#���️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️

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⭐️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️

Happy Birthday Sirius Black🐾 a little angsty with a happy ending (2k words)

Never before has Sirius enjoyed his birthday. It’s alway been a rather drab and lonely affair. He doesn’t think he’s ever been celebrated, actually. 

He’s always made sure that his little brother Regulus never felt the same way on his own birthdays; Sirius was always sure to get him a gift (usually homemade), sang him the birthday song, and spent the day making sure that his little brother felt special and loved. 

However, Sirius isn’t treated the same. Well, not really.

Sure, Regulus tries, but he doesn’t really understand how it feels to have your birthday forgotten, the way Sirius does. Regulus always gifts him something (usually from his own room when they were younger, which Sirius did find rather sweet), wishes him a happy day, and they more often than not spend a large amount of the day together. 

But Regulus doesn’t go out of his way to ensure the day is as wonderful as possible, because he has never known how lonely and horrible it feels to spend a birthday alone. 

Sirius doesn’t hold this against him. Regulus has done many upsetting things in the past, but this is not one of them. He was the only person to ever give Sirius a gift, afterall. 

It was not until he started at Hogwarts, did his birthday begin to feel a little better. His first there was completely missed, because he didn’t tell any of his new friends when it was coming around. However, they didn’t allow him to miss his second, and on that morning, he received three awkwardly wrapped gifts. 

Every birthday since, he’s received presents in the morning, and The Marauders spend the whole day treating him like a prince. They embarrass him by singing the birthday song in every class, and every meal, and everywhere else they go, just for a bit of fun. They wear party hats and tell the other students to “Clear the way, birthday Marauder coming through!”, and pull pranks on others just to make Sirius laugh. And they tell everyone to treat Sirius well, for it’s his birthday after all, and he knows James is telling all the birds to treat him extra well because they flock to him until he’s frazzled and has to run away. 

And it’s lovely, having a cheerful birthday, and he certainly doesn’t feel forgotten anymore. 

But by the end of the day, as the moon is high and the stars are shimmering bright in the black of the sky, Sirius will cry. 

Silently, with the curtains closed around his bed, he’ll cry. 

He’ll look at every card and every gift he received before him, and he’ll never see anything signed from his parents, never has. And he no longer receives any gift from Regulus either. 

It’s terrible. Really, it truly is. He shouldn’t be crying over his lack of gift and attention when he’s already received an abundance of it. 

But it’s really the lack of care he mourns. The lack of love. 

He watches all the other boys on the mornings of their birthday, as owls fly in and deliver heartfelt cards and thought out gifts from their parents and families. But no owls ever come on Sirius’ birthday. 

It’s his birthday today. He’s seventeen. And he barely got any sleep all night, quietly worrying himself about nothing. About everything. 

It’s his first birthday after running away, and it’s stupid to wonder if maybe his family will send a gift. They never have before, so why should they now? Sirius is a blood traitor after all. 

But he’s clinging to the slither of hope he has like a lifeline, thinking maybe they’ll want him back, and maybe things will change. He’s eternally grateful for the warmth and care the Potters have provided for him, and he loves them more than anything. 

But perhaps their kindness and simplicity has muddled Sirius’ head to mush, made him believe in a fairytale that his parents did love him, and that they miss him, and that they want him to come home. 

Sirius pretends to be asleep when James rolls over beside him for a morning hug, tries wishing him a happy birthday and chatting before realising Sirius is asleep and gets out of bed. He pretends to sleep when Remus and Peter each come by to say morning as well, and he pretends to sleep through breakfast. 

When classes begin, Sirius pretends to sleep through this too, and James (the most wonderful person that he is) realises that Sirius has not been sleeping. And so James sits on the end of Sirius’ bed and begins to read and give explicit commentary on his Quidditch magazine out loud; he knows that Sirius is soothed by the sound of his voice. 

They sit there all the way through to lunch, Sirius pretending to sleep as he listens to James’ voice, and James pretending he doesn’t know that Sirius is awake. 

And no owls ever come. 

Until one does. 

Right after Pete and Remus came up to let the pair know they’ll bring back lunch, an owl knocked on the window. 

Sirius got his hopes up at the sight of a strong, nobel looking owl. Wondered if perhaps Regulus sent it, or he’d even be grateful if one of his cousins did. 

James gives the owl a treat after handing the package over to Sirius, inquiring as to who it came from. 

Sirius sees brown parchment wrapping, tied together with a bright red bow, and his stomach drops. His family would never wrap a gift in such a way, such bright, joyous colours. And especially not Gryffindor red. 

James sits beside him on the edge of his bed, notices Sirius’ hesitancy to open it. And he can tell Sirius is disappointed, knows exactly why because James is the only one who knows all of these things about Sirius. And he can just read him, extremely well. 

“Open it, mate.” James whispers encouragingly, places a gentle hand on Sirius’ knee, “Come on, you’ll never know who it came from if you don’t.”

“It’s probably just another secret admirer or something.” Sirius muttered, placed the gift down beside him, “I’m not in the mood for presents.”

“Yeah, look at my bed, it’s already piled up with gifts the girls have been waiting to give you. Crazy they are.” James said with a chuckle, and one looked over their shoulders at the pile of gifts and cards on the bed, they were both giggling, “What do you bet there's a love potion in there?” 

“There's too good of a chance, I’m not opening any of them. Being under that potion one time was awful.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“You’ve never been under it, Prongs.” Sirius snickered. 

“Seeing you under it was bad enough!” He said with a grimace, a shiver going down his spine, “Terrifying.” 

Sirius grinned, “You jealous, Potter?”

“Terribly.” James smiled back, “I know you’re not in the mood for gifts, but perhaps you could open mine? At the very least? It’s just… I’m so excited to give it to you, I’ve been keeping this a secret for months.”

“Fine.” Sirius huffed, and allowed James to go fetch the gift from under his bed. 

He insisted that he hold Sirius the entire time he took to read the card and open it, so terribly clingy he is, but Sirius doesn’t mind. Sirius never minds when it comes to James. And the gift was lovely, it was a whole collection of new pranking materials, top of the line stuff, all of Sirius’ favourites. 

They spent the remainder of the day snuggled up in bed together, chatting about everything apart from Sirius’ family or his birthday, and by the time classes finished, James convinced him to open everyone else's gifts. 

He received Chocolates from Moony, and a new set of fancy quills from Pete, and an abundance of fun trinkets and things from the rest of his friends and students from the school (he made the boys open all of them just in case there was another love potion within, he had no desire to fall under another one of those). 

Finally, he opened the gift delivered by owl. As he unrolled the neat parchment card, he felt immediate regret for not opening it sooner. At the bottom it was signed by James’ parents, and he was just as surprised by this as Sirius. 

They had written such lovely words, wishing him the happiest of birthdays, and Sirius had to force himself not to cry in front of all of his friends when they wrote about how happy they are to have him stay with them. 

He hastily tore open the parchment to find a ring box inside. James saddled up to his side to peer in as well, and Sirius slowly opened the box. And the ring, in shiny silver, had the Potters family crest engraved. 

“What the fuck?” James exclaimed beside him, pulling the ring box closer to his face for exception, “No way, I can’t believe you got this before I did.”

“What?” Sirius asked. 

“What is it?” Pete asked as well.

“It’s our family crest.” James said simply, still in disbelief, “It’s tradition in our family for the men to receive one on his seventeenth birthday. It’s a mark of respect and trust, he’s finally become a man and now he’s trusted with our mark. You use it to stamp and sign official documentation and things, so people know which family it’s from, and that it’s real, technically. But my father always said it’s more about growing up and marking a milestone. It’s very important in our family, and it only goes to Potter sons and daughters.”

“Well… why did I get one, then?” Sirius asked, taking a closer look. 

“Because you’re seventeen.” James shrugged, as if this was such an obvious fact, “I’m so jealous, I’ve been waiting for mum and dad to give me one of these for years… I can’t believe I still have to wait months.”

“But, I’m not a Potter, Jamie. I’m a Black.” Said Sirius simply. 

James smiled at him, plucked the ring from the box, taking Sirius’ hand to slide it on, “You’re a Potter, Sirius.” 

Thankfully, the other two got the hint and wandered off, closing Sirius’ bed curtains behind them. Sirius was nearly in tears now, looking between James and the ring on his finger not knowing what to think. 

“You know you are. You’re family.” James pressed, his voice tender and smooth. Sirius looked at him intently, his eyes now stinging as he began to cry, “Of course you are, my parents love you. I love you.”

“But this is… this… this is for their son– you’re their son James, not me.” 

“You are too now.” He said with a smile, giving Sirius’ hand a tight squeeze, “You’ll always have a place with us, Padfoot.” 

Sirius fell, trembling into James arms, and they stayed there crying together for quite a while, because James gets emotional everytime Sirius does. And together, after a while, they wrote a thankyou letter back to the Potters, with tear stains all over the parchment. 

The four of them went down to dinner, and Sirius was bombarded with far too much attention, and Sirius wore his new ring, and they sang him happy birthday four times (they had tried to make up for all the times missed, but they only made it to four before McGonagall shut them down with the threat of detention that night). 

For the first time in years, Sirius didn’t cry himself to sleep on his birthday. And he never spent another birthday longing for parental affection ever again, because every birthday Fleamont and Euphemia gave him the most wonderful of gifts, and always addressed them to their son. 

Give it up for the Potters everybody (can we just appreciate how they got him a silver ring over the traditional gold because they know he prefers it) (I know I just made that up but idc)

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my first sunday snippet

thanks @spookymoonie for the tag 🖤

I shall offer in return a slutty smutty snippet from the infamous a/b/o wolfstar sitting pretty at 17k staring at me from my goggle docs as we speak

Good Enough to Eat, coming (hopefully) soon:

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“Well, alright then. Whatever you want, princess.”

Sirius groaned. “Now it’s you who has to quit with these ridiculous nicknames.”

Remus hummed absently, pressing sloppy kisses to the bite he left in the soft of Sirius’ inner thigh. “You didn’t seem to mind them when I had my finger in your slick little arse just a minute ago.”

The kiss traveled up and in, tongue dragging heavy against the skin. Sirius' breath hitched, almost forgetting what soapbox he was on in the first place.

“That’s extortion,” Sirius hissed, fighting with what remained of his right mind. “Extenuating circumstances.”

“In fact,” Remus continued as if Sirius hadn’t spoken at all. “I think those nicknames are what pushed you over the edge. You like when I call you what I want, don’t you, little one?”

Sirius fought with a moan and lost when Remus pressed his nose to the dip between his hip and his groin and sniffed.

“That one has got to go.”

“Okay, my sweet Omega, that one's off the table,” Remus mumbled, mouth mostly occupied as he worked over the sensitive skin just above Sirius’ straining cock. He could still hear the smile in it.

“That one, too, Alpha,” he said, though the words didn’t hit where he wanted them to. Instead of deterring him, Remus reacted in a way that made it clear it wasn’t a joke anymore.

“That one stays,” Remus decided. “Because you’re Alpha’s beautiful little play thing, aren’t you my sweet Omega?”

Sirius gasped because what the fuck else could he do with that? Definitely not a fucking joke.

“Yours,” he said breathlessly.

“Mine,” Remus growled, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock and taking Sirius down his throat in one swift go.

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hope you enjoyed the tame morsel you’ve been fed. can’t wait for the meal to be served.

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*looks at you with big wet eyes* transfem sirius hcs please🥺also what do you think her fashion sense is like

*looks at you right back with even bigger wet eyes* HIIIII! Im so sorry for getting back to you so late, please forgive me, I've been very busy and didn't even notice I had this ask

⭐️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️

Here are my transfem Sirius headcannons! (I love her so much), (I hope you don't mind that I included this in my Sirius Sunday thing);

Her style:

I think it probably wouldn't stray too far from what she'd already wear pre transition; for wizards skirts and dresses aren't that far off from robes so styles of clothing wouldn't really feel too different for her.

In terms of muggle clothing style specifically she'd still wear a lot of boot cut jeans and bell bottoms, a lot of band shirts and her leather jacket, she'd probably just style them a little differently, now with things in her hair, more jewellery and makeup and stuff.

However, I do also think she would raid Lily, Mary, and Marlenes wardrobes to find things that she likes. I think once Sirius came out, the girls would have basically adopted her as their protégé, teaching her anything and everything she wants to know about girlhood.

I think she'd like Mary's wardrobe best, I always hc Mary as a very fashionable person who likes to experiment and be bold with her outfits, and Sirius would love the sparkly dresses and bold colours stuffed into her wardrobe, and she'd have the best time trying everything on and doing a little fashion show for her friends.

I think as well she would wear a lot of skirts. She'd like the way they feel, how flowy they are and how cute they look, and they help her pass better in the beginnings of her transition, and also she knows she's got amazing legs so she doesn't mind showing them off a bit (showing them off to one specific person, more like).

I think, even though she'd try to pass more with typically "feminine colours", blue would be her best colour. Pretty shades of dark iridescence and periwinkles as well, she'd have lots of dresses, skirts, and coats in various shades of blue, and they'd always make her feel most pretty and feminine. Especially some blue eyeshadow or eyeliner. James would call her new penchant for blue a betrayal and tell her to go join Ravenclaw for being such a traitor (and then secretly tell her she's pretty and looks great at the same time).

Tall girls being even taller in high heels is a weekness of mine, and if I knew Sirius in real life, she'd abuse that weakness. I think anytime theres a party or a fancy event on, she'd put a pair of high heels on. They'd make her feel so pretty and feminine, and she'd be so tall. At first she refused to wear any shoe that wasn't flat on the foot because "girls are meant to be shorter than guys, right?" but then everyone told her that was stupid and peer pressured her into a high heels, and made sure she felt amazing in them.

In public, Sirius is very amendment on passing. She's done her research and always wears the most feminine clothing in muggle areas, wears the girls uniform to school, puts on eyeliner and lipstick, pitches her voice up, etc etc, and it's very important to her that she passess. With her friends she relaxes a little, when it's just them in a private area (esp just the marauders because they've seen the most over her over the years and she knows they don't really care), but she still pitches her voice up and wears typically feminine "colours" or "clothing". However, when with James or at home with just the Potters, she doesn't try at all; she'll often use her natrual voice, doesn't ever try to tuck or wear anything really feminine unless she just feels like doing so, she'll let her stubble come in from time to time even, until annoys her, and they never make her feel bad for it. James still calls her gorgeous every day, and Effie and Flea still call her their daughter. They make her feel extremely comfortable.

I think she'd love wearing her hair in double plaits, she'd look so cute like that and she likes how feminine it is, and it would also make her feel like the little girl inside her is coming alive, because all through the first and second years of school, all the girls in their year would have worn double plaits to class. So not only would it be cool and cute, it would be a way for her to feel like she's experiencing the girlhood she missed out on when she was younger. (Maybe James learnt how to braid so he could do it for her before bed if she's tired, and in the mornings so she could do her makeup and stuff at the same time so they wouldn't be late to work / class)

I also think she'd go through a phase where she'd grow her hair as long as possible just to see how long she can get it. Her record is just past her arse and she's very proud of it.

She'd love playing around and experimenting with hairstyles as well. She'd 100% go through bad phases of strange styles and all of her friends just have to grin and bear it, because if a very high side pony is what makes her feel best this week, than they're not going to crush her soul, they know she'll grow out of it soon enough. She does have taste afterall.

She'd get so pissed off about the lack of pockets in everything when she starts shopping for muggle womens clothes, and you know the minuet she finds a dress with pockets she'd show it off to everyone. She'd get so excited and wear the dress for like a month straight, no fucks given, only pockets.

She'd practice makeup looks on the Marauders all the time. James is her most willing model, of course, he'd let her do anything she wanted, but sometimes she'd want to practice on someone with a similar complexion to her, or with a different eye or lip shape or whatever, or sometimes if James isn't around to model. She'd wrangle Remus and Pete into getting their makeup done by her, and they argue the whole time even though they secretly enjoyed it a lot.

Before she came out to Effie and Flea - maybe especially if she was still living at 12GWP at the time she figured it out - and she started experimenting with her gender to figure it out, she wanted to try womens underwear and stuff, but she didn't want to be seen / caught buying it when she was still perceived as a bloke, so she made a bunch herself. She cut her breifs into knickers shape and made makeshift braletts out of old shirts and pyjamas (she had to learn how to sew for this too), and one day Effie or Flea came along to do her washing and found all the janky looking underwear and just went to her like "right, good effort darling but I'm taking you shopping for some real undergarments that actually fits you properly an doesn't look like it went through a blender".

Hc's about her transition;

I feel like she only figured out she was trans later in life, probably after she ran away to the Potters and started to really work on becoming her best self, or possibly just figured it out right before she ran away, and that was the kind of final reason to do it because she knew she had a better chance of acceptance with them <3

I am a tall Sirius truther till the day I die, so obviously she'd be a very very tall woman and this would make Marlene very jealous, and she'd constantly tease Marlene for being so short.

You already know that James is the first person she told, and if this is all happening in the 70s/80s, he probably would have been a little confused by the concept at first and didn't understand it at all. He would have never heard of transexuality and people swapping genders, but he would have still accepted her immediately. He would have asked so many questions, not only to make sure he was doing all the right things to make sure Sirius felt comfortable, proud, and happy throughout her transition, but also because he was extremely curious. He would have done a lot of research for her. (If Sirius wants something, Sirius gets it, so if she wants to be called she and a woman now, James is going to give 110% effort).

All of her friends have had a crush on her at one point, no matter their sexuality (eg pre transition + post), and she's pretty indifferent to people having feelings or attraction towards her, doesn't really care about it at all, but she does like to brag about it with her friends. And she loves to hold it over their heads lol.

I think if she came out whilst still in Hogwarts, she would have just gaslit everyone into thinking she was never a bloke. She'd get all her friends in on it, along with McGonagall of course, and anytime someone asked why she was wearing the girls uniform everyone would just be like "she's a girl wtf are you going on about? no, she was never a bloke, do you need me to take you to the sick wing?"

I think as well, after she came out, she would have gotten a lot closer with the girls. She'd love the way that girls all talk to each other, she'd love the constant drama and gossip, and she'd love how in touch and normal they are about their own emotions. Of course, Sirius has always felt she can talk to James about everything, and she does, but she likes how she can have deeper conversations more casually with the girls and in a group setting and stuff. She'd love how they always immediately validate her feelings and give her proper good advice and can relate to her problems in their own ways. But James would get extremely jealous of this and always try to intervene on girls night - it would never work, but Sirius promised to give him the best gossip when she gets home.

Back to Sirius being drop dead gorgeous, I think after she came out all the blokes on like the quidditch team and in their year would start fancying her, hoping to get a shag or whatever, and would constantly talk to James about it (they'd especially be asking if James and Sirius are actually together now that she's a girl because they're that close, James never gives them a real answer, just tells them Sirius isn't interested), and of course James would tell her all of this. They'd think it's so funny, but it's also strange because suddenly all of Sirius casual mates and quidditch team want a shag with her and it's weird. Again she's indifferent to it, has no interested in any of their advances, but it is odd when all the blokes who used to call her "a good lad" and would crudely talk about girls in the locker room around her, are now interested in her.

I think she'd love taking photos throughout her transition to track her progress. So then on days she feels like shit she can look back through them and see how much she's grown and feel as beautiful as she is again.

Thank you for the ask, I really love receiving them! I had a lot of fun compiling this list actually, I haven't written out all my transfem Sirius hc's before. I really love her so much and she deserves some more recognition tbh. She's the best. :P

[resident-gay-bitch]

⭐️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️

Skirts are for boys too

It's safe to say that Sirius is quite mad. 

Honestly, why is a thing such as a uniform causing this much controversy throughout the school? So what if the girls decided to rock up in trousers one day? He would too, if he had boys looking up his skirt everytime he took to the staircase. It’s gross. 

It baffles him just how daft some people can be, calling the girls a bunch of queers for what they’re wearing on their bottom half. It’s even more ridiculous, considering they wear jeans and other types of trousers casually on the weekends, and Hogsmeade trips. He really can’t grasp why it’s so odd for them to suddenly rock up in the boys uniforms one day. 

So old fashioned, really. 

They’re sitting in the common room now, chatting as they usually do. And Mary states that she’s just going to go back to wearing a skirt tomorrow. She doesn’t want to deal with the comments all day. Marlene retaliates, saying she hates the fucking skirts, and Lily agrees, expressing how Thomas actually commented on her knickers the other day. However, by the end of the conversation, Lily and Mary decide that they’re going back to skirts, and Marlene angrily decides to suffer the commentary alone. 

Sirius thinks this is stupid. 

One, people should feel comfortable in their clothes. And two, who gives a fuck? Why are there specific gendered uniforms? Why can’t clothes just be clothes? 

So, after some thought, he knocks on the girls dormitory the next morning, and requests a skirt. 

They all give him weird looks, and he tells them it’s for a prank, of sorts. 

Marlene tosses her skirt at him with a huff, begging him to please take it, burn it, whatever he wants. And so Sirius takes it. 

And then he sauntered into the Great Hall for breakfast, right at the busiest moment, dressed in the girls uniform. 

Honestly, he looks quite good in it. He’s given it his own ruggish look, the shirt untucked, his tie all crooked, his robes slung over his arm rather than on so everyone can see. He’s even got some cute socks on with little frills on the top that he’d accidentally snatched from Mary on their group holiday over the summer that he was yet to return, and they stuck out over the top of his boots. 

As he entered the great hall, all eyes fell on him and silence took over. But he ignored it, smiling as he waved at his friends, twisting his wand out of his hair and plunking it on the table. 

“These things are drafty, it’s honestly nice.” He muttered, smoothing his skirt over his arse as he took a seat, “Though I get what you mean about them being short. I don’t think I’ve ever had so much thigh on display. I doubt I’ll do any bending over of any sort today.”

Marlene was laughing her arse off, “It’s probably because you’re almost a foot taller than me, Black. If I knew you were planning on wearing it I would have said something.”

“Hmm, well, I’m sure someone will appreciate it.” 

Marlene snickered, elbowing Remus in the side, “Yeah, someone.”

“Piss off.” He muttered under his breath. 

“How long do you think it will take for him to get dress-coded?” Lily asked. 

“Depends how homophobic the teachers are.“ He shrugged, “I do love a good challenge though, I thought the socks were a nice touch.”

“Yeah, that’s because they’re mine, you slag.” Mary muttered. 

“Isn’t a compliment to you that I incorporated them into my outfit?” He grinned at her, cheerily, making her laugh. 

“Do you reckon if we put some lipstick on him, ol’ Slyggy will think he's a girl?” James asked, nudging Peter. 

Peter snickered, “Yeah, he looks like one.”

“Maybe give him a bow?” Remus added, all of them teasing now, “A cute little pink one.” 

“Do you reckon he’s got a bra on under there?” Pete grinned. 

“Careful Mary, you might want to make sure he hasn’t stolen your knickers too.” 

Mary laughed, grinning over at Sirius, “Did you steal my knickers too, Sirius?” 

“I think if you put some eyeshadow on him too, you’ll even be able to trick Flitwick.” James said. 

“Oh, yeah, some sparkles would really bring out his eyes.” Remus added. 

“Get him all dolled up in pink.” Pete smirked. 

“I know you think you’re insulting me, but really all I’m getting from your commentary is that you think I’m pretty.” Sirius said, flipping his hair over his shoulder before getting himself some toast, “So go on, bag on about how gorgeous you think I am. All you’ll be doing is making me think you’re desperate for a shag.” 

“Oh, I think someones desperate for a shag.” Marlene commented, pumping her eyebrows over at Remus. 

Sirius sighed, sending her an unimpressed glare, “You say that as if you’re not desperate to get in Mary’s pants yourself-”

“Shuddup.” Marlene grumbled, blushing bright red. 

“Don’t tease her, Sirius.” Mary grinned. 

“Oh, so you all can tease me, but I can’t-”

“Mister Black.” The familiar echo of McGonagall's voice cut over their morning squabbles, and everyone looked up at her, looming over Sirius’ shoulder. 

“Morning, Minnie.” He said sheepishly, turning to grin up at her, “Lovely day, isn’t it? Sun's shining, birds are sing-”

McGonagall cleared her throat and pointed to the ground in front of her, a silent command for Sirius to stand before her. So, he bowed his head and hopped up from the table, hands tucked behind his back and toes turned together and everything. 

“Mister Black, considering the countless times I’ve had to tell you off and deduct points for your incorrect use of the uniform, I would have thought you’d have made yourself familiar with what's appropriate.” She eyed him over, “I can see now, that is not the case.”

“Sorry, Miss.” He muttered, blushing down at his feet. 

“If you are not changed into the appropriate uniform by your first class, I will have to deduct twenty points from Gryffindor. Do you understand me, Mister Black?” 

Sirius cleared his throat and nodded up at her, “Yes, Miss.” 

“As I’ve told you before, black leather, low heeled lace up shoes, or a simple Mary-Jane are viable. Large boots are not.” 

“Wait-” Sirius glanced up at her, “You’re telling me off for my shoes?”

“What else would I be telling you off for, Mister Black?” She arched an eyebrow up at him, the tiniest of grins on her lips. 

“I…” He smiled, nodding his head at her, “No, nothing, Miss. Promise I’ll fix my shoes for class.” 

“Very well.” She nodded, taking a few steps forward to quietly whisper to him in passing, “If any Professors try to tell you to change from that skirt today, Mister Black, come find me. I will not allow any detentions for that.” She smiled, swishing her wand down at his skirt to subtly make it grow a few inches. 

He smiled up at her as she drifted down the hall, smoothing his hands over his skirt, now at a more appropriate length down his thighs. He laughed and sat back down at the table, and Mary leaned into him, grabbing his hair to give him a couple of braids. 

“I can’t believe you just got away with that.” Remus muttered. 

“I can.” Marlene shrugged, stirring her porridge around sloppily, “She’s bloody brilliant about that stuff, doesn’t give a fuck. She’s trying to persuade Dumbledore to add girls' trousers to the uniform, you know, cause they’ll fit better.” 

As Mary braided his hair, and the lot of them continued to eat their breakfast, some crude commentary was thrown around the hall. A lot of students tried to taunt Sirius, calling him a queer or a transexual, but he simply chose to ignore it. By the end of breakfast, James was so red in the face about all the rude shit said about his best friend, he looked as though he were about to burst. 

“It’s bloody stupid.” He said, stomping his feet as they all moved back to the Gryffindor tower so Sirius could change his shoes before class. “So bloody stupid, who cares if he’s in a skirt? It’s just a skirt! Just clothes-”

“That’s exactly the point, James.” Sirius smiled back at him, “Honestly, the whole point of this was to stir a little attention. Not one person has said anything about Marlene today, have they?” 

“Wait, what?” Marlene asked, furrowing her brow at him, “You did this because…”

“Yeah, I guess?” Sirius shrugged, “I’ve also just always wanted to try a skirt on. Really, the draft is lovely.” 

“Is this… a protest?” Lily asked, “Are you protesting the bloody uniforms?” 

“Yeah, I ‘spose.” He said, marching towards the staircase in the common room, “I mean, who gives a fuck about what clothes you wear, right? And if you wear pants enough, and I wear a bloody skirt enough, they’ll stop commenting on it.” 

“You plan on wearing it again?” Mary asked. 

“Yeah?” Sirius smiled at her, stopping on the bottom staircase, “You heard what those gits said, I’m pretty.” He laughed before bounding up the stairs. 

The girls chased after him, bombarding him with questions that he thought may have been a little much. It was just a skirt, and so what if he’s queer? He’s not wearing a skirt because he’s queer. He’s just wearing a skirt because he wants to wear a skirt and he thinks it’s stupid that people think he can’t wear a skirt. What about it? 

By the time he’s come back down, Lily’s stuck flower pins in his braids, and Mary’s given him her raspberry lipgloss to try out. And on his feet are a pair of Marlene's old Mary-Janes that they had to use an enlargement charm on. Honestly, he feels pretty great. 

They come back down to the common room chatting amongst themselves about very regular things, when the boys are suddenly awkwardly shuffling towards them. 

“What’s your problem?” Sirius asks with a quirk of his eyebrow, “I swear, if you’re going to tell me to take all of this off-”

“No.” James cuts in, “We think it’s brilliant.” 

“Yeah, pretty…” Remus sighed, his eyes skating over Sirius again, “Uh- I mean, yeah, brilliant.” 

“We want in.” Peter said, leaning in front of James, “On the skirt thing.”

���How about a trade?” James grinned, puffing his chest up, “We’ll lend you girls our trousers, and you lend us your skirts?”

Mary and Lily looked between each other, then back at the boys with grins, “I mean, we already have trousers…”

“Oh, right.” Remus nodded, looking down at the ground. 

“You can have our skirts though.” 

They were all immediately elated. 

“If you let us make you all pretty.” Mary cut in. 

“Oh, this is gonna be brilliant.” Marlene chuckled. 

“Dibs on Lily giving me a makeover!” James said, already bounding up the stairs. 

By the time they came back down, they were almost late for class. All four boys in skirts, lip gloss, with pins and barretts and braids and pigtails in their hair. Sirius thought they all looked very pretty, actually. And the girls were elated, dressed in their comfy trousers finally. And yeah, no one said shit about the girls uniforms when the Marauders walked into class in skirts. 

And by the end of the week, no one had any more negative commentary to say about it. Sirius' trousers were long abandoned.

also heres some art i did for this:

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⭐️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️

Sirius + Harry + James hanging out together

Sirius crouches down on the ground, knees digging into the plush carpet and providing a warmth that the outside couldn’t bring. It’s cosy here, in the Potters living room, always has been. It’s one of his favorite places to be.

In his hand, is a blue little wooden train car, and he pushes it along the carpet, puffing out his cheeks and making animated steam train sounds with his mouth. He screeches, one eye squinting shut when the wooden train approaches a mountain, and prepares itself to go up.

The wooden toy with rickety wheels turns up, climbing over socked little toes, darting up a chubby leg and racing up his little body. He makes zooming noises with his mouth, so expressionate it makes little Harry burst out with laughter as the train zips over his head and back down the other side of him.

He laughs so hard his little face goes red, and whilst grabbing his feet, he begins to topple backwards.

Sirius drops the toy, hands darting out to catch the boy before his head hits the ground. On this plush carpet, no damage was sure to be done, but Sirius worries about his Godson. One can never be too careful, he believes.

Harry doesn’t relent with his giggling and Sirius begins to worry if the sweet boy can breathe at all. He lifts Harry high into the air, giving him a little shake that has him wiggling his arms and legs about with joy. And in one swift movement, he pulls Harry down into his hold and snuggles him tight, slapping dramatic kisses all over his chubby little face.

Harry is delighted by this, and he grabs for Sirius’ hair, small fingers trying to twist between the strands, but Sirius has it tied into double braids so no strands find themselves wrapped taught around his fingers.

That had happened, not too long ago, a strand of Lily’s hair had the babe crying so hard they rushed into St Mungoes for help. Now, there’s a strict rule to keep all hair tightly tied back, and double braids seem to be working the best for Lily, so Sirius bites.

He clicks his tongue, tutting at his Godson with a smile, “No, no, no, little Bambi. That’s my hair, you’ll get your own someday. If you turn out to be anything like your dad I promise you’ll have a glorious mop to mess with anytime you-“

“Oi!” James shouted, cutting across the living room to continue hanging decorations. It’s Lilys birthday today, and they’re going to have a party. Sirius is supposed to be helping with the decorations, but how is he supposed to get anything done when playing with Harry and his trains are an option?

Harry giggles some more.

Sirius sets him back down, sitting flat on his own arse now, Harry between his legs. They both face the little toy train tracks, and Sirius reaches to pull everything closer so Harry can play. He picks up a red train and shows it to Sirius, incoherent rambling leaving his lips until he’s blowing spit bubbles and laughing to himself. Sirius can’t help but laugh too.

“WOW!” Sirius gasped, “That story truly is magnificent, Harry.”

Harry smiles and turns back to his trains, leaning forward until he’s crawling, pushing the train back and forth a little distance. He’s trying to make zooming noises, just as Sirius had. With a smile, Sirius grabs his own train and makes noises for Harry to imitate.

The little boy makes his train zip around, laughing every time his crashes into Sirius’, the little rascal. He really is just like his dad.

Harry makes his train go up the hill of Sirius’ leg, and crawls along to make it drive up his torso and over his head, which Sirius had to lean down in order for Harry to reach.

Harry is beside himself with giggles, so Sirius snatches him up to tickle and blow raspberries on his puffy cheeks. His laughter is so delightful, Sirius can’t help but feel a tremendous amount of love for the baby. He’d do anything to ensure that laughter never dies. He’d do anything for Harry, anything at all.

Harry smiles at him, now held closely in Sirius’ arms for a cuddle. He presses a soft kiss to Harry’s brow and whispers, “I love you, Harry.”

Harry smiles up at him, little hands reaching up to grab at Sirius’ face. He tries to bring himself closer, and Sirius moves him where he likes, and Harry presses a kiss to the high of Sirius’ cheek. Or, well, what he supposes is a kiss. Harry just opened his mouth and pressed it to Sirius’ face, letting his slobber get everywhere in the process, and he popped his lips to imitate the sound of a kiss his parents always make when giving him kisses.

Sirius smiles at the boy, and smacks another dramatic little kiss on his cheek, and Harry goes to kiss Sirius’ nose, leaving it covered in saliva as well. Sirius laughed, smacking a few kisses all over the baby's chubby face, and Harry, of course, copy’s his behaviour, and by the time he’s done, Sirius’ face is wet and smells of formula.

“You are lucky you’re just a baby, Harry.” Sirius says, lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, “That is disgusting,” he says, sticking out his tongue in distaste.

Harry is beside himself with laughter again.

Sirius sits him back down on the ground between his legs, handing Harry the red train again, racing him with his own. James takes a seat on the ground beside them, clearly bored of setting up all on his own.

“He really loves you.” James comments, reaching out to pet his son on the head, “Thinks you’re the coolest.”

“I am the coolest.” Sirius says with a flourish of his hand, flicking a braid back behind his ear.

“I’m glad to know he has you if…”

“Don’t think about that, James.” Sirius said, putting a hand on the other man’s thigh to soothe him, “Nothing will happen to you. I’ll keep you safe, always.”

James smiled sadly, leaning his head over onto Sirius’ shoulder. He’s so tired these days, always so tired.

“Harry will grow up a happy boy.” Sirius said, nodding as if his words were certain. And to him, they were, he believed every single one of them.

Many years later, he’ll think about those words, all those promises he made, and they’ll haunt him.

“You and Lily will watch him grow, Prongs, I’ve no doubts about it. We’ll win the war for him. He’ll be the reason the war is won, I can feel it in my bones.” 

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⭐️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️

Some tatoos I think Sirius Black would get :)

I think most would more so suit modern Sirius than anything else, but still, I think he’d like these

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Each day, I post something new for the fandoms I love, dictated by my daily topics: Multiship Mondays, Trans Tuesdays, Wizard Wednesdays, Thirsty Thursdays, Fem Fridays, Stranger Saturdays, and of course, Sirius Sundays

On each respective day I'll post either a headcannon, ficlet, or maybe even some art based on the topic, feel free to send in some asks with your own ideas, requests, or headcannons and I'll answer on the connecting day!

Links to each of the days can be found below the cut:

🫶Multiship Mondays🫶

🏳️‍⚧️Trans Tuesdays🏳️‍⚧️

🐦‍🔥Wizard Wednesdays🐦‍🔥

🔞Thirsty Thursdays🔞

🌚Fem Fridays🌚

🦇Stranger Saturdays🦇

⭐️Sirius Sundays⭐️

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⭐️ Sirius Sundays ⭐️

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On Sundays I post Sirius Black related ficlets / headcannons / drabbles / ideas!

Feel free to jump in my ask box and suggest your favorite Sirius Black headcannons or ideas!! I'll reply on Sunday :)

✮ 1/9/24 - Sirius wears a skirt to class so the girls can wear pants

✮ 6/10/24 - Some transfem Sirius headcannons

✮ 13/10/24 - Sirius Blacks tattoos (moodboard)

✮ 20/10/24 - Sirius Harry and James hanging out together