Me Watching The New AVM Episode:
"Holy shit Second and Red are cano-DAMN IT!"
"Bro said nope. no netherwart."
"Oof Yellow-"
*the entire chase scene with Green*
"GET HIS ASS RED GET HIS ASS-"
"Why Green gotta do that one meme-"
"The pat on the back Green when I catch you-"
"Holy shit red finally went to see a therapist and is lamenting over his failur-HOLY SHIT IT'S PURPLE-"
"Aggressively trying to cake the drawing of your boyfriend and failing horribly."
"Purple be like "dw I gotchu." And then just gives Red a whole ass elaborate plan that he made up in like 5 seconds and I fucking love him for it."
"RED DID YOU JUST JUMP OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW."
"Purple was probably so confused and why didn't Alan put Purple's reaction goddammit."
"Red, I think you gave Green PTSD-"
"Ik DJ said this but like...he's getting Green all sleepy and then-IM SORRY DID THAT CHICKEN GROW HUMAN LEGS ALAN WHAT THE HEC-"
"Welp. The humanoid chicken can shoot eggs put of its butt."
My dad: is the cow shooting milk bucket out of its di-"
Me: finish that sentence. I dare you.
"CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF CAKE-"
"Green, respectfully...HOW THE FUCK DID YOU ESCAPE-"
"Why does it look like Green is about to ge-" *Red cakes Green* "Yep."
"Again, DJ speaks facts: that is how you cake."
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Helloo could I please request a fic with Sirius' girlfriend or wife taking care of him, making sure he eats enough and keeping him company, and him being touch-starved, in Grimmauld Place during OoTP? Thanks!
call it what you want
pairing- sirius black x wife!auror!reader
warning(s)- hurt/comfort, fluff, touch sensitivity (let me know if i should add more)
an- i love this plot so much, thank you dear anon! (also i love writing about post azkaban sirius black 😳)
ps- requests are open!
part two? 👺💅
masterlist
'hey love?' you called out. sirius held a cigarette between his pale pink lips blowing out smoke out of his mouth. he turned his head, looking at you when he heard your voice. but your eye's weren't fixated on his, but the ash tray that held burnt out cigarettes he'd been smoking when you'd been gone. he sat on the moth eaten sofa his tired gray eyes trying to meet yours. you sigh, flinging your bag on a chair as you walk towards him, wiping your brow with the hem of your sleeve.
'have you eaten anything dear?' you say as you sit beside him. you sit close to him, but not close enough to touch him. he grumbles something under his breath and you squint your eyes trying to decipher what he is saying.
'sirius?' you say. your hand twitches. you want to touch him, comfort him, but you're scared it will trigger him. you're scared he won't like that. you want to comfort him, it breaks your heart seeing the dignity of your husband, of the love of your life crumbling down but it doesn't matter. you want him to feel safe. you want him to feel comfortable around you till he is comfortable enough to let him touch you.
his body twitches slightly before he whispers,
'might have had a few sandwiches. i forgot,'
you raise an eyebrow. interlinking your hands together so you don't accidentally touch him, you say with a soft yet firm tone,
'and water? what about water? did you drink enough?'
'i do not remember,' he grumbles. he's twitchy and shifty while he speaks. you let out a deep breath before you conjure a glass of water and hand it to sirius.
'love can you drink this for me? please?' you inquire. his stormy gray eyes stare into yours before his hands clasp around the glass of water. he lets the rim of the glass touch his lips before slowly sipping the water. he gulps down the rest of the water and puts the glass on the table before offering you a weak smile. you smile back, furrowing your eyebrows. you see his hands twitching before he speaks again,
'i found some old polaroids,'
'did you now love?'
'yes...'
there's a silence that hangs in the air that tortures the depth of your heart but you don't break it. you don't want to pressure him into saying anything. you don't want him to feel like what his image in the wizarding world is. you don't want to ask him prying questions.
'can i hold your hand?' he whispers softly. you look at him. his dark raven locks frame his diamond cut face, the churning wood of the flames reflecting the depth of his stormy gray irises.
'are you sure?' you question back. he nods his head curtly before his pinky finger intertwines with yours. he smiles, his hollow cheeks spreading as you interlock your hands. his hand is the same as you could remember, rough, calloused and warm. you feel his body grow stiff at the contact and you try to pry your palm away but he holds it firmer. he holds your hand firm, slowly melting by your touch. he doesn't say anything, and neither do you.
you charm a flower on his ear, tucking his messy curls behind his ear. you smile noticing the crinkles of his eyes when he smiles, leaning into your touch. his nose scrunches and you think, he looks majestic.
it's a storm outside. however when he leans his head on your shoulder, the storm simmers away. it's warm inside as the both of your hearts burn with love for each other.
'i love you dove,' he whispers.
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