So Real Of You

Here are my Marauders height headcannons:

Sirius Black - 6’5”

Remus Lupin - 5’10”

James Potter - 6’0”

Peter Pettigrew - 5’3”

Lily Evans - 5’5”

Marlene McKinnon - 5’11”

Dorcas Meadowes - 6’0”

Mary MacDonald - 5’6”

Alice Fortescue - 5’8”

Frank Longbottom - 5’9”

Regulus Black - 5’3”

Evan Rosier - 5’7”

Pandora Rosier - 4’10”

Barty Crouch - 5’7”

Xenophilius Lovegood - 5’6”

Narcissa Black - 5’2”

Andromeda Tonks - 5’5”

Bellatrix Lestrange - 5’7”

Lucius Malfoy - 6’4”

Severus Snape - 5’9”

What other headcannons do I post?

I love writing oneshots and that’s most of what I post buuuut I’m currently simultaneously working on 2 big stories/series (story 1 in series 1 is 65 chapters, story 1 in series 2 is 30 chapters).

The first is a MASSIVE werewolf!Sirius AU featuring lots of angst in the past and some less severe angst in the present that follows him from fourth year to adulthood (guys it’s literally huge). The second is a Sirius-is-a-father AU with, again, a shit tonne of angst, both past and present, that has a big focus on recovery. Both feature WolfStar, big Marauders friend-group stuff, and Sirius and Regulus being close (I know right? I started plotting them a while back, which I hope is a sufficient explanation).

Which one would you guys prefer I work on first? I’m gonna get both of them up eventually, of course, but I struggle to stay focused on one thing for long periods of time so I’m gonna take a break between them.

No

explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

So we all know the AU where Sirius and Remus raise Harry, but I have a new suggestion. What if, after Alice and Frank are tortured to the point of insanity and James and Lily are murdered, Sirius and Remus take both Harry and Neville in.

Imagine Harry and Neville being raised as brothers with a solid support network. Imagine both of them having childhoods free of neglect and abuse and expectations. Them being raised with stories of their parents and a household full of love and kindness. Them getting to stay up at night, hiding out under the blankets with a flashlight to giggle about nothing. Them stealing cookie dough and bits of food while Sirius and Remus cook, making a competition out of it. Them going off to Hogwarts together, being sorted together, and having sleepovers in the same fourposter.

Then imagine little Teddy Lupin being born, probably when they’re still relatively young, maybe seven or eight. Them getting so excited, getting in Sirius and Remus’ bed to poke Remus’ stomach and talk to their baby sibling (and sometimes poke Sirius’ stomach just because they can). Them taking it upon themselves to teach Teddy new words and then turning it into a challenge to see who can teach them more. Them rushing Sirius to get them home from Hogwarts quicker every break so they can say hi to their little sibling. Them regaling Teddy with tales of the castle (some of which are more made up than others just to fuck with them) together.

Imagine their family being Sirius, Remus, Neville, Harry, and Teddy, living together and being happy. They all get a happy ending. They get to be safe and surrounded by love. Just… imagine.

Ugh here’s some art I posted on my deleted account I guess? I love these babs

Have some Sirius and Remus and Teddy family fluff that very quickly becomes angst. Teddy ends up dropping and shattering a glass. Sirius takes care of it. Sirius remembers when he broke a glass. Remus does his best.

Sirius who is so fucking confused when Remus doesn’t hit him. Whose memories of romance are all centred around his parents yelling and hitting, but everyone says marriage means they’re in love, so they must be. Who assumes that blood and broken bones and insults are all as much a part of a relationship as kissing and touching and giggling. Who wonders, one day, when he’s a little high and a little drunk, if Remus really loves him like he says he does if he won’t hurt him. Who gets on his knees and begs Remus to hit him, to hurt him, to make him bleed, because that’s all he knows.

Bestie that is close enough that we are kind of siblings but not quite because we talk about sex stuff for that too much (I am not dating them you freak shhhh)

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

Will do a more detailed reblog when am not dying of sleep deprivation thank you :)

harry is sort of the sirius of the golden era though isn’t he. in my head at least. like his home life is shitty, he’s loyal to a fault, he gets basically taken in by his best mate’s parents but does go his own way. he inherits a good amount of gold from his decent family members (his parents and sirius). is spat on by society & the government over something that isn’t even his fault. bit of a bitch. a cheeky little fucker. has light eyes and dark hair. would probably kill for his codependent buds if absolutely necessary. probably also has the gal (and self-imposed guilt) to stay in azkaban for 12 years before escaping on willpower alone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64044454

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Pairing: Sirius Black/James Potter/Remus Lupin (romantic Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

Top/dom Sirius, switch/sub James, bottom/sub Remus

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“You like quidditch, right, Jamie?” Sirius asks lightly, tugging James back so he’s leaning against the older boy’s chest, his weight being supported in its entirety. It’s… attractive. Hot. Sexy, even.

“Uh, yeah,” James laughs anxiously, confused and trying hard to hide the hear building in his belly. “I love it, you should know that by now,” he tries to joke, but he just feels dizzy.

“Do you prefer watching or playing?” Sirius questions, fingers tracing little infinity loops on James’ stomach. Somehow, it doesn’t feel like he’s talking about quidditch, but what else could it be?

“Playing,” he answers. Of course he prefers playing. As much as James loves going to games, watching his favourite players, he absolutely adores the wind in his hair, a broom handle under his palms… it’s his passion, his life.

“Do you feel the same way about sex?” Sirius asks like he’s talking about the weather. James’ heart starts pounding like he’s on a broom again, seconds away from winning a game.