Étiquette : sirius black

hilarious AU idea:

Sirius does not go to Azkaban and instead choose to follow Dumbledore to ask him to be the one to raise Harry.

But since he really does need his mother’s blood protection, they have to seek the only solution left : Sirius and Remus move in with Harry and the Dursleys so he can get both a proper family and the magic link.

The entire Harry Potter Saga is then replaced by an hilarious “unlikely roommates” type sitcom.

jk-destroyed-our-best-gay-ships:

honestly? sirius black managed to get himself together enough to escape a hell he’d been living in for years, so he could be with his loved ones, not once but twice in his life and that’s so inspiring for my depressed self

[please dont add any angst to this, it’s a mental health positivity post]

i’ll explain some more bc i ranted in the tags but it was highly incoherant and apparently did not show up on mobile

when i read poa for the first time, i (and im sure im not the only one) expected the explaination of how sirius got out of azkaban to be the most badass and complex thing in the world. i expected a fight against 50 dementors at once, 43 accomplices involved, some dark magic, years of works on the plan

and then we found out he had just… slipped through the bars. that’s it. that’s the grand escape.

and what i like about it is that he didn’t do it bc he suddenly received a new tool he didn’t have before (like a wand) or finally found a way to make his plan work, he just found the motivation to do it

and then he got out using something he had within him all along

that’s something i relate to a lot recently : i’ve been through a lot with my depression for a long time. i’ve had the tools i needed for a while now : i go to therapy, i have a support system… but, for a lot of complicated reasons, i lacked the actual motivation to do it. it’s only recently that i’ve started ( and i say started bc i have no doubt it’s more complicated than a sudden enlightenment) understanding that while im locked in my own azkaban, i cant do anything. i cant rescue harry. i cant help the order. i cant find remus again. and so i have to get out.

jk rowling stated that dementors represent depression and i only now begin to realize how accurate that is

so thank you sirius black. you’re an inspiration to us all

Angsty wolfstar with 8, 11, 29? Only if you want to, of coyrse

8 – “You hide in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are”

29 – “You can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me.”

(i already did 11, so i decided not to include it? sorry, i just had more inspiration with combining the other two. also apparently im really going with that whole new writing style, huh. nice)

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Masks. They were all there ever were to see. Remus Lupin was a man of secrets, and every single one of them piled up until the blur that was his truth lied invisible to everyone, even Remus himself.

“You hide in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are.” Sirius’ voice felt soft and secure, but Remus knew the words meant threat. No one could see what was in between those masks, those thousands of lies that protected him.

“You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.” The softness, again. Remus’ firm faith in his parents’ advice to never let others know faltered. Sirius’ voice was intoxicating, like a poison running through the cracks in his shield of acting and lying and pretending.

After all, he didn’t even know who was this “him” he wanted to protect.

22. “How long do we have?” because I can see this going in so many different directions and I’m curious to see which direction you take it.

(thank you! this isnt my usual style, but im actually quite fond of it)

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Sirius gently pressed Remus’ hand. “How long do we have?”

“He’ll be back in half an hour.” Remus’ voice was determined and firm. “And he’ll probably be in a bad mood, so let’s make the most of it.”

Sirius nodded, and quickly wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist. He brought their lips together, and soon their kiss became more heated. They moved to the bedroom, knowing full well they would have to rush every caress, every word and sound, every gesture of love, for their love lived on borrowed time, and being caught would result in death.

They were aware that the oh-so-short timeframes which restricted their growing, blossoming love would soon left them feeling claustrophobic, but despair can lead a man to the less wise decisions. For now, their passion would take over the oppresive weight of their daily life, and every touch would break them free.

For the prompts :wolfstar and « please don’t leave me » <3

(thank you! this was fun to write even if i dont usually write or read ootp era)

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Sirius clenched his fist tighter around the bottle in his hand. Tears were gathering in his eyes. He wasn’t certain if he should scream or sob.

“Please don’t leave me…” His voice was trembling, either with fury or tears. He wished for fury.

Remus averted his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my love, I hate this as much as you do, but I have no choice, Dumbledore needs me to talk to the packs and…”

The name felt like a sudden trigger, unleashing all of his rage.

“Screw Dumbledore!” he yelled. “We don’t own him shit. He’s the one who locked me away in that god awful house that I hate, he’s the one who sent Harry away, he’s the one who forced you to go back with Greyback even after everything he did to you!” A sob escaped, but once again his anger overtook and he yelled again. “And yet you’re still following him around, obeying him like you’re his good pet werewolf! You abandon me every fucking time he asks you to, because you’re a fucking traitor, Remus!”

He was immediately silenced by the weight of the word that he had dared to use. Remus turned his back on him and walked to the door.

“You’re drunk, Sirius. I’ll be back in three days if nothing goes wrong. No owls.” And with that, he went away.