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mutuals only sirius black from the hp fandom.
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Beth Revis, A Million Suns
pride ;; greetsdeath
AS PER USUAL, SIRIUS IS ABLE TO TUG A SMILE INTO HIS CHEEKBONES. he laughed in the back of his throat gently, nodding in agreement — his godfather was indeed, trouble. studying, as the years have passed; harry finds himself constantly studying the only piece of bloodline he has left. he’s become to note when the concern rides up behind those crystalised irises, understand when walls are closing down and brick and stone knocks comfort and company away. harry is aware perhaps due to self endurance and extreme knowledge. but then those ringed, comforting fingers home upon his shoulder, and harry, as common endurance would have it in such company, breathes relaxation. festivities surround in spirit and family, yet harry finds lacking knowledge of said fond memories. then, sirius had never been one to specifically tell tales of his childhood — or perhaps it was because harry had not questioned it enough. ready to argue, to defend that yes, he did need to worry, that he had every right to do so. biting his tongue is the final response. surely he wouldn’t get anywhere in arguing the point.
like an invisible tether tied to him, connection and understanding. shifting, he brushed the tips of his fingers momentarily against godfathers knuckles, offering a proper smile and a nod of the head. if one thing in life was certain, it was them. a furrowed glance then, contemplating what he’s been told. honesty was a virtue; a childhood without one, now slowly progressing into teens. lacking truth was seemingly becoming a thing of normality shrouding an already fate befalling existence; to hear those words plain and without hesitation, i’ll never lie to you, prompts understanding, appreciation. ❛❛ thanks, sirius, ❜❜ harry grinned, pure and without a lick of hesitation this time. pondering, ❛❛ how about that, then? ❜❜ he offered, shrugging shoulders to offer a tone of casual means if the answer was not one that wanted to breach. ❛❛ why don’t you tell me about this place? you said you had some good memories. if you’re willing to share, i am more than happy to listen. ❜❜
relaxation can be felt under digits, he knows the comfort of a reassuring hand, he knows the warmth of care in someone’s eyes, he knows the importance of someone that is there / supportive, loving, caring. he’s missed this as a kid, childhood has been deprived of tenderness, of warmth really. there were moments of course, small moments he had clung to like a kid would to his blanket. he remembers with fondness and pity the boy he used to be, inflating his little chest with the pride he thought he saw in his father’s eyes, closing lips tight as acidic words blossomed behind it. but he has been a rebellious rascal too, fingers pulling on tablecloths, little voice arguing with portraits until he was red in the face and all those questions he dared to ask, the ones that earned him a swift blow, the ones that earned him a hateful look. sirius has always known how it felt to grow up on foundations you built with your bare hands, when trust is a gift you never truly give, harry needs someone on his side, ❝ don’t thank me too fast. i can be brutally honest i’ve been told. ❞ grin is mischievous, shoulder bumping into godson’s.
there’s so much of james in harry, sometimes, his own heart skips a beat as he thinks his best friend back from the dead. but there is a lot of lily in that kid, her kindness, her empathy, her stubbornness too, harry is more than his mother’s eyes. he hears her in the way harry acts as if prying into old memories is not a big deal, giving his godfather a chance to say no, to escape. but a word is a word, it’s all he has left anyway / a man is as good as his word. silence hangs gently as he goes through memories, trying to catch the whisper of happy one, happiness has been smothered by azkaban, there’s not much left. ❝ well, my brother never liked astronomy. even before hogwarts, he hated it. but father insisted and so we had teachers come here. i do believe we’ve had at least fifty teacher in that one subject in less than three years. one time, regulus put one into a deep sleep for a year, ❞ and his grin widens, all nostalgia and happiness as he remembers the proud glint in his brother’s eyes as mother kept screaming at him. ❝ there was that one time i asked cissa to marry me because i didn’t want her to marry that blonde wanker, ❞ heart has always been in the right place he believes, he’s never been good at following it the right way. ❝ give me a good memory of yours now. ❞
𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 : the zodiac signs
bold what applies to your muse. italicize what applies sometimes. credit.
𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂. bonfires, competitiveness, hand veins, loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2AM, abandoned beaches, stray dogs, candle lights, body language, creaking floorboards, ouija boards, having no regrets, karaoke nights out.
𝚃𝙰𝚄𝚁𝚄𝚂. house plants, oversized sweaters, soft hands, fuzzy socks, visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the colour yellow, vanilla scented candles, aloe vera, fruit smoothies, baking cookies, the mom friend, loves the ukulele.
𝙶𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸. femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted, does things out of spite, do no harm but take no shit, in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it, easily excited, ripped jeans.
𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁. mermaids, easily infatuated by love, smelling flowers, picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past, impressed easily, daydreaming in class, plucking fresh fruit, loves fashion, would die for their friends.
𝙻𝙴𝙾. confident in what they do, kill them with kindness, high ponytails, not afraid to tell the truth, in love with cute animals, the one to lift others up, good at teamwork, the warm feeling of summer, dragons.
𝚅𝙸𝚁𝙶𝙾. pastel markers, the smell of lavender, has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organised, scrunchies, neat notes, loves going to museums, probably into photography, neutral colors, handwritten letters, stardust.
𝙻𝙸𝙱𝚁𝙰. soft blankets, cuddling the ones you love, always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic, can be very distant, can be a little dramatic, pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media, optimistic, humorous.
𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙿𝙸𝙾. cottages in the woods, in love with Greek Mythology, vintage t-shirts, really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know, determined, moonlight, pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days, doesn’t judge people, cats.
𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚄𝚂. always ready for an adventure, street smart, wants to travel the world someday, doesn’t easily trust people, alcohol, paintbrushes, can’t sit still, untied shoelaces, tangled up earphones, blasting music at midnight, eye-gazing.
𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙽. cold aura, coffee is what keeps them going, probably hasn’t slept in two days, actually a big softie, high-waisted jeans, cute pet videos, small apartments, has too many notebooks, often goes to the library, writing essays.
𝙰𝚀𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚄𝚂. loves to paint and do any kind of art, wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts, shares food, messy notes, bullshits an entire essay, graffiti, has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to.
𝙿𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝚂. old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans, loves to sing, feels at home by the ocean, writes poetry, hard-workers, always up for deep conversations, probably did the stupid thing, open curtains, a soft breeze.
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tagging @greetsdeath, @proditeur, @grawpish @graengrass && @ghostbloomed
you are allowed to cry for the childhood you lost, for the years that are filled with trauma instead of the innocent naivety childhood is supposed to hold. you are allowed to grieve the person you could have been. you are allowed to process your trauma however feels right, don’t let others govern how you are ‘supposed’ to deal with trauma.
brother ;; proditeur
“Trust isn’t something that comes easily for me.” And it comes without Sirius’ saying so; Regulus isn’t even entirely sure that he trusts his brother but it has less to do with Sirius being an untrustworthy person and more to do with this understanding that their methods and motivations have never matched. Who knows what Sirius will do.
Regulus does know, however, that he never has and never will sympathize with the cause he’s fighting against.
“… That’s always been my experience, yes.” Though it ignites a heavy flame in his chest that he bites down. Oh? Now you admit it? After so many years of quarreling, that your side really is no better? That prejudice is not exclusive to me and my friends? He wants to say it. He almost does. But Regulus has learned more than one lesson in the last few months and he’s always seen the value in holding his tongue, however much his brother has always coaxed him into acting outside of himself. “But, then, deeply-rooted hypocrisy has always been rampant in this society. Hasn’t it.”
his brother has always been smart, quieter than sirius could ever be but smarter, his brother thinks before he speaks, a quality sirius sadly lacks. but every weakness his father pointed out had been worn like a badge of honor, he is but the product of their education or rather, the product of their shortcomings. ❝ good, ❞ and he won’t lie to his brother, he’s never been fond of it anyway but they are on the same sides now / there’s not even a point in lying. fists are pushed deep in the pit of his pockets, trying to hide away the anger that comes out of him in waves but his brother knows him enough to hear it, to spot it. ❝ they’re probably thinking of killing me or arresting me. james keeps telling i’m imagining things but i know better, i know how it feels to enter a room and know everybody is whispering about you. ❞ fuck them, he’s on the right side here, he knows the warmth of his heart, he knows the values of his soul && he’s past letting people push him around with their opinions and thoughts. ❝ yes it has, most people are hypocrites. but that won’t make me one, i know myself better than that. ❞ cold rage underlines his every word, prideful young man that he is, slander to his name is difficult to stomach.
@ghostbloomed asked ; ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ / abe
a snicker falls from lips, eyes rolling as tattooed hands nurse a drink. the old bar is a new favorite of his, not by choice though, only a member of the order would accept him in / he has a murderer reputation to keep. ❝ telling your brother to go scheme elsewhere is a pleasure. ❞ betrayal is a sour taste upon his tongue that doesn’t go away && albus’ is one he keeps chocking on.
wanker ;; drcomalfy
❛ Who I am and who I wanna be cannot connect; why? ❜
❝ why do you torture me asking all those questions ? do i look like someone who has anything figure it out ? ❞
❛❛ 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗦 𝗔𝗡 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗.
#greetsdeath —— harry potter of the harry potter franchise. highly selective and mutuals only. minors please do not interact. crossover and original character friendly. by chris, twenty, she / her. medium to low activity. canon divergences featured. extremely anti jkr. only positivity welcomed here!
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you hate me? wow u think ur hot shit and original huh well i hated me first so u can go grab a number and wait ur turn
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too bright ;; lockhcrts
EYEBROW RISES IN QUESTION ; well aware that he is not staring at a man , but more so at a riddle which takes shape in the curve of shoulders bearing the weight of the world . there is a telltale shape which ones lips take when one is used to keeping composure . forget-me-not-blue eyes spark alive . not one to turn away from a challenge , even when his opponent in the game has not yet realized that they are playing . ❝ romance novels ? ❞ the tone of his voice betrays his distaste for the word - the mere implication that his work could be classified in but one genre , the audacity of such an assumption !
❝ they are actually labeled as non-fiction adventure novels with a light romantic undertone , if one was even able to label works of art like that . thank you very much ! ❞ a laugh like bells / quick shake of his head , not completely thrown off his groove as one would say . ❝ well then , sirius , i am terribly afraid to inform you that no one can hold a patent on something like a name and besides , if you have no time to read my works , you wouldn’t ever be confronted with it , would you now ? ❞
shock registers on features he doesn’t really see, grey hues are inhabited by ghosts, unable to truly see his surroundings, too haunted by horrors to remember how it is to exchange pleasantries with strangers. he doesn’t know how to make feet walk in those shoes, how to relax when he’s out in the open, sirius is a man marked by the horrors he willingly went looking for / like the ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ he is. aristocratic mouth purses in slight annoyance as grey as a storm hues evade too bright blue ones, the man’s brightness is felt like an insult, how dare happiness exist in a world so dark, so unfair ?
throat is cleared, eyes rolling in a brash manner he’s never wished to tame, no matter how rude it makes him look && thus, he places a cigarette between his lips / it’s like he doesn’t know how to breathe if air is pure. ❝ i don’t really give a shit, pal, write what you feel like writing. ❞ tired hand passes through dark locks, effortlessly handsome in the summer light, he had been an arrogant, cheeky kid, he had grown up into a sarcastic, rugged man. ❝ how many people do you think are named sirius, genius ? ❞ it’s muttered though pride can still be heard, his name is a reason that feeds his hubris, the glory of his name sometimes still shines bright / and his fingers play distractedly with the family ring upon his index.
traitor ;; bluemoontm
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 properly talk, not yet. For very different reasons, but they both had to keep a low profile: Remus for having been dismissed in his role as the DADA teacher at Hogwarts ( due to his little lycanthropy problem ); Sirius for… Well, innocent or not, he was still a WANTED man. Innocent. Sirius was innocent, & Remus felt stupid, to say the least. He fell for what everybody else believed was true, well - placed fake evidences of the coward they all thought was a victim, when in truth was his master’s pawn in Voldemort’s game – & a DECISIVE ONE too. While Black had only been framed. Since the events at the Shrieking Shack, the former professor wanted to reach out, finally resolving everything that had been left unsaid & misunderstood in the past twelve years. But Dumbledore didn’t advise so, told him that he had to WAIT. Until that day.
A cave near Hogsmeade, the Headmaster told him in very secret. Latest of Sirius’ hideaway & where they were going to meet ( properly ) for the first time after over a decade. & Remus was nervous, most likely because of the guilt still overwhelming him. He didn’t do anything to help me for such a long time, believed he was a monster & not his FRIEND, fellow Marauder, one of the few people he trusted & who did all that they could to not have him feel left out despite his condition. When he made his way inside the cold, damp place, Remus didn’t know how to commence, nor he truly thought about it. He wanted to be friendly, comforting… ❛ —- We really should find you a BETTER PLACE. ❜
prostrate. that’s the word he would use to describe himself, to describe the lack of energy he suffers from. azkaban broke him, he’s too proud to admit it to himself too often but right this second, right this second he can : ᴀᴢᴋᴀʙᴀɴ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ. it stole everything from him / happiness, youth, memories, spirit, energy, his soul. for he used to be so full of energy, always buzzing with it, fingers playing with wand, foot tapping against the floor, winks at the ready, stillness has never been used to describe him. but here he is, still, prostrate, folded on himself as if he could hide himself from the dementors ( but they’re gone, they’re gone sirius except the monsters are beneath his skin, haunting his skull ).
empty hues shot up as he hears approaching footsteps, remembering the day, remembering the reason for the anxiety that has seized him for hours. remus, fucking lupin is showing up to talk. ah ! and anger burns bright, betrayal still fresh, he can still feel the knife his friend left in his back. born and raised to be emotionless, to be in control, that’s why remus stumbles upon snarky, bright eyed sirius black / still, he’s the ghost of the boy on fire he used to be, a shooting star. eyebrow arches at the comment, chuckle falling from his lips but it’s dark, twisted, a ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ light in grey hues, ❝ still better than the last one you let me rot in, believe me. ❞ he’s never been one to walk on eggshells, he’s always prided himself on his honesty, he won’t start with white lies to please someone who wanted him dead. jail has made him mercurial, moods difficult to control but he won’t apologize for the damages the world did to him / only harry, only harry matters.