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watermelon pyjamas | s.b

who knew watermelon pyjamas would be sirius' undoing?

words: 1.3k | sirius black x reader

genre: fluff

a/n: kind of a classic trope of "oh, oh no." also, again, a repost. so if you've seen this before, probably bc you have. (sorry if there are minor mistakes!)

Sirius didn't believe his friends when they would say he's in love with you.

“You blokes just can't appreciate our friendship.” He would defend himself.

"Mate, she's our friend too." James would reason, “You're the only one being ‘accused’” He put the last word in air quotes, showcasing the ridiculousness of Sirius' own words.

It's not as if he's never acknowledged how pretty you are. Of course he has, he'd be a fool not to. But to him, acknowledging this fact was as if he'd been asked to confirm if the sky was blue. There's no doubt about it.

Sirius would deny it in front of his friends, but it's another truth how he feels when he comes home in the evening after you've already arrived. Sometimes he would purposely be late, so he could come home to you. Opening the door is a hassle, he reasoned with himself.

But truly, the reason was you. Some days, you'd be in the kitchen in his shirts, wearing ankle high socks which made him want to squeeze you to death, he could never find a reason why. Another day, you'd be in the living room watching some other show, waiting for him to come home so you both can finally watch the show you both like. Sometimes you're fast asleep, then he can cover you with a blanket and watch you get cosy.

One day, he came home to find you doing a performance with a spatula as your mic, paying his arrival no mind, an open invitation to join. He'd taken off his shoes and joined the stage, the neighbours weren't impressed.

He likes coming home to you. He loves coming home to you. It's a foreign feeling after growing up in a house where his presence was dreaded. He would be late to come home to avoid staying there, now his reason to be late was entirely different.

On the rare occasion that he was the first one home, he'd be in the kitchen, looking to make anything you like. But he resorts to what he knows and makes some chocolate chip cookies, the most baking he's ever been successful at.

All these days, Sirius chalked up the overwhelming feeling in his heart as the change of pace in his life. How your presence has changed the meaning of certain things. That maybe he wants to fall asleep in your arms is because he's been starved of it. Maybe he wants to spoil you because he can, he wants to buy every one of his friends everything they desire. He wanted to call all of his friends angel, sweetheart, my love. But they were only ever uttered for you, but that was an (open) secret. Maybe he wants to run his hands through your hair because he was bored of his.

His reasons had stopped making sense after a while.

Today was different.

Today he couldn't find a reason for the want in his heart, the uncertainty of his hands, his flickering gaze to your lips.

Sirius had come home after a stroll on his bike. You weren't home, he thought, his usual reason. He knocked on the door, but it was already open. He felt odd, but entered the house, locking the door behind me. You were nowhere to be seen. Not on the couch, in the kitchen, or in the bedrooms. He called out for you and heard a muffled shout from the bathroom, “I'm in the shower. I'm done, actually."

He chuckled but sighed, relieved. He threw his keys on the living room table, which he realised he still held.

He pulled his hair back in a bun and took off his shoes and jacket.

He had changed into more comfortable clothes, the fatigue of the day setting in. Drying his face off the water still remaining as he entered the shared space, he stopped in his tracks.

You were drying your hair in a towel, flipping through channels with one hand. You wore light pink pyjamas, with watermelons printed on them, a simple light pink tee to match, green socks on your feet.

Sirius had stopped as if you'd been dressed up to go to some gala, with your hair done in a glamorous dress. He would've stopped in his tracks then too.

But he saw you like this, and his heart started beating erratically. His feet were forcing him forward but he kept them still, his hand still on his face. He'd like to feel the skin under your shirt, it might be cold or warm. To run his hands over your form, maybe tickle you with kisses on your neck, wrap your legs around him.

It all felt too overwhelming.

But this was all because he liked your new pyjamas, right?

Right?

Oh.

James was right.

Oh.

Oh no.

This isn't very friendly, and it hasn't been friendly for a long while, Sirius realises. Nothing Sirius feels right now is friendly. His thoughts are too far gone to be friendly, he has to make an effort to stop them from escalating.

He face-palmed, creating a ‘thump’ which caught your attention.

“Oh, hi." You smiled, nothing out of the usual.

Oh hell fucking no.

“You alright?" You ask, tilting your head which made him want to scream into his pillow.

He nodded, though he wasn't very aware of his actions.

“Are you sure? You've been standing there with your hand on your face and staring. I thought you became a statue.” You said laughingly, shooting him a mock suspicious look before turning towards the TV, again.

Sirius didn't take the hand off his face to hide his warm blushing face, which has definitely gotten red. How will he explain why he was red in the face while the water still hasn't dried off?

“New pyjamas?" He asks, his voice quieter than usual. He felt if he spoke too loud he'd give it away.

Your face lit up and Sirius debated whether he loved that or hated it, because it was a stark reminder of what he's been in denial of.

“Yes! Do you like ‘em?" You ask, stretching a little part of your pants like it's a dress. I should be stretching those pants, he shakes off the thought. He doesn't even know what he means.

“Yeah, they're cute." Sirius pauses, “Really cute." You look so fucking cute it's driving me insane, he thinks, but he keeps that part of himself.

Your grin gets wider, if that's possible, “Thanks." You say shyly, little droplets falling off your hair, which made the back of your t-shirt wet. Sirius wanted to dry your hair off himself, you should just sit there, looking pretty.

Sirius felt like this was it, this is where he dies. He's gonna stand there, and have a heart attack with how much he's panicking.

A ringing sound broke his trance, he realised it was your phone.

“Ugh, who's calling now?" You complain, before going to your room to talk.

Sirius walks himself to the couch and sits down, still reeling from the onslaught of emotions.

He bent down, elbows resting on his knees as he hid his face in his hands.

Sirius had been in denial, coming up with nonsensical reasons to his thoughts. He had thrown away the stray thoughts of his mind, brushed off the fleeting thoughts of your lips on his, his on yours, your jaw, your hands. The feel of your hands running through his hair, the consistent want to be near you. He could never find a reason for them, so he just avoided them.

He avoided them too often to his liking.

He laughed, at his own stupidity and possibly on how pathetic he was. All this time, he'd been avoiding his own reality, and it only took some watermelon themed pyjamas to bring him to his senses.It made sense, he realised.

Sirius Black was in love with you. This time he'd blame watermelons for the yearning in his chest. But he knows better now.

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Sirius black x reader set during the order of the Phoenix

Birthday cake

The creak of the floorboards echoed beneath your feet as you stepped into the dim kitchen of Grimmauld Place, the scent of sugar and butter still lingering in the air. You set the cake down gently, the flickering candle shaped like the number 35 glowing warmly in the darkened room.

Sirius stood at the door, leaning against the frame with arms crossed, hair longer, darker, wilder than it used to be. His eyes those stormy grey eyes you used to know so well watched you with quiet intensity. He looked older, worn down, shadows carved deep beneath his eyes, but he was still him.

"You baked me a cake," he said softly, voice rough like gravel, yet amused.

"You always liked chocolate," you replied, turning to face him fully. “Seemed only fair.”

His lips twitched into something close to a smile. “Fourteen years and you still remember that?”

You shrugged, feigning casual, but your heart was sprinting. “Hard to forget the man I spent my entire seventh year sneaking into broom closets with.”

He let out a soft huff of laughter, stepping further into the kitchen. “Was it just the broom closets?” he asked, his voice dropping a note lower, flirtation simmering beneath the surface.

You smiled, fingers toying with the edge of the countertop. “Also the Astronomy Tower. That old classroom near the greenhouses. Oh, and once behind McGonagall’s office.”

Sirius grinned, and for a second, you saw the boy he used to be flash through the man in front of you.

Then silence.

“I missed you,” he said, suddenly quiet, almost hesitant. “Fourteen bloody years. I thought about you every day in that cell. Drove myself mad wondering if you’d moved on.”

You met his gaze. “I didn’t.”

“I’m not the same person anymore. I’m broken a little bit”

You nodded. “So am I.”

Another silence passed between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy with things unsaid, with memories, with heat. The candle flickered again, casting dancing shadows on his face as he stepped closer still, until only inches separated you.

“Make a wish, Black,” you whispered, voice catching in your throat.

Sirius didn’t look away. “Already did.”

Then he blew out the candle.

The kitchen darkened for a moment, then he kissed you. Slow, heated, like a man starved for something soft. You melted into it, one hand fisting the fabric of his shirt while the other tangled in his hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, strong and desperate.

It wasn’t like it used to be this wasn’t reckless youth. This was older, rawer, deeper. A kiss forged in longing and tempered by years lost. You gasped softly as his lips found the curve of your neck, and he pulled you flush against him, body humming with want.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispered against your skin.

“You didn’t,” you murmured back, pressing your forehead to his. “I was just waiting for you to come home.”

His breath hitched. “Let me stay this time.”

You nodded, smile trembling as you kissed him again. “Only if I get to stay too.”

The candle flickered again from the counter as you stood in the quiet kitchen, arms wrapped around each other like the world hadn’t fallen apart, like fourteen years hadn't passed.

Sirius kissed you once more, softer this time, like a promise.

“Happy birthday,” you whispered.

He rested his forehead against yours. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

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Sirius Black x reader

Protective

You had always been on good terms with the Marauders. They were loud, mischievous, and sometimes insufferable, but they were also kind, loyal, and fiercely protective of their own. And ever since James and Lily had started dating, you had found yourself spending even more time with them.

James was constantly off with Lily, and Remus had his nose buried in books more often than not and Peter had his own stuff going on. That left you with Sirius Black.

Sirius, with his easy grin and effortless charm, who had somehow become your closest companion. He flirted oh, he flirted relentlessly but he was also something more. He looked out for you in ways that made your heart stutter. Pulling you closer in crowded hallways, making sure you never walked alone at night, sending glares at anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way.

You weren’t stupid. You knew what was happening. You knew what it meant when your heart raced at his touch, when his laughter felt like sunlight warming your skin. But you also knew what kind of man Sirius was restless, untamed. He wasn’t meant for one person.

Or so you thought.

It happened in the Great Hall.

You and Sirius had been walking to your usual spot at the Gryffindor table when someone sneered, “Filthy Mudblood.”

The word cut through the air like a knife.

For a second, you froze. You had heard it before, of course. The world wasn’t kind to people like you. But it never stopped stinging, never stopped feeling like something vile seeping into your bones.

Sirius, however, didn’t freeze.

He spun so fast that his robes whipped around him, grabbing the front of the Slytherin’s robes before you could blink. His voice was low, dangerous, and his grey eyes were darker than you had ever seen them.

“You say that again,” he growled, “and you won’t have a tongue left to speak with.”

The Slytherin laughed, but it was nervous. “Touched a nerve, Black?”

Sirius slammed him against the table. Hard. Gasps echoed around the hall. “You think this is a joke?” he snapped. “You think you can just throw around that word like it means nothing? People like you are the reason there’s a war coming.”

“Mr. Black!” McGonagall’s voice rang across the hall, sharp and disapproving. “That is quite enough.”

Sirius let go, shoving the Slytherin back before he stalked out of the hall, jaw tight.

You didn’t hesitate. You ran after him.

You found him by the Black Lake, fists clenched, shoulders tense.

“Sirius”

“I don’t care,” he interrupted, not looking at you. “I don’t care that I got in trouble. I don’t care if McGonagall gives me detention for a month. I don’t care about any of it.”

You swallowed, stepping closer. “I just I don’t want you to get hurt or in trouble because of me.”

At that, he turned to you, frustration and something else something raw-burning in his gaze.

“Well, I love you,” he said, voice thick with emotion, “and I will always defend you. It might just be a word to you, but people have actual hatred, and they will hurt you. There’s a war, and I need to protect you because I love you.”

The world stilled.

Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs. You searched his face, but there was no trace of his usual teasing grin, no hint of a joke. Just sincerity. Just love.

“Sirius”

And then he kissed you.

His hands cupped your face, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you close. His lips were warm and urgent, pouring every ounce of his emotions into the kiss his fear, his devotion, his love.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, you pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

Sirius let out a breath, a mix of relief and something else something lighter, freer. Then he grinned, the Sirius Black you knew slipping back into place.

“Well, good,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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James Potter x reader: After the Match

The Gryffindor common room was alight with celebration. Laughter rang through the air, butterbeer bottles clinked together in cheers, and the warm glow of the fireplace cast flickering golden light over the crowd of victorious Quidditch players and their jubilant housemates

You sat in the corner, nursing a warm butterbeer, your fingers idly tracing patterns on the rim of the mug. Your heart pounded from more than just the post-match thrill. You had spent far too long pining for James Potter, only to convince yourself it was futile. He was charming, confident, and larger than life, always throwing himself into the center of attention.

And you? You preferred the edges of the room, observing rather than basking in the spotlight. Worst of all, you were convinced his heart belonged to Lily Evans. Everyone thought so. He had chased after her for years—hadn’t he?

“Your being ridiculous you know”

You turned to find Marlene McKinnon, your best friend smirking at you from beside Sirius, who was dramatically draping himself over the couch.

“She really is,” Remus agreed, leaning in. “You act like James doesn’t have heart eyes for you every time you so much as breathe near him.”

Your cheeks warmed instantly. “That’s not true.”

“Oh, but it is,” Peter added, nodding. “You just don’t see it.”

“Or you refuse to see it,” Marlene corrected. “Honestly, if you were paying attention, you’d notice how often he talks about you. Or how he always finds a reason to sit next to you in class. Or how he nearly falls off his broom when you smile at him.”

You shook your head, clutching your butterbeer. “But Lily”

Sirius groaned loudly, flopping back against the couch. “Merlin’s beard, Lily Evans is old news. James got over her ages ago. It’s you he wants. Has been for years.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. Could that really be true? Before you could fully process it, the room erupted into cheers.

James had entered, still in his Quidditch gear, hair windswept and golden under the flickering common room lights. His hazel eyes scanned the crowd, searching until they landed on you.

Something in his expression softened.

Then, before you could react, he strode across the room with that effortless confidence of his, closing the distance between you in mere seconds.

“Oi, sweetheart,” he breathed, grinning. “Did you see that match?”

You nodded, your voice stuck in your throat.Still trying to process the fact that he was flirting with you and using a cute nickname.

Before you could respond, James’s smile softened. “Thought of you the whole time, you know.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly looking almost nervous. “You’re always in the stands, watching,” he murmured. “Dunno, I guess I just wanted to impress you.”

Your stomach flipped.

Behind you, you could hear Sirius muttering, “About bloody time.”

James shot him a glare before turning his attention back to you. “Can I tell you something?”

You nodded, unable to trust your voice.

He exhaled. “I’ve liked you for a long time. Since fifth year, maybe even before that.” He laughed, shaking his head. “And I tried everything to get you to notice. But you”He huffed, nudging you lightly. “You always looked away.”

Your heart was pounding so loudly you could barely think. “I I thought you liked Lily.”

James blinked, then groaned. “Evans? No. That was a stupid schoolboy crush. But you”He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “You’re the one I’ve always wanted.”

You felt dizzy. Was this really happening?

“Do you do you really mean that?” you whispered.

James let out a breathless laugh, then grinned. “Guess I’ll have to prove it, won’t I?”

Then, suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you, and before you knew it, James had lifted you clean off your feet. A gasp left your lips as he spun you around, the world blurring in a golden haze of joy and warmth.

The common room exploded with cheers and whistles, but you barely heard them. Because James was looking at you—really looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

And then, without hesitation, he kissed you.

His lips were warm, sure, and full of everything he’d been waiting to say for years. The roar of the common room faded into nothingness as you melted into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his Quidditch robes.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, a breathless chuckle escaping him.

“Took you long enough to figure it out,” he murmured, his voice laced with affection.

Your lips parted in surprise. “You”

“I’ve been in love with you since fifth year,” he admitted, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

Your heart threatened to burst from your chest.

Sirius whooped from the sidelines. “Finally!”

Marlene elbowed Remus. “Told you this would happen after the match.”

You barely registered their teasing. All you could focus on was James his smile, the warmth of his hands, the sheer adoration in his eyes.

Maybe, just maybe, you had been wrong all along.

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Remus Lupin x reader- Set during the order of the Phoenix

Sleep

The war weighed on everyone, but she seemed to carry it the most. Remus noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped, the quiet sighs she didn’t think anyone could hear. She was always working running messages, tending to the wounded, making sure everyone had what they needed. It was admirable, but it worried him.

“Have you slept at all?” he asked softly one evening, his voice barely carrying over the dim candlelight of Grimmauld Place’s kitchen.

She huffed a quiet laugh, rubbing at her temples. “Sleep is a luxury these days.”

Remus frowned. He wanted to argue, to tell her she needed to rest, that pushing herself like this wouldn’t help anyone in the long run. But he knew what it was like to feel the weight of responsibility, to think that if you let yourself stop for even a moment, everything might fall apart.

So instead of lecturing her, he simply stayed.

Over the weeks, that became their unspoken routine. After meetings, when the rest of the Order drifted off to stolen moments of sleep or hushed conversations, they remained behind. Sometimes they talked. Other times, they sat in silence, sharing the kind of quiet that didn’t need to be filled.

Tonight was no different.

Remus sat beside her on the worn couch in the drawing room, his book resting forgotten in his lap. She had started reading, too, but her head was dipping lower, her blinks growing longer. He watched, amused and concerned, as she fought the losing battle against exhaustion.

“Just rest,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. “I’m here.”

She hesitated for only a moment before leaning into him, her head coming to rest against his shoulder.

Remus froze. His breath hitched. He had spent years hiding the way he felt about her burying it beneath duty and self-restraint. But now, with the warmth of her against him, the soft rise and fall of her breathing evening out, he let himself savor it, just for a moment.

He shifted slightly, adjusting so she could be more comfortable, and before he knew it, the exhaustion caught up to him, too. His eyes fluttered shut, and he drifted into a rare, peaceful sleep.

Neither of them noticed when Sirius found them like that.

Standing in the doorway, his usual smirk softened into something almost fond. He didn’t say anything, didn’t make a joke about it though he certainly would later. Instead, he grabbed a blanket from a nearby chair and draped it over them.

“About time,” he muttered, shaking his head before slipping out of the room, leaving them to the quiet safety of sleep.

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Master list: ( Request Opened)

Marauders era:

Sirius black:

Alive

Caught

Study partners

Remus Lupin:

Potions

Sleep

James Potter:

Nap

After the match

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Sirius Black x Reader

Context: You and Sirius get paired up as study partners and end up falling for each other

When Professor McGonagall paired you up as study partners for the year, you assumed it was some cruel joke. Sirius Black was everything you weren’t loud, reckless, and effortlessly charming. You, on the other hand, preferred to keep to yourself, only speaking when necessary.

At first, you dreaded your study sessions. Sirius had a reputation, and you weren’t about to fall for his smooth words like every other girl at Hogwarts. But to your surprise, he showed upon time, parchment and quill in hand, ready to work.

Of course, that didn’t mean he took things entirely seriously.

“Alright, love, explain this one to me again,” he said one evening, his voice dripping with amusement as he twirled his quill between his fingers. “What’s the point of knowing about moon phases if we’re not all planning to turn into werewolves?”

You rolled your eyes but fought the smile threatening to appear. “It’s basic Astronomy, Sirius. And no, not everything is about werewolves.”

“You wound me,” he gasped dramatically, hand over his heart. “I thought we had something special.”

“You say that to everyone.”

That was the thing about Sirius he flirted like it was second nature. You’d long since convinced yourself that it was just who he was, not anything directed toward you specifically.

But if that were true, why did his teasing feel different lately? Why did his touches linger longer? Why did he watch you when he thought you weren’t looking?

As the months passed, you found yourself looking forward to your time together. You’d never admit it, but Sirius was surprisingly clever. He had a way of explaining things that made even the dullest subjects entertaining. And despite his constant attempts to distract you, he never let you fall behind.

One evening, you were both hunched over a Transfiguration textbook when he nudged your arm. “You never talk much about your family.”

You hesitated. Being Muggle-born wasn’t something you were ashamed of, but it wasn’t something people like the Blacks usually took kindly to. “Not much to say, really.”

Sirius tilted his head. “No annoying siblings? No overbearing parents?”

“Just a normal family. They don’t really get this whole magic thing, but they try.”

He was quiet for a moment, something rare for him. “Must be nice,” he said softly, almost like he envied it.

You glanced at him, at the guarded look in his usually bright grey eyes. You knew about his family how different he was from them. Maybe that’s why he didn’t scare you like he used to.

“You’re not like them,” you said quietly.

He huffed out a breathy laugh, but there was no humor in it. “And yet, I have their last name.”

“Names don’t define people.”

Something in the way he looked at you made your stomach flip. It was different from all the teasing, all the winks and grins he threw at others in the corridors. This was real.

It was weeks later when everything finally clicked. You were walking back from the library when Sirius stopped suddenly.

“I need to ask you something,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck a rare show of nervousness.

You raised a brow. “Alright?”

“Do you actually think I flirt with everyone?”

You blinked. “I mean don’t you?”

He let out a frustrated sigh. “Bloody hell, I thought you were the clever one.” Before you could protest, he stepped closer, his voice lower, gentler. “It’s different with you.”

Your heart pounded. “Sirius”

“I like you,” he admitted, and for once, there was no smirk, no playful lilt to his voice. Just sincerity. “I’ve liked you all year, probably longer.”

You searched his face for any hint of a joke, but there was none.

“You’re serious?” you finally asked.

He groaned. “Merlin, not you too—”

You laughed, and before you could lose your nerve, you reached for his hand, threading your fingers through his. His eyes widened in surprise before he squeezed your hand in return.

“Alright, Black,” you said, smiling. “I guess I like you too.”

His grin was bright enough to rival the stars.

••

The library had always been a place of quiet for you. A sanctuary where you could focus, where the rest of the world faded away.

That was before Sirius Black.

Now, the library was stolen glances, soft laughter muffled behind open textbooks, the warmth of his knee brushing against yours under the table. It was the way he sat closer than necessary, how his cologne something warm and wild, like leather and cedar wrapped around you, making it impossible to concentrate.

It was the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing worth studying.

Tonight, the library was nearly empty, the soft glow of lanterns flickering against the high stone walls. It was late later than you probably should have been up but neither of you had moved.

Sirius had abandoned his textbook entirely, his chin resting on his hand as he watched you.

“Are you actually going to study,” you murmured, eyes on your parchment, “or just stare at me all night?”

“Staring is much more interesting,” he admitted, his voice a low hum.

You felt warmth creep up your neck but kept your eyes firmly on your notes. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you keep me around.”

Before you could reply, he reached over, his fingers brushing yours as he plucked the quill from your hand. The touch sent a shiver up your spine.

“Sirius”

“You think too much,” he said softly, his fingers tracing over your palm before lacing them with yours. “I can see you thinking.”

Your breath caught as he turned your hand over, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“And what am I thinking?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“That this is too good to be real.” His voice was softer now, more serious. “That I’ll wake up tomorrow and forget about you.”

You swallowed hard because yes, those thoughts had crept in more than once.

Sirius exhaled, his other hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered at your cheek, warm and steady.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured. “I chose you. I keep choosing you.”

Your heart pounded.

Slowly, hesitantly, you reached up, your fingers curling into the front of his shirt. He stilled, watching you, waiting.

“I think about you all the time,” you admitted, voice trembling. “It scares me.”

Sirius let out a breath, his forehead dipping to rest against yours. “Me too.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The world outside didn’t exist just the two of you, the flickering candlelight, and the space between you growing smaller, smaller, until

His lips brushed against yours, soft and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.

You melted into him, fingers twisting in his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his hand tilting your chin up. He tasted like peppermint and mischief, like the promise of something you hadn’t dared to hope for.

When you finally pulled apart, his thumb traced your cheek, his gaze flickering over your face as if committing every detail to memory.

“Still think I’m just flirting with you for fun?” he asked, voice rough.

You smiled, breathless. “No.”

His grin was bright, boyish, completely Sirius.

“Good,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. “Because I plan on kissing you a lot more.”

And for once, you didn’t overthink it.

You just let yourself fall.

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Remus Lupin x reader: Set around Half blood prince

Warning: steamy but nothing crazy

Remus has always loved her. They have grown close over the last year but he always pulls away as he thinks she deserves better.

•••

The war cast a long shadow over the world, but in the quiet moments between missions and strategy meetings, you had found solace in the company of Remus Lupin. You had known him for years, but lately, something had shifted. The way he looked at you lingered a little longer. The warmth in his voice softened whenever he spoke your name.

And, despite everything—despite the war, despite the burden he carried—your heart had begun to race whenever he was near.

You were a healer, working closely with the Order, tending to the wounded, offering what little comfort you could in a world that seemed to be unraveling. But it wasn’t just the fighters who needed healing. It was him. The man who never asked for anything. The man who always put others before himself, who carried the weight of his affliction like a punishment he thought he deserved.

It had taken time, but you had gotten him to trust you. To let you tend to his wounds after full moons, to accept the potions you brewed with careful hands. And somewhere along the way, you had fallen for him.

And tonight, under the flickering candlelight of his small cottage home, you had decided it was time he knew.

“You should rest,” you murmured, pressing a fresh bandage to the claw marks along his ribs. His skin was warm beneath your touch, marred with old scars and new wounds alike.

Remus let out a quiet breath, his head leaning back against the chair. “I’ll be fine.”

“You always say that,” you chided softly, smoothing your fingers along the edges of the bandage. “And yet, I always find you like this.”

A wry chuckle escaped him. “Old habits.”

Your hands stilled against his chest, heart pounding. “Remus,you don’t have to do this alone.”

He opened his eyes then, weary and filled with something you couldn’t quite name. “I”He hesitated, the words dying on his tongue.

“You pull away,” you continued, voice barely above a whisper. “You hold everyone at arm’s length, but I see you, Remus. I see the way you take care of everyone but yourself. And I care about you.”

The room was too quiet, the air thick between you.

“You shouldn’t,” he said finally. His voice was rough, strained. “You deserve someone whole, someone without—”

“I don’t want someone else.” You swallowed hard, fingers tightening where they rested against his chest. “I want you.”

Remus inhaled sharply, his resolve cracking. “You don’t understand”

“I do.” You shifted closer, your knees brushing his. “You think you have to protect me from yourself. But you don’t. I know what you are, and I don’t care. I see you, Remus Lupin, all of you. And I want to be with you.”

His breath hitched. His hands twitched at his sides, as though resisting the urge to reach for you.

“You deserve more,” he murmured.

“I deserve the man I love.”

His entire body went still.

And then, as if something inside him finally broke, he surged forward. His hands came up to cradle your face, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. It was desperate, aching, years of unspoken words and repressed longing pouring into the way he held you.

You gasped against his lips, fingers tangling in his shirt as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against yours, warmth searing into your skin. He tasted like firewhiskey and something inherently him, something that made your heart ache and your body tremble.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged.

“I’ve loved you for so long,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “But I was too afraid to say it.”

A slow smile curved your lips as you traced your fingers along his jaw. “Then don’t be afraid anymore.”

And as he pulled you into his arms again, kissing you like he was memorizing the feel of you, Remus Lupin finally let himself believe that maybe—just maybehe wasn’t meant to be alone after all.

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Request’s opened.

Hey I decided to open request on here. Mostly just for the Harry Potter fandom for now.

I won’t write smut but I can write steamy scenes but it would have to be post Hogwarts and obviously 18+

Mostly the Harry Potter Era and Marauder’s era as it’s what I’m most knowledgeable in.

Just send me a little description of what you want it to be about and I’ll do my best to follow the request. Please be specific. If there’s anything that I’m not comfortable with in the request I won’t write it but I’ll let you know.

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James potter x reader

The thing about Hogwarts was that it was easy to be two different people. In class, you were confident hand always raised, voice steady, not afraid to challenge even McGonagall when you were certain you were right. But outside the structured world of lessons and textbooks, where people spoke in jokes and easy camaraderie, you faltered.

You weren’t shy, exactly. Just awkward. Coversations never seemed to flow the way they did for others, especially when James Potter was involved.

Which was unfortunate, considering James Potter had decided today was the day he was going to talk to you.

"Blimey, you were on fire in Transfiguration," James said, plopping down beside you in the common room. His hair was as messy as ever, glasses slightly askew from where he'd shoved them up his nose. "Even McGonagall looked impressed."

Your stomach twisted. "Ohum. Thanks?"

Brilliant. One word. Very compelling.

James, of course, didn’t seem to notice your internal struggle. "I swear, if I had half your focus, I'd be top of the class." He stretched his arms out, slumping back against the couch. "Well, second to Evans, obviously."

You laughed softly—an actual laugh, not the awkward chuckle you sometimes gave when you didn't know what else to do. "You'd have to stop doodling Quidditch plays in your notes first."

James gasped, mock-offended. "You wound me. Those plays are works of strategic genius."

Rolling your eyes, you shifted slightly, hands resting in your lap. Talking about academics was fine. It was the other part the casual, social part that tripped you up.

The conversation lulled, and you bit your lip, feeling the pressure to fill the silence. Before you could think of something to say, James let out a long sigh, stretching again before letting his head fall against your shoulder.

You froze.

James Potter was asleep. On your shoulder.

His weight was warm, grounding, and entirely unexpected. His breaths evened out, ruffling a loose strand of your hair. The common room bustled around you, but it felt distant, like you and James were in a pocket of quiet.

You should move. Should shake him awake, laugh it off. But for once, you didn’t overthink it.

Instead, you let yourself sit there, still and steady, as James Potter charming, boisterous, endlessly confident James Potterslept peacefully against you.

The common room buzzed around you, but James was dead to the world, his head warm and solid against your shoulder. You weren’t sure what to do—what did one do when James Potter, Quidditch star and Hogwarts’ most effortlessly charming student, decided your shoulder was a perfectly acceptable pillow?

Panic? Wake him? Run?

You did none of the above.

Instead, you sat there, spine rigid, as your mind raced. What did this mean? Had he just been that exhausted? Or no, stop, you were overthinking it. Again. It was just a nap. People fell asleep in the common room all the time.

Except they didn’t usually do it on you.

After what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, Sirius Black strolled by, stopped, and grinned like he'd been handed front-row seats to the greatest show on Earth.

“Well, well, well," he drawled, crouching to your level. "Didn’t realize you’d taken up a side gig as James’ personal headrest."

Your cheeks burned. "He just… fell asleep."

Sirius smirked. "Mhm. Sure."

James shifted slightly, murmuring something unintelligible. His glasses had slid halfway down his nose, and without thinking, you carefully nudged them back into place. Sirius’ smirk deepened.

"I like this," he mused. "You should keep him."

Your brain short-circuited. "What?"

"You know, as a pet. Like a very needy, very loud golden retriever."

"I hate you," you muttered, but there was no real venom in it.

Sirius chuckled and ruffled James' hair before standing. "Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Just try not to scar the poor bloke when he wakes up, yeah?" He winked and sauntered off.

You exhaled slowly, staring at the flickering fire in front of you. Your heartbeat had not slowed. James was still leaning against you, oblivious to your internal crisis.

And then, in a voice rough with sleep, he muttered, "You’re comfy."

Your breath caught. "What?"

James shifted again, eyes still closed, a lazy grin on his lips. "S’nice. You should let me nap on you more often."

Your brain stalled completely.

James Potter wanted to nap on you. More often.

You were never going to survive this.

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I wrote this because I started a new job and it’s been a bit rough starting.

Remus Lupin x reader

Set after Hogwarts

You slam the heavy ledger shut with a frustrated sigh, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes. Numbers and instructions swirl in your mind, all jumbled, all wrong. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve messed up today memos sent to the wrong department, calculations scribbled incorrectly, potion inventory mixed up.

You never wanted this job. It’s just a means to an end, a way to pay rent and put food on the table while you figure out what you actually want to do. But at this rate, you’re not even sure how long they’ll keep you on.

The familiar creak of your flat’s front door opening barely registers. You know it’s Remus. He always lets himself in without knocking, something he started doing back at Hogwarts and never stopped.

"Love?" His voice is gentle, careful, like he already knows something’s wrong.

You don’t answer, just rest your forehead against the desk with a groan. He crosses the room in a few strides, placing a warm hand on your shoulder.

"Rough day?" he guesses.

You let out a humorless laugh. "Try disastrous."

Remus slides onto the chair beside you, his touch never leaving your skin. "Tell me what happened."

You shake your head. "I keep messing up. It’s like no matter how hard I try, I just don’t get it. And I hate it. It’s boring, it’s tedious, and I feel like I’m not even good at it."

His fingers trace slow circles over your back, grounding you. "That’s because it’s not what you love," he murmurs. "You’re doing this for the money, not because it fulfills you. It’s natural to struggle when your heart’s not in it."

You sigh, leaning into his touch. "That doesn’t change the fact that I have to do it. I don’t have the luxury of quitting just because it’s hard."

“I know," he says softly. "But that doesn’t mean you have to be perfect at it. You’re learning. And making mistakes… that doesn’t mean you’re failing."

You close your eyes, exhaling slowly. "It feels like failing."

Remus shifts closer, guiding you until your head rests against his shoulder. "Then let me remind you that it’s not. You’re one of the most capable, brilliant people I know. A job like this can’t change that."

The warmth of his words seeps into you, soothing the tight knot of frustration in your chest. "You always know what to say."

He hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "It’s because I know you."

For the first time that evening, you let yourself believe him.

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Remus Lupin x Reader

Set during seventh year at Hogwarts.

The dungeons were cool and dimly lit, the only warmth coming from the softly bubbling cauldrons lining the room. You perched on your stool, chin in your hand, watching Remus Lupin with an amused smile as he glared at his potion as if sheer force of will might fix whatever disaster was brewing.

“Remus,” you sing-songed, nudging his arm with your elbow, “I don’t think intimidation is an approved potion-making method.”

He let out a long-suffering sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not my fault Potions and I have a mutual hatred for each other.”

You giggled, leaning closer to peer into his cauldron. The murky, sludge-like mixture inside made you wince. “Okay, let’s assess the damage. Did you at least stir the asphodel in correctly?”

Remus hesitated. “That depends. What’s the correct way?”

You gasped dramatically. “Remus! Clockwise three times, then counterclockwise!”

His expression was both sheepish and exasperated. “You expect me to remember all these ridiculous little steps?”

“Well, yes, that is the point of following a recipe,” you teased. Without waiting for him to protest, you grabbed his ladle and guided his hand. “Here, like this. See?”

Remus stiffened slightly at the unexpected closeness, but he didn’t pull away. Your hand was warm against his, your fingers delicate but confident as you led him through the motions. He swallowed hard, focusing very intently on the potion rather than the fact that you were practically pressed against his side.

“You’re good at this,” he murmured after a moment.

“Potions?” You grinned up at him, your noses almost touching. “Or guiding hopeless cases?”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Both, apparently.”

You laughed too, your fingers still loosely curled around his. “You just need to stop second-guessing yourself. Potions are like dancing! You have to trust your instincts and let it flow.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You think I dance?”

You gasped. “You don’t?”

His lips twitched. “Not exactly a priority of mine.”

“Well, we’ll just have to fix that,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “I’ll teach you—maybe at the next Hogsmeade weekend.”

Remus blinked, caught off guard. “Are you asking me out?”

You bit your lip, pretending to ponder. “Hmm… Well, that depends. Will you say yes?”

Something warm bloomed in his chest, spreading through him like the best kind of potion—slow, steady, and undeniably potent.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his voice softer now.

You tilted your head, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second. “Then maybe I’ll be asking.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The dungeon, the bubbling cauldrons, the sound of Slughorn’s voice somewhere in the background—it all faded. There was only the quiet space between you, the warmth of your hand still over his, and the unspoken thing hanging in the air.

And then

“Oi, Moony!” Sirius’s voice rang out from across the room. “You finally brewing love potions over there?”

Remus groaned, reluctantly pulling away as your laughter bubbled up like a perfectly crafted potion. He glared at Sirius, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat, while James waggled his eyebrows beside him.

You, however, were completely unbothered. If anything, you leaned in close to whisper, “If I was making a love potion, you wouldn’t need it.”

Remus turned bright red, and you only laughed harder.

Maybe Potions wasn’t so bad after all.

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Hello! Congrats on 800! Can I request a 🌾 for Sirius.

Basically Sirius being in love with James' little sister (Potter!reader) and he's a softie around her so the marauders making fun of him for being a simp but he denies his feelings until jealousy swoops in when he sees her with another guy or something?. Idk lol go crazy with this trope that's all I have to say.

tada! sorry it’s so late, i hope this is alright! thanks so much for requesting <3

"You're looking at her again," Remus said lightly, turning a page in his novel.

"I am not," Sirius said, furiously averting his eyes from you.

James scowled. "He was."

"And how would you know, Remus? You haven't picked your head up in hours. It's a party!"

"Don't need to pick my head up. You're infatuated."

"Grow up," Sirius said.

"Take your own advice. Couldn't you fancy literally anybody else?" James said testily, circling his glass, drink teasing the rim.

"I don't fancy he- hi, Y/N!"

You smiled softly as you approached, glancing between each of the marauders in turn. "Evening, boys. How are you all? Sirius?" you asked, turning to face him head on. He melted under your eyes.

"Great, yeah, brilliant. How are you?"

You nodded, though you seemed a little unhappy. "I'm good."

"You sure, princess?"

James made a sound like he was being choked. Sirius ignored this, giving you a reassuring smile.

You sat down heavily on the sofa armchair beside him. "Tired. What about you, Remus?"

Remus smiled and looked up from his book, finally. "Great."

"Oh, good," you leaned into the sofa, your arm at Sirius' shoulder. "Jamesie?"

"I'm fine, you harlot. What's wrong with you, anyways?"

"Nothing!" you protested, fingers running along the fabric of Sirius' shirt, tracing the creases.

"Boy troubles?" Sirius asked quietly, trying to contain a shiver at the feeling of your fingertips on his soft shirt. You snorted, scratching his arm with your nail delicately.

"No. Lack of boy troubles, probably... Sorry, James, you don't want to hear it."

"I absolutely don't," he agreed.

"I do. Let's hear it," Sirius said, ignoring Remus' pointed you will hurt your own feelings glance.

"I just… I thought maybe Ben would come tonight," Ben was your on again, off again fling.

"There's still time, it's early," Sirius said.

You picked at a stray thread on his shoulder. "I don't know, it's stupid. I don't know if I actually want him to come. There doesn't seem to be much of anything between us these days."

"Good!" James said happily, sipping at his beer. "Fuck that guy."

"James," Remus scolded.

"What? He's an arse. You can do better, dearest sister. After you get me another beer," James said impishly.

You groaned, using Sirius' shoulder to climb up from your perch.

"You don't have to do that, Y/N," Sirius said.

You shrugged. "I want one myself anyways. Thanks, guys," you said, making for the drinks table.

“I can’t believe you fancy my little sister.”

“I don’t, Prongs. For fucks sake.”

Remus laughed quietly to himself. Sirius frowned. “Fuck you too, Moony.”

“‘You sure, princess?’ Oh, I could just projectile vomit where I stand,” James imitated his friend, before dramatically keeling over.

“You’re sitting,” Remus said, laughing loudly now.

“Pads understood the sentiment.”

Sirius blessed his best mates with the bird, sinking down into the sofa in a sulk. He didn’t fancy you. He was attracted to you in the way people usually were - you were lovely, soft-skinned with shining hair, a vision in multicolour. He’d have thought not being attracted to you would’ve been the less believable situation.

“There’s no shame in being whipped for a woman. I myself have been whipped for women in the past, and continue to be whipped for a woman as we speak,” James babbled. “That being said, literally any other woman would do. She’s my sister, and you’re my brother, and that’s literally incest.”

Sirius wrinkled his nose in disgust. Remus responded in turn, moving his leg to dig his foot nastily into James’ side. “You freak. That’s hardly the reality here.”

“You’re vile,” Sirius said, though he was laughing, “and Remus is right. You’re delusional.”

“You’re delusional if you truly believe you’re not infatuated with her,” Remus said.

“Who’s side are you on?” Sirius asked, though he knew Remus was never on anybody's side - he was justly fair.

“Look! If you don’t like her, you won’t mind that her boyfriend’s here.”

James gestured over Sirius' shoulder. He whipped around, heart in his mouth, to see that Ben had in fact decided to come, and had commandeered your attention. You giggled at something he said, the sound a song, and it made his stomach roil.

“I’m indifferent,” Sirius said decidedly, though he couldn’t look away as you pressed your hand to your neck, grinning like a kid at Christmas. “I’m happy for her.”

“She doesn’t even like him these days,” Remus said encouragingly. “Go save her.”

“She doesn’t need saving,” James protested.

“Go steal her,” Remus amended.

“She’s not an object,” Sirius murmured, getting to his feet without thinking.

“And get my drink while you’re at it,” James called, as Sirius walked away, towards you, towards your tinkling laugh and sunny smile.

He found himself standing a half foot away from you and your not-boyfriend with nothing to say, floundering for words.

You threw him a rope instantly, eyes sliding to his. “Hey, Sirius. I forgot his drink, didn’t I?”

“He’s feeling spoiled today.”

You rolled your eyes. “Isn’t he always?”

“Only on days ending with Y,” he said. He winced as soon as it came out of his mouth, though you laughed like it was the funniest thing you’d ever heard.

“Oh, he’s the worst. Let him get his own drink and stay here with me,” you said, eyes bright.

Your not-boyfriend cleared his throat, looking at you expectantly. Sirius could feel himself about to say something rude when you said, “Ah, sorry, Ben. You’ll excuse us?” and pulled Sirius off to the drinks table.

He squeezed your hand in his, looking down at it between you both with something like wonder.

Oh, he thought to himself, I do fancy her.

“What are you drinking?” you asked him, stopped at the cider.

“I was thinking - you?” he asked, suddenly struck by a white-hot confidence, drawing strength from your lovely hand in his.

You grinned. “That could be arranged.”

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Sirius Black x reader

Set during the order of the Phoenix.

Context: Sirius believed that she died all those years ago but she didn’t.

••

The first time Sirius saw you again, he thought he was hallucinating.

It had been fourteen years. Fourteen years of believing you were dead, of carrying the guilt of your supposed sacrifice like an iron weight around his neck. And yet, here you were, standing in the dimly lit drawing room of 12 Grimmauld Place, flipping through a medical journal like it was just another day.

Remus had warned him had pulled him aside moments before the meeting started and whispered, "She's alive, Sirius." He hadn’t believed it. Couldn’t. But then he walked in, and there you were.

Your head lifted at the sound of approaching footsteps, and for a moment, the entire world stopped.

“Sirius?”

His breath caught in his throat. He had imagined this moment a hundred times in Azkaban, in the years since his escape, and in every version of it, he had prepared himself to break. But the real thing? It shattered him.

“It’s you,” he breathed, barely above a whisper. “It’s really you.”

Your expression wavered, something unreadable flickering in your eyes before you took a cautious step forward.

“I” you started, but he was already moving, crossing the space between you in three long strides before wrapping his arms around you. He felt you stiffen at first, but then you melted into him, your arms clutching his tattered robes like you were afraid he might disappear.

He buried his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of lavender and parchment, and for the first time in over a decade, something in his chest unclenched.

“Fourteen years,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “Fourteen bloody years, and I thought—” His grip on you tightened. “Peter told me you were dead.”

You stiffened at the name. “Of course he did.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you. There were lines around your eyes now, subtle, but there. Time had changed you both, stolen so much. But in this moment, none of it mattered.

“How?” he asked, desperation in his voice. “Where have you been?”

You exhaled shakily, stepping back slightly. “It’s… it’s a long story.”

“We have time,” Remus interjected gently from the doorway, his expression a mix of relief and sorrow.

You met his gaze, then looked back at Sirius. “I was taken,” you admitted. “By Death Eaters. They wanted information about the Order, about you, James, Lily everyone.”

Sirius felt a cold fury settle in his bones.

“I held out as long as I could,Sirius. I wasn’t strong enough.” Your voice trembled slightly, and he reached for your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Eventually, they stopped interrogating me. I thought they were going to kill me, but instead, they left me in some abandoned safehouse, guarded, but alive. Then, suddenly, one day, they were just gone. No explanation, no warning. I barely made it out. By the time I got back, James and Lily were dead, Peter was missing, and you”

She swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut.

“You were in Azkaban.”

Sirius clenched his jaw. He could only imagine how lost you must have felt.

“I ignored everyone who was left,”she continued. “I had nothing left. No one. So I disappeared. I trained as a healer and buried myself in work.” A hollow laugh escaped you. “It was easier to be dead.”

Sirius shook his head. “You were never dead to me.”

You looked up at him then, your eyes glassy with unshed tears, and he saw it—the pain, the years of loss, the same grief he had carried for so long.

A memory flickered in his mind

Flashback: One Year After Hogwarts

The summer air was warm, carrying the scent of firewhiskey and grass as you lay beside Sirius, gazing up at the stars.

“I still don’t know how you talked me into this,” you murmured, turning your head to look at him.

He smirked, lazily twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. “Oh, come on, love. A midnight flight on my motorbike? What kind of Marauder would I be if I didn’t show you the finer things in life?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Reckless. That’s what you are.”

His smirk softened, his gaze turning serious as he studied you. “Reckless? Maybe. But I know what I want.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

“You,” he said simply. “Always you.”

Sirius exhaled sharply, pulling himself back to the present. He looked at you now, standing before him, not a ghost, not a memory, but real. Alive.

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured.

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “You didn’t.”

And for the first time in fourteen years, Sirius allowed himself to believe it.

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Sirius black x reader

Set a year after graduation.

You’d known James Potter since you were six years old. Your families had been friends for ages, and from the moment you met, he decided you were his honorary sibling. It didn’t matter that you weren’t actually related—James treated you as fiercely as he did his own mother.

And with James came the Marauders. You’d practically grown up with them too, spending your Hogwarts years causing trouble and keeping them (mostly) out of it. But one Marauder had always stood out—Sirius Black.

He’d been in love with you since he was thirteen. Not that you ever noticed.

But now, a year after Hogwarts, something had shifted. You weren’t sure when exactly it happened—maybe it was the way he looked at you like you were something precious, or how he always managed to make you laugh even on your worst days. Or maybe it was just the fact that, for the first time, you let yourself really see him.

And Merlin, was he something to see.

“I swear, you get prettier every time I see you,” Sirius murmured against her lips, his voice laced with that effortless charm that never failed to make her heart race.

“You saw me an hour ago,” she teased, though her hands found their way into his dark hair, tugging lightly.

“Exactly my point.”She laughed softly before he swallowed the sound with another kiss.

It was easy to get lost in Sirius Black. Too easy.

Here you were, pressed up against Sirius in the dimly lit sitting room of the Potter house, snogging him like your life depended on it. His hands were in your hair, your fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, and you were so caught up in him—his warmth, his scent, the way he kissed you like he’d been starving for years—that you didn’t hear the door swing open.

“Oh, finally!”

You jumped, pulling away from Sirius so fast you nearly toppled off the couch. He caught you, arm firm around your waist, as you turned to see James, Remus, Lily, and Peter standing in the doorway, all wearing varying expressions of amusement and delight.

James looked absolutely thrilled. “I knew it! I bloody knew it!” He turned to Remus, who was shaking his head with a smirk. “Didn’t I say this would happen? Ages ago, I said this would happen!”

Lily rolled her eyes but was smiling. “Yes, James, we know. You’ve been talking about it since sixth year.”

Peter grinned. “Took you two long enough.”

You groaned, burying your face in Sirius’s shoulder, and he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Well,” he said, voice full of laughter, “at least now we don’t have to keep it a secret.”

James clapped his hands together. “Exactly! This is brilliant! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? I always said my best mate and my honorary sister would end up together, and now here we are!”

“Alright, alright,” you said, shaking your head. “Yes, we’re together. Yes, it took a while. Can we move on now?”

James grinned. “Absolutely not.”

Sirius just laughed, pulling you back into his arms. “Let them have their fun, love,” he murmured, voice low enough for only you to hear. “They’ll get over it soon enough.”

You sighed, but you couldn’t help smiling. Because, honestly? You weren’t sure you wanted them to get over it. Because this—being here, with Sirius and your friends, laughing and teasing—felt right. Like it was always meant to be

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Sirius black x reader

Set during the order of the Phoenix

The Order meeting had long since ended, but neither of them had moved from the kitchen table. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows along the worn wooden surface, but Sirius was too focused on her to care.She was watching him carefully, the way she always had—like she could see past the smirk, past the sharp edges, straight to the boy he used to be. And Merlin, how he had missed that.

"How long have you been back with the Order?" he asked, fingers idly tracing the rim of his cup.

"Since Dumbledore called us," she said. "I was working abroad before that."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Abroad?"

She nodded, setting her tea aside. "France, mostly. Some work with the resistance there. It kept me busy."

Busy. Right. He knew what that meant. It meant she had been trying to run from the same ghosts he had.

Sirius exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "You should have written."

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. "So should you."

He had no response to that.

Silence settled between them, heavy with things unsaid. Outside, the house creaked under the weight of its history, and somewhere upstairs, Buckbeak shifted restlessly.

Finally, she spoke again, voice quieter this time.

"I thought about you, you know. All those years."

Sirius’s throat tightened. "Did you?"

“Of course, I did." She shook her head, almost incredulous. "You and James were my family, Sirius. And then—" She swallowed hard. "Then he was gone. And you were—"

"Locked away." His voice was rougher than he intended.

She flinched but didn't look away. "I didn’t believe it. Not for a second."

Sirius let out a slow breath, staring at the woman in front of him—the only person, who didn’t doubt him.

"You were always too smart for your own good," he murmured.

She huffed a laugh. "That’s what James used to say."

At the mention of his best friend, something cracked inside Sirius. He had spent so long running from the past, trying not to think about everything he had lost. But she had been a part of it all—his best memories, his worst moments, every reckless adventure and quiet conversation in between.

And she was still here.Slowly, he reached across the table, his fingers grazing over hers. She didn’t pull away.

"We can’t get those years back," he said, voice low. "But we’re here now."

She met his gaze, and for the first time in years, Sirius felt something close to hope.

"Yeah," she whispered. "We are."

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For the first time in weeks, Sirius slept.Not well, not peacefully, but he slept. And when he woke, he remembered what had been different. She had been there.

After their conversation in the kitchen, she hadn't left right away. They had lingered in that quiet space, words giving way to silence, the weight of old wounds settling between them. And when he had finally dragged himself upstairs, her presence had followed, settling in his chest like a warmth he hadn’t felt in years.It was dangerous, this feeling.

The next evening, the house was buzzing with Order members preparing for a mission. Sirius stood in the hallway, arms crossed as he watched her talking to Kingsley. She was serious, nodding along as they discussed logistics, but there was a spark in her eyes—the same fire she had always had, the one that had drawn him in all those years ago.

"Staring again, mate," Remus murmured beside him.

Sirius scowled. "Shut it, Moony."

Remus only smirked. "It’s nice, you know. Seeing you act like a lovesick schoolboy again."

Sirius shot him a glare, but the truth was, he felt exactly like that—like he was sixteen again, watching her laugh with James, pretending he didn’t want to be the one making her smile.

She caught his eye then, and something in her expression softened. Before he could think better of it, he pushed off the wall and walked toward her.

Kingsley excused himself, leaving them alone in the hallway.

"You’re going out tonight?" Sirius asked, eyeing the pack she carried.

She nodded. "Just a quick mission. We’ll be back by morning."

He hated this part. The waiting. The not knowing. He had spent too many years locked away, helpless, and now, even in freedom, he was trapped within these walls while the people he cared about risked their lives.

"You better be," he said, forcing his voice to stay light.

Her lips quirked. "What, worried about me, Black?"

Sirius held her gaze. "Always."

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, hesitantly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his forearm.

"I’ll be careful," she promised.

"Good." His voice was rougher than he intended.

She gave his wrist one last squeeze before stepping away. "I’ll see you soon, Sirius."

He watched her go, heart hammering against his ribs.

And for the first time in a long, long time, he realized just how much he still had left to lose

———-

She came back.Battered, exhausted, but alive. And Sirius didn’t know whether to embrace her or yell at her for making him worry so damn much.

He had spent the entire night pacing the length of Grimmauld Place, snapping at anyone who dared to ask what was wrong. He wasn’t sure when it had happened—when she had become the one person he couldn’t bear to lose. Maybe it had always been that way. Maybe it had started when they were thirteen, when she had first smiled at him in the common room, and never truly stopped.

And now, she was standing in front of him, peeling off her cloak, wincing as she rotated her shoulder.

"You’re hurt," Sirius said, sharper than he meant to.

She gave him a tired smile. "Just a scratch."

“Let me see." Before she could protest, he reached for her arm, carefully rolling up the sleeve of her shirt. A deep gash ran along her shoulder, barely healed, and rage bubbled in his chest.

"Who did this?" His voice was low, dangerous.

She sighed. "Sirius, I’m fine—"

"Who. Did. This?"

Her fingers curled around his wrist. "It’s over. We got what we needed. That’s what matters."

It didn’t feel like enough. Not when she had nearly been taken from him.

Sirius exhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm down. His thumb brushed absently over the skin of her wrist, grounding himself in the fact that she was here. That she had come back to him.

"You’re reckless," he muttered.

She huffed a quiet laugh. "Look who’s talking."

Fair point.

They stood there, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin, hear the steady rhythm of her breathing. He should step back. He should let go.

But he didn’t.

nstead, he reached up, fingertips ghosting over a stray lock of her hair. She watched him carefully, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away.

"You scared me," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

She swallowed. "I know."

Sirius hesitated—then, before he could think better of it, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple.

"Don’t do it again," he murmured against her skin.

Her fingers tightened around his. "I can’t promise that."

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing her in. "Just—come back to me. Always."

She tilted her head, resting her forehead against his.

"Always," she whispered

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i was a kid ; harry potter

pairing: harry potter characters ( no particular pairing ) | 0.6k words plot: molly seems to forget that war happened before prompt: "i was a kid" authors note: i love molly, really, but i've alway wanted to yell at her in that one scene in order of the phoenix. so, here u go (also the dialogue isn't accurate to the movie)

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Your hand clasped the cup of firewhiskey for dear life. It’s been fifteen years, yet it felt harder than before. You were ready to fight and give your life just like fifteen years ago you’re ready to do that again, of course, but your body reacted differently. Your mind was plagued, plagued with nightmares, with images of death and so much more.

You were on the edge when Lily and James died, when Sirius was locked up for something he didn’t do. All of that just swam around in your head once more, while you sat at this table. 

“There’s something coming, something bigger.” Sirius spoke. Your hands began to become clammy, your eyes closed as you kept quiet. You knew that he was back, stronger than ever. You knew what that meant, of course.

“Then I want to be a part of it, I want to fight.” Harry spoke, chair squeaking as he leant over. 

You were seated between Sirius and Harry. Your breath quickened. You were just like him in the past. Impulsive, you all were. You had sprung to your feet that night, a smile on your face as you almost begged Albus to make you a member.

You wished he had turned you away. Harry on the other side needed to be a member, he was the prime target, you’d protect him. Those kids were in danger and if you could protect them you would.

“There you have it.” Sirius spoke. Your breathing began to speed up, if more was possible right now, your hands held the cup so tightly you might dent it.

The anger cursed through you as Molly huffed and protested. Your head became light, as you pressed your eyes shut. They weren’t there when it all came together, when members died left and right. “Y/N.” You could hear Remus, his eyes on you.

“Enough, they’re just kids.” Molly interrupted and that was just too much. You scoffed, a chuckle leaving your mouth.

“Kids.” You said, face in a sour snarl.

You lifted yourself off the chair and looked at the people in the room. Your eyes focused on Molly.

“You think Voldemort cares if they’re kids?” You said, the room uncomfortably quiet. 

He hadn’t cared then either. 

“You think just because they’re kids, they won’t be murdered?” 

Molly frowned at you and placed a hand on your arm, you shook her off.

“Y/N, please.” Your face held nothing but disgust. 

“This is war, Molly. People die when they don’t know shit, they get murdered. No matter if they’re kids or not” Molly sighed and tried to get a hold of you.

“They’re just kids, they shouldn’t have-”We were kids too!”

You said, a bit louder. No one said anything, too stunned by your outburst.

“I was a kid.”

You whispered as a tear made its way down your face, features twitching in sorrow. “I was a kid when war struck.” You paused to bring a hand to your chest, eager to stop your heaving.

“I was a kid when I was tortured. When-When My friends were murdered, when Sirius was locked up for something one of us betrayed us for, when all hell broke loose.” Molly gasped, hand grabbing at a chairs rest.

Your eyes found hers as you gulped, pushing the emotions back. Sirius and Remus looked at you, tears in their eyes. It had struck all three of you, so hard, all those years ago.

“So don’t tell me they’re just kids.” You paused before grabbing your cup and chugging the rest of your firewhiskey down. 

“It doesn’t matter what age you are when war strikes.”