#young sirius x reader

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hii ! can i request this prompt « my ex doesn't understand it's over, so I tell them I've already got someone new » with sirius or remus ? tysmmm

I went with Sirius, I hope you enjoy!!

Sirius is sitting at the table, peeling an orange and methodically removing any of the “stringy bits”, as you call them, so you won’t have to go back and do it yourself and ruin your freshly painted nails, courtesy of days and days of bugging on Sirius’ end. You’re washing dishes, and clearing your throat over and over like you have something to say.

“Just spit it out already,” Sirius gripes, still cleaning off the orange, after you clear your throat only to stay silent for what feels like the millionth time.

“I have a favor to ask,” you say, somewhat uncomfortably, drying your hands on the dish towel before turning to face him, leaning your hip against the counter as if you need the support.

“Shoot,” he replies, not bothering to look up at you for more than a glance, determined to get the orange spotless.

“It’s kinda a lot,” you cross your arms around your middle, and from your tone Sirius knows you’re practically crawling in your skin, so he finally puts down the orange and gives you his full attention.

“I’d do anything for you, you know that.” He tells you, voice dripping in sincerity, and his heart practically glows when you smile at him in response, a soft, shy thing as if he hasn’t seen you dancing on tables and stumbling home and lounging around in your rattiest, comfiest pajamas for a junk food and movie marathon. Sirius is your best friend, and even though you know you can come to him with anything, the fact that he’s your best friend makes your favor slightly more than a little awkward.

“Can you take me out on a fake date on Friday?” You ask, jumping in without providing any sort of context so you don’t chicken out.

“Darling, I’d love to, but what the fuck does that mean?”

Pushing off the counter, you sigh, all big and dramatic as you make your way over to where Sirius is sitting at your kitchen table and throw yourself into the chair next to him.

“So, you know Henry, right?” Sirius’s nod is accompanied by a rather exaggerated eye roll, but you plow ahead anyway, “Well, I saw him when I went out for a walk yesterday, and it seemed like he didn’t really understand the fact that we’re broken up for real.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asks, suddenly more alert than he was moments before.

“Nothing, really,” you attempt to quell his fears, knowing exactly where his mind went the second the words left your mouth, “just that he kept asking me to go out and do things together that seemed pretty couple-y, and he’s nice enough, but I broke up with him for a reason.”

Pausing in your story to take a breath, you see Sirius nodding along, but can tell he’s not really sure where the whole fake date situation comes into play. The fact that he’s even listening, even entertaining this bizarre idea of yours, makes your heart seize up, just a little, with affection and all sorts of things better left unmentioned and unnamed. 

“I just really wanted to let him down easily, so I said I couldn’t because I have a boyfriend, and he asked who and I could have made up a name but I was just thinking about you, because I had just bought the stuff for that salad you told me about, so I said you.” 

Unsure of what to say, Sirius just tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and you plow on ahead.

“And I said we had plans on Friday and he asked where so I said that Italian place you like and apparently he works there.”

‘Well, I could have told you that,” Sirius says, his first contribution to the conversation since you started your little rant.

“I’ll buy you dinner and it doesn’t have to be anything too weird, we’ll just walk in holding hands and maybe a kiss on the cheek and we’ll just look like we’re in love if he happens to walk past us,” you’re practically pleading now, taking Sirius’ unusual silence for proof that this is one favor that’s too much, too awkward. 

“Please, I’m not that awful,” he slides the plate with the orange, now split in half, over to you, “I’ll pick you up at six and pay for your meal because I’m a gentleman.”

“Thank you, really, I owe you one,” you say, picking up your half of the orange as Sirius does the same.

“Hell yeah you do,” he responds, as if going out to dinner, out on a date, with you is some big chore he has to do, and not something he’s been thinking about for months now.

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Sirius Black*Teasing

Pairing: Sirius x f! reader

Day twenty-two: daddy kink with Sirius Black – the word just slipped out one time but now it’s all Sirius wants to hear from your lips

Word count: 915

Warnings: daddy kink, dry humping, making out, neck kisses, getting walked in on, smut 18+

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Sex jokes were common amongst conversations with friends however the current running joke was taking a toll of the fabric of Sirus’s trousers. He had made the deadly mistake of having his friends befriend his girlfriend’s friends and now he was forced to sit at lunch pretending he was not flustered.

The joke in question had started a few days ago and had been torturing him since. Remus had scolded him for copying his homework for the third time that week. however ever the morning hater he was Sirius only came back with, “Whatever dad,” leading to a few giggles from your friend group.

“More like daddy,” you joked and then started the torture that was this past week. everything anyone did was met with a ‘whatever daddy’ ‘okay daddy’ ‘yes daddy’ from you, your friends, and even James on a few occasions.

While Sirius could not give less of a fuck what James said the way your lips wrapped around the word sent shivers down his spine and forced him to pull his baggy jumper down as far as it would go.

You were sat across from Sirius on his head, textbooks scattered across the sheets as James searched for his other sock. Moony and worm tail were away at the library while James rushed to get ready for quidditch practise. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” James teased as he grabbed his bag.

“Whatever daddy,” you said, rolling your eyes which only made Sirius clench his jaw tighter. James of course laughed and made his own daddy joke back before leaving.

However, as the door shut Sirius couldn’t stop himself, “Do you need to call everyone that?”

“Call him what?” you asked, looking up in genuine confusion.

Sirius sighed, his cheeks flushing slightly as he tried to remain calm, “Daddy. You’ve been doing it all week,”

“It’s just a joke,” you shrugged, flipping to another page before suddenly stopping, “Why you jealous?” you teased not expecting the way he huffed and picked up his book. “Hey babe I’m just joking,” you said quickly, moving to sit beside him, “What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t like it,”

“Why?”

“Just cause,”

You sighed, but settled in beside him, resting your head on his shoulder, “Okay fine, I’ll stop,” you said, reaching to pick up the notebook he had on his lap. Sirius went to snatch it, but you’d already lifted it, “What-oh,” you stopped yourself, biting back a laugh when you saw how the fabric of his trousers was struggling, “Are you sure you don’t like it?” you teased.

Sirius cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting pink as his eyes locked on the page he pretended to read, “I just don’t want you calling James that, or any of the guys,”

You hummed, moving to rest your chin on his shoulder so you could stare at his flustered face, “But I can call you it right?” you asked, your hand moving to rest on his thigh, “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” he said, his jaw tightening as you let out a slight giggle, “What- “Sirius stuttered as you pushed his book away, moving to straddle his lap and rest your arms on his shoulders.

“Cmon what’s so wrong with it?” you grinned, pushing his hair out of his face before adding, “Daddy,” to the end.

A low growled left his throat as his lips crashed onto yours, his hand moving to hold the back of your neck. Your hands soon tangled into your hair while his spare moved to grip your hip, squeezing the flesh over the skirt. “Only me,” Sirius said breaking the kiss, “You only call me that, you understand?”

You giggled lightly at his actions despite the serious tone in his voice, “Yes daddy,”

His lips crashed onto yours once more, this time his hands moving to slip beneath your skirt, grateful you’d already ditched your tights. You gasped when you felt his palm sting your ass before his fingers squeezed the soft flesh.

Your hips began to buck, and Sirius groaned when he felt you grind down against his hard on. His hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements till he was moaning against your lips. He couldn’t take it anymore and suddenly he flipped you, so your back was against the bed with him grinding against your core.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, helping him move so you could feel his bulge grind against your clothed clit. Your hands tugged on his silky hair making Sirius groan as his lips moved to kiss down your jaw.

“Fuck daddy,” you moaned, hoping for a reaction which you soon got as his hands slipped between your thighs.

He slipped them under the thin fabric of your panties, running his finger along your slit, “So wet for me already,” he praised, kissing along your collar bone, “Such a good girl for me,” his words sent shivers down your spine and when you felt his fingers rub soft circles onto your clit you couldn’t help but whimper a little bit.

“Sorry I forgot my-OH FUCK!” James’ voice screeched across the room.

You squealed as you shoved Sirius’ chest, sending him sprawling across the bed till he landed on a heap on the floor. As you yanked your skirt down from around your waist Sirius scrambled from the floor as James slapped his hands over his eyes. “Dude!” Sirius yelled. “Knock first!”

“My eyes! I cannot unsee that!”

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The Heart Knows

Sirius Black x reader

Sirius Black was always the life of the party, but since he met you, he found a new reason to smile. Your laugh, your wit, your beauty; he couldn't get enough of you. You both had an undeniable chemistry, a connection that ran deeper than just physical attraction.

As he held you in his arms, he felt his heart flutter. He never thought he could feel this way about someone, but with you, everything felt different. He felt a sense of completeness, like he finally found what he had been missing all along.

You were his rock, his safe haven, the one person who could make all of his problems disappear. You were the only one who could truly see him, see through the facade he put up for the rest of the world. With you, he could be vulnerable, he could let his guard down and just be himself.

As you lay in bed together, his fingers traced circles on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You turned to face him, your eyes locking with his. You could see the love and adoration he had for you reflected in his gaze.

He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft and tender kiss. It was a moment filled with so much love and tenderness that it felt like time had stopped.

He pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against yours. "I love you," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You smiled, your heart bursting with happiness. "I love you too," you whispered back.

In that moment, everything felt right. The world could be falling apart around them, but as long as they had each other, they knew they could get through anything.

As the night went on, they lay tangled up in each other, their hearts beating as one. It was a moment that they would never forget, a moment that solidified their love for each other.

With Sirius by your side, you felt like you could conquer anything. And as he held you close, you knew that he felt the same way.

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telephone cord ⟶ sirius black

DESCRIPTION ⌙ sirius black is making his slow return back home to a girl, who, before his leaving, had no idea just how much she'd miss him. PAIRING ⌙ sirius x fem!reader WORD COUNT ⌙ 3.0k

❛ ֪ ׂ and she twirls that phone cord around her fingers as if it were all she possibly had of him ֪ ׂ ❜

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you couldn't stop your deadpan glare directed at one jesting james potter. your friend seemed to enjoy the way you wrapped yourself up in your phone cord, laying like a schoolgirl, upside down on your couch. in complete truth, it was an absolutely horrendous display.

he made one, final, little teasing gesture before both mary and lily tackled him onto the armchair, soft silly little smiles on their faces. you focused back in on the beautifully coarse voice coming through the receiver.

"—this was only after i had walked an hour in the wrong direction. i swear if i don't learn a bit of korean soon i'm going to end up getting sacked." sirius drawls, unaware of the silent drama going on around you.

he was away— had been away for six months— for a touring gig with one of your shared favorite bands. they were outrageously popular now, followed around, as sirius told, "by a gaggle of obsessive people"

but you could tell he loved the job. for, in just the first month he had been promoted from, in his words, "average lights guy" to "the best backstage manager this century had ever seen".

you were beyond proud of him. your best friend getting to see the world with one of the best bands of the modern age.

how you missed him, though.

especially now. now, that you'd let it slip to all your mutual friends just how much you truly cared for him.

you feel your ears go hot at the memory. it was funny, really, how nice it felt to finally tell them— someone— of your universe-sized crush.

it did help that they all seemed to enjoy the information almost as much as you. giving you hugs and suggesting over and over just how much they had always known. you seriously doubted the later. yes they were all happily keen with their newfound knowledge, but none like james, who enjoyed the topic for the jokes it presented.

but even the lighthearted jokes didn't dim your joy. too much.

"despite how much i'd like you back here, start using those maps i sent you! now is not the time to swear off navigation." you smile.

sirius chuckles, "would you believe me if i said i was using it, just a little bit upside-down."

"merlin, you're pitiful pads. really— that's borderline worrying." you joke, closing your eyes. you try to imagine him in the streets of seoul with nothing but an upside-down map and a carton of cigarettes.

but then again, this is the same sirius orion that, until sixth year, couldn't for the life of him find a way around hogwarts without trailing behind james and remus.

"yeah, yeah poke fun all you want, love," he pauses, "speaking of stupid, how's james? he forgot to call me back tuesday and i'm starting to worry."

you spare a look at the newly twenty-two year old, his glasses sliding down his nose and face scrunched up in a faux kiss— somehow still worried about trying to tease you.

"he's gotten worse since you left. somehow. not even lily can quell him, it's disastrous really." you sigh, eyes devilish.

james perks up, "are you talking about little ol' me?"

"has he always been that loud?" sirius mutters and you laugh.

james is quick to crouch beside you, trying to speak into the phone, "sirius, my heart, we miss you! you missed my birthday, i'm starting to think i'll see twenty-three without you."

"just two more countries dear friend, until i'm back in your arms." sirius replies to him, somewhat earnestly, causing you to make a face of faux disgust.

james smiles and sticks his tongue out to you before whispering, "tough competition, miss heart eyes."

you almost hit him with the heavy handset, but settle for a stern middle finger instead, knowing that your phone call is nearing the end.

"where to after korea, pads?" you ask, already knowing the answer. you were acutely aware of just where and when he'd be— because, honestly, you could barely wait for his return home.

"japan! the sound guy told me they've got a great car scene, but really i'm only leaving my hotel room if someone's got a bike. you know how i am." sirius replies.

japan soundly lovely to you. sounds even more lovely if sirius is involved.

"lucky you. and here i am bored and stuck with prongs." you giggle, "and after japan?"

you knew this one too, because it was marked on every calendar in your home, since the minute he left. england. he'd finally be back home.

"oh come on, as if you're all not planning me a rager as we speak." he says, tone dripping with mirth.

there's a smirk on your lips, "you don't have enough friends for a rager."

he laughs lowly, "you're a vile little thing— i'm wounded." his tone is playfully sardonic, "also—"

you cut him short, "you need to go. sorry, i kept you so long, but, have a wonderful show! we all miss you like crazy!" your voice is cheery but the look on your face is dim.

you hate hanging up.

sirius hums, "i miss you too, love. i'll phone later tomorrow— keep prongs in line for me. i'll see you soon, i promise."

you nod, to yourself, before replying, "i'll take your word! see you soon, pads."

and with that, the line goes dead. you stay in place for a moment, the phone cord still somehow, impossibly, wrapped around you. your eyes are shut, but you can still make out the bright light coming from your open window. you sigh, loudly, and follow it up by sliding off of the couch and onto the floor.

"you have to tell him, ya' know." lily says pointedly, and you open your eyes to stare at her. she's smiling down softly at you so give her one in return.

"not over the phone." you reply, simply.

mary removes the throw pillow she'd been using as a sun shade from her face, "obviously, better yet, how doesn't he know it yet."

james sends her an uncharacteristic reprimanding look and then says, "forgive pads for not being able to see the way she flounders for him through the telephone."

you shriek, "i do not flounder!"

the three of them look at you before breaking out with vindictive smirks, "oh— you most definitely do."

˖ ࣪⭑ ꒱

days pass after your last phone call with sirius, with no fault to him. no, you had become wrapped up entirely with work. all you'd know for the past few days was countless due dates and passive, yet direct, requests for you to stay "just a bit later."

but finally, here you were, arms wrapped around your legs as you sat on your barstool staring expectantly at your phone.

it was late already, as you had, again, stayed over at work. it was already eleven when you got home, so despite your microwavable dinner and rushed shower, time only seemed to fly forward.

but sirius had said he'd call before leaving japan. he had sworn on the voicemail.

so here you sat, towel wrapped around your hair, eyes heavy, and desperate to hear his voice.

almost on cue, the phone rings— and you let four go by before answering, "hello?"

you could hear chatter and hurried steps in the background, "hi love, sorry it's late. show went late, but i'm waiting for my plane now."

"you're fine! tell me about toyko— any bikes?" you question, noticing how coarse his voice came out.

he chuckled, "absolute shit. i saw one, puny little thing though. jax," he stops to explain who exactly jax is, "he's a sound guy— he took me to a street race the next day, but it's hard to enjoy any of it over all the fumes."

"we can't win 'em all," you sigh, "if it makes you feel any better, i forgot to file three patient reports this week, and dr. saion is very focused on me not forgetting it."

you hear him mutter something under his breath before clearing his throat, "he's a grouch, love— however," there was a smile on his lips, and you were sure you didn't need to see him to know, "it does seem as though my impending return is getting you flustered. and although i'm flattered—"

you cut him off, "it has nothing to do with you!" you tone was a bit too serious, so you follow it up with, "not that i'm not beaming for you to get back. i think me more than anyone, obviously."

sirius hums, "obviously?"

you scrunch your face at the word. fuck— no, of course not at all obvious to him.

"i am your best friend, aren't i?" you tease, saving yourself.

he tsks, "it seems you are, little love. oh, and i miss you too. frightfully so, i'm afraid."

you glow at the remark, trying to stifle the feeling out of your voice, "what time are you getting in?"

"god, what time is it there?" he asks, muffled a bit, probably looking around for a clock.

"twenty past two." you sigh.

"love, go to bed! you've got work in the morning, don't you?" he presses.

"fine— after you tell me when you'll be here." you chide, soft smile on your lips.

"if all goes well, half past nine. i promised james i'd apparate straight from the airport and to his. now, can you please get some sleep? finish the week strong, hm?" his tone was caring, and you felt inclined to adhere to his wishes.

"yes, of course, pads. i'll see you tomorrow, please, be safe." your eyes are now drooping, heart determined to talk for as long as possible and head demanding immediate sleep.

"i'm always safe," he chuckles, "but i promise, and i'll see you tomorrow, love. goodbye and good night."

eyes fully shut now and arm barely keeping the phone up, you mumble, "goodnight, sirius. i love you."

your eyes open wide at the words, in pause momentarily. it wasn't what you said that really shocked you— it was the way you said it.

"i love you." as though those words were a rope, tieing you and all of your unsaid confessions together just to unravel itself for sirius.

you pull the handset from your face, listening to the questionary call of your name. you can't say anything, so you just listen. sure that he must know now.

how could he not know?

moments pass before he speaks again, a little quieter this time, "i think you've fallen asleep on me— i, uh, god how do i hang this thing up?"

seconds before his voice sounds again, most of it too quiet for you to hear, "—you when i get home."

then the lines goes dead, the sound blaring into your ears.

when you finally stand up, you feel your head rush. you stand, staring at your phone. there's a fleeting moment where you expect him to call back, and demand an answer to your vibrant display. but minutes pass by with no ring so you head to your bed, a wreck of anxiety.

the covers are pulled over your head, and you're almost suffocated by your own breaths.

you know for certain that hours go by before you're able to sleep.

˖ ࣪⭑ ꒱

waiting with serious worry, you call james' name once more, the sound reverberating in your ear. you had mere minutes before you needed to leave work, and you think now, that it may have been a tad foolish to call james about last night's event.

but it weighed heavy on you all day— so much so that you're sure you've barely said more than four words to your co-workers.

"sorry, i think i just had the best laugh of the year over that." he finally says, voice ridden with humor.

you groan, "what if he..." you trail off.

"you've told him you loved him before? am i wrong here?" he asks.

there's a sigh from you, "it's the way i said it, prongs. i sounded like i belonged in casablanca—"

james interrupts you with a horrible transatlantic accent, "we'll always have paris."

"james." you huff.

"what? it's an excellent muggle film!" he chuckles, "not to worry though, this is the same sirius black, who until very recently, thought that alice and frank were just roommates."

this causes you to smile, "i refuse to say you're right, but, there may be a small chance that you're not too far off."

"merlin, woman, please workshop your gratitude." he jokes.

soon the conversation turns less dire and more excited, the both of you checking all the fine details for sirius' welcome home party. the plan, simple, meet at james' and make sure everything was perfect.

by the time you clocked out, you actually felt better. you gave soft smiles to the other nurses before all of you apparated away.

when you arrive at the potter's front door, you let yourself in.

"hi honey!" lily grabs you for a hug, "how was work?"

you shrug, "long— especially today."

you see both james and remus behind her, bickering over a welcome home banner.

she grins, "i overheard your little confession, you know? james has trouble with private conversations, even more when they're over the phone."

you cringe, "i knew i should've called mary."

lily laughs, guiding both of you toward the kitchen, "he was right though, nothing to stress over."

you lean against the island, "i think i'm more so anticipating how strange it'll be to see him again, now that, well."

your point is mute, but she nods in understanding.

"it's still sirius." she adds, pulling veggie boards out of the fridge.

you grab a few cucumbers and roll your eyes, suddenly much more interested in the wide array of trays and platters of food, "how much do you think a handful of people can eat?"

she looks down at the nearly cluttered island, "james insisted muggles didn't feed people on planes."

you furrow your brows.

"i find it's best when i don't correct him." there's a smile on her lips at the words.

the two of you slip into a comfortable silence, prepping punch, icing a shabby little cake, and trying to find space for all of the different food trays.

the hours fly by. you enjoy the prep though. you've managed to stop at least two petty arguments— both involving the very headfast james. there's little else to occupy yourself with, so you absentmindedly pull out copious amounts of plastic dinnerware and cups.

upon falling short of finding the rest of said cups, you find yourself outside, searching through james' shed. first bought to house sirius' bike and now used as a catch-all.

just as you spot the cups, there's rustling behind you. you freeze and pray to every god that there are no rabid animals living in this shed.

you turn, slowly, and are greeted by messy black hair, a smug smirk, and his deep voice, "fancy seeing you here, little love."

you hastily attempt to exit the maze of the shed, rushing the tall man into a tight hug.

"you should be inside!" you say, large grin overtaking your features.

sirius pulls away from you, letting his arms rest around you, "and not say hello to you first? never, little love."

you can't hide the way your face softens at his words, "i've really missed you, you know?"

he brightens, "of course, everyone kept telling me."

your eyes widen, "what do you mean?"

"mary, remus, lily, dorcas, james, frank— the whole lot. all the every talked about was you. which, i'll add, did bruise my ego." he admits, light-hearted.

you groan, "i'll never tell them secrets again."

sirius looks confused, "we have a secret?"

his tone is full of faux shock and your shake your head, "no, sir, i have the secret."

he lowers his mouth to your ear, "pray tell, what is this secret i've missed?"

you can't help the roll of your eyes, "don't play dumb, pads."

you feel his smile against you. seconds pass without words.

"i brought you something." he speaks finally, backing away from you to dig into his jacket pocket.

the way he dropped the previous conversation stuns you, so you watch wordlessly as he hands you a small green box.

you furrow your brows and he continues, "i, uh, got it back when we were in sydney."

you smile and open the box.

above plush white stuffing, sits a gold charm bracelet. you lift it up, studying it. only one charm hangs from it— a little telephone with red gems for buttons.

you look back to sirius, a stupid grin on your face, "i love it. thank you, really, you didn't have to."

he takes the box from you, setting it on a lawnchair before helping you clasp the bracelet on, "believe me, love, i most assuredly had to."

you look up at him, head mere inches from his own.

"i meant, or i thought better, to tell you now rather than before i left." he whispers, suddenly so earnest.

"tell me what?" you ask, barely above a whisper. you're far too focused on the way his hand never left your wrist, grasped so gingerly.

he blinks slowly before leaning into you, "just how i love you." his words are said with a smile.

you attempt to say something, but he shakes his head softly, "and how i so desperately want you to say it back."

you waste little time, "i love you too, sirius." your voice is breathy, but by the look in his eyes, you can tell he heard you.

he says nothing else, no, he just pulls you into him. his lips find yours in a soft kiss. it feels endearing, enthralling, something so perfect.

his lips taste of vanilla and menthol— and you're sure those two things shouldn't taste as addicting as they do. but they do.

you attempt to kiss him back in the same enchanting way, but more so, you attempt to keep your knees from faltering beneath you.

when you pull away, breathing heavily, you scan his flushed face. chuckling you admit, "i guess you uncovered my secret."

sirius smirks, "actually, you kept it pretty well guarded," he pauses, "until you told prongs."

you open your mouth, "how long?"

"have i known?" he asks, and you nod, "since i landed in italy."

you groan, "that wasn't even a month after you left!

he laughs, "what can i say, love— james isn't fit with secrets." he pulls you close again, staring at you lovingly, "besides, it doesn't matter. i got my girl."

there's a bright smile on your lips and you close your eyes, leaning your head on his chest.

"though, we may have to switch you out to a landline. if i remember correctly, mary may have something about your multiple phone cord incidents." he teases.

far too focused on the warmth of his chest and the beating of his heart, you smile, "not multiple, possibly three handfuls of incidents."

he kisses the top of your head, "you sweet thing, i adore you."

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Hiii darling! Could you please write some headcanons about Sirius being with a reader who's covered in tattoos? Thank youuu and it's okay if you don't! ~💗

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Love love love this request! Thank you for this my darling and I hope you don't mind it took me years to get to this<3

-MAN!!!

-He's tattooed too so you definitely go to the shops together, not exactly to get matching ink but just to get tattooed at the same time

-You design tattoos for each other!!<3

-“How would you feel about a black dog covered in white stars!?” And you just have to kiss him stupid right then and there because how did you get to lucky

-Whether you have a whole sleeve or a bunch of flash tattoos he wants to know the meaning behind them

-"What about the crows?" He asks, tracing his fingers over the small birds on your wrist "They're said to be a link to the spirit world, quite frequent in muggle literature too! Plus I think they're pretty".

-He'd listen to every word with his undivided attention placed on you<3

-Yes you have gotten matching tattoos

-It took a while to decide what you'd get but you eventually settled for a cute little moon along with some stars

-He's so supportive too! You're used to the pain of needles but if for some reason it's hurting more than ever, he'll be there for you

-"Deep breaths baby", "You're doing so well pretty", "It's bloody amazing!". All while holding your hand<3

-Makes sure they're healing correctly and you put on cream, protect them from the sun and so if you’re forgetful

-I love the idea of intimacy without sex so do not let me dive in deep in how he'd love to see you naked just to see the art you've put on your body, I won't stop ever.

-He short-circuits when you walk around your flat with one of his band shirts and panties so the tattoos on your legs are showingggg

-"Come here love, let me have a look at you" AND SPINS YOU AROUND WHILE EYEING THEM UP AND DOWN BRAIN GOES BRRRR

-RIB CAGE TATTOOS!!!

-Those are his favorites I ain't gonna lie

-No one ever sees them and Sirius thinks it's a privilege to admire them closely whenever he has the chance

-My man truly adores them bro<33

-IT’S THE WORSHIPPING FOR ME

-Kisses your ink all the time and probably has all your tattoos memorized ugh

-“M’gorgeous girl”, “Fuck you’re so hot” UGHHHH

-Yeah he’s the best

-It would also include him either trying not to cry or borderline sobbing when getting a specially painful spot done

-You being there for him just as he is for you

-“Y/N hold my hand or I might faint” 😭 because OF COURSE he’d be that dramatic

-He admires the art and how carefully crafted and thought the places you get tattooed in are

-Your biggest fan I have to say <33

[mastermindmiko]

Blood traitor

Pairing: Sirius Black + fem!reader

word count: 5149

summary: Y/n Avery has always been best friends with Regulus, and so by association, she’s also been around Sirius a lot. What she didn’t know is why he always liked to annoy her. 

Trigger warnings: Misogynistic views, Voldemort, kissing, shouting, disgusting men. let me know if there’s anything less. 

A/n: I’ve intended for this to be a two part one shot, but I’m not really sure. If I do decide to make a part to I’ll put a link for it here. Let me know, if I should do another one. 

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She sat next to Regulus as you watched the older pureblood couples dance and talk. She didn’t know why she had to be at this function, there were no other kids her age but Regulus, and he didn’t seem to be having a good time either. She could feel the tight material of her dress poking her skin and she reached a hand to her arm where the dress was clinging, hoping to pull it a bit, so it would release its tight hold. The words of her mother echoed in her ears, “Leave that dress alone, and stop fussing.” 

Her hands fell back to her lap, but she couldn’t help but shuffle in her seat. The older kids were talking about their schools. She could see Bellatrix, Narcissa, Lucius, Crabbe, Corban, Antonin, Amycus and Alecto, and of course, her older brother, Avery. They were all from either Hogwarts or Drumstrang, being ten meant that she listened intently to the fascinating stories about the teachers, the houses and the curriculum. Her whole family’s been sorted to Slytherin her whole life and so, she listens to them as they talk about the amazing house of emerald green and silver. 

“Where’s that cousin of yours?” Her brother asks Bellatrix, and she turns around to scan the room, notices Narcissa then answers, “You mean that filthy red blood traitor? He’s no family of mine.” 

Narcissa places a hand on her sister’s shoulder and says in a soft voice, “Now, Bella, he could still do great things, we all know that the sorting hat makes mistakes.” 

Bellatrix only scoffs, and then Lucius supports his almost finance, “It does make mistakes we all know it was created by that awful Godric Gryffindor, and all gryffindor’s are idiots, we must assume that he was the origin of that idiocy.” 

There were a few laughs from the rest of the group, and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she leaned to her side, closer to Regulus and asked, “Why are they calling Sirius a blood traitor?” 

Regulus re-focuses away from the group, and looks at her to whisper, “Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor and not Slytherin.” He explained, simply, but she still didn’t understand. She asked another question, “What’s so wrong about Gryffindor?” 

“It’s not Slytherin.” Regulus replied, and she pursed her lips as she leaned back into her chair. She scans the room again and looks around at all the people there, laughing, drinking and talking. She didn’t want to do any of those things, and so her eyes found the clock, 7:30, it read. She slumped back down further as she let out an annoyed huff, still a long way to go till the end of the night. 

A loud shout was heard and for a split second the whole room went quiet till it erupted once again into loud chatter. She looked at the stairs where Walburga Black walked down, she paused near the end of the staircase, brushed a strand of her hair out of her face, puffed her chest out and plastered a wide smile. She walked towards the groups of people huddled together, no doubt either talking about the Dark Lord or the ministry. 

A few seconds after that, sirius wobled down the stairs with his arms folded in front of his chest. His expression screamed, ‘not amused’, and he had his eyebrows knitted together. He walked down a few more steps then saw her and Regulus sitting together. He looked at the group of older kids, then decided he wanted to be with them, or at least she assumed so, since he started walking towards her. 

He pulled out a chair loudly, and it screeched against the marble floors, causing a few near-by adults to grimace at the sight of him. He huffed down on the chair and sagged against it, his hair - that was longer than the last time she saw it- cascaded over his face and he blew it away with a huff. She was about to say hello, when she was forced to straighten up by two strong hands on her shoulders. Her face fell into a frown as she noticed the way her mother fixed her posture and leaned down to whisper, “A lady never sits with an arched back, and especially not in front of guests.” 

“Now…smile.” Her mother ordered and she tried to force a grin to her face. Her mother gave her a satisfied look and then walked back to her dad where she placed her hand on his forearm and smiled at the others. The smile fell off her face as soon as she was out of her mother’s sight, and she felt Regulus pat her shoulder sympathetically. 

“Getting used to your future life, now, are we?” Sirius said with a teasing smile on his face. He pushed his arms back, behind his neck where he could unclip his bow tie then slam it on the table. He rubbed his neck and sighed gratefully as if the bowtie was choking him. She both warned and advised, “You should wear that or your mother will have your head.” 

“My mother will try to have my head either way, so it doesn’t matter, and besides worry about Regulus over here, he isn’t wearing one, and you wouldn’t like to have a husband with no head now, would you?” Sirius said in an arrogant tone, as he then smirked when she blushed at the word husband. She looked to her side to make sure that Regulus wasn’t wearing a bowtie, and he was not. She turned to Sirius, “Regulus wasn’t instructed to wear one, unlike you.” 

“And we’re not married yet.” Regulus says in a shy voice, his cheeks also coated in pink. The reminder caused her cheeks to also turn pink, and she leaned back into her chair, then she fixed her posture quickly as if she was burned. Sirius darts an eye over both of them, noticing her expression then he says, “But that’s the thing, dear brother…yet.” 

Their attention gets stolen by the sound of someone tapping their less than half full glass with a spoon. The sharp noise causes the chatter to die down, and people turn their gaze to the source of the sound. From one corner of the room, her mother and father stood up, with their arms hooked and their faces smiley. Her father started, “We have an announcement to make.” 

“Our son, Avery will transfer to Drumstrang due to their interest in the dark arts which will help our son in the near future when becoming a death eater.” Her father continued, and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, she didn’t know anything about that. Regulus leaned closer to her with a similar expression and asked, “Did you know anything about this?” 

She shook her head then hushed him, softly, so she could hear the rest of the announcement. Her mother explained, “We will be moving to the far north of Europe where Avery could easily attend Drumstrang.” 

A few happy noises were heard from the crowd happy with the news while y/n’s eyes widened as she tried to take in the news. Regulus seemed to be struggling as well, so he took her hand in his and squeezed it tightly. He was thinking that maybe that would ground her. Her mother opened her mouth to continue her speech when she was bombarded by several questions about the news. She sat back down along with y/n’s father and they answered all questions with a delighted smile. 

Y/n was shocked to hear the news, and she wondered if she would be attending Drumstrang as well. She was only ten, and so she might be going there next year, but that would mean moving, moving away from Regulus, and that was a thing she didn’t want to do. Regulus’ grip on her hand didn’t falter which showed her that he didn’t want the same thing. Sirius’ expression was plank, it showed nothing about how he was feeling. She ignored him, but a part of her felt sad that he didn’t care at all about the fact that she was leaving. 

“You’ll write to me?” Regulus asked in a small voice and she turned to him quickly, she couldn’t believe that he ever doubted that she wouldn’t keep contact. She took his other hand in hers and she reassured him, “Of course, I will! Every day if I can.” 

They embraced tightly and she moved her head to the side, to see that Sirius had left the table. He really didn’t care at all. She ignored how she felt and hugged Regulus tighter. She could feel her eyes brimming with tears and they started to sting. She blinked them back, hoping that it wouldn’t ruin her makeup that her mother put on for her to hide her imperfections. 

Someone cleared their throat from beside them and they broke away to look at who it was. Her mother was standing with her hands on her hips, her mother always exudes confidence, and she was envious that she didn’t have that. Her mother had a slight grin on her face, and she said, “You’ll have time for that later, come.” 

Her mother didn’t give her a chance to say anything before she twirled around, the elegant dress following behind her and walked away. Y/N shuffled quickly to stand up, and she moved around her chair to try to follow her mother, from the corner of her eye she saw Regulus bring a hand to his eye. He cared and that’s what mattered, she thought as she noticed Sirius sitting back down at the table, already starting to tease his brother. 

Her mother stepped into a small corner far enough from anyone who could overhear, and she waited for her daughter. She looked at Y/n sternly when she hadn’t caught up and she frowned. Y/n moved quickly to a jog as she reached her mother. Her mother’s frown didn’t move as she whispered heatedly, “Ladies don’t run.” 

Y/n’s face fell to the floor and her face sank more, if possible. Her mother leaned down, so she could speak and no one would hear them. She started, “Listen to me, and focus. The Blacks have been kind enough to let you stay with them, and so you will be a near angel when it comes to repaying them. You will help with the chores and you will do as they say. You will show your interest in the young boy and ignore the heir, we wouldn’t want any of his ideas getting into your head. Don’t embarrass us.” 

“I’m staying here?” she asked, hopefully, eyes wide. Her mother rolls her eyes and pulls her in by her shoulders, tightly. Her mother continues, “Yes you will, and you will attend Hogwarts, Slythein of course, and you will be successful, I’ve already asked that the Narcissa keep an eye on you.” 

She nodded her head quickly, and her mother then released her, going back to her full height. Her mother takes in a deep breath and then straightens out her wrinkle free dress, walking back to the centre of the party. Y/n waits till her mother is far away and then she starts running to her table. She notices a few older ladies looking at her, and she immediately slows down her pace, reminding herself that ladies don’t run. 

She walked quickly, trying to keep the excitement at bay while she sat down at her chair quickly, not even making sure that her dress was straight. Regulus watched her bright smile with confusion until she said, “I’m not moving, I’ll be staying with you!” 

“And you’ll be going to Hogwarts?” he asks and when she nods, he beams beside her. He barely gets the chance to open his arms before she nearly throws herself on him, wrapping her arms around his torso. She giggles lightly, and then sits back down. She hears, “That’s good news.” 

She realised that Sirius said that and she pursed her lips and ignored him. He didn’t care in the slightest that she was leaving, why would it be good news to him? She turned back to look at Regulus and he said, “There’s an empty room in front of mine, maybe that’ll be yours.” 

“Maybe!” she said, excitedly. She couldn’t wait to spend all of her time with her best friend, and they could play games and have fun together. She wouldn’t have to wait till her parents prepare a sleepover once every few months, everyday will be a sleepover. Regulus asked, “Do you know when you’re moving in?” 

“I don’t know.” 

***

“Oi! Y/n” Someone from behind her whispered, a voice she knew all too well. She pulled the potions book closer to her chest, and started to move a bit faster. She could hear his footsteps pick up and she started to jog, but damn him and his long legs, reaching her in a second. He placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. She sighs, “What do you want Sirius? I have to get to class.” 

“Slughorn wouldn’t mind if you were a few minutes late.” He said and the rest of his group trailed after him. She rolled her eyes, and shoved his hand away. She said, pointedly, “He wouldn’t, but I would.” 

“Come on, darling. I just need-” He starts, but she said, quickly, “Let me guess, you just want my help, but I am not going to give it to you, and I’m not your darling, see whatever girl you’ve got stuck to your side this week, and call her darling, not me.” 

“What if I want you to be my babe for the week?” he said with a flirty grin on her face as he leaned closer to her face. She ignored the fluttery feeling in her stomach as she put on a grimace. She lifted her pointer finger at him and stuck it to his chest. She seethed, “Then I would tell you that Potter’s been made headboy because that’s as likely as me being your babe.” 

She could see Potter lift an offended hand to his chest, in feigned hurt, but Lupin smacked him on the head which then got them both to start bickering. She rolled her eyes at their childish behaviour. He grabbed her wrist that had the finger that was glued to his chest. He leaned in closer, too close for her to feel calm, hoping that he wouldn’t see the pink tint on her cheeks. He whispered, “I think you’d love it, but the only way you’re going to get it is by telling me the password for the snakes’ common room.” 

“Watch it. And you must’ve hit your head hard, if you think I’m going to give you anything.” She hisses at him, and he becomes less amused. His expression became humourless, but there were still bits of mirth in his eyes. He whispers, “You have to start being nice again because…” 

He moves a hand towards her hair, and twirls bits of it around his finger. “Your hair’s been looking intact lately, it’s been a while since I’ve pulled it, huh?” 

She scrunches her face in anger, and she takes a step away from him. She grips her book tighter and says, “You should know that your silly little threats have become futile. I don’t care if you pull my hair, steal my fries or make fun of the way I talk or walk. You don’t affect me.” 

“Pads! Just give it up. We have to mess with Filch, he's close.” Potter says from behind them and Sirius doesn’t take his eyes off of her. He waits for a second then he moves back to the ‘marauders’, and finally leaves her alone, but not before looking back to take a second glance at her. 

She turns back to her original direction and moves to her class, hoping that Slughorn hadn’t already explained much yet. 

***

“You’ll find someone.” Regulus reassures her as they sit in the library, going over their charms notes for their exam in a few days. She huffs and flips one of the pages of her book angrily. She dips her quill in ink for the fifth time in the past two minutes. She writes an answer to one question from the practice exams book that she found, then she places her quill back down again, the excess ink already dripping down on the table. 

“I just don’t understand how everyone already has a date, but me? Slughorn’s party is in a week, I can’t go alone, I’ll be bored, miserable and humiliated. You just had to say yes to Pandora.” She says, exasperated. Regulus rolls his eyes and gets ready to answer to the same words for the millionth time, “I said yes because she needed to make Lovegood jealous.” 

“You could’ve given me a two weeks’ notice.” she huffs with her arms folded in front of her chest. She leans on the table, and she says, “We’ve always gone to Slughorn’s dinners together, what am I going to do now?” 

“You could always ask someone.” Regulus says, in a know-it-all tone and it makes her roll her eyes. He presses his quill to some parchment and writes a definition of something. She replies, “Regulus, you should know by now that the first half of Hogwarts finds me repulsive because of my house or my family, and the other half think I’m off limits because of you. No one I would ask would say yes.” 

“Except for one…” Regulus says reluctantly as his eyes fixate on something behind her, and she turns around to see what he’s talking about. Her face falls when she sees what he’s seeing, Lupin reading and revising while Potter plays with a snitch he owns and Pettigrew and Sirius playing a game of exploding snap. She plays dumb, “Potter’s already too obsessed with Evans to go out with me.” 

“Not that one, idiot.” Regulus replies while rolling his eyes. She purses her lips and tilts her head to the side with an innocent expression on her face, if there’s one thing that annoys Regulus it’s when people are being moronic. She hums, “Who else then? Pettigrew is too short for my liking, and Lupin is gorgeous, but-” 

“Sirius!” he nearly screams, “If you asked Sirius, he’d say yes.” He sinks in his chair when a few annoyed gazes fall on him, as people note the now disturbed silence. He gulps and he continues to write down his notes, avoiding everyone’s gaze. She leans in closer to him and whispers, “He wouldn’t say yes, Sirius hates me with every fibre of his being-” 

“Only because he thinks you do.” Regulus says and then continues writing as something from behind her causes him to stop. She furrowed her eyebrows at his answer, and before she had a chance to continue. Sirius says, “You called.” 

“Actually we didn’t.” She turns and replies, quickly. He folds his hands over his chest, and he pulls a chair from beside her, much to her dismay. She groans when he sits down, and puts her head in her hands. He says, “I’m pretty sure I heard my name.” 

“Well, you heard wrong.” she replies, hoping that it would shut him down, lifting her head momentarily from her palms. He cocks his head to the side and he says, “That doesn’t matter, now. A little birdie told me that you don’t have a date for this weekend.” 

“Who told you that?” she snaps, lifting her head to look at him. He smirks, glad to have her attention. Sirius intertwined his fingers together and brought them dramatically on his lap. He shrugs his shoulders and says, “That doesn’t matter, what matters is what you’re going to do about it.” 

“That’s none of your business.” She says, with a flush on her cheeks, she didn’t want him to know about her misfortune when it comes to dates. She could see Regulus watching the interaction, carefully, she hated how Sirius didn’t acknowledge him. Sirius interrupts her train of thought, “I think it is, since I happen to be available this weekend.” 

“Why would that matter?” she says, ignoring his hints. He grins, amused, it frustrates her to no end. He leans in closer to her and he says, “Because if you were to ask me, the probability of me saying no is very slim.” 

“Now, why would I want to go with you?” she says, ignoring the pleasant feeling in her chest at what Sirius was hinting at. He purses his lips and the words fly out of his mouth before he registers them, “Because no one would want to go with you.” 

A sharp pain flies through her chest as she sucks in a deep breath and she grabs her books haphazardly. She shoves some in her arms and the other in her bag. She swings her bag over her shoulder, and looks at Regulus, “I’ll see you later-” 

She turns around and leaves the library. She ignores the way she feels her eyes stinging a bit at Sirius’ words. 

***

The dinner was boring…as always. However, it was even more boring without having Regulus beside her while they commented on everything that was being said around them. She would’ve not gone in the first place, but Narcissa would’ve told her mother about her failing to do her duties and a howler was something she didn’t want. 

Goyle was beside her shoving some type of food she didn’t care about down his throat. Sirius was wrong about what he said, there was someone that would go with her, unfortunately, that someone was Goyle. She resisted to grimace as she acknowledged his obvious lack in table manners. Regulus was seated at the other side of the table, on his right was Pandora and right in front of them was Lovegood and some Hufflepuff girl that she didn’t know.

Slughorn asked Goyle about something related to his parents while she tried to ignore who was only a few feet away from her. Sirius and an older Ravenclaw girl who was his flavour of the week. She really tried not to be bothered by their presence, but it was hard while hearing her incessant giggling as he whispered in her ear. Y/n rolled her eyes every time her giggles would get louder. Occasionally, she could see Sirius press a few kisses on the girl’s neck and the way she would blush every time as if she hadn't already shagged him. 

They were disturbing the otherwise calm and professional atmosphere. She didn’t even want to be here, and when Goyle slurped on some snail’s juice beside her, she decided it was time to go. She stood up, abruptly and the chatter died down around her as all eyes turned to her. She flushed under the attention, and turned to Slughorn to say, “I apologise, Professor, but I’ll have to cut my stay short.”  

“Completely fine. Are you well, my dear?” Slughorn asked, and she noticed that the giggling finally stopped. She resisted the urge to sigh from relief. She nodded her head with a small smile, “Yes, excuse me.” 

She moved out of her chair, and walked out of the room, finally feeling calm when the door shut behind her. She slumped against the wall, then wobbled to the window seat that was opposite to her, ignoring the pain from her heels. She sat down and pressed a hand to her face as she tried to get rid of the memories of her horrible night. “You didn’t stay for the dance.” 

She didn't have to lift her face out of her hands to know who it was, she sighed, “I didn’t want to stay for the dance.” She plucks her heels off of her feet and sighs in relief. She didn’t know what made him sit down beside her, but something did. She wasn’t in the mood for his antics and so she turned to rest the side of her head on her hands while she said, “Don’t you have that Ravenclaw waiting for you inside?” 

“She can fare well without me for a few minutes.” Sirius said, and he shuffled closer to her, prompting her to move to stick to the wall beside her to remain far from him. She didn’t say a word as she tried to suppress the noise of Goyle’s munching that had engraved itself inside her brain without her permission. Sirius whispered, “I didn’t mean what I said…at the library.” 

She didn’t say anything, but she looked away from him. She toyed with her fingers on her lap, and bit her lip. Sirius took this as a sign to keep talking, “It was out of line, and I’m sure that many-uh many people would love to go with you.” 

She gulps and Sirius stands after a sigh, and he says, “I don’t know what I was expecting you to say, you hate me anyways.” He starts to retreat back to the room when her voice stops him, “It’s because you hate Regulus.” 

“He called me a blood traitor.” Sirius says as if it were obvious and turns to look at her. She stood up and said softly, “Lucius was standing.” 

“He could’ve not done that, he could’ve stood up for himself.” Sirius said, and she pursed her lips, both the Black boys were hopeless in their own ways. Neither of them could admit that they missed each other. She bent down to grab her heels, and then she replied, “Not all of us are Gryffindors, Sirius.” 

***

She had been drenched in water from head to toe. Her hair was completely wet and her robes were soaked along with her. Her Transfiguration book was ruined and her socks were soggy. She was already late for her lesson, and now she wouldn’t even be able to go. She knew just who was behind this. She screamed, “Sirius!” 

From behind one of the pillars, Sirius and James stood with shocked expressions on their faces. The prank had backfired, it was supposed to be for any other Slytherin, they didn’t expect her to be the Slytherin who would fall victim to their prank. James patted Sirius back and rushed off down the hallway. Sirius shouted, “Traitor.” 

He walked from around the pillar and he was in her line of sight. She rushed towards him as soon as he appeared and she stood a few feet away as she shouted, “You idiot! You ruined my book and my clothes and now I’m never going to get to my lesson.” 

“It wasn’t meant for you-” 

“You’re lying. You’ve always hated me and wanted to annoy me any chance given. You knew that I would be the one to come out.” She screamed as she brushed a wet lock of hair out of her face. He held both his hands up in surrender as he said, “It really wasn’t-” 

“Why the hell do you hate me?” she shouted as she took a step closer to him, grimacing at the scrunch that her shoes made as she moved. She poked his chest with his finger as she continued, “Ever since we were kids, you teased me, you made fun of me-” 

“I-” 

“You annoyed me and you pull my hair and you always steal my stuff back at the house-” she continued, “You turned my room upside down and you hate me.”

“Would you just-” 

“Why do you hate me? I was so kind to you, and you were only ever mean to me. Why do you hate me, Sirius? What thing about me infuriates you so much that you hate me and make my life miserable?” She rambles on while he tries to get a word in. 

“Stop!” he shouts and it makes her mouth shut. He keeps talking, angry, “Would I hate you if I made sure that every prank I’ve ever made never touched you? Would I hate you if I always tried to go to every one of stupid Slughorn’s dinners just to see you in a pretty dress? Would I hate you if I’m the one who convinced my parents to let you stay with us? If I hated you, do you think I would still be hurt every time I remember how you’re engaged to my brother and not to me-” 

Sirius didn’t get to keep talking as she cupped his face and kissed him. Sirius’ face comforts into shock before he melts into her touch. He places his hands on her drenched waist, and pulls her closer to him. The action makes the pre-existing butterflies in her stomach erupt. His taste was addictive to her and she couldn’t help but keep kissing him until the air ran out of her lungs. 

She parted their lips with her chest heaving and her heart beating wildly. She noticed how one of her hands fell against his chest and she could feel his heart doing the same. She looks up at Sirius to find his face expressionless. His body stings her and she brings her hands back to her body. She rambled, “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have-” 

He crashed his lips to hers again and it took the breath out of her lungs. She finally understood why there were always so many girls wanting to be with Sirius even if just for a few days. He was absolutely intoxicating and a wonderful kisser. She brought her hands around his neck and pulled him closer to her. His hands slipped down to her hips and it made her heart jump up to her throat. 

“Meet me at the astronomy tower tonight?” he whispers, his breath hot against her lips once they moved away. She could only hum in agreement as she continued to kiss him.

[wisteria-cherry]

beautiful stranger

modern au! young!sirius black x reader

(i got the prompt from @mrsaluado, thank you so much lovely!! they’re a fantastic writer so please go check them out :)) def recommend listening to beautiful stranger by laufey whilst reading!)

(it’s a very very quick drabble and it is unedited so please keep that in mind haha, probably not my best work ^^”)

beautiful stranger, sitting right there

looked up at me with my dark curly hair

sirius black liked mornings. he didn’t love them. he didn’t love getting up early and dragging himself out of bed. but he liked them. this morning, sirius has found his bike out of commission, and was reduced to public transport. but sirius didn’t mind. it was peaceful; it was nice to sit on a train as the world was still waking up and people were still quiet, immersed in their own world. sirius reckoned they felt the same sort of peace he did.

so there he was, sirius black, sitting on the train, reading the newspaper. skimming it, really. glancing at headlines, seeing if there were any particular articles that caught his eye. once one did, he folded the newspaper in half, reading closely, glancing at the picture every so often to help him visualize the story better.

and then he noticed you.

he glanced up, and there was someone looking at him, looking at his dark, curly hair with beautiful eyes that could only be described as lovestruck. before sirius could do anything about it, the person looked away; quickly, shyly. sirius ducked his head back into the newspaper, but his focus wasn’t on the article anymore. he could feel the person across from him stealing glances at him, once, twice more. sirius smiled, and he stole a glance himself, stole one right back from the person across from him; he watched discreetly as his admirer’s cheeks flushed a pink that was barely visible, and watched two nervous hands fidget with each other, picking nails, scratching the back of the hand.

sirius was used to people looking at him. sirius knew he was hot— he was tall, he had a nice figure, he had a sharp jaw and gray eyes with the piercing paleness that society seemed to adore so much. but that’s not how this person looked at him. this person looked at him like he was ethereal. otherworldly. beautiful.

and so were you.

he wanted to break down, right then and there, from the mere gaze of a stranger whose eyes were so achingly filled with emotion that he wanted to look away.

sirius’s smile didn’t once leave his lips, not even when he felt the train slow down and he swayed ever so slightly at the feeling of the train coming to a stop. he watched from behind the newspaper and the person stood up. sirius lay the newspaper on his lap, and his eyes met the person’s again.

please, pleaded two sets of eyes. please, tell me your name.

but one set of eyes stayed on the train, and another one got off, and no pairs of lips spoke a word. dark, curly hair disappeared behind the newspaper, and a lovesick beauty left through the doors.

a love that came and left with the train

my beautiful stranger

[maeblack]

„Yeah love?

- some deep desire you want to tell me?“

Paring: young Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: includes smut –> teasing, kissing, sex and a very annoying James Potter

also, English is not my first language and I’m doing my best, so please be patient with me and be warned :)

Word count: 3643

Summary: while history of magic got a bit boring Sirius and you didn’t pay attention at all. So it leads to a bit teasing in class. But finally as class ended everything didn‘t work as planned.

My fingertips slide along his tights over to his lap. „Aw someone’s needy“ Sirius exclaimed smirking with a sugar sweet voice. He raised his hand to grab a strand of my y/h/c hair, so he could play with it. His eyes followed every single action his fingers did. I already knew what he was up to which made me breath in sharp. „You might not want to start something you can’t finish“ he said now looking directly into my eyes. I shivered as I hold my breath. This influence he had towards me was a curse and blessing together. „Who say I can’t finish this?“ I whispered as my glance travelled along his face. „Well- “ he smirked and put his distinctive Sirius Black look on. As professor Binns raised his voice again Sirius turned his gaze forward.

But I knew he didn’t pay attention. How could he? Slowly I guided my fingertips along his thighs and over to his mid again. A smile played around my lips as he took unnoticed a deep breath in, to control himself. Suddenly, as his fingers let go of my hair and traveled down to grab my thigh, I bite my lower lip. A well known feeling appeared in my stomach, as his hand traveled up even more. The teasing was amusing.

Until Sirius hand reached my mid. Now it was my turn to stay in control. I sighed slightly, at the loss of his touch while his hands traveled down at the inside of my thighs. He chuckled at my reaction. He played it cool, but I could see in his gaze how much my little teasing affected him, like his did me. As I got lost in my thoughts, my fingertips slid from his thighs over to his mid a bit to harsh. In the suddenly new action a moan escaped his throat. He bit his lower lip, the moment he released what happened. I suppressed a laugher. Than my gaze flew carefully around the classroom. Everybody seems to mind their own business. If somebody had heard us then the two in front of us.

James sat now, after he had to swap seats with me as a punishment last week, right in front of us, next to Lily. Professor Binns thought James and Sirius would be more concentrated if they wouldn’t sit next to each other. How wrong he was...

Neither James nor Sirius nor me were now paying attention in his class. The only one who did was Lily. But how could it be otherwise.

I exchanged a nervous gaze with Sirius. He looked a little bit shocked but now a mischievously grin appeared on this lips. Non of the two in front of us seemed to know what happen a seat behind them. Lily starred strait at the board where Professor Binns stud, every now and then she added something to her parchment. James leaned in his seat facing her, not paying attention to anything except her. I sighted in relief.

But the next moment a shiver ran down my back as I saw Peter staring at us. I nudged Sirius, who didn’t noticed the same I did. One of his hands already started to play with my hair again, the other tightened his grip around my thigh. „Hm?“ he asked thoughtlessly. Then his gaze followed mine. Peter sat next to Remus, a seat near Lily and James. „What?“ Sirius mouthed questioning as if nothing happened. Peter turned around to look at Professor Binns before he started to mouth an answer. „What the hell?“ I whispered confused „I literally didn’t understand one word“. „Me neighter“ Sirius hissed concentrated. I rolled my eyes not sure if he really hadn’t understood. „If you have it, give a word“ I uttered, while my fingertips travelled playfully up and down his thighs again. But now Sirius didn’t seem to care either, about what Peter had said. His eyes already searched up my face and followed every little move I made.

The moment professor Binns ended class, Sirius stud up abruptly. I looked up at him grinning. „Y/n, can we please go“ he than begged wispering as I didn’t move. The expression on my face got more amused. „Now“ he declared emphatically. „Sure“ I nodded as I took his reached out hand. „Hey, where are you two going?“ Remus asked interested as Sirius was about to hurry out the classroom. „I thought you said you would be learning after class...“ he mentioned. Sirius cleared his throat. „How are we supposed to do our essays without books, my dearest moony?“ he assured. Remus raised an eyebrow. „Actually I was talking to y/n...“ he than informed Sirius. I giggled. „But good for you if you do something too, pads“ he laughed „I don’t want to help you again, the evening before the essay has to be finished“. Sirius intertwined our fingers while waiting impatiently and searched for my glance. „Fine than Sirius and I will go upstairs and grab our books... we‘ll see you after in the common room, okay?“ I listed. Remus nodded. „Oh but I will join you a bit later, because I promised Professor McGonagall to tutor a few third years...“ he reminded. „Yeah me too“ Lily added. „Just the best of the best“ James joked appreciatively. Lily rolled her eyes annoyed. „Shut it Potter“ her voice nearly cold. I exchanged an amused gaze with the others. „Maybe James said more than enough this period of professor Binns class“ I speculated grinning. „Of course he did“ Peter confirmed. James made a face towards us visibly annoyed.

„Okay than see you later guys“ Sirius smirked as everyone of us went their own way in the hallways. Around the next corner he crashed his lips into mine and pinned me against the wall. His lips placing kisses along my jaw down my neck. „Sirius“ I managed to say „we can’t stay here“. I giggled while I pushed him away slightly.

Harshly he pulled me in for a kiss. His hungry lips crahed into mine. I sighted into his mouth as he pulled me closer and guided me on his lap, while he sat himself down on his bed. His hands cared along my back until they were placed on my waist. I could already feel the heat coming up in my stomach. My fingertips traveled along his chest enjoying every moment of it. Than they reached their well known place in Sirius soft hair. He broke the connection of our kiss breathlessly. „So needy today, hun?“ I asked mischievously. „Oh yeah“ he exclaimed grinning before he closed hungry the space between us again. Now slipping his tongue into my mouth. Both of us fought over dominance. But the moment my mid stoke against his, he sighted. Which let my take control for once. I laughed into the kiss. Yeah, he was really needy today. A miracle how he managed class like this. The moment I started unbuttoning his shirt, the door was opened. I winced by the sudden interruption. Sirius sighted at the loss of my touch. „Oi, did everything ends up with you two making out?“ James shouted over as he entered the dorm. Only now Sirius opened his eyes in confusion. He hadn’t realized that his best mate had entered the room, until his own moans were replaced with the joking voice of James Potter. I cleared my throat. „Is this a rhetorical question or do we have to answer this?“ I asked trying to sound amused. James laughed as he dropped himself on his bed. Sirius chuckled at my answer. „I thought you two just wanted to grab something... and I thought you didn’t meant an orgasm“ James joked. „Well... Luckily we don’t have to do it on our own, like other people in this room“ Sirius replied cocky. I chuckled. James just starred at us for a few seconds instead of answering. Then the room went silent, until Sirius raised his voice again. „What exactly are you doing here prongs?“ he questioned reproachful, now looking at James. „Oh nothing special... I just live here“ James answered while getting comfortable in his bed. It didn’t seemed as if he would leave soon. I sighted as I was about to get up from Sirius lap. But as he didn’t removed his hands from my waist I was forced to stay there. He bite his lower lip and growled slightly, as I bumped into his lap again.

„James, don’t you have to do something else than laying in bed? For example planning how to ask Lily out? Or by Merlin just doing your essays?“ I asked as I looked up at him. „No... to be honest“ James started and continued with a waterfall of words. But I didn’t listened. I couldn’t even manage to catch a clear thought. „Bloody hell, prongs just bugger off“ Sirius interrupted him annoyed. James looked at him in surprise.

„Okay, now that you two don’t want my company either“ he than said pouting while he was about to stand up from his bed. But suddenly he paused his doing. „But you know what? Only because you two where here first you can’t tell me not to be here“ he ended his sentence. „What?“ Sirius gasped. „Oh hell... bad day“ I uttered more to Sirius addressed than to James, who answered instead „Yeah even I have a bad day sometimes“. I sighted while covering my face with my palms. „I bet now comes the fucking story?“ Sirius barked. „Yes because you asked so nicely, padfoot...“ James assured grinning sarcastically. „What did I do to deserve this today??“ Sirius expressed dramatically. „Oh come on... I’m not that boring. Plus I will make it short for you“ James declared „but don’t be in such a bad mood pads, otherwise y/n will probably search for a new guy to have fun with...“. „Oh I want to see your mood, if you would lay in bed with lily, snogging and I would come in and tell a story nobody wants to here...“ Sirius mumbled aggressively, holding himself back. „If this will happen I‘ll remind you“ James challenged eyebrows raising. „For sure“ Sirius replied while letting his head sink back into the pillows „just continue with your story time so we can finish what we were up to“. James didn't have to be asked twice.

„Could you just sit still?“ Sirius hissed through clinched teeth. „Hm?“ I hummed questioning not getting what he wanted. „You’re sitting very comfortable on my dick“ he whispered „and if you‘re moving, it drives me this kind of crazy...“. He broke up his sentence. But he didn’t have to finish it, the heat in my stomach already started burning at his words. „And if you won’t stop I can’t hold myself back any longer... and than it might happen that I just don’t care about prongs on the bed next to us“ he declared while his voice got more and more mischievously. „I‘m sorry“ I said smirking with an excusing expression on my face. „But sitting still dives me crazy“ I admitted as I tried not to move. Now Sirius started grinning at me „I think you‘re very needy too“. „Maybe“ I whispered smirking. For a moment Sirius went quiet as he glared over to James, who gestured wildly while talking about this and that, lily here and lily there, quidditch and class and so on. „Slowly I begin to just don’t fucking care how bad his day was because he is just about to ruin my day too“ Sirius exclaimed growling. „As if you ever cared within the last ten minutes?“ I announced „He talked about I-don’t-know-what longer than I heard professor Binns today in class“. Sirius nodded. „how selfish...“ was the last thing I heard from him, than now James loudly started to plan a new idea about how I cloud help him with lily so that he would be the guy who is snogging in this dorm. And suddenly I heard myself raising my voice and interrupting them both. „James just shut the fuck up“ I shouted. It went silent and James looked at me in shock. „In the moment I really don’t care“ I growled „you know, I can handle much, okay? But this is clearly to much... you can’t just come in here while you saw us snogging and report how bad your day was while I have to sit on Sirius boner and have to listen to your bullshit“. Sirius opened his mouth but closed it again without admiring some of his sassy comments. James stared at me for a second and than just started laughing. My face fell. Now I was the one who stared at him in disbelief. „What’s your fucking problem today, prongs?“ Sirius questioned irritated. „Just get out of here... now“ he added growling while gestured wildly. James lifted himself up from his bed, still laughing, and walked over to the door. He slammed against the frame while he opened. „How long did I make it?“ he asked now. „What the fuck“ Sirius exclaimed as he sat himself up. Than Peters voice was heard „doesn’t matter. You won“. „Yesss“ James cheered. „What-“ I turned around to make sure I understand right what happened. A bit to fast, I noticed, as Sirius moaned slightly. I suppressed a laugher. „Ow you will get this back, believe me“ Sirius hissed towards me. „Yeah? Prove me“ I challenged. „I would love to“ Sirius smirked with a raspy voice. My stomach clinged at the tone of his voice.

For a second I totally forgot my anger until James addressed his speak to us. Again. „I clearly have to say sorry“ he announced. „What?“ I asked now in more than just disbelief. In James’ face no sign of sorry. „Wormy and I made a bet, as the two of you were in here for so long. That’s why I had to give you two my company as long as I could“ he explained mischievously. I raised my eyebrows at his explanation. Not able to find words for this. „I will kill you, Potter“ Sirius growled through clinched teeth „I will kill you both after this“. James grin disappeared but in his eyes a shine of amusement as he raised his eyebrows appreciative. „And that’s the moment where we have to leave“ he than announced and bowed „much fun you two“. „You deserve it“ Peter added grinning before he closed the door behind him. „Yeah better leave“ Sirius affirmed. „You own me your poisons essay, wormtail“ James informed Peter while their steps became more quiet in the hallway.

Still not sure what just happened, I turned back to face Sirius again. His expression relaxing while they formed a choky grin as he locked eyes with me. His eyes searching in mine while he stroked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I took a deep breath and felt my body began relaxing too. „What a pair of idiots“ I sighted nearly soft as I got lost in Sirius dark gray eyes. „Yeah“ he hummed. His face only millimeters away from mine. I closed the last space between us and pressed my lips against his. The kiss started soft but got more intense with every second. My hands at their so familiar place in Sirius hair. He let his tongue slid along my lips to beg silently for inlet. I opened my mouth as I sighed. Now welcoming his sweet taste. I adored it always, like it was the first time I could taste it. His hands disappeared under my shirt until they pulled it over my head. Then he began kissing down my jaw and neck as I unbuttoned his shirt and stroke it off. I moaned slightly as he nibbled on the sweet spot in my neck. I already knew tomorrow everyone would be able to see his work of art. But I didn’t care. Slowly I leaned into his chest which made him sank down into the mattress. The moment he felt the soft pillows in his back, he flipped me over, so he was on top. Sirius worked himself, with kisses and soft bites, down to my breasts. His hands traveled to the back of my bra as I arched my back. He freed my breast only to attack them with kisses and licks. I sighted enjoying. Now his eyes met mine. I swallowed hard against my dry throat. He hunched over me to connect our lips again. My hands around his neck while my fingers played with his hair. One of his hands slowly made the way down to my mid. The so long awaited touch made my whined. Sirius chuckled at my reaction. „Maybe now I can satisfy your desire“ he forewarned me. Before he slipped his hand underneath the fabric of my skirt and slip. I moaned out at the unexpected touch. His long fingers parted my folds and slided over my clit. „Already so wet for me, love?“ he asked while pulling back his hand only to get rid of my clothes. The sudden cold let me shiver. But with the bare touch on my tights, while he parted them, the heat in my stomach came up again. Then he began placing kisses from my breasts down to my mid. A few millimeters before he reached the place I needed him the most, he stopped. I sighed at the loss of touch, only to whined as he suddenly placed his thumb on my clit. „Sirius“ I whimpered as he didn’t move. „Yeah love?“ he asked innocently „some deep desire you want to tell me?“. My hips begann to move slightly. But this made him only press his thumb harder against me. I was about to say something as he suddenly rubbed his thumb at my clit. I moaned out at his fast movements, not able to form words. Nearly a moment before I thought I would reach a high he stopped and took a long, slow lick against my entrance and clit. I catch breath barely. „I promised you, you will pay for that sooner or later“ he admitted with a grin. „Sure“ I breathed out while I let my head fell back. But in the next moment he parted my folds again and licked along them. A moan escaped my throat. His licks got shorter with every moment. My hand traveled down and grabbed a handful of Sirius dark hair. The heat in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. But every time I was about to get over the high, Sirius stopped his doing and found something new to tease me with. Now without warning he slides his middlefinger into me. I moaned out his name, as he continued licking while his finger started bumping into me. He added a second finger which made me whine out even more. „You’re so tight as always“ he mumbled soft against me while he circled his fingers inside me.

„You think you can handle me already, love?“ he asked after a few more thrusts. I nodded, as he looked up to meet my eyes. I pulled his face up to mine for a kiss. The softness from his lips calmed my body down. I fiddled on his trousers until I pulled them and his boxers down. Slowly I tangled my fingers around his chock. While he started moaning into the kiss. After a few movements of mine, he broke the connection of our lips to take a deep breath. I smiled soft as I admired him while he moaned out my name. „Already showing me what your beautiful hands can do for me...“ he announced whispering. As I got a bit faster his breathing got shorter. But the moment before he could reach his high, he grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to his lips. Only to place a kiss to the back of my hand. Now he hunched over me, his face millimeters away from mine. Then his tip stroke against my entrance as he locked eyes with me. I whined out, the moment he gently bumped his first thrust into me, while he moaned a slow and raspy „fuck“. His rhythm became faster as the moans got louder. Sirius‘ hand traveled down my body until he reached my clit. I whined out as he began circling around it. I reached every few seconds a new high. Quickly his circles against my clit became rubs. Together with his thrusts, I was about to drove crazy. I arched my back while I felt the heat in my stomach grew overwhelming. „Sirius“ I whimpered „I- I‘m…“. „Shht it’s okay love“ he whispered in my ear „Come for me. Come all over me“. His words gave me the final push. I felt the heat floating through my whole body and my legs started trembling a bit. My mid clinched around him. Which made Sirius moan out my name while he sat his final thrust. His chest now sinking into mine and his face buried into the crock of my neck. His arms tangled around me, pulling me closer. While my hands placed in his hair, softly stroking through it. I closed my eyes enjoying while I catched breath again. His sweet scent all around me.

After a few moments Sirius rolled over to his back and pulled me with him. Now my head rested on his chest. With my eyes closed again I relished his calm breathing and his fingers which played with my hair. „Y/n?“ he softly asked. „Mhm?“ I hummed nearly half asleep. He chuckled slightly at my response. „I really love you“ Sirius admitted „I hope you know that“. I smiled and looked up to meet his eyes. „I know... and I love you even more, better keep that in mind“ I whispered.

[buttercupd1ed]

SLOPPY KISSES: YOUNG SIRIUS BLACK X FEM! READER

Summary: You get back home from work and you don’t hear or see Sirius in your home.

        It has been a long, long day for you. You have just gotten off a terribly tiring and risky errand at work, fighting off an ambush of death eaters. You had to try and capture all of them, but sadly you didn't, resulting into your mood being off this evening. Anger and sadness mixed inside of you, guilt trapped inside the heart you hold. The urge to cry getting higher every time you think about it.

         You walked up to the doorstep with a slouched back and a frown of disappointment, still thinking back to the moment that occurred a few hours ago. While sighing, you pulled out the wand from your pocket, pointing it at the door a second after. You then muttered a few spells to enter.

          Yes, you could've just used a key or simply used the spell Alohomora, but it was for protection. Especially now that the Dark Lord has returned with all his followers and creatures.

          After finishing, you placed your terribly wounded hand on the icy doorknob and winced, pain flowing through the area, then twisting the door at a slow pace.

          You pushed the door open carefully and took a little peek at first, being cautious of your surroundings. Then, you opened it wider, a bit quicker now and entered. You immediately shut the door behind you and secured your doors with a few spells, ending up in a sigh of relief. Grateful that you weren't caught or shot a spell by the death eaters.

          Quickly, you took off your coat, wiped the excess blood dripping from your wound on it and hooked it on the coat rack. After, you took your shoes out, and this time placed it on the shoe rack along with a few other misplaced pairs of yours and Sirius'.

          Before you could do another thing, you remembered Sirius. The dog all alone in the house, always worrying about Lily, James and Harry, and a person with quite stupidity. You knew he could defend himself, but at times he isn't alert. That worried you.

          You were scolding yourself in your head as you made your way to yours and Sirius' bedroom. You were running as quick as possible, constantly bumping to what felt like hundreds of objects, especially sharp ones.

          Upon arriving at the front of the bedroom door, you immediately knocked. Pounding hard and loud that the wood can be damaged if you keep doing this for at least a minute or two.

          "Padfoot! Are you in there!?" You shouted, terror lacing the tone of your raspy, yet loud, voice. But you didn't get an answer, which put your negative emotions near to its breaking point.

          "Sirius! Sirius Black please answer me!" You begged with an even louder and stable voice, pounding harder on the door. When you didn't get a response once more, you immediately took your wand out. Your hand trembling as you point the wand at the doorknob.

          "Alohomora." You casted below a whisper, the unlocking of the door heard through the deafening silence. Immediately, you bust the door open and pointed your wand at nowhere. You were simply devastated. Joyful that there was no intruder, but distressed that there is no Sirius Black.

          You felt like crying. You were feeling that it was your fault, your fault that you lost him. He could've went to the hiding place of Lily and James, but he knew the chances of doing so are astronomical. He would need to be careful if he did so because death eaters are planted all around London. You even told him to at least not go today as it was too risky.

          You planned on doing so too, but you had an immediate letter from the ministry just this morning. With that, you had to go, whether you liked it or not. And you really didn't. You wanted to spend time with Sirius after such a long, long time. But since you did, you started blaming yourself for the missing dog.

          You sank down onto the wooden floor, tears filling your eyes. Even though there was no one looking, you tried your best to not make them fall. Your heart was heavy, filled with guilt, distress, disappointment and fury. Your breathing hitched as well. You tried to breathe as it became deeper and harder to do so.

          But before the situation got any worse, you heard a noise. Not the sound of the door creaking closed, a shatter of the window or the sound of thunder. It was actually a sound you were relieved to hear. A bark.

Though a simple bark changed your feeling. You knew it wasn't just any bark. It was the bark of a troublesome dog.

          With that you turned your head to the sound. Immediately after doing so, you were attacked by a running dog and his licks and kisses. You were pinned to the ground and you started laughing. Though you still felt devastated from just a few seconds ago, you felt happy once more.

          "Sir- Sirius that's... that's enough-" You tried to hold back your laughter as you continued to be attacked, trying to fully process all of the words coming out of your mouth. But after a while, he stopped and turned back to his normal self.

          "Home already, darling?" He asked with a chuckle, still towering over you in his loose black robes which exposed his chest. You made eye contact with him and you chuckled, enjoying the sight of your fiancé just on top of you. You knew he could've been doing something else on top of you, which you thought was better, really, but you were enjoying this. This made butterflies erupt from your stomach.

          "Yeah..." You answered and noticed he was standing up already, dusting his coat off. You wondered why, but then he bent and scooped you up into his arms. You yelped in surprise at first, but chuckled at the end as he placed you on the bed.

          "Where have you been? I can tell you have went out, Sirius. Don't even try lying to me." You said.

          "Actually, there was an Order meeting today. I told the rest you were at work fighting off death eaters. I could tell they were equally worried for you as I was." He answered as he sat down beside you and it sounded truthful, so you accepted it.

          "I... Why didn't I know there was an Order meeting today? Why didn't you notify me?" You asked.

          "Originally, we were supposed to go together." He started off, grabbing your hand and starting to caress it, "But you told me today that you wanted to spend time with the great Sirius Black." You chuckled at that and he smiled at your reaction, "So I didn't tell you. But then... you know what comes next."

          "Yes, but you should've told me, Sirius! The order is very important!" You whisper shouted.

          "Not as important as you." He told you as he made eye contact, and your heartbeat practically beat harder.

           "Now, uhm..." He started, "Shall we get ourselves cleaned up? And if you want to... do you want to do something else in the bath as well?" He asked with a smirk. With that you smirked back.

"Alright," you said seductively, then standing up from the bed and taking a step forward. Sirius stood up after you did. "First one there is top!”

[dwindlinghaze]

my everything

(sirius black x reader)

summary: you didn't cherish your relationship with sirius enough and you didn't realise how much he means to you until he's gone.

contents: pure angst, regret

　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"hey darling," sirius greeted you as he sat down, "what are you doing tonight?"

"oh- me and lily are going to do our group project," you answered. lately, sirius has ben rubbing you off the wrong way, somehow.

sirius pursed his lips, running his fingers through his hair, "that's fine, there's always tomorrow!"

"mhm," you hummed agreeing to him but your eyes are still fixed on the notebook over your lap.

as time goes by, sirius felt like you were pushing him away. when he wrapped an arm around you while walking through the hallways, you always find a way to drop them down.

whenever he kissed you, you didn't kiss him back. you only hummed before tearing your lips away.

even with sirius' confident exterior, he couldn't help but feel like it's not secure. the two happy couples you once were is now fading. and he doesn't know why.

maybe he's too cocky for his own good? maybe you don't like it when he over-sprayed his hair? maybe you're tired of his antics with james?

so many possibilities that you haven't told him.

"what's wrong with her?" james perked up, seeing as you walk away from sirius without any goodbye nor kisses, like you usually do a month ago.

"nothing's wrong with her!" sirius fought in your defence.

"she's been pushing you away lately, hasn't she?" remus said, looking up from his textbook.

"yes she has. don't rub it in on me," sirius huffed, the hair over his face flying.

"do you think she fell out of love with you?" james gasped, putting his hands over his mouth- mockingly or not.

"prongs, don't-" remus started.

"maybe she is- i don't know," sirius replied, a sigh escaped his lips as the thought swirls around his mind relentlessly.

"padfoot, you know that's not happening right? she loves you- i think," remus said calmly.

"you think," sirius rolled his eyes.

"look at it this way- padfoot, you shouldn't let anyone break your heart like this! i mean- look at you! you look so worn off. no offence. if she still loves you then she will not push you away," james said, furrowing his brows at sirius.

"i know- but it's such a shame to put these months to waste. we have been incredibly happy with each other and am i going to let her go like this?" sirius closed his eyes, pulling the sheets over his face.

"you're right, you shouldn't just break up with her. you should see how she is in the next two weeks. maybe she's just having a bad day after a bad day," remus shrugged.

in the next two weeks, nothing seemed to change. if anything, you were pushing him more and more.

sirius, being the person he is isn't going to show his hurt. it kills him, every passing second when he sees you laughing heartedly with your friends but when you're with him, barely a smile spread over your cheeks.

"love, will you just tell me what's wrong?" sirius hushed, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at your face

"hmm?" you looked up at him, brushing the hair that fell on his forehead away. "nothing's wrong..?"

"you've been acting... distant lately. did i do something? or say something that possibly makes you... want to stay away from me? if i did then i'm sorry, so sorry," sirius said softly.

"you did nothing wrong," you contemplated. you didn't know what is wrong with yourself.

you knew how distant you have been. hanging out more with your friend and not your boyfriend. although there's nothing wrong with that, it still is a big question for the marauders because you are always with sirius. always.

lately though... you think you have fallen out of love. the spark isn't there. no more. when he kisses you, no crimson appears on your cheeks. just plain feeling.

"hey, siri," you said softly to him. now his attention is full on your apologetic eyes. "i know i've been distant lately, and i'm incredibly sorry for that. i don't even know why- i guess i just need time? to... think."

"think about what?"

"just- us. it's been conflicting for me. i'm so so sorry," you confessed, head down, not letting yourself to look in his eyes because you knew you would break. it takes everything in you to not have a melt down.

"tell me about it," he insisted.

"i don't know the feeling but it's just not the same three months ago. you know i love you right? and i always will, but i guess pain is just a consequence of love."

your last few words struck through his heart like a dagger. you just metaphorically said that you don't want to love. not him. he blabbed incomprehensible words before he spoke,

"hey, how about we take a break. just to give you space. you and i. maybe you can figure it out by then," sirius suggested after a long while although his heart is against it.

all these months of building up castles with you will just fell in a matter of seconds.

you felt a tear rolling down, not knowing what you want. "that's the only way. i'm sorry."

"s'not your fault you've fallen out of love with me," sirius spoke softly, his hand reaching out ti cup your face. "you will hold a special place in my heart."

"stop," you hiccuped. "same to you. i guess we're parting," you let out a bitter laugh.

"yea," sirius said hesitantly, "i'll see you when i see you."

i'll see you when i see you

his words echoed in your mind the whole night. you love him. loved or whatever. the feeling is there but you're confused and afraid even.

you cried enough tears to see your own reflection in them. even after weeks of the break up, your heart still aches. you wished you had said more. did more. be more.

you find it hard to sleep. to focus. to eat.

when you see him on the great hall, you fought back tears from storming down. he looks fine. he does because he has a support system around him; the three marauders.

you passed him on hallways and he would only look at you with a straight smile. nothing more. you knew you hurt him. and it's all your fault.

and then it was clear; you can't deny you really miss him.

guess you don't know what you got until it's gone.

the last few month, you didn't treat sirius the way he treated you.

when he kissed your cheeks, you only give him a small smile, mind barely focusing on your boyfriend but everything around that's not him.

he offered you his leather jacket when you're cold. giving you his gloves when it's cold during his quidditch practices. his scarf around your neck whenever you guys were outdoor.

behind sirius' confident facade, you knew him best. you knew sirius so well that you could read him like it's a plain storybook.

but now all of that are gone. no more warm scarf that smells like him. you will stay cold outdoors with no one to look out for you.

it's taken you a lot to say but now that he's gone, your heart is missing something. and it's time to push your pride away:

sirius was and is your everything.

you knew he's not far. probably somewhere around the castle with james or remus or peter. but still, you can't handle the distance.

he's travelling with your heart. and it's hurting.

you hoped this is a temporary feeling because it's too much to bear without him.

you would say sorry and make this alright again but you hurt him. you hate yourself for doing that. you know 'sorry' is not the cure.

he's now gradually healing from the heartbreak. but you're still there. dust collecting on yourself.

you hoped that you crossed his mind, selfishly or not, if you did, you hope that he knows that you're his.

sirius is your everything. and you're only realising this when you and him are nothing more.

[aurorawinchester-1967]

I'm working on young Sirius Black stuff, and this is something I came up with. I do not agree with JK Rowling at all. My work is in the universe of HP, but it is not even in the timeline. I do not affiliate with that bitch. One of my best friends is trans and he's amazing, and I love him to death. I do not support JK Rowling at all. I just love Harry Potter, and my heart is breaking at the thought of giving it up. I write about this because I love the universe, not the writer or anything she implied in her work.I hope you don't get mad at me for this (writing about HP). I love you all. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Imagine being Remus' twin and meeting Sirius for the first time.

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Sirius entered his best friend's house with a smile. It was exactly like he'd remembered, the only difference being the loud rock music coming from upstairs.

"Hey, Moony. I didn't know you liked that kind of music." Sirius tells Remus, who sighs.

"That's my sister. She likes rock." The brown haired boy tells his friend.

"Hello, Daddy! Hello, Mom! I'm your Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherrybomb!" Is heard from upstair making the black-haired boy laugh at his friend's annoyed face.

"Hey! Keep it down up there!" Remus yells with a sigh.

Sirius holds in his laugh when the music becomes even louder, and the girl seems to sing as loud as she can to piss off her brother.

"Hello, world! I'm your wild girl! I'm your Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherrybomb!" She yells out, causing Sirius to chuckle.

"She's doing it again, isn't she?" His mother questions as the boy walks the kitchen, causing Remus to nod defeatedly.

"She's been doing that ever since you guys took her wand. She's protesting." Remus tells his mother as he grabs two glass and fills them with water.

"What are you making, Mrs. Lupin?" Sirius questions as he watches her knead some dough.

"Cookies, dear. Y/n has been... in a really bad mood. She hasn't been eating and I'm getting worried. I'm hoping the cookies will at least make her eat a little bit." Mrs. Lupin explains.

"Why isn't she eating?" Remus questions in concern as he gives Sirius his glass of water.

"Andrew cheated on her, and when she called him out on it..." Mrs. Lupin answers only to be cut off with an angry voice.

"That asshole had the nerve to tell me I was a fugly ass bitch and nobody in their right mind would touch me." Y/n snaps from the doorway.

"That wanker is obviously blind." Sirius blurts out his eyes widening.

"Padfoot!" Remus says, giving him a look of disaproval

"I said that out loud." Sirius states as he looks at the h/c-haired girl who chuckles and heads to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

"Yeah, you did. Don't worry tho. I'm flattered you think I'm hot, but sadly for you I don't date my brother's friends." She tells him teasingly patting his shoulder before heading back upstairs.

He stands there frozen in shock.

"I'm gonna go to the loo. You can head upstairs if you want." Remus tells him.

He nods and does as he's told and heads up the stairs when a tune comes on. He follows the music to the first door to the right and smiles in amusement at the sight in front of him.

Y/n is standing on her bed dancing and flipping her hair wildly as she sings into a hair brush. The red nightgown she's wearing leaves little for the imagination.

"I don't give a damn about my reputation! You're living in the past it's a new generation! A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do. And I don't give a damn about my reputation! Oh no, not me. Oh no, not me. An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation! Never said I wanted to improve my station! An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun. An' I don't have to please no one. An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation!" She sings, jumping around like a maniac.

"Oh no, no, no, no, not me, oh no, no, no, no, not me. I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation! I've never been afraid of any deviation! An' I don't really care if you think I'm strange! I ain't gonna change!" Her singing comes to a halt when she jumps and spots Sirius watching her from the doorway with an amused look etched on his face.

She lets out a yelp as she loses her balance and falls off the bed and sharply to the floor.

"Are you ok?" Sirius questions as he rushes over causing her to blush.

"Peachy. How long have you been standing there?" She pries, causing him to grin.

"Enough to see those beautiful dance moves." He teases, causing Y/n to sigh.

"There goes my dignity." She states, smiling as he pulls her up.

"What are you guys doing?" Remus pipes up from the doorway, startling them.

"Rem! Get out!" She exclaims, yanking herself away from Sirius like she'd been burned. She blushes and looks at Remus.

"Y/n/n! no!" Her twin says causing her to huff in annoyance.

"What happened?" Remus repeats.

"She fell off the bed and hit her head. I saw her fall and helped her up." Sirius explains causing Remus to chuckle.

"You're such a klutz." He tells Y/n who rolls her eyes.

"Wow, thanks for the concern, you wanker." She says sarcastically.

"You are very welcome." He tells her mimicking her tone.

"Mutt." She insults, causing him to scoff in mock offence. He knew his sister was just messing with him.

"Dumbass." He states.

Sirius attempts not to laugh as he watches the two sibblings fight back and forth.

"Loser." She shot back as she looks at her twin.

"Takes one to know one." He smirks at her teasingly.

"Smartass." She snaps, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"At least one of us is smart. The other one's braindead." He sasses causing her to let out an offended noise and chuck her pillow at him.

"Dickhead!" She yells at him before they both break out laughing.

"Now, that one hurt. Padfoot, pass her over." Remus tells his friend who looks at the girl who shakes her head.

"Sorry, love." He say as he goes to grab her only for her to push him back and run towards her brother, sliding between his legs and kicking him into Sirius.

"I'm gonna get you." Sirius yells running after her as she squeals and runs down the stairs.

Sirius slides down the railing and follows her to the kitchen. He manages to catch up with her and pin her against the counter.

"Got you, Y/n/n." He says with a smug look on his face.

"You sure?" She questions with a smirk reaching behind her.

He raises an inquisitive brow only to gasp in shock as she throws a handful of flour at his face.

He stares at her for a moment before smirking and doing the same to her.

Next thing you know they start throwing flour at eachother, accidentally hitting Remus who walks into the room and joins them.

"Oh my god! What happened to you guys?" Mrs. Lupin yells as she sees the horrifying mess in her kitchen.

They all freeze at look at eachother for a minute before bursting out in laughter.

Mrs. Lupin shakes her head and chuckles before ushering them out of the kitchen.

"You know, I never caught your name." Y/n questions as she looks at Sirius who smirks.

"It's Sirius." He introduces making her smile.

"Pleasure to meet you, Starshine." She tells him causing his nose to scrunch up.

"Starshine?" He questions in confusion.

"Yeah, you're named after a star after all. And you also have a shiny personality." She tells him, causing him to smile.

"I'm gonna take the first shower... you guys aren't listening so I'm just gonna go. Use protection!" Remus shouts, only the end of his rent catching their attention.

"Huh?" They both exclaim looking at the bathroom door then at eachother with a smile.

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I apologise for any spelling mistakes in advance. English is not my first language. I'd like to thank my friend who encouraged me to post this. Please do not steal my work. I work really hard on these one-shots. Reblogs are welcomed tho. 😁

@hurlonsororitygirls @locopollito1967

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Holiday baking w/ Sirius? (ily!)

2023 Holiday Blurbs

Every year, you come up with grand plans for baking holiday treats, and every year, you never make everything. This year you’re determined to be different, to finally use the recipes you’ve collected, so you force yourself to buy all the ingredients so you have no choice but to bake. You set aside a day to dedicate to your plan, waking up bright and early and full of more energy than you’d imagine.

The sun is almost at its peak by the time Sirius trudges out of bed, and you’re already hours into your baking marathon, nowhere close to stopping.

“Wanna help? Wash your hands,” you instruct, not giving Sirius any time to respond, even as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He’s squinting against the sunlight, looking as adorable as ever, and if you had any time to stop you’d kiss him in the middle of the kitchen.

“You can put all the finished stuff into these boxes, or you can wash the dishes,” you tell him, continuing to stir the pan on the stove just as you had been when Sirius stumbled in. There’s a pout forming on his face, even as he goes to package up all the finished goodies. You’re both quiet, the noises of the baking and mixing and pouring filling the kitchen, cut through with Sirius’s sporadic yawns.

Once everything is in the oven, you set about cleaning up your space to get started on the next treat, searching through your pile of recipes to find the one you want to make next.

“Can’t we take a break?” Sirius grumbles, arms deep in soapy water and barely awake for thirty minutes, while you had risen from the sun.

“If you want, I’m going to keep going,” you turn to plant a kiss on his cheek to let him know that you really aren’t upset in any way, “I wanna finish this all today.”

“I can keep you company,” he offers, beaming at you when he nods.

The conversation flows more when he isn’t working, and you’re able to multitask enough to respond and chime in when you want to. The hardest part of the day is needed to swat at Sirius’s hands whenever he tries to sneak a taste, reminding him that the sooner you finish, the sooner you can both relax on the couch with a plate of nothing but sweets.

It’s nice, being able to finally complete your holiday baking marathon after so many years of talking yourself out of it, and it’s nice to spend the whole day with Sirius, listening to him talk about anything that comes to mind while you bake. You wonder briefly if this is why your relationship works so well, your ability to do completely different things while being next to each other and spending time together, but then the oven timer is going off and Sirius is jumping from his seat the way he’s been doing all day, just to pull the tray from the oven for you.

[iamgayforyourmom1510]

ugh, this is so precious

sirius doesn’t know what possessed him to stand in front of you and ask for a hug but as he stares at your shocked expression, he’s already regretting it. “ah y’know what, it’s fine. dunno what came over me.”

you catch onto the sheepish expression on his face before he lowers his head to stare at his shoes. it’s not like you’ve never hugged before so why were you so shocked? “of course you can have a hug sirius. i was just shocked you asked me is all.”

“thought you might not have wanted one, i didn’t just wanna jump you.” he murmured but made no move to hug you.

taking the lead, you wrapped your arms around him first and he sagged into you as though you’d taken a heavy burden off of his shoulders. his hold on your waist was tight and secure and you come to realise he must’ve really needed this hug. “you okay?”

you could feel him nod before he spoke. “m’fine.” his words were mumbled into your jumper so he lifted his head and rested his chin on your shoulder. “weathers just miserable.”

you’d noticed he was often a bit more down during shitty weather, how could you not take notice that the usually loud boy was unusually quiet. “shall we go and listen to music? blast it loud enough to cover the storm.” you suggested. “we can close the curtains and act like it’s not even happening.”

“you want to?” he pulled away and questioned. “don’t wanna make you stop reading just because i’m a bit dramatic.”

“i want to.” you assured him. sure, the weather was perfect for getting cozy and submerging yourself in a book but there’s always time to read. making sirius cheer up was the only thing you wanted right now. “and for the record, you can hug me whenever.”

you couldn’t quite tell what he felt when he stared at you but the smile on his face hinted at something positive. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

[vilentia]

Hopeless Without You

Sirius Black x reader

The rain fell heavily outside as you sat alone in your dorm room, trying to hold back tears. You had just received a letter from Sirius, breaking up with you. Your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest, and you couldn't stop replaying the last time you saw him in your mind.

He had told you that he loved you, and you had believed him. But now, it felt like everything he had said was pointless. You had given him your heart, and he had shattered it into a million pieces.

As the rain continued to pour outside, you remembered the times when Sirius had held you close, telling you that he would always be there for you. But now, he was gone, and you were left alone.

You tried to tell yourself that you would be okay, that you didn't need him to be happy. But deep down, you knew that wasn't true. He had become such a big part of your life, and now that he was gone, everything felt empty.

You couldn't help but cry. The pain in your heart was too much to bear, and you wished that you could turn back time and make things right. But you knew that it was too late, and that all you could do now was try to move on.

As the rain continued to fall outside, you curled up in your bed, trying to find some comfort in the darkness. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling that everything was pointless without him.

[aurynsia]

Touch Tank

James Potter x Reader

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Summary: Your friends discover that you and James have finally done the deed…

Warnings: 18+ MATURE THEMES, oneshot, suggestive content, implied intimacy, virgin!james x virgin!reader, teasing, Sirius being Sirius, mild wolfstar content, reader is embarrassed about intimacy, and, of course, James Potter is good in bed.

Word count: 1.4K

Masterist

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James had pleaded for you to stay behind to study at Hogwarts during this week’s Hogsmeade trip, claiming he couldn’t pass his next exam without his pretty girlfriend by his side. You began working at James’ desk before moving to his floor…then to his bed.

He stared at you with pure longing as you transcribed notes from your textbook, his touch was soft against your shoulders as he kissed your skin. His attention had completely abandoned his own notes long ago, preferring to cover you in gentle kisses pressed to your back.

You couldn’t pretend to focus on your textbook any longer, closing it softly before sending it to the dorm room floor. You turned to face your breathless boyfriend, silently begging you with his big brown eyes.

The make out session that followed was more passionate than any other you two had shared, James gripping at your skin as he rocked his hips into yours.

“We can stop here if you want to,” he muttered breathlessly during a short break. The corners of your lips threatened to tilt into a flirtatious smirk as you softly pushed him backwards. James’ growing desperation was obvious, the boy grinning at you while flipping your bodies over, resting on top of you and making you squeal as his lips traveled down your exposed skin.

The events that followed left you naked and panting beneath his sheets, gazing up at the ceiling in a daze as your boyfriend nuzzled into your neck with a satisfied groan and a beaming smile.

He clutched your sides protectively, sighing as he pulled back to gaze at your flustered face, grinning at the result of his handy work. He kissed up and down your jaw, pausing for a second to admire the marks left by his desperate affection.

You were still reeling from the memory of moments ago, brain fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure. I was sure the first time was meant to be bad… you thought to yourself. Finally, you noticed James’ lovesick gaze at your neck and collarbone, eyes wide as you realised what he was observing.

“Might have to cover these up before breakfast tomorrow, darling,” he smiled apologetically with sleep lacing his whispering voice, “I went a bit overboard, I’m sorry…” He nuzzled back into your neck with a bashful smile, drawing circles on your skin with his fingers.

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The next day was cold with the promise of impending rain, a perfect climate for inconspicuously slipping on a turtleneck under your uniform before leaving for breakfast with your roommates. You had always maintained a sense of privacy with James, reluctant to tell your friend group quite as much as they tell you about their romantic escapades.

Mary, Dorcas and Lily took their seats on one side of the Gryffindor table as you saved seats for the Marauders on the other. Breakfast was peaceful, the four of you making small talk and enjoying your food before the Great Hall doors opened to reveal the more obnoxious half of your group.

James was looking particularly confident, smiling wide with crinkled eyes and walking with a slight bounce in his step. The boys piled onto the bench next to you while James reached over your head to pluck a peach from the fruit bowl.

“Morning hot stuff,” James winked at you as he slid into the space between you and Sirius, lacing a hand along your back, around your torso and between your thighs. You glared at his cocky grin, face warming at the intimate contact. “What?” he whispered, feigning innocence, “my hands are cold.”

“Uh- Mary was just telling us about this muggle game,” you diverted, “what was it called again?” Mary lit up, returning to her rambling about a complicated board game involving houses and train stations.

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You were far gone by the time Mary caught the others up to speed, engrossed in the way James was breathing against your skin and holding you against his warm, muscular form.

He began to pull at your turtleneck ever so slightly, first at your stomach to rub soothing circles into your skin, then at your neck to peer at his masterpiece from the previous night. James pressed a soft kiss to the highest mark, causing you to shiver and stare intently at your breakfast to distract yourself.

By the time your boyfriend had removed himself from your skin, Mary had finished her explanation and all eyes were on the two of you.

Sirius furrowed his brows, gazing from James, to you, back to James, then to Remus. Remus watched your interaction curiously, eyes gliding down to where James’ hand met the inside of your upper thigh, a familiar symbol of lust he knew all too well from Sirius’ own actions under the table. The girls across from you glanced at each other, then at Peter, before Dorcas completed the circle of confused looks as she stared at Sirius, who finally broke the silence.

“So, Prongs…get much study done while we were out yesterday?” James’ lustful grin faltered as he finally acknowledged your friends’ presence for the first time that morning, turning away from you and towards his roommate.

“Uh- yeah, yeah we did actually! Totally prepared for the exam, Minnie will be praising me,” he pulled one of his hands away from your skin to the back of his neck, scratching in an awkward display of nervousness. His other hand traveled down your leg to rest on your knee, a far more common sight for the two of you. Sirius wasn’t convinced.

“Uh huh…and what’s that exam on again?” He smirked, looking you up and down as you gulped under his glare, “Anatomy?”

Dorcas choked on a laugh, dribbling juice in the process while the others muffled their amusement with their hands. James bit his lip, wincing at the realisation that he had been far too obvious with his intimate affection.

He turned back to you, seeing the bright red hue of your face and the embarrassed downturn of your head. He threw his arm around your middle in confident comfort. Your eyes were glued to a single berry on the edge of your plate.

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Your friends had released a long series of sounds of amusement, cheering in celebration at their recent discovery. “With the way James talks about you, love, I’m surprised he didn’t jump you on the first date!” Sirius cackled, causing James to crack a sympathetic smile in your direction before nuzzling into your neck once again.

“I think this makes us the most experienced group in the school now that you two lovesick dogs, have…you know…” Lily trailed off, “Wait, we are talking about these two losing their v-“

“Obviously!”

James had fully phased out the conversation, getting intoxicated on your scent as his held you close with eyes closed in satisfaction. You were warming up to the conversation now, brushing James’ mess of hair away from his mouth as you giggled at the excitement that erupted from your section of the table.

“So,” Sirius continued, leaning over to you with an obnoxiously loud whisper, “is Prongs good in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Sirius,” James whined, sitting up in the process, “don’t push her- wait, what did you say?” He spun around to face you with wide eyes as you smirked back at him. You were already knee deep in this conversation, it couldn’t hurt to boost your boyfriend’s ego and satisfy his recently discovered lust for praise.

“He’s amazing, in fact…boys, why don’t you go on another secret trip to Hogsmeade tonight? I’m sure you’ve already run out of chocolate, and James could probably do with a room to himself…” you teased in the direction of the remaining Marauders before spotting James’ glossy eyes and parted lips in your peripheral.

He clung tighter to your middle as Peter gazed at you with a confused frown. “But we went yesterday, we still have a lot of-“ he glanced at the others, all adorning knowing smirks. “Ohhhh…yeah, yeah we can do that.”

James turned to Peter with a bashful smile, mouthing a thank you that made the group burst out laughing once again.

Finally remembering their breakfast, your companions returned to cleaning their plates as James continued consuming his, kissing you along your jaw and resisting the urge to line you up on the table then and there. He bit into his peach suggestively, batting his lashes at you.

“No more PDA at the table, Jamie.”

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[wisteria-cherry]

in which everyone thinks you and sirius are dating

“you guys are such a cute couple.” sighs marlene as she watches you pick out the nasty bits of your stew and put them carefully on sirius’ plate. in turn, sirius makes sure to pass you your favorite pastry, which was just out of your reach.

“we aren’t a couple, mar.” you look up from your stew to reply. marlene blinks in surprise.

“wait, you aren’t?” she asks suspiciously, almost as though she didn’t believe you. she looked to sirius.

“we might as well be, hm?” sirius grinned at you, his face quite invading your personal space.

“we aren’t a couple,” you repeat, shoving his head away with an eye roll and a smile.

“you’re no fun.”

“okay.” you agree, then promptly go to take back the stew bits.

“oi!” sirius protested. “i take it back, geez!” you raise an eyebrow as you lift your fork up, giving him access to the little tidbits of food again. it was such a curious part of sirius— he could easily get more stew, but he insisted on taking your handouts.

“so you guys really aren’t a couple?” marlene leaned closer. “but the entire school thinks it. you lot are practically glued together.”

“we aren’t glued together. he’s glued to me.” you retort pointedly.

“i can’t help it.” sirius grinned smugly. “you’re just so gorgeous, i can’t not be glued to you.”

“no wonder the entire school thinks we’re a thing.” you sigh.

“wait, you aren’t a thing?” alice fortescue and her boyfriend, frank longbottom, looked over curiously.

“nope.” you replied, popping the “p” for emphasis.

“aw, let them think it, won’t you, dove?” sirius complained. “it’s so much more fun that way.”

“but i thought…” alice trailed off.

“me too.” frank agreed.

“you’re not?” a nearby hufflepuff popped her head into the conversation.

“i’m sorry, who are you?” you look at the hufflepuff, baffled. she giggled and scampered off, promptly joining a group of waiting hufflepuffs. the girl whispered into their waiting ears, and they burst into giggles. you were without a doubt that they were talking about sirius.

frankly, this was the issue with having pretty friends. peter had a gentle look about him, with round features, mussed hair because that’s what james’ hair did, and a sweet, boyish smile. james was tall (although only the third tallest of the marauders), beefy, and tan with a cute, lopsided sort of smile, and was far too oblivious to his admirerers due to his infatuation with the equally beautiful lily evans. remus had the sort of nerdy, quiet look about him that girls tended to like. fluffy, sandy hair and a tall frame paired with a surprisingly good fashion sense (something james did not have) lead to a nice view. it was a shame that people never noticed the beauty under all his scars.

and then there was sirius.

without a doubt, the prettiest boy in their year, possibly the whole school. shiny black hair that was well taken-care of, fair skin whose clearness was the envy of many acne-ridden girls, a tall frame that was lean and muscular. big hands, broad shoulders, perfect smile, cleanly shaved. smelled a bit musky, but his cologne was divin-

oh, shut up.

you nearly pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. you hardly even liked him like that. there’s no use sitting and thinking about how pretty he was while the other gryffindors were— well, what were they doing, anyway? the gryffindors were leaving, so, you left too, walking in step with remus.

“do people really think that we’re dating?” you ask remus as you walk, the other three boys racing ahead (more like other two, as peter was somewhat behind the more athletic boys). remus shrugged.

“i don’t care for rumors.” remus answered, perhaps somewhat stiffly, because there were plenty of rumors about him. there were rumors about all the marauders; popularity does that to you. the thing remus didn’t realize, however, was that there only ones he paid attention to (almost subconsciously) were the negative ones, despite the overwhelming amount of positive ones— as positive as rumors can get, anyway, when most of the rumors surrounding the boys related to how good they were in bed.

“however,” remus added, snapping you out of your thoughts, “i imagine they do. regardless of how you act towards padfoot, he clings to you. you understand what i mean by that, right?” you nod. sirius, the infamous playboy. he reveled in every bit of attention he was given by hopeful fans. he sat there and looked pretty. he was never the one pursuing. so, to see him trying to egg you on, get a reaction out of you— you may as well be snogging.

“i suppose so. but he flirts with everyone.” you point out.

“but he’s not so touchy with everyone. not so domestic.” remus answered. you fall silent as you and remus arrive at the common room. he had a point.

“whippersnapper,” said remus, and he held out his hand, which you took for balance as you climbed into the hole.

not so touchy with everyone. not so domestic.

huh.