#black mask fic

[finniestoncrane]

Regarding Black Mask having sadistic kinks…he would totally give his partner instructions that are impossible to follow (telling them not to make any noise and then doing something guaranteed to make them moan/scream) just so he can punish them when they can’t do it

Keep Quiet

Arkham!Black Mask x GN!Reader, word count: 1.4k ok be nice to me be kind to me this is my first black mask thing, and i gotta be honest, it's nice to write someone being a complete bastard who just is a complete bastard. reader has been paid by roman in an undisclosed agreement to be his little puppy, but he might be a bit rougher than they imagined... 💀 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of a monetary arrangement, sub/dom dynamics, rough oral sex, spanking, slapping, humiliation, degradation, sadomasichism, crying, pet play

"Keep. Quiet."

Those were the key words, the rules you were given. They'd been printed on the bottom of the invite card. They were uttered to you by the henchman who was posted at the door to the office. And Roman Sionis himself had uttered them slowly, cruelly, as he watched you undress and guided you to the slick, black platform in the middle of the room.

"Keep quiet. Don't make a sound. I'd hate to have to punish ya."

He turned on his heel, bright red flashing on the bottom of the polished, black leather dress shoes. With a dry chuckle, he turned again, leaning down once more so his face was level with yours where you lay face down on the platform in the middle of the room, though his was hidden behind the matte black skull mask he wore.

"I lied. Punishin' ya would be... well it'd be pretty fuckin' good. But I'm feelin' generous tonight, y'know?"

You nodded, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, as you realised that perhaps the reward here didn't quite make up for the risk. You got money, you got pleasure. But you potentially lost everything at the hands of Black Mask. Violent, notorious, and unpredictable.

Or maybe, you considered, it was worth the risk, given how quickly you felt the pit of your stomach warm, how your heartbeat skipped slightly, how your arousal tingled through you at the thought of those last three attributes. Handsome, yes. Rich, of course. Powerful, naturally. But those were nowhere near as arousing as the volatile behaviour you'd heard tell of being exhibited by Roman in the past. You wanted to experience that for yourself, truth be told. Apathetic, yes. But curious more than anything.

You wondered why you had to be quiet. Some of the others, the ones who had been hired by Roman before, had told you that he had the room bugged. That suggested that perhaps a loud scream might not be picked up well on the mics and would ruin his recording. But then why would he bug the room if he didn’t want any sound? Unless he just wanted to hear himself… But this was Roman Sionis. If he wanted to record any kind of sound, he wouldn’t do it covertly, and certainly not with anything less than the best equipment.

So was it perhaps something to do with the fact that you were in his office, within his building? His employees were right there, just beyond the walls. Maybe he would be embarrassed if they heard what was going on? But of course, he wouldn’t be. Either the walls were soundproofed to allow him to be as heinous as he wanted, or, more likely, they were paper thin so everyone could hear exactly what was going on. After all, who of his employees was going to risk saying anything to him.

And then, you settled on the realisation that it was control. He had control over you completely. From how much you wore, to where you lay, to how much sound you could make in his presence, regardless of what kind of damage he intending to inflict on you. No one spoke back to him, least of all the playthings he was paying. You were there to lay still and be keep quiet. So you close your eyes, letting your body, laying face down, sink into the surface of the podium you had been so sarcastically placed upon, and considered what might be about to happen to you.

Just as your mind began to wander further, causing your heart rate to increase, you felt the sharp, smooth crack of his palm against your rear. The flesh on one of your cheeks heated immediately in response to the smack. You didn’t have time to process the sudden invasion of your personal space before Roman was smacking the other side. His hand switched between your two cheeks, covering your ass in deep, rounded welts as his leather glove came into contact with your red, trembling skin. Over and over, the pain getting stronger either through the repetitive nature or the increase in force, in violence, behind his smacks. Until he suddenly stopped, his heavy breaths getting louder as he walked around you, his finger stroking along your curves as he made his way around to your head.

“Roll over.”

You did as he instructed, and were met with cruelty even then.

“Good dog. Do you know any more tricks then?”

You couldn’t tell whether you should answer or not, so you stayed silent, staring into what you could make out of his eyes beneath the dark mask. With a surprisingly gentle hand, he let his fingers spread through your hair, stroking it, soothing you almost, before he gripped it close to your scalp and tugged sharply. As he pulled your body towards him, you scrambled on your palms, trying to pull your body up the platform, closer to him, where he wanted you to be, until you were laying with your head completely off the edge. Upside down. Waiting for his next move. You opened your mouth to speak, to protest the uncomfortable position, but you were stunned back into silence as his palm cracked your face.

“Don’t even think about talkin’, sweetheart. Keep. Quiet. Keep fuckin’ quiet.”

You nodded, the sting of tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You worried that he might offer further punishment for this display of emotion, but instead he crouched down once again to your level and tutted.

“You dumb animal. Not quite as clever as I thought you were, huh pooch?”

He watched as you swallowed your nerves, throat tensing with the motion.

“Nervous, eh? Good. You should be.”

He placed a finger between your sternum, following it to between your collarbones, then trailing it up your throat to your chin as you watched him, his eyes keeping focus on where he was touching you.

“You know, if there’s one thing I truly hate…”

Roman paused, licking the lips of his mask, eyes narrowing as he took in your pitiful form before him.

“… it’s a puppy who isn’t housebroken.”

His fingers were suddenly tensing, putting pressure on your throat. Constricting your breathing ever so slightly. Enough to cause you to panic before you tried to calm yourself down, preserving the remaining breath in your lungs.

“You gonna whine, little puppy? You gonna howl an’ cry?”

Working against the strength of his grip, you managed to shake your head, a gesture which was met with a deep, dark chuckle from Roman.

“Good. I don’t have time to go take you to be put down.”

Your tears welled up as his grip got tighter, but you fought against the instinct to raise your hands and pull him away from you. If you could just see it through, keep calm, stay still, it’d be over soon. And it was. He let go, leaning forward to admire the dark imprints his fingers had left on your skin.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

A rhetorical question. He knew by the streaks of tears that were stinging your eyes as gravity carried them back towards them that it had been an ordeal.

“I told ya. I paid for ya, I ain’t gonna break ya. Not this soon, anyway. Not before I’ve had my fun.”

Your pupils widened as he brought his hands to the zipper at the front of his white, pinstripe pants. He reached his fingers inside the fabric and pulled out his cock, fingers wrapped around the base as he approached you. Inhaling only through your nose, you tried to keep your mouth closed, silently signalling to him your thoughts on what he was proposing. But he wasn’t proposing it, and he had no intentions of asking for your opinion.

He forced his cock into your mouth, pushing it between your lightly pursed lips, his head hitting the back of your throat as he pushed his entire length into you. There was no hesitation, no hint of him letting up despite the fact that you were now quietly choking on him. When you gagged and let out a whine, an involuntary noise, he whipped his cock out of your throat, drool spilling onto your face.

“If I have to tell you again, you are gonna be one sorry pup.”

Pressing a finger to your lips, you watched in silence as his cock twitched, clearly aroused by the control he held over you.

“Keep. Quiet.”

#black mask #roman sionis #finnie writes #arkham black mask #black mask fanfiction #black mask x reader #black mask x you #black mask fic #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis fic

[frownyalfred]

imagine being Red Hood and pulling up to Roman Sionis’ club to settle your beef with Black Mask and not only is your adoptive father already there, he’s in his civilian identity and keeps “accidentally” stepping in front of Sionis and preventing you from shooting him and you have to pretend you don’t know each other meanwhile said adoptive father is wearing no shirt and is completely lathered in body glitter

#weird fic ideas #adopt this fic idea? #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily #Jason todd #Roman Sionis #black mask #Gotham

[icedtoastt]

For @senblades fic Faith for the Second Run :D!

#started reading the fic and aaaa I’ve really enjoyed it #really love black mask trio! #I’m very bad with backgrounds so hopefully it looks alright #p5r #p5 #black mask trio #Akechi goro #goro Akechi #haru okumura #okumura haru #sumire Yoshizawa #Yoshizawa sumire #persona 5 #my art

[ficmotel]

Reminder: DO NOT SELL OR BUY FANFICTION. IT IS ILLEGAL, UNETHICAL AND JUST STUPID.

If you see anyone on Etsy or the Tiktok Shop selling Fanfiction, please report them.

#dramione fandom #dramione #manacled #the auction #secrets and masks #the maruaders #marauders #maraders era #all the young dudes #sirius black imagine #remus lupin #jegulus #wolfstar fic #wolfstar #crimson rivers #gatekeep fanfiction #fanfiction is not for sale #copyright

[fistfuloflightning]

My take on Shen Jiu and Yue Qingyuan, the God of Justice from the fantastic PRÆY FOR A GOD by @thesirencat :)

#svsss #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #qijiu #not a huge fan of this ship #but this fic made me rethink that a little #also I know this isn’t how yqy was described #but my brain saw ‘black and white’ and ‘masked god’ and went with this #scum villain #fanfic fanart #my art #svsss art

[addisonstars]

"the many masks of regulus black"

written for day 25 of october for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "mask"

608 words!

James came into the house and he knew something was wrong. Nothing was different about the house or anything; the lights were still on, a candle burning like normal, and he even saw soup stewing on the stove. That’s a little unsafe, thought James, but he didn’t think twice about it. So no, nothing was really wrong, but his…call it his spidey sense, told him something was wrong. 

He kicked off his shoes, checked the pot on the stove to make sure it wasn't going to burn down the house and headed into his bedroom, disrobing as he went. James, walking into the bedroom, noticed then what was wrong. 

It was Regulus, he was curled in a lump on the bed with the lights off, blinds shut and everything in the room just off. James stilled in the doorway wondering how to approach the situation. He could turn away and leave Regulus to stew in his feelings. Or if he should go over and comfort him and snuggle up with. 

The answer seemed obvious, as ninety-nine percent of the time James knew what Reg needed, but that one percent was constantly looming over James. Had they been married for a little over two years now and had they known each other for over a decade? Yes. But they were learning new things about each other every day. 

James went over to Reg and gently rubbed his back, waking him from his slumber. Regulus rolled over and groaned, stretching his arms out rubbing his eyes. He must have been asleep for a little bit. 

“Hey love,” James whispered softly, so as not to disturb Regulus. 

Regulus blinked, trying to find James in the dark of the room. “James.” 

“Yeah baby, I’m home.” 

“Mmm,” he rolled back over to the wall, back once again facing James. He sounded happy to see James, but it looked like he didn't want to be with James. James knew then that Regulus was in some sort of funk today. 

It happens to everyone, and definitely happens to Regulus. Not because of anything specific, but he knew that Walburga and Orion had an effect on his depression. And on days like these, Regulus gets into a funk, and James tends to be one of the only people who can pull him out. Sirius as well. 

James undressed and climbed into bed with Regulus. Regulus scooted even closer to the wall, avoiding James even more. 

“Reggie,” James started. He didn't want to be imposing on Regulus, but someone can’t drown if you don’t let them go in the water. 

“I’m fine babe, just tired.” He was breathing steadily which was good, a nice reassurance to James. “Hey, can you go check the soup, I forgot I had it-”

“Reg.” James said a bit more sternly. He hated being like this, but he knew that Regulus was close to the deep end. “Drop the mask, don’t lie to me.” 

Regulus rolled over and he buried his face into James' shoulder, taking slow breaths. “I am tired though.” 

“And?” James prompted. 

His voice sounded a bit muffled shoved into James' shirt. “I’ll tell you in a bit. Ok?” James frowned. It’s not what he wanted to hear, but he guesses that it’s better than radio silence. “I promise I’m not lying, I will tell you, but I just…need, I dunno-” he paused, “you? Quiet? A little bit more time to think about what’s inside my head?” He said softly, timidly.

James frown turned upside down. “Ok, Reggie dear, I’ll be here.” He kisses Regulus’ forehead and once he heard his heartbeat slow down, James shut his eyes too. 

...am i proud of myself for this line: "someone can’t drown if you don’t let them go in the water" yes, yes, i am :,,)

-a.s.

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jeggy #starchaser #sunseeker #regulus x james #james x regulus #jegulus fic #jegulus angst #jegulus microfic #mask #addisonstars #addisonstars mircofic tag

[quotidian-oblivion]

A little boy entered Black Mask's lair with two guards on either side. "Black Mask," he greeted.

Mask bowed his head. "Who may you be?"

"A client."

New fic!! Featuring Morally Questionable Tim Drake and a Poor-Impulse Control Bruce

#quotidian fics #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfam #dc #batfamily #tim drake wayne #barbara gordon #alfred pennyworth #batdad #batman fic #roman sionis #black mask #black mask dc #tim drake joins the batfamily early #ao3 fic #ao3fic #ao3 fics #batfamily fic #batfam fic #tim drake fic #dc fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #fic recs #fic rec #crack fic

[izzythehutt]

A family crisis leads to unexpected meetings—and reunions. Sirius's chickens finally come home to roost.

#the black sheep dog #black mask #sirius black #colette battancourt #andromeda tonks #cygnus black #regulus black #walburga black #orion black #i finally updated this fic #nine months into the year #sorry i got two jobs a relationship a breakup and a move in that time period no time for editing fanfic

[tarrensbookmarks]

Batman

➼ Alfred Pennyworth ‣I'll Be Seeing You by eupheme Invisible Man!Alfred x F!Reader ‣Slip Into Your Skin by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x Black F!Reader ‣The Gentleman by stargirlfics Alfred Pennyworth x F!Black Dancer!Reader ‣Penny For Your Thoughts by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader ‣In Bloom by eupheme Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader and sex pollen

➼ Bruce Wayne/Batman ‣Iron by stargirlfics Battinson x F!Reader

➼ Jason Todd/Red Hood/Arkham Knight ‣Dark!AK!Jason Todd x F!Reader by nocturne-pisces

➼ Harvey Dent/Two-Face ‣Yandere!Two-Face x GN!Reader by recreationalfanfics

➼ Roman Sionis/Black Mask ‣Morning After by gilverrwrites Roman Sionis x Reader

dividers by saradika-graphics

#batman #alfred pennyworth x reader #harvey dent x reader #battinson x reader #black!reader #tarren reads #fic recs #jason todd x reader #black mask x reader

[gimmemore14]

Me writing Villains: How can I make them phrase this Worse™️

#ao3 #ao3 fanfic #bitw #ao3 memes #ra’s al ghul #slade wilson #black mask #dcu #fanfiction #my fic #blood in the water

[anonauthorsworkshop]

I have a question, during the alagadda trip scp 035 was able to use their appendages and power without a body to carry MC around right. In the latest chapter when his hosts body decays he just sits there in defeat instead of using those same appendages to get to MC, is there something I'm missing?? 😭

i guess i should have made this more clear lol but basically 035 gets his arm ripped off by a 939, he reaches for the door but then his other arm just kinda falls off due to the secretions essentially melting it off and his host's body is now entirely decayed at this point and collapses. it is literally just a pile of messy black slop on the floor surrounded by 939s. his host is immobile and technically he could try to summon those weird tentacle things but the host is about to be mauled by 939s and manifesting those appendages takes him a lot of power and concentration, at least in my headcanon it does and like even if he does manage to create them it would be immensely difficult to progress henceforth due to MC basically being on a knowledge-high and completely unaware of their surroundings and all the trying-to-be-mobile-and-move-around and having-to-break-down-the-cell-door and protecting-MC while literally just being a mask

sorry for the rambling

#anonymous #author #answered #ask #pansophical pretender #scp 035 #scp 939 #very very sorry for the confusion #honestly been rereading some of the chapters lately and will be editing some of them #especially the earlier ones where i wasn't really taking the fic as seriously as i do now #to explain the headcanon: 035 is much weaker than he used to be in alagadda. #he has literally been reduced from the anguished black lord of alagadda to some mask that humans contain #he does not have the power he used to have #and in his scp file the addendums progressively get worse and worse about his containment and escape attempts #which i interpreted as 'leave him to fester and his power will grow' #so like it TAKES TIME for him to do such things like 'summoning appendages' #anyway enough of my autistic rambling. hope this cleared things up and i will be editing some of the chapters as i write new ones

[bonerot19]

lots of angst…

how many bocces of tissue do I need to prepare 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

depends on whether or not I ever finish writing it 😪

it's called that bc it starts off with something very heavy happening to Jason (steph and jason are grabbed by black mask and he knows jason won't talk but he thinks he can make steph talk by hurting jason) and is, essentially, the bats feeling like shit and Jason wanting them to leave him alone and no one having any boundaries and Bruce assuming Jason will do something vengeful. also Roy is there but the more I learn about Roy outside of fanon, the more I hesitate to write JayRoy (but also I like iiiit)

and also Jason says: “But that’s the problem, Bruce. I keep my promises, but you never trust me. And you’re a liar, but I always believe you.”

#I-just-want-to-see #i have quite a lot written but I don't know how I feel about writing the literal opening scene #like #it's SA the thing that happens is SA and i thought about changing the plot to take that out but i think it makes the plot make less sense #so maybe I'll finish this one day #bc it has a lot of Jason being better than the bats give him credit for #and everyone always expecting the worst even when they think they arent #(jason is stuck in a collapsed building with black mask at one point and bruce tells him he has to save mask) #(and everyone is mad at him for telling jason to do that) #(but jason is mad that they would assume he wouldnt) #((bc he keeps his promises and he promised he wouldnt kill unless he needed to)) #my fic!! #you see where all of the angst is tho

[horsechestnut]

Reverse Robins One Shot, Focused on Black Mask Steph and Oracle Tim!

Steph's general rule of thumb when it comes to the Bats was to interact with them as little as possible. When she had to, she'd get in, make some jokes, and get out as soon as possible. The downside of that policy is sometimes the jokes would slip out before she'd fully thought them through, and before she knew it she'd gone from making an offhand joke to the most serious conversation she'd had in months.

For more information on my Reverse Robins AU you can check out this link!

Also shout out to nonbinarydelladuck for this post which inspired this story!

#basically steph's mom doesn't know she's alive #and tim has survivors guilt #...so much survivors guilt #reverse robins #stephanie brown #tim drake #red hood stephanie brown #oracle tim drake #red hood steph #rh!steph #black mask steph #black mask stephanie brown #robin #red robin #batgirl #hurt/comfort #fan fic #fan fiction #steph uses humor to cope #all relevant parents (except Janet sorry Janet) are mentioned #reverse robins au #could be read as Tim Steph #but mostly it's just them being friends #they got bigger things to worry about than that

[c0nsumemy5oul]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

I've been working on something ever since I saw this post by @emlovessid and after a lot of planning and hard work I finally have a little snippet to share! I'm still in the first draft phase, so a lot of this might change but I really like what I've got going.

So, jegulus microfic (?) 766 words, rated T.

He knows that it’s impolite to answer the phone, especially when you’re in a radio interview, but it’s Regulus. He can’t not answer.  “Would you mind if I answer that?” Dave, his nosy interviewer, didn’t even have the time to nod before James picked up the call regardless. 

“Hey, hun.” James grinned, hearing his boyfriend’s voice. He lowered the volume so only he could hear it.  “James, hi!” A beat of silence. “Your voice sounds different, are you alright?”  “Oh, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” Dave’s eyes were growing wide in his curiosity. James’ eyes twitched in annoyance.  “Okay, well, I just wanted to make sure you can make it to my gala next weekend? You’ll finally get to meet my friends!” Regulus’s voice sounded a little on edge, like he thought James couldn’t make time for it in his busy schedule. Which is outrageous because that’s exactly what he drilled his assistant about when they made said schedule.  “Of course.” James quickly shut down his doubts. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”  “Okay,” Regulus made a sound and James instantly knew he was biting back a smile. “Are you busy? He asked after several beats of silence.  “I am a little occupied, yes.” James shot a glare at Dave from under his mask. “But I’ll call you when I’m home.”  “Alright. I’m gonna go have dinner with my brother now.” Reg told him.  “Have fun.” James smiled widely.  “Love you!”  “Love you too.” James replied, watching the screen as Regulus hung up. He turned back to Dave, uncrossed and recrossed his legs. “Uh, sorry, what was the question?”  “Who was that?” Dave borderline demanded, his eyes alight with curiosity and the prospect of a scoop.  Have some subtlety, at least. James smiled tightly, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” His years in media training will not go to waste.  “Yes, I would.” Dave smiled toothily, like this was some game to him. “I would like it very much.”  Well, James won’t play. “It was my mother.”  He can see the hesitancy on Dave’s face. But the man had to know he can’t call out a celebrity on a lie.  He can’t be an amateur.  “Mr. Prongs…”  Or he can.  James wished Remus was with him so could deck Dave in the face.  “Don’t you know, Dave? I’m a total mama’s boy.”  Dave laughed nervously, a retort on his lips, about to cross the fucking boundary.  “Let’s move on with the interview, shall we?” James said pleasantly, but his voice was laced with poison. “What was the next question?”  Dave cleared his throat and rearranged his notes, finally taking the hint. “Right, um. Fans are speculating about the new album you’ve been teasing, anything you can tell us about it?”  Finally, a question they had agreed upon.  James rattled off a practiced answer hinting some more to what the album is about and the style of the songs. (Mostly love songs. That’s Regulus to blame.)  Towards the end, the same question that James has had to answer in every single interview he ever had as Prongs came up.  “Why the mask?” James had a few answers ready. Imprinted in his mind forever due to the frequency of the query. He got tired of it all.  “Why not?” He replied. “You can’t fault a man for wanting to keep his public and private life separate. And I like my stag mask.”  “I understand the stage name,” Dave smiled again. James wanted to punch him oh-so badly. “But your face, Mr. Prongs.”  “Exactly. My face.” James nodded. “If I were to show it, I would lose every spec of privacy I had left. This way I can go outside and blend right in when I want to.”  “Well, you’d have some privacy left. Your mother’s calls, for example.” Dave joked. He chuckled innocently. James didn’t laugh. He was too focused on not ripping the man to shreds.  He stood up. “Oh, would you look at that! We ran out of time.” They still had five minutes to go. But James can’t bear sitting in the same room as his interviewer anymore. He’ll get shit for answering the phone anyway, might as well really piss off his publicist.  “Maybe we’ll continue in another interview.” They are not doing another interview.  Dave looked at him with hopeful mischievous eyes. James is never stepping foot in this building again.  “It was a pleasure to host you Mr. Prongs.” Dave said. “Good luck on your upcoming album.”  “Thank you.” James nearly spat the words as he stormed out.  He hated radio.

It's not coming out any time soon, if ever. But I do hope you like it. Would love to hear your thoughts!

#jegulus masked singer au #james potter is a masked singer #aka prongs #regulus black is a successful painter #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus fanfic #jegulus fanfiction #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #hp marauders #my work #my writing #my fanfiction

[epickiya722]

Bakugou 🤝 Burnin

Their weakness is a small rabbit like person who has the ability to break your neck without breaking a sweat

#them lately in my fics #other than their liking for wearing black masks and boots #and having weird fire quirks #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #kacchan #kamiji moe #moe kamiji #burnin #burnbunny #burnin x miruko #burnin x mirko #bakudeku #bkdk #🧡💣💥 #💚❤️‍🔥🧯 #miruko #mirko #usagiyama rumi #rumi usagiyama #deku #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #just kiya's thoughts #💚🐇👊 #💜🐇🌙

[padfootastic]

hey, so i've seen you lean into the cold arrogant black heir version of sirius lately, and i agree to an extent, because he was pretty intimidating and arrogant and didn't really care much about the public other than his people, but that doesn't really mean that he's this stoic, serious guy either right? he's pretty funny, definitely a troublemaker, and way too charming to stay in trouble for long. but at the same time, people know he's dangerous and should not be messed with because under all the charm, there absolutely was an element of 'fuck with me and i'll kill you'. and i know this sounds super contradictory but that's the whole point about sirius' character. he's a walking talking contradiction. he's so beautifully complex that turning him into this heir version is contradicting his entire character. what do you think? i would love to see you elaborate on this.

also, what do you think his humour is like? i've always thought of it as super sarcastic and dry. he def has a dark sense of humour, and he's so so sharp witted. anyway sorry if my ask was too long, i can talk for hours and hours about sirius.

no!!! anon no ask is too long when it’s about sirius. i can do the same (i have, in fact, done the same) it’s so valid.

i don’t think it’s such a contradiction at all, actually! i personally see sirius as this: a guy with a lot of masks, partially bc it’s been trained into him & partially bc he’s had to be. and i think he defaults to this cold, arrogant one because it’s the one he’s had longest—but around the right people, it fully melts away. the marauders and lily, yes but especially james and harry. that’s why i keep mentioning the outsider pov of it, people getting shocked when they see the difference in his behaviour. it’s why i wrote the patronus fic lolol.

i actually think that he had a lot…issues with the ‘heir’ version of himself (and yes, that’s a fanon concept i’ve absorbed entirely bc i love) because of what it represents and he tries hard to break away from it at all times. he probably went through an entire phase of teenage rebellion where he was doing everything against his family’s teachings bc it felt good. but, i love it when people can’t run away from their nature as much as they want to, so i always end up giving him some traits that basically make him hate himself looking into the mirror lmao

as for his humor, oh for sure!! this one’s definitely canon—he has a dry, sarcastic humor. (funnily, this is where i see a lot of similarities b/w him and harry for some reason) i think it can tend towards self deprecating sometimes. he’s also—hm. u can see his class in his words, and i think that might be true of his humor as well tho idk how to explain that better lol i think he’s the kind of person who’s so good at passive aggressiveness that you’ll never realise he insulted u to ur face (we have a phrase for it here—kaat ke haath mein dedi; i think sirius would be ace at that). and going off that, i do think his humor was also based on…belittling? other people. or rather, at the expense of other people in that way popular kids do sometimes. like him w the rat in swm, i think. casually cruel. a little mean.

#sirius black #sometimes i feel like i’m mean to sirius #and then i remember he’s my comfort character actually so it’s all good #i can never be mean to james tbh he’s too…paavam #but sirius? such a good character to mess around with #but like—if you’ve read my dark sirius fic—it’s kind of based on this premise of sirius and the heir being two sides of the same coin #and how he struggles with it but end of the day if he NEEDS to it’s not hard for him to wear that mask #idk i wanna okay around w it more #bc i think that balance of like. ruthlessness and tenderness is so so based #and i think sirius would really mail that #nail* #but yes. massive agree that sirius is made up of so much nuance #it’s so funny bc he genuinely gets a good well rounded characterisation lol #it’s mostly coherent too i’d say #but then She had to go and ruin it all 😔😔 #ugh anyway #come talk to me about sirius anytime anon! he’s my fav boy <3 #pen’s asks