#devilishly handsome sirius black

[engie-ivy]

(Last day of August, just in time for a @wolfstarmicrofic August prompt!)

Bonus: S'mores

917 words

Happy Camper

“I’m sorry,” Dora says for about the hundredth time.

Remus just glares at her.

Dora tries to look guilty, but she has to bite her lip not to laugh.

Around them, hyperactive and overly excited children are running around, while a surprisingly cheery bus driver is trying to get a whole pile of backpacks into the bus’s luggage compartment.

Remus himself is carrying a bag of his own, rethinking the events that got him in this situation.

Dora and he were attending a meeting hosted by the Parents’ Committee at Teddy’s school, and Molly Weasley had been assigning tasks to all reluctantly volunteering parents. They had both managed not to get any tasks assigned to them, and Remus had been hopeful he was going to dodge the bullet, when they arrived at the last item.

The yearly camping trip.

They needed one more parent to supervise the children while out camping in the woods by the lake for a week. While everyone in the room was hoping that not making eye contact with Molly might prevent her from seeing you, Dora had loudly exclaimed “Remus, didn’t you tell me you used to be in the boy scouts?”

Remus did in fact tell her this, because he was telling her how he quit after two meetings because he had hated it so much, and how he detested the concept of ‘going back to basic’. But before he got a chance to say any of this, Molly had already smiled and said “Excellent”, while noting Remus’ name down on her clipboard. And everyone knows, once you’re on the clipboard, there’s no getting off anymore.

Some boys run past them, one carrying a pocket knife and one somehow already having lost his shoes.

“I can’t believe you did this to me,” Remus says.

Dora grimaces watching the boy run away with the knife. “I truly didn’t mean to,” she says. “I genuinely just remembered you once having said something about the boy scouts, and I spoke before I could think.”

Remus scoffs. “I’m not letting you off the hook that easy! Forcing me into this nightmare. It’ll take more than sorry for me to forgive you.”

Remus hasn’t decided yet how long he’ll wait before forgiving Dora. It’ll probably depend on how disastrous this week is going to be.

Dora is his... Well, she started out as his one night stand, then she got pregnant, and became the mother of his son. Gradually, she also became one of his closest friends. Neither of them ever had feelings for the other beyond friendship, though, save for that one night of blatant sexual attraction.

Dora rolls her eyes. “You’re being awfully dramatic, Remus. But alright. I guess I do owe you a bottle of wine, the good stuff, alright?”

Remus is about to reply, when a voice interrupts.

“Excuse me, are you Teddy’s dad?”

Remus looks up and his jaw drops. A man comes walking towards them.

And what a man.

He’s tall and lean. He has long, dark hair falling elegantly over his piercing silver-grey eyes and a bright smile on his handsome face. He has a duffle bag thrown over one, remarkably broad, shoulder.

“Uh..” Remus says eloquently.

Dora, who was also eyeing the man appreciatively, turns to look at Remus with a knowing smirk.

The man just smiles at Remus. “I believe we’ll be camp counsellors together!”

Remus blinks. “I thought I was paired with Harry’s dad?”

“Ah, yes.” The man runs a hand through his hair. “James has fallen ill, I’m afraid. He asked me to cover for him. I’m Harry’s godfather!” He holds out his hand. “I’m Sirius. The star.” He pauses for a moment, before quickly adding “I mean written as the star! God, can you imagine?” He chuckles. “One Calvin Klein photoshoot and I’d go around introducing myself as ‘the star’. No, I promise it hasn’t inflated my ego that much!”

“I’m Remus,” Remus replies, making a mental note to do a Google search for the most recent Calvin Klein add the moment he gets home.

“Nice to meet you, Remus!” Sirius replies. “James told me you were supposed to share a tent? I hope you won’t mind sharing with me?”

Remus swallows, his throat suddenly a little dry. “No, I don’t mind. Not at all.”

“Great!” Sirius beams at him. “Then we’ll be getting go know each other pretty well the coming week.” He gives Remus a wink, and it should probably be cheesy, but when Sirius does it, it’s just damn attractive.

“Oh!” Sirius exclaims. “And I hope you like S’mores!” He pats his bag. “This is almost completely filled with just chocolate and marshmallows. I hardly brought any clothes,” he admits. “So it’s a good thing I’m probably going to be walking around in my swimming trunks all week anyway!”

“Yeah,” Remus manages to say. “Good thing indeed.”

“Well, if you’ll excuse me,” Sirius says. “I promised James I’d embarrass Harry by loudly telling him his father sends him lots of love and kisses in front of all his friends. See you in the bus?”

“Uh-huh,” Remus says. He watches Sirius walk away, trying to wrap his head around the sudden appearance of a gorgeous Calvin Klein model who will be around him in only his swimming trunks all week and also share a tent with him, while bringing loads of chocolate.

“Well,” Dora says, pulling him from his thoughts. “On second thought, I’d say you owe me that bottle of wine!”

[engie-ivy]

Haha, guilty as charged, I definitely idolize my Sirius😊

Hey, can you rec some wolfstar writer/accounts who are Sirius centric/let him be a character of his own? I see so much Sirius who's personality doesn't extend beyond his love of Remus, is called pretty but Remus still gets all the flirting, and also Sirius keeps being called stupid and its so frustrating. Sorry this turned into a bit of a rant

Okay okay, I’ve tried my best but if I forgot anyone I’m sorry! Sirius stans please tag yourselves.

@soloorganaas @narcissa-black-supermacy @elvendorx @artemisia-black @maybebabyplease @msalexwp @oxydiane @yruablackwarbler @heartofspells @plecotusauritus @sliebman10 @mollymarymarie @picascribit t @padfootastic @arizayna @siriuslyqueer @polyjuicedpadfoot @wanderingbandurria @little-shit-soph @zeppazariel @blurryayse

[mywritersmind]

CASANOVA - LN4

summary : You can’t help but watch him, night after night it’s the same. He’s magnetic and every woman who he takes home doesn’t see it. But you see right though him. The only issue? When he notices the feel of your eyes upon him, he seems to like that you understand his game.

listen up : player!lando. kinda is giving mysterious and a bit slutty in a sirius black way? reader is observant.

word count : 661

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You watch him charm the room, specifically the woman in it. You watch as they fall all over him, flashing his rolex and sipping his champagne at just the right moments.

You watch his hand drift to a pretty girl's waist, watch his tongue dart over his lips and watch her eyes fall to them.

You watch him.

It’s become some sort of tradition, eyeing his moves and how he operates. You notice he always ends up with a hand on the woman’s waist, whispering sweet nothings in their ear.

Tonight though, you notice a change in his usual plan. His eyes stray to you.

Before you know it, Him and his perfectly tailored suit are walking towards you.

“Shit.” You mumble, turning to Charles but he’s already occupied. You stand quickly, flipping your hair behind your shoulder as you watch past the man approaching you like he’s nothing.

You hear him scoff a bit, then the footsteps follow.

The smooth jazz washes over you as you sit at the bar, requesting a glass of wine. “You’ve been watching me.” Just like that, you’ve been caught.

You turn around on the stool, smiling politely, “Lando, Right?”

He bites his lip, nodding. When you don’t say your name he speaks up, “Care to grace me with what you’re called?”

You turn back to the bartender, taking your drink as Lando leans on the counter, hovering over you, “I haven’t been watching you.” You say softly, sipping the drink.

“Stalking, then?” Your brow quirks, whipping around to stare at the devilishly handsome man.

“Cocky, are we?” You roll your eyes and stand, he follows.

“You’re Charles’ friend?” You say nothing, continuing to walk away, “Come on, pretty, I won’t bite.”

You sink into the couch, far away from the others and purposefully farthest from Charles. As you sit, Lando joins, “I like your dress.”

“I liked you better from afar.” You say simply, he tilts his head a bit, biting back a laugh.

“So you admit it, you were watching me.”

“I can’t help but be curious.” You shrug and when he scrunches his face in confusion you sigh, “You seem to be quite popular. It’s hard not to watch people fall at your feet.”

His eyebrows raise, “And here I thought you were watching me because you found me attractive.”

“Well, that was a plus, I suppose.” Lando grins at this.

“So pretty… if you won’t let me know your name, at least give me your backstory… or the reason why you’re so curious about me.”

“I was intrigued by the amount of women who come to you. And the amount you leave with.”

“You calling me a slut, pretty?” Your eyes narrow at the newfound nickname.

“No, I'm calling you a casanova.” His tongue pokes the inside of his mouth. You sit back into the couch as Lando scoots closer, “It’s not a bad thing. You’re just enjoying yourself.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, “I’d enjoy myself with you.” You shake your head at his words, sipping your wine as he leans in and whispers, “If you won’t tell me about yourself, then tell me about me.”

Your head tilts to the side a bit, your eyes wandering up his body, a bit too interested in the driver, “You talk all sweet, you always touch the girls. Never weirdly but it makes them like you, the hand on their waist. You keep eye contact. You act shy. You whisper in their ear. Just like you’re doing now.” He moves back a bit, almost like he was doing it unconsciously, “Isn’t that right, pretty?” you copy the nickname, a smirk finding its way onto his face.

Lando taps his fingers against your knee, meeting your eyes, “I like you.”

You understand the woman who goes home with him, maybe you want to be like them. Still, you just shake your head, “And there’s your downfall.”

[ddejavvu]

hii if you’re free may i request clingy!sirius black x shy!reader <33

This is the third time in two minutes that Sirius's hand has stroked a feather-light touch over your knee, and you jerk away from the ticklish touch just the same as you had the last two times.

"Stop," You beg, unable to raise your voice over a whisper even though you're in a completely secluded corner of the library, "Don't do that here."

'Oh, come on," He gushes, his voice louder and giddier than yours, "We're alone, darling! Plus, s'not like I've got my hand down your pants."

"Sirius!" You whine, unintentionally speaking louder than you'd have liked. You're somehow incapable of regulating your volume under extreme stress such as this, what with Sirius's very gentle, very chaste touches in a very secluded space. Extremely stressful.

"I'm teasing you," He urges, pinching at your elbow when it seems like you might flee from the library altogether. He says it like you don't know that, like you'd thought he was maliciously stroking your thigh with tender love and care.

"C'mon, darling," He goads, "No one's here. And no one's gonna be here, we chose the most boring section in the entire library. I promise not to stick my tongue in your mouth, I just wanna love on you."

You're softened. You're no longer indignant, and you think maybe, just maybe, you might be able to manage light PDA. You summon all of the bravery you've ever possessed, drawing on every inch of it to reach out and take his hand. He looks down at it with a raised brow, a smirk crawling up his devilishly handsome features.

"Ooh, you little minx," He purrs, and squeezes your hand tight when you instantly panic, heat rising to your cheeks as you try squirming away from him and his positively cruel teasing, "Holding hands in a place like this? Might as well just drop your panties, darling."

[bruisedboys]

shy!r x sirius at a halloween party, please? :)

ofc angel!! sorry this took so long, please enjoy my one and only halloween themed blurb hahaha!

sirius black x shy!fem!reader

You’re an odd mixture of nervous and bubbly as you and Sirius make the rounds at James and Lily’s halloween party. You haven’t met all of his friends but some of them, so he’s introducing you to the ones you don’t know. So far you’ve met three people dressed as wizards and you’re starting to think it’s an inside joke.

Sirius, dressed in an incredibly attractive black leather getup, dark makeup and red horns sticking out of his wavy hair to complete the look, leads you into the kitchen where a pretty blonde girl is mixing her drink with a fruit skewer.

“Marl! Hi, doll,” Sirius kisses the cheek of the girl in question. “This is my angel, Y/N.” He gives your hand a squeeze and encourages your forward. “Sweetheart, this is Marlene.”

You feel yourself go hot in the cheeks. He keeps introducing you as his angel, which is probably your fault since you picked the angel costume. A flowy white dress, dewy makeup, white fluffy wings. You thought it was simple and cute and wouldn’t draw too much attention to you. You’re starting to realise how very wrong you were.

“Hi, Marlene,” you manage, embarrassed.

“Wow, you look incredible,” Marlene gushes excitedly, moving in for a friendly hug. You detach yourself from Sirius to hug her back. She looks amazing herself in a lacy black dress and fake blood all down her front. She pulls away and holds you at arms length. “You’re so pretty!”

“Thank you,” you say, more flustered than ever. Sirius is still close but he’s distracted showing off his outfit to Remus in the kitchen doorway. “It’s really good to meet you.”

Marlene beams. “You too, I thought Sirius was hiding you from us!” She laughs, then lowers her voice and leans in close, “He is looking after you, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” you laugh. You can’t help but giggle at her serious tone. It’s not the first time one of his friends have asked you this, mostly as a joke, but you know it’s also because he’s so intimidating and you’re decidedly un-intimidating.

“Yeah, he is,” you tell her. He really is. He’s a sweetheart under all the punk. You suppose the angel-devil thing isn’t helping your case much, but it’s true, and you don’t care if other people think you’re an odd match. Sirius likes you the way you are and you him.

“Good,” Marlene nods, satisfied, and leans back. “Was it just me or did I hear him call you ‘my angel’? That’s awful. He’s such a—“

Sirius appears at your side again. You know he’s there a second before he appears because his warm hand finds a place at the small of your back before he interrupts,

“What are we talking about, girls?” He asks loudly.

Marlene squints at him.

“Speak of the devil,” she says, which is funny, because he’s literally dressed as a devil tonight.

“You were talking about me?” He asks, pleased. He slides his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. “Hope it was about how devilishly handsome I am.”

You and Marlene make twin faces at each other.

“Sure, Pads,” Marlene deadpans, her nose wrinkled.

Sirius grins. You’d never admit it but he is actually extremely handsome and you could probably talk about it forever.

“I knew it,” he says. “C’mon, babe, I’ll introduce you to Frank and Alice, yeah? I think they’ll love our costumes.”

You let yourself get tugged away by Sirius, happy to follow him wherever he goes. Marlene winks at you when Sirius isn’t looking.

[dearharriet]

By Any Other Name; Sirius Black ☕️

“D’you have a name, love?” He was spitting mischief into every word. “Or should I just call you angel face?”

By God, he was not pulling any punches. His voice being as silky as your knickers didn’t help, nor did his wicked teeth or his lithe hands. It was a feat of its own to close your mouth, and another altogether to speak.

Your name spilled off his lips with an exhaled drag, hot and smoking and swept away by the wind.

“Pleasure to meet you, angel face,” he said cheekily. “You can call me Sirius.”

summary: by the will of mother nature, you meet your charming downstairs neighbor—who has been dying to meet you just as much.

word count: 3K

warnings: fem!r, sexually implicit comments, lots of mentions of underwear and lingerie

authors note: me 🤝🏼 making sirius act like my other favorite scorpio (ryan gosling)

1978. London, England.

+

More than anything in the world, you wished you had a tumble-dryer. The London winds turned brutal in autumn, and you’d lost nearly ten items of clothing before the season was done.

A pretty sundress, a flannel you’d nicked from your father’s dresser. A skimpy little black nighty, the top only lace and the bottom sheer satin.

That one had been the most recent, only the day before. You blamed yourself, really; You thought you’d be coy and hang it outside for the boy downstairs to see, and the wind tore it off the line and blew it to who knows where. Now some creep probably had it in his sock drawer.

Despite all of this, you still did not have a blessed tumble-dryer. Which meant even at present, in wind that might’ve blown your makeup off, you were outside clipping your soggy knickers to the line. Three clips each, thank you very much.

You can’t say it was all that embarrassing. London wasn’t particularly a town of modesty or shame, especially in more recent times. All the ladies along your alley hung their undies out, and no one seemed to mind. Maybe you just lived on an especially progressive block of the city. Whatever it was, you liked it.

You hummed a soft tune as you hung the last piece of clothing on the line, feeling chilly yet accomplished.

The wind had died down just slightly, leaving the clothes swinging on the line—suspended between your building and the one neighboring it. You peeked across to ensure that everything seemed secure, just in time to watch a pair of silky pink undies slip from their clips and fall a story down into the alley.

You clicked your tongue, promptly making your way down the fire escape to retrieve them.

As you rounded the landing to descend the second half of stairs, you were aghast to see the boy from downstairs—the one you so desperately wanted to see your cheeky nightgown—leant against your flat building. He was smoking a cigarette languidly and intently watching your sad knickers which landed before him.

You stammered at first, unsure what to say. The remaining shreds of daylight were reflecting quite stunningly off of his pitch black hair, in a way that was all too distracting. Eventually, you settled for something apologetic.

“God, I’m sorry.” You inched forward until you could bend down and rescue the pink knickers from the filthy ground. You frowned at the specks of dirt on them. You’d have to wash them all over again. Or maybe you should just toss them.

Or cast them into the sea. Perhaps donate them to a bluebird to use for nesting. God, you were embarrassed.

For a split second you became mortified with a scenario where you kept the dirty undies and this handsome-boy-downstairs wanted to shag you, only to find you’re wearing the disgusting alley knickers. Your cheeks grew hot.

You pushed the underwear behind your back then, hoping he didn’t see them in full. When you looked up, he blew a cloud of smoke from his nose and smiled devilishly.

“Not to worry, darling. I’m quite accustomed to women dropping their knickers in front of me.”

Your mouth popped open in shock. A boyish but refined laugh bubbled out of him as you failed to respond.

“D’you have a name, love?” He was spitting mischief into every word. “Or should I just call you angel face?”

By God, he was not pulling any punches. His voice being as silky as your knickers didn’t help, nor did his wicked teeth or his lithe hands. It was a feat of its own to close your mouth, and another altogether to speak.

Your name spilled off his lips with an exhaled drag, hot and smoking and swept away by the wind.

“Pleasure to meet you, angel face,” he said cheekily. “You can call me Sirius.”

“I can’t call you handsome?” You blurted, and Sirius’ smile got so much worse, which is to say humbler and far more genuine.

“If the shoe fits,” he mumbled.

A gust of wind blew and his hair billowed with it, just as he took a final drag of his cigarette. The embers lit his face warmly.

It fit. It definitely fit.

Sirius stomped his smoke out on the cobblestone and brushed his hands off on his slacks.

“I actually have something I want to give you.” Sirius inched toward his flat window, ignoring your pinched brows. “Wait right there.”

Contorting his long limbs, he slipped inside and disappeared.

Within seconds he returned, holding what you instantly recognized as your black nighty. He walked it to you, growing taller with every step.

“Think this belongs to you,” he prodded. You took the garment from him, smiling coyly.

“Do you happen to have any of the other clothes I’m missing?” You accused, and he ducked his head sheepishly.

“Just this one,” he promised, “it fell last Sunday, just here, like your knickers.”

You flushed. “Sorry.”

Sirius’ expression turned boyish. “You should be. I’d have preferred that you came with it.”

The wind picked up again and wafted his cologne with it, something citrusy and clean. A pit stirred in your stomach.

“Maybe next time,” you murmured, and slipped up the fire escape before he could respond.

+

You sincerely didn’t expect to see Sirius after that. Not because you didn’t want to, but because it felt too simple. Too convenient.

Stunning, charming boy downstairs, holding onto your nightclothes to give back to you…

He had to be a creep. There was no other explanation. Or worse—he was only trying to be nice to save you from embarrassment.

You kept running through your conversation with him, adding new motivations and hidden meanings. Each one was like a warning siren, and it kept you from seeking him out.

Sirius, however, was not dissuaded at all.

A week later and it was the turn of November. The winds were cruel and rain barely ever let up, and any sunny day became laundry day.

One fateful, blessed dry Friday, you popped out to hang your loathsome clothes. If being clean was this much trouble, you weren’t sure it was worth it anymore. You were halfway through the soggy hamper when someone downstairs began to whistle.

“Darling, do you do anything but laundry?” A familiar voice called, posh and smug and handsome.

You peeked over the railing, and Sirius was in the alley with an amused grin on his face.

“Do you do anything but watch me do laundry,” you shot back, which made him laugh.

Sirius was making a paper boy cap look very stylish, holding the lip of it to aid his theatrics. There was something quite old fashioned about him, even in his boyish demeanor.

“I like to hear you sing,” he defended. “You have a pretty voice.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. You didn’t entirely realize you sang at all. Sirius shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around.

“Does this seem a bit cliché?”

You looked around, too, at your balcony and the shaded alley; At Sirius, who was the shining image of a hopeless romantic, ready to profess his undying love.

“I suppose,” you agree. “Wherefore art thou? No—a minute is not enough.“

Sirius pushed his tongue into his cheek, grinning.

“I was imagining something else,” he said. “Let down your hair…Or—your clothesline?”

You snorted.

“Luckily, this damsel has stairs.”

Smile widening, Sirius raised his eyebrows, wondering if you’d meant to invite him up. You nodded, and he took the steps two at a time.

It was charming. While you were still reserved, you couldn’t help but admire his complexities. He’d seemed so subdued upon first meeting him, but now he was almost howling with excitement.

He was completely out of place on your terrace. A sharp and shining bachelor lording over your half-dead plants and damp t-shirts. He looked like he had a tumble dryer, and an iron, too. Or a maid. Definitely a maid. It was a mystery why someone so put together was living on the floor beneath you.

“What,” Sirius asked, looking dubious.

“What?” Your cheeks warmed. You’d been spacing out.

“You’re looking at me weird,” he accused, but he kept a lightness in his voice. “You don’t still think I stole all your clothes, do you?”

“No,” you denied. Then, feeling cheeky, you added, “just the nighty, right?”

He blinked, looking shy again. “Well. It—it fell.”

“Oh, right, my mistake. It fell,” you nodded, and watched his mouth open and close.

“Y’know, most neighbors bake something if they want to make friends,” you continued, enjoying his squirming, his brown pearly loafers scuffing on the grated platform.

You thought he was handsome when you met, with his cavalier confidence and dangerous smile, but seeing him so embarrassed was just as enthralling; His fair skin flushed pink, his broad shoulders hunched…his voice turned raspy and unsure.

“I was never good in the kitchen.” He said it like it was a fatal flaw, unfixable.

“No, of course not,” you said with unwavering mirth. “You’d hire someone to do that, wouldn’t you?”

Sirius’ head snapped up, shocked, confirming your suspicions.

“What are you robbing my clothesline for, rich boy,” you teased, wrinkling your nose at him.

Scratching his jaw, he blew out a bewildered laugh.

“What gave it away?”

You snickered, making a sweeping gesture over him. “What didn’t?”

Sirius looked down at his pressed white dress shirt and well-fitted vest. He then ripped his hat off, deflating.

“Thought I was doing a good job of fitting in,” he muttered.

“Sorry,” you cooed, though you weren’t sure why. It should’ve been insulting, that this upper-class idiot was so upset at seeming as well-off as he was, but he kept striking you with an odd sincerity. He didn’t seem ignorant, he just seemed lost, and you felt sorry for him.

“If it’s any consolation, you look quite handsome.”

Sirius looked up at you through his lashes and shyly smiled.

“Do I?” He needled. You hummed affirmatively.

“If a bit chilly. Who’s been making your cuppas?”

Grabbing your basket, you backed away towards your window and slipped inside. You waited for Sirius to follow, hoping your invitation wasn’t too indirect. Thankfully, he crawled in after you, loitering by the window awkwardly.

“Well, don’t let all the heat out,” you called over your shoulder, dropping the basket onto your couch and bee-lining for the kitchen. Sirius closed the window and meandered further into your space.

“You’re not going to poison me, are you,” he asked from your kitchen threshold, watching you put the kettle on.

“I’m not sure you should be as paranoid as me,” you said, leaning against the counter. “But I’m fresh out, so not this time.”

Sirius laughed. “Oh, good.”

“So,” you started, crossing your arms to mirror him, “who are these girls dropping their undies for you? I’m painfully curious.”

Sirius sucked his teeth, hiding a grin.

“I’m not sure you have enough tea,” he sighed solemnly. “We’d be here all night.”

Eyes tracing over the long hands splayed over his biceps, you bit your lip.

“I can imagine,” you humored. “A pretty boy like you…you never catch a break, do you?”

Sirius looked constantly unprepared for complements like this, and you couldn’t get enough. He was pink and silent and restless, faltering for something witty to reply with.

In the end, he just shook his head.

When the water was hot, you made up Sirius’ tea, and he thanked you shyly as his hand brushed yours. He put far too much sugar in it, and not a spot of milk, but you found that just as charming as the rest of him. You sat at your kitchen table, smiling over your cups.

“I haven’t had a good cuppa in months,” Sirius sighed, spinning his mug in absentminded circles.

“Thought you had a maid,” you prodded, and Sirius’ responding smile was bittersweet.

“Not anymore,” he said quietly, “not for a while.”

You took a slow sip of your tea, watching him carefully. As you set your cup down, you licked your lips, and Sirius instinctively copied you.

“So…no maid.” You leaned back, lifting a brow. “Who presses your clothes, then?”

Sirius frowned. “I do.”

“Oh.” You frowned, too. “But you can’t make a cuppa?”

“I—“ Sirius chuckled. “I can make a cuppa. It just tastes better when someone else makes it.”

“Ah.” Picking up your cup again, you smiled at him. “Well, I’m happy to help.”

Sirius pulled his lip between his teeth as you drank, rubbing his hands on his slacks.

“Well I—“ he cleared his throat, “—I should go.”

Confused, you watched him as he pushed his chair back and stood, ducking to you gratefully.

“So soon,” you complained. It was odd. You’d been avoiding him all week, but once he was around you didn’t want him to go.

“Yes, well. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Sirius smiled kindly, if a little distant.

“Well, I invited you, handsome. That’s hardly intruding.” Your words were intentionally soft and sticky, cloying, to change his mind.

Sirius’s eyes swept over your face for a moment, his mouth chewing on words that never came out. Eventually, he left a thankful caress on your hand, where it laid dormant on the table.

“Thank you for the tea,” he expressed, and then he was gone.

You sat at the table long after he left, until your tea was cold and his empty cup was dry.

+

The whole week after that, you turned your conversation with Sirius over in your mind again and again, looking for what you’d done wrong.

He’d never seemed angry, even as he left. He was almost sullen.

In the days following, it was like he’d never existed. The alley had a Sirius-shaped hole in it every time you hung your clothes, and—as if it was missing him, too—the wind had stopped blowing.

Singing softly, you hung your final garments, enjoying the still evening while you could. When you sucked in a new breath, it was thick with the scent of burning tobacco. You looked down through the slats, and as you expected, Sirius was leaning where he was when you’d first met him.

Sucking your bottom lip, you looked at the cloth in your hands, and then back at Sirius. At the sudden absence of your voice, he’d looked up, and your gaze met his. He stilled, the ash growing perilous on his smoke, and watched as you held your dark nightgown over the railing. You let it go, and watched Sirius sigh, tracking its feathery fall to the ground.

When he looked back up, you were already halfway down the rickety stairs.

“Darling, don’t—“

“You know, it’s rotten manners to leave a girl wondering what she’s done wrong,” you scolded, plucking the gown off of the cobblestones. “Especially after being so charming all the time.”

Sirius winced. “I’m sorry.”

He looked frustratingly good, more casual than you’d ever seen him. His hair was messy and his collar unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to the elbow. It only made you bolder.

“Well,” you prodded, “won’t you at least tell me?”

He furrowed his brows, his cigarette long forgotten between his fingers.

“Tell you what?”

“What I did,” you huffed, exasperated.

His face crumpled.

“Darling,” Sirius stressed, “nothing. You’re the loveliest neighbor I’ve ever had.”

The compliment felt like an insult, calculatedly detached, and you wondered if you’d invented the whole thing in your head.

“Why’d you leave, then?”

Sirius shifted, his expensive shoes crunching on the ground.

“I didn’t want to impose.”

Unbelieving, you shook your head in disappointment. It must’ve been something awfully offensive if he still wouldn’t tell you.

“I can’t afford the expensive teas, so if it tasted odd—“

“—Love, it wasn’t the tea, it’s—“ Sirius licked his lips, hesitating. “I shouldn’t have taken it.”

Lost, the corners of your mouth pulled down. Sirius sighed.

“The gown, I—“ He gestured to the satin in your hands. “It was inappropriate. I’m sorry.”

Avoiding your eyes, he finally ashed his cigarette, but left it abandoned in his hand. Stepping closer, you batted your lashes at his shameful face.

“Sirius, if it worried me, I wouldn’t have invited you inside.”

“It should worry you!” His face contorted. “It was manipulative and debauched—“

“Debauched!” You grinned, eyes bright. “What exactly did you do to my nightgown, hm?”

Sirius’ mouth pursed disapprovingly. “Love, please.”

You stepped closer, pouting.

“You didn’t imagine me in it?” Sirius shook his head passionately, but his cheeks warmed. “Shame. I hung it for you, you know.”

Sucking in a breath, his cigarette met the ground as you waded closer. You reached out, tugging on the top button of his vest.

“Will it take a cyclone for you to ask me out?”

Sirius let out a heavy breath and shook his head. When he said no more, you tilted your head and pulled him into you.

“Well then?”

His eyes searched yours.

“Go on,” you said. “I’m not sure someone who likes his tea with seven sugars could be very scary.”

Brightening, Sirius took your hand where it fiddled with his vest. You watched with heat in your chest as he brought it to his face and pressed his mouth to it. He then turned it over and did the same to your open palm.

“Could I please take you out, angel face?” His breath was hot on the inside of your hand, sending chills up your neck. “To repay you for the stunning cuppa?”

Chuckling, you traced a feather-light finger over his jaw.

“Certainly.” You licked over your teeth. “I’ll wear my driest knickers.”

His smile slipped into wicked territory.

“Don’t sweat it, love.” A big hand smoothed over your shoulder, and you melted. “You’ll only be wasting your time.”

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thank you for reading! 🦢

masterlist

[whorediaries-09]

every time that we realized it's crazy 🎵

sirius x reader with bondage amd breeding????????????

bondage and breeding? both? are you trying to kill me?

house of balloons/glass table girls;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- this song has been stuck in my fucking head.

ps- we going to hell with this one 🗣️

little train 700 follower celebration post.

' so don't blame it on me that you didn't call your home so don't blame it on me, girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun. '

the sweet air hangs around sirius. he watches your head fall on your shoulder, drool slipping out your tongue. your legs appear to be lifeless, yet he has them tied together. he waits for your eyes to open, to show him the beauty of fear within your irises.

he's seen the sadness, the madness and the happiness. now he wants to see the fear, wants to observe it as it passes through every inch of your body, wrecking you apart. he wants to see how your body comes alive when he touches you, when he feels you.

so, when you open your eyes, he feels the blood rushing down his cock. it's beautiful, the color of your eyes, visible through the dimly lit bulb that hangs from the ceiling. it's as if he can smell the fear, through your body.

but it's not just fear he senses. he senses the arousal, the lust, the lore of your hormones rushing through your veins when your eyes fall upon him. so, he smiles, walking towards you.

'hello, little birdy,' with the utmost rage that you can portray from just your voice, you shout.

'who the fuck are you? where the fuck am i?'

'no one will come if you scream birdy. it's just you and me in this room. alone,' he says. he circles around your tied form, his gray eyes piercing through your helpless form.

'what kind of a fucking joke is this!' you scream, tired of the heavy silence that weighs upon your back.

'ah, i guessed you'd say that. perhaps, you think this is some kind of a joke or a prank. you might wonder why you're here. you might wonder think this is a terrible mistake, a strange hallucination dawned by the last margarita that flowed to be just one too many. or perhaps, you think it's one of those strange dreams that you write about in your journal. where you dream a tall, handsome stranger whisks you away to an unknown location, having his so wicked way with you.'

he swipes his tongue on his upper row of teeth, watching your throat bob as you swallow.

'but,' he continues, his palm now cradling your cheek, thumb stroking the skin, 'i'm afraid, some dreams are more real than you think. reality could be so much stranger, than the dreams your mind could ever conjure,' you stare at him letting the words infiltrate the thick coat of fear your mind wears. tears well into your eyes.

'please,' you beg, 'what do you want?' he knits his eyebrows together, his fingernail stroking your cheek.

'i don't think,' he sighs, 'you're taking me seriously. i think you- you believe that this is some elaborate prank.'

his eyes wander to the back your chair, where the chains he used to tie you up are connected to the wall. your eyes follow his and you crane your back, trying to see what he's observing.

'you see those chains little birdy? they're heavier than you think.' he looks at your wrists, swollen and chafed. 'you should know better than me, given how chafed your poor wrists are,'

'do you want to guess who i am?' he says, lowering down and sitting on his knees. he takes out a key from his pocket, unlocking the chains from your feet. he massages them slowly. you're sensible enough to know this man's stronger than he appears, and you better not kick your feet. when you stay silent he, insists you.

'come on, take a guess,' his hand slip between your thighs, his long slender finger rubbing soft circle on your clit. unconsciously you arch your back seeking for friction. he smiles devilishly watching you squirm as he rubs you through your underwear. 'take a guess, birdy, i dare you,' he breathes, feeling your slick soak through your underwear and wet his fingers.

'please,' you beg. he raises an eyebrow, increasing the pace. he tears apart the fabric of your skirt with a pocketknife, smiling at the fear that clouds your vision.

'hmm, not quite,' he teases, lowering his jaw to put on the flesh of your thighs. 'i'll give you a hint. mary adams, kelly whitlock, catherine stephens,'

recent murders.

he pulls down your underwear, watching you down at realization.

's-sirius black? the mass murderer?' he smiles,

'yes, very good. so much information in that pretty little brain of yours,' he praises, flicking his tongue on your clit. he watches your eyes roll at the sudden contact. he smiles against your cunt. his hand grip the flesh of your thighs. he spreads them apart, pulling you closer to his mouth by the legs of the chair. he puts your legs on his shoulder.

his tongue finds home on your clit, as he sucks on it. the anklet scratches his shoulder, bleeding out a wound. it soaks through the sheer vest he wears.

he plays with your folds before pushing in two fingers at once, providing you a delicious stretch of your walls. his tongue lurks around your clit, as he curls his finger into you, quickly finding your sweet spot. he laps up into you like a starved man.

'oh- oh god-' you scream, trying to push him away but bound by the heavy chains. you hear the metal clink against the dusty floor, but to no avail.

when the euphoria rushes into your nerves, the hotness creeps into your stomach, filling you up with an insatiable pleasure that makes you curl your toes, bestow moans from your lips. you chant his name, paired with a string of curses.

it's pure madness, when you feel the tight coil in your stomach unravel, your sweet juices coating his tongue. he arises from between your shaking thighs, his chin coated with your orgasm. he lets his thumb crawl on the flesh of your thighs, watching the madness of pleasure paired with fear in your eyes. he watches your chest heave.

'please, just tell me what you wa-' your sentence remains unsaid as he finds your mouth with his, slipping his tongue into yours, clashing his teeth with yours as he lets you feel the taste of your cunt and his saliva linger on your tongue.

his hands rip apart your flimsy blouse, releasing your breasts. the cold air hits them. his cool and wet fingers draw circles around your nipples, feeling them harden and erect, as hard as his cock.

he lifts you up as if you're a toy, making you sit on his lap. your legs fall on the either side of his waist, your back against his face. he shimmies down his pant, freeing his painfully hard cock. he teases your slit with the tip of cock, sliding through your wet folds. you squirm, too sensitive for the feeling. his fingernail digs deep into the skin of your waist, as he pushes you down.

the burn seeps through you, a painful ecstasy crawling underneath your skin as his cock stretches into your cunt, burning down the banners of sinful pleasure.

'f-fuck,' you manage to breathe out as he rubs his temple on your spine. his finger attaches to your clit. it's as if he has your body memorized, as if he knows everything which brings you pleasure, which leaves you aching for more.

'come on birdy,' he says, parting your lips with his other hand. he stuffs your slick underwear into your mouth. he arches his hip, pulling himself out all the way. it produces a sound that echoes through the empty room.

'p-please,' you say, voice muffled, your core already burning and aching for the pleasure. it's a storm within the cages of your lust, which burns you up. he fits into you like a puzzle, fitting every crevice of your body.

'please what, birdy?' he mocks, as he increases the pace of pushing and pulling into you. his hand wraps around your throat, another hand drawing circles on your stimulated clit. the tension and nerves build up into a familiar yet stronger coil, urging to snap out any moment.

your head falls on your side as the exhaustion of ecstasy and pleasure grips every inch of your body. it's maddening, the pace of his cock as he rims into you so perfectly, stretching you out so deliciously. it makes your toes curl, thighs shake, eyes roll and core burn.

'you, you fucking belong to me. so fun isn't it birdy?' he says, ramming into you, enjoying the bliss of your moans and screams as they pass, muffled through the fabric of your underwear. still you manage an incoherent yes.

'yes, so fun. i'm gonna fill you up to the brink, breed you with my little babies. you'll look so cute with your your belly so full with my little ones. when your tummy starts swelling, i'll fuck you each and every way, have my wicked way with you.' he promises, as he feels you clench around him at each word.

he bites your shoulder, letting his teeth sink into the skin, as your body releases the coil building into your senses. you close your eyes, muttering something which makes sirius slow down his pace before he releases himself into you, filling you up, as promised.

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when you open your eyes the next morning, the sunlight filters through the window and the flowing curtain. you're not in the cold empty room you were last night. the familiar strong hands are wrapped around you and you feel fresh and relaxed. you try to squirm around to free yourself without waking the one who held you.

your efforts bare no fruit.

he's awake, holding onto you tighter. he rests his chin on your shoulder.

'hi, baby,' he mutters, his voice morning fresh and raspy.

'hi, sirius,' you whisper back. you turn around to face him.

'did you enjoy, you know last night?' he smirks. heat crawls to your cheeks as you nod.

'i did,'

'i stopped because you said your safe-word. i wasn't too sure i heard you correctly because of the- uh- you know, but i stopped anyway. did you mean it?'

'yes i did. and before you start, it was because i got exhausted and not because you hurt me or anything.' he rubs his temple on yours.

'are you sure?'

'yes.'

he smiles, pushing his chin into the crook of your neck. his stubble tickles you and you giggle as he breathes out a 'we should do this more often,'

he's not wrong. roleplaying as a damsel in distress captured by a deranged murderer was fun. more fun than expected.

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[fic-recs-4myself]

What is your favourite Drarry fic and favourite Wolfstar fic?

First of hi!! I think you are my first ask ever, this blog is purely my fanfic reblogs repository so it's nice to see someone else here.

I wouldn't say I have one only favorite of this but I can give you a top five

WOLFSTAR TOP 5

A. All the young dudes by MsKingBean89

This one's mandatory but I have to admit I never finished it. I'm too scared to read the ending even if I already know what happens.

But I just love how their characters are portrayed especially Remus!

B. Text Talk by Merlywhirls

This one's also a classic but, It's so cute, so sad, so adorable and unique. Truly something to read over and over again.

C. (The entirety of )Discard Verse by picascribit

Im pasting the series summary here because I can't describe it better and everyone should give it a chance. Beware of the warnings tho!

Non-magic Wolfstar AU romance set in contemporary Seattle. Sirius is a mixed race White/Japanese trans man, and an assistant librarian at the Seattle Public Library. Remus is Latino and an HIV+ homeless college student and sex worker. There are some angsty bits, but overall it's not a downer.

My sweet Remus is the strongest person alive in every fic I love him so much.

D. Pray the gay away by orphan account

Remus' parents send him to a Christian camp designed to help him control his “Same Sex Attraction”. Once there, Remus finds himself rooming with the devilishly handsome bad-boy, Sirius Black. Will he give in to temptation? Could the attraction he feels for Sirius be more than physical? Non-Magical 1970s AU

Amazing work it's as beautiful as it's sad. Again beware warnings.

E. Don't fuck this up lupin by blibberinghumdiggory

Short cute soulmates au fic

DRARRY TOP 5

A. F*ck! by shushu_yaoi_lj

Cute and hot an so much fun to read

B. The importance of being Draco Malfoy by poppyhills

The amnesia fic you didn't know you needed but I can assure you you do. It's so much fun and such an unique view of Draco's mind.

C. Dear cousin, love Regulus by LLAPI115 and XxTheDarkLordxX

Quite honestly the drarry takes a backseat to all the character work Draco does but still beautiful and necessary read

D. Chaos is my second home by

This is the third work of the series and you should probably read the other ones to understand but basically it's our boys with a whole less trauma sort of. Since Vernon and Lucius died when their kids are babes their upbringing is really different and their relationship later has a whole other first steps and I loved all the thought put into their characters.

E. Silk Sheets

Purely porn without (much) plot but I believe it deserves a special mention because of all the times I have read it.

Welp! That's it, honestly I just checked my AO3 bookmarks to make this list but it was really nice to remember all these lovely fics sorry I didn't tag them but you can find them by name or author on AO3. I have a bunch more of fics left especially drarry so let me know if you want me to post another list!

[tonks-hermione-pansy-lover]

~ He Came In The Night ~ SIRIUS BLACK X YOU (?)

Trigger warnings: MINORS DNI, Sirius Black Sass, Fingerfucking, Heavy touching, Both of them orgasm, #yay he found the clit, HOGWARTS IS A UNIVERSITY IN THIS FIC OOPS I FORGOT TO ADD

This is part of a fic I stopped writing a while back. I'm posting this to see if anyone would have any interest in me picking it back up again. It's eventually Sirius x Remus x James Potter's Sister/you if you want?

I awoke to several pounding knocks against my door. When they didn’t stop, I rolled out of bed and walked blindly to the door, grasping around for the handle. “James? What is it?” I asked, cracking the door open very slightly, so the light that was always on in the hallway wouldn’t blind me even further. The face staring back at me wasn’t James. 

No, it was the stupidly, maddeningly, devilishly handsome Sirius Black, grinning down at me as he leaned against the doorway. Without even looking away from his face, I became achingly aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and soon I felt a light blush spreading across my cheeks. 

He clicked his tongue. “You’re no better than a man, are you? I can practically hear your thoughts from where I’m standing.”

“Hmm, and what am I saying in my head? If it’s anything other than ‘it’s too early to be awake, and if you ever do this again I’ll kill you,’ then you’d be wrong.” I went to shut the door in his face but he quickly stopped me, his hand shooting out and grasping my wrist through the gap in the doorway. 

“Don’t you want to hear what I was going to say? What if it was an emergency?” He asked, a fake tone of hurt in his voice. 

“I’m going back to bed,” I said grumpily, turning on my heel and walking back into my room, not caring if he stayed or left.

“Perfect! I was just about to ask you if I could come too,” he said, strutting into my room right after me and shutting the door behind himself. 

“What? Are you crazy? You’re surrounded by three people who would kill you if they ever saw us together,” I said, stalking forward and placing one hand on his chest and trying to push him towards the door, except he didn’t budge. 

He grinned lazily. “Aw, come on. Your parents would never kill me. They love me more than you! And I’m just choosing not to think about James right now.”

I glowered at him for a few seconds before letting my hand drop to my side. I let out a small breath. “Fine. Just for tonight.”

“If you say so,” he said cheekily, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to my bed and waiting for me to lie down before he followed. “Touching? No touching?”

“Minimal touching. As little as you can,” I said. “I don’t want Remus smelling us on each other tomorrow. He always looks so bothered by it, even if he says he’s not.”

“You know why,” Sirius said, letting one of his broad hands slip under my sleep shirt and caress the soft skin of my stomach. He posed it like a statement, but it hung in the air like a question. 

“Yes, I know why. I’ve let him know that I have no problem with him. . . the way he is, and that you don’t have an issue with it either, but he’s very stubborn.” I said, gasping softly as Sirius’s hands brushed over my chest before pinching each of my nipples until they were brushing against my shirt, almost uncomfortably. I arched my back into his clothed cock, and shuddered at the warmth of it pressing into my ass. 

“It’s a shame we can’t fuck,” Sirius whispered, his voice filled with lust. “I’ve wanted you all summer.”

“Have you?” I said, raising an eyebrow he couldn’t see. Last year at Hogwarts, the most we’d been was friends-that-would-fuck-on-occasion. I had wanted him too, but I wasn’t willing to admit that. I turned around to face him, wrapping one leg around his torso. “I suppose I can allow a little reward for all of that waiting, then.”

He laughed softly as one of his hands snaked down in between our bodies to pull my shorts to the side and rubbed my slick pussy, pinching and teasing my clit until I had to bury my face into the side of his neck to hide my suppressed moans. “I suppose I’ll allow you acting like you’re the dominant one here, when you’re clearly not.”

“Who says?” I said breathily, as he stroked my lower stomach sensually while his other hand pumped two of his fingers in and out of my slit rather roughly. 

“Me, of course. Come.” He said, grinning sharply as he curled his fingers suddenly, using his thumb to press down on my clit as an unexpected and rather strong orgasm rushed over me. It was no sooner than I had come down from my high when he was positioning his cock at my cunt, the small amount of fluids pearling along his tip mixing with my fresh orgasm as he slid inside me with one, smooth thrust. 

He must’ve anticipated the moan I would make, because he quickly bent down to cover my sounds with a deep, searching kiss that could’ve gone on for ages if he let it. With one hand in the curve of my waist, and the other holding my thighs spread open, he thrust into me at his own desired pace, occasionally breaking the long, sweet kisses to lick and suck around my breasts. “I missed you, Aurora.”

“Missed me? Or missed fucking me?” I asked, my toes curling as he bit the side of my breast. 

“Silly question. I missed both you and fucking you,” he said, brushing a piece of hair from my face as his thrusts got faster and deeper, which meant he was about to cum. “Which is why I’ll be taking full advantage of sixth years having their own rooms this year. I can– and will, do anything I want to you without the risk of someone walking in. With your consent, of course.”

“Like what?” I asked, looking up at him curiously, as he bit back a loud moan. “What will you do to me?”

“I’ll tell you this. . . I did some shopping over the summer– with you in mind.” He said raspily, finally releasing to whatever image he had in his head and filling me up with his cum.

I said nothing to this, but not because I was scared. I was curiouser than ever at what he had in store for me. After a few more orgasms on both of our parts, given and received, we cleaned up as best we could without turning on the showers and waking everyone up, and then went to bed.

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[mycupofrum]

15+70 with prongsfoot pls <33

Thanks for the ask! 💛 This expanded a bit. 😄 They’re muggles in this one.

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Criminal AU + Locked in a Room 

James is a football equipment manager making sure the empty changing room is in order for the following morning when in runs the notorious crime family member, Sirius Black. His face has been plastered on TV for the last few months ever since his well executed prison break, and he's clearly on the run from the police. He slams the changing room door shut behind him, and James goes pale. They've called a maintenance company for someone to come and change the lock since it's been broken for a few days, and they've made sure to leave the door open ever since. It can't be opened from the inside. He's trapped in a changing room with a criminal. A very handsome criminal.

Sirius is intrigued by this charming stranger who introduces himself as James Potter. After the first shock wears off, James doesn't seem to be afraid of Sirius but suggests a very reasonable escape plan for him once they get out of the room. When they talk more, Sirius finds out James is frustrated because he always wanted to be a star player for the team but couldn't due to an injury. So, he settled for taking care of the equipment. Honestly, the man should be a convicted criminal alongside Sirius for his bright mind and those devilishly pretty eyes and how he keeps batting those long lashes like that. When he first smiles, the dimples seal the deal. Sirius Black will take James Potter along with him as a partner in crime. After their chat, Sirius reveals he has a gun so he shoots the lock open and they step outside to start their criminal future together.

Fanfiction trope mash-up ask game

[siriuslystarbucks]

I love vague canon spots, even if they baffle me. Like, we don't know why Hagrid liked James this much. “Yeh did as much as yer father would’ve done, an’ I can’ give yeh no higher praise than that." he told Harry after graveyard in GoF, this hit me hard today. On the other hand, we don't know why Molly dislikes Sirius so. “It’s been rather difficult for you to look after Harry while you’ve been locked up in Azkaban, hasn’t it?” such a vile jab, even Snape didn't say things like that.

(crack answer bc reasons)

Hagrid loves James because everyone loves James. Really, what's not to like?

Molly: Well you see, it all started the summer of 1978 when we met at an Order meeting. He was so devilishly handsome and smart and an all-around dreamboat. And I was already married. And had children. And had just given birth to twins. How dare he. Sirius Black should Not Be Allowed To Exist Like That when I have no chance with him. Horrendous. This is a blow against feminism. AND THEN THINGS GOT WORSE because he continued to be wonderful and handsome for the entire next year! He smiled politely at me when he needed to get by! How else am I supposed to take that? Clearly, it was a targeted attack against me.

[dufferpuffer]

Love the idea of Dumbledore using his own personal taste as a bad-guy-barometer He has such a history of liking bad boys that if HE thinks a guy is devilishly handsome he suspects them. Gellert Grindelwald? Dark, handsome, naughty bad boy genius with an interest in Dark Magic - literally dated him... went off the deep end. Tom Riddle? Dark, clever, handsome young lad... a little troubled, history of Dark Magic interest... grew up to be just as handsome... and went off the deep end. Sirius Black? Dark, clever, handsome, cheeky man who has a keen interest in being naughty- wait a fucking second the Dumbledore alarm is going off Dumbledore has a clear type - and something I find interesting is that aside from the 'handsome' part.... Severus fits the mold. Dark, Clever, an interest in Dark Arts, a bit of a troublemaker (though usually not his fault)... Am I saying that the reason Dumbledore trusts Severus is because he isn't 'handsome'? maybe

the Harry Potter handsome men’s club

i’m not even kidding, I went on a word search rampage, motivated by an initially serious thought train about how JK Rowling depicts & portrays conventional attractiveness vs. non-attractiveness (inspired by me finally reading the Robert Galbraith books) and how it contributes to her characterizations. It has resulted in this:

The only characters ever outright called “handsome” by either the narration or another character, in the order of “handsome” appearance:

Gilderoy Lockhart: Actually indirectly called handsome: introduced as “very good-looking”; handsomeness only mentioned in that “he didn’t look remotely handsome anymore” and Ron going “*cough*Lockhart*” when accusing Hermione of only liking people (aka Cedric) for handsomeness’ sake. 

Tom Riddle. Not introduced as handsome by 12-year-old Harry (16-year old Harry makes up for it by calling young Tom Riddle handsome EVERY time he is mentioned), just as a boy “much taller” than Harry with the same jet black hair. Dumbledore makes the handsome explicit* when at the end of CoS he refers to how most people failed to connect Voldemort to the “clever, handsome boy” Riddle had been.

Sirius Black: Pre-Azkaban, in the wedding picture: “handsome, full of laughter”; his “handsome, laughing face.” In the flashback, after we’re reminded he’s very good-looking he sits around looking: haughty and bored “but handsomely so”. Our last look at him alive is of his “wasted, once-handsome face” (this is where I cry); in the picture on his wall we see Sirius looking “carelessly handsome … slightly arrogant”, and of course break-our-hearts-one-last-time-Resurrection-Stone Sirius looks “tall and handsome” with a grin on his face and even walks handsome, really: “loped with an easy grace.” 

Cedric Diggory: uh, Cedric may actually be the best-looking, according to the text.  

Cedric alone gets adverbs of degree; he is “extremely handsome” and “exceptionally handsome”, thank you, fourteen-year-old Harry Potter. Cedric also gets called pretty boy at least twice, once by Seamus Finnegan, and once by a jealous Harry in his thoughts. Yet he is one of the few members of this club who shows no signs of a) evil b) vanity or c) arrogance. Cedric is downright lovely; poor Cedric.

Firenze: he’s confirmed as the “handsome centaur” in HBP, but we assumed as much before from Parvati & Lavender, whose giggles are probably the best non-explicit* barometer of male handsomeness in-text.

Bill Weasley: 14-year-old Harry actually calls long-haired Bill “cool”, not handsome. But we gather more information from Fleur’s eyeing him up: aka by “cool”, Harry, I think you meant “hot”, or possibly, since this is UK-set, “fit”. Hot/fit, being of course a distinctive category of literary attractiveness, it can, but does not always, crossover with “handsome”. 

Mrs. Weasley (painfully) confirms Bill’s handsomeness after his face is ruined: “very handsome little b-boy”, “always very handsome”. Again, the handsome is there to make us sad- but not too sad this time, since it’s a glorious set-up for Fleur’s epic good-looking-enough-for-the-both-of-us moment of true <3.  

Tom Riddle Sr. - the “handsome” Muggle, whose son looks like his “handsome father in miniature”; his handsomeness is both a huge plot point in Merope’s story and further re-emphasis of T.R. Jr.’s own looks.

Gellert Grindelwald - yes, the other Dark Wizard was also a card-carrying member of the handsome club. We first get him stealing the Elder Wand with “delight upon his handsome face”; later as Dumbledore’s “handsome companion,” “merry-faced” and “smiling lazily” in his picture. You wouldn’t remember it from the Very Serious version of the photograph used in the movies, but it’s also noted in the photograph Dumbledore and handsome friend Grindelwald are both “roaring with laughter”. 

…which, interesting: the association of handsome + laughter is explicitly connected, repeatedly, with only one other character: Sirius Black. 

-and not to go all psychoanalytic literary criticism, but THAT adds an angle to Dumbledore’s distrust of Sirius (offering to be the Potters’ Secret Keeper instead, buying into Pettigrew’s frame job) and how Dumbledore & Sirius have little rapport, especially compared to Dumbledore & anyone else from Sirius’ generation. 

Am I making the ridiculous statement that Dumbledore didn’t like Sirius because he was handsome? …actually, sort of, yes.

Keeping in mind that Sirius and James are pretty confirmed to have gone around the school hexing people, that Grindelwald was kicked out of Durmstrange for much-more-extreme “near fatal” attacks on other students, and that Sirius did in fact set a “near fatal” situation up by telling Snape about the tunnel as a prank… 

I think there’s a reasonable argument that Dumbledore looked at a clever, handsome boy, and thought of other clever handsome boys he’d known and how they’d turned out-  particularly the one who was briefly part of his own laughing double act - and did not trust Sirius Black. And so offered to be the Potters’ Secret Keeper instead. And bought into Pettigrew’s frame job. And even later (in one of Dumbledore’s many What the Hell, Hero moments) letting that whole Sirius-confined-at-Grimmauld-Place situation build, and critiquing his character ten minutes after he’s dead. Sirius is one of the few characters in the series who Dumbledore never seems to give a fair shake, even while able to analyze him to a T… 

But I digress, so back to the handsomeness:

 runners-up:

11-year-old Dudley Dursley- looking v. “handsome and grown-up” in his uniform, but since it is Aunt Petunia saying so, and Harry is choking on laughter, HEAPS of salt from the narrative here. 

Ron Weasley, assured he is “very handsome” by, of all people, Slughorn. Grain of salt for love-potion circumstances, but giggling sixth-years suggest it is not much of an exaggeration.  

Regulus Black is “rather less handsome” than Sirius. While not 100% confirming handsomeness, given how often it comes up regarding Sirius, a remaining degree of reasonable handsomeness is implied.

handsome woman’s club: 

Madame Maxime! at least three “handsomes” to her name 

other “handsome” things: Fawkes except on Burning Day, silver platters, roaring fires, leather-covered books, tawny owls, a Christmas tree, and the face of the  “noble-looking” from a distance but up-close vacant wizard of the Fountain of Magical Brethren, etc

*any other male characters’ handsomeness is either implicit, fanon, or movie-driven assumptions. There’s plenty of strong implicit arguments to be made, though, through the lovely showing-not-telling of attractiveness. But no one else is explicitly “handsome”, unless I missed one, in which case, do tell.

generally, though, if you are handsome in a Harry Potter novel, you are either evil or something terrible is going to happen to you. But handsomely so!

[fushic0re]

─ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙭 𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — “WHAT’S YOUR NAME? WHO’S YOUR DADDY? IS HE RICH LIKE ME?” – in which sirius black becomes infatuated with the young auror who joined the rrder.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. smut; unprotected penetrative sex. daddy kink. age gap relationship (reader’s age is not explicitly stated, but they are of age).

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THE FIRST TIME Sirius Black laid his eyes on you was the first day a woman had ever left the notorious womanizer speechless.

He remembered the sight perfectly. The Weasley children, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter were cooped up in the foyer, grasping desperately for any source of entertainment. They found solace in the radio, flipping through stations until they found the perfect track to jam to. They rejoiced, Fred and George immediately reaching over and turning up the volume, earning them a scolding from Hermione.

“It’s too loud!” She hissed. “You’re going to get them in trouble.”

“Like some good ol’ psychedelic tunes are going to interrupt important Order business,” Ron mumbled, wincing at the glare the brunette shot him.

“Ronald Weasley, I swear to god—”

“Turn it up a little more, I can barely hear it!”

“You’re right bloody next to it, Gin!”

“Exactly, it’s so low I can hardly hear shi—”

The shadow of a womanly figure loomed over them. The teenagers froze like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and egos awaiting a scolding. Harry leaped for the radio and shut it off. However, their fear dissipated when they allowed their eyes to meet the figure in front of them. Immediately, they were stunned by her beauty. The second thing they were stunned by was the lack of angry expression. Instead, a playful smirk graced her features. She said nothing, only nodding to the radio before shutting the curtain that separated the foyer from the rest of the house.

"Turn that back on." The woman encouraged.

The teens shared a look with each other, processing the stranger’s words before their demeanors loosened once more. Ginny and Hermione giggled amongst each other, the boys joining in before turning the radio back on and adjusting the volume to a respectable level. The Zombies filled the room, prompting the woman to dance; swaying her hips to the music, her arms thrown in the air carelessly, eyes closed in ecstasy, and a gorgeous smile stretched across her dazzling features.

“I love this song,” You sighed, undulating your way across the room.

The sight was utterly bewitching. The older man swore you had snuck a drop of Amortentia in his wine. Maybe you had him under the imperious curse. But as he watched you, his gaze trailing from your shut eyes, cheekbones, lips, decolletage, and down your tantalizing figure as it oscillated in waves, it became glaringly obvious that the only spell he was under was yours.

“And who might you be?”

Your body responded to the velvety voice in a Pavlovian manner, spinning around without hesitation to face its source. Pupils dilated, lips parting, and heart quickening, you couldn’t believe who was stood in front of you looking devilishly handsome; Sirius Black himself.

“Mr. Black, I thought I’d run into you.”

You introduced yourself, reaching out for a handshake and praying that he couldn’t spot your hand shaking from anticipation.

He took your hand in his, opting to hold it rather than shake it.

“You’re the auror.” He pointed out, a glint of mischief disguised within his sculpted features.

“That would be me.” You affirmed, trying your best to hide the fact that you were instantly smitten. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Black.”

The raven haired man brought your hand up to his mouth before placing a slow, delicate kiss to the back of it, his slate eyes never looking away from yours.

“Sirius.” He purred. “And the pleasure is all mine.”

Harry was not oblivious to his god father’s advances. Sure, he was just a teenage boy with hardly any experience with girls, but he was still a male. He knew what it looked like when one of his kind was in the pursuit. It didn’t help that Remus had told him numerous stories of his god father’s womanizing ways back in their younger days. At first, he couldn’t possibly imagine Sirius even flirting with a woman. Afterall, he was his family, and you never think of family in that way. But now that he was witnessing it, Remus’ stories were no longer baseless. Sirius Orion Black the third still had the Midas touch.

Sirius tilted his head, eyeing you with curiosity and interest.

“I didn’t know aurors looked like this nowadays.” Sirius quipped. “If you were the one to arrest me, I would have gone willingly.”

You giggled at the jest, almost missing the way Harry scoffed at his god father’s methods of philandering.

“It’s not fair what happened to you. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You lamented, not feeling right casually joking about the wasting of an innocent man’s life. “When this is all over, the first thing I’m doing is working on getting you a fair trial.”

The ebony haired man tutted, shaking his head and squeezing your hand gratefully.

“You’re too kind, darling. That bridge will be crossed once we get there.”

He let go of your hand and lightly placed it on the small of your back, leading you out of the foyer.

“For now, would you do so kindly as to oblige an old man with a drink?”

Your heart skipped several beats. Suddenly, you felt like a schoolgirl once mor, fawning over the man like a lost puppy.

“I-I’d love to,” You stumbled, your brain short circuiting at the simplest touch of his palm on your back.

Without as much as a glance back, the two of you were out of sight.

The teens’ eyes darted back and forth at each other, unable to process what had just played out before their eyes. A pregnant pause took place before Ginny Weasley broke the silence.

“I don’t blame him at all.”

From the master bedroom upstairs, Sirius Black vigorously thrusted away in between your shaky legs. The sight of you was pornographic; legs thrown over his shoulders, palms pressed against his naked tattooed chest, your face glistening with sweat, pretty mouth slack as whines and moans flowed from your body like a symphony. He cupped your face in between his hands, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Little fucking minx. Dancing around like that in my house.” Sirius panted. “Look at us. Look at how wet you are for me. How well you’re taking me.”

Sirius’ grip on your face tightened, directing your gaze downward. The sight of your cunt splayed open and his member glistening with your nectar each time Sirius pulled out of you partnered with a particularly hard thrust caused a loud cry to escape your lips. His hand flew to cover your mouth, ceasing the sound from traveling further. You turned your head, eyeing the nightstand where both of your wands rested. Swept up in the heat of the moment, neither of you had the opportunity to cast a quick Colloportus or a Muffliato. If you were being completely honest, neither of you cared. Secretly, you hoped someone heard you. Maybe not the kids, but the junior auror who was shadowing you who had been eyeing the master of the house unabashedly the moment you both stepped into the house. You hoped that, triflingly, she would learn her place.

“Quiet. I don’t think Moody would be impressed hearing his shiny new protégé getting fucked like a whore.” Sirius hissed, burying his face in the side of your neck and placing feverish kisses and love bites along your flesh.

He brought his mouth to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Say it.” He growled.

Another loud moan was drowned out by his hand. The older man above you began to fuck into you with increasing vigor, the sturdy bedframe now beginning to rock against the walls. Your back arched off of the bed, hands clawing at his shoulders for purchase. Your walls began to flutter around his cock, coaxing deep groans out of Sirius. The both of you clung to each other, sweaty torsos pressed tightly together, the friction stimulating your pebbled nipples. Your breath quickened until you were uncontrollably panting. Mewling was the only form of communication you were capable of.

“Aw, baby,” Sirius cooed condescendingly, pressing his lips against your dewy cheek. “I thought you had some bite to you, now you don’t have any bark left?”

His hands moved to grip your throat firmly.

“Say it.”

You turned your face to face him, noses touching and eyes locked.

“Daddy.”

In that very moment, Sirus Black lost all sense of humanity. His eyes darkened with unfiltered lust, jaw clenched tightly, and instantaneously, he began to quite literally pound you into his mattress. If they hadn’t heard what was going on already, the guests downstairs definitely could now. The clear sound of rhythmic slapping skin was too distinct to be mistaken for anything else. Especially by Molly and Arthur Weasley who had done it enough times to produce 7 children.

Your body began to convulse, hands tangling in Sirus’ raven curls.

“Fuck daddy, that feels so fucking g-good,” You gasped.

“I bet it does, pretty girl. This is how real men fuck.” Sirius chuckled deeply. “Now be a good little girl and soak daddy’s cock, can you do that for me?”

“Mhm,” You mumbled in a daze, eyes shut and seemingly unable to be opened as euphoria took over your entire existence; mind, body, and soul.

Sirius admired you from above. In all of his bachelorhood, he had never met anyone as beautiful and charismatic as you. Even on the darkest days he served in Azkaban, the days he spent fantasizing his dream woman, nothing his imagination could conjure up came even close to you.

And now, he had you in his bed.

He was inside you. Wrecking you. Taking down you, a force to be reckoned with, stroke by stroke. Sirius Black had one of the best aurors the ministry had to offer speechless. His ego was soaring.

“Sirius! Y/N!” Molly hollered from downstairs. “We’re starting!”

Your mouth opened to respond, but words couldn’t come out as your peak gained momentum and your entire brain shut off.

“I’m coming!” You gasped sharply, loudly. “I’m coming!”

The double meaning behind your words was the final nail on the coffin. Your velvety walls clenched down on his cock, juices flowing freely upon him. Your orgasm triggered Sirius’ and with a low and drawn out moan, he emptied his seed into you. He relished in you for a brief moment before gently pulling out, cock stirring as if it hadn’t just had its release at the sight of his cum dribbling out of your mound.

He quickly dressed, helping you into your skirt and heeled ankle boots once your bra and blouse were on.

“I’m sorry, love. I hate to end this abruptly, but they’re waiting on us.” Sirius apologized wholeheartedly, pressing a kiss to the back of your head and smoothing down your sex hair fondly.

“Where are my—”

Your sentence died as Sirius stuffed your panties into inner pocket of his blazer. He stared at your bare legs, a wide smirk on his face.

“Pay good attention at this meeting and you’ll get them back, little miss auror.”

With that, he turned on his heels and exited the room.

“Sorry about that, got to another spat with my mother’s portrait. Don’t know why I even keep that old bat…” You heard Sirius’ jovial voice announce as he walked down the stairs.

You waited a brief moment, allowing an appropriate amount of time to pass before following suit. You walked carefully, afraid that with any sudden movements, his spent would flow out of you all at once. With a deep breath, you entered the dining room.

“Good evening,” You greeted amicably, hoping you didn’t sound out of breath.

“Have a seat, lass.” Moody acknowledged. “Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N. One of the brightest. I trust her with my life.”

“Ah, it’s so nice to formally meet Alastor’s golden child!” Arthur joked, introducing himself with a warm handshake.

You made your way down the table until you reached the head, your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight of the man who had just fucked your brains out and sent you downstairs full of him sitting cool and unbothered.

“Y/N, Sirius Black.”

Your walls clenched and unclenched, your previous activities flashing through your mind. A small dribble of cum made its way down your bare thighs, making their way passed your skirt before you pressed your legs together in a panic.

“Please to meet you, Mr. Black.” You greeted.

He raised his glass to you, winking at you subtly. He had saw.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

[writer-of-sorts]

written with @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: sweet

The store’s bell rang as Remus entered Honeydukes with Lily hot on his heels.

“What shall we buy first?” she asked, marvelling at all the sweet delicacies. But Remus’ eyes had already zeroed in on the chocolate bar on display at the other side of the shop. Remus got tunnel vision, making a beeline straight to it. But just as he reached out to grab the delicious treat, his hand collided with another. He looked up. A boy with long black hair and a devilishly handsome face stared back at him. “I’m sorry,” the boy said, pulling the chocolate towards him, “but this chocolate bar is mine.” “Oh no you don’t!” Remus cried, tugging the chocolate back towards himself. The other boy’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “Hand it over, you tosser,” he ordered, trying to yank it back. But Remus’ grip was firm. “Never!” The boy opened his mouth angrily, no doubt ready to unleash a string of insults, but he was cut off by a panting voice. “Sirius!” Another boy with messy hair and a flushed face suddenly appeared next to him. “You can’t just run off like that! I’ve been looking every— Oh, what’s this?” Lily suddenly joined the scene too. “This boy is trying to snatch the chocolate from Remus, even though Remus grabbed it first!” “Did not!” the pretty boy —Sirius— exclaimed, then turned to his friend, “James, listen to me!” “Alright, alright,” James said, putting his hands up in a sign of peace, “Let’s deal with this like civilized men, shall we, lads?” Remus and Sirius glared at each other, hostility gleaming in their eyes. “Just drop the chocolate, and we can sort this out maturely,” James continued, voice soft and coaxing. Remus and Sirius reluctantly obeyed, and Lily looked greatly impressed by the newcomer. “How do you suggest we sort this out now, O wise one?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip. “Well that’s easy,” James replied as an almost unnervingly mischievous grin spread across his face, “They duel for it of course.” And that was how Remus had found himself in the position he is in right now. Unsheathing his wand from his robes like a sword from its scabbard, he faced his opponent, Sirius Black, across the frozen lake of Hogsmeade. Remus’ longing for the familiar sensation of chocolate melting on his tongue was fueling him, so after both duelers had bowed, he wasted no time in making a move. “Stupefy!” he yelled as red light shot out from his wand. Sirius’ eyes widened in shock, but his hand moved fast. “Protego,” he screamed. An invisible barrier blocked the charm. Remus growled in frustration. “Flippendo,” he said, and the light from his wand connected to Sirius’ body. The black-haired boy flew backward, his spine hitting the ice with a pained grunt. Suddenly, a crackling sound was heard. A large crack had formed in the ice where Sirius’ body laid. “Wait, stop!” Remus cried, rushing forward. But Sirius had already scrambled to his feet, wand raised, an angry expression on his face. “Locomotor Wibbly!” he bellowed. Remus’ knees buckled. He struggled to stay upright as his legs wobbled like jelly. “Don’t move, Black!” Remus warned, “The ice is—“

The crack started to branch out. Remus raised his wand, desperately needing to Depulso Sirius off the ice, but the clueless boy didn’t give him the chance.

“Expelliarmus,” he snarled, blasting Remus’ wand out of his grasp just as the ice gave away.

Sirius fell into the freezing water.

Remus wobbled towards the jagged edge of the ice. He kneeled, eyes skimming the surface of the water for any trace of inky black hair or red-gold robes. But there was nothing more than murky liquid.

James’ and Lily’s shouts filled his ears. They were rushing towards him. Lily had two wands in her hands. She thrust one at Remus. “Here’s your wand, Remus. And don’t worry; we already put weightlessness charms on ourselves.”

Remus cursed himself for not thinking of that sooner as he stood up and cast the charm on himself.

“What do we do?” Lily asked, staring at the water, “He’s not coming up.”

James looked unnaturally white as he shook his head. “Sirius can’t swim,” he said gravely.

That was all it took for Remus to make his mind. He pulled his tie and robes off, then squared his shoulders.”I’m going after him,” he announced.

Without waiting for a response, Remus dived head-first into the lake. The coldness stabbed at him like icicles, but he forced his arms and legs to propel him forward. He kept his eyes wide open as he searched desperately for Sirius.

A flash of black hair caught his eye. Remus swam towards it, and in seconds he had a pale, unconscious Sirius Black in his arms. Remus pointed his wand skyward before shouting out a very warbled “Ascendio.”

Miraculously, the spell worked. Remus and Sirius burst through the surface, landing on solid ice.

Lily quickly cast another weightlessness charm on Sirius as Remus, spluttering and shivering, set the unconscious boy down. He didn’t know why, but he clutched on tightly to Sirius’ cold hand.

“He’s dead!” James wailed, falling to his knees next to his best friend, “Oh, Sirius! How could you leave me alone like this?”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Potter,” Lily chastised. Still standing, she pointed her wand at Sirius. “Renervate.”

Long eyelashes fluttered open to reveal cloudy wide grey eyes. Sirius blinked up at Remus. “Wow,” he said quietly, “You’re beautiful.”

Remus blushed furiously as James, oblivious, helped Sirius to his feet. “I thought I lost you there, mate!” he laughed.

Sirius grinned, then turned back to Remus and faked a pout. “I guess this means the chocolate is yours, huh?”

[lemndrps]

tell me all about that twisted love!

Ooo hello! Twisted Love is a muggle mafia AU where Regulus and Sirius are crime lords that very much butt heads but would ultimately do anything to protect one another :-') and it'll have some wolfstar rosekiller and jegulus !

In the midst of the 1970’s, the Black Brothers were known well across London by fear of name alone. The infamous Regulus and Sirius Black, conquerors of the city’s underworld. They were crime lords. Bound by blood, with a relationship built of loyalty and love, of resentment and bitter spite, on top of an impenetrable empire of violence and crime.

They were devilishly handsome and sinfully rich, prevailing upon the city with a sickening cocktail of chaos and charm. One was reckless and impulsive, the other meticulous and reserved, yet both were all together, brutal and unrelenting towards anyone that dared to cross them.

Together, they were untouchable– or so they’d always thought.

[chudleycanonficfest]

Stars in the Night Sky

Day 3, Story #2 is by @adenei

Title: Stars in the Night Sky

Author: adenei

Pairing: Jily (James Potter x Lily Evans)

Prompt: Stargazing

Rating: PG

TW: None :)

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The castle is peaceful as it nears midnight, a calm surrender to the usual bustling halls during the day. Rounds ended over an hour ago, but the quick pair of footsteps was not rushing through a late shift, they were on their way to the Astronomy Tower to meet their partner and begin Professor Sinistra’s constellation project. 

Allocation of the work was all in the luck of the draw. Where one half of the class drew a name, and the other pulled the astronomical phenomenon they were to study. Lily Evans had pulled the piece of parchment on stars and constellations, and according to the project’s outline, she and her partner would be tracking Orion, Cassiopeia, Gemini, and Canis Major for the next two weeks.

The project left Lily questioning why she chose to pursue the subject after passing her O.W.L.s. Maybe it was because she has always been fascinated by the subject, or maybe it’s for the sole fact that Astronomy is one of the subjects she can discuss with her family since it relates closely to muggle sciences. Regardless, she’s not sure it’s worth the lack of sleep she’s about to endure over the next few weeks.

As Lily climbs the steps of the Astronomy Tower, her heart thunders in her chest with anticipation about who her partner will be. The class is small, with only ten students, but she didn’t bother to hang around and discuss ‘who had who’ at the end of class. She had a meeting with Professor McGonagall about her Head Girl duties and couldn’t be bothered to worry about who her partner was. 

But now, after finding out through Mary that she’s been paired with Remus and Sirius pulled Benjy Fenwick’s name, Lily is nervous. Rumblings at dinner also confirmed that Calliope Forsythe of Hufflepuff was disappointed that she chose Bridgette Marls’s name instead of James’s, leaving Lily sweating the remaining possible outcomes. She doesn’t want to jinx it by getting her hopes up that James may have pulled her name out of the cauldron, and she’s mad at herself for wanting it so desperately.

We already spend enough time together with our Head duties. Plus, we’re friends now, so we can hang out whenever we like...just not alone.

Her last thought is only a partial lie, considering they’re ‘alone’ when creating schedules for rounds, but it never fails that some fifth or sixth-year students are always barging in to use the Prefect’s lounge to study, ruining any potential chance for either to make a move. Even when they’re on rounds, their conversation is constantly interrupted by catching a couple in a broom closet or empty classroom. 

Lily lets out a huff of frustration as she recalls the last time, when she was sure he was about to ask her to Hogsmeade, but then there was a loud clatter from a room up ahead, breaking the moment. So really, it’d be ideal if James were her partner for this project. She’s sick of the song and dance they’ve been playing since the start of term and wants nothing more than to find out whether he still fancies her or not. After all, it’s only a matter of time that some other girl will swoop in, causing his devilishly handsome smile to be trained on them instead.

As Lily approaches the foot of the stairs leading up to the observation room, she checks her watch. 11:59. Right on time. She holds her breath during the entire stair climb, and only when she rounds the corner to the dimly lit area with one singular candle on the table to take notes, does she see him. He’s leaning over the table, the light illuminating his messy black hair as his glasses slip down his nose. The sleeves on the white shirt of his uniform are rolled up to his elbows, exposing the sinewy muscles of his forearm as Lily stands there, getting lost in a daydream that finds those arms wrapped around her body.

The hoot of an owl in the distance snaps her out of her thoughts as she takes a few steps closer.

“I hope you haven’t started without me.” 

Lily’s light chiding gets James’s attention as a wide smirk dons his face. Her insides tremble as her heart pounds faster in her chest.

“How can I get started if I don’t know what we’re supposed to be looking at,” he remarks, eliciting a nervous laugh from her chest.

“Yeah, sorry for not sticking around after class. I had another appointment.”

“Well, I hope my reveal isn’t too much of a shock.”

“Better you than Mulciber or Avery,” she teases. “Why didn’t you ask Professor Sinistra what topic I pulled after you gave your information and got our timetable?”

James walks around the table to join her as she pulls out the project guidelines. She assumes he would have known what they were studying, considering everyone had to check-in and get their schedules from Professor Sinistra. Depending on what the group has chosen, their research times varied.

“Because I thought we were going for the surprise factor,” his cheeky grin matches the lightness in his voice. “Besides, I figured it’d be another excuse to pore over the parchment in close proximity.”

Lily searches the space next to her to see just how close James is before meeting his gaze. She becomes dizzy from the scent of his cologne, with hints of cinnamon and sandalwood invading her sense of smell. If she gives in to temptation now, they won’t accomplish anything on their first night.

Work first, play later.

Strengthening her resolve, Lily makes a swift turn and heads for the telescope. “We’re responsible for tracking the four constellations that are listed on the first page. I’ll see which one I can find first and we’ll go from there. We can take turns tracing, and observing if that’s alright with you.”

“Sure, I’ll get the parchment set up,” James agrees.

Lily’s not sure, but she thinks she may have heard a hint of disappointment in his tone. She pushes the thoughts aside and peers into the massive telescope that’s bolted down in the center of the room. It doesn’t take long to find Jupiter, and from there, she’s able to see a handful of the stars that make up Orion. The belt is the most prevalent as she takes mental notes to transfer on the paper.

Settling into a steady hum of working together, the pair take turns between the telescope and table, making light work of the night’s observations. When Lily checks her watch again, she realizes they’ve finished with time to spare. She wanders over to the railing, and even though she’s spent the better part of the last ninety minutes studying the stars, she finds herself looking up to the sky once more. Only this time, she’s stargazing with only the naked eye. 

She feels James approaching before he arrives at her side, gazing up at the twinkling stars among the backdrop of black and midnight blue.

“We make a pretty good team.” Her voice is soft as it carries through the air between them.

Lily’s exhaustion is prevalent as her eyelids become heavier, but she can’t be bothered to move away from James’s side. Not yet, anyways.

“You haven’t gathered that from our flawless round schedules and seamless Prefect meetings we’ve run so far as Heads?”

Lily can’t help the smile that creeps across her lips. He’s playing into her words in the exact way she was hoping for. “Of course, I’ve noticed. I was just thinking out loud…” she trails off, hoping she’s got him hooked and wanting to know what else she’s about to say.

“About what?” Barely a second passes before the question leaves his mouth.

She drags her teeth over her bottom lip as she looks up at him. Here goes nothing.

“Just about how our teamwork might work in other respects, too.”

His lips part as she hears a sharp intake of breath. “Evans,” he warns as he inches ever closer to her face.

“Potter,” she challenges right back.

They are mere centimeters away from each other now, and it’d be so easy to close the gap between them. James seems to have frozen in front of her as she finds herself leaning up on her tiptoes to press a feather-light kiss to his lips. She pulls away, not wanting to push her luck.

When he doesn’t move after she pulls away, her heart sinks. Lily grabs her bag and turns to head back to the common room. Clearly, I was mistaken.

“Sorry, I just thought—” but she never finished her apology.

Her foot grazes the top step of the staircase before a warm, strong hand wraps around her wrist and pulls her back, where she hits a wall of muscle. Her lips are on his again, and this time he’s kissing her back as her arms snake around his shoulders and her foot lifts off the ground of its own accord. 

James Potter is kissing me!

The moment only lasts a few moments before they pull apart, their breathing heavy under the starry night.

James breaks the silence after a minute. “So, er, Hogsmeade this weekend?”

Lily grins as she backs away slightly, leaving him standing there as she heads toward the stairs for the second time. She flashes a ‘come and get me’ look. 

“I thought you’d never ask.”