly smile beaming towards you, held his hand out for you to take. 

"Sirius Black, the owner of this lovely house. I’m glad a more beautiful person is joining us. Nice to meet you, love.” He spoke before he kissed your hand with a grin on his face. A certain heat crept onto your cheeks as you shot him a grin yourself.

“Nice to meet you as well, Mr. Black. This house is indeed very lovely, so bright and colorful.” You chuckled. His eyebrows shot up and a laugh escaped his mouth. 

“And she’s got humor, merlin.”

“Holy, get a room.” Tonks spat with widened eyes. She grabbed your arm and pushed you down onto a chair. “Here you go.” Molly grabbed your shoulder and placed a bowl of food in front of you. Without another word of refusal you ate what Molly had given you. You didn’t miss the many times Sirius had glanced your way.

After the meeting and your agreement to join the Order and help Harry Potter, Sirius’ godson, to help defeat Lord Voldemort, Remus Lupin had asked for another drink and you agreed to stay. Harry and his friends had gone upstairs an hour ago claiming to go to bed, though you believed otherwise. Sirius had seated himself across from you.

“So, you’re an Auror?” with a sip from your cup you nodded. “I became one right after graduation, I’ve been one ever since.” You shot him a smile and reached for your pack of cigarettes. 

With a small smile on your face you held out the pack for him. “Want one?” he shot you a smile and nodded his head. “I’d love one.” you chuckled. After lighting your stick you leaned over the table to light his. His eyes widened as you came closer as expected.

“As an Auror, you must be in grave danger.” He spoke. It was only you two, the others were immersed in their own conversations.

“It’s always dangerous, feels nearer than it did last time though.” His eyebrows furrowed and he chuckled as he blew some more smoke from his lips. You did the same. “Last time?” you nodded and took another sip from your cup.

“The first war?” You tried, he didn’t get it though.

“What would you know of the first war? You’re barely an adult, we all know Tonks’ hardly one.” He stomped out his cigarette and without a warning a laugh escaped you. “Oh, merlin.” You heaved, wiping the non existing tears.

“What’s so funny?” he spoke, a unsure smirk on his face. “Mr. Black-” you had to laugh again.  “This is truly hilarious.” you paused

“I’m older than you think.” you took a sip from your cup and a big smile spread on your face once again. 

“What?” he managed to say, the cup of firewhiskey in front of him long forgotten. You lit yourself another cigarette and gave him a smile.

“We went to Hogwarts around the same time, I think.” you paused and his eyebrows furrowed once again. “You were a fourth or fifth year. I mean who could ever forget the great and mighty Marauders?” His mouth had opened in disbelief.

“I’m almost ten years older than your cousin.” you whispered.

“So-”Yes, I’m almost as old as you, so.” He shook his head and stood from the table. With his cup in hand he made his way next to you.

“Well, forgive me, darling. You look hardly a day over twenty.” You had to laugh again and shook your head.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Black.” he clasped your hand in his and gave you another smile. “Please call me Sirius, love.” you nodded and took another sip of your drink.

“And since the Firewhiskey is slowly loosening my tongue, I believe that I do not feel ashamed to say that I'm slowly starting to fancy you, Y/N.” you stopped yourself from laughing and nodded at him.

“I’m afraid, me too.” A wide smile spread on his face as he came close.

“Good, then I get to do this.” with a hand on your cheek he came closer. His warm lips connected with yours and with almost rehearsed movements you kissed. Your hand found the back of his head, the other sat on his neck.

 “Ew, you two.” Tonks spat and Remus had to laugh at the sight of you two.

“Definitely hardly an adult.” Sirius chuckled.

You two were out of breath as you rested your head in the crook of his neck with a grin on your face.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Locked in a Room

@wolfstarmicrofic May 22, word count 624

Clearing out the rooms in Grimmauld Place had been a chore that Sirius hadn’t been prepared for. He knew he’d have trouble seeing the house again, but when Dumbledore asked, of course, he’d agreed that the Order could use it as headquarters, and somehow he’d been convinced to use it as his hideout as well. His fuzzy mind had a lot to answer for. 

He was hiding in one of the attic rooms. Downstairs had gotten too loud and too busy, and he couldn’t cope with it. So, he’d hidden himself away. Azkaban had been loud, what with all the screaming and constant mad chattering, but he’d been able to block it out after twelve years. But actual sane people having conversations that made complete sense, somehow that was too much for him.

A knock on the open door made him look up from the trinket box he’d been flipping over in his hands. Remus stood there looking uncomfortable. He was always uncomfortable around Sirius nowadays. Sirius wasn’t the same man he’d been before he’d been sent to Azkaban. Remus had had a life before he’d been sucked back into the war, and now he was Sirius’s babysitter. 

“Didn’t think you’d find me up here,” He grumbled. His grip tightening on the trinket box. Remus huffed.

“It may be a big house, but you’re predictable.” Remus stepped into the room and shut the door. 

“No, don’t!” Sirius jumped up, but it was too late. The door was shut. He grabbed the doorknob and yanked at it futilely. He dropped the knob and slumped to the floor, rocking. 

He was fine with the front doors being locked, but small rooms like this, ones that were no bigger than his cell that he couldn’t get out of himself. They were different. 

He could feel the panic taking over. His chest felt tight, and he was struggling to get in enough air. He felt dizzy and his heart thudded too hard. 

“Sirius?” Remus’s voice was distorted and didn’t seem to be quite making it into his head. “Sirius?” The voice was quiet and loud at the same time. “Sirius, it’s okay, I’m here. Just breathe. Just breathe.” He felt his body being moved. It was a good thing he was still skinny or else Remus would have struggled to move him. Remus sat him on his lap and wrapped both his arms around him, pulling him in tight to his chest. 

Sirius was slowly grounding himself, he was still shaking, but his breathing had evened out. This was the closest Remus had been to him since that night in the Shrieking Shack. 

He let his body go limp and rested his head on Remus’s shoulder. Remus’s hand instinctively cradled his head and stroked his hair. He felt calm now, but wasn’t ready to move and Remus didn’t seem to be in any hurry for him to get up. 

The door suddenly banged open and Mad Eye Moody stood dramatically in the doorway. 

“You look cosy gentlemen. Thought you might like me to open the door though. What is it Black, anti-theft charm?” Moody ran his wand up and down the door. 

“Yeah, nasty one. My ancestors didn’t take kindly to people snooping around.” Carefully he stood up and offered his hadn’t to Remus. Remus took it but didn’t let go. Sirius felt a small twinge that he hadn’t felt in over a decade. 

“I can’t go back down to all that noise.” He said, not able to look at Remus. 

“Well, let’s go to your room then. That's quiet.” Remus replied as if it was nothing. Sirius was grateful and let his best friend lead him down the stairs away from the attic and it's tricky door.

[engie-ivy]

"How can you even remember?" Remus blurts out.

Sirius tilts his head. "Remember what?"

Remus averts his eyes. "I mean, Azkaban, the Dementors... It's what they do, isn't it? They drain it out of you." He shakes his head. "Everything that's happiness, comfort, love... They drain it out of you." He glances up at Sirius. "Then how come you remember how I loved you?"

Sirius looks away and stays silent, as he seems to be staring off into the distance. Just as Remus starts to think he won't answer him, maybe can't answer him, Sirius speaks.

"I remember seeing your face," he says softly. "I remember, after my wand was broken and I was forced to my knees and put into chains, before they handed me to the Dementors, how dozens of people surrounded me, their eyes looking down on me, filled with hatred and disgust. And then I remember seeing your face. I remember the betrayal, the hurt, the heartbreak, in your expression. And each time I thought back to that expression over the years, I used to think, wow," Sirius turns his head to Remus, meeting his eyes with a faint smile on his lips. "He must've really loved me."

[they-call-me-whiskey]

"show me your scars,"

"but why?"

"I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there."

[rodolphus-lestrangex]

Don't leave me!

“Sshhh, it’s alright, Bella, I’m here.” She was clinging onto him, her head buried in his chest and he was leaning his head against hers, the smell of her hair filling his nose and making him feel like home. “He’s not mad at you. He’s just…” There were really no words that would dry her tears and he was tired of justifying their Lord’s actions because it was always like walking on eggshells. One wrong word and the consequences could be severe - from Bella or the Dark Lord himself didn’t even matter these days. It was times like these when Rodolphus questioned everything, when his thoughts about their master got so angry that Bella would call them blasphemous. These days Rodolphus didn’t care that she still loved Him more than her husband (or at least that’s what he told himself), but he did care that the Dark Lord seemed even more hostile since they had escaped from Azkaban, belittling Bella, doubting her abilities. As if she didn’t have enough demons to fight already. “It’s okay, I won’t leave you.” These days all he could do was pull Bella a little closer, hug her a little tighter and hope for the best.