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lilacella · 7 months ago

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Chapter 3: Summer at the lake

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The sun was mercilessly burning from the sky, heat was enveloping Sirius like a stuffy blanket. He was sitting in the sparse shadow of the apple tree that grew by the lake next to the Potters summer cottage. It was really more a cabin than a cottage but with sufficient room to house all four marauders, Lily and the three friends she had brought along. James parents had given them permission to stay at the cabin for three weeks, entirely unsupervised, they were all technically adults now after all. And of course all of them had jumped at the opportunity to enjoy the summer away from their parents in the lakeside cottage, surrounded by woods with noone to disturb them. James and Lily were swimming in the lake, splashing each other with water, giggeling, while Peter tried his best to flirt with the three other girls. Sirius and Remus were the only ones outside the water. Remus was doing a Muggle crossword puzzle and Sirius gave him unhelpful advice while playing around with the grass next to him.

Remus sighed and plucked at his sweaty shirt.

"The water looks really nice. You should go in," he said.

"Trying to get rid of me?" Sirius grinned, nudging Remus arm playfully. Remus smiled wryly.

"No, I just...you don't have to stay here for my sake. I know it's too hot."

"Then why don't you go in yourself?" Remus gave him a look.

"Scars? Can't take off my clothes with the girls around."

"Oh."

Sirius let is eyes wander over the lake. The afternoon sun was glistening at the surface. It did look quite nice. But he couldn't go in either. A thought popped up in his head and he pondered it for a while. Should he suggest it? Or was it a bad idea? He still wasn't over Remus - the whole beard situation had made it so much worse. Something about Remus with a moustache had been very attractive. Even though he had looked like a right dork, Sirius had found himself thinking about snogging him way to much. He probably shouldn't be alone with him. It was a bad idea. But the rational part in him didn't have much to say currently.

"There is a second pier over there, between the trees. You can't see it from here. Prongs showed it to me earlier, I guess he plans on going there with Lily..." he kept plucking at the gras again. Remus seemed interested.

"Are you sure it is hidden enough?"

"Well can you see it?"

Remus peered over the lake and seemed sufficiently convinced. He closed his magazine and stood up.

"Are you coming with me?"

"Yes, sure," Sirius replied a little too eagerly.

Sirius led Remus along the little trail along the lake until they reached the promised spot. It was a shaded little plateu bordering onto a pier that stretched out a few meters into the lake, surrounded by trees shielding them from views. Remus grinned in exitement and started to take his clothes of. Sirius tried his best to look anywhere else without it seeming like he was trying to look anywhere else. But his eyes kept being drawn towards Remus lanky body being exposed section by section. Sirius wanted to wrap his arms around him and press kisses against his prominent collarbones, trail his fingers along his scars, run his tounge over his neck...Fuck. This was bad.

Remus had finished undressing, had turned his underwear into swim trunks and now looked at him expectantly.

"Are you not going into the water?"

"Nah. Can't."

Remus frowned questioningly.

"Can't really swim." Sirius drew circles with his foot into the dusty soil.

"You can't swim?!"

"My parents didn't think that it was a necessary skill to have. So no. I mean I can hold myself over water for a bit, I guess but I don't really...I don't like it." Remus looked like he was pondering a thought.

"Well...I could teach you. If you want to?" Sirius laughed nervously. The last thing he needed was Remus touching his bare skin while he was suspended in the water.

"No thanks, I'll just put my feet in." He sat at the end at the pier, dangeling his feet into the cold lake. Remus looked a bit skeptical but shrugged and then jumped in, sending a huge splashing wave onto Sirius. A bit taken aback he wiped the water out of his face. Remus head reappeared below him.

"Oh, shit sorry. I didn't mean to drench you." Remus laughed and wiped his wet hair off his forehead.

" 's fine," Sirius replied and splashed Remus a little with his foot. Merlin, Remus looked so good. His boney shoulders poked out the water, sun glistening on the droplets on his skin, his head tilted back slightly, his lips and cheeks flushed - Sirius regretted not taking the offered swimming lessons. His heart squirmed in his chest and he could feel the familiar faintness, that overcame him sometimes when he was alone with Remus. This had been a mistake. A terrible mistake. Why had he taken him here, to the bloody couples spot? What had he been thinking?

Remus swam a couple rounds, always careful to not leave their little private alcove and finally pulled himself back onto the pier, sitting next to Sirius, dripping cool water. They sat quietly for a few minutes. Seemingly enjoying the calm. But Sirius heart was racing. Remus was so fucking close. And still shirtless. This should not bother him so much. Just act natural.

He carefully turned to catch a look at Remus and quickly turned back when he realized that Remus was looking at him. Remus cleared his throat. Sirius cursed at himself.

"Did you cool of well?" He asked, just to keep the silence from getting uncomfortable. Remus nodded.

"The water is really refreshing. You really missed out."

Sirius smirked and pointed at his still soaked shirt. "I think I got plenty of the refreshing water, thank you."

Remus laughed playfully. "I think you could handle some more."

He quickly leaned down, cupped some water in his hand and, before Sirius could react, he pressed it into his neck. Sirius yelled in shock.

"Eww Remus stop it," he laughed. Remus giggled. They were so close. Sirius could feel the water running down his spine. Remus was so close. He was right there. Fuck. Kiss him. No. He couldn't. They were just friends. He couldn't. This was wrong. He turned back to the lake when suddenly he felt something on his cheek. Sirius slowly turned back. Remus stared at him wide eyed, hands tightly gripping the edge of the pier as if he had to hold onto something. Sirius fingers slowly wandered to the spot, where Remus just kissed him. Had this really happened? Did he just imagine it? Maybe Remus had just wiped away a water bead...He didn't know what to say. Or to do. He knew what he wanted to do but...could he? Could he really? Sirius didn't have time to come to a conclusion, because Remus suddenly jumped to his feet, frantically gathering his clothes, mumbling apologies before hurrying back towards the lake cabin. Sirius still sat there, frozen, for a couple seconds. Maybe a minute. He wasn't sure. Then his mind finally restarted and he realized. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran. Along the trail his foot got caught, he fell and scraped his knee pretty badly but he didn't pay much attention to it. He needed to talk to Remus now.

When he reached the cabin, completely out of breath, a quick scan of the lake side showed no Remus so he entered the house.

"Remus?" he called into the empty kitchen and living room. He quickly ran upstairs, storming into the room he shared with Remus and Peter. Remus, in the middle of throwing his belongings into his suitcase, spun around startled.

"What are you doing?" Sirius aked breathlessly, pointing at the suitcase. Remus squeezed his eyes shut briefly and then continued packing.

"I am packing. I should leave. I am so sorry, Sirius. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I just...I am so sorry, please don't tell the others," Remus pleaded without looking at Sirius. Sirius stared at him. Suddenly he had no idea what to say. But maybe he knew what to do.

With a few steps he was next to Remus, grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. Remus looked so deeply worried, it broke Sirius heart. But he could fix this. He swallowed his remaining worries, cupped Remus face with his hands and pressed his lips on Remus'. The feeling was much more intense than he could have ever imagined. Butterflies swirling around from his stomach into his throat cutting of his air. He was about to pull away, when Remus grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer. A pathetic noise escaped his mouth as their kiss deepend and their bodies melted together like wax. Remus lost his balance and they both toppled over onto the bed, their lips never separating. Sirius wrapped his arms tightly around Remus, his tounge licking over his lips only to be met by Remus own tounge and this time they both made the pathetic noise.

They were entirely entangled, Remus bottom lip caught between Sirius', Remus hand had slipped unter Sirius shirt, when they heard approaching footsteps. Quickly, they clambered apart, Sirius falling of the bed in the process, before the door was flung open and Peter entered. He only glanced briefly at them before making his way to his bed.

"Ah, we were wondering where you are."

"What are you doing up here anyway?" Sirius snarled, disgruntled by the interruption.

"Madeleine said she was getting cold so I am getting her my cardigan." Peter said proudly and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Sirius gave him a blank look. "Why don't you get her her own cardigan?"

"Because this way, she'll be wearing my clothes." Peter replied as if that cleared anything up. Sirius looked up to Remus, confused. Remus just shrugged his shoulders.

"See you in a bit guys, gotta get back to the girls." Peter left the room waving at them with the most tasteless piece of clothing that Sirius had ever laid eyes on. When the door closed behind him, Remus let out a relieved sigh and slid down to sit next to Sirius. They looked at each other and giggled, still exhilarated by the kiss.

When they went back downstairs the others had moved inside as well. Peter was in the living room, chatting animatedly with a slightly overwhelmed looking Madeleine, shooting occasional glances to her two friends who were sitting on the opposite couch. Sirius and Remus found James in the kitchen with Lily, unpacking snacks and getting the butterbeer from the cooling cabinet.

"Ah there you are. You suddenly vanished," James scolded them.

"I had a headache from the sun and Sirius kept me company." Remus lied expertly. He must be used to come up with excuses, Sirius thought, still feeling a little bad about not telling James the truth but if Remus didn't want to tell the others yet, he was willing to wait.

His worries turned out to be pointless though, since James took one hard look at him and gasped in shock.

"You told him didn't you?"

"What?! I don't know what you're talking about."

"Told me what," Remus asked carefully.

"Oh my god, don't tell me he likes Remus," Lily was swatting at James excitedly.

"I...excuse me?" Sirius still tried to play it off as a bottomless accusation, when Remus asked: "You like me?"

The genuine surprise in his voice threw Sirius off.

"Yes?! Of course what on earth did you think this was about?"

"I don't know, I thought maybe you just needed to blow off some steam or something.."

"What?" How could Remus think that? Why would he think that? Blow off some steam, really! What if that was all this had been for him. What if he didn't like Sirius after all? He suddenly felt nauseaus.

"Oh my god what did you guys do up there," Lily giggled, not noticing the downward spiral of Sirius' emotions. James gave him a concerned look but didn't stop him when he turned towards the front door, mumbling something about fresh air and stepped outside.

The air was in fact anything but fresh, but he needed to get away from this conversation. As far away as possible. He let his feet carry him, until he sank down on a tree stump, staring onto the lake. His mind was chaos. Everything he had felt in the past hour, the relief that his feelings weren't unrequited after all, the bliss of Remus' touch, the drunken happiness - all of that was swallowed by a feeling of dread. Remus didn't like him. Of course he didn't. Why would he. Remus was nice. He probably liked nice people. And Sirius was a lot of things but he certainly wasn't nice. Fuck, why had he let himself believe that it could be any other way. He was such an idiot.

Too busy with blinking away his tears he didn't notice Remus approaching.

"Sirius? Are you mad?"

Sirius jumped to his feet, startled, quickly wiping over his eyes.

"No. It's fine. You...I guess maybe we should have talked, before we...but that's my fault. It's fine." Remus frowned a little.

"So you don't like me?"

Sirius took a second to decide on his answer but he figured that at this point he might as well just get it over with.

"Yes. I do. But it's fine. You don't have to like me back."

"But I do!" Remus took a step towards him, his hand hovering briefly in the air, as if he wasn't sure whether he was still allowed to touch Sirius. "I just didn't...think that you would like me too. That just seemed so unlikely to me."

Sirius ran a hand trough his hair and sighed, frustrated.

"Why would that be unlikely?"

"Well, because look at you! And then look at me. We are not really on the same level, Sirius."

"Nonsense."

"Oh come on Sirius I really don't look that great."

"I love the way you look." Sirius said quietly. Remus blanked. That wasn't a statement you could argue with.

"And besides that," Sirius continued "do you think that I am that shallow? Do you think I pick the people I like solely based on looks?"

"Well, no but..."

"But what?" Sirius asked combatively.

Remus gave up.

"So you really like me?"

"I will not spell it out for you, Lupin." Sirius crossed his arms, annoyed. He felt raw from the emotional rollercoaster and lacked the patience for Remus inferiority complexes.

"Right," Remus cleared his throat. "So...what does that mean? Are we...what are we?"

Sirius gaze softned again and he stretched out his hand to brush over Remus' fingers. He just needed to touch him.

"Whatever you want."

Remus gave him an agonized look. "What do you want?"

"I asked you first."

"You didn't ask, you stated."

Sirius rolled his eyes. Why did he have to do all the hard work here? Their relationship was off to a great start.

Relationship. "Well, would you like to be my boyfriend then?" he asked, heart thumping in his chest.

Remus smiled brightly and nodded. "Yes, I would like that, actually." Sirius sighed in relief.

"Great. Now that that's settled, let's get back inside before Prongs starts worrying." He turned to walk back to the cabin, when Remus grabbed his hand, stopping him.

"Wait. One thing...I...I am not sure I'm ready for...well for everyone to know. I mean James and Lily and Peter are fine but at school...could we maybe keep it a secret for now?" Sirius frowned a little but nodded. "Sure, of course we can Moons."

Remus squeezed his hand.

"Thank you."

Anything for you, Sirius thought, as they made their way back, hand in hand.

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siriusmistakes · 7 months ago

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「 ✦ robert sheehan . cis male. he/him. gryffindor + hogwarts alumni.✦ 」 was that SIRIUS BLACK seen wandering the streets of diagon alley ? the TWENTY-FOUR y / o ANIMAGUS was last seen in THE HOG’S HEAD. i hear they are working as a BARTENDER and have sided with THE ORDER. they have been described as PASSIONATE + RECKLESS with the familiarity of bloodshot eyes as he counts the hours until the sun rises; the smell of smoke clinging to his skin, his skin, and lingering on his breath; laughter–too loud and too frequent yet not always entirely genuine; the warmth of the hearth on rainy days. they have been heard humming WE COME RUNNING by YOUNGBLOOD HAWK

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

Full name: Sirius Orion Black

Age & birthday: 24, November 3

Blood status: pureblood

Occupation: Bartender at The Hog’s Head

Former House: Gryffindor

CHILDHOOD & HOGWARTS

Childhood growing up at Number 12 Grimmauld Place was never one filled with endearment, or hugs and kisses, or, really, affection of any kind. Grimmauld Place had very strict rules, and a strong-willed, energetic young boy always had difficulty following them. He was meant to stand a certain way, to get rid of that “horrendous” London dialect and speak eloquently, to be poised and elegant and graceful. Politeness was taught and etiquette was a requirement. All in all, a Black was meant to be the face of what a good, strong, respectable pureblood should be. There was a reputation to uphold, after all.

Sirius Black always found these rules difficult to follow.

He was energetic, exuberant, always wanting to play in the square with his little brother, tracking mud into the house without any regard for the extra work this would mean for the house-elves. He slouched, he rocked back and forth on his heels, he hid upstairs at family parties to gawk at all the people and make up scandalous stories. Of course, Orion and Walburga would never reprimand him at such events, that would be rude, but words and blows were dealt with properly, as they should, in the comforts and confines of their own home.

However, growing up around all purebloods, being entrenched in their fair society, Sirius grew up prejudiced. Of course muggleborns were lesser than he was; he could trace his lineage on their dining room wall, could trace the decades of magic that allowed him to even exist. There was no doubt that, despite their rules and regulations, his family had the correct ideas about blood purity.

That was, until the age of ten, when his darling mother, Walburga, introduced him to a charming pig-tailed girl and told him that he ought to get to know her now and be very nice to her at Hogwarts, because they were to be married in just a few years. Married. The idea of it shocked him. He didn’t know this girl. He didn’t care about this girl. But the idea of his life being arranged for him, the idea of spending it with a stranger, baffled him. Protestation was not allowed, not with all the onlookers, not until they were home. But this was the first straw, the first hint of wrongness, the first hint that maybe, just maybe, things were not as cut and dry as The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black made them out to be.

The chaos had all begun on the first of September. His mother had sat him down and told him that being in Slytherin was the family legacy and that he, as the eldest son and carrier of the family name, wouldn’t do anything to tarnish their sparkling legacy. Then, she’d dressed him up nicely and brushed his hair so it wouldn’t fall into his eyes. And that had been the closest thing to affection she had shown him in years (even if it was for her own benefit, she couldn’t have an unruly-looking son running around the platform where people of all sorts could see), and it would be the last time, as well.

Sirius had ended up in a compartment with three other first years: James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. From the very beginning, the four of them had instantly clicked, though it had come as a real shock to them that all of Sirius’ family, dating far back into history, had all been sorted into Slytherin. Not a single person bearing the surname of Black had been an exception. Ever. At the tender age of eleven, he was terrified to not be put into Slytherin -- didn’t want to suffer the repercussions of breaking tradition, didn’t want to stick out (though he supposed he already did). His entire family had been in Slytherin. He was a Black. It was what was supposed to happen. It was law. But, a small inkling in the back of his head, sitting in that scarlet steam engine, was that these three perfect strangers already seemed to be nicer to him than his family ever had, that they laughed with him and joked with him and treated him just like everyone else.

But, the decision wasn’t up to him. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and he had sat there for what seemed like hours (though was probably five minutes at the most) hearing the voice of the sorting hat going through his mind. He was ambitious, that much was certain. That ambition would serve him well in Slytherin. But, after sifting through his brain, was it really ambition? No. It was approval. He simply seeked approval from his parents, he wanted to be loved, but knew, even then, that was a standard he could never live up to. Knowing that he could not reach those standards, at age eleven, was a brave thing to admit to himself. Bravery, the hat knew, bravery is what that kid had. He needed a place that could embrace that courage and make it stronger. A place that would welcome him and bolster his confidence and self-worth. So, that’s what made Sirius Black different from day one. He was the first Black on record ever sorted into Gryffindor House.

The other boys from the compartment he’d met had also ended up in the same House and, coincidentally, in the same dormitory as well. Even from the beginning, there was a streak of mischief in all of them, however James and Sirius were the forerunners. They wreaked havoc around the castle and wound their way through secret passageways that were only accessible on Fridays, or when it was raining, or had to say an incantation in just the right volume. The four of them knew the ins and outs of the castle more in their first year than most students had in their seven years at Hogwarts.

Sirius Black’s first term had brought him into a world that he had never known before. A world where there were people who would stand up for him and with him, he was a star of the first year, with top marks in the majority of his classes (he never could quite get the hang of potions and History of Magic bored him to tears), and quite a lot of detentions under his belt. He would have said that it was a success if he’d ever seen one.

Though, his feelings of grandeur had deflated inside him like a balloon as soon as he had stepped off the train for the winter holidays and had seen the look on his mother and father’s faces. They hadn’t said a word to him as they swept him off the platform. Those were the Blacks in a nutshell, speechless with anger but too much dignity to make a scene in front of everyone.

His brother had run upstairs as soon as he possibly could, not wanting to get caught in the middle of everything. Regulus had been like his father in that way–quieter–because Sirius, though he would never admit it, was like his mother. Loud and confrontational and never one to back down from a fight. But Sirius had just stood there, for once, his hair long and unruly, his face a smile, bursting to tell his parents everything that had happened at school. Because, though he had known they would be upset with his sorting, he’d hoped his 111% in Transfiguration would help them to see that he was not besmirching them.Despite their lack of warmth and affection, he still craved approval from his parents. But, as soon as he had opened his mouth, his mother had opened his trunk, and a pair of Gryffindor robes were thrown at him, followed by his mother’s hand cracking across his face. She told him he was a disgrace upon the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, how dare he allow himself to be sorted into any other House besides Slytherin. She had spit the word Gryffindor at him like a curse, but told him he would have to come home at holidays because the Black Family had an image to uphold, even though he threatened to tarnish it. Orion had stood there, arms crossed and looking furious, but not uttering a word.

Then, they’d sent him upstairs with his trunk, and locked the door from the outside. That was when the whispers and thoughts from Kreacher had begun; every time the elf brought him a tray of food, he’d mutter about what a disappointment his Mistress had raised. Sirius despised him for it.

Sirius had cried and cried, until the only thing left in him was emptiness. So, he’d put everything he had into his winter work. The homework was checked over once, twice, three times before he claimed it finished; each potion ingredient was written in the most careful handwriting; each charm was pronounced perfectly, then a separate wand movement to accompany it. He’d had objects moving around the room with a swish and flick of his wand. But, before he left to go back to Hogwarts, he’d stuck a Gryffindor pennant to the wall behind his bed. There was still a part of him that hoped to impress them, that good marks (despite the numerous detentions) would put him in their favor, that he could still live up to his family name.

He had never been happier to be out of that house again, and back at Hogwarts, where he had friends that were his family. His marks were impeccable, though he was there around every corner, with all four of his quartet, waiting with a clever ruse. It was Minerva McGonagall who had penned the name, referring to each outing as a maraud, and that there was nothing that she could do to stop the raids (though that didn’t stop her from putting them in detention every other day).

His first four years at Hogwarts passed in a blur of happiness. Love and havoc and top marks, and going home and being banished on holidays, each time he was home, he brought more and more Gryffindor decorum to enhance his Grimmauld Place lodgings (and trying to sneak out to the Potters’ whenever he got the opportunity). Grimmauld Place was the opposite of Hogwarts’ loud and raucous atmosphere, and was instead greeted by house-elves and occasionally punctuated by (though he never acknowledged these) a sweet or note or particularly interesting Daily Prophet article, left for him by his little brother. If he was still in the heart of London, owls would be constantly swooping in and out of his window, though he was usually at the Potters’ during the majority of breaks; they treated him like a second son.

He still feared his family, feared their hold on him and place in society. He disagreed with their ideologies, now, that muggles and muggle-borns were lesser. Hadn’t he met perfectly nice muggle-borns? Hadn’t Lily Evans always been neck and neck with him and James in classes? He was beginning to think for himself, and the shouting matches between he and Walburga were enough that they could shake the rafters (though, on occasion he might discuss the Daily Prophet with his father).

It was the summer before sixth year that had done it, that had been the breaking point. He’d received his ten outstanding OWLs (and an acceptable in Potions but he wasn’t going to talk about that) and there was a glow of pride in him. He still clung to that hope, though the rational part of him knew that it wasn’t ever happening, that he could impress them. That Walburga would finally treat him the way she did Regulus – because, of course, he was their shining, shimmering golden boy – that maybe his successes could negate his blood traitor, Gryffindor ways. That, however, was never going to be the case.

Instead, with a quick flick of her wand, the exam results burst into flame and crumpled to ash. She said that nothing he could ever do would repair things, that he’d embarrassed them, that he hung around with people unbefitting to his status, though his status then was even laughable. Hot, unadulterated rage had erupted inside him, anger so strong that, for once, he was left speechless. So he summoned his trunk, walked to the fireplace, and in a rush of green flames, he never looked back.

He no longer acknowledged any of them, even Regulus. At school, he’d occasionally jeered at his family, poking fun at them as if it were all a big joke, but stone cold silence, he felt, was how it had to be done. His last two years at Hogwarts did their best to put his familial situation from his mind, after all, he now had three brothers instead of one who couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him.

He’d made a name for himself despite, and in spite of, the disappointment from The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black.

BARTENDING BANANZA

Sirius still isn’t quite sure how he secured a position at The Hog’s Head. It went like this:

Aberforth: You’re here so much you might as well work here.

Sirius: Alright

And he never left. It’s now been four years and he’s become mildly infamous for giving away free drinks to attractive people, claiming its their birthdays, standing atop the bar while using a summoning charm to refill patrons’ drinks, and getting distracted talking to his friends while he’s on the clock. But, he cleans, and so glasses are covered in much less dust, and he’s gotten a younger crowd in, so Aberforth tends to keep him around. Plus, Sirius suspects the old man has a soft spot for him (they have an estranged brothers bond that neither one has spoken of but Sirius knows he feels it too).

Sirius’s time is split between the dusty old pub and Order duty – he does a lot of good undercover work as Padfoot.

RANDOM FACTS & TIDBITS

HEADCANONS

Padfoot is a Newfoundland. An absolute bear of a dog that doesn’t know any form of personal space. He often sleeps in his animagus form because his human thoughts dull ever-so-slightly when he’s a canine. (He also makes a lot of werewolf jokes when he’s not within Remus’ earshot that he already turns into a dog and so being bitten by a werewolf would give him double dog superpowers).

Sirius joined the Order right out of Hogwarts. He wanted his own say, wanted to make a difference against Death Eaters (and his family) but now, with the werewolves in control, he feels more guilt at fighting them.

After his sixth year, since he was of age, he began work on an old motorbike. It was a piece of junk, to begin with, found somehow in a muggle junkyard and picked up by a particular wizard who felt as if the rules didn’t apply to him. So, he’d somehow fit parts back together (a bit of Reparo here and there), then, with all the intelligence and fancy wand-work he possessed, enchanted it to fly. It was an all summer project that he worked on in between doing his work. He would have ridden it to Kings Cross to show off, but he couldn’t imagine just leaving it there for who knows how long. Instead, he just bragged about his ‘baby’ to anyone who would listen.

Sirius is a walking oxymoron. He’s loyal yet deceptive; he’s selfless, yet has a hell of an ego; he’s reckless yet- no, just reckless. But how can this be? Oxymorons don’t make sense! To the people he cares about, Sirius will stick with them 100%, no questions asked. He’s a huge believer in one-for-all and all-for-one, no man left behind. He’d go over a cliff, for any of those he loved without hesitation. Yet, to those he’s not so fond of, the deception comes in. He could lie, cheat, and steal his way to the ends of the earth, so long as his people were out of the way and unharmed. At the same time, there is no question that Sirius thinks he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread which is saying a lot because he loves sliced bread. However, there’s also that hidden vulnerability that his ego tends to hide. He struts like a peacock, but those feathers are all truly for show. And, though he sometimes doesn’t have the most tact in the world and may say the first thing that comes to mind – he truly does put others before himself. Except people he doesn’t like - then he’s going to upset them; he’s going to mean it and they’ll have deserved it.

Sirius is messy. He always, always has been. In a house that was ordered and regimented to a fault, this was once again a flaw that he had in which others, if they had it, could hide. He’s messy in the “that sock is right underneath that shirt which is stuffed behind my dresser” way that he knows exactly where everything is, but to an onlooker it would be pure chaos. It drove his dorm mates nuts, because whatever he touched seems to just explode, and his tie will end up hanging from Peter’s bedpost and a shoe will find its way into James’ trunk.

Sirius is a whiz at nonverbal magic. He first really began to learn it due to laziness, but picked it up really quickly. His mind is constantly sharp, so his tendency to show off with nonverbal spells has that much more increased.

AESTHETICS

Sirius Black is fire. He is staying up too late at night, knowing fully well that you have to be up early in the morning. He is laughter - too loud and too frequent. He is vulnerability and talking about the future that he wants to have, but doesn’t think he will. He is spitting his drink out in a fit of laughter. He is taking his anger out on someone due to other issues. He is never wanting to be at home. He is friendship. He is staying inside on rainy days and talking for hours. Sirius Black is the first lightning strike in a thunderstorm, right when the electricity could be felt in the air.

Adrenaline kicking in, he’s a sprint across a field, feeling as if something is chasing him. He’s loyalty, and the comfort of a dog snoozing in front of a fireplace. Sirius is running late to all Order meetings; he’s cold hands and snow covered cobblestones. Sirius Black is screaming so much you lose your voice. He is collapsing into silent sobs, torn between two parts of himself. Sirius Black is drying someone else’s tears while holding back his own. He is a phoenix, coming from such hurt and sorrow, and flourishing, setting things ablaze in glory.

Using sarcasm and humor to cover up his inner pain and hurt. Sirius is staying up into the wee hours of the morning, talking about everything under the sun. He’s cracked lips and bloodshot eyes with dark circles underneath. Sirius Black is a hand on your shoulder, steadying himself even more than the other person. He is making a cup of tea in the morning, trying to keep himself awake. He’s the strict use of the buddy system at all times.

Sirius Black is the last call at the bar, a smirk on his lips asking the bartender to come home with him. He’s a tremor in his fingertips as they hold a mug of coffee the next morning to stave off a hangover. He’s the smell of smoke clinging to his skin, his hair, and lingering on his breath. He’s fits of sullen as well as being the life of the party. Sirius is never wanting to be alone, afraid of what his mind will do to him. He’s the ghosts of his past sneaking up on him in the dead of night, whispering, whispering, whispering.

Sirius is hours upon hours of waiting for the sun to rise. He is begging the ghosts to stay away, not having enough energy to fight. He is night terrors and shouting in his sleep and shaking so violently he couldn't walk in a straight line. He is pain. He is anguish. He is agony.

BITS & BOBBLES

Residence: a flat in Muggle London, walking distance to The Leaky Cauldron

Wand: 10 inches, ebony wood, dragon-heartstring core, surprisingly springy

Patronus: rat terrier

Sexuality: pansexual

Height: 5’10 – he doesn’t want to talk about it

WANTED CONNECTIONS

The Regular – The person who comes into the Hog’s Head on a regular basis, Sirius knows their drink order by heart. They know each other better than they should, considering they’ve never really interacted outside the pub.

Unlikely Friends – Maybe (?) an Order member that is the complete opposite of Sirius. No one expected them to get on as well as they should.

Family Drama – A friend of my enemy is.. My friend? Someone who knows the Black family, is maybe friends with the others, but it’s kind of awkward but not unkind.

Ex-Childhood Fiance – this one is pretty self-explanatory. I just think it’d be a laugh (bonus points if they ever got together because Sirius would actually hate that his mother would be proud)

Grew Up Together – also pretty self explanatory, maybe a friends-to-enemies vibe. I just want more uncomfortable situations that Sirius hates.

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robynlilyblack · 3 years ago

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A pretty boy and his pretty girl

Sirius Black x fem! reader

{Requested - see request here x}

Summary: Sirius makes a bet he can play y/n, but she doesn’t succumb so easily to his charms, but will he to hers?

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of food, feeling nauseous, nudity, sex and loss of virginity (nothing explicit), major angst in parts bring the tissues, Sirius being a bit of an arsehole in the beginning, mean things being said about the reader, oh and the length because it’s a monster haha

A/n: 13.2k words, i wrote so much 😅, Gryffindor reader also i will appoloise for any mistakes because of the length but i think i got major ones xx thank you for the request as you can tell i loved it and went overboard hehe. I’ve definitely made this my own and i’m pretty proud of it, theres also self indugent fluff sprinkled in there but who doesn’t love fluff and angst mixed together 💛

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Sirius Black could get anyone he wanted, it was like a game to the boy, pick some random unfortunate soul and pursuit them. Each one was different but it always ended the same, sometimes there was a chase, other times all he’s have to do is flirt and he had them in the nearest broom closet. His favourite was those that played hard to get, yet they knew and he knew that it was all just an act, an act used to prolong the inevitable.

You on the other hand had stayed off of his radar despite being a fellow Gryffindor. Many assumed you were shy but that’s what you wanted them to think, in truth you were just the quietly confident type and kept your business, just that, yours, holding your own. You had managed to go 6 full years without ever having a conversation with the boy, you had worked with Remus a couple of times and sat with him along your dorm mates, Lily, Marlene and Dorca many a time in the library, hell even James knew of you due to your friendship with Lily. Unfortunately, you didn’t stay hidden from his eye forever and so began a very dangerous game

“Pads you think you could put a sock on the door or something next time…how am I supposed to look the Ravenclaw captain in the eye again after seeing them strapped to your bedframe” James shakes his head with a repulsed expression trying to get rid of the image

Peter and Remus make similar expressions “You know you could actually take someone on a date first or at least one which doesn’t end with you shagging them in the bathroom of the three broomsticks” the latter remarks taking a bite of his breakfast while his eyes stay fixed on his book

“Prongs sometimes there isn’t time to put a sock on the door if you ever got laid you’d know that and Remus why the hell would I ever do that?” he laughs at them like the suggest was absurd

Sirius had never been one to grow attached, sure he had flings he cycled back to when he was busy or his current conquest was taking their sweet time but a real relationship there was no way

“Hey” James whines “It’s true but don’t rub it in mate, some of us actually want more than sex” he notes as his eyes drift down the table to the redhead who was currently sitting next to Dorca with you and Marlene across from her

Sirius follows his eyes “Ah yes I forgot you don’t want to cheat on the girl who has never shown interest…in you” his words slow down as hears you laugh at something Dorca says, the sound like music to his ears as he admires how pretty your smile is “Who is that beauty?” he asks looking back at the other boys “And why haven’t I seen her before” he remarks

“If you are talking about Marlene or Dorca I’m pretty sure you a) know them and b) know they are very much in love with one another” James answers confused while Remus looks down the table, closing his eyes a second as he realises he talking about you

Remus knew it would happen eventually and he knew that out of everyone you were actually a great match for Sirius, but not the Sirius before him, no, the Sirius he would grow to be a couple year down the line, a version that would see you as more than another play thing

“That’s y/n” he says reluctantly, knowing if he didn’t answer he’d find out some other way

“Y/n?” James eyes Remus before his eyes widen as he smiles “Oh y/n, yeah she’s nice” he nods looking down the table, you were nice, even slipped him some info about how to woo your friend

“I’ve heard she’s quiet, doesn’t talk much must be shy” Peter adds joining the conversation

Remus focus’ on his book trying not to smile “Perfect, haven’t had a shy one in a while” Sirius notes eyes trailing back to you again as he licks his lips

“Nah” James shakes his head

“Nah” Sirius mock him “Why nah?” he does it again looking at him baffled

James shrugs “I just don’t think you could get her” he says plainly, not that he knew much about you but from the conversations he’d had with you and others with Marlene he found you weren’t the dating type, you’d never even had a boyfriend

“I get everyone” he insists “No one can resist me” he says cockily to which Remus rolls his eyes, he loved Sirius but boy could he be a prized wanker when it came to things like this

“Wanna bet?” James says half-jokingly

“Alright you’re on, what are the stakes?” Sirius agrees making James look at him surprised

“Sirius” Remus warns before turning to James “Don’t” giving him a look that screams ‘please don’t agree to this’

“Moony it’s fine, not like he’s going to win…” James shrugs before turning to Sirius “If I win, which I will, you need to…buy whatever the rest of us want from Hogsmeade, I’m talking everything and anything we want” he says confidently, he did feel a little twinge of regret but he was sure if anyone was going to resist his charms it was you besides it was just a harmless bet

“Deal” Sirius says right way “And if I win you have to do the same” he points at his friend who nods in agreement

“I like this…works out well for us either way” Peter muses nudging a little Remus who smiles at his friend briefly but wears a generally disappointed look

As the boys return to their meal and Sirius eyes you from afar, their conversation echoed around the hall in such a way it was overheard by one of Sirius’ recurring flings. She sat a little jealous but she knew that as soon as he was done with you he’d go back to her, right?

You were currently wandering around the hallways aimlessly with Marlene, both of you opting to skip Magical history as there was only so many times you could hear that man drone on before you died of boredom

Marlene stepped a bit in front proceeding to walk backwards as she pondered “You think the founders were fit? I know there are paintings of them but you think they were fuckable?” she notes to which a painting nearby huffs and she flips it off “Didn’t ask you mate”

You giggle at the paintings shock before replying “Maybe, but the real question is did any of them do each other, like can’t you just imagine Salazar and Godric having a scandalous love affair” you wonder

“Ooo” Marlene smirks adoring that narrative “Fine line between love and hate, everyone loves a tragic love story” you walk a few more paces before she speaks again “You know you’re a pretty good writer and with Dorcas drawing skills and my raw charisma we could make a book about it…muggles and wizards alike would love it” she waves her hands in the air

“Love what?” you both stop in your tracks to see Sirius leaning on the wall of the adjoining corridor

“Salazar and Godric’s secret affair” Marlene answers for you both giving the boy a smile

Sirius looks shocked but smirks “Well if you ask me…” he starts but is cut off by you

“But we didn’t ask you pretty boy” you say in a playful tone “Now…” you walk up to Marlene and loop your arm with hers “…if you’ll excuse us we were busy”

As you and Marlene walk off, Sirius is left in a pleased shock “Pretty boy?” he says to himself smirking “Oh this is going to be fun”

When you got back to your dorm after the interaction, Marlene gushed to Lily and Dorca, telling them that they should have seen the look his face when you called him that, while you felt uneasy. Six years you had avoided talking to him and you just had to say something didn’t you. The whole thing made you nervous he was finally going to notice you, you weren’t self-centred enough to think you would enamour him upon first sight but you knew he enjoyed your, now you thought of it, rather flirty remark.

Your fear came to pass as the next day when you were sat alone in the library and he approached you. Looking up you saw him wearing a smirk that you would just love to wipe off his pretty boy face but you said nothing, just returned to the book you were reading and ignored his presence

��Cat got your tongue today?” he quips plopping himself in the chair beside you, his comment made you roll your eyes but you kept your head fixed on your book “Come on don’t leave your pretty boy hanging”

You can practically feel his grin and when you glance over it was clear he was enjoying this a little too much “What do you want?” you ask in a kinder tone than he deserved, you were annoyed sure but you weren’t going to add any fuel to this chase he was trying to brew

His head tilts, surprised but that only furthers his intrigue, you were so unpredictable and it was quickly becoming addictive “I just want to spend time with a cute girl” he winks at you, you may be unpredictable but he could make everyone flustered “and get to know what’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours” he leans in a little, arm flexing as he leans on the table

What a line, you think before you think of something a little risky but in that moment you couldn’t resist “Well pretty boy…” you lean forward as well, placing your hand on his arm, fingers running up and down it

“Mhm” he hums smiling away, this was easier than I thought, he thinks

“…I thinking that you…” your other hand makes its way to his thigh as you lean in closer, noses so close to touching “…don’t have a chance” you kiss his cheek before you grab your book and walk away leaving him staring at the place you once were jaw dropped

Sirius sat there for a good few minutes, not only was he shocked but you left him quite flustered. As he snapped out of his daze he looked around checking no one saw, before he leaned back and slid down on the chair letting out a small laugh. If he wasn’t hooked before he sure as hell was now, you managed to combine two of the things he loved most. First, he loved those that played hard to get and second, he loved when they flirted back, but never had he met someone that did both to him and so smoothly.

Meanwhile you were walking quickly back to your dorm, once you got there you sighed in relief when you saw no one was in. Sliding down the door as you closed it, head leaning on it as you debated what you had just done. So much for under the radar, you just fucked the radar out the window and set fire to it. There was a part of you that liked it though, the feeling of pride that surged through you when his mouth dropped open and yet then there was another part that was terrified because you were sure he was never going to stop now. The question was, did you want him to?

Over the next weeks Sirius never let up and neither did you, every time he approached you, he would flirt then you’d say some witty comment back and or combine that with your own flirting before making your exit. You enjoyed it, you didn’t think you were one to like flirting since every time someone had tried before you shut it down, you’d never even kissed anyone. Surprisingly flirting was very similar to your usual sarcasm, just throw in some body language, the odd compliment and you were a natural.

You huffed as you racked through your bag, trying to find your quill, sure there was a side pocket in there you could use but no, that would be too easy. As you looked you felt a body side next to you, you didn’t look up as you assumed it was Marlene so you gently nudged them to say hi but as you did, you caught their scent

Looking up you saw Sirius smiling “Hey pretty girl” he greets

“Pretty boy” you acknowledge with an annoyed smile back “You forget where your seat was or something?” you ask wondering if this was his latest tactic

“Nope, this is my new seat” he states which makes you tilt your head “Well I may have suggested that me sitting with you would cause less trouble than be sitting with Prongs…James” he says, correcting the nickname

“You trouble? Never” you say in a tone laced with sarcasm which makes him chuckle “Why did you really switch?” you ask genuinely

“Isn’t it obvious?” he shakes his head smiling “I want to spend more time with you” his tone is different than before; your mind could even trick you into believing it’s sincere

“Well I’d spend time with me I’m very interesting” you smirk before turning back to your bag “Yes!” you quietly cheer as you find the quill to which you look over at him noting he looks a little surprised “I found my quill” you elaborate as you pull it out of the bag

He nods letting out an ‘ah’ as he begins to get his own stuff out “You are very intriguing” he says glancing at you briefly

“And you are very persistent” you note yet there is a playfulness in your voice, a playfulness that gave Sirius hope you enjoyed these little interactions as much as he did

As the teacher spoke there was a tension between the two of you, but it was strangely comforting having him close. Usually you left right away, never staying too long but the prolonged contact was distracting. They way your shoulders were so close to brushing, or how your hand was mere centimetres from his, it was safe to say you weren’t learning anything this lesson so you began to doodle instead of writing notes, you were sure Lily wouldn’t mind letting you copy them later.

As you started scribbling a series of drawings along the side of your parchment Sirius’ eyes were glued on your free hand, he wondered what it would feel like to hold it, to hold you in his arms…what was happening to him? His eyes snapped back to his blank parchment trying to rack his brain to figure out what this feeling was even if he knew deep down. His eyes couldn’t stay away from you for long, lifting his head as he pretended to listen and read the blackboard behind the professor while his eyes flicked to the side, admiring your features. Tracing over your lightly parted lips, lips he wanted to kiss more than any other, the way your nose wiggled ever so slightly as you concentrated, then his eyes fell to your hand delicately sketching on the paper.

His throat felt a little tight as he turned back to his own, so he picked up his quill just to have something to hold and channel his emotions. As he was fiddling with the quill you’re eyes drifted towards it, you felt uneasy thinking that he was nervous about something especially since he was too busy with whatever it was to notice the professor had stopped talking and called from everyone to discuss the topic in pairs for the next 5 to 10 minutes.

“Sirius?” you gently place your hand over the one on the quill afraid he might snap it if he’s not careful

He looked over at you then down at your hands to which you quickly retract leaving him with an empty feeling, merlin what the hell is she doing to me, he thinks “Yeah?”

“Are you alright?” you ask not bothering to mask the concern, your head tilting as your eyebrows knit together

He seems to shake himself out of it returning to his usual cocky self, leaning forward “Worried about me darling?” he smirks

You let out an empty laugh shaking your head “Never” you say turning back to your doodles annoyed at yourself for caring in the first place and for warm feeling spreading across your chest at the pet name

Your disappointment made Sirius regret his reply immediately quietly sighing as he turned back to his own paper. The rest of the class dragged in, when it ended it was Sirius making the quick escape, ignoring James and heading straight to his dorm. Dropping his stuff and flopped backwards onto the bed, not noticing one of his other friends was sitting on their own bed reading until he spoke

“Class that bad huh?” Remus chuckles closing his book and swivelling around to face him

Sirius huffs “What is it that’s so alluring about her, I just want to grab her face…” he gestures towards the air “…and kiss her, hold her…” he trials off breathing heavy “Why won’t she let me? it’s been almost a month no one resists me for that long…and no I’ve already checked with Marlene she does like guys” he answers as if that was the question Remus was readying himself to ask

“You know Pads maybe you should just forget the bet, it’s clearly messing with you” Remus suggests hoping he listens

“No, I am not a quitter, I won’t let prongs win” Sirius insists sitting up and pointing his friend “Sirius black always gets the girl even if she is the most…infuriately pretty…fascinating girl that ever lived” he sighs “Please help me”

Remus clenches his jaw for a second, thinking about what he should do, he didn’t want you to have your feelings played with but he also knew Sirius would never give up. He was at an impasse, weighting the options before he decided, there was a chance Sirius could fall for you, as small as if could be he had to hope for that outcome

“You ever thought about actually having a conversation with her?” Sirius looks at him confused “Without flirting, like genuinely get to know her and not…” he’s cut off

“Without flirting? Moony how will I get her to fall for me if I don’t flirt?” he says lost

“And how is that going for you?” he asks which makes Sirius think for a second be nodding in defeat

A few days later Sirius found you by a tree in the courtyard, he didn’t approach you right away, instead leaned against one of the archways and watched you, thinking of what to do. He tried to form a sentence in his head planning what to say, but all his stupid brain could think about was wanting to brush the little strand of hair from your face or maybe letting himself lay his head on your lap as you read…before he could begin to imagine anything else he shook his head and walked up to you

“Hey pretty girl” he greets, smiling at you as you raise your head to look at him “Can I join?”

“If I say no you’ll join anyway right?” you say with a little laugh shifting a little to pull your skirt down

Sirius watches your movements before his eyes flick back up “If you say no I’ll leave you alone” he says honestly

You look up at him “If you’re trying to use reverse psychology me that isn’t going to work” you say curiously

“Reverse?” his eyes flash with confusion before he shakes his head “Can I though?…join you I mean” you nod hesitatingly, this wasn’t the usual routine what was he playing at?

Sirius lowered himself next to you but kept a healthy inch apart even if that was an inch too far for his liking. He doesn’t say anything merely begins playing with the grass between the two of you so you return to your book. Much like before the silence is oddly comfortable and you find yourself resisting the urge to lean your head on his shoulder, merlin did you hate that he was beginning to have an effect on you

“What’s it about?” Sirius asks randomly chuckling as you eye him “The book?” he points to it

“Umm here” you hand it to him “I’m terrible at describing books so you’re best reading the blurb on the back” you confess “It only just came out this year”

As he takes the book his fingers brush over yours, breath hitching as he feels a small spark flow through him, so distracted with the sensation that he misses your own little gasp. He reads the summary carefully before turning back to you, your lip bitten showing the first sign of nerves he’s ever seen from you, it was clear you cared what he thought of the book

“Sounds interesting” he says earnestly “Could you read me some of it?”

You look taken aback by his request but nod taking the book and opening it, beginning to read the first page “The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village. It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of the West village…” your voice was soft and easy to listen too, leaning his head back on the trunk of the tree as you continued “…The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it happened to be the one he lived in. He had…” Sirius smiled closing his eyes, he’d never been one for reading but he’d listen to you read a novel if you’d let him

After a while your head slowly fell onto his shoulder as you continued to read aloud, feeling the vibrations as he chuckled while you did the little voices of the characters, in particular when Arthur told the man he could shove his bypass up his ass…okay you paraphrased but that’s what he meant

While you and Sirius bonded, two girls passed by the court yard spotting you through the archways “Looks like she’s finally given it up” one says

“Looks like it, shame the pretty little thing had no idea she’s a bet” she pouts “But once he’s used her up he’ll come crawling back to moi” she says wickedly, sure she was jealous of the intimacy between the two of you but she also knew Sirius never backed out of a bet and she’d have him again in no time

Over the next week you let Sirius in, you read more of the book to him, let him join you while you studied and sit next to you in the classes you shared. Every now and again you’d let out a quick remark and he would flirt with you but it felt different than before, every time he called you pretty girl your heart fluttered and you began to forget nor care about how many people he may have said this to before. You were falling for him, it terrified you but you couldn’t stop it, nor did you want to.

Eventually one day you were reading to him under the same tree in the courtyard during a free period “Wait hold up a minute!” your head leaves his shoulder at his exclamation “This guy has two heads” he holds up two fingers looking at you bewildered

“Yes” you confirm “He’s an alien” you giggle at him

“This book just keeps getting weirder and while we are on the subject of weird why do we always need a towel?” he shrugs bewildered to which you laugh at him “Stop laughing I want to know why?” he smiles brightly at you

“42” you answer with a mischievous look

“What’s 42?” he asks hesitantly

“The answer to everything” you say ambiguously shifting so one leg is crossed while the other is up to your chest, hands with the book in front of you as you head rests on your knee trying to hide the huge smile on your face

“You’re really cute when you do that” he notes

“Well wouldn’t be your pretty girl if I wasn’t somewhat cute” you say casually

He chuckles before it registers mouth dropping “You’re my pretty girl?” he asks looking at you hopefully

“You think I’d just read to anyone?” you say with a chuckle “But if you want I can go see if Remus or…” you taught him

He cuts you off “No no you’re mine now and if you are my girl now…” he says smirking, leaning forward as he gently manhandles you, moving your legs are out flat and positioning your back against the tree “I can do this” he says happily shifting to lay his head on your lap

You look down at him “Wow and I thought you’d ask for a kiss” you muse “turns out you’re just a big softie” you say teasingly

He lets out a laugh, sitting up for a moment “Well now I know that’s on the cards, can I?” he smirks

“On one condition” you request

“Anything” he says right away

“Make it a memorable one since it’ll be my…my first” you say the last part quietly

His eyes widen in surprise, slight guilt swelling but he pushes it away “Agreed but I have my own condition” he leans in noses brushing

“And what would that be?” you ask as you move in a little closer as well, stomach filled with butterflies as your lips graze when he speaks

“You officially be my pretty girl”

“The only one?”

“Only you”

About a month had passed since that day in the courtyard and you both were the centre of gossip. Some made bets of how long you’d last, ranging from one day to a month, others felt sympathetic for you being his latest victim while a handful looked at you with eyes full of jealousy. None more than a certain Ravenclaw who once too was the centre gossip, only you had lasted longer than her in resisting his charms as she was once called his biggest chase. Of course, less than a week in he grew bored, yet still came back every now and again for a shag.

You vexed her greatly, not only were you in what she felt was her place but he hadn’t even looked at her since his eyes fell upon you that breakfast. She was sure you hadn’t put out yet, and from her little friend in Gryffindor snooping in on you and Marlene’s conversations she found out why. She should have shivered at how cruel the situation was and a part of her knew that, but the big green monster in her stomach pushed away any sympathy especially after weeks had passed and you and Sirius had only gotten closer.

He hardly left your side, always had to be touching you in some way. He held your hand under the desk in class, your thigh at dinner now you, Marlene, Dorcas and Lily had moved up to sit with his friends much to another marauders delight. You and he were often seen with him laying his head in your lap as you read, or from her friend, cuddling on the couches in the Gryffindor common room. She hated the PDA, the lingering kisses, the way Sirius’ lit up in your presence, the way he’d nuzzle his nose with yours to make you giggle. However, the only silver lining was you and he were headed to the next level and after that he’d leave you high and dry.

She was currently headed back to Ravenclaw tower when she passed by the Marauders chilling out in an empty corridor, well three of them at least. She would have walked on by if she hadn’t overheard what they were speaking about, instead deciding to hide in the shadow of a pillar and eavesdrop

“I’m telling you he made me stay up until 4 this morning preparing and then made Wormtail skip class so he could set it all up” James says chuckling slightly

“What exactly does he have planned?” Remus asks his voice wavering a little

“He’s set up this little picnic in the astronomy tower, she’s been reading this space book to him and he’s going to point out all the stars…oh and there some special astro thing happening tonight as well, meteor shower I think” the boy explains

“You think they’ll finally you know?” Peter implies to which the girl feels her stomach turn

“I mean if he did all that for me you bet I’d drop my pants” James says securely

“Prongs” Remus scolds

“What? It’s romantic” he defends “Like you two wouldn’t either”

“Are you forgetting something” Remus says clearly trying to jog his friend’s memory

“Forgetting what?” James takes a second to recall “Oh shit the bet…I mean I doubt that’s still going, right?” the girl pokes her head out to see James looking a little worried as he looks between his friends

Peter shrugs “I really hope not, y/n so nice and I really do think she makes Pads happy” he says sadly

Remus nods in agreement “I think he loves her” the information makes the girls blood boil “He hasn’t mentioned the bet in ages, he goes on about how amazing she is to us, he’s planning a big event tonight for their one month…he can’t be going through with it still, if he is then he’s not the Sirius I know…there is no way he’d be that cruel” he says honestly, grimacing at the thought his friend would even consider such a thing

“Yeah…” James nods before a slight cheekiness takes over his features “…since he technically not going through with it I don’t have to buy you guys stuff, anymore do I?” he checks

“Well your words were ‘he couldn’t get her’ originally but we will lower it to you buying us anything we want from Honeydukes. Which means the expensive chocolate” he says with a large smirk

“The good stuff” Peter adds

The girl didn’t wait to listen any longer as Remus and Peter seemed to start talking about how this brand was the best. As she made her way through the corridors she felt angry at the idea that Sirius Black, her Sirius, fell in love. There was no way, he didn’t do love he’d said that so many times, he must be playing with you, you weren’t putting out so he had to make you fall in love that’s the only reasonable explanation

As she wandered she walked directly into someone “I’m so sorry” she hears the person say, still dazed from falling on her arse

“It’s…” she starts before her eyes focus and she realises she ran into you of all people “It’s okay…thank you” she says as you help her up

“Again, I’m so sorry” you apologise once more before beginning to walk off in the direction of the astronomy tower

“Y/n?” She calls out making you turn back, letting out a small ‘yeah’ with a confused look at how she knew your name “You’re in advanced Charms right?” you nod “Can I get your notes from last week I missed class since I had bad cramps”

Your face lights up as you nod “Yeah of course us gals got to look out for each other…I’ll come find you some point tomorrow with them, I’ve got plans tonight” you smile giving her a wave before walking off properly this time

As you climbed the stairs to the astronomy tower your stomach filled with excitement, you had been worried Sirius would get bored of you, or push you to go too fast but he had been perfect in every way. He insisted on you hanging out with his friends, asking about your family, you don’t do that unless you’re all in so as you got to the door you knew you were ready to be all in as well.

Walking in your heart skips seeing the blankets laid out, cushions surrounding one end, little charmed candles floating around and dinner along with extra snacks spread out, even some butterbeers poking out of the little basket.

As your footsteps lightly echo you see Sirius pop his head out from around the corner “Hey pretty girl” he smiles brightly making his way up to you “What you think?” he nods his head towards the romantic display, moving to wrap his arms around your waist from behind placing a gentle kiss to your exposed neck

You lean into him “eh it’s alright” you tease earning a playful squeeze to your sides before moves to blow into your neck making little fart noises, the vibrations tickling you “Siri!” you squeal

He pulls back “It’s Alright? Just alright this is the most romantic thing I could fathom I’m going to need to some more than it’s alright darling” he turns you round to face him, poking her cheek as he supresses his smirk

“Fine” you concede before proceeding to exclaim in fake awe “Oh Godric this is so romantic…it’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever…mhm” he shakes his head at you with the biggest smile before he cuts out off with a kiss, dipping his head down to capture your lips followed by his hands coming up to cup his cheeks

You can’t help but smile as he nuzzles his nose with yours briefly before he pulls back “I love it” you take his hand in yours pulling him over to the assortment of blankets and pillows “What time does the shower start?” you ask letting go of his hand as you sit down next to the blanket and begin taking off your shoes

He settles himself on the blanket, loosening his tie as he speaks “Around 10ish so we’ve got around an hour or so, plenty time” he reassures rolling his tie up and placing it to the side

You shuffle over onto the blanket next to him, beginning to loosen your own tie “So what’s on the menu?” you say leaning over to place your tie next to his before you loop your arms around his hugging it as you lean your head on his shoulder

“Well I got the house elves to make your favourite” he leans forward every so slightly to unveil the meal

You turn your head up to kiss his cheek “Thank you but I think I fancy dessert first” you ask in a tone that seems to go over your boyfriend’s head

“Yeah I got…” he starts but you tug on his shirt “What?” he looks at you confused

You giggle at him “No Siri…” you gently climb over onto his lap “not that kind of dessert pretty boy” your tug your bottom lip as your settle with your legs on either side of his, hands on his chest

His face forms into a smirk, hands running up and down your jumper clad sides “In that case you can give me some sugar” he winks

“You’re lucky I like you because that was an awful line” you ask as you lean in closer

“Still worked though” he nudges his nose with yours, as you whisper a quiet ‘it did’ before your lips meet

The kiss started as your normal make out session, Sirius pulling you in towards him by your jumper before proceeding to kiss from your lips to your jaw then down your neck. Your eyes close as his lips latch you’re your neck hands lacing with his hair, it’s only when you roll your hips does he pull back with a small groan

“We should eat before it gets cold” his voice breathy, chest rising and falling quickly

You pout, thinking for a second “What if we ate after?” you suggest

“After?” he smiles confused before the realisation washes over “Y/n…”

“I’m ready” you say sure but Sirius seems to look conflicted “Siri?” you tilt your head leaning forward a bit

“I don’t want to rush…” he struggles to form words as his throat feels tight, you and he had never gone further than this

“I want to…” you give him a smile but it falters your heart aching as you ask quietly “…do you not want…”

“No…” he cuts you off grips your arms before his eyes widen “Fuck no I mean yes…” he corrects “…yes of course I do” his voice softens as his hand comes up to gently caress your cheek “Merlin I’d be a lair if I hadn’t thought about it on more than one occasion…I know I set up this really romantic situation…” he looks around “…but that doesn’t mean you need to feel obligated…” he’s cut off buy your finger on his lips

“I know” you remove your finger taking his hand from your cheek and kissing his knuckles “I’m ready” you repeat

He gives you a small nod and a smile before moving in to kiss you again, gently manoeuvring the two of you so you are laying down, hair splayed across the pillow. He looks down lovingly as he begins to climb over you, leaning on his forearm as his hand runs from your waist up to your jaw before pushing a little strand of hair back behind your ear

“Tell me if you want to stop at anytime okay?” he looks at you watching as you nod “Words darling” he prompts placing a tender kiss to your forehead

“I’ll let you know”

Sirius arms were wrapped tightly around you while your head lay on his bare chest, fingers tracing over one of his tattoos “What is this one for?” you ask moving to rest on your chin as you peer up

He smiles “That one is for Remus” his hand moves to play with your hair “You don’t mind them, do you?” he asks with a slight vulnerability in his voice

You give him a little smile and shake your head before placing a delicate kiss on the inked skin “I think they are beautiful” you say softly glancing up at him “Just like you”

He smiles down at you, the kind of smile you’d only read about in books the kind that just screamed all the love in the world “What’s your favourite animal?” he inquires

You lean your head on his chest again as you ponder but as you are about to answer you notice the sky “Siri” you sit up not caring that the blanket that was once covering you had fallen down as you crawl down to the edge of the blanket “It’s starting” you turn back for a second smiling brightly before your eyes return to the streaking sky and your arm motions behind you for him to join

Sirius takes a second to admire your unclothed figure, eyes trailing down your spine and beyond the small of your back before he lifts the blanket and shifts down next to you. You move to sit on your butt, legs to your chest as he drapes the blanket around you both

As you grip on to the blanket he pulls your legs over his, placing a kiss to your temple “Wow” you breath out as you watch the sky, cuddling closer

“Almost as gorgeous as you my pretty girl” he nudges his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent

“Same could be said for you…my pretty boy”

The warmth of the sun woke you first, as your eyes fluttered open you vaguely saw the tattoos of Sirius’ chest and felt the little shapes he was tracing on your lower back

He must have felt the apples of your cheeks rising as you felt his voice vibrating from his chest “Morning” he pulls you up to plant a kiss to your hair

You look up to see him smiling at you “Morning” you can’t help but copy his expression

“So, I’m going to watch James practice this morning but after that I was thinking you could join us in sneaking to Hogsmeade?” He asks making no effort to move

You think for a second “Sounds good” you nod before remembering “Oh I told this girl I’d let her borrow my charm notes so I’ll go find her and help her with that then I’ll come to your dorm in the afternoon?” you explain

“Great it’s a plan, now before we have to leave…” His hands slide up and down your side’s eyes signalling to you “You wanna?”

After some morning fun you headed back to your dorm while Sirius offered to clear up the tower, walking into your dorm you said hi to Marlene and Lily who both eyed the very obvious bedhead amoung a few other things

“Looks like you had a very good night” Marlene smirks before turning to Lily “She didn’t come back either did she?”

“She did not” Lily nods in agreement “So…” she prods

You just smile excitedly and nod “twice” you hold up two fingers as you let out a happy giggle

Marlene lights up “You have to tell us everything! Are the rumours true is he packi…Lils come on like you’ve never wondered” she rubs her arm where Lily elbowed her

“What was it like?” Lily asks as you sit down across from them on your bed

“He was really sweet, kept asking to make sure I was comfortable” the girls looked pleased at that “and he told me he loved me” you say slowly still in disbelief yourself

“Before or after” Lily asks carefully

“After” you breathe out, heart jumping as Lily and Marlene smile, clearly happy with the answer

After a few more minutes of you explaining what happened Lily gives you a cheeky look “So…is he?”

“Hi” you call out to a younger girl “I’m looking for a girl in her final year, she has black hair about yay height wearing bright red lipstick?” you describe to the her as you stand awkwardly outside the entrance to Ravenclaw tower

“Oh, I know her…I think…give me a second?” you nod moving to lean on a wall nearby as you wait

Around five minutes later the girl in question comes out “Hi y/n, you got the notes?” she gives you a strange smile but you nod going into your bag and pulling them out

As you do her eyes hone in on your glowing appearance, the smile that doesn’t leave your lips and the small hues of purple that litter your neck where your jumper had slipped down

It was then that green monster took over and she did something horrible “Here” you hand over the notes “Do you want me to go over them?” you offer

“No that’s okay” she says in a worried voice “I do need the notes but that’s not why I wanted to talk to you yesterday…” she confesses making you look at her confused “You see I overheard Sirius’ friends talking yesterday and…” your felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach “they were talking about how tonight was the night he was going to complete the bet” she says looing sorry for you “I’m so sorry I should have said yesterday…I’m so sorry y/n” she apologises

You felt like all the life was drained from your body, the world swept from under you, your throat closing up as your heart sank “Are you sure they were talking about…me?” you confirm hoping the girl just misheard, the boys did make bets on random things

“I didn’t mishear…I wish I did believe me. When you said yesterday us girls got to look out for each other I was up all night worried that I never told you” she looks at you with a sympathetic expression

“It’s okay…thank…” you struggle to speak “thank you for…for telling me” you whisper as tears sting your eyes “Excuse me” you cover mouth with your hand, the tears falling as you quickly walk away

The girl would be a lair if she said she didn’t feel any guilt, she knew that was beyond cruel but in the moment all she saw was red. Meanwhile you couldn’t breathe, quickly ducking in the little crevice behind the nearest tapestry to let the tears flow freely as you slid down the wall, heart breaking. He wouldn’t, would he? You couldn’t have been just bet to him, he told you he loved you, he was gentle with you, he looked at you like you were the only person in the whole world, and yet as you thought back you remembered his hesitation, the wash of guilt you could swear you now saw in his eyes.

You had no idea how long you sat there crying but eventually you ran out of tears, the pain was overwhelming, you felt so used. You couldn’t even be angry you were just destroyed, you felt like your heart had been ripped out, how did you go from being the happiest girl in the world to this. After wiping your tears and spending a couple minutes composing yourself in order to make it back to your dorm, you started to go over everything. You wanted to go up to Sirius and ask him, shout at him, cry to him about how cruel he was but at the same time you needed a clear head, you needed to think.

As you made your way into the common room you spotted James, he looked like he was heading down to practice, you knew he was a bit forgetful and it looked like he forgot his gloves this time so Sirius was probably not around.

As you came closer you called out “James?” your voice a little shaky, even if you were trying to hide it he saw straight through, a worried look spreading across his features “Hey Y/n, everything alright?” he places his hand on your shoulder

You didn’t know if you wanted to hug him or slap him, did he know, had Sirius already bragged to him? James had become your friend, you thought you could trust him “Umm” you close your eyes trying to process, thinking of what to say

“Y/n…” his voice dripping with worry now “You want me to get Sirius?”

“No” you say quickly shaking your head “Just…umm…bad cramps. Can you tell him I won’t be able to make it later, I…I don’t feel very well” you lie but in your current state he believes you and pulls you in for a hug?

You freeze a second before accepting it, your brain even more confused than before “You want us to get you chocolate while we are out?” he offers with a kind smile

You nod “Yes please” you give him a tight smile before heading up to your dorm

As you enter you’re happy the room is empty, there was no way you could lie to your friends and if they found out Sirius would be hexed and bet to a pulp before you had time to think things through. You kicked off your shoes, the tears flowing down your cheeks again but you didn’t care as you unzipped your jeans and let them drop to the floor, kicking them away as they did. Doing the same with your shirt and bra before heading to your bed, let out a sob as you saw one of Sirius’ jumpers, the one he’d given you when you were cold in stands last week.

Despite your better judgement you picked it up and put it on, giving the material of the collar a sniff. You felt so pathetic in that moment, no longer the strong girl you always held yourself up, but now a girl with a shattered heart that still loved him after what he’d done. You smoothed the large quilt and picked up your favourite blanket, gulfing yourself with it as you climbed onto your bed, pulling a spare pillow down to hug and muttering a spell on the door to muffle the cries in case someone heard as they walked by

As you cried you weighted your options, you could a) confront him and talk things through, b) just break up with him or c) let things run their course and watch what he does next. You were the definition of irrationally rational in the moment, as you thought about it you couldn’t help but think he really did love you, he wouldn’t feel guilty if he didn’t at least feel something for you. He wouldn’t have asked about your family, told you about his own, what his fears where or how he ran away if he wasn’t serious about you. So now you felt like option c was the only logical choice

Maybe you were being blind or far too hopeful, but you knew Sirius was going to do 1 of 3 things; one he’d let his pride get the better of him and be cruel and go through with it, which means his friends and him are pigs that should rot in hell. Two, he never tells you and allows your relationship to be built on a lie. Or three, the guilt would get to him and he confesses the whole thing. The third scenario was the one you hoped for, because that was the only one you and he had a possible future in

“I’m fucked” James says as he dumps his quidditch gear down in the corner of is room before proceeding to fall onto his bed groaning

Remus chuckles “You still up for Hogsmeade or do you want us to grab you something?” he asks fixing his jacket

“Umm…nah I’ll come just give me five minutes” he replies sitting up and getting changed sluggishly as Peter and Sirius come in

“Hey man” Sirius pats his back smiling away “That last goal was awesome, the way you and Marlene did that one two was masterful” he compliments earning a proud smile from his friend

“Thank man, I’ll just nip to the loo before we head” James announces heading into the bathroom

The rest of the boys sit on their beds facing one another “So how’d it go last night, I would have asked at practice but I couldn’t hear anything with Marlene’s shouting” Remus chuckles recalling how she must have said every swear in the book twenty times as she directed everyone about

“It was…” Sirius smiles “…perfect, she was perfection” his smiles falters “And I’m an asshole…” he swallows hard

“Why?” Remus looks at him confused and a little concerned

Sirius looks up at two friends, tears pricking his eyes as he speaks “We need to call of the bet…I can’t lie to her anymore this is eating me alive” he confesses

“Mate” Remus lets out a relieved laugh “We all figured the bet was off ages ago” he reassures him while feeling relieved himself

“You thinking of telling her?” Peter asks hesitantly

Sirius nods “I love her, more than anything” he sighs looking down “She deserves to know the truth…even if she hates me after” he says painfully

Remus gives him a surprised look but inside he’s proud of his friends growth, the kind he hoped for all those weeks ago but that didn’t mean is heart didn’t hurt for him, as he was about to speak James saunters back in “I leave for two minutes and you all look like someone died” he jokes but no one’s laughs “Someone didn’t actually die did they?” he begins to panic

“No one died” Remus reassures “Pads has just let us know he’s going to tell y/n about the bet” he explains with a sad look

James relaxes before he looks at Sirius “You are?” he moves to sit next to Sirius right away, eyes widening as he nods “Wow” James breaths out “I’m proud of you, really it would be easy to pretend like it didn’t exist” that earns him a small smile from Sirius “I wouldn’t do it today or maybe you should you can do what you want but I ran into y/n earlier, I was going to tell you but the need to piss was more important…” he starts to ramble

“James” Sirius eyes him his tone warning

“Oh right” he let out a nervous laugh “She looked like she had been crying, I asked what was wrong and she said she had bad cramps, she looked like she was in a lot of pain” he winces remembering your state

Sirius eyes soften as he grows concerned “Where is she now?” he asks standing up

“Her dorm I think” James answers with a shrug

Sirius nods turning to Remus “Can I borrow some chocolate and that muggle…water heaty thing?” he asks

Remus nods “Yes and yes but it’s for y/n not you because you’ll puke” he points standing up and going into one of the drawers pulling out the hot water bottle

“That was one time…” Sirius whines looking at his friends that all eye him “Fine, 4 times but the last one wasn’t my fault” he concedes turning back to take the bottle

“Turn around” Remus says motioning “All of you…now” he ushers

The boys all turn around facing away yet still tease him for being so protective over his stash “Moony and Chocolate sitting in a tree” James starts

“K.i.s.s.i.n.g” the others join in

When Sirius woke up that morning with you he was happy, the way you nuzzled into his chest made him feel at peace, but it was all bittersweet as he felt like he was lying to you. He didn’t care about the bet anymore, he just wanted this, you in his arms, you reading to him, playing with his hair. As he sat at practice that afternoon it was all he could think about, sure he could just tell his fiends it was off but that wouldn’t cure the pit in his stomach.

As he got to your dorm and knocked there was no answer so he gently pushed open the door, looking around quickly it seemed empty until he heard a light sniff. Walking deeper into the room his heart broke as he saw you curled into a little ball asleep. He set the now warm bottle on the bed next to him as he sat and the chocolate on your bedside table before he pushed some of your hair from your face. He winced at your puffy eyes and dried tears on your cheeks as well as the little wet patch on the pillow you were hugging. Standing up he moves around to the other side of the bed, lifting up the blanket and climbing in next to you.

As his arms gently wrapped around your waist being wary of your stomach he smiled as he noticed you in his jumper, gently kissing the side of your head ��y/n?” you hum but stay asleep, lazily shifting around letting go of the pillow and hugging him instead

He chuckles a little at the adorable sight but the vibrations of his chest seem to wake you “Siri?” you say shakily not moving your head from his chest

“I’m here darling” he kisses the top of your head and helps you sit up “Prongs told me you’ve got bad cramps?”

You just stare at him, eyes pricking with tears as you have no idea what to say and you were only 40% sure you even heard him “Siri” you break down head falling into your hands

Sirius quickly scoops you into his arms, your legs straddling his as you cry into the crook of his neck, after a few minutes he speaks “Y/n?” you pull back a little staring at him with sad doe eyes “Here” he leans over grabbing the water bottle “Will this help I remember you and Marlene mentioning it once” he places it between the two of you on your stomach

You look down at it one hand going to grip it, your breathing heavy but your lips tug up at the gesture, a guy that was just using you for a bet wouldn’t drop everything and bring you a hot water bottle when he thought you had period pain

Your pulled from your thoughts by Sirius rubbing his hands up and down your arms “I brought you some chocolate too” he nods to the bar on your table

“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful” you lean forward giving him a kiss to the nose out of habit

He smiles but it falters “You can tell me to shut up if I’m wrong but if I was too rough this morning and you’re in pain or you regret…” he looks at you worried

“No you didn’t hurt me…” you shake your head giving him a little smile “…it was very much the opposite and…” you hesitate meeting his eyes “I didn’t regret it” It was true, whatever happened next you wouldn’t regret last night or the time you spend with him, even if it could be short lived

He nods “Good” he says relieved before he swallows hard “How are you feeling?” he asks hand subconsciously gazing your stomach

“I’m feeling better” you place your hand over his

As you look in his eyes you can see what looks like inner conflict as his eyes drift to yours and his hands “Y/n…” he looks back up eyes glassy “I need to tell you something” you nod slowly the sickness in your stomach returning “But before I do I need you to know that everything I said last night was true. I love you more than anything in this world” his eyes start to water

“Go on” you say quietly

“Before I first…the day we…emm” he starts before scrunching up his face rubbing his eyes a little as he thinks “Sorry I really should have practiced or thought what I was going to say…” he apologises “I made a bet with the boys…” he starts properly your heart sinking with the conformation

“What kind of bet?” you sniffle a little as your eyes water

His tears are threatening to fall as he speaks “That I could play you…” yours start falling “…and I agreed to it because I am…was…a utter arse” he says the words slowly as he tries to keep his emotions in but they gradually get the better of him while you stay quiet, letting him speak “When I first approached you I was only looking for one thing, trying to lure you in with my charms but it ended up being the opposite. You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met, you make me feel at peace, the same way I feel laying on the couch in James living room while his mum cooks dinner” he takes a breath “You’re my home, it’s weird to say someone feels like your home but…I just know wherever you are is where I want to be” he reaches out to wipe the tears that where flowing down your face but stops himself, realising that you might not want him to touch you anymore “I love y/n, I’m always going to love you and no matter what you say next…” he wipes his nose with his hand not caring about letting you see him fully cry “I understand if you never want to see me again” he finishes

You heart ached, the vocal confirmation killed you but seeing Sirius completely break down hurt more, you wanted to kiss him, forgive him and tell him you loved him too but you couldn’t, you stayed silent like you bound to it

After a few minutes of painful silence, you finally speak “I don’t have cramps” you confess so quietly he almost didn’t hear it

He tilts his head “What?” he breaths out, he was expecting a punch or you to shout so this baffled him

“This morning I was going to give that girl her charms notes” he nods unsure of where you’re going with this “She told me she overheard your friends talking yesterday…” his heart drop “…about how last night was the night you were going to complete the bet” you look down refusing to look at him

Sirius felt like he was going to puke or faint or both, the realisation you had spent the whole day in your dorm crying was like an arrow to his chest, you were supposed to find out from him not some girl. He had no idea how anyone even knew, let alone why his friends would say something like that but that was a mess to deal with later

“How much was I worth?” you ask lowly

He winced at how broken you sounded “Anything the wanted from Hogsmeade I would buy…but y/n” he goes to cup your cheek but stops himself again “You stopped being a bet long ago…you are worth so much and I was so shallow to ever make that bet in first place”

“When?” you sniff “When did I stop being just a bet?” you still don’t look at him

“You remember the day I first sat next to you in class and I spaced out” you eyebrows knit together before you nod “All I could think about in that class was how much I wanted to know what it would be like to hold your hand in mine” his eyes drift to yours hands as the fiddle with the hem of your jumper “From then I knew you were more than just a bet but it wasn’t until I was listening to you read did I know for sure…from then everything I said wasn’t because of the bet it was…because I wanted to be with you”

You let out a shaky breath your heart fluttering and breaking all at once unsure of what to do, he seems to notice your turmoil but says quiet as he feels his own heart falling apart piece by piece

“Thank you, I appreciate you telling me” you nod lightly looking back up at him

He gives you a small smile bit it’s pained “Umm, so what do you want to do now?” he asks scared of the answer

You look him the eyes trying your hardest not to give in “I need some time to think” if there was going to be a future you needed to go away and mow things over

“Of course” he nods quickly starting to tear up again clearly heartbroken but he understood

You move to kneel on the bed next to him allowing him to get up, the loss of proximity killing the two of you, he turns back as he climbs off the bed “Thank you” you give him the smallest of smiles

He nods heading to the door and opening it, looking back one last time “I love you pretty girl” a tear falls from his eye as he says it before he leaves closing the door behind him

As the door shuts you burst into tears “I love you too pretty boy” you whisper to yourself

On the other side of the door Sirius fully breaks down, breathing heavy as clutches his chest, a pained sob escaping his lips as he begins to make his way back to his dorm. He was glad it was empty when he got there as he just collapsed on his knees to the floor, tears beginning to wet the carpet beneath him. He knew there was still a chance for you both, as small as it may be, but he knew he’d never forgive himself for breaking you, nor could he picture anything other than the hurt on your face.

He was so caught up in the emotional pain which had soon turned physical, to hear the door click open behind him “Pads?” James asks but there’s no response besides the sobs

The boys looked between each other before James knelt down on his left and Peter on his right while Remus did the same in front of him, all of their hearts aching and wondering the same thing

“Sirius” Remus says gently, hand moving to take his while Peter rubs his back and James places his own on his shoulder

Sirius doesn’t look up “I told her” he blubs out through the sobs

Remus closes his eyes for a second before squeezing his hand “What did she say?” he asks but as he glances between his two friend they all knew it couldn’t have been good

“I broke her…why do I break everything I touch” he states ignoring the question letting out a strained cry

James shakes his head his hand moving to pull Sirius’ face towards him cupping his cheeks “You do not break everything you touch” his eyes filled with concern, he had seen this only one before from his friend and it was the night he ran away so he knew the destructive path he could fall into and that scared him

“What happened Sirius?” Remus urges softly making James let go of his face

“I…” he swallows, snuffling a bit and wiping his nose with his jumper, composing himself enough to speak “I went to her dorm, she was crawled up in a little ball, already looked like she had had cried her heart out. I comforted her for a bit and then I told her. She just listened…Godric she looked so hearbroken… but…” his nose scrunches up “…the worst bit is she already knew” he shakes his head in disbelief

“She knew?” Peter questions looking puzzled, Remus equally so while the realisation hits James

“She didn’t have cramps, did she?” he asks to which Sirius shakes his head sadly “Earlier she froze when I hugged her at first…who…how” he struggles to process, thinking how confused he must have made you the guilt in his own stomach was crushing

“Some girl overheard you guys talking yesterday…told her when she gave her some notes this morning” Sirius explains

Remus lets out a series of confused sounds before he forms a sentence “If this girl did overhear us talking about the bet then she would have heard us saying how we thought it was off and that we were sure you loved her” he looks between Peter and James who nod in agreement

“Y/n said she told her that you said tonight was the night I’d complete it…why…who’s in advanced charms with us?” Sirius asks trying to recall

“Couldn’t tell ya, Marls and Lily would know” James suggests

“If they don’t kill me” he lets out an empty laugh

“Sirius” Peter speaks up “Are you and y/n still together or…I mean how did you leave things…” he corrects himself

“She said she needs time to think…you think she’ll ever forgive me…I don’t deserve it but…I don’t know what I’m going to do if she can’t” he breaks down again, his head falling into Remus’ chest “Merlin it hurts so much” he chokes out as he clutches onto his friends jumper while the boy wraps his arms around him looking worriedly at the other two

The next day was a Sunday, both you and Sirius following a similar routine, neither of you leaving your bed except to go to the bathroom. Lily and Marlene were soon filled in on what happened and stayed up with you the previous night to talk while the boys did something similar with Sirius as they tried their best to support him. Lily stayed with you most of the day, only leaving to get you food, Marlene was there as well but she disappeared for about an hour, that hour was spend in the boy’s dorm

Originally, she was going to beat Sirius’ ass but as she got to the dorm she saw Sirius’ state she stopped herself, the way his face was chalk white under the red nose and puff eyes, not bothering to make up some apology just bracing himself for the incoming storm. Instead she asked him a bunch of questions, grilling him before she finally gave him a hug and let him cry into her much as you had done earlier.

On Monday morning the boys dragged Sirius down to breakfast, he reluctantly sat down at the table but he couldn’t eat, his eyes were just glued to the door waiting for you. The school had already begun to gossip, whispers of people seeing him crying coming out of your dorm, rumours that he had dumped you, while some saying you dumped him given the bags under his eyes and depressed mood or that you caught him cheating. With the rumours came the hungry eyes, people giving him flirty looks, one set in particular watching with a sinister smirk

Sirius seemed to perk up as he saw Marlene and Lily enter but it diminished seeing you were nowhere to be seen, as Lily and Marlene sat down next to him the latter answered his question “She isn’t coming” she shakes her head giving him an apologetic look

He nods pursing his lips to hold in his emotions as he moved the food around his plate aimlessly “Marls” James gets the girls attention

“Yeah?” she looks over up at him

“Did y/n tell you who the girl was?” he inquires, Sirius lifting his head to listen

Marlene nods scanning the room, quickly spotting the girl “You see the girl with black hair just down from Lovegood” she nods points subtly “She approached her on Thursday for the notes then the following morning told her…” she tilts her head “Okay is just me or she familiar” She asks, the question of this girls identify bugging her for the last 24 hours

Sirius stares at the girl for a second before he realises, Remus and James catching on while his eyes fill with anger as she catches his eye and winks before returning to her friend “Pads isn’t that…” James starts

“Yeah” he huffs turning back to his friends

“Who is she?” Lily asks completely out of the loop

“She was the last girl I was with before y/n. Last year I chased her for a bit, she seemed like she could be the one but when she dropped her hard to get act I realised she was a right bitch” he says bitterly “I never officially asked her out but every couple month we did…shag” he sighs disappointed with himself

“When was the last time?” Marlene probes

“A few days before I made the bet” he confesses “but after that I forgot about her, she’s nothing compared to y/n” he glances over at the girl whose smiling like she didn’t just destroy the most wonderful person in the whole world “I’m gonna kill her” he says plainly letting the anger swell

“I think you’re going to need to get in line pal” Marlene confesses equally as upset but this wasn’t the time “You need to calm down” she places her hand over his now balled fist

“How could she be that cruel, even if she was why make it worse by purposely waiting until the morning after” Lily says upset her heart hurting at the thought that someone could be so callous, James moves tentatively to take her hand and to his surprise she lets him so he gives it a comforting squeeze

“She’s obviously an jealous vindictive bitch, she knew you were falling for y/n and she wanted to fuck things up” Marlene says before taking a rather aggressive bite of toast

“She was supposed to find out from me…I’m the one that fucked it but she deserved to find out from me first…” Sirius starts to breathe faster “I’m sorry I…I can’t…” he stands up and walks out heading back to his dorm

As he reaches the common room he’s thankful it’s empty until he sees someone sneaking down the stairs “Y/n?” he freezes eyes trailing over you, still in your pyjamas your eyes tired and puffy

You looked like a deer in headlights “Umm…I left my book down here a few nights ago” you explain looking anywhere but him

Sirius nods looking over at the window sill you both used to sit together and read at, he walks over and grabs the book for you, his hands glazing over the cover “Sorry” he apologies as he hands it to you

“Thanks Si-” you stop yourself briefly an act which breaks his and your heart “Thanks” you nod

“Anytime” he gives you a sad smile

You start to retreat back to the stair’s eyes glued to your book while Sirius just watches you leave as you get to the doorway you turn back as you hear him ask “How does it end?” you watch him cringe obviously realising he should have just let you go but he couldn’t stop himself

“I don’t know…I stopped reading so we could read it together” you say the last part quietly but he heard it

“You think you’ll ever finish it?” he asks as you meet his eyes, knowing what he’s really asking

“I hope so” you reply before walking up the stairs

Little under two weeks had passed since that day, you did head to class later in the week but Sirius and Marlene had switched back so he could give you some space. It was horrible, the distance was killing you both and the longer you were away the more the answer became clear to you, you loved him and he loved you, even though he made a mistake but he owned up to it and took responsibility. You forgave him before he even told you, you had already forgiven him for anything he would ever do, so as you sat in your room staring out the window you had decided.

Hopping off the sill you changed out of your nightwear into some jeans and grabbed Sirius’ jumper slipping it on, the charm to keep his scent had almost completely faded now since you had worn it to bed almost every night. You quickly fixed your hair, not bothering with make up merely putting on some tinted lip balm lily gifted you, before heading out in search of your pretty boy

Currently, your pretty boy was wandering around the empty hallways while most students were out building snowmen or having snowball fights. As he kicked a little stone further down the hall, repeating the process as he continued to walk, all he could think about was you, his hope hadn’t faded but it didn’t make the ache in his chest hurt any less. The gossip around made his blood boil, he didn’t care what people called him but it was the comments he heard about you, some painting you as whore while others called you used goods, he just couldn’t take someone calling you such things when you were an angel.

He was so deep in thought he was only pulled out of it when he looked down at where the rock should be to kick again and he saw feet “Hiya Siri” his nose scrunched up at the annoyingly high-pitched voice

Neither notice you rounding the corner and freezing before proceeding to back up a bit “What do you want?” he says annoyed trying to keep himself from blowing up at her

She looks at him with a nauseatingly innocent look “What’s wrong Siri not over that little distraction yet? You know you always come back to me…” she reaches out to touch his arm but he recoils “…come on she’s never going to forgive you now” she says dropping her little act while you cross your arms glaring at the girl

He shakes his head “No” he scoffs “If she never forgives me I wouldn’t blame her but that fact would never…never make me consider you. I love her not you, her” he says firmly making your heart flutter

“No you don’t” the girl rebuts “You only wanted her because of a bet and you’re just feeling guilty. You pursued me first because I intrigued you, you love me” she says desperately

“You’re delusional” he looks at her in disbelief

“Siri you-” she starts only to be cut off by you

“Only I get to call him that…well maybe the other marauders do as well but you can’t missy” you point at her making her go wide eyed

“Y/n” Sirius breaths out a smile gracing his face as you join him by his side

The girl soon recovers, face hardening and about to speak but you cut her off once more “Don’t say anything else sweetie you’re just going to embarrass yourself” you take Sirius’ hand in yours “He’s my pretty boy, he was never yours and I will not ask you kindly because you don’t deserve that so back off and leave us the fuck alone”

She goes to protest but you make a little sound, doing it every time she speaks making Sirius try to hold back his chuckles. Eventually she gives up, letting out a strained and annoyed ‘ugh’ before stomping off, leaving you satisfied while Sirius just looks at you in a happy shock. His heart soaring at your words, hoping you really meant when you said he was yours again and merlin had he almost forgotten how feisty you could be. His eyes then drifted to the jumper you wear wearing and it only made him smile more

He hadn’t even noticed you were now looking at him “Eyes are up here big guy” you tease giggling at his slightly flustered look as he realised that it defiantly looked like he was eyeing your chest

He chuckles before his hand reaches out to play with the hem of the jumper looking at you as he does “Am I really your pretty boy again?” he asks hopefully

You take his hand off of the jumper and bring it to your lips kissing is knuckles softly “You never stopped” you shake your head lightly breaking out in a smile

He lets out a happy sigh of relief face morphing into a similarly wide smile “I love you so much” his free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheek down to your jawline “I’d really like to kiss you but if…mhm” you cut him off by letting go of his hand and pulling his face down to yours, lips meeting roughly and messy but at the same time it was perfect

He stumbled a bit before he returns the kiss, hand moving to the back of your head and the other snaked around your waist to pull you close while yours drift down to his chest.

You kiss for almost a good minute before he pulls back, both of you panting lightly as you catch your breath “I missed you” you confess

“I missed you too” he nuzzles his nose with yours making you giggle, the sound heavenly after so long while you soak up the closeness you had missed “My pretty girl”

“And my pretty boy” you reply tilting your head as he moves into kiss you again

A/n: i know hitchhikers came out in 1979 but can we can just pretend it came out a couple years earlier, for all we know Douglas Adams could be a wizard and released it early x

#sirius x reader #sirius black and you #sirius black and reader #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #Sirius Black #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black angst #angst with fluff #gryffindor reader #Marauders #marauders and reader #marauders era #marauder fanfic

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Chaser at Heart | J.P

Paring: James Potter X Fem!Reader

Summary: Without realizing it James Potter has always been a Chaser regardless of his Quidditch position.

Everybody wondered where James Potter got his snitch that he played with. Rumors had been created, but only James and Y/n knew the real truth. The most common story was that James and his Marauders nicked it from a supply closet. The honest question was, why did James play with a snitch when he was a Chaser?

Y/n knew. James - even as a boy - had brilliant reflexes. They met in a field that was near both their houses. James went to the field to sit by the lake or even swim in the lake. Y/n climbed the trees and read books on the safety of the wooden bark. But one day, she wasn’t as lucky. Y/n fell from the branch she was sitting on, and James chased after her to catch her.

Brilliant reflexes James had. At eight years old, he caught her and ran fast enough to do so. Y/n was waiting for impact, but she never felt it. Instead, two arms had been wrapped around her. One under her knees and one around her back. Instantly she was met with hazel eyes.

They were beautiful. A gorgeous mix of green and brown. But it wasn’t mixed like paint - no - it was mixed like old and vinegar, separated but together. His hair was shaggy and a mess. It was a beautiful chocolate brown color to match the brown in his eyes. The grass could resemble the green in his eyes. Peonies represented the pink in his cheeks.

The boy smiled, and Y/n smiled sheepishly back, “Afternoon.”

“Afternoon, sir.”

“Sir?” James repeated teasingly, “Do I look thirty?”

Y/n laughed, “Sorry. Force of habit.”

James set her on her own two feet, “Pureblood then too?”

“How did you know I was a witch?”

“Your scarf.”

She looked down to see the gold and maroon-colored scarf, “Oh. In that case, yes, I am a pureblood. You?”

“Me too.” James stated proudly, “Family of Gryffindors.”

“Me as well.”

James took her hand and kissed the back of it, “James Potter, at your service.”

Y/n blushed at his action, “Y/n L/n, at your service.”

From that point, Y/n and James became close friends. They’d switch between going to the lake or climbing trees. Thankfully their families knew each other, so becoming friends only brought them closer. In fact, Euphemia was so grateful to have Y/n’s mother closer now that their children were friends. Fleamont was delighted to be closer with Y/n’s father.

Fleamont Potter delved in Potion making while his wife Euphemia worked at St. Mungo’s, helping wizards and witches all around London. Y/n’s father worked with magical creatures, and her mother worked with Euphemia. James and Y/n got extraordinarily lucky. They were together almost every day.

Meeting at the age of eight gave them three years of being friends before going to Hogwarts. They were close by the age of eleven - really close. They stood side by side as they got on the Hogwarts Express and shared a compartment. James and Y/n talked animatedly until a knock at the container startled them.

“Um- Hello, everywhere else is full. May I sit?”

The boy had sandy hair and green eyes. Scars littered his body as far as the eye could see. He was rather tall for an eleven-year-old too, but he seemed nice enough. His voice had a thick welsh accent. It made his language a bit incoherent, but James and Y/n knew what he was trying to say. Nevertheless, James put on a bright smile.

“Of course!”

He gave a nervous smile looking at Y/n, “Come on. We don’t bite. Although James gets pretty loud.” Y/n smiled.

The boy sat hesitantly beside Y/n, “I’m Remus, Remus Lupin.”

“Brilliant to meet you, Remus; I’m James Potter.”

“And I’m Y/n L/n.”

Another hour went by with James and Y/n starting to get to know Remus. They learned that he was a half-blood and that he thoroughly enjoyed books. Y/n and Remus bonded over that while James was listening aimlessly, just enjoying the sound of Y/n’s voice. But another knock interrupted the conversation. This time a more confident boy showed up.

He was about the same height as James. He had dark brunet hair - darker than James’ - and blue-grey eyes. His smile was almost perfectly white and straight. His face structure was defined and chiseled. A cocky smiled grazed his features.

“‘Ello!” He exclaimed, “I was wondering if I could sit here. I just got kicked out of every other compartment.”

Remus and Y/n shrugged; they looked at James, “Sure.” James replied, patting the seat beside him, “Come sit, uh….”

“Sirius, Sirius Black.” Sirius finished sitting beside James as both purebloods dropped their jaws.

“Black? As in the Noble House of Black?” Y/n questioned, and Sirius nodded, “Indeed.”

James stuck out his hand, “James Potter.” Sirius shook his hand.

“Y/n L/n.”

“You two are purebloods too. Gryffindor purebloods.” Sirius commented, “Yep!” They replied simultaneously.

Sirius eyed the nervous-looking boy, “And you?”

“Rem- Remus Lupin.”

The entire rest of the trip - seven hours - was spent talking—no more interruptions. Y/n, Remus, James, and Sirius all got to know each other. The four of them stayed together through everything until the sorting. They all stood near each other while Professor McGonagall began to call names. James was practically shaking in his boots. Y/n grasped his hand tightly.

“You’ll be okay.” Y/n whispered, and James squeezed her hand thankfully, “Thanks, you too.”

Multiple names were called in alphabetical order of last name until finally B’s were beginning to get called, “Sirius Black!”

Y/n kissed his cheek, making Sirius blush profusely, “You’ll be fine.”

Sirius nodded as he pushed his way through the crowd of first years. Anybody in the wizarding world knew about the Noble House of Black. They were one of the most respected pureblood families. Most known for their line of Slytherins. Sirius Black sat on the stool and waited patiently as the hat spoke in his ear. His cousins watching eagerly from the Slytherin table.

Silence cut through the crowd until, “GRYFFINDOR!”

The Great Hall was as quiet as a mouse. A Black in Gryffindor? The rival house to Slytherin, that was a no-go. James and Y/n exchanged nervous glances that said everything that needed to be - Sirius Black was going to be in big trouble. More names got called. Remus began to rock on his heels nervously.

“Remus Lupin!”

Again, the process repeated itself. Remus took his seat on the stool, and the hat was placed upon his head, making its commented in the boy's ear. Remus’ hands wouldn’t stop moving, and it was making Y/n want to throw up.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

The Gryffindor table yelled and cheered. Sirius Black upon them as a blissful smile placed itself upon Remus’ features. He stepped off the stood giving James and Y/n a grateful smile before sitting beside Sirius at the Gryffindor table. A red and gold tie was placed around his shoulders. His green eyes crinkled due to the cheerful smile on his lips.

Attendance seemed to be going slower - or so that’s how it felt - because of how close they were approached the P’s. James’ grip on Y/n’s hand began to get tighter, and his hand began to feel clammy. Y/n didn’t mind.

“James Potter!”

“Oh, Merlin…” James muttered before squeezing Y/n’s hand one more time.

Before stepping on the stool, he looked back at Y/n, who gave him a reassuring smile. James Potter sat upon the seat, and once again, the hat was placed above his hair. Within seconds the hat seemed to have made its decision.

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Y/n screamed loudly for him along with the Gryffindor table. James’ hazel eyes met her e/c ones, and he winked. The boy took his spot across from Sirius and watched eagerly at his best friend waiting to be sorted. Sirius snapped his fingers in James' face to get his attention.

“How’d you meet?” Sirius inquired, “Mm?”

“How did you meet her?”

“Oh, she fell out of a tree, and I caught her.” James replied distantly, still looking at his best friend left alone in the smaller crowd.

“She’s nice.”

James nodded at Remus’ comment, “Definitely. She’s brilliant.”

Finally, they got to her last name. James was on his tipping point, and Sirius smiled reassuringly - like she had when he began to sit on the stood, “She’ll be fine. You know that.”

“I do, but still.”

Y/n couldn’t fathom her excitement yet nervousness. She was a walking contradiction. Carefully, not to step on her robes while her legs felt like jelly, she moved through the relatively small crowd. Only about ten kids remained now. Y/n sat on the stool and made direct eye contact with James, who threw her the most reassuring look possible.

“Curious, very curious.” The hat spoke in her ear, “Loyal, hardworking yet courageous and stupidly brave.”

Y/n almost snickered, “What a brilliant Hufflepuff you’d make.”

“Please, Gryffindor. Please, Gryffindor.”

“Gryffindor? Are you sure?” The hat queried, “Please.” Y/n begged.

If the sorting hat could’ve shrugged, he would’ve, “If that’s what you think.”

“GRYFFINDOR!”

James stumbled from the Gryffindor table as Y/n got off the stool with the same smile Remus had. The blissful, relaxed, and cheery smile. On his way out from the table, he almost fell, but he chased his way to her until Y/n was wrapped in his arms. Y/n placed her nose in the crook of his neck while James’ face was buried in her hair. They pulled away, and James led her to sit beside him.

“Told you she’d be fine.” Sirius remarked, “I worry.” James retorted with a smile.

Y/n fiend offense, “You were worried! Where’d you think I’d go? Slytherin?”

“Absolutely not!” James exclaimed, “Jus’ didn’t want to be separated from you.”

She nudged his shoulder with hers, “You aren’t getting rid of me.”

“Neither are you two.” Y/n pointed at the boys across from her, “Welcome to our group of four.”

“We’ve gotta come up with a better name for that.” Remus replied as the other three nodded, “Definitely.”

The boys and the girls had different dormitories. Y/n shared her dorm with three other girls named Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, and Lily Evans. Meanwhile, James, Remus, Sirius shared a dorm where they met a new boy with blond hair and blue eyes named Peter Pettigrew, who quickly was added to their group of four, which was now five.

James and Y/n shared almost every class aside from History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Y/n had History of Magic with Remus and Lily. At the same time sharing Defense Against the Dark Arts with Remus as well. She also became quick friends with her roommate, Marlene, through Quidditch. Y/n always admired James while he practiced being Chaser, while Y/n was his fake Keeper.

Throughout first year the new additions to their original duo learned how mischievous these two were. Y/n had an intelligent mind with practically foolproof plans, and James had the resources to make those plans work. Sirius was quick to join their prank-making wonders while Remus tended to stick with Y/n in making plans. Peter joined whenever he could.

Soon enough, the group was known as the pranksters around Hogwarts. Surprisingly enough, they were proud of their newfound title. They were all sitting in the boys' dorms. James, Y/n, and Sirius were talking about Quidditch. Peter was practicing the new incantation that Professor Flitwick had taught them, and Remus was reading. When out of nowhere, Remus exclaimed.

“I got it!”

“Got what, mate?” James questioned as the chatter stopped, and they all looked at the sandy-haired male, “Our group name!”

Y/n perked up, “Whatcha got, Remmy?”

“The Marauders!”

“Marauders?” Sirius repeated, confused, “What does that mean?”

Remus sighed, and Y/n giggled, “Marauders is another word for raiders, you idiot.”

“I like it.” Sirius commented, “I do too!” Peter interject.

The three looked at the original duo; Y/n shrugged, “Good call, Rem.”

“How about it, James?”

“I think it’s excellent! The Marauders it is!”

Henceforth, their legacy grew and were now known as the five Marauders. They were all known for something. James, good at getting resources. Sirius, good at persuading. Peter, the most logical. Remus, the brains of every mission. Finally, Y/n, the most reckless. Y/n is the one who’d go in first always; she was also the one with the most detentions.

In the second year, Y/n became more intuitive, observant, and curious about Remus. She noticed in the first year a pattern of when he’d get sick or his mother's sudden illness once a month. She was no stranger to these creatures as her father had worked with them for years. So before the first full moon of the new term, Y/n pulled Remus aside.

“You said you wanted to speak with me?” Remus inquired, and Y/n nodded, “I know.”

“Know about what?”

“I know.”

Remus rocked on his heels, “O- Oh….”

“Don’t worry, nobody else knows. Although they may have or will find out.” Y/n assured, but Remus still looked nervous, “Remus.”

She placed her hands on his taller shoulders, “You aren’t a monster. I’ve seen werewolves before.”

“You- You have?”

“My father works with magical creatures.” Y/n answered, “Werewolves are included.”

“Personally, I think they’re beautiful.” She stated, and tears grew in Remus’ eyes, “You do?”

“Of course, I do.” Y/n smiled, and Remus pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you.”

“Anytime and if you need anything. I’m here for you.”

“Thank you.”

Eventually, Sirius found out next, which quite honestly baffled Remus. Then James and then finally Peter, who was definitely the most oblivious of the Marauders. But to Remus’ astonishment, they were all accepting. They loved Remus as much as his mom, which - in reality - was quite a lot. Every night after full moons, he’d find all four of them sitting beside him.

James would bring games to play for when he felt up for it. Peter got his books and set them on the table beside him. Sirius brought sweets and his stupidly funny jokes. Y/n held his hand and comforted him the best he could. Honestly, Y/n gave the best head scratches, and he definitely took advantage of it.

Second-year was also the time for new Quidditch players to join the team. James and Sirius were about to try out but were undeniably nervous. The morning of, neither of them ate, too worried to think about eating, scared of throwing it up later on the pitch.

“You both are tossers.” Y/n suddenly stated, “You’ll both make the team, and then we’ll celebrate it later, yeah?”

They nodded, “Good. Now get yourselves outta this funk. It’s annoying.”

It was unavoidable. They didn’t just get out of their funk until they got on the pitch. Before James and Y/n separated - her to the seats and him to the pitch - he took ahold of her hand. Squeezing it tightly with his eyes closed. His broom in his other hand that was trembling slightly. Y/n took her hand from his and placed her hands on his cheeks.

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Promise promise?” James asked, “Promise promise.” Y/n confirmed.

She let go of his face and began to run off to catch up with Remus, “Good luck!”

“Thanks.” James murmured to himself, “I’ll need it.”

Without a doubt, James was the best Chaser the Gryffindor had ever seen. Sirius was one hell of a beater too. Marlene even tried out for the new Beater position too. Four parts needed to be filled due to seventh-years leaving. Two Beaters, one Chaser, and one Keeper. Y/n and Remus were crossing their fingers that they all got the positions they wanted.

The following week the results were posted. James, Sirius, and Marlene made the team! Y/n would never forget the gleeful smile that passed its way onto James’ face or the way Sirius laughed. She’d never seen them so happy before. Remus and her stood feet away from their little party, his arm thrown around her shoulders.

“It’s nice to see them this way.”

“It is.”

Remus teasingly nudged her hip, “Seems like James has always been a Chaser.”

“What's that suppose to mean?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the lycanthrope, “You’ll see it eventually.”

Y/n didn’t pry. It wasn’t worth it, especially when it’s with Remus. Remus was the ultimate secret keeper and cynical. He said things that made you think but would never tell you what they mean. Eventually, more years passed and they were in the summer going into their seventh year.

James invited Y/n to stay the summer at the Potter manor, and she did. It was possibly one of the best summers he’s ever had with her being so close. Mrs. Potter seemed to know what Remus was talking about when she threw looks at her husband when the two best friends were together. But it was one evening that they were all watching a movie when someone came through the Floo Network.

They jumped up from the couch to see a roughed-up Sirius Black, “Sirius!”

James was frozen along with his two parents, but Y/n wasn’t. She was haste to get Sirius up from the floor to help him stand. He had a nasty cut below his right eye and what seemed to be more all across his body which his mother could only do. But instantly, Y/n had been ordering James around while Sirius laid on his back on the couch.

Thankfully, Y/n knew what to do and Euphemia, but she was frozen, still watching her son's best friend take care of their other best friend. James set everything she needed beside her as she began to work quickly. James sat next to her in case she needed anything else. Y/n tore off his shirt and lifted his pants to right over the edge of his boxers.

“James, hold his hand.” Y/n ordered, and he did it, “I’m so sorry, Sirius, but this’ll sting.”

And it did. Sirius groaned and constantly hissed as Y/n helped his wounds, the muggle way. Euphemia stared in shock, no longer frozen, but it was evident that Y/n had complete control over the situation and needed no extra help. Within an hour, Sirius was brand new. Y/n had carefully used potions and other bandages to help.

“What happened, Sirius?”

He chuckled bitterly, “My mother.”

“No shit.” James retorted, “Why?”

“I’ve been burned off the tapestry. I’m not aloud back because I denied them.”

“Denied them?” Y/n inquired.

“Of you know what.”

“Oh…” Y/n whispered.

“Yeah, oh.” Sirius chuckled again - venom lacing.

Euphemia exchanged looks with her husband, “You’re welcome to stay here.”

“No, I couldn’t ask that of you guys.” Sirius denied hesitantly, and Fleamont shrugged, “Where else are you going to go?”

Sirius stayed silent, “We don’t mind, Sirius. You’ve stayed here before. Euphemia loves having you around just as much as I do.”

“You may not be our son biologically.” Euphemia began as she knelt in front of Sirius, “But you’ll always be our son.”

A single tear fell from Sirius’ eye, “Thank you.”

“Anytime, dear.”

James and Y/n exchanged looks of pure glee, but Euphemia caught their eye, “No mischief, you two.”

They sighed, “Fine.”

The duo pulled Sirius up from the couch and led him to his new bedroom. Euphemia watched Y/n and James work in perfect symphony as if they were a made team from the start. Fleamont pulled his wife to his side, watching them both as well. How perfectly his son worked with her. How amazingly gentle he was with her.

“He may not know it yet, but he loves her.” Euphemia broke the silence, “Reminds me of us.”

Fleamont quirked an eyebrow, “How so?”

“You always had this dopey grin on your face. The same one James has when Y/n’s around. It’s been that way since they met. When he first mentioned her name, he had that grin. He’s chased her all these years.”

“Perhaps our son has always been a Chaser at heart.” Fleamont commented, “Perhaps.”

It wasn’t until the first Quidditch match he realized. When he was chasing Y/n around to try and hug her after the game they had won against Ravenclaw. Y/n prohibited hugs after Quidditch matches. Yet here James was chasing her around the pitch with her a screaming mess.

Lily, Marlene, and Remus were laughing loudly at him, “Y/n! Y/n come on!”

“Absolutely not!” Y/n yelled while running, “I told you no hugs after matches.”

She spoke too soon because while she was talking, she had slowed down without noticing. Leaving James to wrap his arms around her from behind. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck while she leaned back into him.

“See! You love my hugs.” James exclaimed, “Whatever.” Y/n retorted.

Remus chuckled at them from afar, “They’re definitely in love.”

“How hasn’t she seen it yet?” Lily chuckled, “Oh, he’s been chasing her for years. Since before Hogwarts.” Remus replied.

“Chaser at heart that one,” Sirius stated putting his arm around the lycanthrope.

James realized it then and there. With her in his arms. He was sweaty and full of joy. She was wholly melted into his embrace. His arms around her neck and her arms on top of his biceps. James realized there was nowhere else he’d rather be than with her at this moment. So he pulled her around, facing her.

“Y/n.”

“James.”

Without a second thought, he pulled her in and kissed her. His arms were moving down to her waist and hers around his shoulders. He was so gentle and soft with her. As if she was the finest China he’d ever owned. Godric James was so soft and so sweet. Y/n’s hands went through his sweaty hair.

The whistles and cheers are what pulled them apart, “Finally!”

“It’s about time you realized!” Remus exclaimed happily, “He’s been chasing you for years!”

Y/n smiled at him, and James put his arm around her shoulder, “My chaser.”

“I’ll always chase you, love.”

Years later, that snitch James always played with would be the same one McGonagall had taken from him one day in the seventh year. It was the same snitch that Harry had almost swallowed in his first year. The same snitch that Dumbledore returned to Harry in his seventh year.

The snitch? It was given to James from Y/n when they were nine. It was an honorary friendship gift. The snitch wasn’t stolen. The snitch wasn’t nicked. The snitch was a gift to a chaser who never stopped chasing till the very end.

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years ago

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unwanted feelings

james potter x reader

description - You'd had a crush on James Potter for years and when he kisses Lily Evans in front of you, you are heart broken. Later you find that he didn't actually feel as you expected and he explains himself.

warnings - some angst, unsure reader, fem pronouns, self doubt, negative self talk, not eating for a day cause reader is avoiding someone

word count - 2800

A/N - so this one isn't my best work by far but i wrote it so looks like its getting posted. i don't know why all of my reader inserts lately are so fem and sort of bubbly, i guess it's sort of what i'm aiming for for myself right now but i'm sorry if it maybe isn't coming off as relatable.

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Your throat tightened in anxiety as you watched James zoom around the pitch. He was reckless when he was playing quidditch and it was one of the things that made him great at the game and an excellent captain. It was also the thing that nearly gave you a heart attack every time you watched him play. You went to every one of his games and you always wore something of his with his colors when you were in the stands. You were stood up on your seat and a slightly bored looking Remus sat to your right, reading from a book you didn't recognize. You'd thought that Sirius playing would be enough to keep him interested but sports was just not something he enjoyed watching. You were usually that way as well but whenever James was playing, suddenly you were the most intent spectator in the stands.

You were more worried than you should have been. More worried than what was appropriate for a friend to be. That's what you were, friends. That had been reinforced many times by the shaggy haired boy and you tried desperately to get it through your head before you embarrassed yourself one of these days. Sometimes though, you just couldn't help it.

Really you might have thought he reciprocated if you didn't know any better. You often got comments on what an attractive couple you guys were but each time it was quickly corrected by James. Normally along the lines of 'Oh god no, we are just friends. Purely platonic' , sometimes followed by a shudder or a gag even. It upset you every time to no end but you played along. You rarely, if ever, contributed to the shooting down of any feelings but that was never noticed by the man you had feelings for.

You'd had a crush on him since you were probably in your second year and now you were coming to the middle of your seventh. There were a million times that you almost said something but every time there was a reminder that you were not the one he had eyes for. It usually took the shape of disgust at the thought of dating you or commentary as he pined over the Evans girl who you felt you could never compete with. How could you when she was just perfect. You saw her to the left of you as she stood in the stands as well and your hands shook with insecurity before looking back toward the game. Your heart raced nearly as quickly as James did around the pitch and you prayed that the snitch would be caught soon so that you could get rid of the stress surrounding you. You felt a hand on your right shoulder and you looked over to find Remus had stood and was looking at you caringly.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He asked softly and you tried your very best to soften your gaze and calm your stance so you appeared less concerned with someone that you shouldn't have that much interest in in the first place.

"Of course I am. When am I not?" You smiled before looking out at the pitch.

"When youre watching the guy you're in love with play a dangerous game that you don't like." He stated simply in response to the question you meant to be rhetorical and your eyes widened.

"I don't know what youre talking about." You nearly whispered and Remus smiled.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone Y/N but its not exactly subtle. It probably doesn't help that I know the look on your face because it's how I feel too watching Sirius play." He was still smirking but your anxiety was far from eased.

"Oh god, does he know?" You asked scaredly, terrified that the answer would be yes and you would have to stop spending time with him.

"Shockingly, no." You sighed out in relief but Remus continued. "You should tell him though or else he might end up moving on."

"What do you mean? There's nothing for him to move on from. Everyone knows he's in love with Evans and he has made it pretty clear that he is opposed to being anything more than a friendly relationship with me." You choked out, struggling with the words leaving your lips but knowing them to be true.

"I mean he has a minor crush on Evans but it's nothing compared to the annoyingly huge crush he has on you. He's probably just overcompensating for the fact that he's insecure and doesn't want you to reject him."

"Why are you telling me this?" You asked sincerely. You were friends with Remus as you were with the rest of the marauders but it was nothing compared to the friendship they held within their group. You knew Remus was more loyal to James than to you so you couldn't understand why, if it was true, Remus would be telling you at all.

"Because he is trying desperately to move on seeing as he is under the impression that you aren't into him and I'd hate to see him throw something away that could be really good for him." Remus smiled gently and you looked at him gratefully.

"I really appreciate you telling me and all but I just don't think I can believe you. I can't even count how many times he has made a big show of not liking me. I love him too much to ruin what we have and I know that if I confessed and it went bad that I would lose him all together. I would rather have him in my life in a way that hurts than not have him in it at all." You stated sadly and Remus sighed but nodded in understanding.

"I get it but just know that I'm being honest and pretty soon he is going to give up on it. I just want to see you both happy but if its too big of a leap, I understand. That's exactly the excuse he tells the rest of us too."

Suddenly cheers erupted from the stands, cutting your conversation with Remus off as everyone ran to rush the pitch. The snitch had been caught and gryffindor won. You were excited for James but you were also a little terrified to walk onto the pitch to see him with the now conflicted thoughts running through your head. Your thoughts were stopped by the image in front of you which was causing the whole crowd to cheer. James had pulled Lily Evans into a kiss in his excitement and your heart stopped. You felt nausea rise in your throat and Remus caught your eye with a sympathetic look. You didn't look at him for longer than a second and you ran off the pitch with tears streaming down your face. You found your way up to your dorm, pushing yourself to get there quickly before the common room filled with students celebrating their victory. James was always one to love attention so he would be getting crazy after the game which he did just about every time they won.

When you made it to your bed, you hurried under the covers, throwing the shirt you were wearing which belonged to James onto the floor. You felt your heart clench at the despair you felt. You wanted to be upset at Remus for getting your hopes up but you knew he was sincere in his want to help. Still you felt that you would probably not be able to face James in the weeks to come. Maybe, given a little time, you could be around him and not be upset at the world for taking away your chance with him. As you laid in your bed, you stared at the ceiling. You felt tears streaming down your face and you grew angry at yourself. He didn't owe you anything, he wasn't into you. That wasn't his fault and it was so unfair of you to expect anything more from him when your feelings were not his responsibility.

You weren't sure how long you laid there but you could hear the party start and end in the common room. It must have been late. Sleep wouldnt come though, you could just feel your heart continue to break and you were stuck in a loop of self pity. You made the decision that the following days would be spent away from James if you could at all help it. That was probably what he wanted anyway and it was the only way that you would get over the pain you were feeling. At some point your roomates entered your dorm and sleep overtook you for a few restless hours.

When you woke up, the sun was barely on the rise. You hurried up and got dressed and ready. You were planning on getting to breakfast early to avoid running into any of the marauders. You found your plans were not going how you wanted when you entered the great hall to find a head of red hair next to a mop of black. Your throat tightened and you quickly moved to turn and head out of the great hall. You heard a familiar voice call your name but you rushed out before you could give it too much thought. You knew that if you let him try to convince you, you would end up having a very upsetting breakfast with your best friend and his new lover. You would rather avoid breakfast.

Throughout the day, avoiding James was proving to be harder than you had thought it would be. You had many of your classes with him and you even sat next to him in a few. He was insistently trying to get you to open up about why you were suddenly so closed off to him but you remained shut off, reassuring him that nothing was wrong and you were just a little tired from the game the day before. You avoided lunch for the same reason as you had avoided breakfast and you felt yourself starting to get a bit lightheaded. Your afternoon was spent avoiding James but soon he was preoccupied with Lily anyway.

You were hid in a corner of the library when a cough alerted you of someone's presence. You looked up to find the very eyes you hadn't wanted to see.

You pushed it down with a gulp and smiled a bit at him, trying desperately to keep the tears at bay but they were growing harder to hold back after keeping everything pent up all day. It probably didn't help that you were hungry and therefor a bit more emotional. You could feel the tears sitting in your eyes, waiting for something to go wrong so they had an excuse to escape you.

"I don't know what I did wrong." He mumbled while looking at the floor in front of you and you took a deep breath.

"There's nothing wrong James, I promise. It's just been a long day." You smiled and your heart picked up speed.

"Since when did we lie to each other?" He questioned and your heart stopped. You were left unsure how to respond.

"Since the truth would cause more damage than good." You spoke honestly. At this he looked up at you and your eyes met. A tear left you and James immediately moved to comfort you but you tried to move away, standing quickly to evade him. You regretted it as spots filled your vision, the lack of food catching up to you. You know that you turned a bit green for a moment because James looked slightly scared.

"Y/N I dont know whats wrong but you look like you should be getting to the hospital wing. You don't look well."

Before you could answer you felt your vision blacken and your legs give out before your consciousness left you completely.

When you woke up, you knew you were in the hospital wing. It smelled sterile and the bed was stiff underneath you. When you started to wake madam pomfrey came to check on you.

"You can't go around with an empty stomach like that again, do you hear me?" She scolded, though her eyes were soft. You nodded solemnly. "I was alerted that you hadn't been to the great hall to eat all day, you have to know that isn't good for you. I'm gonna have a prefect watch out for you the next couple days to make sure you're eating at meal times. Understood?" She asked again and once more you nodded before leaning back and sighing. You looked at your surroundings and were surprised to see the black haired boy next to your bed fast asleep. Your heart took off again and you felt trapped by your environment. As anxiety swirled around in your chest, James had woken up a bit.

"You're awake." James sighed, laced with relief. You still wouldn't make eye contact with him. You felt the bed dip as he sat on it and you looked up to watch him put his head in his hands as he leaned over. You felt guilt fill your chest more than it already had from hating that you felt any claim over the man in front of you. You knew you were in the wrong and the last thing you wanted was to cause him any pain. "Remus talked to me." He almost whispered.

At that moment, you wished you could have apparated to anywhere else in the world. You looked back down at your lap and tears were once again brought to your eyes. You felt betrayal that Remus would reveal your feelings to James.

"I'm sorry." You apologized and you fiddled with your fingers.

"Why are you the one apologizing, I'm the one whos behaved poorly." He assures and you shake your head.

"That's not fair to yourself. You're allowed to want to be with whomever you want and my feelings should have no effect on that. You've made it clear for years that you weren't interested in me and it is my fault that I couldn't take a hint. I'm so sorry." You gushed out and tears started to fall from your eyes. You felt James get up from your bed and you prepared him to leave but instead you felt arms wrap around you and a kiss came to your head.

"Y/N I have had feelings for you for years. I was just always too scared for myself to even consider that you might feel the same." He whispered out but you felt only a different kind of pain. Even though he had now admitted his feelings, he was still dating Lily. Not you. Almost as if he could hear your thoughts he spoke quietly. "I broke it off with Evans." You pulled away immediately.

"What? Why would you do that?" You asked quickly and before he had a chance to answer you feared the worst. "Oh god is it because of me? James please dont let my feelings have any bearing on who you want to date, I can't stand the thought of being the reason you broke up. Even if we do have feelings for each other, you deserve a chance with Lily if that's what you want."

"It was mutual, actually. She understood that I had feelings for you and she said she had a crush on someone else. It just seemed like I had kissed her a bit rashly on the quidditch pitch and we agreed that we shouldn't have gotten together in the first place. It was only a day anyway." He reassured as he explained himself and you calmed a bit.

"So what does this mean." You got out, almost inaudibly.

"It means that, if you'll have me, I'd like to take you out on a date." He stated as if it were the simplest thing in the world and you almost couldn't believe your ears. Before you were even thinking you were nodding quickly, causing spots to once again fill your vision and James grabbed your shoulders to stabilize you before you both laughed. He pulled you by your shoulders toward him and he caught your lips in a kiss that somehow expressed all of the years of repressed feelings. When he pulled away he smiled at you and sat back on your bed. He spent the rest of the day with you in the hospital wing talking about all of the places he was going to take you in the coming weeks.

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proserpina-magnus · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I request a young Sirius black x reader smut? Readers boobs are all tender and swollen and Sirius makes her feel better? Sirius black is definitely a boob guy

Thank you so much for you request! I really liked this idea and I had fun writing it! Hope you enjoy. xo

Sirius Black and breast worship

Word count: 1601

[ warning: fem reader, description of aching breasts, slight praise kink, slight degrading kink, tittie slapping (mentioned once), breast worship, smut, titty fucking, mention of the words ‘slut’ ‘‘good girl’ etc...]

You let out a deep sigh, your breast uncomfortably pushing against your bra. You felt the wire dig into your ribs, making you twist and turn to try and get it in the right position.

You tried to focus on your food, watching as James did something stupid to try and please Lily, it didn't work. You kept twitching in your seat, your fork twirling around your uneaten food as you felt waves of ache wash over your chest.

"Something wrong?" Sirius whispered to you, taking a sip of his water as he eyed you suspiciously. You had been acting weird all morning, and it wasn't doing you any better that most of the guys wouldn't stop staring at your chest.

"Just fine," you muttered, fork scraping against your plate as you move your shoulder blades. You wanted to toss your bra away, going bare would at least give you some comfort for the ache.

"You don't seem fine," your boyfriend mused, his shoulder clinking with yours as he finished his drink. You glared at him, already fed up with how your day was going. You felt hot in the face, your throat sweating as you blinked back some sensitive tears.

"Yeah well I'm not, I'm uncomfortable and my tits fucking hurt," you whispered angrily to him, keeping your voice low in case anyone bystander would catch what you were saying.

Sirius pushed his plate aside, standing up before helping you stand as well.

"Where are you two going?" Remus asked eyebrow raised as some of the people at the Gryffindor table looked towards your direction.

"Just a well-needed break is all, don't wait up," Sirius told them, pulling you along the dinner hall. You let him, hoping he was going to provide some comfort to your aching breast.

"Why didn't you tell me this morning? I would have loved to be buried in your tits," Sirius asked, walking past talking portraits and statues before he got to the fat lady. He quickly said the password, pulling you along quickly up the stairs.

"I thought it would go away, Sirius please hurry they hurt," you whined, feeling your breast bounce against your bra as you make your way up the stairs, Sirius turns quickly eyes instantly going to your clothed chest. He gave you a smirk then connected his lips with yours.

"Shh, I'll take care of you real soon I promise," Sirius cooed quietly, leading you to his empty dorm. Once inside and the door locked with a charm, his fingers were opening your blouse. You let him undress you, helping him pull off the fabric.

He came to sit at the end of the bed, bringing you closer with a hand on your hip as he looked up towards you.

"Hurry up," you said, unhooking your bra as it fell against the floor. Sirius let his eyes wander to your exposed chest, your breast flushed and tender as you exhale from the release.

His hands instantly came to rest on them, palms massaging your aching tits as your hands found their way into his hair.

"Fuck they look so swollen baby," Sirius said, his fingers finding their way to pull against your nipple as you crawl onto his lap.

"Just touch them please, you make them feel better," you told him, pushing your chest into his hand as you let your eyes fall shut. You let out whimpers as he massaged your breasts, tears coaxing your vision as you felt relief wash over you.

The weight of them disappeared as Sirius kept playing with them, your breast slowly releasing the tension as it got messaged by his well-needed hands.

"That feels so fucking nice, you have no idea" you whimpered, shoulders relaxed as you lean into him. Your hips meet his, you easily fall into a subtle grind. You open your eyes briefly, seeing Sirius's face. His pupils were blown wide open, he looked like the happiest man alive. You chuckle, making your chest bounce as you can almost see Sirius roll his eyes into the back of his skull.

"God, can I fuck you? Please we have 20

Minutes, I wanna see your tits bounce," Sirius said straight forward, he stared into your eyes with a pleading look. His bottom lip almost quivered as he gave you his famous puppy dog eyes.

"Sure, but I don't wanna ride, you do the work," you say, getting off his lap as you fall against his bed. Sirius smiled, liking the new position as he started to undress himself quickly.

He kissed you gently, his hands working to get rid of your skirt. He didn't even take off your underwear, pushing them aside as his fingers came against your soaking slit.

"Your so wet baby, just from me playing with your tits?" Sirius teased, before lining his cock with your slit as he looked up towards your eyes.

"Oh shush Sirius, you wanna fuck me or not?" You told him, annoyed that your breasts weren't getting any attention. The ache slowly came back, making you whine as you stared up at him.

"May I?" He asked gently, the tip of his cock slowly pushing its way inside you. You deeply inhale, nodding your head as you hold right onto his shoulders.

He pushes in slowly, not stopping before he's buried hilt deep inside you. You exhale, getting used to the feeling as you find his hands. You bring his hands to your chest, making a whimper as you feel him take them.

"God your so fucking pretty," Sirius said, his palm massaging your breast once again as you let out pleased moans.

"I know," you winked at him, moving your hips as you guided him into moving. Sirius was absolutely awe-struck, his eyes wide as he fucked into you just right.

Your back immediately arched when his cock found your sweet spot, making you cling onto his flesh as you pressed yourself against him. You felt the relief fill you again as Sirius's hands worked their way to massage the underside of your breast. You enjoyed it, glowing in the feeling of being completely pampered.

"You like when I fuck you, don't you slut?" Sirius muttered loudly, his fingers hooking against your nipple as he gave them a generous tug. Your eyes opened quickly, breath catching in your throat.

When you didn't answer right away, Sirius let his hand come down to slap against your tender breast. Making your skin jump as you let out a loud whimper, you heard him chuckle before massaging over the forming red spot.

"I like when you fuck me, you make me feel so good," you praised him, feeling his hand ease up as he rolled your breast between his hands gently. You spread your legs wider, letting him hit every curve that was offered as your head fell against the pillow.

"I know you do, such a good girl for my cock," Sirius praised back, smiling as he pulled his hands away before placing them onto the back of your thigh.

He brought you closer, hips jerking into you as his cock filled you deep and hard. Your breath was uneven as you came closer to your high.

Sirius watched your tits bounce with each thrust, the sight almost making him cum hard. He fucked you faster, thrust becoming uneven but godly. You were almost screaming at the pleasure, your hands grabbing anything you could find as your eyes shut tight.

"Gonna cum against my cock?" Sirius asked, voice sweaty as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Oh fuck, please don't stop," moans were leaving your lips quickly, you couldn't even process what you were saying as euphoria washed over you.

You felt him pull out, letting you take a moment to catch your breath. You opened your eyes, watching as Sirius continued to stare at your chest with a grateful expression.

"You didn't cum," you told him, a bit of guilt washed over you before you saw his happy expression.

"No, I will," he said, you gave him a confused expression. He couldn't possibly want to go again? You only have a few more minutes until class would start.

"Can I fuck your titties please?" He asked, sending you a small smile as you only nodded. Sirius made a loud sound, he was incredibly happy that his dick would be buried into your chest.

You slid onto your knees, his wooden floor felt hard against them but you couldn't care as you positioned your boobs against his cock.

Sirius grabbed your hair, running it through his fingers as he let you take the lead. You bounced your breast against his cock, spitting against it to create more friction.

The sight of you made Sirius almost cum, he didn't take long before he was groaning out his appreciation and white fluid coated your chest.

You pulled back, your breast less swollen and tender as they lay covered in cum. Sirius watched for a moment, taking in the glory of the sight before him.

"Your a fucking goddess," Sirius concluded, kissing your forehead before running off quickly to grab a towel. He cleaned you up swiftly, making sure to massage your breast between his hands to make sure they weren't still sore.

"Do they feel alright, they don't look as swollen," Sirius asked, helping you into your clothes before putting on his own.

"Yeah, they feel better. Thank you," you told him, kissing his lips while helping him buckle his belt.

"Any time," Sirius winked, heading towards your next class.

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moonstruckme · 11 months ago

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HI omg I’m in love with you and your writing and your sweet demeanor- you’re amazing!! I have a request for emt!marauders in an established relationship - with reader who is terrified of throwing up and emetophobic? Thank you!!!!

Thanks lovely <3

cw: emetophobia, mention of vomit (no description), reader has hair long enough to pull back

modern au

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 679 words

“Dove.” There’s exhaustion in Remus’ voice, and you feel wretched for putting it there. “You’re going to feel so much better if you just get it out of your system, sweet girl.”

“I’m fine,” you mumble, but you have to swallow after the words. The muscles in your abdomen spasm punishingly.

“You’re not,” Sirius insists. He’s been alternatively soft and stern with you, a vacillation you know stems from worry and so you’re trying not to hold it against him. Still, Remus sets a pacifying hand on his shoulder when some of your hurt shows on your face.

You know you’re being difficult. You’d all gone out for dinner the night before, to a nice place, and all gotten the same pasta on the server’s recommendation. It was really spectacularly good. You’re not loving it so much now, though, when you can taste it in the back of your throat, vying for exit.

Each of the boys had thrown it up in the early morning, and you’d spent the night on the couch, the worst girlfriend in the world, listening to ocean sounds through noise-canceling headphones and trying not to think about what was happening in the bathroom.

Now you’re still lying curled up on the couch, taking sips of coke through a straw with a tiny electric fan set up on the coffee table to blow cool air in your face. James has wormed his way underneath you so your torso is laid across his lap, one of his hands pressed protectively over the aching part of your belly, and Sirius is perched on the coffee table while Remus watches you from the armchair.

“Baby,” Sirius tries again, “Remus is right. This sort of food poisoning doesn’t go away on its own. You won’t feel better until you let it out.”

You make a half-suppressed whimpering sound, and James coos, rubbing your stomach. “I know,” you admit. “I just—” Mortifyingly, tears invade your vision. You press your face into the couch, but not before you see Sirius’ brow crease with sympathy. “—really don’t want to.”

“We know, honey.” James kneads skillfully at your abdomen, working out the tight muscles. “I get that it’s really hard for you, and you’re scared, but when it’s over it’s over. You only have to do it once.”

You nod, and hot tears clump in your lashes. You don’t trust yourself to speak anymore. You hear the bucket they’d brought into the living room for you being moved closer, but you ignore the sound.

“You’re alright,” Remus says, voice low and sure. “You’re going to be just fine. Just let it happen, and then you don’t have to do anything else. We can all relax for the rest of the day, yeah?”

James’ fingers press gently into your stomach, and your gasp turns into a hiccup. You lean over the bucket with a whine, and Sirius grabs your hair while James murmurs apologies and assurances one after the other.

“There we go.” Sirius holds your hair in one hand and rubs between your shoulder blades with the other, his touch cool on your hot skin. “Good girl, let it out.”

When you’re done Remus brings you straight to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and they all oblige you when you want to change into new pajamas regardless of your current ones being perfectly clean.

“You’re all done.” James takes your still shaky hands once you’re feeling fresh and clean, pulling you back onto the couch and mashing a kiss onto your temple. “Proud of you, sweetheart.”

You harumph, but cuddle up to him. It is nice to be rid of the nausea, and the clamminess of your skin was something you didn’t realize had become so oppressive until it was gone.

“I hope you’re willing to put as much energy into snuggling as you did into making me sick,” you tell him.

Remus pokes you with his foot for being mean, but James does look a bit sheepish as he tugs a blanket around the both of you. “Oh, absolutely. Triple that.”

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bellatrixscurls · 4 years ago

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"LOVEMAKING" WITH THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS

marauders era

golden era (boys edition)

golden + marauders era (girls edition)

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Remus John Lupin

• a fucking dom and i'm not taking 'no' for an answer.

• takes punishment very seriously. like he would do anything just to teach you a lesson and you can't fool him into letting you off easy.

• every full moon, remus gets rougher so that's why he tends to keep you away. and let's be honest, sex with remus is always amazing, but it gets even better near and on the full moon.

• will make you ride his thigh if you act bratty and interrupt him while he's doing homework.

• is very possessive but will share you with james and sirius from the to time (only if sirius agrees to be a sub).

• library sex!! plenty of it, and you have to be quiet or you'll get punished really badly.

• !!suck on remus' fingers if you need him and absolutely can't wait!! it'll make him go feral and he'll be pounding into you in a matter of seconds.

• is into light degrading (when you're being bad), praising, voyeurism, bondage, gagging, spanking.

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Sirius Orion Black

• a switch.

• will probably make you gag on his cock as a form of punishment (but in reality, he does it just because he loves the sight).

• will go to the end of the world to assure you that you're the prettiest little thing alive. even in bed, all the time.

• will give you lots of nicknames, but i feel like his favourite one is 'puppy'.

• this man can literally praise you now and then degrade you like a few seconds after.

• is a sex god. i know it, you know it, he knows it, everyone knows it.

• aftercare with sirius is the sweetest thing that'll ever happen to you. he is so gentle, drawing you a warm bath, bringing you snacks (etc) even if he overstimulated you to no end just a couple of minutes before.

• sirius bites. and he bites hard. he will bite your cheek, shoulder, jaw, chest - literally every piece of flesh he can find. he likes to call it 'cute aggression'.

• has the biggest breeding kink. like, you completely melt when he tells you that you're the only person he's ever done this with.

• he's also into : a mix of praise and degradation, collars, cuffs, hair pulling, choking, gagging. has a major daddy kink.

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James Potter

• cutest sub.

• most of the time, he's very obedient and will do literally anything you tell him to.

• loves when you peg him, but loves it even more when you touch him, his cock, his body in general.

• when you're ridding/pegging/giving him a blowjob, he'll ask for lots of kisses. it's something that assures him that even if you're being rough/edging him, you still love him and are there for him.

• will cry if you don't give him kisses. with like, real tears.

• has an obsession with your tits. like, he'll always beg you to sleep topless so he can suck on them and rest his cheek upon them.

• tip : don't degrade him when he's being good, only do it when he's not behaving.

• CALLS YOU MOMMY.

• corruption kink, choking, cuffs, dom/sub, public sex.

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Regulus Arcturus Black

• DOM.

• has lots of rules and if you even dare break any of them, you're fucked.

• won't let anyone join, you're his and only his. sirius is an exception though.

• likes when you call him 'my prince' and 'sir'.

• he'll let you take control from time to time, but not full control.

• breeeeding. everywhere, anytime.

• likes to tease you in public places and see you squirm and buck your hips for him. but don't even try to do the same to him - he'll just keep a straight face the whole time and your punishment will be bad.

• loves to fuck you in front of mirrors, against the walls and pretty much anywhere but on beds. regulus thinks that 'fucking in bed is overrated'.

• will degrade you all the time, only a light trace of praise every now and then.

• has a sir kink.

• is into all the freaky stuff. like all the freaky stuff.

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Lucius Malfoy

• hard dom. like, really hard dom.

• will fuck you bloody, because he adores seeing you struggle to walk to your classes. and will even give your arse a few innocent slaps every now and then, until you're falling into his arms.

• kinkiest little shit out there. has all types of toys, vibrators, cuffs, collars. and he will use them all.

• give him a reason to be mad, i dare you.

• punishments with lucius are really bad, sometimes even worse than the overstimulation.

• likes to suck harshly on your clit because he knows it brings you both pain and pleasure, which, in his opinion, 'are the perfect combination'.

• likes to fuck you on his lap, with your skirt on. not only because he likes to have you close, but because, in case anyone walks in on you, they won't be able to see what's his.

• he'll leave bruises everywhere, and i mean everywhere.

• sex with cissy and lucius. pure heaven.

• makes you wear his clothes all the time when you don't have classes, because 'you just look so cute like this'.

• will treat you like a literal puppy - when you behave - like, he'll pet your head, rub under your chin and up and down your back.

• lucius fucks and he fucks hard (like father, like son) and this man lives for overstimulation.

• he's into everything but foot fetish. like, he often compliments your feet (and every other part of your body) but he is simply not into it.

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Pureblood Mania: Sirius Black X Reader

A/N: Warning: toxic mother-daughter relationship. Mentions of drinking.

Sirius Black was one of the most arrogant, thick and inconsiderate prats anyone would have the misfortune to meet. He found his pleasure in staying with random girls who truly fell for his charm all while he didn’t even look back once he got what he needed. Which is why to say that he was furious at the moment was a complete understatement.

His ‘beloved’ mother had decided to pounce upon him this very morning and Walburga Black was not one to beat around the bush. Authoritatively, she stormed into his room and snapped her fingers in front of her face, saying, “We’ve got to talk.”

Sirius supressed a massive groan – this couldn’t be good.

“I can see your future is going nowhere, boy!” she snarled, “You shall, under no circumstances, besmirch the ground that my forefathers have bestowed upon me by ending up to be a – a street dweller!”

Sirius rolled his eyes. Trust her to say something dramatic like this.

“Therefore, to improve our situation and get rid of you,” she added nastily, “You will be getting married at the end of this month.”

If there was anything Sirius was expecting, it definitely wasn’t this. He got up so fast that his chair crashed to the ground. He did not care.

“Wha- married?!” he sputtered, “To whom?!”

“You shall see this evening,” his smother snapped, “She’s a lovely girl. They will arrive at around five. Wear something respectable. And fix your hair!”

She stormed out of the room, leaving Sirius mouth agape.

Married.

She would probably be some swotty pureblood. The very thought disgusted him. Though, deep down, Sirius always knew he would be married this way, he wasn’t ready for that level of commitment. He was used to variety. Now he’d be stuck with some dull girl for the rest of his life. This day could not get worse.

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“I’m ready, mum,” you spoke in a monotonous voice.

This morning, your darling mother had announced that you’d be getting married at the end of this month to a ‘charming’ young man. You knew she didn’t care who you married. Pureblood was the word.

You were wearing a F/C dress and your hair was styled neatly – very unlike you.

Your mother came bustling into the room saying, “Good. We should leave now, they’re expecting us. And don’t embarrass me.”

She glared threateningly at you.

You rolled your eyes.

As you stepped into the car, very much aware of what you were signing up for, it drove ahead through the beautiful town you’d once called home. Your car stopped in front of a handsome manor – one you’d never seen before.

As the front gates opened to reveal a scrawny house elf, you followed your mother inside. The moment you reached the living room, something felt off.

“Ah, Y/M/N!” a richly dressed woman greeted, “And dear Y/N! How lovely to see you!”

It was at that moment that you spotted one of your oldest friends, Regulus Black. Your eyebrows rose. This was better than any random pureblood, however, you were quite incapable of thinking of Regulus that way and you were sure he was too.

You looked at him and he looked back. You pointed to yourself and then him and mouthed, “Seriously?”

Regulus looked sickened and shook his head in disgust, mouthing, “Not me.”

You frowned slightly. Regulus didn’t have a cousin, did he? After all, the only other person in the house was –

Oh. Oh, OH.

Your face morphed into an expression of absolute horror as you registered the other person who had just entered the room, mirroring your expression.

Realising you were gaping, you cleared your throat and spoke, “Sirius.”

Your voice was three octaves higher than usual and you hated it.

“Y/N.” Sirius breathed, still in shock.

“Oh, you two know each other?” Mrs Black clapped happily, “How lovely.”

“Yes,” you muttered, “How lovely.”

You glared his way as a pang of immense guilt welled in Sirius’ stomach, eating at him like termites as he relived his only memories of you at Hogwarts.

A girl was laughing and chatting animatedly to an otherwise quiet boy, who reciprocated her actions. Y/N L/N and Regulus Black were almost inseparable.

“Oi, Y/N!” a dark-haired boy with a handsome face called, “Is it because you pity my idiotic brother that you hang out with him? Or is it just that you’re so pathetic that no one else wants to hang out with you?”

His mates howled with laughter as you blushed furiously. Regulus threw a disgusted look their way and tugged at your sleeve, muttering, “Let’s leave.”

The same girl was now attempting to carry a large pile of books to the library to help Madame Pince with her work, when they tumbled out of her hands and she fell to the floor with a thud.

“What’s that, L/N?!” Sirius Black yelled from nearby, “Bite off more than you can chew?”

James and Peter positively roared with laughter as Remus suddenly became interested on one spot in his book, his brows furrowing into a frown slightly.

You gathered your books in embarrassment before practically running to the library with them.

As he relived these moments, he realised how much you’d actually grown. You weren’t the same old dorky girl from Hogwarts. You were now a quiet, reserved and admittedly extremely attractive young woman who looked ready to burst into tears.

“Sirius dear, take Y//N up to your room, will you?” Mrs Black gave a nasty fake smile.

“Yes, uh, okay, come on,” Sirius stammered.

You walked up the stairs in silence, not daring to look at each other. The house was indeed, very beautiful. As you reached Sirius’ room, you clambered inside before he finally spoke.

“So,” Sirius awkwardly began, “H-how are you, where’ve you been?”

“Do you really care or are you just being polite?” you muttered, upholding a deadpan stare out the window and on the handsome garden.

“Listen, Y/N, I know we got off on the wrong foot-”

“Yeah, we damn right did!” you snapped, pouring out seven years’ worth of feelings at once, “You never had the right foot when it came to me, Sirius, and I doubt that you have it now.”

“Look, I know you don’t want to do this,” Sirius desperately said, “I don’t want to force you into anything but-”

“Oh yes, there’s always a but when it comes to you, isn’t it?” you spat, “I can’t call off this marriage because my mum will kill me, you understand? Kill me. And I’m not like on of the many girls you screw every night-”

“I never said you were,” Sirius angrily spoke.

“Thank Merlin, you’ve finally done something wise, Black,” you snarled in his face, “We’ve got to grit our teeth and do it. Will you please try not to be a complete and utter arse and make it harder for me than it already is?”

At that moment, your mother burst into the room, “Y/N darling, we’ve got to leave now, and get your dress picked.”

Trying not to gag at the fake ‘darling’, you threw one last nasty glare in Sirius’ direction before following your mother out of the room.

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DAY OF WEDDING (A/N: sorry 😉)

“Bleurgh,” you blankly stated to your friend Lily Evans, who was getting you ready for the wedding alongside another girl called Marlene McKinnon, to whom you’d never really talked but she seemed nice anyway.

“What’s wrong, you look gorgeous!!” Lily gasped.

“Spiffing, Y/N,” Marlene grinned at you, “Let’s get your hair done, Sirius is a lucky man!”

She hastily added, “Joking!” as you glared murderously at her.

Soon your hair was styled and your veil perched on top of your head along with a bouquet of roses in your arms.

As you walked alongside your father down the aisle, you fought the urge to turn and run on the spot. Sirius was gaping at you from the front. He looked quite nice, you had to admit.

His face formed a cocky smirk as you fought another urge to throw the bouquet at his face.

You didn’t register any vows the priest made, your mind wandering over to glimpses of the future you were signing up for.

The word that caught you by surprise was, “You may kiss the bride.”

“Oh shit,” you thought, trying not to panic.

Sirius threw an anxious glance at your face, as if asking for your permission and you closed your eyes and nodded slightly. You could feel his minty breath on your face as his lips captured your own. They were gone the moment they appeared.

You flushed. How foolish of you to think Sirius Black would ever like you. You were looking anywhere but his face, refusing to fall for his charm. As the guests congratulated you and the food was eaten, the speeches delivered, it was finally time to go home. You were to go to a honeymoon destination your mothers had chosen and Merlin you were going to regret this.

The moment you stepped inside your bedroom; something was off. The whole room smelt like flowers and there was this tiny ass bed in which the two of you would have to squeeze.

“Ugh,” you moaned into your palms, grabbing your clothes and heading off to the bathroom to change out of this awful wedding dress and into your nightclothes.

By the time you washed off your makeup and brushed your teeth, your new ‘husband’ was already sitting on the bed, changed into his own nightclothes.

You sat warily on the bed, as far away from him as possible. Sirius threw a questioning glance your way before speaking, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Ignoring this mildly hurtful jibe, you spoke, “You don’t care how attractive the girl is, as long as she’s ready to shag you.”

“Nice,” Sirius sarcastically muttered, “I can see why Regulus liked you. You’re a bloody psychopath.”

“He’s a damn sight better than you are,” you retorted.

“I’m the handsome one,” Sirius cockily stated.

“I’d rather marry Severus,” you coldly spoke, “At least he knows his manners.”

“You really know how to wound a man.”

“It’s midnight, go to sleep. And no funny business, Black,” you warned.

“Can’t make no promises,” Sirius chanted as you threw a pillow at his face before turning the other way and falling asleep.

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Married life didn’t suit you at all, especially when your husband was such an arse. He would leave early morning and go out with his stupid friends and sometimes even bring them over. Let’s just say you didn’t fancy quietly sitting in the corner, watching James Potter and Sirius Black taking turns shoving pencils up their noses while Peter cheered them on and Remus sat with his head in his hands, continually apologising to you.

You drew the line when Sirius returned one day, apparently been out with his friends.

He silently hung up his coat before turning to walk to the bathroom when you shut your book and spoke, “Enjoyed ourselves, did we?”

Sirius turned around to face you, confused, “Huh?”

“We need to talk,” you spoke, struggling to keep your voice even.

“’Kay, but first I’m going to-”

“NOW.” you spoke with such a ringing force in your voice, Sirius was surprised at himself for not recoiling several steps.

He cleared his throat, “Yeah, OK. What’s up?”

“I’ll tell you what’s up,” you fumed, “Where do you get to these days? I go to bed and you’re not there; I wake up and you’re still not there and you turn up for lunch then disappear again to wherever you go!”

“So?” Sirius shrugged, “’Smatter with you?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Sirius, I’m your wife,” you spoke, “I have a right to know where you go-”

“You’re not my wife,” Sirius frowned slightly.

“I – what, sorry?!” you sputtered.

“I thought we just married for namesake,” Sirius’ frown grew deeper.

“Yeah, but that still makes me your wife, git!” you yelled angrily.

“Why do you care where I go?” Sirius furiously asked you, “It’s not like you like me any better when I’m around-”

“If you’re married, I hope you realise that you can’t sleep around anymore, namesake or not,” you coolly stated.

Sirius looked taken aback, “I don’t sleep around.”

“A likely story,” you snarled.

“You know what, you’re being ridiculous right now,” Sirius huffed in annoyance, “I’ll see you later.”

“Wait, no,” you hurried forward and made to seize his forearm but he roughly shook you off before slamming the door in your face.

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“I’d make fun of you right now,” Regulus was trying to control his laughter, “But you seem pretty miserable already. Care telling me what’s wrong, brother?”

Sirius scowled at his younger brother. Trust the little shit to try and get back at him for possible blackmail material.

“I need something to drink first,” Sirius stated.

Regulus snorted before summoning a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses with a wave of his wand. He poured some out for himself and gave the other glass to his brother.

Sirius took a swig before speaking, “It’s Y/N. She’s acting weird.”

“You always found her weird,” Regulus coldly stated.

“Nah, now she’s weirder than usual,” Sirius shuddered, and with a deep breath, began to explain.

By the time he finished, Regulus was staring at him with incredulity and exasperation.

“Are you really such an idiot?” he asked disbelievingly, “You’re supposed to be smarter than this, Sirius, dogs are smart!”

“What’s intelligence got to do with this?” Sirius asked, confused.

Regulus rolled his eyes, “You’ve no idea, have you? Imagine, brother, my situation at Hogwarts when she used to burst into tears in front of me after you’d teased her, telling me that she was no good and how Sirius Black would never like someone like her back!”

Sirius’ look of confusion morphed into one of comprehension, followed by horror.

“She-?” he asked.

“Yes,” Regulus nodded, staring at him in disgust, “Now go apologise to her, or I’ll hex you so bad you’ll shoot flames out of your-”

“No, okay, no,” Sirius made a disgusted face before proceeding to down the entire bottle of Firewhiskey.

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A knock on your door around midnight told you that your delightful ‘husband’ had come home. Scowling, you got out of bed to open the door to reveal and extremely drunk Sirius standing there.

“What the-”

“I’m sorryyyyy Y/N ieeeee,” Sirius sobbed, flinging himself onto you.

“Uhm,” you awkwardly patted his head, “What’s going on-?”

“All the time I thought you – hic – fancied my – hic – brother, when you were really – hic – oh, I’ve been a complete – hic – arse to you and – hic – now I’ve – hic – ruined everything,” he rambled.

“Sirius, what-” you got cut off as his lips sloppily grazed over your own. You closed your eyes for a brief moment before realising he was drunk. He probably didn’t know what he was doing. This was wrong.

“Sirius,” you muttered, pushing him off slightly, “You don’t mean this, trust me, you don’t.”

“I do, I do,” he howled, still sobbing, “I wanna be your husband – make lots of little kids with you!”

“OK,” you spoke, this was where to draw the line, “Tell me this when you’re sober, with a straight face, and I’ll believe you.”

His face morphed into a dorky grin and his head lolled over to your shoulder as you practically carried him inside before the both of you fell asleep.

When you woke up, you were surprised to see him leaning impatiently over you, showing no sign of a hangover whatsoever.

“Ready to make those little kids?” he asked cheekily as you gasped, a realisation hitting you.

“I’m going to kill Regulus.”

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