#Sirius Black x Potter reader

[ttulipwritezz]

Rules huh? Pt.3

Sirius black x james sister reader

Warnings: use of y/n, fem reader, dating, mentions of kissing (nothing explicit) , lmk if I missed any.

Synopsis: when the rule is broken you just gotta go over the pieces right? What happens when your brother finds out?

pt 1, pt 2

"No, no! Nope! I refuse to believe that"

James's voice blared through the four boys' dormitory. His tone bothered and unsure.

"But prongs I saw it with my own two eyes!"

said an exasperated peter.

A sigh left James as he comprehended what peter had just spewed out of his mouth the moment he came into the dorm frantic and out of breath.

"your eyes are like buttons! You must have seen someone else!"

James was quick to shut him, simply refusing to believe that sirius black of all people- their sirius would be out picking flowers, presumably for a lady too.

"what in Godric's name is going on here?"

Out came Remus's voice him being out at the library when this whole fiasco was being discussed.

"It's padfoot! He's-"

"-flowers!" Finished peter

"what...? did another girl hex him again? This time turning him to... flowers..?"

Hearing that sirius had most likely become an inanimate vase of flowers Remus grew visibly concerned.

"what? No!"

The two boys replied almost instantly, holding back a laugh as they remembered when Matilda Inkwood had turned the poor boy into a ferret.

"Then?"

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"I still do not understand why you insist on following me sirius. If my brother were to find us he'd-"

"-I'm aware love. I think I of all people would know what your brother would do if he were to see us. He'd perhaps not glance at my direction for a whole week."

Sirius's voice had a calm tone to it, as if he wasn't just talking about his bestfriend completely ignoring him.

Over the course of the past three weeks and two days your relationship had grown stronger.

Whether it was sneaking kisses in between classes or holding hands under then tables at the great hall, It was made sure that james was to never find out. Not until you were sure he'd be calm that is.

James's infatuation with lily had died down after he finally scored a date with the poor redhead. Not like she had much of a choice though, considering that james had just let her know the time and the place before his mouth zipped and he left her at the courtyard.

But enough about them. Sirius decided that meeting you in the astronomy tower after lunch would be a spectacular idea. As if james never roams this area.

It was sirius's favourite place in the entirety of hogwarts, he wouldn't shut his mouth about it if payed to.

The other three marauders had even made a bet about it with the raven haired boy for fifteen galleons. That was a large sum.

Needless to say he lost the bet within half a week.

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When Remus was explained the whole situation and took just as long to realise the gravity of this, the boys decided that spying on him would be their best course of action.

Sure it may not be the cleverest of plans but with moony on their side they were sure to find out who Sirius's secret lover was. As termed by wormtail.

So, imagine James's astonishment when he finds the two of you on the astronomy tower a little to close for his liking, the flowers Sirius had apparently picked out laying still beside your lap as you picked at your skin while giggling at something the boy beside had said.

His mouth agape, eyes blinking twice, thrice to get the awful image off his vision, he sat there with an expression so Humourous that even the professors would find hilarious.

Walking back to the dorm, trying to keep his steps straight james decided that breaking one of his rules would not lead to a good fate for black.

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It was thirty minutes past curfew when sirius entered his dorm room, as silently as his footsteps would allow.

The last thing he expected was his three friends awaiting his presence sitting on their respective beds and staring at him, two of them in pity and the other in anger.

"where were you?"

James asked

Sirius was standing at the entrance like a deer in headlights, which is ironic considering that the real deer is asking the question.

"Do you have something you want to tell us pads?"

This time it was Remus's turn, his voice gentle and kind, unlike the demanding tone of james, remus truely wanted his friend to be spared.

"astronomy tower? Y/n?"

...and peter, why does he always have to speak in broken words? And why does it make sense?

"Look prongs, i know i basically broke the one rule you set up for us and I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't fathom it would get this far."

"you're sorry?"

"yes"

"you're sorry you're dating my sister?"

"Yes- well! No!- i mean I am but-"

"one question sirius. One question, and you'll answer with utmost honesty. Understood?"

"yes prongs" sirius ofcourse showed no disobedience , everyone knew he wasn't ever sirius to prongs, it was always padfoot. And this meant he was serious, so he zipped up.

"do you love y/n? Does she mean something to you or are you behind her because she's just another girl at Hogwarts?"

james had a threatening voice, and oddly enough sirius failed to notice that...

" I do prongs, i love her with all i am,

I love the way she braids her hair, i love the way she stares when she's confused, I love how her brows twitch into a frown when she's concerned and how her tone is always laced with love and adoration.

I love her eyes when they sparkle as she talks about you, her friends, her owl and what not.

Merlin I love her voice and her sweet comebacks, when she tries to be mean and comes off as adorable. I love her prongs and trust me when i say that hurting her would be the last thing i'd do"

Taking a deep breath after finishing his monologue sirius took a step back ,expecting a loud thunder from james when he stood up and walked towards him.

however it seemed today was full of the unexpected, james's hand lifted and fell on Sirius's shoulder, landing with a thud that echoed across the silent room.

"you hurt her...and you're dead to me Sirius Orion Black. Alright?"

Sirius smiled, his eyes forming wrinkles at the corners.

In the end, james did infact glance at his direction the whole week, even more so than usual.

It seems as though some rules are meant to be broken.

A/n: this is it, the end I can't do this anymore lol imma start smth new, maybe a remus fic? Or anything else that strikes inspo tbh. Thanks for reading till this part and feel free to stick around for more marauders fanfics amongst other stuff :)

P.s: thanks for 100 on pt 2 <33

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[yawneon]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[cinnamoodles]

smut is great but do you know what’s better? heart wrenching, soul twisting angst that makes you want to cry (take my money)

[maisy1111]

pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(

[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading

[realangelahernandez]

I’m so sad… time for an x reader fan fiction

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

[luveline]

hi hii jade! Was wondering if you could do something sweet and fluffy w poly!marauders where reader wakes up in a very cozy and giggly mood 🤭 just some warm domestic love hehe

thank you for requesting! fem, 1k

Someone is kissing his waist. Sirius squirms in his dozing, not expecting it as those kisses travel up his naked chest. Your laugh is breathy and soft as you kiss his shoulder, your weight strewn across his side and arm, your hand finding his cheek. 

Your fingers feel inhuman in the best way, like an angel. They spread across his face and neck as you hold him in place and kiss the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. “I love you…” you whisper, the ‘you’ turning long and slow like honey slipping down his front. “I wish you didn’t sleep so much.” 

You kiss him again, and with that you’re out of bed. Out of the room before Sirius has time to gather his wits, but he does gather them, because he needs more of whatever that was. 

What sort of sweetheart kisses somebody with such gentleness thinking they won’t remember? To press affection into him with want of nothing in return. He doesn’t even bother getting dressed, just scrubs at his sleep-swollen face and fishes the crusties from his eyes as he descends the stairs, numb-legged. 

James is grabbing you by the hips, helping you up onto the counter. His curls bounce at the back of his neck. “What’s gotten into you?” he asks. 

“Love, for sure.” 

“I can see that. Eggs? Omelette?” 

“Jamie, you can make anything. Actually, let me make you something–”

James pushes you further onto the top. “That’s okay, I’m cooking. I want to cook.” 

Sirius isn’t insecure, exactly. He feels he’s quite handsome when he attempts to be, and he knows you like him whether he’s trying or not, but he doesn’t know if you want to be interrupted, either of you, and it’s his private agony to wonder what to do. Then you spot him over James’ shoulder and your eyes practically sparkle. 

“Siri…” you sing-song, melodic as he crosses the kitchen linoleum to be with you and James. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” 

Sirius touches James’ elbow with love but swoops in on you. “Did you wake me?” he asks, kissing your cheek, his arms working behind you to hold you as his lips travel downward. He isn’t half as sweet as you were, too busy trying to squeeze your torso against his and mould you into a perfect fit against him and under his arm to really think about what he’s doing. 

“She did it to me, too.” 

Sirius pulls your face into his neck and turns to James with a grin. “And Remus?” 

“He was already awake. But she kissed him and did that thing where her eyes somehow look bigger and shiny and he had to go for a walk.” 

“He didn’t have to go for a walk,” you mumble from Sirius’ neck. “He always walks on Saturday mornings. He’s just getting some herbs from the greenhouse.” 

The back door opens on cue. Remus reappears with an aura about him much like yours, dropping the cut herbs on the cutting board, and stopping just shy of everyone to smile. “Did she do it to you, as well?” he asks. 

James squeezes Remus’ face in his hand, a quick thank you for the herbs that has the latter turning pink. 

“She waylaid me with kisses like a common whore.” 

“Sirius,” James says scornfully. 

“Me being the whore,” Sirius says. You laugh into his neck, seemingly with no inclination to leave the circle of his arms. “Will I ever see your face again?” he asks. 

“It’s cozy here. I wish we’d stayed in bed.” 

“We can go back.” 

“After breakfast,” James says, popping an egg on the edge of the frying pan, breaking the shell one handed as he gives the sizzling oil a shake. 

Remus not so subtly crosses the last of the space to slot himself between your right thigh and the counter. Sirius has the urge to cup his cheek as James had done —Remus has an extremely holdable face— but is distracted by your nose nuzzling the line of his throat. 

“I love you,” you say. 

Doesn’t matter who you’re talking to. All three boys melt. 

“I’d like to do some really weird things to you,” Sirius says. 

“Me too,” James agrees. “But we do need breakfast first.” 

“No one is doing anything weird to me, it’s the weekend.” You beam as Remus laughs, seemingly your intention. 

Sirius backs away to a polite but still close proximity. He isn’t selfish; being in a ‘strange’ relationship like this one is a lot of reading cues, and a lot of just plain old climbing into people's laps when you want them, because nobody can truly read minds. Yet Sirius can see that you’re in the sort of mood where everything you touch turns to gold and all the boys want a piece of you, and who is he to get in the way of that? 

Well, he’s your boyfriend. He takes a kiss before he delegates himself to being herb-chopper, stealing glances of you from the corner of his eye. 

You tease a strand of Remus’ hair behind his ear. 

“Weird stuff is for weekdays only,” you’re murmuring. “What I want today is the real romantic stuff.” 

“Then you can have it,” Remus murmurs back. 

Sirius will happily be doing very romantic things to both of you after his omelette. James, too, if he’s so inclined.