#Sirius Black daughter

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Hi love! Could I request a Fred Weasley x Sirius Black's daughter? Like low key goth, full of attitude, and overly confident reader, maybe they're in a meeting for the order and she's giving full attitude or something?? I just need more confident/bitchy reader bro T-T I'm tired of all the 'not like other girls' and shy readers like brother I speak my mind. anywho I love you and you're writing your amazing <3

Hello dear Anon! I hope it’s okay that I tweaked this just a little because I’ve been reading OOTP and it’s a crime that this scene wasn’t included because Fred vs Sirius?! I’d initially planned something much different but ended up 4k words deep here 😂 I love writing a fiery reader and would love to do more of this OC. Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: mentions of injury, Arthur’s attack, general unrest, drinking, brief mention of potential alcohol addiction, sadness and anger. Fred has big emotions. Mentions of Umbitch. Brief nod to the reader potentially being a seer? Secret relationship that gets revealed.

Word count: 4k words (I got sucked in)

The eye of the snake.

"But professor," you protested weakly, actually considering the implications of your actions for once.

"I hardly think now is the time for propriety Miss Black," Professor McGonagall says as she ushers you through the common room and up the stairs towards the boys dormitories, whilst she heads towards the girls to retrieve Ginny. An odd night all around, you thought.

With shaking hands you held your illuminated wand out in front of you as a beacon, though you hardly needed a guide having made this walk so many times before, though never this quickly and without watching out for every creaking floorboard. You reached out for the door handle and slid it open, trying to stay quiet as to not disturb Lee. George was snoring as usual, surprisingly in rhythm with Lee's slight nose whistle which briefly made you ponder how the hell Fred was able to sleep through this crescendo of noise.

You creep towards Fred's bed first, knowing that time was of the essence and gave him a quick shake on his shoulder whilst whispering his name. You felt almost guilty for waking him, seeing him so peaceful in his sleep, knowing that Dumbledore's immediately summoning of yourself and the Weasley children was an ominous and foreboding sign. He looked so handsome, so relaxed and for the briefest of moments you forgot your assignment, wanting nothing more than to just climb in and cuddle up to him, feeling his warmth and softness.

You'd felt it all night, sleep evading you and your eventual dreams disturbed, the sense of something bad occurring pulling at the edge of your mind like a summoning charm. You'd felt the unease, the disquiet all night but couldn't sense anything beyond that, with no details making theirselves known, no visions of what lay ahead beyond the general sense of impending doom.

"Freddie!" You say a little louder, giving him a harder shake, watching as he stirs and eventually opens his eyes, immediately squinting at the light your wand is emitting. "Get up, it's important." You hoped that your blunt tone was enough to drag him out of his slumber and shuffled off towards George's bed where to attempted to wake him too.

"George," you say, giving him a harsh nudge on his shoulder, knowing that he'd be sleeping much deeper than Fred ever did. "George wake up!"

He groans, throwing his arm over his face but you don't pay him any mind, reaching for his dressing gown on the chair beside him and throwing it directly at his face.

"What's happening?" Fred groans, voice deep and thick with sleep.

"Dumbledore's called for us, McGonagall's getting Ginny, somethings happened."

He was out of bed in a flash, recognising your tone of voice enough to know that you were far from joking. George took a bit more corralling but he was quickly roused as you walked out of their dorm, followed closely by both twins who were every inch as disheveled physically as you felt internally. You met Ginny and Professor McGonagall at the top of the stairs and walked quickly and silently behind her, allowing Ginny to walk ahead with her brothers.

"There's been an... incident," McGonagall says, her words carefully considered to give little away of the situation, another ominous sign. "Your father has been injured, though we don't know how serious it is at this time. Professor Dumbledore is doing all he can with Potter's guidance."

"Harry? What's he got to do with this?" Ginny asks quickly, naturally hanging on every word that the professor said. She looked frightened and you could hardly blame her, considering the news. The twins remained uncharacteristically quiet as you walked quickly through the corridors until you were outside the headmasters office.

"Fizzing whizbee."

McGonagall turns to Ginny, casting a glance to the rest of you out of curtesy as the spiralling staircase presents itself at the correct password.

"It appears Mr Potter saw the attack take place."

"We've located your father and he's been taken to St Mungo's Hospital for maladies and Injuries. I'll be sending you all to Sirius' house, it's much more convenient than the Burrow. You'll be meeting your mother there," Dumbledore explains. At the mention of your father, your eyes shoot up to Dumbledore and it suddenly becomes clear why you have been sent for in addition to the Weasley family. Your dad, the safe house, the order of the Phoenix. Arthur must have been injured during Order business.

"How are we going?" Fred asks, his voice sounding as sullen as his face. He sounds unnerved, shaken, and you fight the natural instinct to reach for his hand. "Floo powder?"

"No." Dumbledore says with a slightly shake of his head, "the Floo Network is being watched. You will be taking a Portkey,"

He indicates to an old kettle lying innocently on his desk, the inanimate object having missed your notice upon entering. "We are waiting for Phineas Nigellus to report back... I want to be sure that the coast is clear before sending you on your way."

His gaze slips to you upon mention of your great-great-great grandfather but you avert your eyes, hardly knowing your place in that moment. Usually you had no trouble expressing your opinion, regardless of the situation, but right now you felt the best thing was to stay quiet and offer a supportive presence.

You thought of your own father, the both of you having spent so long forced apart and of his current predicament, essentially forced under house arrest by the Order. It was safer that way, but your heart still ached for how lonely he would be. You felt conflicted and impossibly guilty at the slight excitement you felt at seeing your dad again in respect of what your boyfriend and the others would be feeling at their own father's fate. Mr Weasley had been a surrogate dad to you whilst your own father was locked away and had been a constant presence in your life, making you feel even guiltier for the hopeful feeling you had about your own dad.

Your eyes suddenly whip around to the flash of a flame from the centre of the office, watching as a golden feather emerges from the combustion, your eyes trailing it downwards as it floats right to the floor.

'"Fawkes's warning," Dumbledore half-explains, eyes flickering between the golden feather and then towards McGonagall.

"Professor Umbridge must know you're out of your beds. Minerva, go and head her off - tell her any story."

Professor McGonagall was gone within seconds, her messy braid whipping behind her as she exits the office in a flash.

"He says he'll be delighted," an all too familiar voice suddenly says in a grumbling, bored voice. Your eyes trail up to the portrait of your ancestor, the Slytherin banner proudly waving behind him, his face as sour as you remember.

"My great-great-grandson has always had an odd taste in house-guests," he adds with a particular distaste before his eyes meet yours for only a moment, recognising instantly who you are. "As does his daughter."

"What a lovely reunion," you snark, fighting back a roll of your eyes as the familiar anger simmers deep in your gut at his choice of words, not even bothering to conceal the archaic values of your ancestors that belong in the past with them.

"You have all used a Portkey before?" asks Dumbledore, waiting for confirmation from you all as you huddle around the old black teapot, each of you nervous for different reasons of what will be waiting for you on the other side.

"Good. On the count of three then... one... two..."

"Back again, the blood-traitor brats. Is it true their father's dying?" You barely had time to register the creaky voice, never mind distinguish his words as you recovered from the nausea of travelling by portkey. Your stomach still felt tingly, the pulling sensation behind your navel and the wind ringing past your ears as you trapsed through space and time was never a comfortable feeling, having ended up in your dad's gloomy kitchen only moments later.

"Mistress Black returns with her blood traitor friends." You're about to curse into the horrible little elf when you hear a second voice shout loudly from the sidelines, rendering you speechless.

'OUT!'

Fred from beside you helps you up, knowing even in his time of need that Portkey travel did not agree with you and gives you a little nudge towards where your dad leans on the doorframe awaiting your arrival.

"Dad!" You scrambled, running off to hug your father who welcomed you with open arms, chuckling heartily as you barged into him with a slam. You felt awful doing this in front of the Weasley children but you'd allow this for yourself now and apologise later. You looked over your dads shoulder through the wild brown ringlets of his hair and saw that a single place had been set at the table, with a single lit candle and the remains of a solitary supper that made your heart clench. He smelt like stale drink, your stomach roiling nervously at the thought. Was that how he was occupying himself?

You suddenly pulled away, knowing that it wasn't the right time for a long, drawn out reunion and stepped back in line, in between Fred and George.

"What's going on?" He asks, turning to look upon the Weasley siblings. "Phineas Nigellus said Arthur's been badly injured —"

"Ask Harry," says Fred, particularly bluntly, no doubt frustrated that he wasn't getting a solid answer. You watch as your dad turns to Harry, pulling him into a warm embrace, trying to get him to open up.

"Yeah, I want to hear this for myself," adds George.

"It was, I had a - a kind of - vision," he stutters, beginning to explain the vision in great detail. Throughout the retelling, you have to stop yourself for reaching out for Fred's hand multiple times, knowing that you can't in front of everyone.

"Is Mum here?" Fred asks, turning to your dad once Harry had explained everything. You watch as George's face fills with dread, apparently having not realised up to now that she wasn't present amongst you.

"She probably doesn't even know what's happened yet," explains your dad. "The important thing was to get you away before Umbridge could interfere. I expect Dumbledores letting Molly know now."

"We've got to go to St Mungo's," says Ginny with a sense of urgency. You watch as she pauses, looking around all of you who are still dressed in your nightwear having been ripped from your beds not an hour before. 'Sirius, can you lend us cloaks or anything? Y/n?"

"Hang on, you can't go tearing off to St Mungo's!" Your dad says suddenly, eyes ablaze as if he's personally affronted by the suggestion. Your mouth opens immediately to protest but Fred manages to find the words first, his face stern.

"Course we can go to St Mungo's if we want, he's our dad!'" You can see how physically tense he's gotten, not taking very well to being told no by someone he didn't see as an authoritative figure, even if it was his girlfriend's dad.

"And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked before the hospital even let his wife know?"

"What does that matter?" Adds George hotly, clearly thinking along the same lines as Fred, outraged at your dad's block.

"It matters because we don't want to draw attention to the fact that Harry is having visions of things that are happening hundreds of miles away!" Your dad replies angrily. "Have you any idea what the Ministry would make of that information?"

You reach out suddenly for Fred's hand, trying to ground him. The physical contact seems to pull him back to earth, preventing him from saying something he'd inevitably regret... or maybe not knowing Fred.

Ginny instead tries to offer alternatives in a much more grounded way, "Somebody else could have told us... we could have heard it somewhere other than Harry."

"Like who?" Your dad says impatiently with a sigh. "Listen, your dad's been hurt while on duty for the Order and the circumstances are fishy enough without his children knowing about it seconds after it happened, you could seriously damage the Order's-"

"We don't care about the dumb Order!'" Fred shouts, breaking away from your grip, as if it was holding him back. You're suddenly acutely aware that you are stuck in this awkward position, trapped between your dad and your secret boyfriend, hardly able to say anything to diffuse the situation. Your mouth physically hurts as you bite the inside of your cheek, finding it near impossible to keep out of it.

"It's our dad dying we're talking about!" George yells, mere seconds later.

"Your father knew what he was getting into and he won't thank you for messing things up for the Order!" Your dad replies with as much force as he was receiving, "This is how it is - this is why you're not in the Order - you don't understand - there are things worth dying for!'

You're a second away from physically pulling Fred away, knowing that whatever the next words would be that came out of his mouth, they'd be harsh and venom-filled.

"Easy for you to say, stuck here!' bellows Fred. "I don't see you risking your neck!"

You watch in horror as your dad pales, the look in his eyes darkening and you know in that moment that he'd quite like to hit Fred, something you would not be allowing. You'd been quiet too long, allowed them both to get out their frustrations but you'd had enough of that. You wouldn't choose sides, wouldn't force either of them to comply or get along but for your sake you hoped they could at least be cordial. You'd take the brunt of their frustrations if you had to, just to diffuse the situation.

"Right that's enough," you say, finding the words escaping you before you could really think about what you're saying. "Dad get the kettle on," you say with a nod of your head, a small and very false smile playing on your lips. You turn to the twins, names Fred who looks positively mutinous, trying a much softer approach on them. You know if you reach for Fred right now he'll reject you and you couldn't deal with that so you fold your arms over your chest, looking up towards the towering twins.

"We need to wait for your mum, we'll all set up in the lounge to wait or Gin you can have my bedroom if you want," you offer, casting a glance at the youngest Weasley who looks sullen, shaking her head slightly, as you expected. "Just wait to hear from your mum and then we'll work out our next move okay?"

Fred doesn't relent as easy as George who nods after a few moments in understanding. Instead, Fred is still shooting daggers at your dad over your shoulder and you sigh, knowing he's stubborn as a mule. A few tense moments pass and you watch as his eyes suddenly flicker to yours and soften considerably before he nods in agreement.

"No milk," your dad says suddenly from behind, a look on his face somewhere between disgust and shame.

"Right, butterbeer it is then," you say, trying to redeem the situation, "it's in my bedroom." You shoot a look to your dad, knowing you can't do magic here and you were hardly ready to leave Fred and your dad alone again.

"Accio Butterbeer!" Your dad says, taking the lead. Immediately the bottles of butterbeer float across the room and your dad placed them into the table as you reach and distribute the drinks.

You all take your seats in the lounge surrounding the fire that had dwindled slightly since your arrival but with a single flick of his wand, your dad refreshes it.

Ginny takes the old armchair closest to the fire and curls herself up within it.

Harry and Ron take the two seater, the most uncomfortable seat you'd ever had the displeasure of experiencing and you watch with a barely concealed grin as Ron's face immediately conveys his regret as he takes a seat upon the torture device. You reach for a cushion and throw it towards him; hitting him square in the face but for once he doesn't care but instead smiles thankfully for the cushion, not that it would do much. George throws himself down into the sofa closest to Ginny's chair and Fred follows not far behind. You stay standing, feeling suddenly uncomfortable at intruding and begin to back away from the room until the fire suddenly crackles dangerously. There's a burst of light and you frown, hearing the round of gasps as a scroll of parchment flies out, accompanied by a familiar feather.

"Fawkes!" Your dad says, quickly marching into the room at the sudden disturbance, snatching up the parchment and pulling it close to his face. "That's not Dumbledore's writing - it must be a message from your mother - here."

He thrusts the letter into George's hand, who had jumped up anxiously at the sudden intrusion. George then ripped it open and read aloud for everyone to hear.

"Dad is still alive. I am setting out for St Mungo's now. Stay where you are. I will send news as soon as I can. Mum."

There's a dead silence that follows Molly's communication, each of you thinking the same thing.

"Still alive..." George says slowly. "But that makes it sound..."

Fred pulls the parchment out of George's hands and read it for himself, then looks up at Harry for a moment, before he looks back to the parchment.

"You should all go to bed and deal with it properly in the morning," your dad suggests and before you can deal with the inevitable onslaught from the Weasley kids, you pull your dad away back into the kitchen, feeling the hot stare of Fred burning a hole in your back.

"They're worried about their dad," you say, keeping your voice down so that they wouldn't hear you. "We'll just hole up in the lounge for the night."

"Y/n," your dad sighs but for some reason his attempt to disagree with you seems to anger you instantly.

"What would you do? Just go to bed and pretend nothings wrong?"

"Well I didn't care very much for my father," your dad begins to snark, forcing you to roll your eyes.

"Right, so maybe just pretend you can imagine what they're going through and just accept that they're hurting and need each other right now."

Your dad's eyes widen a little at your outburst but you don't back down, "you don't have to host us, go to bed if that's what you're concerned about, or back to your drink."

"Y/n Black!" Your father shouts but you don't flinch, knowing that you'd simply touched a nerve.

"I care about every single one of them in there, is it not just enough that I want them not to hurt? I care about Arthur too! Can you simply not understand that some people might actually be horrified at the thought of their father dying?"

His eye twitches at your words and you can tell he's considering the possible hidden meanings behind your words.

"Perhaps you care a little more for one of them," he snarks, unable to hold himself back. You see red immediately, only to be fuelled by your dad's following words. "Seems that you've absorbed his anger."

"He's not angry he's terrified!" You can't help it, the volume of your voice raising to match his. "Anyone would be in their situation! I'm sorry we're such a burden to you but the second we hear from Molly we'll be at St Mungo's out of your way."

"I didn't mean."

"No you never do," you say, averting your eyes and turning your body to walk back to the lounge.

"Y/n," your dad says, his tone suddenly back to normal if not sounding a little bit regretful. You sigh, tired and on edge, wanting nothing more than to just sit with your boyfriend and friends.

"You're a good friend to them," he says, trying to find words for the situation. Your nod slowly, the anger fading now as exhaustion washes over you.

"They're all I've had for a long time," you say, trying to avoid the sensitive topic of his imprisonment. "You're right about caring for them, and Fred above most. You're just seeing him on a bad night," you pause. "You know him and George stole the Marauders map from Filch's office in our first year?”

You watch as your dad's eyes light up in surprise, apparently never having been told this particular story.

"If you gave him a chance, on any normal day, I'm certain you'd love him."

"Do you?" Your dad asks gently, big brown eyes imploring your own. You frown, casting a look to the closed door that stood between you and the lounge, as if you'd see Fred through it.

You nod, getting more assured with every gentle movement of your head.

"I should get back," you say quietly, immediately feeling regret at the raised voices, not having expected your reunion to go like this.

When you step into the lounge, it's obvious that they had heard everything, though they all attempt to divert their eyes and look away to avoid making it too obvious but fail miserably. Fred's hand beckons you over and he pulls you into his lap, your head immediately resting on his shoulder, ignoring the shocked looks from Ron at the outward affection.

"Don't say anything," you whisper, looking at the flames of the fire instead of his face.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Fred says gently, making you look towards his face, seeing his tired eyes and the tiny hint of a smile upon his face.

"You're comfy," you say, pressing your head into the curve of his shoulder and you can feel the movement of his little chuckle. Arthur stays at the forefront of your mind and you're certain that there's not a moment he's forgotten amongst his children as you look at them throughout the night.

At some point Fred falls asleep, his breathing evening out as his head lolls onto your shoulder with the new position. His hand is entwined with yours, acting like an anchor so he wouldn't float away with his spiralling thoughts, your legs resting over his much longer ones. George is asleep the other side of Fred, emitting quiet snores and jerking every now and then. Ginny doesn't sleep, you can see the reflection of the flames in her eyes as she stares blankly into nothing and you're unable to tell if Ron is asleep due to his head being in his hands, slumped over. You settle down, snuggling into Fred as the tiredness overtakes you and you hope that when you wake there will be better news.

You don't see or hear your dad step into the room an hour later, pausing as he looks upon his daughter cuddling up to who he assumes is her boyfriend. Instead of being angry or protective as he expected to feel, he feels a sense of calm as seeing her look peaceful in her sleep. He may not have had the best interaction with the Weasley boy but he knows Arthur and Molly, they seemed incapable of raising a bad one

[httpvomitello]

Could I ask for a George Weasley x reader where she's Sirius daughter and after he escapes some people think that she's helping him so George stands up for her and then they pull pranks together on those that were mean to her?

Hello, hello! Hope you like it ~ ♡

Loyalty *⁠.⁠✧

george weasley x f!reader

Summary: Being Sirius Black’s daughter came with its fair share of problems—especially after his escape from Azkaban. But when rumors spread that you were helping him, George Weasley is the first to stand up for you. And after that, well… revenge is best served with a prank or two.

You were used to the whispers.

Being Sirius Black’s daughter had always made you stand out at Hogwarts, even before he’d broken out of Azkaban. You’d learned to deal with the odd glances, the hushed voices when people thought you couldn’t hear them.

But after that night, when news spread that he had escaped, the whispers became something else. Something uglier.

"She’s probably in contact with him."

"Like father, like daughter."

"What if she’s a Death Eater too?"

The rumors spread fast, and soon, it wasn’t just whispers anymore. Students avoided you in the hallways. Some sneered openly. A few Slytherins even made a habit of bumping into you on purpose, as if daring you to fight back.

It stung. More than you wanted to admit.

But nothing compared to what happened in the Great Hall.

You had just sat down at the Gryffindor table, minding your own business, when a loud voice rang out.

"So, Y/N, when’s your dear old dad coming to break you out of here?"

Laughter erupted from a group of Slytherins, led by none other than Adrian Pucey. He smirked, leaning back in his seat as if he’d just said the funniest thing in the world.

Your hands clenched into fists, your face burning with anger. You knew engaging with them would only make things worse, but before you could even open your mouth, another voice cut in.

A familiar, furious voice.

"Oi, Pucey!"

George Weasley.

He stood up from his seat beside you, his expression dark with something you rarely saw on him—pure rage.

"Didn’t know you were so obsessed with Y/N’s family," George said loudly, his tone mockingly casual. "Bit weird, don’t you think? Maybe you should get a hobby."

A few Gryffindors snickered, and Pucey scowled. "I’m just saying—"

"Yeah, yeah, we heard you," George cut him off, waving a hand dismissively. "And honestly? It was boring. Next time, at least try to be original."

Fred, never one to miss an opportunity, added, "Or, better yet, just don’t talk at all. Would do wonders for our ears."

The Gryffindor table erupted in laughter, and Pucey’s face turned red. With a glare, he muttered something under his breath and turned away.

George sat back down beside you, nudging your shoulder gently. "Don’t let idiots like him get to you, love. They’re not worth it."

You blinked at him, warmth spreading through your chest. "Thanks, George."

He grinned. "Anytime."

And that was when you realized—if people wanted to make your life difficult, you had a Weasley twin on your side.

Which meant payback was in order.

"Alright, Y/N, what’s the plan?"

George sat cross-legged on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, eyes alight with mischief as he leaned in closer. Fred was beside him, equally eager.

You smirked. "Pucey and his little gang have been making my life miserable. I say we return the favor."

Fred grinned. "Now you’re speaking my language."

George nudged your knee playfully. "See, this is why I like you."

You felt heat rise to your cheeks but quickly focused back on the task at hand. "Alright, so here’s what I was thinking…"

The plan was simple—but effective.

Step one: Enchant Pucey’s robes so that every time he tried to insult you, his voice would turn into a high-pitched squeak.

Step two: Slip a potion into his pumpkin juice that would turn his hair bright pink for a week.

Step three: Charm his shoes so that they squeaked loudly with every step he took.

Step four? Sit back and enjoy.

The next morning, it all unfolded perfectly.

Pucey marched into the Great Hall, already scowling, but the moment he opened his mouth—

"I bet Y/N’s—"

"SQUEAK!"

His eyes widened in horror. He tried again, only for another ridiculous squeak to escape. Laughter erupted around the hall, and he clamped his mouth shut, face burning.

Then, as he sat down, he took a sip of his juice. Within seconds, his hair exploded into a bright, fluorescent pink.

"Oi, Pucey!" George called, grinning. "Love the new look!"

Fred nodded sagely. "Really brings out your eyes."

Pucey shot up, ready to storm out—only for his shoes to betray him.

SQUEAK. SQUEAK. SQUEAK.

You, George, and Fred were practically *crying* with laughter as Pucey bolted out of the hall, pink-haired and humiliated.

"That," George gasped between laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulder, "was brilliant."

You beamed up at him. "You know, we make a pretty good team."

George smirked. "Oh, love, we’re just getting started."

And just like that, your life became a whirlwind of pranks, laughter, and George Weasley’s unwavering loyalty.

And maybe—just maybe—something more.

[fictional-magic]

love for cigs and love without 'em

black!reader x harry potter summary: you'd do anything for harry. even stop smoking.

if i were to imagine harry in a relationship with sirius' daughter: the fire crackled below the sofa, as you take out a cigarette from the box set aside on a table you didn't know belonged to who, and harry watched, entranced by your movements of lighting the stick between your nimble fingers. his eyes trace your neck as you look up to release a steady stream of smoke from your soft lips. he glances with his eyes slightly wide, not understanding the absolute serenity on your face by the icky scent of smoke emerging and spreading across the room. he doesn't smoke, no. a boy like him you assume, would never indulge in activities as crass as getting high. however, he doesn't need tobacco to get drunk. he gets drunk on the way your body relaxes as you take in the smoke and release it. he feels bold once you've finally blown it out on your ashtray beside you. he slowly asks you for permission non-verbally as he brings you in closer and puts his lips on yours, softness emerging from his body, and messy, lovesick movements from yours. it feels good to know he kissed you first this time.

your back sinks more into the couch as he kisses you mad, never stopping the electric connection between you two. he then slowly whispers, "you smell like bad smoke." as you almost grin into his mouth as you mutter back, "alright love, i'll quit." ---------- your eyes are red from completing an essay that was due two weeks ago as you sit on the bench of the hall, eating a sandwich way too oily to be classified as breakfast.

hermione talks to you about things you're not listening to, because you'll forget it later anyway. your amazing boyfriend walks in, who you're too overwhelmed to talk to as he helped you from your sixth to twelfth mental breakdown yesterday as you complained about incoherently stupid stuff that happens on a daily basis in your life.

as you think and overthink about things definitely not worth your time, harry has already sat in the bench beside yours. you come back to earth from your thoughts of girls exclaiming about a slytherin sitting with the chosen one when the boy in question talks about quidditch practice to ron. you hear george from the other end of the gryffindor table, shouting at the top of his lungs as always, "got a cig on you, black?" with that everlasting, cheerful, happy grin, one that burns your insides when you think of being as happy as him. you respond in a less loud manner, "i quit already. wrong timing!" as your three friends side-eye you in a way you'd be convinced you just killed someone. with a confused face, you sigh, "what?" "you quit smoking? am i hearing this right?" your girl best friend exclaims. you feel way too much like the centre of attention to reply properly. "oh, sod off." is your lame attempt at fake exhaustion. "why though? why now?" asks ron. "because your dear harry here," she clears her throat, "does not like the taste of smoke." the guy you're spilling secrets of coughs up his pumpkin juice at this, clearing his throat violently. you pat his back, smirking, happy with your response which shook him, and ask with dripping sarcasm and faux concern, "are you alright harry?" he coughs again, and then replies with the most boring response ever, "i'm fine, yeah." two minutes later, after processing whatever happened, he opens his mouth again, "you quit something you love for me?" as you laugh unabashedly and look the opposite direction, "i love you more than i love smoke, sweets." and glance at him with that sirius black grin once again.

[mrsmikaelsxn]

ABBA Marathon

masterlist

pairing: father sirius black x daughter reader

warnings: like one curse word, tooth rotting fluff, sirius being an icon, literally just a very fun read that i hope has you smiling in your bed

summary: you meet sirius, play chess with sirius, and have an abba singing and dance party with sirius (sirius meeting his daughter post azkaban - requested by anon)

a/n: im so obsessed with this idk i wish sirius was my dad, also sorry this has been in my inbox for so long

song: waterloo - abba

Being Sirius Black's daughter was quite tiring. But also thrilling. Especially since it was your third year when he escaped Azkaban.

Your best friends are Harry, Hermione, and Ron. You couldn't have asked for better ones.

With the rumors of Sirius coming after you and Harry, people had been cold towards you because of your father, not that you could control who your father was.

Right now you were outside, taking a walk in some fresh air. Suddenly a dog comes up to you and barks once. "Why, hello there," you coo and bend down. The dog happily wags his tail and jumps onto her. "Aww, you're so cute!" 

You pet the dog, who leans into your hand. "You are very skinny," you frowned. "Follow me, I'm sure Hagrid has some food I can give you." 

As you two head down, you get near the Whomping Willow. As you pass by, the dog suddenly spins and before you could blink the dog was biting your pants, tugging you to the tree. 

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Dog, but these are new pants." You then get very close to the tree, "Er- I don't think this is a good idea," you say nervously as the branches of the tree start to move. 

The dog looks up in alert and quickly tugs you into some type of hole that they slid down into. "Ah!" The dog jumps up and pulls on your pants again. "Where are we going?"

Finally, you come into an empty abandoned room. "What is this place..."

You walk over and pick up a dusted book, blowing on the cover before putting it back down. You turn around and her eyes go wider than they've ever been. "AHH!" you scream.

"AHH!" 

"AHH!"

"SHH!"  

You cover your mouth and stare at the one and only Sirius Black.

Your father.

"What the fuck," you whisper to yourself. "Oh my Merlin, I'm too young to die! I- I haven't gotten to slap Malfoy yet, I haven't been able to prank Snape! I ha-"

"Prank Snape?" Sirius pipes up. 

"I'm going to die. Oh, Godric," you pace while frantically whispering to yourself. "I'm in the same room with Sirius Black, alone."

He frowns at being called by his name instead of Dad, which it should be.

"Relax, love, I'm not going to kill you."

You spin and face the man, "You're not?"

"No."

"Then why am I here? For giggles and a tea party?"

"One, you're about to find out. Two, I don't like tea," Sirius makes a face. 

"Huh, me neither. Now, go on, tell me why I'm in an abandoned room with an escaped convicted murderer," you cross your arms. 

"I'm not a murderer. I'm innocent, I swear."

You narrow her eyes, "How so?"

"Well, it started when I first got to Hogwarts..."

You wipe the tears from under your eyes, "That is the saddest thing I have ever heard."

Sirius waves his hand, "Now that you know what happened, you believe me right?"

"Of course!" You throw her arms around the man, who relaxes into his daughters hold. It's been a long time since he has had human contact.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid you can't tell anyone about me just yet."

"Why?! If I tell them you're inno-"

He smiles sadly, "I'm not so sure they would believe you."

"But-" Sirius shakes his head. You sigh, "Well, are you going to be staying here?"

He nods, "I guess. It's a bit dirty though, if you ask me."

"I can fix that," you grin. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. You takes out your wand and flick it. The room starts moving and the dust all collects together before flying out the window. The furniture vanishes and new ones appear. Pictures form on the wall and the room cleans up into a brand new, clean room.

"Wow, impressive. Thank you," Sirius says. You nod and flick your wrist again. In the blink of an eye, Sirius is freshly cleaned and looks well taken care of. His eyes almost water at your kindness. "I truly can't thank you enough."

"That's better, isn't it?" You smile proudly at your work. "Oh! You need food," you think for a moment, "I'll just bring you down daily meals."

"I can't ask you to do that, it's too much."

"It's a good thing you don't have to ask. You mentioned your friend... Remus Lupin." Sirius nods and gestures for you to continue, "He's a Professor this year... anyway, is he a..."

"A...?"

"Werewolf," you say hesitantly. 

Sirius' face goes a bit pale, "What makes you think that?"

"His boggart was a moon, and he has lots of light scars."

"Would it change your opinions about him?"

"Not at all! If anything I think it makes him even better." Sirius nods his head. "Yes... he's a werewolf?" 

He nods again, "You're a bright witch."

"Thank you," you beam. You looks at your watch, "I have about twenty minutes before my friends start looking for me. In the meantime.... Wizard's Chess?"

"Yes! Checkmate!" You jump up from your seat in excitement. "I won!"

"That's not fair! You only won because I'm rusty," Sirius crosses his arms and sinks into the couch. 

"Sure, sure. Rematch tomorrow?" you ask. 

"Rematch tomorrow," you two shake hands and you go to the exit. 

"I'll bring you some food in a little while."

"Bye, darling," he waves, watching you leave. 

A few weeks later, you were on your daily trip to see Sirius. You snuck in through the Whomping Willow, you also learned how to avoid the branches. 

"Hello?!" you shout. 

"Over here!"

You follow his voice and see him digging through a closet. "What are you looking for?"

"I- that's... a good question." He stands up and clears his throat, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"It has come to my attention that you recently made an appearance in the castle."

"Mhm."

"And you didn't inform me about it beforehand," you gives him a blank stare.

"I wanted to, but it took a while to plan and I wanted it to be a surprise," he grins with jazz hands.

"You do realize that I could have helped you in, right?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want to risk you getting in trouble," he frowns. 

"I appreciate your concern," you salute him and he does it back with a chuckle.

"What's in the bag?" He nods to the one hanging on your arm. 

"This, my furry father-"

"That was a horrible joke."

"-Is a record player!" You excitedly pull it out of the bag and place it on a table. 

"A what?"

"A record player. It plays music. Want to see?!"

"As if I would say no to music."

You reach into the bag and take out some vinyl records. "I picked ones that I think you would enjoy best. There is a supergroup that I thought you would really like. They're called ABBA. They're one of my favorites." 

You set up the record player and place one of the vinyls in. You grin at the man as you hit the play button.

"YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIVE! HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE! SEE THAT GIRL, WATCH THAT SCENE! DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEN!"

You and Sirius continue to shout the lyrics into your fake microphones as you hop around the room with the song blasting. When the room was first set up by you, you placed several privacy and silencing spells, so you two didn't have to worry about anyone hearing anything.

"YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY SEVENTEEN-"

"GIMME, GIMME, GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT! WON'T SOMEBODY HELP ME CHASE THE SHADOWS AWAY?" you sing while bouncing on the couch. 

"GIMME, GIMME, GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT! TAKE ME THROUGH THE DARKNESS TO THE BREAK OF THE DAY!" Sirius continues as he walks and dances as if he were on a stage. 

"MAMMA MIA, HERE I GO AGAIN! MY, MY, HOW CAN I RESIST YOU?"

"MAMMA MIA, DOES IT SHOW AGAIN! MY, MY, JUST HOW MUCH I'VE MISSED YOU?" 

Sirius and you hold hands as you jump together and flip your hair with matching goofy grins. 

"YES, I'VE BEEN BROKENHEARTED! BLUE SINCE THE DAY WE PARTED!"

"WHY, WHY DID I EVER LET YOU GO?"

"BUT NOW IT ISN'T TRUE! NOW EVERYTHING IS NEW!" you grab your wand to create two pairs of light up sunglasses, you toss one to Sirius and you both put them on.

"AND ALL I'VE LEARNED HAS OVERTURNED! I BEG OF YOUUU!" Sirius sings. 

"DON'T GO WASTING YOUR EMOTION! LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON MEEEE!" you shout together. 

With a flick of your wrist, you - much to Sirius' surprise - somehow managed to have a disco ball with neon lights come from the ceiling. 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sit in the Gryffindor common room. 

"I wonder what she's doing right now," Harry looks thoughtfully.

"She's been leaving a lot recently," comments Hermione, biting nervously on her nail.

"I hope she's okay," says Ron, "Sirius Black could be out there."

"LAST NIGHT I WAS TAKING A WALK ALONG THE RIVER, AND I SAW HIM TOGETHER WITH A YOUNG GIRL!"

"AND THE LOOK THAT HE GAVE HER MADE ME SHIVER! 'CAUSE HE ALWAYS USE TO LOOK AT ME THAT WAY!" Sirius grabs your hand and twirls you, causing you to laugh. 

"AND I THOUGHT, MAYBE I SHOULD WALK RIGHT UP TO HER AND SAY 'AH-HA-HA, IT'S A GAME HE LIKES TO PLAYYY!" you and Sirius shimmy dance to each other. 

You jump and freeze before breaking out in another dance and sing the chorus. "LOOK INTO HIS ANGELEYES, ONE LOOK AND YOU'RE HYPNOTISED! HE'LL TAKE YOUR HEART AND YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE!"

"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"

"I TRY TO CAPTURE EVERY MINUTE!"

"THE FEELING IN IT, SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"

"DO I REALLY SEE WHAT'S IN HER MIND, EACH TIME I'M CLOSE TO KNOWING, SHE KEEPS ON GROWING!"

"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"

"SOMETIMES I WISH THAT I COULD FREEZE THE PICTURE!"

"AND SAVE IT FROM THE FUNNY TRICKS OF TIME!"

Sirius and you wrap an arm around each other's waist as they sway to the music. 

"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERSSSSS!"

Sirius then starts pretending like he's playing the guitar to the music making your giggle. 

You and Sirius fall back, panting, onto the couch. Sirius turns to you and gives you a high five. 

"Oh my Merlin! That was the most fun I had in forever!"

"Me too, kid. Thank you. I don't know the last time I felt like that."

"You're welcome," you bumps his shoulder. "Oh! And you can keep everything, I have my own."

"Really?"

"Mhm, I'll bring you more vinyls I have. We can have more singing and dancing parties like this."

"I'm looking forward to it." He looks at a watch you got him, "I think it may be time for you to head back."

You look in a mirror on the wall, "My hair is messy from flipping it."

"I can help you with it, if you want," he smiles at you. 

"Really?" He nods. "Thanks!"

Sirius gets up and grabs a brush, you turn on the couch so he is behind you as he brushes through your hair. "I'm going to try to do that braid you taught me."

"Here's a hair tie," you take one off your wrist. 

He struggles at first but manages to do a good, tight braid. "Done!" Sirius claps his hands. 

You look in the mirror, "Wow, you have a good teacher."

He shrugs, "Meh, she's alright." You slap the back of his head, "Okay, okay! Not the hair! Okay, I have the best teacher." 

You nod happily and grab your bag, "Bye, Dad."

"See you soon, y/n," he winks.

[stuffidoandwrite]

Wolfstar as Girl Dads Reclist

So... this a masterpost with all the wolfstar daughter fics I've read. I'll keep updating it as I read! Fics are from ao3 and tumblr.

Wolfstar is together (mostly married), and their daughter is a witch in most of these unless specified otherwise.

Read the end of the post for more important notes! ♡

[ao3.]

Moonlight Mile (2022) by jennandblitz

Original Female Character | Single Chapter 17k | Oc's age: 7 | Werewolf Oc | Adoption

Forget Me Not (2023) by Starsandskys

Original Female Character | 15 Chapters 32k | Incomplete | Oc's age: 10 | Werewolf Oc | Adoption

Hope - Wolfstar's Daughter (2024) by Kj_black_lupin

Original Female Character | 6 Chapters 18k | Incomplete | Oc's age: 3 months | Werewolf Oc | Adoption

Two is Better Than One (2023) by Lizzie_carlile

Baby Hermione | 4 Chapters 3k | Incomplete | Hermione's Age: I'm not sure but she's not 1 yet | Adoption | Tw: Wolfstar smut in Chapter 4 

Queen of the Wolves (2024) by her_smile_forges_galaxies 

Original Female Character | Single Chapter 2k | Oc's age: 6 | Werewolf Oc | Adoption

between the moon and stars (2024) by BeaTheMarauder

Original Female Character | 1 Chapter 2k | Incomplete | Oc's age: 17 | Witch Oc | Fostering with future Adoption

Aurora borealis (2022-2025) by Strawberryink22

Original Female Character | 5 Chapters 10k | Incomplete | Oc's age: 1 | Adoption | Tw: Wizard War Violence

A free space in the heart (2024) by proudrclaw

Original Female Characters | Single Chapter 2k | They have 3 kids with different ages | Adoption

[tumblr.]

Something Stupid (2015) by @once-upon-an-imagine

Reader Insert (Y/N) | Single Chapter 1k | Draco Malfoy x Reader | She is Adopted | Sirius does not appear but he is mentioned.

Being wolfstar daughter (2021) by @mirclealignr

Reader Insert (No use of Y/N) | Headcannon 700 words

Platinum (2024) by @siriuslynettey

Original Female Character | 6 Chapters | Incomplete | Oc's age: 11 | Poa canon; Oc doesn't know Sirius is her dad.

Dad, Dad? (2022) by @robynlilyblack

Reader Insert (No use of Y/N) | Single Chapter 1.5k | Hermione Granger x Reader

Interrupted (2024) by @uramakimochi

Reader Insert (No use of Y/N) | Single Chapter 1.8k

Moments (2024) by @uramakimochi

Reader Insert (No use of Y/N) | Single Chapter 3.8k

Leaving for Hogwarts (2024) by @uramakimochi

Reader Insert (No use of Y/N) | Single Chapter 1.7k

Together (2024) *Made me cry like a bitch.

Reader Insert (No use of Y/N) | Single Chapter 3.8k

The Sleepovers (2024) by @iamthesilentwriter *Amazing writing of a kid's perspective.

Reader Insert (No use of Y/N) | Single Chapter 8.3k

Welcoming the wolf pup (2024) by @ghostwritermia

Original Female Character | Single Chapter 817 words

Notes:

I try to add the correct fic details but sometimes a thing or two may slip my mind (I read too much) so I apolozige in advance! I'll keep updating as I read the fics again.

I didn't add many trigger warnings because I don't remember most of them, so you should definitely check them in the original fic post before reading it!

Feel free to share your own recs as well, and I can add them after reading it myself.

*Fanarts are not mine, credits to the original artists.

[pbielik]

era Golden Trio

[astraeaalstroemeria]

Sirius Black Masterlist by Astraea

Rules & Navigation | Wizarding World Masterlist

Sirius Black

He was famous with women in Hogwarts in his youth and he slept with every one of them. But to him, those were just flings and no strings attached. When he truly falls in love with someone, he truly loves them and will do anything to prove his loyalty and love to them, and them only.

i can serenade and gently play on your heart strings (one-shot) (soon...)

ohh! my wifeyyy, where are you? (one-shot) (soon...)

it's not inside me to forget her (part-one) (all; soon..)

↳ while she's been away, living day-to-day was tough (part-two)

↳ it's just like seeing her for the first time again (part three) (final)

[fuzzycalzonefestivaleclipse]

Hi, I am looking for a story about Sirius black's daughter and she has this special powers that she can bring back people from the dead, she brings back JILY and reggie, OCs hand glows something like that. It's a harry potter x OC, I've read it from wattpad and I can't seem to find it and I don't remember the title. It's already a complete story.

[imboredlmaoo]

Hey so I have an idea for literally anyone and everyone who would like to write it.

So this idea has been floating around my head all day.

So this is a while after the war and it’s Sirius (because he lived. Because yes) 

And y/n

Nothing romantic 

One day he was walking around town, and he was a girl who was siting on the edge of the bridge. She had large baggy clothes that looked like hand me downs. She was younger than he was and she looked quite a lot like him. He didn’t think too much of it.

He goes up to her carefully and asks if he can join her. She agrees and he asks what brought her to the bridge.

She explains what brought her there and he listens intently. It was the first time she felt like someone actually cared. He offered to get her something to eat and that she could stay with him for a few days if she wanted. She once again agreed, feeling as if she truly had nothing to lose.

At some point he finds out he’s her father and she found out he’s her dad. That’s all I have 😭 

🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️please please please please someone write this 😭🙏🙏 

[kairigokujr]

Annoyingly Perfect, Perfectly Annoying

Author:

KairiGokuJr

Rated:

M

Harry/OC

Warnings:

Underage

Summary:

Rory and Harry think that their relationship is perfect, but they learn quickly that no one is perfect, not even them. With the Ministry at Hogwarts, Voldemort in the shadows, and mysteries about Rory's family stirring, stress and misunderstanding abound. Can the couple conquer their troubles inside and outside of Hogwarts?

Chapter 52

: Clearing the Air

"You know I don't think we were nothing," Harry said. "You were everything." "And so were you. Which is why, not to be dramatic, it might've just felt like a dumb mistake to you, but walking into that room and seeing you with her… It felt like the worst thing that ever happened to me," she said. She was crying now. She was trying very hard to wipe the tears away, but they came and they came and they came all the same. "Rory, please don't cry," he said, putting a hand on her knee. It was meant to be a comforting gesture, and it truly felt that way. There had been times in the past when she doubted Harry when he reassured her, but now "I never meant… Rory, I didn't know." She wanted to laugh, but it made more sense to keep crying. What else could she do but cry? Rory had seen someone murdered right before her eyes. Someone had tried to kill her. She'd run through the forest in the dark of night chased by a werewolf, her father when she was 13-years-old in an attempt to save her biological father from a fate worse than death. But Harry Potter, kissing Cho Chang in the room of requirement? That had been her undoing. That had been the thing that made the world seem unbearable. He'd been the one person in her life who she could trust without a second thought. She told him everything, anything. He was her everything. And then he just wasn't anymore.

FFN:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13916678/52/Annoyingly-Perfect-Perfectly-Annoying

AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32456278/chapters/118761334

[apparentlytheproblem]

i r r e s i s t i b l e

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- sirius black

a/n: i saw this prompt on Pinterest, and immediately thought of Siri. he's just so confident which makes him irresistible. Anyway I'm trying to up my Sirius black content, so if you have any ideas don't hesitate to send them my way :) with love, teddy

warnings- unexperienced writer

Poking you gently for an entire hour from behind you, you finally acknowledged his presence with a murderous glance as everyone dispersed to the great hall for lunch.

And his first thought always was and would be,

I wanna kiss her between the brows so the furrow goes away

"would you rather eat a pound of bricks or a matter baby?"

"what's a matter baby-?"

"nothing sweetheart, what's the matter with you?"

A smile etched across your face. you tried to get rid of it, but it was quite adamant to leave when he was watching its glory.

You tried to play it off while standing up and gathering your quills and parchment and attempted in pushing him of his chair. neither did your smile nor him moved.

Instead, you managed to fall into his lap. As if it had been practiced and rehearsed a million times in his head, he molded his hands under your thigh to catch you from falling of. He efficiently switched positions, placing you on the table, leading him towering on top of you, a smirk plastered on his face meeting your blushing mess.

his arms were on either side, his eyes attentively watching your facial expressions as you brain short circuits. he cautiously wrapped slinged an arm around your waist, pulling you a little closer while positioning himself between your spread legs.

in the shadows, his face was close to yours, you could smell something along the lines of a dog's fur. his grey eyes looked like moons and his eyelashes were close enough to brush your cheeks

fuck it

You leaned in and made contact with his lips. They were soft and silky. His lips were still sweet from the grape gum he'd stolen from you. he didn't stop you. he did more than not stop you. He kissed you back. Warmth blossomed in your chest.

Sirius pulled away, and studied your face for a second, an eyebrow raised and a smirk, before deciding, “you’re really red.”

“Shut up, Black.” you ordered as your eyes narrowed, but your face seemed to only get redder. “You’re like, really red though. Like, crimson-kind-of-red.” Siri added in a hum. His teasing tone had was light and loving. he was having the time of his life watching you struggle for once, for him. not the other way round.

“Go to hell,” you deadpanned, looking away.

“Only if you come with me”

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Burning Bright, Falling Hard

Fred Weasley x WolfStar!Reader

Summary: Fred Weasley and you share a quiet moment in your room

Wc: 1.6k

CW: Wolfstar mentioned but they aren't the focus, mentions of weed, Fred yearning, heartbreaker reader, kissing under the influence, reader is Sirius's daughter fr,

The room was dimly lit, a single lamp in the corner casting a stale, white glow that reflected off the scattered records and half-finished cigarette packs on your desk. The scent of pot and faint lavender incense filled the air, blending with the soft hum of some obscure rock record spinning on your turntable. You were perched on your bed, one leg tucked under you and the other bouncing restlessly, a Dutch dangling lazily from your fingers as you stared at Fred Weasley.

Fred was sprawled at the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, his gaze glued to you. He looked effortlessly confident- most people wouldn’t have guessed the cool smirk on his face hid how utterly whipped he was for the girl in front of him. You were everything he wasn’t: nonchalant where he was charming, wild where he was playful, and untouchable in ways that drove him completely mad.

You took a long drag, blowing the smoke into the air, holding out the blunt for him to take a hit- he waved his hand, showing he had plenty for the night.

“You’re hopeless, Weasley,” You muttered, smirking at him as you flicked the ash into a tray beside your bed. “Who knew a Gryffindor could be such a prude?”

Fred grinned, refusing to take the bait. “Hopeless?” He repeated, shifting closer on the bed. “Funny, I thought I was charming my way right into your good graces.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against the headboard. “Charming? Is that what you’re calling it now? Thought it was just you being too stubborn to take a hint.”

Fred chuckled, his grin widening as he rested his head against the wall, watching you with that lazy confidence that made your stomach twist in ways you’d never admit. “You keep opening the door for me, though.” His voice dropped into something softer. “Makes me wonder if you’re as tough as you let on.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, tilting your head like you were daring him to keep going. “Careful, Weasley,” your voice lowered. “You might actually get to know me, and then you’ll have no excuses when I break your heart.”

Fred’s grin faltered for a split second, and something softer flickered in his eyes before he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I think I’d take my chances,” He murmured, his voice quieter now. “Might be worth it.”

You opened your mouth to respond, some witty remark ready to deflect the tension that had settled between you, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you exhaled sharply, shaking your head like you couldn’t believe him.

You flicked your Dutch into the tray, leaning back fully now, your posture still guarded but less sharp.

“You’re a fool, Fred,” You hummed, your tone lighter but still tinged with that edge of sarcasm that had always been your armor. “That's not the first time I've heard that line.”

Fred watched you, his gaze lingering as you leaned back into the pillows. For a moment, you were quiet, your usual sharp tongue subdued as the music filled the silence. Fred thought you might tell him to leave- call it a night and push him out the door with a smirk and some snarky quip about how he’d overstayed his welcome. Your parents would be home any minute; Remus didn't like boys in your room- Sirius never minded it too much. As long as he wasn't home.

Instead, you shifted slightly, your eyes growing heavier as you let out a soft sigh, your head tilting back against the pillows. Fred blinked, caught off guard as your edges softened, just for a moment. Your hand raised and curled to call him over.

Fred was done for.

He knew who you were, everyone did. Even Sirius would remark you put his younger self to shame with your reputation. But Merlin. Seeing you leaned back, your pretty slightly reddened eyes, in your canopy bed, with you blank silk pillows framing your halo of hair so perfectly. One arm draped over your stomach and the other calling him over?

He was a fool, but not an idiot.

Fred moved carefully, crawling across the bed with a deliberate slowness that felt at odds with his usual carefree demeanor. His confidence remained intact, but his grin had softened, replaced by something far more tender as he closed the distance between you. He stopped just inches from your face, his weight braced on one arm as he gazed down at you. His free hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a gentleness that made your heart stutter.

“You’re something else, you know that?” He murmured, his voice low and warm, carrying the same teasing lilt but softened by the weight of the moment.

You tilted your head slightly, your eyes meeting his as you let the smallest smirk tug at your lips. “You're predictable,” You shot back, your voice quieter than usual, the sharp edges dulled just enough to make him wonder if this was you letting him in.

Fred’s grin twitched, and instead of replying, he leaned in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. The closeness made your breath hitch, but you held your ground, refusing to let him see how your resolve was beginning to waver.

“You’re not getting away with that one, love,” he whispered, his words brushing against your lips.

And then he kissed you.

It was slow, deliberate, and maddeningly careful, as though he was savoring every second, every taste of you. There was hunger in the way his lips moved against yours, but it wasn’t greedy- it was sweet, like he couldn’t believe he was here, like he didn’t dare rush it for fear of breaking whatever fragile magic hung between you. His hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek in slow, lazy circles as if to ground himself in the moment.

You felt yourself melting into him, your usual fire and defiance tempered by the way he lavished attention on you, drawing out every bit of softness you tried so hard to hide. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer as you gave in to the kiss, matching his intensity.

Fred groaned softly against your lips, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist, anchoring you beneath him. He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you with a look that made your heart ache.

“You know,” he said, his voice hushed and full of that same maddening tenderness, “for someone who’s supposed to be a heartbreaker, you’re awfully good at letting me in.”

Your lips twitched, a small scoff escaping you even as your cheeks flushed. “Don’t get used to it, Weasley.”

Fred chuckled, leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth, slower this time. “Too late,” He murmured, his voice like a vow. “I’m already gone for you.”

You didn’t respond, your usual sarcasm failing you as your heart betrayed you with its racing. Instead, you let yourself fall back against the pillows again, Fred’s warmth settling over you like a blanket.

Fred’s gaze lingered on you as your eyes grew heavier, the sharpness in your demeanor melting into something quieter, softer. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, watching every subtle shift in your expression as you drifted closer to sleep. His heart was doing that maddening thing again, beating so hard he was certain you could feel it in the way his hand rested on your waist.

You shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh as your head lolled back against the pillows. The arm that had been draped across your stomach lazily lifted, your fingers finding their way to his hair, brushing through it in slow, absentminded motions. Fred felt his breath catch as he leaned down, settling his head on your chest, his ear pressed to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

The scent of lavender and smoke lingered on your skin, intoxicating in a way that made his chest ache. You were supposed to be scary, the girl everyone whispered about but could never quite keep. He was lucky you even entertained his offer of smoking together once- let alone being invited over for another go. But here you were, your fingers combing gently through his hair as though it was where you always wanted to be.

“You’re terrifying,” He murmured against you, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Your lips quirked into a faint smile, your eyes closed but your hand still moving in that soothing rhythm. “You’ve mentioned,” you replied, your voice laced with drowsy amusement. “Still not running, though.”

Fred chuckled softly, shaking his head against your chest. “Not a chance,” he muttered, looking up at you from where he lay. “You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Your fingers paused in his hair, and for a second, he wondered if he’d gone too far. But then you laughed, low and husky, and it sent a warmth straight through him. “Good,” you said, your voice softening in a way that made him want to hold onto the moment forever. “You'll remember me that way.”

Fred tilted his head slightly, watching you through the dim light. You were half-asleep, your guard completely down, and he could see it- the tiny cracks in your armor, the parts of you you tried so hard to hide. And Merlin, he was a goner. Completely and utterly gone for the girl who couldn’t care less, except when she did.

“I think I’m in trouble, love,” He whispered, the words more for himself than for you.

You didn’t respond, your breathing steady as you drifted further into sleep. But your fingers kept moving through his hair, and Fred couldn’t help but smile, settling deeper into you as his eyes fluttered shut.

For a boy who lived for chaos, Fred Weasley found himself at peace in the eye of the storm.

[marauders-bs]

"Jesus Christ," Evan muttered to himself. "Okay, who broke the lamp? Be honest, you five."

Kay Rosier-Crouch stood, eyes wide, beside her cousins Luna and Ascella and a broken lamp. Estrella and Cherie Potter-Black stood guiltily behind Kay as though the twins were attempting to hide.

"Honesty is the best policy," Lily tried when no one spoke up. "We won't be mad if you're honest."

"Oh, okay," Cherie said, looking relieved. "All the time?"

"All the time," James agreed, looking at his daughter.

"Uncle Barty taught me the word fuck because I asked him to," Ascella blurted from the corner.

Absolute, dead silence rung throughout the room. Evan knew Pandora had the most pissed off expression and really, really did not want to look.

"Aunt Andromeda is my favorite," Estrella said.

"Last year I snuck onto the Hogwarts Express to see Bianca and lied to you about it, and her dads knew."

Regulus looked like he was trying not to immediately Apparate to his brother's house in a fit of fury at Cherie's words.

"We use your Netflix account," Luna told Evan. "You should really change your password, you know."

"I don't even care who broke the lamp anymore," Pandora said. "I just need a drink."

Regulus stood up, sweeping Cherie into his arms. "Yeah, I'm going with you."

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☾ He’s not able to read and listen to people talking to him so she’ll say things like “the house is burning down!” while he’s reading and he’ll just sit there.

☾ Remus would take her to the seaside when he needs to discipline her. When she grew up, it was a place for her to open up to him.

☾Remus used to put on records (specifically Harry Belafonte) and have her stand on his feet and dance. Now that she’s older, she puts her own records on (and blows him out of the water in terms of dancing).

☾He constantly wants her to try new flavors because she’s really picky, so he’ll use different spreads/jams and force her to eat at least one bite of each piece.

☾Remus read classics/philosophy books to her when she was little, instead of children’s books, so he was reading something he actually enjoyed.

☾When she used to go to regular school, she would only eat the snacks he packed so he leaved multiple notes throughout her lunch bag to remind her to eat her sandwich.

☾He bought himself that mug. (and makes sure the words are always facing towards her when he uses it).

☾The only way he could get baby Ophelia to sleep was to take her on long walks.