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ms-snape · 5 months ago

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The Snake And The Lion (young!sirius black x slytherin!reader)

Request: This was requested by a dear friend of mine, I honestly loved the idea and couldn't refuse it to her. Request are OPENED

Summary: A slytherin girl has stolen sirius' heart

Warning: none exept a bit of James hating on slytherins

Word count: 1310

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the courtyard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students milled about, laughter echoing against the ancient stone walls. Sirius Black, leaning against a weathered pillar, watched the crowd with a mix of admiration and anxiety. His heart raced as his gaze settled on Y/N, a Slytherin girl with a cascade of dark hair that caught the golden light. She was laughing with her friends, her smile radiant enough to brighten even the gloomiest of dungeons.

“Pads, you’re drooling,” came a teasing voice from beside him. Remus Lupin, with his sandy hair and thoughtful eyes, nudged Sirius with his elbow.

“Shut up, Moony,” Sirius replied, trying to appear nonchalant. “I’m just… observing.”

“Observing? More like staring. You might as well be a lovesick puppy,” Remus chuckled, leaning back against the wall next to him.

“Maybe I am,” Sirius muttered, his eyes still fixed on Y/N. She tossed her head back in laughter, and Sirius felt a pang of longing. He had never felt this way about anyone before, and it terrified him.

“Honestly, mate, you need to tell her. It’s getting ridiculous,” Remus said, a hint of seriousness creeping into his tone.

Sirius shook his head, a frown creasing his brow. “And risk James going off on her? No way. You know how he is with Slytherins.”

“Yeah, but…” Remus began, but Sirius cut him off.

“Besides, it’s not like she’d even be interested in a Gryffindor like me,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he dragged a hand through his dark hair.

Just then, James Potter, known to his friends as Prongs, bounded over, his confidence radiating like sunlight. “Hey, lads! What’s up?” He grinned, his trademark mischief glinting in his eyes.

“Nothing much, just discussing… Potions,” Remus said, shooting a warning glance at Sirius.

“Potions? Pfft. That’s boring. I’ve got a better idea. Let’s go prank Filch!” James suggested, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Not today, Prongs. I’ve got a lot on my mind,” Sirius replied, his voice barely above a murmur.

James raised an eyebrow. “What’s bothering you? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

Sirius opened his mouth to respond, but his attention was suddenly drawn back to Y/N, who had stood up and was now walking toward the castle. But just as she passed by, a group of Gryffindors, led by James, made a snide comment that echoed across the courtyard.

“Look at that snake slithering away,” James sneered, laughter bubbling up from his friends.

Sirius’s heart plummeted. “James, stop!” he shouted, stepping forward before he could think better of it.

“What? It’s just a joke,” James said, shrugging it off.

“Yeah, but it’s not funny!” Sirius snapped, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “She’s not a snake. Her name is Y/N. And she doesn’t deserve that.”

James blinked in surprise, the laughter fading from his expression. “Whoa, Padfoot, I didn’t know you cared that much.”

“I do care,” Sirius replied, his voice lower now, almost vulnerable. “I… I like her, alright?”

The courtyard fell silent, the weight of Sirius’s confession hanging in the air. Remus’s eyes widened, and even Peter, who had been lurking nearby, looked up in surprise.

“Wait, what?” James exclaimed, his tone shifting from confusion to genuine surprise. “You like a Slytherin? Are you serious?”

“Very,” Sirius said, crossing his arms defensively. “And you know how you are with them. It’s why I haven’t said anything. You’d just make fun of her.”

James opened his mouth, then closed it, processing the information. “You’re right; I’ve been a massive git. I didn’t realize you felt this way,” he admitted, his tone softening.

“Yeah, well, it’s not exactly easy to admit,” Sirius muttered, staring at the ground.

“I’m sorry, mate. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just… I guess I’ve been conditioned to think all Slytherins are the enemy,” James said, a hint of regret in his voice. “But if you really like her, you should tell her. She might surprise you.”

“Tell her? You think I should just walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, I like you, let’s ignore the fact that your house is my house’s biggest rival’?” Sirius scoffed, shaking his head.

“I do,” Remus chimed in, his expression earnest. “You won’t know unless you try. And I can’t imagine how much better you’d feel if you just got it off your chest.”

Sirius sighed, glancing back in Y/N’s direction. She was chatting with a fellow Slytherin, her laughter ringing like music in the air. “What if she says no?”

“Then you move on,” James replied bluntly. “But you’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t try.”

Sirius felt a spark of determination ignite within him. “You’re right. I can’t keep hiding. I’ll talk to her.”

“Good. And I’ll maybe apologize to her, too,” James offered, a newfound sincerity in his voice.

“Thanks, Prongs. I appreciate it,” Sirius said, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders.

With a deep breath, Sirius pushed away from the pillar and started toward the castle, his heart pounding with every step. As he approached Y/N, he could hear the soft hum of her voice, a melody that pulled him closer.

“Y/N!” he called, his voice breaking through the chatter.

She turned, her eyes brightening when they met his. “Black! What’s up?Wanna start laughting at me like your dear friend”

"N…no, I would never laught at you"He replies sincerly,he felt the warmth of her gaze wash over him, and suddenly, all his nerves faded into the background. “Can we talk for a sec?”

“Sure,” she said, tilting her head curiously, her smile never fading.

They stepped away from the crowd, and Sirius leaned against the cool stone wall of the castle, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “So, um… I wanted to say something.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her expression encouraging. “Go on.”

“I… I like you, Y/N,” he blurted, feeling the words tumble out. “Like, really like you. I know we’re from different houses and all, but I can’t help it.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Then, a smile broke across her face, lighting up her features. “Really? I didn’t know you felt that way. I thought you didn’t like Slytherins.”

“I thought that, too,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “But it’s different with you. I see you, Y/N. You’re not what everyone says about your house. You’re… diifenrent, you're amazing.”

Y/N stepped closer, her expression softening. “You’re not so bad yourself, Black. I’ve noticed you, too. You’re kind of a legend.”

His heart soared at her words. “I wish I could say I was as brave as you. I’ve seen you stand up to your own house when they’re mean to others. It’s impressive.”

“Thanks,” she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “So, what now?”

Sirius took a breath, his heart racing. “I guess… I’d like to try this. Us. If you’re interested.”

Her smile widened, and she stepped even closer, their proximity sending a thrill through him. “I’d like that. I’ve always thought there was something special about you, Sirius.”

Without thinking, he leaned in, their lips connecting in a gentle kiss that sent sparks coursing through his veins. It was electric, a moment suspended in time, and when they pulled apart, Y/N’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Wow,” she said, a teasing smile on her lips. “Not bad for a Gryffindor.”

Sirius chuckled, feeling lighter than air. “Not bad for a Slytherin, either.”

As they stood there, the rest of the world faded away. The courtyard, the whispers of the students, the rivalries—it all became background noise to the connection they had just forged. Sirius knew that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but in that moment, he felt ready to face anything for Y/N.

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merlinrelated · 4 months ago

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Rupert Young and Bradley James at the Davey Holmes Harry Potter Cricket Cup (26 August 2024)

#bradley james #rupert young #merlin #merlin cast #my heart #team gryffindor #davey holmes #cricket cup

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mastermindmiko · 4 months ago

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Chess

pairing: James Potter + reader word count: 1,770 summary: Dad James decides to teach Harry how to play chess. warnings: none, but lmk

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, check out my masterlist.

requests are open!

"He needs to go to bed." "No, he doesn't." James counters. He grabs a coffee table and Harry's tiny chair. He sets the table in front of the couch and the chair opposite to the sofa where I'm sitting. He calls out, "Harry!"

There's a moment of silence before we hear the sounds of footsteps above us. It moves from the other side of the house towards the staircase, and I listen carefully. There's a thud, James gets up from on the sofa before Harry screams, "I'm okay!"

There's a bit of silence no doubt Harry picking himself up from the floor then the thumping footsteps continue. I see Harry running towards the stairs and I advised, "Careful."

He slows down his pace while the sofa creeks under James' added weight. He goes down the stairs, putting one foot on the next step then placing the other one beside it. He reaches the last two steps, and (just like his father) he decides to jump.

He stumbles once more, before rushing towards the chair that James set up for him, but not before circling the table two times. He trips and gets back up to continue running towards the chair. He sits down, and James' giving him a stern look. He commented, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

Harry pouts before his eyes widen. He lets out a little 'Oh!' before getting up and pressing a small kiss to James' cheek before coming towards me. He lifts himself up on his tippy-toes and gives me a kiss on my cheek as well. He puts his heels back on the ground, ready to take off, but I reach out to grab his hand.

I stop him, and reach down to raise the fabric of his cotton pajama pants up to reveal a scratch on his knee. I tut, and James looks it over before flicking his wand around and the scratch disappears beneath his skin, a new shiny layer appearing. Harry giggles, and gives James a big bear hug.

I lean forward from my side of the sofa to whisper into James' ear, "I don't him to start taking his injuries as a joke."

"Don't take it too seriously, love, if it was something serious-" he snickers, then continues, "I would've fussed over it, but it's not, so it's best that we don't show him that it's okay. Besides, I'm that way, and I'm fine."

"You're need to relax a bit more, darling."

My eye twitches at his words, and he stiffens realizing his words midway as he lifts the chess board up from the ground from beside him. He nervously chuckles, "I didn't mean that of course my love, now, how about a scalp massage?"

I hum, contently as I shift around to lean my head back on James' lap, and stretch my feet to rest up on the sofa's arm. James claps his hands and says, "Today, I'm going to be teaching you a new game."

Harry claps his hands enthusiastically, and giggles. I pout at how adorable our little kid is. James pulls out the board and scoops out the pieces. Harry grabs a bishop, a pawn and a queen and takes off running. He giggles as he runs around. James shouts, "Hey!"

He stands up quickly, ready to run after him. I lift a hand to the back of my head and yell, "Ouch!" making sure that James hears. He takes two steps back and grabs a pillow to place behind my head. He bends down to give me a kiss on the forehead and mutters, "Sorry, love."

He takes off behind Harry, and I can hear them run around the sofa, go into the kitchen, and Harry even made it to the stairs before James came up from behind him and lifted him off the ground. Harry kicks his feet around, and struggles into James' grip.

James sits him back into his chair, and he goes around the coffee table. He lifts my head up gently and takes the pillow from beneath my head and shifts under me. I'm back with my head on his lap, and James demanded, "Hand'em over."

He lifted his hand up towards Harry and Harry pouts before placing two pieces in his dad's palm. James nods approvingly before he flips around the board revealing the checkered pieces of the game. Harry looks at the table before folding his arms and saying, knowingly, "Dad, I already know how to play checkers."

"This isn't checkers, son, it's chess." James announces, and Harry's cute little face scrunches up in confusion. He repeats the name of the game, enunciating each syllable. James nods his head, and sets up each of the pieces. Harry's white while James is black. He done when he realizes that there's one piece missing, and that a bishop is missing.

"Harry..." James starts, and Harry whistles looking around the room, wide eyed. James asks, "Where's the last piece?"

"I don't have any." Harry says, and juts out his bottom lip for the added six year old innocence. James negotiates, "How about this, rock, paper, scissors, and if I win, you give me the piece and if you win, you get to keep it?"

Harry nods his head, and they both place their fists on their palms. They start and it ends with Harry with papers and James with rock. James raises both his hands in victory, and celebrates, "I win!"

"Huh?" Harry exclaims, and James nods his head. James explains, "Well, rock, paper, scissors is a subjective game, son, and well, technically scissors can't be broken by a rock since it can be a very strong pair, but if they're very dull they also can't cut paper. and technically a piece of rock could be too heavy to be pulled at by a piece a paper, so by that logic-"

"Just give your dad the piece Harry." I say, stopping James' needless rambling. Harry huffs and hands him the missing bishop. James claps his hands, and starts, "So these little pieces are called pawns."

Harry repeats, "Prawns."

"Sure, good enough." James says, and he continues, "They move once step forward, unless it's their first move then they can move forward two spaces, but if they reach the end of the board then it can be switched out by a queen, but they take sideways, but of course, only sideways forwards."

James finishes and looks up to notice Harry's jaw hanging. I suggest, "Maybe chess is a little bit too complicated for Harry, he's only six after all."

"He just needs to try it out first, it only seems confusing at first." he answers then leans down to whisper in my ear, "I already listened to you and switched to muggle chess because you said that wizard's chess was too violent."

"Keep talking and starting giving me that scalp massage that you promised." I close my eyes and James places his hand on my head and starts massaging it. I let out a content moan, and James says, unfocused, looking at the pieces, "Few more hours and I'll have you doing a lot more of that."

"What does that mean, dad?" Harry asks, and James, caught red handed, and he stutters, flustered, "Never mind that, just move a piece Harry, go on."

James then motions for Harry to move a piece since he's white. Harry grabs a knight and knocks down a pawn while moving it forward. James clarifies, "Actually, this piece- the knight, it can only move in an L shape, but you got that right, it can actually jump over pieces, the only piece that can."

Harry nods his head and lifts a his fallen pawn back up and shifts his piece to the side, moving it to it's proper position. I cheered, "Good job, Harry."

James goes to move a piece before Harry puts his hands out and questions, "Why isn't it called a horse? It looks like a horse!"

"Good point, Harry. It's not called a horse because it's called a knight."

"But knights ride horses." Harry counters, and James decides instead to move a pawn to spaces forward. Harry looks back at the chess board and decides, "This game is boring."

"It's actually a very strategic game, and while it's not very fun, it's very rewarding." James explains, and Harry had already slumped down in his chair and tilts his head up to groan at the ceiling. Harry groans, "Can't we just play checkers?"

I sit up and notice Harry's sad face. I twist my spine to look back at James. I place a gentle hand on James' hand, and say to Harry, "Of course, honey, we can, go get the board from upstairs, and no running this time."

Harry nods his head and rushes up to the stairs before he slows down to turn around and give me a thumbs up. I smile at him, and he walks back towards the stairs. James slumps down in his chair, and I press a kiss to his cheek.

He sighs, and I say, "You can teach him when he's seven."

"Yeah, for now, just Quidditch?" James suggests, wiggling his eyebrows at me, hoping for me to agree. I smile at him softly and press my lips to his. He grins back at me, and I pat his bicep gently. I reply, "Not until he's nine."

He pouts, and I chuckle. I kiss his pout away, and he cups my face, and threads his fingers through my hair. He deepens the kiss, and that's when we're yanked from each other. Harry's small hands smacked dab in the middle of each of our face. He pushes us away from each other.

He stomps his feet on the ground and groans, "Ewww!"

I laugh and James does so as well. I reach forward to grab Harry when James decides that the best way to deal with this was to grab my face with and pepper it with kisses while Harry continues stomping his feet and complaining at his dad's displays of affection.

I move my face away from James and pull Harry in between us smashing him into a hug. I say, "Don't do that James, you know Harry doesn't like us when we kiss."

Harry nods his head, arrogantly, and I continue, "So instead of kissing each other, we'll just kiss him instead with a side of tickling."

James and I lean down to start kissing him and tickle him at his stomach. Harry screams and fusses around between out arms, and kicks his feet. He giggles and squirms. He laughs, "Nooo!"

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vaultforslytherins · 4 months ago

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Young Albus Dumbledore ♡

I see so many people hating on him, going on and on about how he is the reason behind everyone's misery and how he is the reason Tom became Voldemort and blah blah blah. Especially some of the marauders stan like I saw post about all the people Albus has wronged (/ manipulated) and they had included Regulus (lol) and (you will never see this coming) GELLERT. Like how in the world that happened someone please explain because I genuinely lost it. Anyways I don't understand all the Albus hate, he is a wonderful character with flaws and I love him.

#harry potter #aesthetic #moodboard #albus dumbledore #dumbledore x grindelwald #grindledore #i love Albus Dumbledore #gryffindor #pro albus dumbledore #Young Albus Dumbledore #character moodboard

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canicules · 5 months ago

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hello marauders tumblr i’m entering the arena with a wolfstar doodle :)

#follow me i will be posting more…#wolfstar #sirius black #sirius orion black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #marauders #marauders era #marauders fanart #hogwarts #harry potter #gryffindor #dead gay wizards #atyd marauders #atyd #all the young dudes #art #digital art #art tag

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roytaiyo · 1 year ago

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HI! It's me again hehe :3c

I draw another moment from my fanfic, I -really- like the dynamic mother/son McGonagall has with Snape

Hope you like it!! UWU

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the-colourful-witch · 10 months ago

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The All the Young Dudes book covers project

I've been working on this fun project in my time off from social media. It consists of three illustrations to use as book covers for All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 on Ao3. This book has been the foundation of my involvement in the fandom. It's the first fic I read about the Marauders and I loved it so much! I laughed, and I cried, it was a real rollercoaster. After making the cover for A Brief History of Dragons by Eyra, I caught the bug and started thinking of more covers to illustrate. I loved working on the first cover, but I didn't love doing it on my tablet. At heart, I am a traditional illustrator and for this kind of illustration, I felt paper might work better. So I got to work. I knew I wanted to make three covers. From what I've seen online most people bind their own copies of All the Young Dudes in three parts: Year 1-4, Year 5-7 and Until the End. Therefore, I made three covers. I have not yet digitalized these illustrations, but I'll turn them into downloadable covers for binders to use for their book projects. I am working on binding my own physical copies of AtYD too :) It's fun! Right, to the covers. There's so much to say!

Book One

This is the start of Remus' life at Hogwarts and his friendship with the other Marauders. I wanted it to feel a bit like reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone for the first time. It's the realisation that magic is real, it's that first spark you get when picking up a book you instantly connect with. That was the feeling I wanted to incorporate in this first cover. There are a bunch of little easter eggs for the story and I hope you'll pick them all out. Let me know in the comments what you think they are. Also, for this project, I studied the language of flowers. I am not sure if all my information is correct, but in this one, I put dandelions in the top corners. Dandelions represent new beginnings :)

Book Two

The second half of the Marauders' time at Hogwarts. This part is all about love and loyalty; something I liked a lot! It's also the time when the Marauders complete their animagus transformations. The animals had to be on the cover! That, I knew for sure. I went for a forest theme for this second cover, because of all the mischief the Marauders got up to in the Forbidden Forest during full moons. I used flower language here as well. For every Marauder I picked a flower I felt represented who they are. For Peter, at the top, I chose Bleeding Heart and Belladonna. Both of them represent betrayal and death. Nice and cheery :) For Sirius, on the Right, I chose Bluebell, which represents loyalty. For Remus, on the Left, I chose Acacia, which represents secret love or forbidden love, because he's hiding his sexuality for most of the book. But it's a love flower and in his core Remus is caring and loving, despite his rough edges. For James, on the bottom, I chose violets. And violets represent love at first sight. I know we all know why <3 I like this cover a lot. The picture is a bit grainy, but like I said, I'm still working on digitalising.

Book Three

Last but certainly not least. This book is about war, love and loss. It was definitely the most challenging piece out of the three, but worth the trouble. On this cover, I put Hogwarts at the top, because that's where it all started and where it ends. On the bottom, there's a prophecy, which is about Harry and Voldemort. There are a few gravestones at the bottom. Very cheerful, I know, but if you pay attention, you see a Deathly Hallows on one of them. On the sides are my favourite parts. I like the lily flower in the arms of death, because it's obvious, but also beautiful. I like the Death Eater on the other side because it's spooky. The snakes represent rebirth and Slytherin House, which is important to the story of the Second Wizarding War, connecting good and evil. Once again I put all the flowers in this piece, scattering them around because they're all interwoven in each other's stories. Finally, I want to say something about the three central images. In the first we see Remus as a child. He's alone and scared of the big scary wolf. The three images are a timeline. It represents Remus' relationship with the wolf in him. At first, he despises it and is scared of it. And finally, he stands with it, not quite embracing it, but he's not scared anymore. In the middle, I wanted to show Remus with his friends, because they banished his fear whenever they were together. With his friends, the wolf didn't control Remus and he could control the wolf. I hope it's all clear. I loved working on these pieces and I hope you like them too!

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