#Sirius as a pretty boy

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius Black is a pretty boy that comes from a rich family. Many people want him.

Some might see this as an advantage, not Sirius. Sometimes he doesn't know if people like him because of his beauty and money or because of himself.

With his friends, he knows it is the latter. But sometimes he doubts it. Sometimes he wonders why they put up with him in the first place. He is a pain in the ass. Sometimes horrible, selfish and reckless.

With his lovers is worse. Sometimes he loves being wanted and desired. He is the kind of person who craves love and affection. But sometimes wonders if people would ever love him for real. If he wasn't good looking or wasn't a Black, people wouldn't even like him. He doubts himself all the time. And he is scared to be vulnerable, to fall in love and show his real self so the other person would leave him.

Sirius might joke saying he is gorgeous and blessed with beauty. But in reality, Sirius believes being a pretty boy is a curse.

#Spoiler alert there are actually people who love him for who he is #James would die for him #Peter fights with him all the time but he loves him #And Remus falls in love with the real person he is not just his looks #marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #james potter #peter pettigrew #Sirius as a pretty boy #pretty boy

[surelystaggering]

sirius black ! [ @ drwisteria on twt & ig ]

so, this was originally meant to be a duo piece but i couldnt work out posing for find good refs so now its just this !! hope you still like it. better quality on other socials though posting them later next week !!

#art #digital art #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #fanart #sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius black art #digital artist #i love my little guys <3 #sirius is a pretty boy #sirius black au #singer!sirius black #prongsfoot #(VERY SUBTLE) #he wears a ‘j’ necklace and has a ‘james’ tattoo #drwisteria

[lovefromremus]

wolfstar kissing

Sirius, breaking away: Remus what are you doing with your hands?

Remus: they're on your waist?

Sirius: do I look like a nun? Put them somewhere useful.

#remus is sweating #he is so like yes pretty boy anything for you #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders era #the marauders #marauders #harry potter #moony #padfoot

[faggylittleleatherboy]

wolfstar core is them having problems and things they definitely should talk abt but they get so turned on when they’re arguing that they just go and fuck and THEN they’ll talk abt it

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #my pretty boy

[soniabookwhore]

Okay...so barty is harry hook...sorry not sorry bye

#jegulus #marauders era #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #marauders fandom #barty crouch jr #marauders fanfiction #evan x barty #barty #bartylus #barty crouch junior #jegulus fanart #regulus x james #regulus black fanart #sirius black fanart #evan is such a pretty boy #evan rosier

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

haven’t posted any drawings in a while so take this wip i’m working on <3

#sirius black my pretty boy #nothing’s wips

[tadaxii-i]

There he is

*intense screaming*

#yes #this was prompted by disintegration #fic: disintegration #there you go #my boy #he’s so pretty #marauders headcanon #harry potter headcanon #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #my silly little homosexual #I figure #gay #is appropriate #he’s just my love #if i didn’t love Reg so much he’d be my favorite #i love my traumatized bois #black brothers #yay #okay i’m done #bye #marauders era #marauders fanart

[lexithwrites]

sirius orion black.

Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

team werewolf

#pretty vamp boy sirius #the marauders #sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin #moodboard #moodboards #portfolio

[largecoldbrew]

sirius

#i wake up and immediately think abt drawing him #siriusblack #loml #one day ill get him to look as pretty as i see him in my head #gorgeous gorgeous boy #sirius black

[solitaire-sol]

02. Soft

For: @prongsfoot-microfic Month: December 2023 AO3: Link Notes: Merry (possibly belated) Christmas, and equivalent holidays, to everyone who celebrates them! I just wanted to put out a little Christmas fluff to break my lack-of-posting streak. <3

They’d spent the day out-of-doors, tramping through snow-covered fields and wading through thigh-high drifts like colder, friendlier quicksand, competing to build the most ostentatious snow sculpture before trying to stuff snow down the back of each other’s coats. By the time James and Sirius had returned to the house, the coats in question thoroughly soaked when the snow-stuffing had become an impromptu wrestling match, twilight had already fallen and the village had been illuminated by festive lights and flickering tapers in red and white wax.

Christmas had come to Godric’s Hollow, or at least it was nearly there, and the air was layered with pine and cinnamon over the fresh, clean, cold scent of new-fallen snow. James and Sirius wandered back to James’ house, where the windows were glowing in warm welcome despite the fact that no one was home: James’ parents had gone visiting, as they did every holiday, and James would normally go with them except that Sirius was there, which took priority. James had been apologetic when he’d informed his mother and father, but Euphemia and Fleamont hadn’t seemed at all surprised-- The boys were old enough to look after themselves for a night or two, and the ‘old folks’ had departed with only a few cursory warnings against burning the cottage down.

After the two of them had stamped the snow from their boots, discarding their sodden coats in the mudroom, they'd only had to glance at each other before they were racing for the stairs, elbowing each other mostly-playfully as they clattered up the carpeted steps and separated at the landing: James darted into his room, then into the adjoining bathroom, while a hastily-slammed door from down the hall signalled Sirius' disappearance into the guest bath. Taps were turned, prompting hot water to rush out from pipes charmed to convey the perfect temperature, and the billowing steam fogged up the mirrors in each bathroom. Sirius, still his mother's son, couldn't help but take the time to wash and detangle and mostly dry his hair; so that by the time he made his way back downstairs, James was already in the kitchen, a towel around his shoulders and his hair still damp from the bath as he applied frothy whipped cream to two mugs of hot chocolate with far more care than he showed in Potions.

James looked up as Sirius entered the kitchen, passing him the mug with a cartoonish dog gazing mournfully up on the side; their fingers brushed together, just a little, and something in Sirius was warmed by more than just the hot bath, more than just the heat from the ceramic under his palm. James' mug had an out-of-proportion deer on it in the same cartoony style, both cups were bought as a joke the year before, but they were 'their' mugs and saw plenty of use whenever Sirius came to stay. The mugs were a set, after all, just as Sirius and James made a pair.

Hot chocolate successfully procured, the boys made for the plush sofa in the living room, where Sirius stoked the embers in the fireplace with a flick of his wand as James flung himself onto the couch with reckless disregard for the whipped cream and molten chocolate in his hand.

“Budge up,” Sirius ordered, causing James to grin at the faux-authority in his tone, and there was a good deal of jostling and wriggling before they found something that suited them-- Half-sprawled across the length of the sofa, Sirius' back wedged in the corner of the backrest and the couch's arm, James' back to his front. Long limbs and lean bodies slotted together with zero room to spare, and something that might still have attracted covert stares and curious speculation in the Gryffindor common room could be as easy and as natural as it felt. Sirius reached behind him with his free hand and seized a handful of the thick quilt draped over the sofa’s back, pulling it forward and draping it over James, who picked up the edge and tucked it around them like a two-occupant cocoon.

It might have surprised those curious Housemates to hear the surprisingly gentle cadence of the conversation that followed, which rose and fell according to the whims of the boys now cuddled together on the overstuffed sofa, the twinkling lights of the large evergreen in the corner creating a private constellation in the firelit dimness. Christmas at the Potters' was nothing like Christmas with the Blacks, who acknowledged the holiday in the way they did so many other things: With a deliberation that was at once both slightly ostentatious and severe, all overworked house elves and enormous silver punch-bowls that had once belonged to some storied precursor who’d flavored his glühwein with his enemies' blood. Sirius had years of receiving gifts from his parents, and occasionally they'd even been things he wanted, but there had been nothing like Christmas with James' family, all three in ridiculous jumpers that Euphemia knitted and Fleamont loved and James wore with pride. Their tree, always a superb specimen from the woods around the Hollow, was always all but smothered beneath the tinsel and enchanted tapers and sugared gingerbread, and hidden among the branches were multiple ornaments shaped like the letter 'J,' each in a different style, one for every year of James' life.

When Sirius spent his first Christmas with the Potters, Euphemia presented him with a jumper of his own, and James' gift had been an elaborately wrought letter 'S' to hang next to the other ornaments on the tree. "I'll get you another one next year," James had promised, and Sirius had laughed and called James a sop and pretended to study the weave of his jumper to hide the gratitude in his eyes.

James had been as good as his word-- James always was, when it mattered, and Sirius mattered to him, even if James showed it through deeds and not quite through words. It was evident on that night, in the way that James could be quiet with Sirius, in the way that the boy who always carried himself as if he were centre-stage could drink his hot chocolate and speak only when he felt like it, not when he felt he had to. That these feelings were returned, nebulous and as-yet-undefined as they were, was obvious in the way that Sirius allowed himself to enjoy the sweetness of the hot chocolate and the milky flavour of the cream, childish tastes that he'd never been allowed to develop but which, like so many other things, he was able to experience through James' presence in his life. Sirius had been honed by his family until he'd become as bright and as sharp as a blade; but with James, with James alone, there was no need to bring that blade to bear. James could disarm Sirius without really having to try, perhaps because James so readily showed Sirius the vulnerabilities that James would otherwise never admit he possessed.

When the mugs were emptied and set on the coffee table, when the logs in the fireplace were burning low and neither James nor Sirius felt inclined to stir them to life, the clock on the mantel began to chime. “Midnight,” James observed, relaxing against Sirius and smiling into the firelight, his fingers twisting idly into the fabric of Sirius’ sleeve. “That makes it Christmas Day. Happy Christmas, Padfoot.”

“Happy Christmas, Prongs,” Sirius replied, his voice soft, his eyes softer. Sirius didn’t quite smile, still somewhat unused to the way that James could make him feel-- Like the first day back at Hogwarts with his friends, like Monty and Effie smiling at him over the breakfast table, such times with James were too precious for Sirius to take lightly, and he would never quite master James’ knack for cradling everything in a grin. Even so, if only for a moment, it seemed like the world beyond the front door had faded into a pleasantly indistinct haze, and all that really mattered was that cosy living room and that glowing fire and the quilt that smelt faintly of lavender, the lingering sweetness on his tongue and the warm, solid weight of James against him, as if that was how they were always meant to be. James’ breathing flattened and slowed as he drowsed, ever able to fall asleep with an ease that Sirius sometimes envied, and Sirius let himself follow suit, his murmured words almost lost beneath the steady crackling from the fireplace.

“You mean the world to me.”

#prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter x sirius black #sirius black x james potter #i was trying to write with all the usual holiday family stuff going on around me SO #hopefully it's at least a little cute and fluffy #my backlogged microfics are pretty angsty so this is like my christmas present to the boys #happy holidays everyone! #fics by sol

[resident-gay-bitch]

pretty boys with long hair make my brain melt

#they are the best genre of men #you can’t change my mind #I’m in love with them #(fictional ones at least and celebrities because I don’t actually like men irl) #but if one of those men I love pop out of my phone screen and smiled at me I’d actually propose #I’d let them hit #hell I’d let them impregnate me #sirius black #eddie munson #jay talks #pretty boys #long hair

[gabihime-jegulusseeker]

marauders incorrect quotes

Sirius:Why is 'pretty boy' considered an insult?

Sirius: Like, call me a pretty boy,call me a pretty boy right now I want to be the prettiest boy you've ever seen.

#sirius black #sirius orion black #sirius is a pretty boy #marauders #marauders era #marauders incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #remus calls him pretty boy #merodeadores

[heliosphere-underthesky]

Sirius A, the Wolf Prince! He is a main sequence star in the Canis Major constellation. Also known as the Dog Star.

Art made: (November 2023, April 2019, March 2015)

About Sirius: Space.com article | ESA image

#art #space #space gijinka #gijinka #personification #stars #sirius #sirius a #dog star #art improvement #heliosphere: under the sky #my favourite star!!! i can't wait to stargaze and look up at him again. he's usually brightest around this time of the year where i'm from #i still think 2019 has that charm i could not duplicate hhhhhh #it's probably the eyes. 2019 feels more pretty boy. more ikemen. but 2023 feels more doggo or wolfy. it's what i'm aiming for anyway #i do feel a lot more confident with my overall art skills lately. a wonderful feeling #sirius b will be posted alongside him someday. his designs still need to be reworked and i need to read more about stars #i wanted to make the sirius stars look a lot more fantasy inspired. thanks botw and genshin #tag rambles

[flufallo]

Okay, so someone pointed this out to me, and I was thinking it myself, but Charles Roland is basically James potter, crystal palace is lily Evans, and Edwin paine is regulus black.

#dead boy detectives #the marauders #it works tho #oosh #idk ehat that oosh was apologies #im definaltely mad #charles roland #edwin payne #crystal palace #james potter #lily evans #regulus black #i would say monty is sirius but that just makes it weird #bc im pretty sure sirius wouldnt kiss regulus #or would he #attualy he might bc hes sirius 🤷‍♀️

[faggylittleleatherboy]

Remus Lupin sleeps a lot, he needs a full night of sleep and will still nap during the day. Sirius Black does not sleep, he sleeps maybe 4 hours a night and can’t anymore, and he takes forever to fall asleep.

So Sirius gets really really confused when he starts sleeping with Remus and realizes that he suddenly relaxes and falls asleep a lot quicker and sleeps better and for longer every night

#he feels safe #Remus is safe #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #my pretty boy

[enbysiriusblack]

not sure if you ever did a james potter description yet but if you have any spare time i'd like to request one (i like the way you write about james so i take everything you write about him as canon)

tall and muscled, light brown skin with a warm tone. big, brown eyes with long lashes and thick, dark eyebrows. large, square, aviator glasses always worn. messy, black hair that twirls around his ears and neck, always sticking up in various directions, cut into a mullet as he grew older. a sharp jawline, a square-ish face shape, chin and lower cheeks covered in closely shaved stubble. full, pink lips, occasionally glimmering from borrowing lily's lip balm. slightly wide, straight and long nose. nails cut short with various different polish painted on, usually red. in uniform, he tends to have the top button of his shirt loose, his tie in the same knot since first year, fitted suit trousers, and running trainers replacing his shiny back, school shoes, quidditch jersey thrown on instead of his school jumper. he tends to wear sporty clothes, trainers and tiny gym shorts and vests. occasionally throwing on multitudes of blue jeans, jackets and trousers and tiny shorts, styled with colourful shirts and cropped tops. a beaded bracelet, that he made as a kid, always on his wrist, his parents having matching ones.

#biggest compliment ever anon <33 thank you #also james potter is SO a pretty boy. (i mean i know sirius is too but. yeah. they can both be why not) #anon ask #james potter #marauders era #marauders #marauder descriptions