#and put those prongs on his eyelids so he cant close them

[jrueships]

ja trying so hard to be '# hood' and now everyone's talking about wanting to dom him ummm i know this is karma but this was not the expected kinda irony i saw coming 😭

[griffxnnage]

perfect || s.b

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

request: Hi! I was wondering if I could get a one shot(is that what it's called) of a sirius x reader. I would like a cute/fluffy fic of them post Hogwarts and are married with a little girl, like maybe the reader gets home from work to find Sirius in the room with their daughter. Maybe his hair is put up in ugly pigtails and he is wearing a tutu, they are having a magical tea party and Sirius is just being a fluffy daddy's girl type of thing with his little girl and the reader just cant take how happy she is and how cute this is and how much she loves her family.

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“You’ve got to be kidding me; 2 more nose biting teacups?? These poor muggles,” I shook my head, just ready for the work day to end. “Ma’am, there’s also some Fanged Frisbees making their way into Muggle school equipment,” My assistant mumbled, quite feebly. “Alright, let’s see the paperwork, and get those Obliviators on the job, please,” I sighed, ready for another long afternoon.

After Fanged Frisbees and Shrinking Keys, a strange opal necklace and a severed hand, my day finally finished. I yawned as I trudged towards the guest exit, too lazy to go into one of the fireplaces for the Floo Network. As I was lifted to the streets of London, I thought about days past; pulling pranks with Moony, Wormtail, Prongs, and especially Padfoot. My Sirius. We’d gotten married 1 year after graduating, realizing that we were soulmates, and that we had no time to lose starting our lives together. 2 years after that, we welcomed our beautiful daughter, Opheila, into the world.

Walking through the rain sodden city streets, I smiled on the memories that I held near to my heart. After finding a nice secluded alleyway, I checked my surroundings to make sure no Muggle’s were watching, then I Apparated to our cozy flat, excited to see my family after a grueling day. 

“Hey, Sirius??” I called from the foyer of our flat. “Where are you?” After I set my keys down on the granite counter and put my purse down next to them, I heard a little melody coming from our daughter’s room. 

I’d grown used to her talent as of late, but it still took me by surprise at how well she could carry a tune. “Ophelia!! Where’s my little snuggle-bunny??” I called, crouching low to receive a hug, but it never arrived. I just heard the sweet voice of our 3 year old daughter continue. “‘Phelia!! Where are you? Do you know where daddy is?” I called, still confused about where he could be. But when I entered Ophelia’s room, my question was answered. “Sirius, oh Merlin! What happened to you??”    

His hair was in two very untidy pigtails and he had somehow stuffed his muscular body into one of her bigger frilly dresses. When he turned to face me, he had tacky vibrant blue eyeshadow on his eyelids and very clumpy mascara on his long lashes. His cheeks were adorned with way too much bright pink blush and the look on his face was absolutely priceless. 

“Y/N! Darling, you aren’t supposed to be home yet!!” He screamed, trying to cover himself up, but failing due to how poofy the dress was. I couldn’t respond due to the fact that I’d never laughed this hard since we were both still at Hogwarts. As I was wiping tears from my face and trying to catch my breath, he stood after tripping over the tacky pink fabric and put a hand over his face, trying to cover up what our daughter had done. 

“So, I guess you figured out we have an aspiring stylist on our hands, huh?” He mumbled, suddenly not needing the sparkly pink rouge on his cheeks. “I always knew she had a knack for this sort of thing,” I gasped through heaves of laughter. Once I’d calmed down (which took a while, let me tell you), I helped Sirius wash all of the play makeup off of his face, and somehow yanked him out of the ruffly dress without tearing it.

“So, I see your day was nice and productive,” I giggled as I patted his face dry with a face cloth. “Sure did, love. How was your day?” He smiled at me, watching as I started to rant about the sucky day at work. While I was applying moisturizer to his face, he pulled me in by my waist and looked deep into my eyes. “Love, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” He took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. “Of course, Pads,” My eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips, unable to stay on one of his striking features for too long.

Shaking my head, I lightly slapped his chest and laughed, saying, “Sirius, we have to go help her clean up!” He groaned, but I just dragged him out of the bathroom by the hand and returned to our daughter’s room. “Mummy!!” she cried, throwing her little arms around my neck. “Hello, my lovely! How was your day with daddy, hm?” I held her in front of me, brushing hair away from her face. “It was really fun! We got to have tea with the faeries and then I made daddy all pretty!” Her face was beaming, and her eyes were sparkling; a trait she got from her father.

“I saw! And where did you get all that makeup, love?” I was entering mum mode; once it started, there was no stopping it. “I got it from Uncle Moony an’ Uncle Prongs, remember, mummy? For my birthday!” She exclaimed, her head suddenly filled with images of cake and presents, so she just ran off to play with her doll house. 

“I can’t believe those two got her makeup; I mean, she’s 3, for Merlin’s sake!” Sirius threw up his hands in defeat, shaking his head. “Let them spoil her; it’s going to be forever until Prongs has a little girl, and I’m not really sure about Moony, so let them have this!” I hugged him from behind, putting my head under his armpit so I could see our little kid who was humming a muggle song, lost in her own little world.

“Well, at least she’s happy.” He sighed, smiling as he watched his little girl just be herself. Once I sat myself down next to her, watching what scene she was creating, I felt two large arms wrap around me from behind, and a chin come to rest on my shoulder. “I love you, Y/N, and our little family. Our perfect little family,” He murmured into my ear, and I could hear the smile on his face. I put my hands on his arms and held him close, replying, “I love you too, Pads. You and our little family.” And just like that, the crumby day at the office had faded from my memory, and all I could think about was how happy I was at that moment, and how I wanted it to last forever.