#fic.recs — sirius black 🗒️

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rockstar!sirius is the reason i'm alive and breathing actually 😌

and we run ࿐ྂ

pairing: rockstar!sirius black x reader

genre: fluff

summary: in an attempt to escape the paparazzi, sirius black hitches a ride with the first person he sees.

warnings: none that i can think of!

author’s note: okay this idea came to me after seeing a photo of amy winehouse hitching a ride with a fan to get away from the paparazzi on instagram. n the title is from ‘i know places’ by taylor <3 rockstar!sirius makes me go absolutely Insane i love him so much. enjoy!!

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in general!!! soft sirius makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs honestly

<333 i love him! here’s Sirius asking shy!reader to go steady

Sirius asking you out on a date - that had been surprising. Hell, him noticing you at all had never made sense to you; he seemed like the type to need a spitfire, a passionate love, someone to bump heads with, and so his question now was ludicrous to you. 

"What?" you ask, barely loud enough to be heard. 

Sirius smiles, missing his usual confidence and bravado. It suits him just as much. "I asked you," he starts again, toying with the chain hanging around his neck, "if you wanted to be my girlfriend." 

You're kneeling at one end of the two-seater sofa. Sirius sits cross-legged at the other end with his back to the arm, your paused game of gin rummy untouched between you. 

You hold your pulse against your thigh, feel it beating fast. It rings in your ears. 

"Is this one of your jokes?" you ask quietly. 

"Sweetheart," his warm laugh, "no. Of course not." 

You chance looking up and find him gazing straight at you, quickly averting your eyes back down to your legs. "I don't understand." 

"I'm sorry, it's not a very romantic way to ask, but – uh. I know you're a little… quiet. I thought it might be less pressure on you if I asked somewhere private." 

"You want to be my boyfriend?" you ask, more to yourself than him.

He crosses the yawning chasm between you with his ring-heavy hand, tentatively setting it down on your kneecap. 

"Is it really so surprising?" he asks, fingers spreading, rubbing a path up and down your thigh. Goosebumps rise in his wake.

You stare at his knuckles and feel weirdly far away. Then, after a moment of understanding has passed, a rush of heat spreads from his fingertips all the way to the tips of your ears. He chuckles like he can see it on your face, bringing his hand up to your chin. He takes it between his thumb and his forefinger, gently lifting your head to meet his eyes. 

You feel guilty at the nervous downturn of his lips. 

"Are you okay?" 

You nod, smile the best you can, squinting at him just slightly. He moves his hand in answer, fingers dragging across your face to underneath your ear, the tip of his thumb pressed into the corner of your mouth. 

"I have feelings for you. Multitudes. Too many," he says, tone inlaid with both humour and sincerity.

"Sirius," you chide. 

He rubs a slow semi-circle into your cheek. "Let me tell you? Just this time? I won't make you suffer it twice, I promise." 

You weigh your options. You nod. His grateful smile makes your chest hurt. 

"I really, really like you," he confesses, almost under his breath. His voice grows louder and more confident as he continues, "You're so funny, and lovely, and pretty; you're gorgeous, doll, I mean it." His eyelashes kiss as his expression softens. "I asked way too many people how they thought I should go about this." 

"What did they say?" you ask.

"A load of bollocks, mostly." 

You both laugh, and his smile grows wide and bright when you curl your fingers around his forearm, holding his hand against your face. Your knees crush playing cards as you shuffle incrementally closer, leaning into his touch. 

"I don't want to freak you out. We'll go slow. Nothing has to change between us.”

"Well, one thing does," you murmur. 

"What's that?" he asks curiously. 

"Gotta change my contact on your phone." 

He smirks, all at once his usual cocky self as he pulls his mobile out to flash the screen at you. A square photo of you, candid, smiling at the bouquet in your hands. The contact name is short and sweet. 

My baby 

"Still works, don't you think?" he asks, smug.

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THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE TROPE WILL REMAIN SUPERIOR AND GOOD LORD THIS WAS SO FREAKING PERFECT !! i am genuinely so amazed by this, it was so beautiful and i love how sirius never pushed the reader to open up to him, he just kinda ~vibed~ and they fell in love :(

HI! I reallly love your sirius black x reader arranged marriage. I wanted to ask for another where the reader is very traumatized from their abusive parents and Sirius's parents force him to marry her like the girl's family. They get married and on their wedding night when he speaks to her to say hello she passes out. Another day she wakes up from a nightmare screaming. He has to comfort her. He heals her scars. She begins to like him and he confesses his love for her. Change anything you like!

Husbands and fairy tales

Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary - When your life with your parents was enough problematic, you didn't dare expect your life to be a fairy tale but Sirius Black proved you wrong on every front.

Warnings - Trauma, mentions of knife, scars and food, shitty parents, nightmares, and yes. Please let me know if I left out anything!

A/N Ahhhhhh! Thank you soo much!!! I loved writing this fic and I'm quite proud of it too! And I had also skipped out the passing out part. Thank you! I hope you had a great time!

You took a shaky breath in, trying to calm your racing heart as the heat from the sun drew beads of sweat beneath the tight corset of your wedding dress. Perhaps it was the unbearable heat that made you feel like you were on the brink of losing your consciousness.

Your mother nudged you hard against your rib and you pulled on the convincing smile that had momentarily slipped from your face.

"I don't want you looking weak," she hissed through her gritted teeth as your father took your side, his face as blank as it could possibly get but you were sure he was more than happy to push you off his hands in return for the alliance from the most noble house of Black.

You swallowed thickly as you placed a hand on your father’s arm, trying not to wince as the rough fabric made contact against your gloved fingers, the open wounds beneath stinging your calloused palm.

The world caved into the young man's hand as your father held it against his. You had seen the oldest Black brother around Hogwarts, alive with mischief and laughter and yet, nobody would have believed it was the same boy before you as the two of you stayed amongst jealous looks, ugly glares and fake smiles.

Sirius' lips were pulled into a thin line as he held your hands delicately in his, almost afraid he would hurt them and you were glad for it but you wanted nothing more than to simply disappear without a hint or trace of a girl who longed to be held but was afraid of touch.

You had a smile throughout the time you tore a piece of yourself and placed it into the hands of the Black, a new shining piece that would carry the heir to the Black fortune and pose as the new Mrs Black for the world to see and fear. You couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you had run away in between and you knew the answer all too well, your father and mother would have hunted you down no matter where you hid, strip you raw of any self-respect and hear you scream till your last breath.

The smile on Walburga Black's face as she announced her daughter-in-law was unmistakable of pure calculation. You had dearly hoped she would say no to the marriage after seeing you but she was positive to have her wayward son married to you.

A new fear settled in you as you stood with your hand clasped in Black's. You were to spend the rest of your life with him and you had no idea how you were going to muddle through. A squeeze to your hand tumbled you to the verge of tears as the wounds in your hand brushed harshly against the fabric.

"It's okay," he leaned down to whisper against your ears and you were surprised at how soothing his voice was.

"I noticed you didn't eat much through dinner," Sirius said, holding an apple in his clasp as he entered his room late in the night after the grand dinner at the Grimmauld Place, the house where you'd spend the rest of your life.

"I don't usually eat a lot," you said, fiddling with your fingers as you ignored the rumbling in your stomach, "M-mother says it's not too good for your health." Damn your mother and her strict rules.

"Well, sometimes it's okay to be a rebel," he winked, passing you the apple, "And I know you are hungry."

Red clouded your vision and alarms blared in your mind. He was not supposed to be like this, he was not supposed to be nice to you. You had expected the man you would marry to be hostile, to not care about whether you’ve eaten or not, to never forget your presence until you did but Sirius proved you wrong in every aspect and you were terrified that this would all be an elaborate game for something bigger.

You were ashamed of yourself as you tried to resist the temptation to snatch it from his hand and devour it away, hoping nobody saw your act. It was as if Sirius knew what happened with you as you glared at the apple in his hand, held out for you to take.

To your utter surprise, he smiled, “You don't have to eat it if you don't want to,” He placed the apple on the bedside table, “I’ll just lay on the floor, you can take the bed.”

You wanted to say no, say that it would be alright for him to sleep next to you but the genuine look in his eyes and the hope in your heart fluttered as Sirius took a pillow and laid down on the floor right beside his bed.

“Good night,” He said, turning off the lamp.

You turned around in his bed, facing the empty walls as tears soaked your pillow. How was he so nonchalant of what happened? Sirius acted as if this was just another party he had been forced to attend and within seconds it would be over and you hated it. You wished you were like him but you were not him, you’d never be anything more than just a girl dancing to the beat of first her father and now her husband. Husband. Sirius Black was your husband.

Always expect the unexpected. A phrase that had been stuck in your head ever since the marriage was announced. Perhaps it provided you with a false sense of hope as your brain created situations where you were free, nothing holding you back from enjoying your life but the fantasies sprouted something new as Sirius Black crashed into your life, uninvited.

Sirius constantly managed to find stories to tell as you lay awake at night, he made little talks in the morning about the most random things and always recited his entire day as the two of you resigned to your disturbed sleep. He was there beside you when his mother lectured about your role in the family, staring at his mother stoically.

You treasured the way he had soothed your scarred hands a week after your marriage when you had flinched away from his touch. He had been so gentle and natural as if it was a ritual he had been doing forever.

Sorting out feelings was never something you liked. It brought tears to your eyes and wrenched the knife in your heart deeper and deeper, wiggling and making its presence known. So, you never tried and resorted to the mess to pull you deeper and deeper inside till it held control of you and it was no different with Sirius’ presence, it was just that you could trust him to make you smile when you knew you wouldn't be able to.

It was not supposed to happen that night. Nightmares were a companion of yours ever since your mother had berated your four-year-old self for turning at her doorstep, sobbing from the image of a clown. It had never died down but increased in the viciousness as you grew up. Each year, your fear grew and at times it was your mother and father with their wands aimed at you and in others you stood outside the Hogwarts with your scores showing a bright, red “F”.

“And Wally found Reggie with Kreacher again and that bloody prat would not listen to me,” Sirius rolled his eyes as he spoke of his day to you, sitting at the edge of the bed, “So, I had to intervene because at the end of the day, no matter how stupid he is, he just happens to be my brother.”

You chuckled, “Well, Regulus is a really kind boy and let him be.”

“I’m not asking him to not speak with his dear friend,” he snorted, “I’m merely requesting him to do it discreetly!”

“Not everybody is as talented as you, dear,” you said, smiling as he grinned. A yawn tore through his lips and he giggled as he looked at you. You looked at Sirius as if he was nothing that you expected of your husband and he knew you didn't regret it in the slightest bit.

“You should go sleep,” You offered, and Sirius was too exhausted from his row with his mother that he obliged your words like a command that would save his life. He grabbed his pillow and flopped onto his makeshift bed.

Sleep overtook him the instant his head hit the pillow and it was immediately snatched away as he heard a heart-rending scream. Sirius bolted awake to you tossing around in your bed, pushing at the blankets and tugging at your nightgown.

He rushed to your side, albeit having no idea what to do, Sirius held your shivering form, and whispered into your ears, "It's going to be okay." Over and over again in your ears till he hoped it would engrave in your mind and stop you from writhing in his arms.

The loud sobs wrenched out of your throat in a suppressed wheeze that rendered Sirius out of his mind as he held you close to his chest, running a hand through your hair. It took him a second to wrap his head around the situation. You were having a nightmare and you feared that your mother would hear your screams.

With a cracked heart, Sirius whispered, "Let go, darling. It's just us here." And you did.

He had no sense of the time flowing as he sat on his bed, rocking you till the sobs died down to silent sniffs while he tried to ignore the ugly wave of nostalgia that followed.

"I'm sorry," you whispered into his chest and the crack in his heart furthered as he heard how raw your voice was.

"It's alright, darling. I'm right here," Sirius placed a long kiss on the top of your head, "what happened?"

You shook your head in the crook of his neck, holding onto his shirt as you tried to catch your breath.

"Just lay back down, alright?" Sirius gently pushed you to lay on your back, afraid he would scare you.

"It's okay, my love," He pushed the hair on your forehead away and wiped your tears, "I'm right here," he clasped your hand tightly in his, "It's okay."

"Speak to me, Sirius," your voice cracked as you uttered his name, shattering his heart, "It hurts."

"It's going to be okay, my love," he wove his fingers through your hair, "I'm not gonna let anything harm you. I promise. Nobody is going to get to you past me."

You squeezed his hand, and whispered low enough that Sirius wouldn't have heard if the night hadn't been so dead silent, "Please don't let go."

"I'm never gonna let go," he didn't know how he managed to get the words out as he stared into your beautiful eyes, shining as the moonlight caught the tears in your eyes making them resemble diamonds.

As your eyes fluttered close, Sirius risked the delicacy of the situation and whispered without another thought, "I love you, my love."

You thought you imagined as Sirius' voice pulled you away from the never-ending void filled with atrocities that scarred you and into his arms. It was too unrealistic, a fairy tale if anything and you were certain it was the tricks of your mind as he whispered those words that echoed in your ears as you woke the next morning, curled into his chest.

Sirius looked divine as the childless of the morning wrapped the two of you in a warm embrace. You craved to run your finger through his smooth jaw, brush over his hair and place a kiss on his forehead but the fear in you held your hand to his chest.

His eyes fluttered and within seconds they shot up open, finding yours immediately. Sirius smiled, "You alright?"

You hummed, "I'm fine."

"You were really shaken up last night," Sirius said, and you were surprised he still had his arm around you.

"I'm sorry for that," you looked away, the temptation to hide your face into his chest overpowered you.

You had to ask him about it. Ask him if he said anything the night before, if he meant anything or if you were simply daydreaming. As if he could hear your exact thoughts, he said, "I-Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Bits and pieces,"

"Oh,"

"But I do remember something," you could see his ears perking up, "I heard someone say something."

Sirius sighed as his fingers played with a strand of your hair while his eyes bored deeper into yours and he blurted, "I love you."

The world stopped spinning. He loved you. You were not daydreaming. Sirius Black loved you. Your husband loved you. The desire to give in to the doubt clouded your mind but his words echoed in your ears again and the world spun rapidly.

"I love you too," you whispered against his lips, cautious enough to not let them be lost in the air, as you sealed your confession with a kiss to his lips.

It was going to be okay. Your husband will make it okay.

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ANGSTY LOVE CONFESSION IN THE RAIN MY BELOVED

rainy days | s.b.

sirius black x fem!reader

warnings: cheesy and fluffy, angst to fluff, good old friends to lovers, crying, lots of dialogue, y/n being stupid <3 (~1.5k words)

a/n also repost of an old fic! wrote this on a rainy rainy day. not well edited and written like over eight months ago lol hope you still like it:) tagging some people who might wanna see this? @peppers-analytics @sabstfu @arithmqncy @biderboy @o-rion-sta-r

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i thought this was going to have a nice ending 🤡🤡

James and Y/n Potter were the so-called leaders of the group. The twins were a dynamic duo and didn’t do anything without the other. Sirius Black had joined them in first year after barging into their compartment unannounced on the Hogwarts Express. They later met two shy boys who went by Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew after the sorting.

🥺 i love them so so much <//3

Sirius had silky smooth, dark brown - almost black - hair that when grown long enough curled at the ends. His eyes were a stormy grey, but some days could appear a stone color.

The competition happened in their fourth year, and it was open to everyone of all ages. Sirius had watched in fear while Regulus placed his name inside of the cup while gripping Y/n’s hand tightly. She had assured him many times that everything would be okay. Sirius couldn’t bring himself to place his name inside, but James and Y/n could.

NO BECAUSE WHY DO THEY KEEP ALLOWING THIS 🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊

“Siri, it’s okay, I promise.” Y/n assured, and Sirius shook his head, “What- What if you get chosen? What am I gonna do?”

he didn't deserve to lose somebody else 🥺😭 it's not fair

It was so low barely anyone heard, but it made Y/n stop in her tracks, “Y/n Potter!” The Professor exclaimed again.

😶 i'm just going to ... leave.

“No! I won't let you take her from me!” Sirius bellowed as tears finally streamed down his cheeks, “This isn’t fair! There’s only supposed to be three!”

😭😭😭😭😭😭 STOP NO I CANT MY LOVE HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER

Sirius didn’t respond but pulled her closer to him. Y/n took it as an invitation to lay with him. She opened the blanket and laid with her back to his chest. Sirius hummed and placed his arms around her waist, holding her to his back. Y/n allowed one of her hands to put on top of Sirius’ on her abdomen, rubbing them softly.

When Valorie got distracted by a noise, Y/n made a run for it straight forward. She was bent over, out of breath, when she looked ahead and saw it. The glowing blue cup at the end of the trail. With her last bit of strength, she ran towards it to only find Alexandrine Fabien at the cup and seemingly at the same time.

that stupid fucking maze 😔. well at least alex won </3

A silent curse was thrown her way in a green light Y/n’s body went limp to the ground. Alexandrine screamed at it, now shaking in her boots as she was face to face with this monster. The man in the black cloak approached Alex slowly, drawling on every step. She held her wand out shakily, but the man just put her arm down.

i am TIRED of the potter's getting the worst of it all. i am so sad now, help.

Headmaster Dumbledore saw Y/n’s limp body and ordered everyone to stay back. But no one could’ve stopped James Potter from running to his sister. He was tripping over everyone without apologies, and no one could hold him back. Professor McGonagall tried to hold him back, but he squirmed out of her arms until he had his sister's head tight to his chest.

After the event, Dumbledore had spoken to Alexandrine, James, and Sirius. Dumbledore explained to the boys what had happened, and James broke down in tears again. Sirius was numb after the whole affair. He had just lost his soulmate, his everything. Sirius had been sulking behind a tapestry when Regulus had come to sit beside him. The first time they had interacted since Sirius got sorted into Gryffindor.

well i just got my heart broken- so let me just go read some fluff now :')

Fame & Glory | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Potter!Reader

Summary: Y/n Potter goes through the Triwizard Tournament.

Word Count: 3.4K

Every couple of years, Hogwarts hosts the Triwizard Tournament. An event in which three wizards from the neighboring schools - Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts - compete against each other in a variety of three different challenges. There would be one winner and one person from each school.

These three people compete in complex challenges to surpass to the next one. Whoever wins, in the end, gains the Triwizard Cup and an immense amount of glory. It was for these reasons that a group of five mischief-makers were intrigued. They called themselves the Marauders.

James and Y/n Potter were the so-called leaders of the group. The twins were a dynamic duo and didn’t do anything without the other. Sirius Black had joined them in first year after barging into their compartment unannounced on the Hogwarts Express. They later met two shy boys who went by Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew after the sorting.

James sported circular glasses, had unruly brown tuffs and hazel irises. Y/n had h/c hair and glorious e/c eyes. Sirius had silky smooth, dark brown - almost black - hair that when grown long enough curled at the ends. His eyes were a stormy grey, but some days could appear a stone color. Remus was lanky and had his messy fringe of sandy blond hair. His eyes were a beautiful fern color thought. Peter Pettigrew was stocky. He had blonde hair and blue eyes.

Nonetheless, they all loved a challenge.

The competition happened in their fourth year, and it was open to everyone of all ages. Sirius had watched in fear while Regulus placed his name inside of the cup while gripping Y/n’s hand tightly. She had assured him many times that everything would be okay. Sirius couldn’t bring himself to place his name inside, but James and Y/n could.

Both of them had placed their names in at the same time. It undoubtedly worried Sirius to no end. His girlfriend was putting her life at risk, for what - glory? She already had glory. The Potters were one of the most respected pureblood Gryffindor families in all of London, just as the Noble House of Black was the same but for Slytherin.

A week later, they were all sat on the perimeter of the Great Hall. A substantial rectangular room, its length longer than its width but huge, nonetheless. The ceiling was always charmed with the current outside sky, and not to mention it was a rather tall ceiling - three yards, one would guess. The floor was concrete, and the tables were made out of dark wood, four of them for each Hogwarts house.

However, they all were dismantled into tiny bleachers sat on the perimeter. There were three levels, and the Marauders sat on the left side of the room, watching as everyone filed in. Sirius had a death grip on Y/n’s hand. She could feel his palm become sweaty with anxiousness, and she swore he was going to explode soon.

“Siri, it’s okay, I promise.” Y/n assured, and Sirius shook his head, “What- What if you get chosen? What am I gonna do?”

Y/n smirked, “You’re gonna watch me win.”

“Not if I get picked,” James tutted, “Then I’ll watch you lose.”

Remus sighed, shaking his head with a smile on his face. The two twins had always made everything a competition, highest marks, getting essays done faster, Quidditch, everything was a competition with the Potters. Moments later, Dumbledore had stepped onto the platform holding the Cup as he began his speech reiterating everything in his previous speech.

He called for silence, and they watched as the blue flame turned red, releasing a bit of parchment with the name, “The member from Durmstrang compete it in the Triwizard Tournament is Drago Bozhidarvo!”

Men yelled as a boy with golden locks and hazel eyes stepped forward. He was tall but muscular. Y/n assumed he was a sixth or seventh year. She couldn’t quite tell entirely. He screamed charisma and charm. The perfect prince girls dreamed of. Y/n wasn’t enamored. She had her Prince, a mischief-maker like herself, a daredevil. He was anything but a rule follower.

Another name had been released from the red flame, “The member from Beauxbatons compete it in the Triwizard Tournament is Alexandrine Fabien!”

A sequel of squeals followed as a rather petite woman stepped forward. She appeared to be young, possibly a third year. But she had beautiful, glossy long brown hair and cobalt eyes that gleamed in the low light of the Great Hall. Many of the boys swooned over her. James almost snorted - she was nothing compared to his Lily.

Finally, the last name spewed out from the cup, “And finally, the last member from Hogwarts compete it in the Triwizard Tournament is Valorie Holland!”

A Slytherin female - go figure. Valorie was the definition of a Slytherin. She was cunning, ambitious, and desperate to prove herself better than others. She was a half-blood, which drove her to show her other colleagues she was just like them. Her hair was chocolate brown, and she had eyes to match. She was a taller girl who was in her fifth year. Her Slytherin friends shouted and whistled for her as she hesitantly went with the other winners.

Sirius had allowed himself a breath of relief Y/n, Regulus, and James were safe from the tournament. Dumbledore continued to speak until something stopped him in his tracks. The once blue flame had turned red once more; another piece of burnt parchment rose from the fire. Dumbledore caught it without a worry and read the handwriting on it.

“Y/n Potter…”

It was so low barely anyone heard, but it made Y/n stop in her tracks, “Y/n Potter!” The Professor exclaimed again.

James froze in his spot, and Sirius felt like he was going to sob, “Blimey, Y/n go.” Remus pushed her forward, and she stood.

Hesitantly she walked toward Professor Dumbledore, and he gave her a look of suspicion. Sirius was struggling to withhold his tears. James was too busy being frozen even to try to comfort his friend. Remus was trying, but it was no use. Regulus was staring at his older brother from across the room in shock. Despite everything, Regulus quite liked Y/n.

“No!” Sirius croaked, “You can’t take her!”

“Mr. Black-“ McGonagall tried.

“No! I won't let you take her from me!” Sirius bellowed as tears finally streamed down his cheeks, “This isn’t fair! There’s only supposed to be three!”

McGonagall sighed, “Mr. Black, it is best you calm down. Everything will be handled in due time.”

Remus nodded, “We understand, Professor McGonagall. Don’t we, Sirius?”

Sirius didn’t answer, but that didn’t matter. It was evident that the headmaster of both schools were furious that Hogwarts had two people. They all went down to the four champions, and Dumbledore held a wand to Y/n’s neck.

“How did you do it?”

“P- Pardon me, sir?”

Dumbledores eyes narrowed, “How did you make your name come out?”

“I didn’t!” Y/n whined, “I promise!“

McGonagall placed a hand on Dumbledores shoulder, “She mustn’t have done it. Leave her be, Professor.”

The wand held to her throat was withdrawn, yet she stood there frozen like an ice statue, shivering with anxiety. Y/n took steps toward the other contestants giving her glares. The hardest one coming from the female Slytherin upset that Y/n had taken her glory.

It was a quiet walk back to the Gryffindor tower. Prefects had already gone to bed, and it was silent other than Y/n’s shoes clicking on the floor. The halls were dark and only lit with moonlight. When she walked into the Gryffindor common room, she saw a figure lying on the couch with a blanket around them.

She knelt beside them. Dark brown tuffs stuck out on the pillow and pale white skin contrasted. Their cheeks were flushed just barely, and dry silver streaks were left on their cheeks. Lips were swollen just the tiniest bit but still noticeable. Gently, Y/n kissed their forehead cause them to stir awake.

“Y/n…” His voice was creaky and hoarse, but it made her smile, “Hey, Siri.”

Sirius didn’t respond but pulled her closer to him. Y/n took it as an invitation to lay with him. She opened the blanket and laid with her back to his chest. Sirius hummed and placed his arms around her waist, holding her to his back. Y/n allowed one of her hands to put on top of Sirius’ on her abdomen, rubbing them softly.

“Love you.” Sirius muttered, overcoming with sleep but placed a kiss on her shoulder.

“Love you too, darling.”

They both fell asleep together on the common room couch. It was a dreamless sleep for them both, which was uncommon for Sirius. Typically some form of nightmare would haunt him in the night, but with Y/n held tightly against him - he felt safe. The following morning they woke up to someone sitting on them. Sirius groaned and tried to push them off, but to no avail.

“C’mon, lovebirds, wake up!” James’ voice echoed.

“Merlin, James.” Y/n rubbed her eyes, “You’re heavy.”

James feigned offense, “How dare you! I am as light as a feather.”

Sirius snorted, “Whatever you say, mate.”

“Could you get off us, please?” Y/n queried, “I’d rather you not break my hip.”

James hopped off them both, and they both sat up, “Then you could match Moony!”

Remus threw his copy of the Daily Prophet at him making James rub the top of his head, “Ow!”

“I’m hungry.” Peter announced, “Let’s go.”

Business went as usual for the next couple of weeks until the first task appeared. Each contestant was to go against a dragon who was given a golden egg to protect. It was a long couple of hours while the others went before Y/n. She could hear the people in the stands, along with the other contestants fighting their dragon.

Y/n stepped out of the tiny cave and saw the colossal creature patrolling the egg. It was a dark purple color, almost plum with brilliant green eyes. The beast itself was huge it’s wingspan was way over just a couple hundred feet. The body was just as long. Y/n swallowed as she approached it quietly.

Truth be told, she didn’t have a strategy. All she had was her wand and her mind. Dragons were territorial of what they were given, so Y/n supposed that I’d they were given something else to protect that could forget all about the original item. Her dragon finally noticed her and began to chase her around the arena.

She began to run and jump over the stones on the ground. They were extraordinarily uneven, and at one point, she slipped. Her back landed extremely hard on the concrete, knocking the wind out of her. It took her two minutes to recover and allow air into her lungs. Sweat was pouring from her face, and she was breathing heavily.

Y/n kept running and jumping over cracks until she had enough time to conjure a spell. Pointing her wand at one of the rocks, she muttered an incantation to transfigure it into another egg, similar to the other, just without as much shine. Instantly the dragon took to it, nuzzling its nose with the plastic material.

Quietly but hastily, Y/n took the original golden egg while the dragon fascinated the other new object. People in the arena screamed and cheered for her now that she held up the golden egg. Professor Dumbledore sent a spell to make the dragon sleep, allowing her an easy exit to the little cave she had entered through.

That night the Gryffindor common room partied hard. James was always known for making extravagant parties. People were overjoyed with Y/n’s success on the first task, but when she opened the egg, it screamed. She was quick to close it again, and the party still went on.

It was extremely late when they all decided to go to bed. Sirius and Y/n curled up on his twin bed. James was snoring loudly. Remus was tossing and turning. Peter was sleeping like a rock. Y/n held Sirius close to her chest, letting her more petite body engulf him. Sirius allowed the tension from his body to slip away and just be consumed in the way he felt against his girlfriend.

Weeks later, in the winter months, the second task was due. Remus had figured out the egg ages before Y/n decided to even think about it. He had told her to submerge it into the water, where she found the second clue. The Marauders all sat in the dorm talking about particular strategies which, in the end, Y/n would drink a water-breathing potion brewed by Sirius.

He had just handed over the Potion when a knock echoed in the dorm, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah!”

Frank Longbottom entered the dorm - Head Boy, “McGonagall needs Sirius Black in her office.”

James gave a low whistle, “What’d you do now?”

“Dunno.” Sirius shrugged.

Leaning down, he kissed Y/n on the cheek before leaving the dorm. She tried to stay up and wait for him to return, but she fell asleep. When Y/n woke up, Sirius was still missing from the dorm. It gave her a weird feeling in her chest as she walked down to the Black Lake for the second tournament. She stood at the edge of the wooden platform in the middle of the lake, holding the potion in her hand.

They began to count down, and she swallowed the potion whole. Then Y/n jumped into the lake. It was freezing cold, but thankfully she could breathe out of her nose. Y/n swam around the lake until she heard murmuring. She approached the sound and found four people tied to the bottom of the lake sleeping. One of them was Sirius. Quickly Y/n shot out and grabbed her wand, tearing him from the bottom of the lake.

Y/n grabbed onto Sirius and began to swim up when eventually they hit the surface. Sirius coughed up water, and they both swam to the wooden platform where James was holding towels for them both. James wrapped them both up in towels, and Sirius was pushing back his sopping black hair back.

It resulted in Y/n winning the second task. Sirius had congratulated her with a long kiss on the mouth full of passion that made James gag. Within the next couple of months, the third task would be approaching. In the last month before school, the third task would be completed. It was a giant maze made from bushes at least thirty feet tall and magical creatures inside that made Y/n shiver.

Before the task, James took her in for a tight embrace, “You gotta win this, okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded, “I got this. I’m a Potter. I can do this.”

James smiled, “That’s my sister.”

He kissed her on the forehead before Sirius tackled her into a hug, “You’re gonna do great.”

“Thanks, Siri.”

“Just be careful,” Sirius reeled back to look at her eyes, “This is extremely dangerous, and I dunno what I’ll do if something happens to you.”

Y/n kissed his cheek, “I’ll be fine.”

Finally, Remus and Peter gave her a hug wishing her good luck. She smiled gratefully at them and stood at her entrance of the maze. Since Y/n was in first place, she got a head start. The maze closed up almost immediately after entering, making her insides churn together unpleasantly—Y/n’s wand at the ready as she went through the maze.

It felt like hours of left and right, up and down. But eventually, a curse was thrown at her making Y/n jump back. There she saw Valorie Holland - the Slytherin contestant. Her eyes were glazed with something unfamiliar, but she didn’t have time to contemplate. Valorie threw curses at her left and right while Y/n had to block them all.

When Valorie got distracted by a noise, Y/n made a run for it straight forward. She was bent over, out of breath, when she looked ahead and saw it. The glowing blue cup at the end of the trail. With her last bit of strength, she ran towards it to only find Alexandrine Fabien at the cup and seemingly at the same time.

“You get it. I’ve won everything else.” Y/n confessed, but Alexandrine had a look of guilt on her face.

“That wouldn’t be fair.”

“I don’t need glory or fame,” Y/n retorted, “My family has enough of it.”

Alex looked contradicted, “Together, then?”

“Together.” Y/n agreed.

They both placed their hands on the cup but ended up somewhere else. It seemed to be in the middle of a plain. Y/n could tell they were in London from the sticky, humid air. The same air she and James played Quidditch in over the summers. Alex and Y/n turned at the sound of a voice.

“Y/n Potter, is it?”

Y/n shivered at the deep, rumbling voice, “So you’re the famous Potter in the prophecy.”

“Prophecy?” Y/n questioned, “Those- Those aren’t real.”

She could feel his chuckle before she heard it, “But they are, sweetheart. And you,” He appeared from the woods, “Are a threat to my mission.”

“Mission?” Alex sent Y/n a worried glance, “What’s your mission?”

“No need for information.” He replied calmly, “I gave you as much as you need.”

A silent curse was thrown her way in a green light Y/n’s body went limp to the ground. Alexandrine screamed at it, now shaking in her boots as she was face to face with this monster. The man in the black cloak approached Alex slowly, drawling on every step. She held her wand out shakily, but the man just put her arm down.

“I have a job for you.”

“A job?”

“Take Potter back to Hogwarts,” The man ordered, “Tell them that Voldemort is here to claim what’s rightfully his.”

Alexandrine didn’t question his orders. Instead, she took Y/n’s cold hand and accio’ed the cup to her. The cup - now known as a portkey - took them back to Hogwarts in the middle of the arena where they had started. People were cheering for the Hogwarts and Beauxbatons champion. Until they saw tears fall from Alexandrines cobalt eyes, her knees buckled, and she fell beside Y/n’s limp body.

Headmaster Dumbledore saw Y/n’s limp body and ordered everyone to stay back. But no one could’ve stopped James Potter from running to his sister. He was tripping over everyone without apologies, and no one could hold him back. Professor McGonagall tried to hold him back, but he squirmed out of her arms until he had his sister's head tight to his chest.

“Y/n…” James pleaded, “Wake up!”

Everyone went silent as James cried, “This isn’t funny anymore!”

James looked to the crowd, “She’s- She's just playing a prank on us.”

Sirius stared at James’ face, a mixture of grief and tears, “Sirius, she’s- she’s just playing, right? You guys- you guys must’ve planned this!”

“Mate…” Sirius muttered, trying to hold back his tears, “We- We didn’t plan anything.”

It hit Sirius at that point. Wet streaks were falling down his cheeks as he approached Y/n’s body as well. Her once hot body was now ice cold. Sirius could remember drinking up her body heat that past winter in front of the fire because he always ran colder than usual. His heart was beating so fast he thought he might faint.

James was sobbing uncontrollably, and no one could pull either boy away from the dead girl. Sirius was nosing at her neck like a dog searching for a pulse. James was holding tight onto her hand that was below freezing. Alexandrine was sobbing hysterically as her headmaster turned her away from the sight.

After the event, Dumbledore had spoken to Alexandrine, James, and Sirius. Dumbledore explained to the boys what had happened, and James broke down in tears again. Sirius was numb after the whole affair. He had just lost his soulmate, his everything. Sirius had been sulking behind a tapestry when Regulus had come to sit beside him. The first time they had interacted since Sirius got sorted into Gryffindor.

James began to keep her legacy going of helping others. The pranks had stopped completely, and he began to protect every first year from curses being thrown at them. Lily saw James’ protectiveness and his kindness. During fifth year Lily gave him a chance, and they worked beautifully together.

The Potters did earn their fame and glory, just not for the right reasons.

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OH MY GOD I LOVE MISTLETOE KISSES SO MUCH theyre so romantic and sweet i'm in love with this

MISTLETOE'S DOING.

PAIRING sirius black x gn!reader. WARNINGS reader swears like once, idk both sirius and reader are idiots in love take this as it is. GENRE fluff & i guess friends to lovers? WC 545 words. A/N requested by anon! i don't really like this one if im being honest it's not one of my best works but i still hope u enjoy it lmao (reblog if you can<3)

prompt #24: “how mad would you be if i kissed you?”

permanent taglist: @https-loverboy-com @kimsohn @fleurated @seung-scrittore (pls tell me if u wanna be in my perm tag list, or don't wanna be in it anymore!)

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A SNOW DAY IN HOGWARTS WAS ALWAYS FUN, it's become a habit—or at least, in other words, a tradition—for both you and Sirius to spend your days out, enjoying the snow and the cold air that passed by them with a smile and a friendly wave. Many might not agree with you, you even didn't agree with that either at first, but Sirius somehow always made it fun, making you forgetting about the ridiculously cold weather.

This was one of those snow days, but today, you were waiting for Sirius in the courtyard, as he had promised to take you to Hogsmeade. He was running extremely late, as usual. Maybe it was your fault for thinking that he'd actually arrive on time, not like the other times where he left you freezing out side, you were beginning to feel really cold.

Was it your feelings for the Black boy that made you not mind it much? Maybe. You never knew how hard you'd fall for said boy, until one snowy day, where you two spent it like any other, but it felt different for you. A little more magical than usual, perhaps it might have been the butterflies in your stomach, or that heat that covered your cheeks, all you could think about was him.

"I'm here, I'm here!" The voice that you could always recognize in less than a second snapped out of your thoughts, making you look to your left where he instantly came running in.

"So what's your excuse for today Sirius?" You asked teasingly, watching him trying to recollect himself while breathing heavily.

"Well, some Slytherins got mad at me earlier and were chasing me down for a prank I pulled on them. Y'know, the usual." he shrugged, then noticed you tilting your head at him in a disappointed manner, he sighed. "C'mon! It was a good prank, love."

"Whatever you say," you replied, rolling your eyes. "Let's go now, I'm bored and I was out here waiting for you, it's freezing."

The two of you walked, or more like you led the way while Sirius walked behind you like a little puppy. After a few seconds of unusual silence, you noticed that you couldn't feel Sirius' presence from behind you. Turning around to see him stand beneath a tree, you groaned and made your way towards him.

"What now?"

You got nothing but silence in response, and a small teasing smile on Sirius' face, by now, you were starting to fear the most. "Okay, what did you do?"

"Look up," he simply responded.

You looked up and found a small mistletoe forming above the both of you, you sighed and looked back at Sirius, as a similar smile started forming on your face, "you're behind this, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he shrugged, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips, “how mad would you be if i kissed you?”

Your breath caught in your throat, trying to find the words to give him an answer, but instead, you asked, "right now?"

"Yes, right now."

"I'd be pretty fucking angry," the smile on your face only grew bigger, it gave Sirius the message that he needed as he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you softly under the mistletoe.

[loverspidey]

Closer, closer, he thought, almost jealous of the way the sunlight touched her, kissing every inch of her skin.

this is like two lines but, god. i am so obsessed with this 😭😭

Summertime, And The Livin’s Easy

Summer heat and a day at the beach with Sirius

NOTES: I couldn't stop thinking about this ask so I wrote something quick :D [used she/her pronouns]

Cornwall was beautiful, a majestic blend of beige and white sand that met the blue sky and shoreline. Gentle waves crashed against the edged rocks as Sirius walked towards the water, feeling the mist from the salty beach. The sand was soft, heated, moulding itself around his feet and he heard the little seashells in his pockets click and rattle together with grains of sand sticking to him.

Near the shoreline, Y/N’s hands broke the barrier of the water, emerging with her hands outstretched. The sun shined down as she looked up to him, embracing the sunlight that highlighted her features and water cascading down her body. Sirius felt his heart warm in content, beating two beats faster than normal as the light cast a halo around the crown of her head, shimmering around.

Her eyes were bright, captivating, locking him in place, and with a wave and a sweet smile that beckoned him, Sirius couldn't help but rush to the water without hesitation.

He tackled her, feeling the water and bubbles rush to surround them from the impact. Without opening his eyes, his hand found the back of her neck, drawing her in close to press a kiss to her lips before pushing up to the surface for oxygen again.

Closer, closer, he thought, almost jealous of the way the sunlight touched her, kissing every inch of her skin.

For a boy who was rumoured to have been craved from stone, a curse — the Black family title hanging above his head — Sirius touched her as if he were the sun, the sparkling water and became the sand that moulding itself around them.

[loverspidey]

OWJWHZGUHSW 😵💫😵💫😵💫

After Hogwarts, Lily and James moved in together and Remus found a peaceful cottage tucked away in the woods. With the rest of your friends settled down, you spent months in search of the perfect place to live. 

they're most definitely the time of people to get a cottage and honestly ... me too, i want one

Even though you hadn’t expected to find yourself here, you were more than happy in your current situation. The friendship between yourself and Sirius had blossomed into something beautiful, and you couldn’t imagine being without his constant presence.

for some reason i just know that, he would be the loveliest person to live with like be would just be so kind and considerate and pls he would probably bring you breakfast to bed 🙄🙄

Sirius had been waiting in the living room, glass of wine in hand and smirk pulling at his lips. His feet were propped on the coffee table, free hand idly tapping his thigh as if he had nothing better to do than gossip about his old classmates and their idiosyncrasies. At the sound of the front door opening, he turned to greet you with a sly grin.

i just love how he was waiting to hear another shitty date story- i'm living for it 😋😋

“Neither did I,” you huffed, falling next to him on the sofa. “He brought them to the restaurant and tried to prank the waiter.”

BDIAIZIAOAJ,HA BEATLES HELP

“I’ve got it. You should just date me.”

😫😫😫 I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH YES KING

“You want to take me on a date?” you asked dubiously, intertwining your fingers with his, finding comfort in the way your hands fit together so well. 

🥺🦋 🦋 the comfort, i'm so in love

Roommates (Sirius Black) 

Word Count: 1.0k

Summary: Your roommate Sirius is tired of hearing about your terrible first dates. What if he knew how to solve your problem?

Notes: No major warnings, mentions of drinking wine. No reader pronouns, but reader wears feminine clothing. Super sweet ending!

Being Sirius Black’s roommate wasn’t something you had planned. 

After Hogwarts, Lily and James moved in together and Remus found a peaceful cottage tucked away in the woods. With the rest of your friends settled down, you spent months in search of the perfect place to live. 

What you found was the spare bedroom of Sirius’ luxurious flat. He had offered you the room at an unbelievably low rate, claiming that your company was more than enough payment for your stay.

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[loverspidey]

The moonlight dances slowly over your knuckles as you turn them this way and that, a soft smile touching your lips as the thrill of sitting on the edge coursed through you with every childish swing of the leg. Feeling as if you were left behind in this moment. 

this is definitely one of the most beautifully written fics i've read in a long time. i'm obsessed with the way the setting is described, i can't get enough

He places one hand on your waist and another in your other hand, extending it to the side as you touch his shoulder, albeit a bit nervous.

The moonlight softly brightens the dark room as he pulls you close.

“What about music?” You whisper, pursing your lips at the wild look in his eyes.

“The music is the pounding of our feet.” was his only answer before he flashes you a boyish grin, the only warning you got before he swept you into the dance.

the fact that i don't have this is actually aggravating

As the dance wears on, you frown a little, gripping Sirius’ shoulder tightly. You shake your head and smile away his concerned look, pulling him into another step, making him bark with laughter.

☹☹☹ i need this. he's the reason why my expectations are OFF THE CHARTS

3.03am ~ sirius black

a/n: wrote it in like 40 minutes in a spur of the moment - probs sucks

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[loverspidey]

this concept OH MY GOD?????

this is like my new favorite au i- it's like hot chocolate in a fic. that level of perfection.

also him?? using?? the reader's giggle?? yes. yes ma'am. i LOVE THAT IDEA I LIVE FOR SONGS WITH THAT i dont think any other concepts will reach the level of love i have for this , it was written so perfectly

rockstar!sirius would 100% use your voice as an intro/outro to his song. whether it be a voicemail or just some stupid shit he got you saying on camera

oh dear anon, i love you...

i daydream about this all the time with my singer crushes <3

i have multiple versions for this, so pick your favourite hehe

it's the first time you said "i love you." first months on your relationship, he's recording their latest album and super busy. he opens his phone while on a break to come across a voicemail from you. a silly grin formes on his face which catches james and remus' attention towards him. "oh, hey." he can feel the nervousness on your voice. "how are you? oh — it's a voicemail. silly me." you breath sucks on your teeth with a sniggle as you stop for a second. "i was wondering that — if you like to of course, uhm — do you wanna hang out tonight? ouch!" a crushing voice from the background stops you. "uh, what was i saying? yeah, i heard a lot about this new chinese restaurant, maybe we can try? but i totally understand if you're tired, we don't have to hang out all the time after all. anyway, i hope you're doing well, i love you." the mail ends with the sound of your hand clapping your mouth and sirius' cheeks glow red as the corners of his mouth reaches to his ears. remus tsks, turning to james. "who would know famous sirius black turnes into a big heart-shaped pink mush when he's in love?" (or maybe he hides this voicemail to himself ykwim:))

or it's just a silly conversation between you two, like the time he bought you a gift for your birthday; "woah, sirius. it's huge." "darlin," he chuckles pompously, "we're in public." "i meant the ring, you horrendous idiot!"

or its your giggle. just that. for whole 5 seconds, nothing more. maybe you're laughing at a joke or a flirtatious comment he made about you (no matter how long you were together, he always manages to make you giggle and blush at his flirts.). he doesn't remember it exactly and he doesn't care. he just knows that's his favorite sound in the world and he wants to share it with everyone.

i got excited with this ask loll. i might have some typos, so just lmk if you notice any ^3^

[loverspidey]

Marlene smiled mischievously, throwing some snow Y/N’s way. “Wasn’t our little Y/n/n in charge of the head?” she teased “What a coincidence it looks exactly like her lover boy!”

😭😭😭 NOT IT LOOKING LIKE SIRIUS

“Or you could snog me instead” a voice behind her spoke.

😳😳😳 i mean.... do it then 😙

“Enough” he said, kissing her forehead “And for the record, I fancy the hell out of you as well”

the forehead kiss 🥺

Snowman

(Christmas Event Masterlist), (Main Masterlist)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I have nothing to say, I have no idea why I put this note

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Y/N, Marlene and Lily gathered together to admire their creation. It was a tall snowman, magically altered to look perfect. Well, almost perfect in Marlene’s opinion.

“There is something off about it” she said “those pebbles w used for the eyes, and that weird shaped carrot for the nose…it looks like Sirius”

Lily let out a loud laugh. “Merlin you’re right! and the smile is so similar…”

Marlene smiled mischievously, throwing some snow Y/N’s way. “Wasn’t our little Y/n/n in charge of the head?” she teased “What a coincidence it looks exactly like her lover boy!”

She threw snow back at Marlene. “It doesn’t look like Sirius” she complained.

“Why do you think so?” Marlene insisted “Is it because his eyes are much brighter? Or because his nose is straighter?”

“Marls, dear, you are wrong” Lily said, her teasing tone indicating she was not about to aid Y/N “It’s obviously because snow cannot imitate the elegant sharpness of his cheekbones”

“You are right” she laughed “I forgot Y/n/n was swooning about those”

“No, it has nothing to do with his cheekbones” she shot back

“Are you going to deny you fancy the pants out of Sirius?”

She breathed. She wasn’t going to do that, but she didn’t appreciate her friends listing a bunch of physical attributes and completely missing what she loved the most.

“I won’t” she confessed “I fancy him. A lot. But not because of his eyes, or his facial structure. I fancy him because he is nice and funny; and smart, and loyal. I don’t think the snowman looks like him because it’s crazy to find similarities between the coldness of the snow and the warmth of his personality”

“Wow” Lily said “That sounded a lot like a declaration of love”

“Maybe it was” Y/N whispered

“Too bad your prince charming wasn’t here to hear it and snog the life out of you” Marlene added.

She laughed. “Well, at least the snowman heard it. Maybe I can snog it”

Lily chuckled and threw a snowball at her. Y/N shrieked playfully hiding behind the snowman.

“Oh, protect me my prince!” she dramatized.

“If it protects you then you should definitely snog it” Marlene joked

“Or you could snog me instead” a voice behind her spoke.

She turned, only to come face to face with Sirius Black.

Lily took Marlene by the arm and dragged her away, leaving the pair alone.

“I promise I’m much warmer than a snowman” he said “But you already knew that”

“How much of me making a fool out of myself did you witness?”.

“Enough” he said, kissing her forehead “And for the record, I fancy the hell out of you as well”

[loverspidey]

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MY HEART BROKE INTO PIECES AND THEN GOT FIXED WHAT THIS IS A MASTERPIECE PUT THIS IN A MUSEUM GIVE IT A NOBEL PRIZE A PULITZER OH MY GOD I'M CRYING

My Everything | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: When five marauders goes to two within the instance of a day. Two children are left without fathers and a wife is left without a husband.

Request: Sirius Black x Wife!reader reuniting and she’s Remus sister

A/N: My first Harry Potter request. I got so excited to see this in my inbox and I hope it isn’t the last :)

Perhaps it was the feeling of betrayal she felt when he was finally gone. The fact that everything he’d ever said was a lie. She couldn’t help but think maybe his vows were a lie too. The five Marauders were now two. Only two left. How did this even happen? 

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[loverspidey]

oh i- wow. this was truly so perfect, i'm in awe. this concept for sirius is so lovely.

“I would have been miserable here all alone, but you being here, this is the best gift you could have given me,” he confessed, his hands planted on the sides of your shoulders in a comforting manner.

and this? it's so heartwarming and comforting and so personal between him and the reader, i don't think anyone could ask for anything more. i truly love this so much.

the perfect gift | s.b

sirius black x gn!reader

requested by @natashxromanovf where the reader stays at hogwarts with sirius over xmas using prompts "I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.” & “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

warnings; gender neutral pronouns, mentions of food, fluff!

word count; 1500+

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Sirius wasn’t terribly bothered by the prospect of staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas period instead of being dragged kicking and screaming to his parent’s house of misery. The only detail of the arrangement that was not so pleasing to him, was that the rest of his friends were to be home for Christmas. He couldn’t very well make them feel guilty for having families to go home to, he was not so selfish as to do that. But he couldn’t deny it was going to be an awfully lonely Christmas without anyone with whom he could share it.

He’d made peace with the fact that his family was never going to be who he wanted them to be. They were not made to withstand change, and so they clung to continuity like it was the very air they breathed and that death would befall them if they were ever to be without it. He supposed life might look safer when the walls never changed and the room stayed the same, but he also supposed that was why they were so angry all the time. He would be too if he were locked up in the same room day after day, year after year, stuck in the same silence with the same irritating wallpaper.

And so, he waved his friends goodbye as they left the common room and promised to write. Each of them left a gift on the sofa beside him and wished him a merry Christmas, though he was sure it would not be half so good if his friends weren’t leaving. Though he should be grateful that it’ll be far more merry than if he were at home.

James, Remus, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas and Mary had left him to fend for himself, and soon, Y/N would bid him farewell until the new year too. But it had been nearly thirty minutes since the last of his friends left, and Y/N was nowhere in sight. Surely they would not have left without saying goodbye? He looked around the room, perhaps searching for a belonging of theirs that would indicate that had not yet gone, but he found nothing. He went through the gifts beside him, wondering if you’d slipped out without him noticing but there was not one from you in the small pile.

Sirius was becoming more bewildered by the second; he knew you were going home, you’d told him so yourself. He was tempted to go and look for you, but it would be just his luck that he’d leave as you entered and miss you entirely. But the train was leaving any minute now, you’d miss it if you weren’t already there.

“Alright, Pads?” you asked, dropping down on the sofa beside Sirius and startling him.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were going home for Christmas,” Sirius asked, puzzled.

“Well I couldn’t leave you all alone, but I can if you want, it’s not trouble at all! Just thought you might like some company,” you smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that?” Sirius laughed, wrapping his arms around your chest and bringing you into a tight hold.

“Let me go, will you?” you struggled against his arms, but to no avail, “Fine! I won’t do it again,” you conceded, as did Sirius.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked, releasing you, “Now, are you really staying over the holidays?” he asked.

“Yes, why, should I not?” you asked nervously, wondering if you’d made an awful mistake or misread signs you thought he had written for you.

“No! That’s not it, just don’t want you or your family missing out because of me,” he admitted sheepishly, bringing a hand to your face instinctively.

Ignoring the drop in your stomach and your skin heating around Sirius’ touch, you laughed the situation into another, one where his hand was by his side and the two of you looked anxiously at each other and the fire ahead of you. Searching for a topic of conversation, you looked around the room quickly, surveying your options and locking onto the pile of gifts by his side.

“Didn’t get you a present,” you said rather disappointedly, “I was going to when I went home. I’ve been looking for weeks and I just couldn’t find anything,” you confessed, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Sirius laughed quietly, as if anything you did could disappoint him, he thought. But even his supposed good humour could not cure the frown that adorned your lips at the thought of letting him down. You really had been looking in every shop window for something that might bring a smile to his face on Christmas day, spending hours on the streets of snow. Nevertheless, your hours of searching brought you no closer to finding the perfect gift, or even something sub-prefect. Sirius had never been so hard to buy for as of this year.

“Come with me,” Sirius said, offering his hand to you.

“Where?” you asked confused.

Sirius nodded his head in the direction of the common room door, beckoning you to come with him wherever he was thinking of. He had never led you astray thus far, and taking his hand, Sirius stood up from the Sofa and began to lead you through the common room, down the stairs and through the halls of Hogwarts. The corridors were practically empty, a rare sight for the middle of the afternoon on a weekend. It was only in a similar appearance when everyone had classes or when daring students were roaming the halls past curfew–something you had done once or twice.

Sirius didn’t talk at all, just let your passing comments dissipate in the air, which might have had better use for them than he did at the present moment. He was too busy thinking of how exactly he might phrase his next words and what exactly might your reaction be. He hoped, beyond all measurable hope, that it would be a favourable response, though he would not hold it against you if it wasn’t. After all, he was just a boy, and a damaged one at that. But you were so much more, something that words failed to describe, something that photographs could not capture and a feeling of which he could not pinpoint.

“The Room of Requirement,” you stated, more confused than you had been to begin with, “What are we doing here, Sirius?”

“Just wait and see, will you? You’ve made it this far,” he smiled softly at your impatient curiosity.

He closed his eyes and thought very carefully of what he wanted to see when he opened the door. The idea had only graced his thoughts when you talked about absent gifts, for he too had a nightmare finding the right one for you. When he pushed open the door and peered inside, it was exactly how he had imagined it. There was a fireplace, a fortress of cushions laid out particularly on the rug before it, and a Christmas tree in the corner decorated in your favourite colour. Hot chocolate and sweets were set out neatly on the tray in the middle of the cushions for you to treat yourselves, while the record player beside them played soft, old Christmas songs. It was perfect.

“Sirius!” you gasped, taking in each element of the room he had thought up in his mind, everything down to the star atop the tree, “Now I’m even more upset I didn’t get you anything!” you scoffed, punching him in the arm.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t pay for it,” he laughed.

“Well they do say it’s the thought that counts, but I’m still annoyed.”

“Don’t be,” he started, wiping his hands on his trousers, hoping it would rid them of the sweat building there, “You saw the halls, they were empty, more empty than they ever are. Especially because you know there’s no one in the classrooms or dorms to fill them later,” he continued, losing his point in the ramblings, “I would have been miserable here all alone, but you being here, this is the best gift you could have given me,” he confessed, his hands planted on the sides of your shoulders in a comforting manner.

“You gave up your Christmas to stay here with me, that’s more thoughtful than anything you could have bought,” he smiled softly.

It was all so surreal, that Sirius might really be expressing something that you’d felt for so long now. It was always harder to bear things alone and not even love could claim absence from that burden. But now Sirius was offering to share the weight of your heart.

“Do you mean it, truly?”

“Yes, darling, I really do.”

“Then kiss me already, please?” you asked, giggling as his lips grew closer and granted your Christmas wish.

When he pulled away, he looked at you with such fondness you felt as if you were sure to break, but his eyes drifted upwards and he began to laugh, prompting you to look too. There, from the ceiling of the Room of Requirement, was mistletoe growing above the two of you. You gave Sirius a teasing glare, but he swore it was not his doing. Whether you believed him or not, he didn’t know, but rather than dwelling on it, he brought you close again and took advantage of the Christmas tradition.

[loverspidey]

For weeks Y/n had been writing on parchment to prepare her speech. She even went as far as trying to practice in front of the Marauders but failing every time. Y/n hated speaking in front of loud crowds. When Dumbledore called her to the podium, she was shaking, but Sirius walked with her, holding her hand in his tightly. 

oh me too bestie- public speaking is the absolute worse 😔😔

People cheered, “Today, we honor the graduating class of 1978! Obviously, the top student who is my brilliant girlfriend Y/n would normally be speaking. However, she is quite shy, so she’s asked me to reiterate her speech. I hope that’s okay.”

😣😣😣😣 he's so sweet i love him

Everyone stared curiously, “As you all know, I’ve been disowned, and tortured throughout my life. But there’s always been a girl who stood with me through everything, and it’s this girl. The one standing beside me.” 

He kissed her temple, “I couldn’t imagine life without her, and quite truly, I want her by my side forever, which means that Rosier and Diggory need to back off. Anyway, Y/n, I know you hate public events, but this needed to be special.”

😭😭 poor amos and evan :') but so true back off 😁😁 i would kill him for doing that in public but .... it was really cute ngl

Sirius kissed her hand before getting down on one knee, “I love you to the moon and back. You’ve been there with me through thick and thin. So I’d really appreciate it if you could put with my shenanigans and my hooligan friends for the rest of your life. Marry me?”

HE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE YOUR HONOR

Sirius stood up, kissing her lips while sliding the ring on her finger. James and Remus smirked before waving their wands. Fireworks went off in the Great Hall in honor of their best friend's proposal and the graduation. Sirius leaned his forehead against hers. 

“Mrs. Black.” Sirius smiled. 

ah man, this was so cute and sentimental 🥰🥰🥰 now i'm better after the angst 😔

Marauders Live On | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius has a surprise for his girlfriend before graduating from Hogwarts.

Ask: my biggest fear is public speaking. the character can be either remus or sirius i can’t decide. 

It was ironic that the top class student for the class of 1978 had a fear of public speaking. Y/n had graduated top of their class at Hogwarts, being a very dedicated student. Sirius swore she was always in the library. Y/n would say he was being dramatic. Sirius was partly right. 

Some days she’d take a break from the books to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Remus often understood her dedication to her studies. It mainly was pressure from her parents to be great and high aspirations to become a Healer. 

For weeks Y/n had been writing on parchment to prepare her speech. She even went as far as trying to practice in front of the Marauders but failing every time. Y/n hated speaking in front of loud crowds. When Dumbledore called her to the podium, she was shaking, but Sirius walked with her, holding her hand in his tightly. 

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JWOQIZHAISIA8ZJQOZOE THE CONSTELLATION!! THE DEER TRACKS!! THE MOON AND THE PAWS!! THE TEDDY BEAR!! i. am. in. shambles. i love this sm, this is one of the most creative and most adorable things i've read and wow i'm in awe

Tattoos Sirius Black Has and Why.

Canis Major: It’s the dog constellation and his namesake. Despite hating that it goes along with his family he decides to associate it with his Animagus.

A Lion: For obvious reasons, the Gryffindor Logo. He takes great pride in his House.

Deer Tracks: During the winter months James would always leave his little deer tracks in the winter snow during full moons. Sirius once took a picture of them with a Polaroid so the tattoo matches.

Rat Tracks: Peter’s paws used to get dirty while on full moons and he tracked dirty into the dormitory on most nights.

Leo Constellation: His brothers namesake is Regulus, a star in the constellation. He loves his brother more than anything even if he was a little shit sometimes.

Lupin: The word is written in Remus’ handwriting on his collarbone. He got it as a first year of marriage present.

A Crescent Moon with a Paw Print beside it: The paw print is Moony’s exact paw print and the moon is shaded in black and white for Remus.

Snitch: He got this tattoo after Harry became one of the youngest seekers at Hogwarts. It’s for Harry but also can be resembled as Sirius’ love for Quidditch.

Lily with the stem making out the initials L & E: Sirius got this for Lily on her first birthday being married to James. It was a ‘Thank you for taking care of him’ present. It made Lily cry.

Assortment of Runes: They mean different things like love, hope, freedom, and etc.

Love Runes: It’s for the family that accepted him when his real family didn’t.

Hope Runes: Not only is for Remus’ mum but also because during his time at Grimmauld Place the only thing he had to hold onto was hope that one day he’d leave that place.

Freedom Runes: His entire life all he wanted to be was free.

Teddy Bear: He got this after Teddy Lupin was born. His first born child and he couldn’t be more in love.