#𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

[clesired]

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 | 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 !

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! “could i request a sirius black x black cat!reader? maybe he’s really awkward and whipped for her.” thank you to the lovely anon who requested this <3

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ! you get asked out in the least normal way you can imagine.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! no warnings, fluff, black cat fem!reader, second person pov, 0.9k words!

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You let out a soft sigh as you stop walking, turning around and coming face to face with none other than Sirius Black.

For an infamous prankster—he sure lacks stealth.

The corridor you’re standing in is empty save for the two of you and Merlin, if Sirius’ footsteps aren’t louder than an angry Hippogriff’s.

“Can I help you, Black?” You raise a brow, crossing your arms.

His eyes quickly dart to something just a little over your shoulder, and you don’t miss the way his fingers nervously drum against his thigh as he attempts to play it casual.

“Just walking through, L/N. Same as you.” He nods slowly, still avoiding eye contact.

You don’t buy it.

Sirius Black doesn’t do anything without an ulterior motive.

You step closer to him, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Are you trying to prank me?”

His eyes widen as he straightens up, immediately shaking his head. “What? No!”

You’re about to say something else when you realize he looks…different. Not in a particularly good or bad way—just a very unlike Sirius way.

His hands can’t stay still, he keeps shuffling his feet side to side, his cheeks are tinged with a soft blush, and he can barely look you in the eye.

Yeah, you’re pretty sure you’ve caught him red-handed in the middle of a prank. Why else would he look like that?

Tilting your head, you cross your arms. “Care to share why you’re following me, then?” You ask expectantly.

His cheeks flush further as he flounders for an answer and you raise a brow.

Busted.

He looks down at his feet for a moment as he swallows. “I…” he trails off, and you take another step closer.

“You- I- uh…hair!” He suddenly blurts out, causing you to freeze mid step at the outburst.

Naturally, you look at him like he’s crazy. “What?”

He grimaces for a moment before clearing his throat and trying again. “Your uh- hair. It looks pretty.” He murmurs quietly, clearing his throat.

You furrow your brows in confusion before realization dawns on you and you glare. “Flattery will not get you out of this one, Black. Now what are you up to?”

He struggles yet again for an answer before, “Shoes!”

You look down at your shoes and frown upon not seeing anything out of the ordinary. “What are you talking about? My shoes are just fi-”

“They’re very nice.” He cuts you off, still not looking at you. His cheeks are as red as his tie at this point, and you are no less confused than you were when you started this conversation.

Sighing softly once more, you shake your head. “You’re not making any sense, Black. I just want to know-”

“The robes look good on you.” He interrupts you yet again, cheeks still flaming—but he’s looking at you now, so at least there’s that. “And the shoes, and the hair, and you in general-”

He’s beginning to ramble now, and all you can do is stand there and listen because you have no idea where this conversation is going anymore. Never really did in the first place, it seems, actually.

“Your eyes-” He’s still going, but your attention catches on something else behind him as you hear whispers behind a tapestry.

“Oh, for Godric’s sake-” you hear a voice mutter before Remus Lupin steps out, looking disgruntled as ever.

Two steps behind him is none other than James Potter—who at least has the decency to look sheepish when your eyes land on him.

Peter Pettigrew follows next and quickly scurries to stand somewhat behind the other two boys.

You have no idea when or how they got there without your notice, but in all fairness—when have the Marauders not been a confusing bunch?

Remus huffs, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts and catching your attention once more. “He’s trying to ask you out, L/N.” He explains simply.

You look back at Sirius, who smiles shyly and shrugs.

After a long moment of silence, you scoff. “Why didn’t you just say that!?”

Rather than letting Sirius respond, James steps forward, a lopsided smile on his face. “He can’t help it, L/N. He gets all nervous when he sees you and forgets how to talk, isn’t that right, Pads? Start sounding like Wormtail.”

Sirius nods quickly before looking at you and tilting his head, giving you a small smile.

Maybe it’s because his friends are here now, or simply that the proverbial cat is out of the bag—but for whatever blessed reason, Sirius finds his words. “So, um…would you like to go on the next Hogsmeade trip with me?”

You just stare at him for a few long moments, watching as he begins to shuffle nervously at your silence.

Finally, you raise a brow. “You gonna act normal?”

He nods vehemently, straightening up. “Promise.”

Behind him, the other Marauders are all nodding as well.

“Don’t worry, L/N. We’ll make sure he’s right for your date.” James winks, causing you to roll your eyes in amusement before looking back at Sirius.

“Okay.” You accept, smiling ever so slightly when Sirius breathes out a large sigh of relief and his friends start cheering loudly.

Just before you walk away, you toss one last look back at him.

“By the way, your hair looks pretty today too, Black.”

He smiles so wide it’s almost blinding, and you resume walking down the corridor with a small smirk.

3…2…1…

“Wait a minute, just today!? Oi!” You hear his loud Hippogriff footsteps start up again as he chases after you.

Yeah, he’s definitely back to normal.

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! wooh, first post of the new year!!! i hope you lovelies enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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xoxo,

mila! *: ･🐚༄🫧*ੈ✩

[sunnami]

the marauders as. . . whatever these love languages are (i).

a/n: i got addicted to writing drabbles. . .

“i’m touch-starved.”

there’s not a day where 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 isn’t holding onto you like a lifeline—a tether to this world when he feels like he’s about to float away. on mornings where he wakes up back in his childhood bedroom, portraits of jaundiced ancestors hurling insults at him as though he hasn’t already heard it all from his benevolent mother—he closes his eyes, and when he opens them, there you are. gone are the colorless walls of his early years, instead he’s drowning in the shades of you.

you’re wearing nothing but his shirt and the bursting hues of his devotion. he’s never been fluent in ‘i love you’ but for you, he wants to learn every language there is, so as long as you know that he is yours. yours to command, yours to throw away one day, yours to love—his soul and heart are utterly and irrevocably yours.

he pulls you closer to him because sirius black is a mad man, selfishly burrowing in your warmth like he’s been trudging through an eternal winter, desperate for light and the relief of your lips. sirius wraps his arms around your waist, as if to protect you from the sunlight—because you are his and not even the threat of tomorrow can take you away. he wants to stay close with you like this forever. until neither knows where they begin or end. he buries his nose in the crook of your neck—wondering if you’ll be cross if he pilfers a taste of your skin. the sound of your heartbeat is more beautiful than any orchestra symphony—he thinks your voice is what heaven’s choir is made of.

sirius splays his fingers on your bare stomach, his loose shirt riding up your waist. he aches, and oh, how he burns for you. he’s never been one for tears, but he finds that the reprieve of your touch can bring a wayward man to his knees. you are, in every essence, the answer to his prayers and the pardoning of his sins. he chases you like a drunkard drawn to firewhiskey—he’s afraid that you’ve gone and gotten him addicted to you.

to your fingers in his hair—tugging and pulling—then, to his tongue licking a trail against the column of your throat, your breath hot on his cheek, your nails digging in deep into his back, and the nights where love is spoken through fervent whimpers and whispers of adoration.

sirius knows it’ll be centuries until he becomes a man worthy of your love—but for now, he hopes you’ll let his arms protect you from harm, and his hands find solace in yours.

after all, you are the better parts of his soul.

a/n: i’m not sure if i hit the mark on touch-starved as a language BUT WE MOVE. remus next!

[jameskinniesrise]

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 - 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎.

❝that sirius black grin.❞

[wingedhallows]

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˎˊ˗

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓

what’ll be, men or women? (the scene in season one in the brothel) love at first sight (jock!vi & cait's friend!user) lipstick swatching (modern!vi x gf!user) protective (southern!vi x sweet little housewife! user) break time (southern!vi x sweet little housewife!user) my wife, my land (southern!vi x sweet little housewife! user) trouble, city girl? (southern!vi x city girl!user)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

painful memories (wlf!abby x gf!user; comfort) love language (wlf!abby x gf!user)

𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒

staying alive (angst, est. relationship) a place to heal (farm!ellie x gf!user) slow days (soft!ellie x gf!user)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐎𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐁 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐕𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄

solitary (est. relationship; oc is in solitary) phone call (angst; est.relationship) newbie (oc is new in prison) new prison director (oc is the new prison director of litchfield) not alone (oc joins alex in prison) yours (pure full) therapist (oc is the new therapist in litchfield)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓

hey, cass. i got a question for you (the scene where rue calls out cass for sleeping with nate; maybe not entirely accurate) moment of weakness (gf!user catches rue almost buying weed) withdrawals (gf!user helps rue through her withdrawals)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝟏𝟗 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏

treating cop you elevator rescue rescuing you (no est.relationship) cop girlfriend - rescuing you firefighter calendar (that scene in s3 where maya poses for the firefighter calendar) tough shift (non firefighter!user comforts maya) first responder (civi!gf is a first responder) spiked brownies (civi!gf eats edibles)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐁𝐆𝟑 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐇

no lighter, no problem (benefits of having a literally smokin' hot gf) you're struck during battle

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

vicious mind (arranged marriage; user w. attitude) marriage (arranged marriage; princess user) he's standing (that scene where ivar gets his braces and stands for the first time x gf!user)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

bloody nose for his sake (a bot from one of my fics - this one) choose your next words very carefully (also one of my fics - this one) after christmas break (gf!user comforts sirius after he had to stay home with his parents) reuniting after azkaban

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

asassin (user is a hit-woman who helps the BAU)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘

you killed someone (wife!user) flower shop in small heath? (shop owner!user) late visit (wife!user)

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐂𝐎𝐃 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

coloring in his tattoos (domestic!au)

𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆

sending him off for a mission (gf!user)

[mistress-riddle]

𝐇𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

✧ — 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

☆ — 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

୨ৎ — 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

❁ — 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒.

[magicpedia]

　　　₊　　i 𝒔𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝒃𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 when i wake up ; sink porcelain stained , ᶜʰᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 and 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 , just two days since the mainframe went down and 𝗂'𝗆 st͟i͟l͟l 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 up ( . . . ) missed calls , 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 from 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 i just don't trust ; mirror talk , 𝑭𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 , but i'll take a pound of your 𝑓l͟e͟s͟h before you take a piece of my pay stub ─── i 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 to 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 for what i have become .

⌗ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 featured on MAGICPEDIA, a multimuse based within 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 as created by jk rowling , includes canon and original characters , conjured by river 𓆗

[rcmvsj]

he had never longed for a full moon quite as much as he did now. social events had never been his thing—anything involving too many people, really. it never took him long to slip away into smaller groups, seeking out his friends as quickly as possible to avoid unnecessary conversation. but tonight, that hadn’t been necessary. from the moment he’d arrived, he hadn’t been alone. a glass of firewhisky rested in his hand, the ice clinking softly as he swirled the amber liquid. " no idea how much i’ve had, but i’m still far too sober. " though he blamed that on the wolf. the closer it got to the full moon, the higher his tolerance seemed to be. and just as he took another sip, his gaze landed on his companion. and a smile curved automatically on his lips. classic sirius black effect. " d’you reckon midnight’s a reasonable time to leave? " he murmured, keeping his voice low. he’d come, in part, for peter, but he doubted his absence would be noticed.

ft. 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @thefallenstarfm ) 📍 ST. MUNGOS

[bcrtiesjr]

his day at the ministry was usually bad. somehow, he managed not to despise his work routine, but when someone sent him on a mission, a bad day always turned worse. especially when night fell, and he found himself once again behind the mask, fighting for the other side. basically, a double life that was starting to consume him. he should quit. that thought crossed his mind sometimes, but it never went any further than that, never specifying which part of his life needed to end. “ honestly, black, ” he says, stepping into the office in question. “ this better be the bloody equivalent of a magical atomic bomb, because i don’t want to waste my time. ” he doesn’t bother to greet him, simply fixing his gaze on him. “ if it’s another ruddy cursed locket, i’m gonna lose it. ” he rolls his eyes in a gesture of mockery. exaggerating, of course. they had never sent him there for something irrelevant— there were always dangers lurking when it came to handling mysterious artefacts. “ sometimes i wonder if all you ever did at hogwarts was skive off… ” a soft huff escapes his nose as he crosses his arms over his chest, expectant.

ft. 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @thefallenstarfm )

[eddieisashifter]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐑 ​🇵​​🇷​​🇮​​🇳​​🇨​​🇪​​🇸​​🇹​​🇦​​🇷​

𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐱 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒

𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂: eyeliner like a dagger. golden rings on thin fingers. manicured nails. looks that could kill. black turtlenecks. loose wrist gestures. low chuckles. arched eyebrows. witty retorts. king without a crown. unapproachable aura. waistcoats. black lipstick. gothic novels. youngest sibling. hyacinths. the rolling stones. cigarette smoke.

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂: leather jackets. practical jokes. unkempt hair. smudged eyeliner. shitty ass stitching on homemade patches. shitpost calligraphy. cheeky grins. mysterious leg bruises. malicious compliance. pink floyd. record stores. fluent sarcasm. dad jokes. chipped nail polish. shots of firewhisky. ripped up jeans. boisterous laughter. david bowie.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀 ​🇼​​🇭​​🇦​​🇹​❜​🇸​ ​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇳​​🇪​​🇼​​🇪​​🇸​​🇹​ ​🇭​​🇴​​🇹​ ​🇬​​🇴​​🇸​​🇸​​🇮​​🇵​?

With status behind both of their names and reputations to go along with it, the habits of Edmund Crowley and Sirius Black is one of the hottest gossip topics at Hogwarts.

According to the rumors, the two rivals have known each other since childhood, as their two pureblood families are closely allied. Due to a harsh difference in personality, Edmund and Sirius hated each other from day one. This only progressed once they began to attend Hogwarts, sorted into the rival houses of Slytherin and Gryffindor respectively.

The two's disdain turned into a rivalry, as the two gifted wizards began to turn everything into a competition. During their first couple years at Hogwarts, they couldn't even be in the same room without ending up in an argument. Usually verbal, though wands have almost been drawn on several occasions.

But, still, when Edmund isn't looking his way, Sirius looks at him like he's the sun—bold, bright and powerful. And, though more reserved, Edmund's ears prick up every time he hears the Gryffindor's boisterous laugh from across the Great Hall. Though, neither of them will admit to it if their behaviors were called out.

The tension between Edmund and Sirius has cranked up in recent years, and as their fifth year at Hogwarts begins, the rest of us are starting to wonder—is there something more than hate behind that rivalry?

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂��𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 — rivals-to-lovers. secret relationship. height difference. opposites attract. black cat x golden retriever. stoic x unserious. slowburn. B fell first, A fell harder. one night stand turned relationship. BICKERING. nicknames.

[nsirius]

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ✦

tojours  pur.  not  just  a  crest,  but  a  legacy and  a  promise.  as  a  boy,  you  traced  your  family  tree  with  soft  fingertips,  skirting  around  the  scorch  marks  and  picking  at  the  paper  with  prim,  perfect  nails.  above  you,  a wall  of  constellations  and  stars;  your  heritage  delineated  in  the  cosmos.  you  were  a  proud  child   —   arrogant  by  nature  and  bolstered  by  your  parents’  insistence  that  you  were  exceptional  by  virtue  of  blood  and  birthright.  a  hero  of  myth  in  a  world  of  mortal  men. 

but  when  you  were  tall  enough,  when  you  scrambled  over  the  walls  and  emerged  into  the  world  beyond  your  father’s  kingdom,  you  found  yourself  standing  toe  to  toe  with  an  uncomfortable  truth.  when  you  played  with  the  muggle  children  in  the  back  alleys and up the closes,  when  you  fell  and  skinned  your  bony  elbows,  your  wounds  were  still  fringed  with  grit  and  dirt.  you  compared  battle  scars  and  felt  your  heart  sink  as  the  realisation  set  in.  there  was  no  ichor  in  your  veins.  you  all bled  the  same. 

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃  . . .

but you clung onto faith. you wanted so badly to believe in your legacy that, when you shouldered your way into a carriage with three other boys and proclaimed yourself to be a god, you clawed and spat at the bright-eyed stranger who told you it wasn’t so. we’re all the same here, he said smugly. you’d better just get used to it. 

and as it later transpired, you were the same. four boys connected by four threads of fate — all red and gold. your stomach dropped and your cheeks flamed as you slunk towards the lions’ den; the dark eyes of your family boring into you from across the hall. it was your first taste of an othering. you wrote to your mother and told her of your troubles and creeping doubts. you begged her to explain and to set your mind at ease, but she did not return your letter. 

and as autumn turned to winter, as you edged closer to your new companions with all confidence of a mean stray, you began to wonder. 

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 / 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 . . .

the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. you were brothers in more than just name — and you did have a name; a shared moniker chosen over the course of long nights spent scheming and laughing and swapping secrets. you would have split your palms and sealed your fates together gladly.  

but as you grew older, and as your shadows grew longer, you began to sense that you'd been cast adrift in a dark ocean. the waters yet uncharted were deep, and dark, and home to unseen monsters — but you knew them all too well. they smiled back at you in the mirror and in polaroid photos; once-treasured memories, now turned sour. you’re one of them, aren’t you? sirius black. dip your head below the surface and you’ll grow scales and sharp teeth. do it, and you'll be free to swim. 

you’re struggling to stay afloat, and you’re starting to sense that your friends would sooner see you tugged down by the current than hoist you back to shore. there’s both light and dark inside you, but maybe your light is different to theirs — the cold fire of a star on the brink of collapse. . .

[rafesfavslut]

hi oh my gosh!!! can i plsplspls request ☃️ for the marauders!

i'm a girl (into guys!!) & my favourite colour is pink! i'm told i'm both 5&70 years old, if that makes any sense. i also have asd! oh & am a proud gryffindor! i super duper appreciate literature - quite literally am a book HOARDER. i'm quite shy to be honest, but still somehow constantly embarrassing myself (like how i was thinking to type that i can't finish a full jacket potato then realised that was completely irrelevant) ☝️ i love school, and studying, and chocolate. i have some fish & a dog! i only own one pair of jeans as i'm more a skirt/dress-y person, yet i find it hard to find cute shoes to match my outfits. i can't stand tv or movies most of the time - i get bored!! i frequently volunteer! lovelove taylor swift & the beatles. i'm super crafty & have two zillion & a half scrapbooks and as many stickers and bits to fill them with. i can talk for ages & ages about something that is of interest OR EVEN disinterest to me... & apparently i'm a very "enthusiastic" person by nature???? i like people who challenge me, intellectually, socially, what not, my brain needs to keep working!! but on the flipside i like to relax sometimes and value that too. gosh i hope this isn't too much but enough at the same time.

thank you sososos much, lavalavayouuuu

𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

a/n: hii!! im so sorry this took too long for me to reply, i hope you'll enjoy it

would get jealous of your dog

would listen to taylor swift for you but ended up to be a swiftie as well

loves to yap but loves it even more when youre the one talking

[clesired]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓 | 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 !

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ! you miss one quidditch game, and somehow sirius ends up in the hospital wing!?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! no warnings, fluff, fem!reader, friends to lovers, second person pov, 1.6k words!

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Stupid, stupid, man! You can’t help but think to yourself as you hastily make your way through the empty corridors.

Of course, it’s the one time you miss a Quidditch game that your best friend decides to go and get himself hurt. You swear he’s gonna be the death of you.

You’d already felt terrible having to tell him you couldn’t make it to the game today because you had to finish a paper for one of your classes. The look on his face when you broke the news had almost convinced you to change your mind, his puppy dog eyes your greatest weakness—something you suspect he is well aware of and uses to his advantage as much as possible.

And now that he’s been injured? You just know he’s gonna give you hell for not being there. You’re inclined to let him though, because after this—you’re never missing a game again.

You don’t even know how severe the injury is yet—Remus’ patronus message having only given you minimum context, but it really doesn’t matter. It could be a simple scratch and that would be more than enough to get you going.

The first people you see when you enter the hospital wing are Remus and Peter. As soon as they notice your arrival, they step away from the bed they’re surrounding.

Your eyes fall to Sirius, who immediately smiles as he locks eyes with you. And just like every other time he looks at you, the butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter enthusiastically.

“Bug!” He calls out happily, his tone affectionate as he immediately attempts to get out of the bed—pouting when Remus forces him to remain seated on the edge.

“Moony! Tell Poppy I don’t need anymore of those nasty potions, my bug is here!” He makes a stink face at the thought of said potions before he looks back at you and smiles once more. “And she’s all the medicine I need.” He says sweetly, causing Remus and Peter to chuckle softly as you blush.

Remus nudges Peter gently and then calls out to you two, “We’re gonna go catch the last of the match and come back with Prongs before dinner. You good here, Pads?”

He nods quickly. “Perfect.”

As they leave, you move to stand beside his bed, your eyes scanning his form—assessing the damage.

Sirius notices what you’re doing and lifts his left arm, which you only now realize looks a little…off. “Just a broken arm, love. Nothing a little Skelegro can’t fix.” He says softly, tilting his head back to continue looking at you.

You huff softly, moving to stand between his spread legs as you frown gently. Your hand moves on its own accord, cupping his neck as you feel him swallow softly and lean further into your touch.

“You’re not allowed to get hurt again.” You grumble quietly, causing him to chuckle softly as he uses his uninjured arm to wrap around your waist and pull you closer.

He presses his face into your stomach ever so gently before looking up at you once more, smirking cheekily. “And you’re not allowed to miss one of my games again.”

You’re just about to respond when you feel a pinch at your side, causing you to yelp softly instead. You immediately glare down at Sirius as he just smiles and rubs the pinched skin soothingly.

“That’s what you get for taking my good luck charm away from me, bug.” He says unapologetically, causing you to roll your eyes playfully as you shake your head in amusement.

He’s talking about you, of course.

When you two had met in first year, he’d found you holding a bunch of ladybugs in the middle of the courtyard, completely uncaring of the odd looks the other students were giving you.

His first instinct had been to poke fun, of course. Why in Merlin’s name would you be playing with bugs!?

You hadn’t been fazed by his taunting though. Instead, you’d explained that ladybugs signified good luck and placed one in his hand, sweetly wishing him luck in all his endeavors.

You’ve been his ‘good luck charm’ ever since, hence the nickname.

“Oh, how ever shall I make it up to you, Siri? I’ll do anything!” You say dramatically, thumb gently caressing the side of his neck as you giggle.

He looks up at you, a soft smile on his face as he watches you laugh. He squeezes your waist gently with his uninjured hand and pulls you even closer.

His thumb slips beneath the hem of your shirt to caress the skin of your hip as he swallows, his eyes falling to your lips before quickly looking back up into your eyes.

“Anything?” He repeats lowly, causing your breath to hitch ever so slightly. There’s a tension now, that wasn’t here just seconds ago.

You nod slowly, your eyes mirroring his movements as you focus on his mouth, your heart racing at lightning speed. “Anything.” You whisper.

The next moment happens so fast—one second you’re looking at him and the next, he’s got you locked in a deep kiss as he pulls you to sit in his lap.

You return the embrace readily, mindful of his arm as you card your hands through his hair and tug gently. The action pulls a groan out of him and you do it again, kissing him deeper.

His uninjured hand moves to hold you by the neck as he takes charge, getting a soft moan out of you before eventually pulling back to let you catch your breath.

His eyes are dark and heady with want as he stares at you, taking in your kiss-stung lips with pure satisfaction.

Still holding your neck, he squeezes gently. “I don’t think you’ve made it up to me yet, bug.” He says quietly, tracing the tip of his nose along the side of your neck.

You let out a little shiver, your breath hitching once more as your hands move to rest at the nape of his neck. “I don’t think I have either, Siri.” You agree softly.

His eyes darken even further as he begins pressing gentle kisses all across your neck and up your jaw.

Suddenly, the sound of a loud gasp causes you two to spring apart as you attempt to get out of Sirius’ lap—a fruitless endeavor, as he holds you firmly in place.

“Mr. Black, I do recall telling you not to put strain on your body while the Skelegro mends your arm.” Madam Pomfrey chastises, staring him down as she deposits a tray of new potions at her desk.

You blush in embarrassment, successfully managing to get off of Sirius’ lap this time as you look down, smoothing out the wrinkles in your skirt.

“I’m so sorry, Madam Pomfrey!” You apologize quickly, not wanting to get in trouble.

The older witch looks over to you and softens, smiling gently as she waves her hand dismissively. “Oh, don’t fret, my dear. I’m well aware of Mr. Black’s stubbornness.”

Sirius clutches at his chest dramatically as he pouts at her. “You wound me, Poppy!” He pretends to shed a tear before looking at you.

He grabs your hand, pulling you back into his arms. “I think I need another kiss to make me feel better, bug. My heart is aching!” He puckers his lips.

You and Madam Pomfrey share a look before you both roll your eyes playfully.

Looking back down at him, you peck his lips softly but quickly and then straighten up, raising a brow. “There. Happy now?” You ask teasingly.

He just shakes his head and puckers his lips once again, making you giggle as you shake your head. “We’re in the hospital wing, Siri.” You remind him gently.

Now that Madam Pomfrey is here, you’re not going to risk it—the quick peck as far as you were willing to go.

It’s his turn to roll his eyes as he huffs softly. “Fine. You’ll have to make that up to me too, then.”

You smile, nodding along. “I’ll give you all the kisses you want later, I promise.”

But he just shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. S’not gonna cut it.” He mumbles, squeezing your waist once more as he sneakily presses a soft kiss to your hip before you can stop him.

You chuckle softly, brows raising as you tilt your head. “No?”

He shakes his head again, pressing another kiss to your hip.

“How should I make it up to you then, Siri?” You question with a smile.

He swallows softly as he slowly looks up at you then, sobering up some as he studies your face intently. His expression is so open and raw, so vulnerable right now that it steals the breath right out of your lungs.

You’ve never seen him look so nervous before and you try to keep your hopes at bay—not wanting to jump to conclusions just yet.

He inhales gently before slowly grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers and resting your locked hands on his thigh.

“Be mine, bug.” He says simply, soft and quiet—his words only meant for your ears.

The smile you give him is unmatched as you nod quickly, any thoughts of propriety out the window as you pull him into another deep kiss.

It doesn’t last long though, both of you smiling too much to keep the embrace going. When you pull back, he’s smiling contentedly.

“Finally my bug.” He says quietly, humming thoughtfully as he smirks softly. “And all I had to do was break an arm to make it happen.”

You do a double take. “Wait, what?”

He planned this?

You smack his uninjured arm gently as you glare. “You didn’t have to get yourself hurt just to ask me out, Siri!” You scold your boyfriend.

Merlin, he’s your boyfriend now! The thought makes you giddy and you can’t hold your glare any longer as you smile, blushing softly.

His only response is to return your smile and shrug as he pulls you in for a tender kiss and murmurs softly.

“Worth it.”

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! wooh, first oneshot done!!! i hope you lovelies enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

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xoxo,

mila! *: ･🐚༄🫧*ੈ✩

[a-reverii]

⭑ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ⭑

— 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

this shelf is empty

— 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒.

sharing a cigarette with sirius.

sirius helps you put on your eyeliner. ⋮ ( requested )

sirius finds you smoking a cigarette. ⋮ ( requested )

— 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

a faithful companion. ⋮ ( dark )

in which, a black dog seems to keep you company wherever you go.

— 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.

this shelf is empty

← back to masterlist.

[wingedhallows]

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˎˊ˗

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

you don't know shit (angst, fluff ending, platonic ) | 1.6 words i won't make it, love (angst, death ) |0.6k words i'll be fine (angst, happy ending to "i won't make it love" )| 1.6k words women shouldn't curse (fluff, angst, angry sirius) |1k words

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

i got my eye on you (marauders (sirius black) x reader) | chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

murder on our minds ( slight smut, hurt remus ) |0.8k words bloody party (blood, revenge) | 0.8k words

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

mask (angst, marauders era ) | 0.9k words is that blood? (angst, blood, fluff, marauders era ) | 0.7k words i'm older than you think (fluff, post azkaban sirius) | 1k words if i can still breathe (marauders era, angst) | 0.9k words i won't make it, love (angst, death ) |0.6k words chose your next words very carefully (post azkaban sirius, anger) |0.5k words my choice (marauders era, angst, death eater!reader / requested) |2.3k words a little jealousy (marauders era, angst, fluff) | 0.9k words prank gone wrong (marauders era, angst, fluff) | 2.1k words women shouldn't curse (fluff, angst, angry sirius) |1k words

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

traitor (sirius x fem! oc) | chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four we'll be family (sirius x fem!oc) | chapter one ; chapter two ancient one (marauders (sirius black x fem!oc) | chapter one

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

cause you're kinda cute (fluff, marauders era) | 0.7k words be stupid somewhere else (fluff, marauders era) | 0.5k words right company (fluff, badass reader, marauders era) | 1k words

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

fix it (angst, marauders era) | 0.8k words misunderstandings ( angst, fluff, marauders era ) | 1k words

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

i was a kid (angst, order of the phoenix) | 0.6k words

[mistress-riddle]

. . . 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.

࿐ key : (g) ─ general, (a/c) ─ angst/comfort, (s) ─ suggestive, (f) ─ fluff.

☆ · ── 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬. (f)

-> sirius steals your socks during the winter cold.

☆ · ── 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞? (g)

-> sirius entrusts you with an important task and you do right by him.

extra . . .

☆ · ── 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.

☆ · ── 𝐃𝐄𝐂��𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 w the marauders.

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[amorchai]

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.

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𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒' 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒.

coming soon!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

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𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒.

sirius visits you at work. ꒰ fluff ꒱

the marauder’s surprise you on your birthday. ꒰ platonic ꒱

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.

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