#𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

[gr8twar]

                                   @lycantied asked  :  " come on , sirius , we're going to be late . "

The room had been pitch black when Sirius had collapsed onto the bed, but now the morning sun had crept in around the edges of his curtains (black-out - as if, he wanted his money back) and he groaned, throwing one arm across his eyes. His head was pounding, his mouth dry; when he squinted at the dim clock on his bedside table he could see he'd gained about four hours of sleep, give or take. Can't complain, he thought grimly. Could be worse.

Remus's voice had woken him, but it was the slam of his bedroom door against the wall that had really dragged him from sleep. "'m up," he managed, groggily, though his eyelids were so heavily they threatened to slam shut again. He forced them open. If he settled back into the pillows he would definitely fall asleep, and Remus wasn't above just leaving him there. Then he'd have to face Moody's wrath alone. The thought made him grimace, and provided enough impetus that he got himself onto his feet, though the world dipped and swirled around him. The glass by his bed was empty. Water, he thought robotically. Shower. Remus? He wasn't sure where Remus came into that list, but he always snuck in somehow.

The kitchen was too bright; he squinted painfully, scratching the back of his head, the tiles cold on his bare feet, the morning air cold on his bare chest. "Jesus," he said. "Why does Moody always make us come in so fucking early for a bollocking? It's not like we killed anyone." This time.

[clesired]

𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 | 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

©clesired - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other media platforms.

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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.❞

[ivy-recs]

જ⁀➴ ♡ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

Within these gilded halls rest the tales I have adored, each a jewel among the written realms. Should any author wish their work removed, a word sent my way shall see it done with grace and reverence.

ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʟᴅᴇᴅ ʟɪʙʀᴀʀʏ ✰ 1/12/24

@ellecdc ✩ a marauders guide to siblings ✩ chef!sirius x mixologist!reader ✩ fem!reader who thinks she's pregnant again

@lupinsversion ✩ bad dog sirius has a bad habit of flirting with others, especially in front of his girlfriend. has she finally had enough?

@nottswitch ✩ yellow hearts the times you put yellow hearts around his name, and the times he put them around yours.

@lovemenotts ✩ sober feelings

@thatdammchickennugget ✩ i got you first

@inkdrinkerworld ✩ fem!reader who doesn't want kids ✩ clingy!sirius

@thestoryofella ✩ telephone after a breakup with Sirius, allowing him to make a move to pursue his music dreams, you find yourself in an exciting game of telephone with his best mates, desperate to find out details of his new life. Unbeknownst to you, there are others involved in this game of telephone. 

@moonstruckme ✩ shy!reader

@appocalipse ✩ right where i want to be it's only when lily accidentally spills amortentia on you and all you can smell is cigarettes and dog fur that you realize you're in love with sirius — probably the only person in the world you shouldn't be in love with.

@sun-kissy ✩ date

@rebelelegance✩ misunderstandings Sirius is yours and you are his. But do you both know that?

[mistress-riddle]

𝐇𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

✧ — 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

☆ — 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

୨ৎ — 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

❁ — 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒.

[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 𝐓𝐇��𝐓'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

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐀 ·:*¨༺

⋆。°✩ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍

⋆。°✩ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

⋆。°✩ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊

⋆。°✩ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒

⋆。°✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃

⋆。°✩ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍

⋆。°✩ 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒

༻¨*:· 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 ·:*¨༺

⋆。°✩ 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

༻¨*:· 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ·:*¨༺

⋆。°✩ 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

⋆。°✩ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

⋆。°✩ 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘

༻¨*:· 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. ·:*¨༺

⋆。°✩ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

༻¨*:· 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 ·:*¨༺

⋆。°✩ 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐑

⋆。°✩ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃

[amorchai]

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.

return to ─ masterlist.

you can find my sirius black playlist here!

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒.

tba !!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

tba !!

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒.

sirius visits you at work. ꒰ fluff ꒱

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

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.

tba !!

amorchai © ─ all rights reserved. no reposting/translating/copying will be tolerated.

[misicuwrites]

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐊𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐎𝐕𝐀 / 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE : ㅤAleksander always knew his soulmate had to be the fabled Sun Summoner. it was one of the last things he was absolutely certain of… BUT HE DIDN’T CONSIDER THIS ㅤreader is the mother of a very young sun summoner

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

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𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

tba .

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒

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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐘

tba .

𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓

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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒 & 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

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tag drop pt. 1 !

[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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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.

[withcringhcurss]

﹕   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑⠀  ›      @aciiers

lily  would  be  the  first  to  admit  that  she  had  a  surprising  tendency  to  stumble  upon  things  that  seemed  out  of  place  —  she'd  always  been  great  at  '  find  the  differences  '  games  ,  had  never  lost  a  game  of  hide  and  seek  ,  could  pick  out  the  most  expensive  item  from  a  display  without  a  glance  at  the  price  -  tag  :  it  wasn't  a  particularly  useful  talent  ,  but  she  knew  she  was  good  at  it  .  walking  out  of  the  cramped  backroom  of  the  pub  ,  a  box  of  bottles  to  replace  in  hand  ,  and  seeing  one  sirius  black  approaching  her  ?  she'd  not  seen  that  one  coming  ,  and  while  before  this  summer  she  would've  snapped  at  him  without  hesitation  .  .  .  she  was  regretfully  curious  now  .  she'd  not  given  too  much  thought  to  their  chance  meeting  ,  but  the  redhead  remembered  his  face  —  the  way  something  about  his  eyes  that  night  had  caused  her  heart  to  squeeze  painfully  inside  her  chest  for  just  a  second  .  fuck  her  ,  huh  ?  so  ,  no  ,  she  didn't  snap  at  him  .  instead  ,  lily  simply  set  the  box  down  with  a  chorus  of  clinks  ,  brow  raised  in  unison  with  the  tilt  of  her  head  as  she  spoke  .  "  no  funny  lookin'  suit  this  time  ,  black  ?  i'm  heartbroken  .  "

[morwap]

����𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐—

NAV • MLIST • BOUNDARIES &. FYI • TAG • REQUESTS

i will be posting these and only taking halloween themed requests

i wanted to do kinktober this year and looked at the prompts on the tag but there were a lot of 18+ mdni (understandable) so i decided to just come up with my own things so there might be similar kinks to what’s on a lot of prompts and there might not i’m just going with what i want to!

things to know:

1. all will be fem!afab!reader with she/her pronouns,

2. every situation has a safe word,

3. some of these might not be considered “kinks” to ppl.

4. some might have other kinks but the one listed is the main one,

5 some characters are repeated if i used a poly! version for one day i might have a different day with one of the characters! ALSO i’m doing jed and danny for two different days one being post!entity and one being pre!entity even tho jed and danny or the same person i just want to write using jeds persona!

6. you all are free to use this as a prompt and change the characters to who you write for! i would liked to be tagged so i can keep up with your kinktober posts especially if you use this!

this has a mix of different characters i write for! this will be active on the 1st of october so please enjoy and come along this 31 day ride! TIME OF POSTS: 12:30 pm est

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 - 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑: 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘 - 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓: 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 - 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔: 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 - 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌 - 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖: 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 & 𝐒𝐓𝐔 - 𝐂𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗: 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎: 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 - (𝐖𝐄𝐁) 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏: 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐍 - 𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐: 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐒 - 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟑: 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓 - 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟒: 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 - 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟓: 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 - 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟔: 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐍 - 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐗 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟕: 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 - 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟖: 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑 - 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟗: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈 - 𝐖𝐀𝐗 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: 𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 - 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐗 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 - 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐: 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍 - 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑: 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒: 𝐉𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐍 - 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓: 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 - 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐃 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔: 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐂𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐃 - 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟕: 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 - 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐁 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟖: 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍- 𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟗: 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 - 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐉𝐎𝐁 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎: 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 - 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐄 |

| 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟏: 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄 - 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 |