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kiwi2229 · 8 months

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Reaching for

(Sirius Black / Remus Lupin | 896 words)

CW: Sirius' trauma from Azkaban

Sirius is wearing Remus’ jumper and trousers. Remus had to lend them to him since he doesn’t own anything anymore. Not even clothes. Not after Azkaban. He is sitting on the floor his back pressed against the sofa. Remus is right next to him. Both of them are breathing heavily as the silence stretches between them. They’ve been arguing for days since Sirius showed up at Remus’ flat. The arguments were vicious. Anger and pain are powering every word, every raised voice.

When the rage subsides, Sirius is left empty. He is tired of fighting. Fighting to escape Azkaban, to live on a street for almost a year, to look for his former friend. He doesn’t want to fight anymore. He just wants to sleep. He is so tired. Everything in him screams to give up. But one look at his friend, the love of his life, keeps him going. He will fight for Remus. To have him in his life again. It’s worth it. He is worth it.

Remus looks at him and sights. He gets up silently urging Sirius to do the same. He has no idea what is happening. Usually, their fights end up with one of them storming out. But today it was different and Remus waited for him. “I’m tired Sirius. I don’t want to fight, we’ve both given up so much already, been through too much. You just got back after twelve years. And I don’t want to fight. I just want to be with you.”

They both know that this is not how it works. But it’s what they both want and maybe that’s enough. “Me too, Moons.”

Remus gives him a tired smile. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” He stretches his arm out offering his hand to Sirius to take it. It’s the first time Remus suggested they will share a bed. Until now Sirius was sleeping on the sofa alone.

He stares at the hand. Aching to take it but terrified at the same time. No one touched him in thirteen years. Not without the intention of hurting him. Not, accept the embrace with Remus in the shrieking shack a year ago. But that’s tainted by Peter being there. Everything happened so fast that Sirius doesn’t even remember the embrace. Not fully, not how it felt to be held by someone.

Since the Halloween of 1981, every touch was meant to punish him. And Remus is standing here with sincerity in his eyes waiting for Sirius to do the simple thing and take his hand. But what if Sirius is so broken that even this touch will hurt? It would destroy him.

“Pads?” Remus asks confused taking a step closer. Sirius hates he instinctively takes a step back. “What’s wrong?”

Sirius bites his lower lip keeping it from trembling. “You don’t want to sleep in the bed with me? I’m sorry, I just thought… never mind.” Remus says quietly.

“I want to,” Sirius whispers his voice on the verge of breaking.

“So, what is it?”

Sirius wraps his arms around himself, one hooking over his elbow and the other on his side. Holding himself together. Protecting the only thing he has left, his body. Destroyed and broken, but still his. He is swiping his thumb over his skin in an attempt to soothe himself. It never really worked, but it was his only option. Remus is observing him. “Sirius?”

“No one touched me in thirteen years without hurting me,” Sirius admits embarrassed. He thinks how pathetic it sounds.

“I won’t hurt you,” Remus says, and Sirius can hear the hurt in his voice. He tries to smile at Sirius, but even Remus can’t hide the sadness. He holds out his hand once again and waits. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

It takes Sirius a long time to get his breathing under control. As he takes a step closer, his whole body is screaming at him. When he reaches for Remus, all he can hear in his mind is run. He pushes through. His fingers are hovering only inches above the palm of Remus’ hand. He can feel the heat coming from the other man. He holds his breath and lets his hand fall onto Remus’ who immediately closes his fingers around it.

Sirius was right. It hurts. It hurts so much he thinks he will die. His breath is caught in his throat turning into hot steam. It’s different from the pain he is used to. That one came from outside. This one is tearing him from the inside. It’s his broken soul crying. He forgot. He forgot how gentle touch feels.

His legs stopped working, and he is falling, his vision blurry. He feels a strong arm catch him right before he hits the floor. He knows it’s Remus. He flinches anyway.

“Sirius, Pads. I got you, okay? I won’t hurt you.” Remus keeps chanting. He holds Sirius close. His body is shaking. Every time Remus touches a new part of his body, he flinches. Remus tries to put some distance between them in worry he is making it worse for Sirius this way.

Sirius clings to him. “No, please don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” Remus reassures him, holding him close. Holding him together. For the first time in thirteen years, Sirius breaks down, and there is someone else to help put back the pieces.

#I thought about this HC today #Now I'm devastated #This is one of the saddest things I've ever wrote #We have Wolfstar for a change #i cried while writing this #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius black x remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #post azkaban sirius #Post azkaban Wolfstar #marauders #marauders era #Kiwi2229 writes microfics

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writer-of-sorts · 1 year

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written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: justice

Sirius chews on his lip, fingers fiddling with the white cloth covering the canvas.

“I haven’t painted since Azkaban,” Sirius begins nervously, “So I-I know it’s not my best work, but I really wanted to show this to you. It’s okay if you don’t like it. I’m not expecting—”

“—Sirius,” Remus interjects sharply.

Sirius’s wide-eyed gaze snaps to him. Seeing the panic in his expression, Remus’ eyes soften.

“It’s alright,” Remus murmurs warmly, “I want to see it. Please show it to me.”

Sirius swallows and nods. With trembling hands, he pulls the cover off.

And there, staring back at Remus in artful strokes of earthy colours, is a portrait of himself.

Though, the Remus in the portrait is a lot more handsome in his opinion. Portrait-Remus was all sandy curls and twinkling eyes, flashing an eye-crinkling smile. Even his scars seem to glisten silver, like moonlight.

Is this how Sirius sees me?

“Do-do you like it?” Sirius asks tentatively, voice almost quivering.

Remus doesn’t reply, stunned into silence by the beauty and significance of Sirius’ painting.

“I know no painting can ever do justice to you. But I tried, Remus. I tried. It’s okay if you don’t—”

“—I love it.”

Remus finally tears his gaze away from the painting. His eyes meet Sirius’, and something between his ribcage melts.

“I love you.”

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #remus x sirius #Sirius x Remus #sirius and remus #remus and sirius #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #post azkaban wolfstar #remus loves sirius #sirius loves remus #artist sirius

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r0seart · 9 months

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Today marks two years of me being in the Harry Potter fandom. I’ve decided to redraw my first ever wolfstar piece (not on this account but in general).

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanart #post azkaban sirius #comic #my art #anti jkr #kisses #look at them #wolfstar art #harry potter fandom #harry potter #harry potter ships #harry potter fanart #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #hp fanart #post Azkaban wolfstar #wolfstar kiss

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lynxindisguise · 1 year

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Wolf-shaped remus + human-shaped sirius owns my soul

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#remus protested strongly at first #but he loves it #and deserves all the cuddles #wolfsbane #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fanart #moony #post azkaban wolfstar #remus x sirius #hp art #marauders art

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toxicmoondust · 1 year

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What if Sirius wasnt able to see the moon in azkaban. What if he only every saw the constellation Orion.

Imagine:

Sirius kept all his memories of Remus buried deep down in fear of the Dementors taking them away. Bellatrix would sneer at him through the walls.

“Maybe you are Daddy’s son after all!”

“Daddy’s favorite little heir”

Sirius would look outside the first few months, hoping for the smallest glimpse of the moon. To remind him he was good. Instead he saw his father. Smiling at him,

“I knew you werent a discrace to the Noblest House of Black.”

“Im proud of you son.”

Soon, without the moon to remind him who he was, he began to belive his father. Bellatrix would laugh, and sneer. His father would praise him. His moon left him.

Sirius truly believed he was guilty, and didnt deserve his moon. His memories of the way the moon laughed and listened to movies. He stopped hiding them and rather pushed them to the forefront of his mind. The dementors took them. Drained his precious moon away.

What if after 12 years, Sirius forgot Remus. What if after 12 years, Remus found his little star became a supernova.

#tw abuse #tw paranoia #tw child abuse #sirius black is a supernova #post azkaban wolfstar #post azkaban sirius #post azkaban #marauders #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #remus lupin #dead wizards from the 70s #remus loves sirius #sirius black #wolfstar #sirius deserved better #sirius kinnie #little star

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shipsgaysfordays · 1 year

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so, i’ve had the idea for an absolutely heart wrenching story, slightly based on [SPOILERS] both the end of spiderman no way home and based a bit on the fate of donna noble in doctor who, and honestly a little bit based on mary macdonald’s fate as well

this sort of works for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt forget from a few days ago

it’s hurt and kinda left off with no resolution

cw: talks of forced memory loss, general mental health issues

sirius gets out of azkaban and is just a broken person. is barely able to function anymore because of the amount of time they’ve been tortured and meant to believe that they did a crime that they never did. and remus sees this pain and sense of brokenness in sirius, and remus used to know how to help and how to heal the bits that he could heal, but he doesn’t know what to do anymore.

and one day it’s all so much. sirius is having a major breakdown, and is feeling this overwhelming feeling of rage, screaming and screaming at everything around them. the walls. the tv. the couch. and at remus. yells all through the apartment, silencing spells over and over on the door so their neighbors don’t hear them. for hours on end, switching into being padfoot for a period of time and howling and scratching, until zey’re human voice is healed and can get back to the screams.

and remus doesn’t know what to do, and remus thinks of mary for a moment. how much happier she seemed to not have him in her life anymore, and so remus asks, “would you rather just forget me? forget all of this?”

and that gets zer to stop, staring at zis former lover, “what--what are you talking about? remus, no, no, just because i’m--no moony.”

“but you would be so much happier, can you honestly say that you ever feel happy anymore?”

“happiness isn’t everything.”

“but it’s something, and i can’t leave you like this and i don’t want to leave you, but i don’t know how to help anymore. i just don’t.”

“remus...i couldn’t forget.....i can’t, please moony,” as remus steps closer and closer to them, sirius backs away more and more. “YOU CAN’T TAKE AWAY ALL THAT’S LEFT OF ME!”

“but think of mary, she’s--she’s doing so much better.”

“she’s ignorant to the majority of her life,” the vile in zer words attack remus far more than the screams were ever able to, yet still remus continues.

“but she’s in an ignorant bliss.”

there is a moment of quiet, remus wonders if sirius may be coming around to the idea until:

“would you have done this to yourself...if i didn’t come back, would you have?”

“i don’t know,” remus shrugs.

“then why are you doing it to me?”

“because you deserve to have joy again.”

“and you don’t?”

“i don’t know.”

tears begin to drop from sirius’ eyes, “i will never forgive you for this, any last bit of me that remains, it will hate you.”

“you already do, leaving this idea here won’t change that.”

“yes, but if we just leave this idea here then maybe i can love you again.”

“i can’t take that chance, you deserve to have something.”

“why can’t that something be you? why can’t it be this? why is the best option ‘putting me out of my misery’ and erasing my memory?”

“i don’t know how.”

sirius sighs, “just listen to me, just be here, please. don’t erase all that’s left.”

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1dtohogwarts · 11 months

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I'm planning on writing a hp fanfic. And I'm confused with two options. Should I let Sirius suffer in Azkaban for 12 years as in canon or change it to a quick escape in two to five years?

#sirius black #my thougts #harry potter #post azkaban wolfstar #prisoner of azkaban #james sirius potter #lily evans #lily potter #james potter #marauders

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alltoounwellll · 2 months

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after azkaban sirius notices the new scars. some fresher than others. winding themselves around remus’ body like jagged wire.

“show me your scars” he says one morning. their legs tangled together beneath linen sheets.

“why?” remus asks, shying away.

“because I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

#oops made myself cry #inspired by a poem I remember seeing one time #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #marauders era #post azkaban sirius #azkaban #old dogs #lie low at lupin's #alltoounwellll writes (sometimes)

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atydblack · 11 months

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"demure"

best friends dad! james potter x reader

masterlist

requests are open!

MDNI

word count: 1.2k

warnings: age gap, smut, cheating, ovb everyone is of age!

i know this is starting off a bit similar to my show you series for sirius but its gonna go in a diff direction in the next parts <3

i cant stop thinking about dilf james potter

You were struggling to sleep as your boyfriend, Ron, lay unconscious next to you snoring loudly. You had been staying at the Potters for the past few days as it was summer break and everyone seemed to circle between there and the Burrow for the past few weeks.

You'd expect Ron to be filled with glee at the fact you can share a bed at the Potters, where as at his family home they are made to sleep in separate beds. However, it seemed he couldn't be less bothered.

Desperation began to overtake you as despite your best efforts, he barely wanted to sleep with you. Of course you did, occasionally, but even then it didn't satisfy you.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you crawled out of bed to grab a glass of water as it didn't seem like you were sleeping anytime soon. Standing to your feet, you caught yourself in the mirror. A short black lacy night dress clung to your hips causing you to cringe at yourself. An attempt to spice things up with Ron only to go unnoticed as he simply poked fun at your pyjama choice.

You quietly made your way to the bathroom to grab some water, not too worried about your choice in clothes as you doubted anyone would be up at this hour.

The only noise in the hallway was your bare-feet padding down the stairs. Once you reached the dim-lit kitchen, you realised you were not alone.

James Potter was resting against the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in has hand, wearing only a white vest and his boxer shorts.

"Y/N." He smirked, it seemed like this wasn't his first drink.

"Mr Potter," You stumbled. "I was just grabbing a glass of water."

"Can't sleep?" He chuckled. "You don't want a real drink?"

Before letting you answer, he grabbed another glass from the cupboard and poured a hefty amount of red wine into it.

"Plus, it's James." He added, passing you the glass. As he did so, you felt his eyes wander down your body causing your cheeks to grow red.

"Thank you, James."

"Sit with me." He strolled over to the lounge, placing himself down on the sofa.

You wandered over towards him, sitting down on the sofa but as far away as possible. You had never been alone with him before.

"So what's got you up at this hour?"

"I- um, I'm not sure." You mumbled. You were unsure why you were so nervous, you had known James since you and Harry became friends, but you could feel like eyes on your body.

"Ron not help you get to sleep?"

You were speechless - he was clearly intoxicated but every word he spoke shocked you more and more.

"Oh come on." He took out a box of cigarettes and lit one. You knew he smoked but had witnessed how angry Lily gets when he lights one inside. "Pretty girl like you, surely he can't keep his hands off of you."

"Not quite." You chuckled, taking a big sip.

"What do you mean?" He pushed, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"I- You know what I mean." The wine was making you feel more relaxed.

"He doesn't satisfy you?"

There was a pause as you struggled with how to reply, this was such a strange situation and you didn't want to tell him everything that you had never even spoken about to your closest friends.

"Of course he does." You responded, but it came out a bit too defensive.

James laughed as your cheeks grew red again.

You didn't want anyone to know about your sex life - it was embarrassing. But now you'd somehow given it away to your best friends dad.

"You don't sound too convincing, darling." James smirked. "Has he made you cum?"

You looked at him, confused. Made you cum? Of course you'd made him cum time and time again but you didn't think it was possible the other way round.

"He hasn't?" James raised his eyebrows. "Fuck, he's wasting you."

"What do you mean?" You almost groaned, this whole conversation was both confusing and frustrating.

"I mean look at you." He put out his cigarette and took a big swig from his glass. "Such a sexy little princess and he can't even make you cum."

Heat grew between your legs as you locked eyes. You had never seen this side of James before, and although guilt was desperately trying to come to the forefront of your emotions, you pushed at back.

"Come here." He spread his legs and patted in between them.

You obliged, moving shakily towards him.

As you sat down in his lap, back facing his chest, goosebumps covered your skin as you made contact with him.

"Want me to show you how it's supposed to be, pretty girl?"

You nodded.

"Use your words."

"Yes, James." You almost choked.

He placed a soft kiss on the back of your neck causing you to stifle a soft moan.

James' hand travelled down to your thigh, using his thumb to brush circled edging closer and closer to you.

You wanted to scream, you had never felt this intense neediness before and you could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter.

"Tell me what you want." He whispered in your ear.

"You." You let out desperately.

"Tell me."

"I want you to make me cum." You moaned out.

At your demand, his fingers moved towards your lace panties, rubbing circles through them.

"Fuck, princess, you're already wet for me?"

You couldn't let out anything other than a moan. He continued to rub circles, his pace growing quicker and quicker. You were already close to your high and he hadn't even removed your underwear yet.

The combination of his wet kisses on your neck and his big hands circling your clit caused you to reach your high, legs shaking at the sheer ecstacy.

"You came already, baby?" James chuckled. "I haven't even started yet."

Before you had the chance to catch your breath, he ripped your underwear off of you and pushed a finger inside you.

You couldn't stop moaning, he were worried at the amount of noise you were making but that thought quickly passed once James gripped your throat, restricted both noise and your breathing.

Somehow this turned you on even more, worried you would cum for a second time in only a few minutes.

He pushed two more fingers inside you, fucking you with force at an unnatural pace.

"Your pussy is so tight, sweet girl." He groaned. "I wanna feel you cum around my fingers this time"

You couldn't believe how good he made you feel, giving you just the right amount of pleasure and pain as he continued to choke you.

Your head flew back, resting on his chest as you reached your high for a second time. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as you continued to moan.

Once you'd finished your climax, he pulled his fingers from you and brought them up to his mouth, sucking your cum from them.

Your brain was still hazy and you wanted him more than anything you'd ever wanted in your life.

Sliding off of him onto the floor in front, you turned to him. You tried to pull down his boxers but he gently grabbed your wrists.

"As much as I'd like to fuck you until we both can't walk, Y/N." James chuckled. "I fear we might wake my wife."

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part two

there will be many parts to this !!! aiming to do part two tomorrow

let me know if you liked it and remember my requests are open :)

#james potter x reader #james potter smut #james potter #mauraders smut #marauders x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader #marauders #sirius black smut #wolfstar #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #sirius black x reader smut #sirius x reader #post azkaban sirius

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atyd1960 · 1 year

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This love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead, these hands had to let it go free- but this love came back to me. So post Azkaban Wolfstar coded.

#harry potter #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #james potter #peter pettigrew #fuck jkr #the prisoner of azkaban #post azkaban sirius #post Azkaban wolfstar #azkaban

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lulublack90 · 30 days

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Prompt 29 - Memory Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic March 29, word count 337

Sirius sat on the bathroom floor, raking his claw-like hands through his hair, trying in vain to recall his lost memories. The dementors had stolen so much. But Remus had said there was a possibility that the memories could be recovered the longer he was away from the foul creatures. He wasn’t so sure.

He’d been taking the memory potions every morning when Remus handed them to him after breakfast and shut himself in the bathroom to help him concentrate on the fuzzy images the potion helped retrieve.

“Gahhh!” He yelled as he yanked his hair, pulling chunks of his grey-streaked hair out. The door opened, and Remus was holding him.

“Shhhh, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Remus soothed, stroking his hands down Sirius’s thin back.

“What if I never remember?” He looked up sadly at the man he barely remembered. He knew they were more than the friends his broken memory showed him, but he just couldn’t get a grasp on the lost memories. Remus was being so kind and gentle with him, and he just kept letting him down.

“Then we make new memories,” He said, smiling calmly at Sirius. Sirius hadn’t been completely happy with Remus’s answer, but he kept quiet and didn’t argue.

Every morning, he took the potion and every morning, nothing happened. His memory was still patchy and dark.

Then, one night, he had a dream. He dreamt of red bed hangings and whispered words as a warm body pressed against his naked skin.

In the morning, he met Remus in the kitchen and kissed his cheek as though it was the most normal thing in the world. As he reached around him to grab his cup of coffee.

“Why are you staring at me?” He asked as he sat down at the kitchen table.

“You kissed me,” Remus told him.

“I—I—I…” He stammered. Remus held out the vial of Memory Potion, and Sirius automatically drank it.

Bright, vivid memories long lost to him suddenly flooded his mind. He had to close his eyes as they flashed past so quickly.

When he opened his eyes again, Remus was watching him carefully. He smiled up at the man he now knew better than he knew himself. “Hi, darling. Did you miss me?”

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #wolfstar angst #wolfstar fluff #sirius black #remus lupin #dead gay wizards #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #sirius and remus #remus and sirius #post azkaban sirius #memory potion

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writer-of-sorts · 2 years

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written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: lightyears

They’d been living together for nearly a week now, and Remus still couldn’t bear looking at him.

His eyes were just a little too wide. His face was just a little too pale. His bones were just a little too jutted.

He looked nothing like the man Remus remembered. The man who had laughed through the hallways of Hogwarts castle with him, eyes like starshine and a grin like liquor.

No, that Sirius was lightyears away.

But as Remus watched him pore over a copy of the Daily Prophet, pacing around the room and murmuring to himself before accidentally dropping it and promptly transforming into Padfoot at the sudden thud — he thought maybe there was hope left after all.

#post azkaban sirius #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fandom #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #remus loves sirius #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius black #sirius loves remus #sirius x remus #post azkaban wolfstar

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r0seart · 10 months

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“No one’s gonna hurt you as long as I’m here”

Here, have some hurt/comfort. This is a redraw of a VERY old wolfstar piece. I’m not too proud of the shading but you win some you lose some.

If people are wondering about Sirius’s foot, I have a headcanon that he sustained severe frostbite in Azkaban and eventually, while on the run, it got frustrating and painful to walk on so he cut it off with the knife he had. If you see any pieces of mine that shows Sirius post Azkaban he has a prosthetic foot. I know I answered that in one image but I know to other’s the bloody foot will be jarring.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanart #wolfstar art #anti jkr #hurt/comfort #tw blood #post azkaban sirius #the prisoner of azkaban #wolfstar kiss #wolfstar angst #post Azkaban wolfstar #my art

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cherry-pop-elf · 21 days

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Honey, I’m Home-!

Sirius Black x Mom! Reader

Ever since Sirius was sent to Azkaban, you were the one in charge of raising Harry. Doing your best, and lucky to have Remus to help. Because of that, a certain Rat wasn’t able to avoid any of your gazes. When Harry’s third year came to a end, you were given quite a surprise at the train station

Warnings 18+, P in V, Female Reader, high emotions, hurt comfort, fluffy and heated sex, getting back together, implied breeding kink, taking care of your man with baths food and you, sir this bed is about to be destroyed with how hard he’s going to rail you. Also, implied Wolfstar/ Remus x You/Poly situation deal up in here hehehehe

“Harry-!” You called, with a smile. Always there to pick him up from the station, every single time. As a good parent would. Ever since you found out he had such a risk to end up at the Dursleys, like hell you would let that happen. Made you pamper him a bit, given your good friends lost their lives for him. But like hell he didn’t deserve it.

“Shhh shh-!” Harry was soon hushing his friends, leaving you confused. Hermione and Ron quick to hush up, while Remus would set the last of the bags off the train. Wanting to help out, since there were so many Weasleys to worry about. The way he smiled, you were even more curious. You couldn’t recall the last time he looked so relieved. Was there a change in laws that permitted him to work at Hogwarts?

“Children, settle down. Settle down. Go on and show her the surprise.” He teases them, as he would help Molly with the rest of the Weasleys. He threw you a wink, which had you very confused. Not what did that Marauder have in mind this time?

“Mum…..Can we get a dog?” Harry asked you, as the trio stood next to each other. With cuts and bruises all over, but smiling. Even Ron seemed chipper, despite the fact he was in crutch. The hell did those three get into this time?

“A dog-? Harry….You know why we can’t get a dog.” You sighed, not wanting to have this discussion again. With out Sirius, you just couldn’t. Any dog was to painful of a reminder. Oh how you miss your padfoot. What you would give to see him again.

“Mum, please? He’s got no where else to go. Just look at him-“ Harry pleaded, as the trio stepped aside. The dog now exposed to you. Was so painfully skinny, yet also so furry at the same time. Matted fur, and just looking like a grim. He looked so much like Sirius, but so dead as well. Your heart just couldn’t say no this time.

The defeated sigh had them cheer, as Remus returned. Still giving you this coy smile, that had you furrow your brows. You felt like you were missing something, but you didn’t know what. You just knew that it was time to take everyone home.

With Harry hugging his friends goodbye, while this new dog stuck close to your legs, Remus would catch up quickly with Molly. Explaining something. You swore it was about Scabbers, but the new playmate was keeping your attention. Suddenly jumping on you, and licking your face.

“ACK-! HEEL HEEL-!” You called, as the dog was just to strong. How was something so fragile so durable? Reminded you of Sirius. How even in his dog form he was able to tackle people down. Was just making your heart hurt more, which in a morbid sense made you unable to refuse the dog either.

“Mum, Uncle Remus said you should head home with our new dog. He needs me to stay here and catch Mrs. Weasley up on stuff.” The way he fidgeted with his glasses told you it was a mixture of a lie and some truths. What the hell were these people planning? Was this some scheme to help you move on? Accept Sirius was never coming back? That hurt, but also a point was made. Who can escape Azkaban?

“Alright. But be home before dark.” You warned, as you kissed his forehead. Right on his scar, which made him smile. He made sure to give you a hug, before quickly returning to the red heads. Poor Molly looked ready to faint. Make that she did, and the twins had to catch her. Yeah, like hell you wanted to be involved with that.

“Alright, let’s-“ But the dog was running. Right through the wall, with no hesitation. You were flabbergasted, but had no time to think. Harry’s new dog was running off. No way you wanted his poor heart broken over that. So, you ran after it. Trying to catch up, but it seemed high on life.

“GET BACK HERE-!” You hollered, as the dog was running like it was the last thing it could ever do. You were so focused on trying to catch up to it, you barely noticed where you were running towards. By the time you finally caught up, you were wheezing. Hands on your knees, as the door the dog stopped at opened.

“About time Master and Mistress Black returned.” Kreacher sneered, as the dog hurried inside. Did he say what you think he said? No way. That can’t be Sirius. No way in hell. Looks like him, but he’s in Azkaban. You don’t just escape Azkaban. Sure, the daily prophet said he did. But it was more than likely gossip gone wild. You swore every week they said someone did, only for them to be returned the next day.

“Kreacher, phew, give me a minute here.” You coughed, as you stumbled inside. Left for the building to vanish, in the early morning fog. As if it was never there. Leaving you to be alone, with the elf and dog, as you hung up your coat.

You did your best with making the home more live able. The spare rooms built for whenever Harry wanted friends over for the summers. Along with just a safe haven for friends in need of a stay. You turned what was once a cage, into a proper home. Seemed the dog loved it, as it was quick to run up the stairs. Bolting past the curtained painting, and straight to your bedroom.

“How does it….No. no this can’t be. No way…” It was starting to become harder to deny, as you walked up the stairs. By the time you reached the door, you heard it. That familiar eerie bone cracking, when a animagus was changing forms. No way. It couldn’t be. It can’t-

“Home sweet home-“ That gruff voice sung to you, as you opened the door. There he was. Your husband. Your world. Your everything. Standing there, bending his back, as he sported a tattered Azkaban uniform. Bloody, dirty, hardly clothing at all. Hair a mangled mess, and in desempate need of a bath and shave. He was so sickly thin, the very thin fabric was just a sheet on him. Hardly could process it, when those dark eyes locked on yours. Hair so long now, and body tattered. No matter the design, it was still him. Your Sirius.

“Hardly changed a day…” He dreamily said, with that exhausted smile. He was so drained, but you could still see the pure joy in his eyes. He was home. He was with you, and could be there for Harry now. His best friend Remus was in his life again. He’s not in that damn prison, and he’s in your sight once more.

You didn’t care about the grime, as you practically fell into his arms. Sobbing in joy, as he held you close. Despite his thinner structure, he was able to hold you tightly. As tightly as he could, and sway with you. No need for words. Just gentle tears.

That was why Remus was so coy, and why Harry had you two run off. You two needed time to reconnect. Even so young, Harry could grasp how important this was. Guess you were rasing him right. Seemed also that Kreacher might have missed Sirius as well, because you could hear a bath being run. No one asked for it, but he did it. His own free choice. He missed him, in his own way.

“Darling, I love you so much. I really do, but I am so fucking gross right now. You know I’m being honest when even I’m unable to handle my own stink. I’ve had sex with Moony under a full moon. I’m GROSS gross right now. I will kill for a bath-“ He went on, making you just laugh with your tears. Despite the years in such a horrific prison, he was still himself. Guess he was always a little insane.

You didn’t let him go an inch, as you trailed after him to the bathroom. More than happy to help him wash. Just enjoying the needed intimate moment. Just a wife, washing her husband. By god was he filthy. By the time Harry and Remus returned, he was finally drying off. You had no idea if the bathtub will ever recover. Least he was now in his favorite black robe.

“I’ve got dinner handled, don’t worry-!” Remus called, as Sirius would come down the stairs with you. Unable to let go of his arm, and he hardly complained. He missed your touch all the same, as you two would enter the dinning room. Where Harry sat.

“Guess we better start from the beginning.” Harry murmured. You had already gotten used to your son’s insane adventures, but this one took the cake. He got his god father out of Azkaban, somehow-? Yeah, you were sitting down for this. Mindlessly playing with the exposed chest hair you could grab, as the trio of misfits began to explain.

Even while eating, more like Sirius devouring anything in sight, there was so much to discuss. Was mostly Remus, and Harry, speaking. Given Sirius was more so busy hiding during that time frame. Oh how your heart had broken, and repaired, over and over from it all. Your poor husband. But, he’s back now. He’s back, and he’s never leaving you again.

“I know you are my god father and all, but….Do I call you dad now-?” Harry asked. He’s thirteen, still a child after all. It’s going to be a lot to process, even by Wizard standards. With his meal finished, Sirius did have to think a moment. Dispite the fact Harry knew Sirius from stories, because of you and Remus, he was still a stranger after all.

“Uncle Padfoot will work just fine.” He smiled, as he ruffled Harry’s hair. That made the young teen give an awkward grin, as there was something to work with now. Uncle Moony and Uncle Padfoot. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier. Just staring with such love to him, with your head on his shoulder. Taking in that scent, as Remus was unable to stop his smile to.

“Harry, dear, why don’t we go out for a walk. Hm?” Remus asked him, making the boy raise a brow. Why would he want to….Oh. Right. Remus would give a gentle head nudge towards the door, and Harry was quick to get the message. Grabbing his jacket, wand, and chasing after his uncle. Not wanting to say another word, as he really rather not think about his mother’s sex life. Even if it’s with his god father.

The second the door closed, you were yanked from your chair. You gave a squeak, as you were tossed over his shoulder. Just like the old days at school. Whenever he wanted your attention, he simply tossed you over his shoulder. Forcing you to pay attention to him, as he would steal you to a private room for a discussion.

“I’m not letting you out of that bed until the head board breaks-“ He warned, as that had your heart racing. Twelve years is a long time, and there was most certainly some catching up to do. You couldn’t deny that, as you watch the stairs trail behind him. Escorting you to your once shared bedroom. Now together again.

You were plopped right on the bed, and he was on you like the hungry dog he was. Stealing you into his lips, and you couldn’t stop your moaning. It had been so long. You needed him as badly as he needed you. How you were enjoying the new long hair, and tangling your fingers into it. Needing as much skin as you could get from him.

He was more than happy to give it to you. The robe thrown aside, as he was pulling at your clothes. Not giving damn if they tore. Nothing else mattered in this moment. He wanted to fuck his wife, and by god was he going to. Twelve years, in Azkaban. He’s going to get all twelve years of pent up desire out in one night. Will your body recover? Do you even care?

“Sirius-“ You sighed, as he finally got your top off. His face buried into your chest, as he snapped your bra strap off. Tossing it aside, as he drank you up. Just feeling your skin on his, and savoring the long missed flesh against his bearded face. Feeling that freshly softened hair on your chest felt so good. Every single fiber of your existence was on fire. Felt like you might implode.

“Not a day passed by, that I wasn’t thinking of you. You, Remus, Harry, you three were what kept me sane. I knew you three were safe with each other. Waiting for me. I came back. I came back, like I promised.” He sighed, as you felt the tears on your chest. Gentle fingers played with his hair, as to try and calm him down. Comforting him.

“I always knew you would.” You felt so silly thinking Remus would ever try and help you move on. Hypocrite he would have been. Human emotions be human emotions, and they were being carnal right now. Needing to burn and burn and burn.

“Have me again, like you’ve had me before.” You asked him, as you cupped his face. Having that thick beard nuzzle into your palm, as those dark eyes stared up to yours. So much pain in his face, but comfort in his eyes. It’s a long journey to recover, but his soul was still there. His body is damaged, but a body can repair. A mind is harder, and that was the battle. A battle he won.

With a kiss to your palm, he would soon attack your lips. Growling into you, as he pulled away the rest of your clothes. Needing to devour your body. Soon marking away at your neck, your chest, your arms. If there was anything his lips could grasp, and making sure you were marked. As if to remind the world you belonged to him, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Not anymore.

“Sirius, how can you still be such a tease?” You whined, as he was grazing his teeth over your thigh. Leaving a bite on your flesh. Letting himself enjoy the flavor of the tingling flesh under his tongue.

“What? I’m an old dog. Old dogs have bad habits.” He teased, before he finally allowed you to get some attention. He really didn’t change, and you were shocked. Never thought being abused could be useful. Only a Black would have such a morbid survival skill.

Before any more depressing thoughts could fill your head, you were able to enjoy the familiar sight. Your husband between your legs, with his cock rubbing against you. The tip of his cock coming into view, whenever he rolled his hips up and down. Rubbing right on your clit, and making you whimper. Sure you’ve played with yourself, but nothing beats his touch.

You both were gripping tightly. Him on your thighs, while you grabbed his shoulders. Needing to feel him in your hands. You both needed it so badly, but both held a near fear. As if afraid that it was all a dream. Luckily, he had the nerve to test that fear. Test it, as he finally pushed in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this-“ He moaned, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The way he growled, and his body just shivered. Aching, and moaning. Might spill just then, if he didn’t stop. Just savoring the feeling of being back inside of you, and how your eyes watered from pure comfort. To have your husband back.

He would lean down, and kiss away your tears, before he allowed himself to move. Just moaning for you, as his nails dug into your flesh. Marking you more, as you moaned into each others mouths. Needing to drink in every last thing you both could offer. So much to catch up on, and to make up for.

With the tender moment passing, you were soon reminded of the wild man you married. The feeling of your legs being pushed towards your shoulders, as he tried to get into you deeper. With his hands now on your ankles, as he was snapping his hips into yours. Needing to make sure you felt ever inch of him.

You loved it, and missed it, all. The feeling of your arms around his neck, and tangling your fingers into his hair. How he growled into you, and the snarls. Oh how you loved how animalistic he was for you. How he would bark and howl at the beg and call to you. Your big bad wolf.

It was all you missed. Had you in a mixture of tears, and pure desire. How he wanted to fight your tears, and kissed you. As heated as he could, to make up for the years parted. To taste you, and savor you all over again. Just the sounds of your moans, the creaking bed, and the flesh on flesh.

You didn’t know how long it lasted, but you felt him pull your lip. Sinking his teeth into it. A typical sign that he was close. A need to ground himself, to last a little longer. Oh how you missed his little habits. That thrill of pain again sent you over, as you came with him. To be as connected as possible.

You expected to get a moment to savor the after glow, but he kept true to his word. You were soon tossed onto your stomach, with the ass in the air. Of course he wanted doggy. It’s cheesey, but a favorite. Suppose one more round could be mustered.

One more became two, and three, and soon you had to chug a Pepper Up potion to keep up. You lost track of the rounds, before you were laid on your back. Soaked in sweat, and sticky from it all. Sheets hardly on the bed, and you were certain there were cracks in the wood. Hardly could breathe, but it seemed he was satisfied.

“Pretty sure you fucked a dozen kids into me.” You wheezed, as he chuckled. Enjoying a much needed cigarette, but still making sure you were comforted. Having your head in his lap, as he played with your face. Admiring all your features.

“Good.” He snickered, as you swatted at his hand. The both of you able to share a laugh, as there was a soft knock at the door. All Sirius had to do was give a sniff in the air, and he knew who it was. A whistle was given, before he grabbed a pillow for you. So you could cover up, despite the fact Remus has certainly saw you naked many times.

“Feeling better now-? Could have used a silencing charm. Had to tell Harry Kreacher was fixing a wardrobe.” Remus scoffed, with a tray of needed drinks and snacks. He would set it down on the bed side table, before joining on the bed. He deserved to catch up with Sirius to. Fine by you.

With some shifting, you were soon snuggled between the two men. Sirius still playing with your hair, as the two men remained sitting up. Keeping their voices low, so you could drift. Just able to be safe, and warm, again. Snuggling your husband, and comforted by the sound of old memories.

What a wonderful lullaby.

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