#maurauders daughter!reader

[gentle2angel]

Sirius and Remus reacting to their daughter!reader coming out to them as lesbian/bisexual/pansexual

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Daughter!reader would go to the mall's library to get a book she's been eyeing for a while. Upon finding it, she walked towards the cash register not really paying attention to her surroundings. She placed the book gently in front of the worker, not yet looking up. She would then hear a deep but soothing girl voice, finally looking up at the worker. Upon seeing her appearance, daughter!reader would feel her cheeks heat up slightly. A tall girl with silky black hair and light blue eyes would stare down at daughter!reader, a slight smirk on her face (no matter your height, the girl is taller than you). Daughter!reader would have a lesbian/bisexual/pansexual panic, stuttering like a lovestruck high school girl while paying. She almost didn't hear her phone ringing, Sirius calling to say Remus and himself are waiting for her in the parkin lot of the mall. Daughter!reader would clumsily take her book and receipt, almost forgetting to thank the tall girl and then giving her a shy smile. She then would hurry out of the mall, a blushing mess.

Daughter!reader would be silent in the backseat at the beginning of the car ride, Remus and Sirius holding hands on the arm rest as Remus drives. Daughter!reader would still be blushing slightly, only able to look down at the book she bought. Remus would try to strike a conversation— opting to talk about which book his daughter bought, himself being a bookworm.

"Which book did you buy sweetie-" Remus asked, enable to finish his sentence before daughter!reader cut him off, "I think I'm lesbian/bisexual/pansexual." She would blur that out out of pure impulse and stress, her encounter with the beautiful girl, messing with her mind slightly (in a good way of course). Sirius, previously sipping on his coffee, would almost choke. That would worry daughter!reader slightly, not thinking rationally and starting to believe "Imagine they reject me". Girly would stress beyond relief, forgetting that Remus is gay and Sirius is bisexual— her own fathers.

Her train of thoughts would be stopped as she would hear heavy laughing from her fathers. Sirius would cough lightly, since he almost choked on his coffee, while giggling. Sirius would turn his body towards the backseat to look at his daughter, "Oh? Well papa and I are really proud of you for coming out honey, but we've known forever!" Daughter!reader would look at her dad, dumbfounded, "W-Wait what?!" She would stutter out in shock. Remus would look at her through the rear mirror, smiling, "Mhm, we've known ever since you we're in primary school sweetie!" Daughter!reader would be flabbergasted in the backseat, only able to mutter out a shock 'How?'. Sirius would nod in agreement at Remus' previous words, "You we're 7 honey and you had a crush on everyone, no matter the gender. You even kissed a girl in second grade!" Remus would laugh, "I remember that! You kept giggling happily while telling us."

The poor girl would blink multiple time, looking at Sirius, "W-Well.. I-Is it alright..?" Sirius would be laughing his ass off, Remus nudging him to stop, a giggle of his own coming out. It was a red light so Remus could finally turn his head slightly towards the backseat to look at daughter!reader, "Of course It's alright sweetpea! We don't care as long as you're happy!" Sirius nudged Remus with his elbow, a grin on his face, "She was bound to join us at some point~ We're a whole LGBTQ family!"

Daughter!reader would finally relax, her rational thoughts coming back into memories, remembering how her dads are gay so of course they would accept her! She would kinda feel dumb but brush it off at the same time. She joined in with the giggling of her parents, "So why did you guys never tell me?" Daughter!reader asked curiously, tracing the cover of her book with her finger while looking up from time to time at the front seats. Remus would start driving again, the red light turning green, "Because we let you find out on your own sweetpea"

Daughter!reader would smile softly, feeling relieved and happy. The calm moment would be short lived though as Sirius, stretching into his passenger seat, "So who's the lucky person?" A grin was proudly plastered on his face.

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ : This was so much fun to write! I meant do a part two where they playfully nudge daughter!reader to ask the tall girl for her number!

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[hunnythebee]

Jealousy

Recent events between Phee and Tech have you feeling... well to put it bluntly, have you feeling jealous.

2.4k words - first person - gender neutral

Tags: Reader x Tech, GN Reader (let me know if I used anything gender specific and I will edit it out), Jealous!Reader, Best Friend!Hunter, mild spoilers for Season 2 Episode 13, pining, angst, fluff, love confessions, kissing

I would like to preface this by stating for the record, I am in no way against the direction they are going with Tech and Phee. I love that they are leading toward a canon romance (or at the very least hinting at it). However, posts made by people voicing their own opinions have inspired me to write this because I've never written a jealous!reader before and it sounded fun. Now that that’s out of the way, enjoy!

I had been cordial, friendly even with Phee. She was decent… for a pirate. Not that we had been much better in recent times, so who was I to judge? But what had me sucking at my teeth while I glared from my seat behind Tech was the way she was touching him. So familiar. And this nickname she had for him always made my stomach twist. ‘Brown eyes.’ How creative of her. I shouldn’t be so mad at her. She was going to help us afterall. Stars I just… I can’t figure out why she rubs the wrong way so hard.

I was silent as the dead the whole trip to wherever she was taking us. I hadn’t realized I was clenching my jaw until it unclenched. My whole mouth fell slack at the sight of this small island civilization. Beautiful blue waters surrounded a mountain dotted with small white huts. It looked so peaceful, so serene. Tech landed the Maurauder at the peak of the mountain, where there stood a tall tree and an even taller temple-like structure. As I stepped out of the ship the warm sun hit my skin and I sighed in relief. My seething anger melted away from me almost instantly.

A man, whom Phee referred to as Shep appeared on the platform, along with a young girl. She hugged the man, which made my anger melt even more. Maybe this was her husband and child? Maybe she’s just really friendly by nature. Then I overheard Wrecker make a joking comment towards Tech.

“Looks like you’ve got some competition.” He nudged Tech with his elbow to emphasize the remark. I bit my cheek and rolled my eyes, a gesture Hunter couldn’t help but notice. I relaxed a little when I took notice of Tech’s utter confusion towards Wrecker’s remark as he lowered his datapad. Phee then introduced Shep to us as the mayor of this island, Pabu, and his daughter Lyanna. Phee proceeded to list us off by name, Omega, myself, Hunter, Wrecker, and then Tech. My anger flared back up just a little when she saved Tech’s name for last, but I quickly attempted to stomp out the internal flame. Hunter was giving me a side eye, which meant I wasn’t quick enough about it.

After the introductions were made, Shep invited us all to eat with them at his home. As we were leaving the platform, Phee stated that she would catch up. Tech lingered behind the group, she said something to him and left. He turned around smiling and proceeded to catch up. I noticed his grin and his body language when they were talking, and I felt twinge. It wasn’t anger or hatred. This was something else entirely. I was so lost in thought I hadn’t realized that I was becoming a straggler, lingering so far behind the group that I couldn’t hear what any of them were saying. It didn’t matter. My heart pounded in my ears and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. I didn’t want to feel like this, not when everyone else was so happy. Yet here I was, turning green with jealousy. Worse yet, I couldn’t understand why. I turned my head to look out at the water as I walked, hoping the view would calm me as it had before. I was so focused that I didn’t notice Hunter blocking my path until it was too late.

I would have walked square into his chest if he hadn’t grabbed me by the shoulder with a gentle, yet firm hand. The contact startled me and I let out a small yell and clutched my chest.

“Hunter! You nerf-herder nearly gave me a heart attack,” I exclaimed. 

He was silent for a moment and then responded with a simple, “Your heart’s fine. Your head is what I’m concerned about.”

I tried to feign confusion. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I was hoping if I acted dumb he wouldn’t pry. As usual, it didn’t work. He shouted up to the rest of the group that we would catch up in a minute, then turned his attention back to me.

“Talk to me. What’s going on? You’ve been off all day.” He was looking at me with that sincere concerned look he gets, and I knew I couldn’t hide what was bothering me. I sighed and fell against the wall to my right.

“It’s… Phee.” I started, struggling to get the words out.

“I figured out that much,” he stood in front of me, folding his arms over his chest. “The question is why does she make you so angry?”

I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach. I knew why. I had figured it out moments before the collision with Hunter. I wasn’t ready to say yet. Not fully.

“Because…” I hesitated, looking everywhere but Hunter’s eyes.

“Because?” He echoed.

I sighed heavily. I couldn’t say it. I physically couldn’t make the words take form, despite them being right on the tip of my tongue. I was struggling and he could tell. He stepped closer to me and I felt a caloused hand touch my cheek carefully. I finally let myself look at him. He had this knowing look on his face.

“Do you need me to say it for you?” He asked. I bit my lip and shook my head in agreement. There was no way of knowing if he actually knew what was running through my mind, but it did always kind of feel like he could read minds sometimes.

“You’re in love with Tech.”

He stated it so easily. Like it wasn’t the most planet shattering phrase in the galaxy. Tears welled in my eyes and I whispered a barely audible, “Yes.”

Hunter pulled me into a tight hug as the tears began to fall, and then the verbal floodgates released.

“I can’t stand it, Hunter. Seeing the two of them together. She’s always flirting with him. Touching him or calling ‘Brown Eyes.” What kind of kriffing nickname is that anyways? ‘Brown Eyes’? You all have brown eyes! At least be more original than that! But that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is the way he looks at her. He would never look at me like that…”

“That you’ve seen…” Hunter mutters under his breath. I pull away and stare at him with a furrowed brow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I questioned.

“Nothing. I think you should talk to Tech. Tell him how you feel. If he feels the same then you can stop feeling so jealous. If he doesn’t… then at least you have closure.” He grabs my shoulder one last time and gives it a squeeze. “Think about it over dinner, okay?”

“Okay…” I responded.

I gathered myself and we headed toward the home of the Mayor. Dinner felt… long. Scratch that. It felt like an eternity. Phee was her usual self, and Tech seemed to actually be enjoying it. I felt sick. I couldn’t eat anymore. I stood up from the table abruptly and excused myself. I wasn’t sure where I was going to go, but I needed to get away from there. I decided to go back to the ship. I raced up the steps as fast as my legs would carry me. I don’t even think I was halfway there before I got winded and had to stop for breath. I felt far enough away that I could at least take my time now. I decided to take a break to watch the sunset, hoping that it would make me feel better. It was sort of working to calm my nerves, until I heard my name being called by a familiar voice. I turned my head to catch a glimpse of Tech, running up the steps towards me. His long legs carried him up two or three steps at a time. My heart raced and I panicked. I couldn’t face him like this. I turned quickly from him and began sprinting back up the steps, with him in tow and gaining. I was already exhausted from booking it up the steps before and my endurance was nothing compared to a clone’s, so it was a given that he was going to eventually catch up to me. I at least managed to get to the landing second to the top before he got to me. He caught my hand in his and my heart leapt inside my chest.

He was breathing hard from the exertion, “What…is…going…on?” He spoke, panting between his words.

“Just…leave…me…alone.” I panted back. I pulled my hand from his, despite wanting to keep it there forever. I tried to move to continue my climb, but I was too slow. His hands pressed into my shoulders and shoved me against the wall. My eyes widened at the show of brute force he was exhibiting. It wasn’t like him to use his strength like this. I had almost forgotten that, despite his differing physique, he was meant to be as strong as any other clone. There was escaping now, but I could still refuse to look in his eyes. If I did, I was sure I would break.

“Why are you running from me?” He still sounded exhausted, but his voice was like music to me. I sighed deeply and looked up at the sky, anything but his eyes. He lowered his head and continued to speak.

“Hunter…said I should be the one to come after you,” he admitted.

“That mud-scuffer…” I muttered.

Tech laughed, it was dry and tired, but it gave me chills. I was breaking already and I wasn’t even looking at him.

“Why didn’t he want me to catch you? Why are you running? And why… why won’t you look at me?” I could hear pain in his voice. I didn’t want to cause him pain. That was the last thing I wanted. I bit into my lower lip and finally met his stare. His eyes were filled with worry. He was looking straight into mine and I felt it. I was breaking. There was nothing stopping it.

“Please…” I pleaded with him in one last feeble attempt. “Please Tech… don’t.”

“I know something is wrong…” He ignored my pleas. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

He was right. I am usually so open with him, so why should this be any different. Just tell him how I feel, be rejected and move on. Like Hunter said.

“I…” I start, but lose my train of thought when I look into his eyes. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall. Just say it already.

“I love you.”

My heart was pounding so loudly I wasn’t sure if he had responded and I couldn’t hear him, or if he was being unusually silent. I couldn’t bear to look at him. I didn’t want to see his eyes, the look of betrayal over my confession. Or the confusion. I couldn’t take it. I just wanted him to tell me doesn’t feel the same way so this could all be over. Finally I felt movement, his hands left my shoulders. I still didn’t dare look at him, keeping my eyes shut tight and my head against the wall. Still nothing from him. Maybe he left. I finally decided to open my eyes, to see if he truly had just walked away. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

He was standing in front of me, looking magnificent with the sunset behind him. His hands were limp at his sides. I took my time working my way to his eyes. Wanting to avoid the moment for just a little longer. His mouth hung open slightly in shock. Finally I made it to his eyes, but they didn’t have the look I had been expecting. There was shock, which was to be expected, but something else. Something… contemplative.

“Tech, I–” I began, but the moment I spoke he moved in towards me. His hands found my neck and jaw, much softer than Hunter’s were, and fitting there perfectly as if they were made to hold me. Tech’s body was pressed completely against mine, with one of his legs tucked between mine. His face wasn’t even an inch from mine, as he nuzzled my nose with his own. My breath hitched in my throat as he spoke. His voice was still familiar, but the tone was foreign. He spoke low and with a heat I had never heard come from him before.

“Say it again,” he requested.

“I– I love you, Tech,” I confessed once more, as I leaned into his hand. And then his lips were on mine. Soft and gentle, patiently waiting for me to confirm that this action was okay. I kissed him back, pressing into him and reveling in this moment. He hummed happily and deepened the kiss. We continued like this till the sun had set completely. Finally we broke apart for air and he pressed his forehead to mine.

I needed to hear him say the words. So I leaned back, wanting to see him say it. Then I breathlessly asked, “Do you love me?”

“Emotions are a complex concept, and I don’t fully believe that words can be utilized to sum up one's feelings at any given point. But… if I had to put a word to what I am feeling, then… yes. Love is about as close to explaining how I feel about you.” He responded, making even that absurdly roundabout ‘yes’ sound sexy.

I laughed, “I wouldn’t have expected you to say you love me in any other way.”

“Am I truly that predictable?” He looked a little offended.

“Hmm… occasionally.” I responded. “For example, I didn’t know what to expect from you when I confessed. But I do know what you’re going to say next.”

“Do you now?” He cocked his head in amusement.

“Mmhm. You’re going to say we should head back before the others begin to worry,” I replied.

His eyes widened slightly, “How did yo–” 

“I know you,” I shrugged, grabbing him by the arm. “So, let’s head back. There’s plenty of time for… this, later.”

He blushed a little at the thought, and agreed to head back down to the Mayor’s home. I finally felt at ease. I hope the rest of the night is more relaxing.

Masterlist

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Never More

Fluffcember Day 4 is here!

Pairing: Sirius Black x F!Ravenclaw!Reader

Warnings: mention of forced marriage, gratuitous making out

Word Count: 637

Summary: Your anxiety about your upcoming betrothal leads you straight into the arms of Sirius Black, and you can’t say you mind at all.

A/N: Welcome to Fluffcember Day 4! I love me some Ben Barnes Sirius, so that’s who I imagined while writing this. Stick around, there might be another Marauder showing up later this month! Enjoy!

Your lips hadn’t parted from Sirius’s since you had started kissing, and that was two flights of stairs and three corridors ago. While the Black family’s annual Christmas Gala raged downstairs, you had thrown yourself into the eldest Black’s arms and refused to let go. 

He had looked tempting as ever when he approached you, his rebellious long hair slicked back and his red cravat gripping his throat. Whoever had tailored his tuxedo should be commended; it was cut perfectly and suited his every curve and angle.

You’d known him for years, but being a Ravenclaw meant that you didn’t see much of him at school except for your shared classes, and even then he was surrounded by his ‘maurauders’ or whatever stupid nickname they’d come up with for themselves. Perhaps a flirtatious gaze across the classroom or a seductive smirk in the Great Hall, but never more than that. You were extremely aware of his reputation as a lothario and had no interest in getting involved. 

Until you saw the future possibility evaporate when your father announced he was looking for a suitable young pureblood for you to marry, that is.

The sitting room already had a fire going in the marble fireplace, a spread of treats on the coffee table. Beyond the sofa a pair of tall double doors were closed, most likely leading to his bedroom, but you didn’t notice any of it as the two of you entered the room still feverishly kissing. Sirius kicked the door shut and used his wand to lock the doors before tossing it over his shoulder. You were already attacking the buttons of his tuxedo as he guided you toward the plush sofa by your hips.

Your calves hit the sofa and you tumbled backwards onto it. The skirt of your party dress rode up, but you didn’t bother to fix it. Gripping Sirius’s cravat, you pulled him down and relished in how his eyes had darkened and his lips had swollen from your insistent kissing.

“Hey, wait a tick,” he said when you moved to dive back into him.

“What? Am I doing something wrong?” You asked,

“No, nothing like that. You just…you seem like something is bothering you.”

You scoffed, “And how would you know if something is bothering me?” 

“We’ve been in the same circles since we were children,” he said, running his large, warm hands down your bare arms. Goosebumps rose in their wake. “You weren’t this — erm — distracted at the Slug Club party last week at school. What’s happened?”

You made the mistake of looking up into his entrancing eyes. Gray, like rain clouds in summertime. Eyes that had always had a knack for seeing right through your various masks — the proud pureblood princess, the dutiful daughter, the fearless femme fatale — and crumbling each one with naught but a glance. 

“My father is looking for someone to betroth me to,” you whispered, looking down at your hands that he held in his so gently, as if he thought you would break. The concern and confusion that crossed his face made your stomach lurch up to your throat. 

“This won’t happen. I won’t let it.” His jaw hardened and your hand rose to brush the tension away. 

“There’s nothing we can do about it tonight,” you reasoned, fingers tracing his jaw, down his neck and over his Adam’s apple. “Will you just…hold me for a while?” 

“Long as you want, love,” he promised, leaning back and putting one arm around your back. You leaned forward, resting between his legs and on his chest. You listened to his steady heartbeat as the fireplace flickered and the music from the party downstairs drifted up toward you, an ever-present reminder of who the two of you were despite how desperately you both wanted to change it.

[fairydxll]

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➳ summary | After finally getting your daughter to sleep, you make Sirius feel good.

➳ pairing | Sirius Black x fem!reader

➳ warning | 16+ handjob. sorta sub!sirius. unprotected sex (don't do that). praise kink (sorta). cockwarming.

➳ fandom | harry potter (m.era)

➳ wc | 1k

masterlist | taglist

➪ 𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 : i was listening to 11:11 while writing this cuz it's so fucking good.

You sighed as you fell against the door, your body nearly going limp against the hardwood. You force yourself to stand up and walk over to the bed. Life with a toddler was not easy, to say the least. Your three-year-old daughter had been keeping you up all night due to nightmares and because of that, she's been screaming and crying and begging not to go to bed.

It breaks your heart every time, and although you'd love to just have her sleep in your and Sirius' bed, she needed to learn; no matter how much inconvenience it caused you two.

Sirius burst through the door just as you began removing your clothing. After you had said goodnight to Raveena, she decided it wasn't enough and nearly broke your eardrums, screaming and flailing for her dad. By the sight of him laying on the bed, it looks like it wasn't any easier for him.

"Is she asleep?" you asked, pulling back the covers on your side.

"Finally," he sighed into the sheets before pulling you into him. You laid your head onto the crook of his neck as your hand traced patterns on his chest.

Sirius reached to pull your chin up, connecting your lips together. His tongue prodded at your mouth, to which you easily allowed access. You slung your leg over his hips as you softly made out.

You pulled away when you felt him grow under your thigh, causing him to groan. "Need some help, baby?"

"Please," he groaned again as he pulled you directly on top of him.

You continued to lazily make out as you brought a hand down to tease Sirius over his boxers. You could tell he was getting frustrated, but instead of teasing him like you wanted to, you slipped his cock out of their confinement and began working him with your hand.

"Oh, yes, y/n," he moaned, his head laid the pillow behind him and his eyes screwed shut. His jaw fell slack and his mouth made an 'O' shape. "Please, y/n, I need you."

You pecked his lips before guiding his cock to your entrance and lowering yourself down. You kept lowering down until he bottomed out inside you. "How's that, baby?"

"So good, doll," he moaned. "You're so good to me." Beaming at the praise, you slowly moved your hips in a circle. His hands came down to your hips, forcing you to bounce on his cock at a fast pace. You moaned each time your clit rubbed against his pubic bone. "Perfect, doll. As always. Gonna come in no time."

You leaned down to passionately kiss him as you snuck your hand between your bodies to rub at your throbbing clit. "Come for me, baby," your breath fanned over his neck. You bit at his skin, leaving purple marks in your wake. The pleasure was becoming too much and you knew you wouldn't last very long. You wanted him to come first, he needed this.

"I'm coming," he groaned as he pulled your lips back on his and tightened his grip on your hips. You felt him twitch against your walls and couldn't help but come with him.

You continued to grind your hips as your releases mixed. You collapsed onto Sirius’ chest as you both caught your breath. His hands smoothed out your hair as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. As you went to pull off of him, he stopped you.

“Stay,” he hummed. “Wanna stay like this all night.”

“Okay,” you sighed. “But only because you're so handsome.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you more, Siri.”

Sirius rolled the both of you onto your sides, and you took the opportunity to bury your head into his neck and suck more purple marks into him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his hand squeezing your arse lightly.

“Nothing,” you mumbled.

Just as you had settled in to go to sleep, you heard that all too unfamiliar sound. Raveena was awake.

“Goddamnit,” Sirius cursed as he allowed you to get out from under the covers. You threw on a loose tee and a pair of undies. Tossing a pair of boxers at your husband, you said, “put these on.”

Sirius knew there was no point in arguing with you, so he complied, lazily moving the pair of boxers up his legs from underneath the covers.

You exited the bedroom and wandered down the hall until you reached your two-year-olds room. The sight of her made you wanna cry with her. Raveena stood up in her crib, leaning on the railing as she flailed about. Her cheeks were red and puffy and instantly swooped in and picked her.

You cradled her to your chest, hoping the slow beat of your heart would calm her down. You were right, however, because she calmed down almost immediately. Knowing neither of you would get any sleep tonight if you placed her back in her crib, you brought her back to your room.

Sirius was still awake and watched with a sympathetic look in his eyes as you came in holding the baby. “She won’t sleep if we leave her in there.”

“I know, but you saidー” he started.

“Yeah, yeah,” you climbed back into bed with Sirius and placed Raveena in between the two of you. “I know what I said, but what’s one night? It won’t make a huge difference, anyways.”

“Whatever,” he sighed as he pulled the two of you closer to him. You smiled when Raveena climbed onto his chest and nuzzled into him. Sirius wrapped his arm around you and kissed the top of your head. “I love you, y/n,” he sighed as he relaxed his eyes closed. It finally felt as if you would get some sleep tonight and you could tell how good he felt.

You hugged Sirius, and your daughter in turn, as you felt yourself relax into the mattress. You loved your perfect, little family, and needed nothing more than what was right in front of you.

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[vanishingcherry]

not my name.

sirius x reader

words: 690

warnings: tickling. comment if you see any other. 

summary: dad sirius. your daughter (2/3 years old) keeps calling him siri and not papa. 

a/n: im in the middle of writing a long one, and wanted to post something short while i finish. also, for any dad sirius ones that i write, im gonna be keeping the daughter’s name as celeste (heavenly in french), but you’re welcome to imagine it as whatever you like. nickname - letty

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As you start watching yet another episode of FRIENDS, a muggle sitcom you loved, you heard Sirius walk in after a long day of work. Dropping his keys on the table near the door, he removes his coat, trying to be as quiet as possible. Getting up from the couch, you walk up to him, a huge smile on your face. He lets out a breathe of air after seeing that you were awake.

“Hey darling. How was work?” You whispered, wrapping your arms around him, face nestled in his neck.

“Fine”, he whispered back, “I missed you. And Celeste.”

“Hmm shes sleeping right now. But she’ll probably be awake in a while”

“Okay.” He pressed a soft kiss on your lips before removing his hands from around your waist. “I’m gonna go change.”

You walk back to the couch and play the episode, laughing along with the live audience. A while after, Sirius joins you, now in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He rests his head on your lap, closing his eyes as you play with his hair, still concentrating in the television in front of you. 

A while later, you hear soft cries coming from upstairs. You sigh and wake Sirius up, who had fallen asleep. “She’s awake Siri, I need to go get her.” He gets up, groggily rubbing his eyes.

You trudge up the stairs and open the door to the nursery. “Hey Letty,” you say, picking her up from the crib, “You’re getting heavier aren’t you?” You walk around the room a bit, calming her down.

You take her downstairs to the living room, handing her over to Sirius.

“See Letty, papa’s home.” She leans towards Sirius, who picks her up and sits her down on his lap. Celeste giggles slightly, grabbing his hair as support to stand up. 

“Ouch! Sweetie stop.” You snicker, Letty barely pulls his hair, compared to you getting your’s pulled almost every day. “Nooo” she whines, still trying to stand up using his hair.

“Siri I’m going to get her milk ‘kay?”

“Mhm, okay. Ouch stop!” He replies, the latter statement directed at Celeste.

As you walk towards the kitchen, you smile, still listening to your daughter argue with your husband using the minimal words she knew. 

“Siri get her here please.”, you shout, holding the warm bottle of milk in your hands. 

He walks in, resting Celeste on his waist. Sitting her down on the kitchen counter, he leaves the kitchen to go get a cloth for any spills. 

“Siri”. You hear a voice say. It wasn’t yours, so you turned to look at Celeste, who was making grabby hands in the direction of the door. Your eyes widen, lips forming a smirk as you hear Sirius walk in again.

“What?” His faces changes to one of shock, his mouth twitching to hide a smile.

“Siri!”, she repeats, much happier that he was back in the room again. 

“No, I’m papa. Siri is not my name.”

“No. Mama say Siri. So me say Siri also.” 

You laugh at her reasoning, looking up at Sirius who was still looking at her in faux offence. 

“Letty, say papa. Its papa not Siri.” He says slowly, lifting his hands up and wiggling his fingers. “I’m gonna tickle you if you don’t.”

Still grinning, you watch as he gets closer and closer to where Celeste was sitting on the counter. He raises his eyebrows at her in question, “Well?”

“Siri!”, she shrieks. Not two seconds later she’s laughing her heart out as Sirius tickles her. You back away from the counter, not wanting to get tickled and spill the milk. Finally after ages, Sirius stops. Celeste calms down, and you give her the milk.

As she drinks the milk, Sirius pulls you to a corner of the kitchen.

“As much as I love it when you call me Siri, you can’t call me that in front of her anymore.”

“Why”, you pouted, faking your sadness.

“Love you know why. I cant have her calling me Siri. Do you have any idea how much James is gonna tease me?”

“Hmm. I’ll think about it Siri.”

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

Okay, I'm having a H O R R I B L E day and needed some fluff so I'ma write me some. So, here is

Falling in love with you

Fred x Hufflepuff Reader

Requested - yes. by me.

Summary - With the weight of your family looming over your shoulders, Fred helps you to relax in the hold of his own and the words falling from his lips.

Trigger Warning - fluff, family issues, I think that's it.

You were sat in the library, a dark and dusty corner. Your body was shaking with each sob, leaving you breathless and covered in snot.

You had just gotten another owl from your sister, going off about your parents, yet again. You were in your 7th year, but being Muggleborn left you with the problems of, well, the muggle world. You were the only witch in your family, which was something seeing as you were the 5th of 6 kids.

Growing up, your family was deep in the world of CPS, having gone through many of cases before you were 10. Each time, your parents pushed you and your siblings in the middle, using each of you against the other. Now that you were 17, and away from the house most of the time, you believed it would cease to happen. The only issue was, you were the only sibling that still had contact with everyone.

Sister's didn't talk to sister's, brother didn't talk to sister's, sister's didn't talk to brothers, children didn't talk to parents, except you. Having been put in Hufflepuff was no surprise to yourself, or others around you, always the "people pleaser". This left you being the only one to speak with each one of your siblings, along with both of your parents.

You had just gotten a letter from your oldest sister, explaining to you their dislike of your parents, along with the fact that, absolutely not, they could not send me any gifts for my kids.

You now had to break it to both of your parents that, no, they could not get anything for their grandchildren, and no, their daughter didn't want anything to do with them.

The weight of your family sat on your shoulders, having broke your spine once more, leaving you sobbing. Knowing you couldn't make it back to your common room before the tears fell freely, you found this spot in the library, away from eyes and ears. Unsure of how long you had sat there, your body was letting you know how worn out you now were from the amount of tears it allowed to slip down your cheeks.

The space you sat in was dark, absolutely silent, and cobwebs littering the books, which is why you were surprised to hear footsteps closing in on you. That was, until, your boyfriend appeared, holding the famous Maurauders Map open and in his hands. "There you are! You missed dinner, how dare you!" He laughed, moving to your frame.

You sniffled, attempting to wipe the remaining tears away from your puffy cheeks with your robe before he got too close. His adamant eyes fell on your face as he moved quicker, holding you in his arms, pulling you to his chest. "Oh, my love, it's okay. I'm right here." His soft, patient voice caused you to sniffle once more, refusing to let more tears fall from your cheeks.

"'M sorry I missed dinner." You whispered, your voice breaking.

"Oh, sweets, it's okay. I'll have George run to the kitchens and get you some food, you know that. Now, talk to me, hm? What's got my beautiful girl so upset?" You looked up at your boyfriend, your eyes as wide as a doe, tears slowly filling them once more.

"It's 'm sister." You mumbled, clutching the fabric of his own robes. "Oh, love, I'm sorry." You had informed your red head of your family situation in 5th year, wanting to be open and honest with him.

After letting you cry in his arms once more, he slowly stood up, clutching you to his chest. "Let's get you cuddled up, yeah?" He asked softly, your eyes closed as you relished in the warmth of his arms. "Yes please." You whispered, your hold tightening on his robes.

He walked slowly, glaring at any wandering eyes. He could care less about any states, but refused to let you feel uncomfortable about being vulnerable to him, especially because of other people who had no business looking at you wrong.

Once you were safely in his room, Fred having told George to go fetch you some food, he helped you undress and into his sweats and sweater, holding you to his chest.

You relaxed considerably, feeling comfortable in his room, and especially in his hold. "'m okay, bub." You whispered, feeling his eyes set on you.

"I know you are love, but you don't have to be. It's okay to break, it's okay to feel weak, and it's more than okay to let me take some of the weight for you." His voice was soft, his fingers running through your hair as he spoke.

You sniffled, moving closer into his hold as you attempted to not cry once more.

"Let's cheer you up, hm?" He asked softly, his other hand rubbing the skin of your back, having found its way under his sweater as you cuddled.

"Sing to me?"

Fred smiled down at you, nodding as he cleared his throat. "Always, my love."

You smiled as he thought, going through the possibilities. You had showed him tons of muggle music throughout the years, constantly playing it in your bedroom and at the Burrow the times you stayed over.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in"

His voice has come suddenly after a moment of silence, but comforted you nonetheless.

"But I can't help, falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help, falling in love with you."

You hummed with his voice, feeling the rumble in his chest as he contacted.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be."

Your heavy eyes and heavy heart grew comfortable, slowly pushing you into sleep in the hold of your boyfriend.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too."

George now quietly walked in but seeing Fred shake his head, he slowly stepped out, leaving you in the silence once more as your conscious fell.

Your hold stayed tight on Fred as you fell deeper and deeper in your sleep, the weight of the world, the weight of your family falling from your being as you slept in the arms of your love.

Fred felt you fall to sleep in his hold, his heart growing as it always did when it happened, feeling nothing but pride at the fact that you felt safe enough to sleep in his arms like you were.

But his mouth fell open once more, whispering the words of the song softly, his gaze lovingly set on your sleeping frame.

"For I can't help, falling in love with you."

[amara-scott]

My Best Friend.

Movie: Harry Potter (Maurauders Era) Characters: Remus Lupin x Reader Categories: Angst, Cursing, Physical/Verbal Abuse

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Remus, your best friend, confessing that he is indeed a werewolf, hoping you wouldn’t abandon him like most people did besides his friends, the marauders, of course.

You don’t run away, you stay. You love all of him, even if that means one more person in your friend group having a tough week every month.

Remus is relived and happy, not knowing how to act, so he hugs you tight. As tight as he’d never hugged you before.

“You’re amazing, (Y/N). Truly.”

Your hands tangle in his huge sweater and you stay like that for a moment longer, until you get interrupted by a cough by none other than Sirius Black.

“Should we come back later or-“ he smirks as you pull away from Remus, warm cheeks giving away how intimate that moment was for you.

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It’s the Christmas holidays and you’re home with your parents. Since they’re both wizards, you grew up in a small wizard-town near the school. Convenient. That also meant living close by Hogsmeade, your favorite place besides the huge library in Hogwarts. Remus announced he wanted to visit you during the holidays, which you totally forgot. Hence why your parents didn’t know who was standing at the front door when the bell rang. “-who is it, love?” You hear your father as you come down the stairs to also see who rang the doorbell.

“He says his name is Remus, Remus Lupin, right?” Your mother repeats and you can see Remu’s brown curls bobbing as he nods his head. Your smile extends, it nearly hurts.

“Mom, dad, that’s Remus, my best friend from school.” You step up and squeeze through them to give him a big hug. “I totally forgot to tell you he wanted to visit during the Christmas holidays.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to your dad who shakes it not seeming all too happy or more so in thought as he studies the young boy beside you.

Your mom ushers you inside as it’s freezing out, offering him a hot chocolate. You all sit down at the kitchen table.

“So, who is your father again?” You roll your eyes as Remus tells him once more.

“Oh- that means- you’re a werewolf, right? Your father came to me for help with a potion once, seeing as I have my own shop.” Your eyes grow wide, your focus on Remus beside you who seemingly tenses. He is uncomfortable, how could he not. You shake your state of shock off and turn back to your dad after Remus stumbles over his words for a second time.

“Dad, seriously, this is none of our business. It’s not his fault either, he didn’t have a choice in that. He’s the smartes and funniest friend I have, that won’t change.” You squeeze his hand below the table and he gives you a half smile.

“I don’t really care how funny or handsome or smart you think that boy is, my love. I don’t want you- no offense- to continue being friends with him-“ as your father talked about how lycanthropy is inheritable and won’t be tolerated in your pure blood family you became flushed. Flushed with embarrassment and anger and frustration.

You stand up abruptly, the chair definitely leaving marks on the wooden floor, your mother sending you a glare for that which you ignore. Your voice is shaky as you try not to glance at Remus’s hopeless look as he tries to pull himself together.

“You’re insufferable, rude and just- frustrating, dad! Remus is my friend. My best friend. Who- by the way- is sitting right next to me as you continually talk about a minor thing that he has to carry around in life. A small part of him, a part that doesn’t define him. Something he can’t control and most definitely didn’t want when he was barely four years old!” You hope Remus doesn’t mind you telling his story as your rage takes over, you would have to apologize later, if he ever wants to talk to you again that is.

“And not to mention that- that he makes me really happy. I won’t stop spending time with him just because you think you know who I should and shouldn’t talk to!” You burst and a few tears run down your warm cheeks. Your blurry vision reveals your dad standing up and slapping you. Your face stings, ears ring and hand flies to the cheek. You hear your mother gasping and standing up, talking but no more words reach your ears.

You don’t dare look over to Remus who is standing now, already having you in his arms as you register your surroundings. He is breathing heavily, his eyes boring into your father as his jaw clenches. He then let’s go, stepping around you and pushing your father back, who stumbles. Remus might be skinnier but he is tall. Nearly taller than your dad.

“You’re a terrible father. A bad person-“ your mother stands to the side, hands in front of her lips as she watches in horror. You gain control over your body and walk over to the men who are loudly arguing and throwing insults. You have never seen any of them this mad.

“-leave my house, right now, or I will loose myself!”

“Loose yourself like you did with your own daughter?” You reach out to Remus who pulls his arm away. Eyes hard and ready to strike.

“How dare you- this is all your fault! If you don’t leave now, boy, I can’t guarantee for anything!”

“Gladly, I will leave!” He turns to my mother, eyes softening just a bit “Thanks for the chocolate.” He then storms past you and you run after him, ignoring your father yelling your name weakly.

“Remus, please. Stop-“ You follow him down the road, his whole posture still looking stiff.

He stops as you hold his arm, You nearly bump into him. “Don’t- just, let me go.”

You ignore his plead and hug him. He doesn’t hug back and you cry, sobbing into him. Your eyes stinging and head hurting. He is numb, eyes empty as you look up.

“I’m so sorry, I-“

“No, don’t be. Hey, look up-“ You frown as he lifts your face to the side, running a thumb over the sore mark left. You wince at his cold touch but lean into it, closing your eyes.

You won’t loose the best person that walked into your life. Not for anyone or anything. Never.

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