Sirius Black X Reader - Blog Posts

“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

Your condescending laugh replays in his mind, almost like a mantra of your voice. Your voice is all he can think of. The way it sounded so condescending, yet loving. The way you mockingly spoke to him as if he were a small child.

“I’ll always love you,” the man spoke to his love. “I’ll always love you as long as I live.”

He didn’t understand then, and he most certainly didn’t understand now. Why would you say a thing only to lie? Why? What caused you to react the way you had? Was it something he had done?

“Oh dear.. tut tut. You don’t seem to get it, do you?”

He craves you - he craves your hugs, he wants your little notes you left him, he craves to only hear your voice, if only just once.

“If only there was someone out there who loved you.”

Your words stung. They really did. Except he can’t seem to hate you. It’s unfortunate. The more he tries to hate you, the more he ends up hating himself.

He hates himself for making you think that way. He hates himself for not being good enough for you. He hates everything about himself. He can’t hate you, even if he wished he did.

“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

He really thought that you could manage to love him. He really did. He thought by saying these bold words he’d never otherwise speak, that it’d somehow lure you in, almost like a moth to a flame. However, his words seemed to have the opposite effect - they only drive you further away.

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Okay so I have an idea for a writing if anyone is interested in writing it please just tag me when you do I’d love to read it.

So this is a Sirius Black x Evans! Reader or Remus Lupin x Evans! Reader. The reader is Lily’s little sister (by a year) and is a hufflepuff. She grew up being a trio with Lily and Severus and although Severus was in love with Lily, the reader had a crush on Severus for quite a while. Lily knew about her crush but always just comforted her knowing about her unrequited feelings.

Around the time of Lily and Snapes falling out (a few days before it) school had just started back for the readers 4th year. The reader spent most of her summer working extra to buy Severus some new clothes so he didn’t have to always wear the same ripped up clothes or his cloak. It took her all summer to get enough money and she confided in Lily telling her how excited she was to give him this gift.

She pulls Severus aside from the group of young death eaters he had started to associate with one day at lunch time to give him the clothes she had picked out and got for him. He coldly tells her no thanks I don’t want them. She insists kindly and tells him she worked all summer to be able to afford them, which she didn’t mind but really wanted him to accept the gift. He eventually snaps at her quite loudly and tells her something along the lines of “can’t you see I don’t want your stupid present. How desperate and pathetic can you be” to which the reader nods, quietly apologizes places the clothes on the ground in front of them tells him quietly while all are staring “I’m sorry, throw them away if you don’t want them” then walks off super quickly to cry somewhere quiet.

Sirius or Remus, who had had a major crush on her since 2nd year is the one to comfort her and make her smile and laugh. They become good friends as well as Remus or Sirius as she starts to heal after deciding not to be friends with Severus anymore, especially after Lily went to stand up for her a day or 2 later and that lead to their falling out as well where he screamed that she was a mudblood. Suprisingly enough, Sirius gets off his playboy stuff (or Remus starts to become more confident in himself) and a love blossoms between the reader and him where he treats her like there is no other girl in the world. She’s finally happy, she has a relationship like no other, good friendships where Lily and her are closer than ever and Remus or Sirius is her other bestfriend.

Around this time, Severus realizes not only did he mess up with Lily, but he feels really bad for the way he treated the reader because he sees how happy she is with Sirius or Remus but also any time James or Sirius go to bully him, she still tells them to stop and gives them just a certain look. Because of her, Sirius and James barely ever bully’s him anymore.

I’d say this paragraph ^ would be best in snapes pov but all the others from the readers. Would love some good fluff from moments of Sirius or Remus and reader falling in love. I’m a sucker for angst and fluff combined. Hopefully someone will be intrigued enough to write this 🫶🏻

Imagine being Sirius Black’s daughter

Inspiration from @flaming-hotcheeto

Masterlist

Sirius would have had you when he was young, like really young.

Maybe he was eighteen years old.

But that didn’t stop him from being there as a dad

He would go to all appointments or whatever even if you were just the product of a one-night-stand.

He would spoil you rotten

You wouldn’t be named after a star. He wouldn’t want to further link you to his family.

You would be raised to treat muggle-born, half-blood, and pure-bloods equally.

When he goes to Azkaban, Dumbledor would want Remus to look after you. After some convincing, you’d go home with Uncle Moony

Completely disowning your pure blood heritage

You would be sixteen (16) when he gets out of Azkaban.

He would have sent you a note to meet him at the shrieking shack when Harry received his broom.

So you’d sneak out without telling Remus to meet him.

And he’d tell you everything

And you’d believe him.

So you’d rebuild your relationship piece by piece.

Him pulling faces at you during order meetings

Sneaking out, only to find a mysterious black dog following you.

Arguing about his overprotectiveness

Forgiving him when he says he just doesn’t want to lose you

But you end up losing him during the Battle of the Department of Mysteries.

You would hold a small funeral in his honour.

Lastly, being Sirius Black’s daughter would include knowing that you are loved, wether your dad is here or not. 

ON VIDEO, s. black (18+)

the marauders tour was officially over till the next time around. sirius and you had finally made it home, it was now time to think of new songs and relax. you two had finally been home for about a week. dishes were pulled up in the sink. trash was in a bag outside the front door.

you stood in sirius' old band shirt. your hair was in a messy bun, your face wiped off of any product that was on you the day before. you quickly turned on your heels making your way to sirius recording room.

you quickly knocked, waiting a second before entering. sirius had his back turned from the door, shirtless, headphones on, guitar in his arms. he was humming to a new tune he had thought of the other night. "sirius, darling?"

you really didn't want to scare him, so you walked in front of him, making his eyes that were focused on the music sheets in front of him fly up to meet yours. "hi, peach!" he pulled the headphones off him quickly and set them down on the desk in front of him.

"can you do the dishes and i'll take the trash out?" you bargained, batting your eyelashes at him.

"sure love, is that all?"

"what are you working on?" you pressed your thighs tighter together, seeing him in that state did things to you. it would do something to anyone seeing him like that. with his black hair in his face, the small drops of sweat on his shoulders.

"a new melody, i just- i can't seem to get it right." he placed his guitar down, gesturing for you to sit on his lap. which you happily obliged.

"anything i can do to help, siri?" your sat on his thigh, legs turned in-between his.

"you think you can help me, peach?" he questioned, gesturing to something you weren't really comprehending. he placed a kiss against your jawline, slowly moving his lips down to your collarbone. he was going slow on purpose.

"siri- this..." your head dipped for him to be able to mark you better. "this isn't what i meant" you finally managed to spit out. sirius lips still against your neck, sucking on you like a vampire. he loved to see the big purple bruises he made on you. it made him more cocky knowing everyone will know you belonged to someone.

he pulled away from your neck "i know how you can help me, peach." he quickly pulled on the hem of the shirt you were wearing. which you happily stood quickly, pulling the shirt over your arms. your boobs becoming free and saying hello to him. "look at my pretty girls" he quickly cupped the two. "still have all my marks on them."

"please siri." you whined as he kneaded your boobs.

"patience, peach. patience." sirius latched his mouth onto one of your exposed nipples, sucking as if he was a newborn baby. messaging the other in his hand. the only thing anyone could hear was his sucking and quiet moaning against your skin. you let out a cry, throwing sirius a sign that you wanted more, that you need more.

after a couple minutes of sirius sucking and him moving to suck on your other boob, he finally looked up at you. kissing down your stomach, eyes still fixated on your face. then he stopped, making your face quickly drop down to look at him. "sirius, why'd you stop?"

"i have an idea! peach, you trust me?"

"of course siri-" with that he quickly stood up and started digging through a drawer before pulling out his old phone. "sirius i don't understand."

"i need you to be as loud as possible, ok y/n." he pulled up the camera on his phone before pressing start before setting it down to record the both of you. "is that alright, love?" you quickly nodded. "words, y/n."

"yes, siri." sirius pulled his sweatpants down along with his boxers, both falling to the floor. your eyes flew to sirius' cock, as it sprung out. he quickly stepped out of them before sitting back down on the chair. sirius began eyeing you down, head to toe, before looking back up at your eyes.

"my eyes are up here, peach. come here" sirius smirked before pulling you by the band of your underwear. his finger rubbed against the band before looking up at you. "may i, love?"

"yes siri, please." sirius teased you by pulling them down extra slowly. "siri, faster please." sirius pulled your panties all the way off before helping you out of them.

"turn around, peach. want to get a good look of you"

"but why sirius?" you were confused now.

"i want to be able to watch it later." with that you quickly turned on your heels. your back facing sirius, who's hands slither along your hips. he gently pulled you into his lap, your legs over his legs. his cock placed perfectly between your folds. you could feel sirius giggle before placing his finger under your chin to bring you into a kiss.

"okay, you ready, peach?"

"yes, siri, i'm ready." he grabbed your hands that were sitting perfectly on your lap and placed them both on the arms of the chair. his hands glide to your hips, lifting you up a bit before gliding you down. it was that he was manhandling you, not that you didn't mind it, it was so his video could be perfect. he wanted to be able to see every inch of you. he also wanted to be able to see himself destroy you.

in theory, it probably would have been better to do it on a couch or even your bed that was in the next room, but let's be real sirius is a spare the moment kind of guy. he really didn't mind having you anywhere you wanted, in all honesty if you wanted to do it in front of a crowd he'd be there right next to you.

your head was thrown back, moaning in sirius' ear as he bounced you up and down. of course he loved that he'd be able to hear you now, but he wanted to be able to hear on the video. "louder, y/n" he demanded before you felt a sharp sting on your thigh from his hand. it didn't last long but it did add to your pleasure.

he helped you bounce quickly on his cock, hands tightly around your waist, his lips against your skin, his teeth gently nipping you. sirius enjoyed making you squirm, watching you try to pull away from him so he didn't bite you. you were out of it, his cock was far in you that you could feel him in your stomach.

this wasn't anything new, sirius would have you ball deep anywhere if he could.

"siri, can't- i can't-" your moans began to hitch. one of his hands sliding up to grope one of your boobs.

"you can take it, peach. god look at you, a good little slut for me. you crumble so easily."

"mmm, i'm a good girl-"

"yeah you are. you're my good girl." he began sucking on the side of your neck, your moans and the clapping being the only thing the both of you can hear. "gonna put that pretty voice of yours on a single." you hummed in a response, head thrown over sirius' shoulder.

EYESHADOW, s. black

"come on, peach! you said you'd do my make up." he protested. you didn't mind doing his makeup, you actually loved it. he would hold onto your hips, making sure you didn't slip or fall, but it was sometimes hard to concentrate.

"sirius, right now?" you whined, shifting to your knees.

"yes right now, you promised." he said pulling you into his lap. he gently placed a light kiss on your cheek.

"you are a menace, sirius black." you groaned, leaning over him to grab your makeup bag. sirius quickly smiled, become giggly at the fact he won you over. you quickly sat it on your lap and started going through it.

"flattery is always key, peach."

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sirius couldn't help but flutter his eyes every time the brush hit them. he was constantly moving.

"stay still siri, please." you asked, legs wrapped around his waist as you placed the eyeshadow upon his eyelid. his hands gently relaxed by your hips.

"i'm trying, it's kind of hard when you're poking me."

"poking you? i can stop if-"

sirius quickly replaced his hands upon your hips holding you down. "no, no don't stop." he said opening his eyes to look at you.

"okay" you whispered, you gently placed a kiss to his lips before he shut his eyes again. hands still on your hips but more relaxed now. you continued to apply the eyeshadow on the other eye.

STARLIGHT, s. black

sirius was used to you calling him pet names. even if they were completely crazy. he did place some of them on the no list, but he loved how creative you were with them.

you started calling him random nicknames out of fun. it was so funny to see him go red at the name, whether it was adorable or sexual.

"peach?" he sat at the end of the bed. he was working on a lego sculpture for james.

"yes, gorgeous?" you placed your magazine on your lap. eyes meeting his.

"i lost a piece, i can't seem to see it. i tried looking. can you help me find it?" he quickly placed the sculpture in progress down on the blanket, carefully crawling out of the bed. you closed your magazine to the nightstand before standing.

"what piece, honey?" you walked over to where he was sitting, to look at the booklet.

"it's that small white one." he quickly placed his finger to show you the piece, you dropped the book before searching the small piles he had made.

"look around the floor, princess."

everything piece was in its color pile. you circled your finger around the pile before moving to see if he had accidentally placed it in another pile. sirius was looking on his hands and knees, placing his head against the tile floor to look under the bed.

among the dark blue pile, you found the little white brick. "i found it, starlight." sirius quickly jumped to his knees, placing both hands on the bed.

"you did, thank you! thank you, baby." he quickly jumped to his feet and practically ran towards you. you handed it to him, before feeling him smash his lips onto yours. "also call me starlight more. it's hot."

"ok, sugar." you turned on your heels and walked back to your spot on the bed, sitting quickly and grabbed the magazine. you watched as sirius placed the piece before finding another piece.

LONELY NIGHTS, s. black

the empty side of the bed. his side of the bed. empty.

“how could you?” you yelled, throwing the letters in his face. “how could i? how could i?! you're never here? never-” he paused, brushing his fingers in-between the locks of his hair “it was a mistake.” he muttered, before locking in your eyes.

“a mistake sirius! a mistake is spilling your drink everywhere! a mistake is dropping something! starting a relationship with someone, let alone our friend. that isn't a mistake!” you spit back, back before storming into your room, slamming the door closed.

him with her. her of all people. her. what did she have that you didn't? you were there for him through everything. through hogwarts. through the war. you and him. he threw it all away for her.

sirius knocked on the door, throwing you out of your thoughts. "i'm sorry, please forgive me." you stood behind the door before walking to the bed and sitting down. "peach? i'm sorry. please forgive me. I'll do anything to make it right."

"please go away. i'm going to bed, when i wake i don't want you to be here." you slowly sulked into your bed. the bed you and him have slept in for the past years. the bed, you had made love, had spilled secrets, had cried in.

"i understand peach" you could hear his footsteps retract from the door. hearing the ruffling of things before hearing the front door open and close.

you groaned before fully getting up. wiping your face from the eye dust, before walking into your shared bathroom. thinking of what'll happen when you see him next.

notes: honestly i love angst... anyways hope you liked it <333

King!Sirius who had many concubines but fell completely in love with his childhood best friend (a female bestfriend). They met again after 10 years of separation, and Sirius' best friend became Sirius' main lady-in-waiting because of the orders of her father who was the prime minister🌝🌝🌝

Reunion

a/n: So I started this then all the progress got deleted 🥲. I changed it from prime minister to advisor cause I don’t know enough about a prime minister. But here it is, hope you enjoy.

Warnings: period misogyny, sexual thoughts, nsfw thought (not to long) pregnancy and childbirth mentioned, use of the word cunt once, jealousy, Sirius being lovesick for reader

Royal Au

Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

The chamber was filled with blaring music as the nobles and others who live at court danced. Sirius watched with a bored look as he brought his gaze to Mary. One of his many concubines, she danced with an erotic sway to her hips as she stared at him.

Sirius leaned back, the crown resting on his head growing heavy. Months of being king and the weight of the thing was already overwhelming. One of his advisors walked to him, bowing deeply.

“My king, allow me to introduce my daughter, Lady Y/n of the Riverlands.”

The crowds parted as she approached and bowed. Her dress was a rich red with golden embroidery. Her shining h/c held a circlet… wait he knew that circlet. As her bright and shimmering e/c irises met his chocolate one he gasped softly.

His little love was back.

Year ago during his childhood when escaping from tutors he’d run into a small girl. She brought him to a lake and every day after that she taught him to swim. They grew together, sharing secrets, sharing snacks, sharing… love.

That pretty girl he once knew no longer stood in front of him, a beautiful nymph had blossomed from his little love. She stared at him for a moment as a rose blush dusted over her cheeks.

“My king, it is an honor to meet you.” He voice was that if the sweetest honey, and addictive nectar like Sirius had never experienced. They stared at each other for so long, her father began to speak.

“Would you like to dance my lady?”

Sirius cut off a discussion her father was having with him a stood from his throne swiftly. He took Y/n’s soft hand into his with a smile. He brought it to his lips placing a gently kiss on her bare skin. Gods how he missed her.

“I would be delighted to, my king.” Sirius whisked Y/n to the dance floor. His arm went around her waist and a new chorus began to start. The pair danced in sync for a while, basking in the other presents.

“It’s been a long time, little love.” Y/n giggled softly, the souls of bells entering Sirius’s ears. How he missed her, her smile, her laugh, her words, her touch, her skin… her lips.

“That is has been, my puppy.”

“Where did you go?” Y/n flattered as Sirius spun her away. She caught Mary’s eyes full of envy. Y/n was glad when she was brought back into the safety of Sirius’s warm arms.

“Mother called done back to study and become a proper lady… I didn’t want to leave.” Y/n uttered softly. Sirius hummed softly as he lifted her in the air with a spin. As he brought her back down to the ground he brought his mouth to her ear. His voice a hushed whisper.

“How long will you be staying?”

“I am to be your lady in waiting if what my father says is correct.”

“It is now.”

………………

Sirius crept through the hidden hallways of his youth. Passages him and Y/n would use when playing. They lead straight into her new chambers. For the last few weeks Y/n had been attending him. Weeks of bliss, hidden touches, and stolen glances.

As Sirius slowly entered Y/n’a room his eyes were burning with unreleased tears. The weight of the crown was too much for him. As he walked over to her bed he peered over her sleeping frame. The soft rise and fall of her chest. Her breast pecked out slightly against the simple white nightgown she slept in.

Sirius wondered what it would be like to throw off those covers and ravish her. To feast on her cunt and lap at her juices. Sirius wondered what it would be like to marry Y/n. To see her in a crow in the throne next to him. To see her swell with their child. Sirius would be expected to want a boy but a girl wouldn’t be so bad one that looked like her mother.

Sirius slowly ducked under the covers and crawled up her body resting in her chest. He nuzzled into her warmth wrapping himself so tightly around her. Her soft moan of confusion as she began to wake was like a melody to Sirius’s ears.

“Puppy? What are you-?”

“I need to see you, hold you.” Sirius stared firmly. Y/n brought a lazy hand to his dark curls and raked her hand through the strands.

“What will people say if they find out you were in the bed of your lady in waiting?” Sirius hunted softly and hid his head in the crock of Y/n’s neck. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her rose and his net milk bath still lingering in her skin.

”Let us have this, please.” Sirius pleaded lifting his head up. He hover over her and he slowly brought his lips to hers. She brought her hand to his face, softly caressing his cheek.

A few moments of silence passed as Sirius nuzzled back into Y/n. Their body’s molded to each others.

“I hope we will always have this.” Y/n mumbled as she drifted back off to sleep. Siris laid away for a while longer, listening to Y/n’s heart beat as her own personal song.

“We will always have this, I’ll make sure.” Sirius muttered as he too drifted to sleep.

I agree, i want comfort not 🍆

pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(

Sirius isn’t usually my cup of tea - I’m a Snape girl through and though - but this was really hot and I can totally picture Sirius Black with a tongue piercing!

i meannn i told you i can't shut up (sirius has tongue piercing in this and i lose my mind about it)

sirius black x fem!reader, nsfw ♡

sirius can easily spend hours between your legs.

he pulls you into an angle he likes, your thighs parted to keep his head still, he likes to call the soft flesh of your legs as 'the best ear muffs'. you can only lay on bed, his pretty pillow princess, he willingly does all the work.

the sounds of him licking broad stripes on your cunt makes your head dizzy, he is shameless with his intentions. your panties are stuffed in his jeans' pocket, the tank top you wear to bed does nothing to cover your chest. you arch your back as he sucks your clit only a bit, his black locks cover your lower belly when he buries his head to your wetness.

"sweetest thing." he says, panting. "can't get enough."

"sirius-" you start but you don't know what to say. he's good at what he's doing, his tongue piercing grazes your sensitive spot and you whine. "do it again." you plead, eyes closed and brain slowly turning into mush.

"do what, sweetness?" he teases. "look at that, you're even wetter. didn't think that's possible."

"come on-"

"patience, babe." he says, biting your thigh.

your hands go to his head desperately when his piercing touches you again. you wrap your fingers around his locks unconciously, moaning his name as you pull him closer. you press him against your skin and he obliges with a soft groan. he sucks your needy bud, fingers stroking the sweet patch inside you. you pull him again when he touches a bit harder, the pressure is insane.

he only has a second to lift his head before you use your fingers on his scalp. "fuck." he whispers against your lower belly. "driving me mad."

he keeps sucking your clit, it's so swollen between his lips. he enjoys your taste, he adores how your head goes back when you can't stand his teasings. you play with his hair, nails scratching his scalp and sirius feels himself getting harder. it sends a chill to his spine, he presses himself on bed desperately.

"do it again." he says, getting faster. "pull my hair, baby, go ahead."

"do you like it?" you ask, breathless.

he rubs his clothed cock on bed again. "i like it." his cock is so sensitive, it hurts. "i'm gonna come for you, babe, if you keep doing that."

the words flash in your mind and you can't control what happens next. you moan needily, coming all over his face as he keeps licking you. your shaky fingers pull his hair harshly, you don't mean that (maybe), but sirius loves it. he rubs himself harder on bed as he grabs your thighs, the tingly feeling leaves him lightheaded.

the next minutes go blurry, sirius palms himself and squeezes with enough pressure to come. he doesn't care about his clothes or being embarrassed, thick liquid drips down on him as he lets himself come.

he breathes slowly, puts his head on your belly. the room is filled with breathing sounds, your fingers stroke his hair gently. you fix the messed up strands, your eyes heavy from sex. sirius is no better, he kisses your naked skin absent-mindedly, nuzzles closer to you.

"you ruined me." he whispers. "i love you."

"i know how to make you do anything i want now." you grin. "perfect."

sirius scoffs. he pulls himself up to make an eye contact, he gets closer to your face. "as if i haven't been wrapped around your finger from the start."

you cup his cheeks, brush a sweet kiss on his lips. "i love you, too."

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Azriel

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JJK:

Gojo Satoru

Ryomen Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro

Geto Suguru

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Any Targaryen men

HP:

Draco Malfoy

Sirius Black

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Geralt of Rivia

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PAIRING: WOLFSTAR X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

GENRE: ANGST & FLUFF

Sirius and Remus never really denied being possessive of you. You were theirs, just as they were yours. It was as simple as that. On most occasions, they couldn’t stand pairs of eyes ogling their girlfriend. The eyes that looked at you with lust and longing, and while that did aggravate your two boyfriends, they relished in the glints of envy held in the eyes of others.

They claimed you were only theirs—to look at, to touch, to love. They made it clear on every occasion, especially Sirius. Sirius was something of an exhibitionist; he enjoyed behaving extravagantly around every boy who even dared to spare a glance at his girl. He proudly stole you away, pressing a firm kiss on your lips, quite unlike Remus, who simply wrapped his arm around your waist, staring them down.

You had told them a day ago that Derek Edwards, funnily enough, a very intelligent Ravenclaw boy, asked you to help him on his potions essay. While you were skilled in potions, Derek was too, stirring up suspicion between Remus and Sirius.

Of course, it’s not as if they didn’t trust you, but Derek had a reputation amongst the students of Hogwarts. Incredibly funny, smart, not to mention, handsome. It was no surprise to them if he went after you, equally, if not more beautiful than him. Absolutely perfect in everyone’s eyes.

Of course, it’s not as if they didn’t trust you, but Derek had a reputation amongst the students of Hogwarts. Incredibly funny, smart, not to mention, handsome. It was no surprise to them if he went after you, equally, if not more beautiful than him. Absolutely perfect in everyone’s eyes.

And their suspicions were right. While you were doing your best to help Derek, his gaze remained on you, fixating on your lips and chest, mindlessly nodding to whatever you’d say.

Sirius scoffed bitterly, bouncing his knee almost frantically, staring at the Ravenclaw’s utter desire for you. “Fuckin’ look at him, Moony.” He spits bitterly. “Look at the way he fuckin’ looks at her.”

Remus inhales sharply, breaking his glare from Derek to you. His eyes softened as he scanned your face, looking for any particular fondness or affection. His lips pursed as he watched you laugh shyly, probably at a compliment given to you by the light-haired boy.

“C’mon love, you can’t deny it! You’re the smartest girl in our year, not to mention the prettiest.” Derek purred, resting his hand on your knee.

You shook your head, laughing as he continued his attempts to fluster you. “You’re too kind, Derek.” You smiled at him genuinely. The possibility of another good friend warmed your chest, and Derek’s essay was long gone. You discovered you and him had similar interests, liking most of the same books and the occasional muggle TV Shows.

Of course, what you didn’t know was that Derek was nodding carelessly to everything you mentioned, flickering his eyes from your lips to the frame of your body, and finally, the hand of his stroking your knee.

Remus felt his stomach churn at the sight of your smile; towards a boy that wasn’t him or Sirius. He gripped his quill tightly, swallowing hard as he tried his best to take his eyes off you. The full moon was approaching and he couldn’t risk doing something rash, especially when it concerns topics as sensitive as you.

Sirius on the other hand was practically losing his mind, eyes bulging from his sockets as he noticed Derek’s hand on your knee. He slowly felt the demon inside consume every inch of his body, burning away the remaining logic and reason within his heart. All that was left was resentment and hatred towards the boy sitting beside you.

“Fuck—Moony—I can’t fucking do this—look at the gits fuckin’ hand!” He whispered harshly, glaring at Remus who found the scars on his hands particularly interesting.

Remus tried to resist, but his ears pricked up at your sudden giggle. He stiffened, snapping his neck up to where Sirius was pointing, and—fuck—he was right.

Remus’ heart sped up at the sight of his hand, but what broke his heart, even more, was that you haven't peeled it off. He willed his hands to stop shaking as he fixed his eyes on your frame.

Internally, he knew how oblivious you were. It was harder than any potions exam he’s ever taken, attempting to prove his interest in you. Though, with the full moon being three days away, every irrational thought he’s ever had plagued his mind. His heart almost ached, the thought of Derek being smarter, perhaps even more handsome was too much to bear.

Remus’ thoughts were interrupted by the sharp scrape of Sirius’ chair against the hardwood floor of the Hogwarts library. Fully prepared to show Derek Edwards who you belonged to, he took one step before he was harshly pulled back by Remus.

Sirius’ eyes hardened and narrowed into slits as he looked up at the lanky boy. “The fuck, Remus?” Remus kept a firm grip on Sirius’ wrist, one that was almost painful. His eyes never left the back of your head as he spoke quietly to Sirius. “Don’t, Pads.”

Sirius’ lip quivered as he searched Remus’ eyes. “Godric, Moony—have you forgotten who Y/N fuckin’ belongs to? Have you forgotten she’s ours? The way that—thing—is looking at our girl?” He spat.

Remus’ voice was calm and collected, quite the contrary to the furious beating of his heart. “You’ll do something you’ll regret. You know she gets attention. I’m sure we have nothing to worry about.” He tried.

Sirius looked at his boyfriend, absolutely appalled. He huffed, looking at you once more before tugging his hand away from Remus’ tight grip. “Fine. But I wanna get out of here. I’ll lose my shit if I look at Edwards ugly face again.” Remus rolled his eyes, and couldn’t help but wish he agreed.

Sirius frantically packed up his bag before slinging it over his shoulder, tugging Remus along, storming away right in front of you.

As you and Derek laughed amongst yourselves, your eyes lightened up at the familiar giants walking past you. “Remus! Sirius! Hey!” You called happily.

Remus froze, looking at Sirius who turned around to meet your eyes. Remus reluctantly did the same, softening at the sight of your smile and hand, eagerly waving at them.

He broke his gaze from you as Sirius tugged his hand, muttering a quiet, “Let’s go, Moony.” Remus nodded hesitantly, looking blankly at you once more before following the shorter boy, not acknowledging your presence besides a mere glance.

Derek narrowed his eyes at them before beaming down at you, seemingly happy by their lack of response. You on the other hand were purely confused. The boys usually wouldn’t waste a second before greeting you with a hug and kiss.

You furrowed your eyebrows, watching them walk away from the library. They probably went to the great hall, you thought, frowning to yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Derek’s hand squeezing your thigh. You jumped, staring at his hand in bewilderment. When did that happen? You glanced at the boy beside you and shifted away from him, suddenly feeling a flood of dread overcome you by the foreign hand on your thigh.

“Oh, uh, Derek.” You cleared your throat as he hummed, smiling slyly down at you. “Dinner’s approaching, let’s finish off things here, alright?” You watched his smile drop before reluctantly nodding. “Oh! Of course.” He grinned.

You nodded slightly before standing up to back your things quickly. You were in a rush to see your boys, they acted so strange minutes ago. Besides, you missed them quite a lot.

Now that the tutoring session was over, you were practically free for the next week. Perhaps a couple of trips to Hogsmeade, you thought, now excited as ever to propose the idea to your boyfriends.

Without sparing a glance or even saying goodbye to Derek, you took off, rushing through the corridors of the school to make it to the great hall, where you presumed Remus and Sirius would be.

Alas, you were right. There they sat, eating quietly, occasionally nodding at James as he howled in laughter. Your eyes lit up as you skipped over to where they were, taking a seat on the wooden bench beside Sirius.

“Sirius!” You cheered, setting your bag down. You smiled at Remus, who only spared you one glance before gesturing to Sirius, who nodded back.

Together, they both stood up and sat on the other side of James, quite far from you. Your heart sank at their actions, watching as they refused to acknowledge you, which was quite strange, as you hadn't done anything wrong, at least, not that you could recall.

Perhaps leaving them alone was the best thing, and the full moon was approaching soon too, so maybe they just wanted to protect you and keep you away, you thought.

A sudden voice in your head erupts. Those are just excuses, it whispers, they’re sick of you. They’ve come to their senses.

Your eyes sting with tears, though you blink them away, shakily exhaling before standing up and walking out of the hall, ignoring the questioning looks from Lily and Marlene.

What you fail to notice is the sinking of Remus’ heart, who droops his shoulders and hangs his head low, feeling a burst of guilt overpowering his fuming jealousy. If he had any appetite in him before, he certainly didn’t now. He was overcome by complete nausea.

He peered up at Sirius shamefully whose eyes were fixed on the entrance of the room, where you once walked out of.

Sirius too, still overcome by anger, felt a sense of longing and anguish. Perhaps it was the best idea to ignore you for now. To cope with the intense feelings inside his heart, to keep him from lashing out at others.

However, after looking at your deflated face, he wants nothing more than to just hold you and ask for reassurance. To hear it from your mouth, you’re all I want, Sirius.

He looked back at Remus, gazing at him pleadingly. Remus nods and together, they both leave their food, friends, and anger, and are set out to look for only you.

As they make their way up the stairs to your dorm, their hearts disposed of all the previous envy they once held. And as they both stood before the door of your dorm, neither could muster up the courage to open it. That fear intensified as they heard your soft sobs and hiccups.

Startled and without thinking, Sirius mutters Alohomora, before twisting the doorknob to reveal your small frame.

Their hearts broke as they looked at you, head lowered in embarrassment as you attempted to wipe your tears frantically. Sirius looked up at Remus to await further instruction, but his heart sank even more as Remus looked at you in utter dread, eyes glossed over.

His stare breaks away from Remus to you as he hears your hoarse voice. “M’sorry…for whatever I-I did. I really am.” You sniffled. “W-What did I even do?” You whimpered, looking up at their tall forms.

Remus shook his head before walking up, hand hesitantly reaching out for you.

“N-Nothing, my love…nothing. It’s just—fuck—it’s just us.” He whispers sorrowfully, stroking your cheek, attempting to wipe your tears away from your face. His other hand reached up to pet your hair soothingly, calming you down.

A sudden gasp could be heard from the corner of the room. Both you and Remus looked up to see Sirius with a look of complete horror on his face. “Y-You…you didn’t know, did you?” He breathed out.

You scrunch your nose in confusion. “Know what?” You urged him to continue, previous sadness now replaced with annoyance as you sat confused as to what caused all this to occur.

“Edwards,” Sirius mutters. “That Edwards was flirting with you.” You shook your head in confusion before your eyes widened in realization. “Jealous,” you began. “You two were jealous?”

Remus shamefully looked down, knowing that you disliked it when they reacted irrationally to their jealousy. “We hadn't seen you in so long, poppet. To see you, with—him,” Remus grunts. “It was horrible.”

“Godric, pup. You should’ve seen the way he looked at you! This whole time! Our darling girl never noticed a thing.” Sirius laughed bitterly, more so to himself for hurting you.

You smiled shyly, before nodding in agreement. “I didn’t. Only until afterward did I notice his hand was on my thigh, but that was it.”

Both their eyes snapped up as they looked at each other furiously, before turning to you with a look of worry. “Your thigh? Last time we saw, his hand was on your knee!” Sirius gritted out before walking towards you, embracing you tightly, peppering quick pecks on your neck. You laughed in amusement as you squirmed away from his touch.

You suddenly looked up at Remus, narrowing your eyes. “Out of all people, I’d think you’d know a thing or two about communication in a relationship.” You pointed out, playfully.

Remus simply rolled his eyes before grinning wolfishly. “We get quite rash when people touch what’s ours, I’d have to admit.”

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE ON OTHER SITES — 0x81 ON TUMBLR

So the forms didn't work so instead if you guys have a request you can just ask me to do it

im in love omg. the writing>>>

the angst. wow, its pain but damn, do i enjoy it.

Yours

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader, platonic!james potter x fem!reader

genre: angsttt

el's thoughts: friends with benefits hinted at, but not explicit. 'cause i can't write... ya know... so yeah :) ALSO the word count is 1.3k and that's the most i've written in a loooooooong time so i'm proud haha

Y/N glared at the back of a random girl’s head when she saw Sirius leaning against the wall beside her. Talking and flirting. Talking and flirting. Her glare turned colder if that was possible when Sirius tossed a wink over his shoulder to a random guy passing. 

“Merlin, he’s such a flirt.” Remus sighed and shook his head in slight amusement, but his face turned concerned when Y/N didn’t hum or respond in agreement. “Y/N/N… You alright?” 

“Hm? Oh yeah yeah, I’m fine.” Her voice was light as if she was bringing herself out of a daze. James shared a look with Remus, a distinct look of pity on their faces. James finally spoke up, “You know you could just tell him?” A sharp look was thrown his way in response. “Y/N I’m not messing with you. Just talk to him.”

“I can’t do that.” 

Remus furrowed his eyebrows, “Why not?”

“He’s not mine in any way, shape, or form. I just… Just need to accept that.”

~

“We can’t keep doing… this.”

Y/N froze. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the boy next to her on his bed, “Is that because of what’s her face?”

“Jessica? Yeah… I um, I asked her to be my girlfriend and, um she said yes. So…” He ran his hand through his hair awkwardly as he waited for her response. Y/N nodded numbly, “I’m-” She finally turned to look at him and reached for his hand. “I couldn’t be happier for you Siri. Honestly.”

He smiled shyly, “Yeah? You’re fine?”

She let out a laugh, hoping it didn’t sound as forced as it was. “I’m fine! We said no strings attached and there aren’t. I’m just so happy you found someone.”

She shouldn’t be jealous. She has no right to be, but she couldn’t help it. She hated the disgusting feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t anyone special to him, she was just someone he’d call upon. Someone he would touch, but never truly hold. She hated that she let herself fall for him. She wasn’t his in any way, shape, or form.

She reached for her jacket and slipped her shirt back on as she made her way to the door, “I’m happy for you.”

~

Music blared through the common room, and the chatter of all the upperclassmen was an underlining sound that filled the room. Y/N normally enjoyed parties like this but today she sat on the stairs of a back corridor, hidden, with a cup in her hand as she tried to keep her tears at bay. Tonight was supposed to be a night to have fun and finally get her mind off Sirius. Not a night where she saw him making out with his new girl, pinning her against a wall. 

She knew she didn’t stand a chance, so why did it bother her so much? Why couldn’t her heart just move on? 

James walked around the corner and saw Y/N curled in on herself leaning on the wall beside her. “Y/N/N?” She looked up with slightly red eyes and a pathetic smile, “Oh, hey Jamie.” Her voice has hoarse as she wiped her nose with the napkin she held under her cup. The bespectacled boy moved to sit on the step above her and ran his hand up and down her spine in a comforting motion. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.”

“I know it’s not my fault, but I’m sorry that he’s an idiot. I thought I raised him better.” He smiled as a weak laugh fell from her lips. Before she could reply the sound of hurried footsteps and giggles floated to her ears. 

Sirius made his way around the corner with his girl clinging to his arm, swaying slightly. “Oh… Looks like this spot is taken.” A high-pitched giggle fell from her lips as she tried to tug Sirius away. He pulled back, stopping himself from moving, as he tried to take a step forward. “What’s wrong? Y/N, are you alright?” 

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him nor could she bring herself to answer. She angled her head down turning it slightly more into James’ side. The boy holding her felt his heart, ache as he shook his head at Sirius, silently telling him to go. 

Once he left the pair alone Y/N sighed and fully placed her head on James’ knees. 

“You okay?”

She shook her head and sighed, “I’ll be fine. Right now I’m just being dramatic, aren’t I?” He stroked her hair, “You’re not being dramatic. This hurts, it’s okay to hurt.”

“Yeah it hurts, but it’s just pathetic at this point. All the things I’ve done to get his attention just so he doesn’t notice. It’s embarrassing.”

James sighed to himself and bent down to kiss the side of her head, never stopping his hand in her hair as she cried silently, knowing this will be a long journey for her. But as long as I’m there for her, he thought to himself, she’ll be fine.

~ 

The progress she had made from that moment exceeded her expectations, and she was proud of herself. Within a few months, she had healed herself. She would’ve been even better -at least that's what she told herself- if Sirius didn’t approach her after lunch...

“You want… You want me?” 

“Yes!” Sirius let out an exasperated laugh, “And I’m sorry it took me so long to notice you. To realize what I had in front of me, and I know I was a total jerk about it then. James gave me an earful about it, but I see you now.”

She was cornered. So many feelings flooded her at once. Anger and frustration for him springing this on her unannounced. All the feelings she had finally worked through bubbled up in her chest again. She hated feeling so weak in front of him, it felt like giving into something she promised herself not to.

Y/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, trying to swallow the emotions rising in her throat along with her lunch. “No.” Tears pricked in the back of her eyes, “No no no. It’s too late. It’s been a year Sirius! And all it took was for you to go date some other girl, break up with her and then notice me?” She shook her head and backed away from him slightly, “That’s not fair.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I know. I know it’s not fair, and I’m sorry! Honestly, I feel terrible about it all.” He tried to step forward to hold her hands but she turned away from him, not giving him the chance.

“You can’t just expect me to be fine with this. I did everything imaginable to get your attention. It was dumb love, the type of love that was toxic for me.” Her throat got tighter and tighter with each word before she was finally crying.

“I moved on, I’m happy now! Why can’t you just leave me alone? I wasn’t yours then and I’m most certainly not yours now. You can’t just expect me to forgive and forget. I had chosen you over all of our friends and I’m grateful they didn’t walk out on me, but I wouldn’t have blamed them. I was a pain in the ass when you got together with her. Ask James. Ask Remus. How many times have they caught me crying over you as if you were mine to begin with? As if you broke up with me, but Sirius we weren’t dating. You didn’t love me. I wasn’t yours! Get that through your thick skull. I'm. Not. Yours.” She let out a breath and unclenched her fists before finally looking up at the taller boy.

He stared at her, tears lining his eyes as he opened and closed his mouth trying to get words out. 

“Don’t try to fix something I already fixed myself.” She took a deep breath, “Please.”

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finally! when they don't take them back<3

could you write an angst thing where reader finds out sirius only started dating her for a bet but she doesn’t take him back? like he admits to what happened and says he actually ended up falling for her but she decides to leave him anyways? idk it just pisses me off when the reader is so forgiving like i would never recover from that 💀

Liss is my Hufflepuff OC, lol. Hope you like it! Thanks for the ask♡.

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When you woke up that morning, you didn't have any plans to eavesdrop on your two best friends' conversation.

It just sort of happened.

The long, old and dusty tapestry covered your entire figure, from head to toe. A clammy hand was pressed against your mouth, as you listened to a conversation that was supposed to be private. The worn material was see-through enough to let you figure out who was who, and if their voices weren't enough, you recognized the yellow and red jumpers.

“Please tell me you are joking, Lilly. Please.”

“Liss, you can’t say a thing, less to y/n.”

Your stomach twisted in anxiety; They were hiding something, a secret.

“Lilly,” Liss spoke again, she was mad, you could always figure it out by how her accent deepened. “This isn't fair.”

“I know it isn't.” Lilly agreed with her, mirroring the other girl's frustration. “I overheard it from a conversation between James and Sirius.”

Your stomach made another painful jolt at those words, your boyfriend, Sirius, was hiding something, and not only your two best friends know, James, Lilly’s boyfriend, knew too. The loud click of the clock hung up on the stone wall was all you could hear for a few minutes, minutes that felt like hours.

“I'm going to tell her,” Liss said, scoffing loudly. “This farce needs to stop.”

“Hey!” Lilly grabbed her hand before the Hufflepuff girl could walk away. “Believe me, there’s nothing more I want than to tell her what's going on.”

“And then?!”

“It's not our responsibility, Liss.”

“But as her best friends—”

“Liss! Sirius is the one who needs to be sincere about this!”

So he was hiding something. The nauseous feeling only gained weight inside your stomach, all the way to your chest. Your lungs struggled for air, the whole hallway felt suffocating, and you could taste the vomit in your mouth.

“He’s not going to! He’s going to keep lying to her! Because that's what he's been doing the past three months!” Liss practically shouted.

Three months, three months ago Sirius asked you on a date.

Three months ago he kissed you next to Blake Lake.

Three months ago he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“What do you want us to do then?” It was Lilly’s turn to shout, swinging her hands in the air.

“For Helga’s sake, for being Head Girl you are such an idiot! We have to tell her Sirius is only dating her over a stupid bet he had with the boys! I don't give a fuck if it’s not our responsibility! She’s our best friend!”

And with those three words, your whole world shattered, just like your heart.

Over a bet.

One of them stormed away, quickly followed by the other, but it didn't matter much, all you could think about was those three words.

Over a bet.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding. The world felt distant as if someone used a spell to stop time, even the seconds felt slow; The tears were silent but the thoughts inside your head were messy and loud. The anxiety, the shock, the anger, the sadness, everything was mixed, combined into this big, green monster that threatened your satiny.

With shaky steps, you walked towards Gryffindor’s common room, knowing that's where your beloved boyfriend was going to be. And he was, leaning against the stairs as he talked with Remus.

“So I told Prongs— Oh hey, doll.” He smiled the second he looked at you, a smile that faded when he noticed your teary cheeks, your puffy eyes, and how you carried your broken heart in the palm of your hand. “What's wrong babe?”

He sounded worried, but you knew better. It was a lie, just like everything else had been, for the past three months.

Remus gasped in shock when your hand collided with Sirius's pale cheek. The whole world froze again, but this time the sadness and anxiety were far gone, there was only anger.

“What the fuck—” Sirius started, but you quickly stopped him, pushing him. You were never the one for violence, but this time it just felt right.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked through hiccups. “A bet? That's all I am?”

His grey eyes melted, you could read the guilt, but it was fake, it had to be, just like his love was, fake. Everything was fake. All the kisses, all the dates, all the late-night conversations, everything.

“I—” He said, stuttering, glancing up at you with his doe, breathtaking eyes. “I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry.” He repeated, biting his lip.

“Over a bet.” You hissed, nostrils fluttering with rage. “And for what? To boost your pathetic ego? To prove you can pull every girl you want?”

“I didn't—” Sirius choked, with his own words, with his lies. “I tried to call down the bet, I promise.” He promised, just like he promised he loved you on your second date, holding your hand, stargazing. “I tried to when I realized I was falling in love with you.”

In love, those sweet words only fueled your anger.

Remus, who looked beyond embarrassed, stepped away, slowly, silently.

“And you.” Your attention was now on the tall boy, and he shrunk in his place. “You knew. You fucking knew!”

“I'm sorry,” Remus muttered, blushing, even the tip of his ears were crimson. “I tried to talk to them about how wrong it was—”

“Save it for later.” You snapped, flipping him off. “I wouldn't be surprised if you started dating Liss over a bet too.”

His honey eyes widened at your words. “N—no!” He replied, shaking his head. “I promise!”

“Sweetheart, please,” Sirius spoke again, diverting your attention from Remus who used it as an opportunity to run away from the catastrophe.

“Don't call me that!” The tears made their way again down your cheeks. “Don't ever speak to me again.”

“y/n, please.” Sirius pleaded, standing up. “I love you, I do. I know it was wrong, I know it shouldn't have done that.” He continued, word after word, he rambled, about how much he loved you, about how hard he fell for you, about how special you were.

“I love you.”

He was crying. The tears were like shiny diamonds, staining the marble stairs.

“I love you.” He whispered again, as the remorse and shame coated him.

Sirius shouted your name, as you walked away, away from him, from his love, from his lies. Back facing the man who fooled you. You heard his pleas, his promises, but those were lies too.

Your first relationship was over, dramatically, it even felt like a novel. That night, you laid in bed, safely wrapped under your duvet, crying your heart out, over a bet, over what could've been.

good idea — sirius black

Trying to get over your feelings for Sirius, you decide to bring a date to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party this year. But Sirius seems oddly angry about it… friends to lovers, jealous!sirius ♥

"You're bringing him? As a date?" 

To be honest, Sirius doesn't know why he's so irritated by this. Every year he gets invited, and every year he doesn't go to Slughorn's Christmas party because, frankly, it sounds boring as hell—a bunch of stuffed shirts bragging about themselves while stuffing their faces with party food—but now…now all of a sudden, he's feeling downright offended that you'd bring a date and not him.

It's stupid. But that doesn't change the fact that he's furious about it.

You look at him uncertainly, a little frown pulling your eyebrows together. Sirius kind of wants to smooth it out with his thumb, but that's probably not a good idea.

"Um...yeah?" you say, and your voice tilts up at the end like it's a question, and Sirius doesn't know if you're asking him or yourself, but he does not like it. "I mean, Slughorn said we could bring a plus-one, so... I'm bringing Ollie."

"Ollie," he repeats, derision dripping from the word like the name itself is rotten. Then, because he's bitter and a bit of an asshole, he adds, in the most disparaging tone he can muster, "Seriously? Ollie? The guy who once nearly exploded a classroom because he couldn't transfigure a knife and fork properly?"

Sirius didn't think your frown could get any deeper, but apparently it can, and now he feels kind of bad for putting it there. 

But then you scowl and cross your arms, and your lovely blue dress tugs at your lovely hips, which draws his eyes to your thighs and forces him to look away and think about Quidditch and essays on different varieties of unicorn blood and exploding potions.

"He wasn't going to explode anything," you snap. "The cauldron had a hairline crack. All he did was—you know what, I gotta go!"

You brush past him, and Sirius smells that delicious, honeyed fragrance you always wear, and he just…he just…

His hand snaps out and grabs your arm.

You stop, glancing back at him, and Sirius would normally never manhandle you like this, but now that he's doing it, he doesn't want to let go. You look so angry, though; your chest heaving with your quick breaths, your skin warm under his fingers, soft and plush.

But you've obviously had enough of whatever this is, because you raise your eyebrows and say flatly, "Let me go."

It feels like his hand doesn't want to obey him. "Sorry," he mutters, and it's sincere, but he doesn't release you. "I'm sorry. Just...what's so great about Ollie?"

"I like him."

"No you don't."

"What?"

Sirius blinks, trying to figure out what's coming out of his mouth. He just...he doesn't like this. The mere idea of you going out with Ollie makes his skin crawl. Not because he likes you or anything, no. You're pretty, yeah. And funny, and smart, and when he first met you, being your friend was the last thing on his mind, sure, but then he got to know you, and—fine. Maybe he does like you a little bit more than he probably should.

But you're way too good for him. You're certainly way too good for Ollie. 

"Ollie sucks," Sirius says. It's not an eloquent statement, but it's a true one. "He's boring. He's an asshole. You're..."

His words trail off as he stares at you. His eyes fall to your lips, lipstick-red and soft-looking and parted in surprise, and they're just right there, and maybe he could just…just once…

"I'm what?"

He kisses you. He can't help himself.

Sirius has kissed a lot of girls, but this...this is different.

One hand is still holding your arm, but the other comes up to touch your cheek, trace your jaw, skim down the side of your neck, feeling the way your pulse is pounding beneath your skin and under his fingertips as his mouth moves over yours. Your lips are soft, the little noise you make in the back of your throat even softer, and he wants to hear it again.

And again. And again.

Sirius breaks the kiss first.

You stare at him. Pupils blown wide. Lips red and glistening. "You kissed me."

Sirius brushes his thumb over your bottom lip.

"I did."

"You...did?" Now you're sounding breathless. Like you can't quite catch your breath.

"I did." Sirius moves in closer, crowding you against the wall yet not quite touching you. "You didn't stop me."

For a moment, your gaze drops to his lips, and Sirius feels a surge of triumph. "What—what was that for?"

His fingers tangle in your hair, tilting your head back. You smell like flowers. Like honey. Like something he wants to devour.

"Don't go to the party with Ollie."

It was, apparently, not the right thing to say.

You duck under his arm, and Sirius is so surprised, he doesn't manage to stop you from escaping.

"Don't kiss me just because you want to sabotage my date," you say, and boy, you sound angry. "Especially don't kiss me and then not tell me why."

"I wanted to kiss you."

"That's your excuse?"

"Is it not a good one?" 

Sirius is feeling slightly out of his depth here. He thought the kiss would be pretty self-explanatory. But apparently not. This hallway, with its tapestries and old portraits and suits of armor and half-dressed witches, is beginning to feel stifling.

He tries a different tactic. "I think about kissing you a lot."

"Stop."

"It's true."

If looks could kill, Sirius would be ashes on the ground right now.

"The first time I thought about it was after Potions," he says, pressing his advantage. You're listening, at least. And you haven't turned to leave yet. That has to mean something. "When you spilled that solution all over yourself and started laughing about it. You have the best laugh."

"Seriously—"

He steps closer. "And your mouth...fuck, it drives me crazy."

"Don't—"

He backs you up against the wall again. Now, he's touching you, one hand on your waist, feeling the way your body curves so nicely beneath his palm, the other splayed on the wall next to your head.

"Take Ollie to the party," he says. "See if I care. But you're going to spend the whole time thinking about this."

He leans in close, then pauses, mouth inches from yours, your breath mingling together. He feels you swallow, watches the way your pupils dilate.

Then, before he can change his mind, he dips his head and kisses you again. 

Harder this time. 

Less tentative. 

He wants to remember this kiss.

"Was that a good excuse?" he whispers when he pulls away.

Your mouth works soundlessly for a moment, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. Sirius wants to hear you say something, but the words aren't coming, so he tilts your chin up with his thumb and leans in.

"Are you thinking about it now?"

Your lips part, soft and silken, and you exhale a small puff of breath. "I hate you."

"You don't hate me," he says, his mouth still almost touching yours. You taste like honeyed tea. Like a cozy summer afternoon spent lounging on the grass. He could live in this feeling forever. He could die in it. "You're thinking about me. You're thinking about this. My hand on your waist."

He squeezes, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hip.

"My lips on your neck."

He kisses the skin under your ear, then drags his mouth down the side of your neck until he reaches the curve where your shoulder begins. 

You make a soft sound; a moan, a sigh. Sirius can't really tell. But, fuck, does he want to hear it again.

He pulls away and waits for you to look at him, to really look at him. Your eyes are so lovely. And your face...he wants to memorize it.

"Don't take Ollie to the party." Sirius slides his hand down your arm until his fingers lace with yours. "Take me."

Well...it certainly feels like a good idea.

the book that got away

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sirius black x gn! reader

lighthearted fluff/kinda crack they flirt a tiny bit

a/n this is my second work, dont be mean or i'll cry

1k words

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It was a mess, you were a mess and this whole moving thing now seemed like one of the worst decisions of your life. Carrying boxes up and down the seemingly endless stairs was one thing, but having to unpack these boxes was another.

By the time you got up to your floor again, your legs were trembling and you cursed yourself for not taking up the position of a cardio buddy for your dear friend Pandora, but alas, living here will probably be a great substitute for that. Walking up to your door for hopefully the last time today, you searched your pockets for the keys, finding them in the back pocket. As you were about to unlock your door, the keys fell to the floor and your whole body shook, the air almost leaving your lungs.

The reason? The door next to yours just swung wide open, spitting out what is presumably your, or rather, one of your new neighbors. This sudden stunt was accompanied by yells coming from inside the apartment, “Well go and get it back! I don't wanna see you returning without it! You know how much it means to me!”

“Listen, I really didn’t mean to leave it there!” The door was slammed shut, leaving little room for the argument to continue. “I said I was sorry!” The man said, leaning against the door with a sigh of defeat.

“You sure know how to make a first impression, I’ll give you that." You said, crouching down to retreat your keys. He blinked twice and his brows furrowed in confusion. “I'm your new neighbor, if that wasn't clear.” You added as you stood up and finally got a good look at the man in front of you. “Oh, hi! I swear, this isn’t a regular thing,, Just, left my friend’s book at someone else’s place, bastard doesn’t even consider i could buy him a new one if i were to lose it, even though i didnt!” The man said, accompanied by an awkward chuckle as he ran a hand through his wavy black hair. His whole arm was covered in tattoos and you’re sure that from the looks of his ripped jeans, his legs were a similar canvas.

“You know, i think i would probably have the same reaction, you don’t go around losing your friend’s books after they trust you enough to borrow such.” The smile on your face was evident by the tone of your voice when you turned back to finally, unlock the doors to your new apartment. “Okay, yeah, but I didn't even lose it! I know where it is and I can just get him a new one if that one were to magically disappear!”

The door clicked open and your whole body relaxed as it was finally one step closer to sleep. “My books are like my children, what reaction would you expect if you just lost your friend’s newborn?” You stepped into your apartment, setting the things down on the counter and taking a moment to breathe. “Okay, i, for one, find that as a bizarre comparison.” Your neighbour said between stifled chuckles. “It’s not that far off though, is it?” You said, walking back and leaning on your doorframe. “Um, I'm Sirius, Sirius Black, by the way..” Sirius said as he held out his hand, taking his hand in yours, you murmured your name and dropped his hand, almost missing the warmth of it the second you let it go.

“Damn, who did I just shake hands with? Death?” Sirius said, recoiling his hand as if he just touched a burning stove. You raised your eyebrows with the hint of a smile on your face, “My hands aren’t that cold, you’re just hot.” The second those words left your mouth you regretted it, the grin on his face was immediate. “Before you say anything, NO i did NOT mean it like that.”

The urge to slam this door in his face was steadily growing stronger as it seemed he was only grinning wider now. Damn you for trying to make friendly conversation with one of your (hopefully) long term neighbours. “You think so?” Sirius said as he put his hands in his pockets, trying not to seem nervous. Fuck, why was he nervous?

“Don't you, I don't know, have some book retrieving to get to?”

You said as a last ditch effort to get him not to focus on the horrible blunder which left your mouth earlier, already sure that they would definitely haunt you in your dreams later.

“Shit, you’re right.” The smirk was wiped off his face, but the giddiness in his eyes stayed persistent as ever. He quickly faced the direction of the stairs and began speed walking to them, halting mid step. He slowly turned around and you wished you had already shut the door, bracing yourself for whatever he had planned next.

He turned around to speak, “And just so you know, I do think you might be hot aswell, just maybe not in the,, literal sense.” The comment rolled off his tongue naturally, but it was missing the lighthearted tone he carried throughout your short conversation.

You could feel your cheeks heating up, and by the expression on his face, he definitely saw. You shut your door quickly and slowly slid down the door to sit down, in need of something to ground you. “This is it, this is where I die, and a black hole swallows me whole, and I never have to face anyone ever again.”

There were many things infront of you, unpacking, getting used to the place (so you don't accidentally hit your hips against every corner and counter you can stumble upon), but this, this was the death of you. A charming, beautiful neighbor who you will no doubt encounter again, nope, this is it.

By some force of a divine being, you found the strength in your legs to get up and rummage through one of the cardboard boxes labeled clothing to retrieve your pajamas. Hoping to fall into a quick and merciful sleep which will NOT remind you of your encounter with Sirius Black.

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will not write anything about ; puke ; shit ; illegal age gap ; age play ; rape ; abuse ; kidnapping

in regards to perv!marauders . . . theyd so get off on the more innocent pics of you— it could be a polaroid of you smiling and it’d be covered in cum by the end of the summer bcos your innocence is so hot to them

i am losing my mind at the thought of this. the mere thought of corrupting you torments perv!marauders and something about the contrast of their filth paired with your seemingly pure disposition makes their cock throb.

the photo usually always comprises you beaming, presumably looking up at them through the camera, batting your eyelashes prettily, looking so radiant and cute. i can picture a photo of you leaning against their palm, their large hands caressing your cheek while you peer up at them. maybe it’s that sleepy look of yours; maybe it’s your flushed face or your puffy, watery eyes; or perhaps it’s the gloss on your lips that makes you look so girly and kissable that has them groaning into their pillow as they fist their aching cock late into the night, feverish and frantic to cum to the sight of you.

it's not only your innocence that gets them off, but it's the thought of ruining it that drives them to the edge. all of them would repeatedly fantasize about making you just as desperate as they are for you. they want nothing more than for you to look up at them—a betrayed, foggy look in your lust-filled eyes—begging them to take you again because three rounds simply aren’t enough and you're far too addicted to their cocks stretching out your ruined cunt to stop.

TRUTHHHH UGHHH 😭😭😭😭

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

Sirius Orion Black

You can’t change your blood

~Sirius going thru crisis? Tw:cannon Sirius

Back to Hogwarts

~Seeing your boyfriend after whole summer

“Not going to invite me in?”

~Showing up in your dorm all beaten up

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~Remus Lupin

~Barty Crouch Jr

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~George Weasley

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If anyone knows about it, let me know please

hi im so sorry to bother you but im searching for this fic on tumblr where reader is like reborn or somehow appears into the marauders universe with prev knowledge of the situation so they befriend all the marauders & lily too, and watch over them from afar going as far as to also become an animagus . random things i remember : reader has a brief fling with lily . reader is friends with lots of the paintings so i think the author left it on a cliffhanger where the paintings tell the reader that someone had been following them around while they were snooping . sorry if this is rlly vague i just rlly want to find this fic again T_T

I don't think I've ever read this, I'm sorry but now I kinda want to.

@robieangel @morwap @forourmoons @turvi and anyone else, do you know this fic?

Plausible deniability | Poly! Marauders; A. Dolohov:

Warnings: jealousy; the boys are kind of dicks in this one; reader is a certified smartass; my dialogue is pretencious as hell; Dolohov is a desperate flirt.

Your lads leave you alone at a party you took them to, so they won't care if you happen to dance with someone else. Right?

You had always been a good girlfriend.

Scratch that, you always were a great girlfriend.

And you knew that for a fact.

There wasn't one thing in this world you wouldn't do for your boyfriends. Your love for them was beyond any type of rational comprehension, to the point you had made yourself look stupid in front of others just because you adored them so much.

All those days you stayed back to reason with a teacher, or a prefect or with Filch and talk them out of murdering your beloved boys while those same lads were out running to save their own skin; All those times you went out of your way to fix expulsion-worthy mistakes they commited during a prank; All those nights you lost sleep so you could help them study for the incoming exams you knew they had been ignoring in favor of perfecting yet another grandious plan to humiliate the Slytherins.

That was how you told them you loved them.

And you did.

Not only did you simply love them, you showed them you loved them.

So why was it that everytime you looked at one of them from the small green and silver couch you were sitting on, they seemed to have one or ten other girls in their arms?

You took them to this party. You were the sole reason they had gotten in here in the first place.

Would it kill them to spend five minutes with you before going off to do Godric knows what with other girls?

No.

It wouldn't.

You weren't jealous. That wasn't the point. If that was the case you would have walked up to them, muttered some half-polite excuse to whichever person was flirting with them and pulled the boy to dance with you.

But that wasn't the problem.

The problem was that you always bended over backwards for them, to meet their desires, to make sure they were healthy, make sure they were comfortable, make sure they were always feeling their best. If something of theirs broke, you were there to fix it. If they couldn't understand something, you figured it out and explained it to them. If they needed help with anything, you were always there, at their corner, ready to help with whatever you could.

You had always been a show instead of tell kind of person.

Your problem was, they were tell but never show kind of people.

Not one of your boys ever hesitated to tell you that they loved you and that they couldn't live without you and that they'd do anything for you, but they never seemed to come through in any of those things.

And for most that you tried to brush it off as them simply being from a world different than yours, it bothered you to hell and back.

There was nothing you could do, and you knew it.

It would be no good to cause a scene and forever be branded as the crazy girlfriend, specially since you knew they made a habit of downplaying your discomfort when it came to the subject of them being overly affectionate with people who clearly had less than innocent intentions.

So you stood up as calmly as you could manage and slowly made your way to the little bar Zabini had set up.

Whiskey, beer, liquour and rum. One next to the other, all painfully dry. Perhaps if you could squeeze out a drip or two from each bottle you'd end up with a 1/16 of a full cup. But that wasn't enough for you. So you pulled back your hand, and just as you were trying your best to recall that fancy little spell that turned water into rum, the soft glow of light over glass caught your eye.

A bottle of vodka. The people in this party were visibly much more prudent than you could wish to be, for the bottle wasn't only untouched, but fully sealed and nearly glimmering under the dim reddish lighting that bathed the room, like a singing siren, lulling in the occasional unsuspecting sailor, the kind who was desperate enough to fall for her games.

Well, yo-ho, motherfucker.

Taking you newfound treasure into your hands, you poured the liquid into a whiskey glass, an inch and a half full over the bottom. And with no hesitation whatsoever, you took a long and patient sip, without even making a face.

- You know, dear, I have been standing next to this bar for half an hour. I've seen all those bottles be drained to the last drop, but not a single person was mad enough to consider touching my vodka. - The smell of the cologne that surrounded you as whoever that was leaned in to speak into your ear might as well have carried the stench of blood with it, because never in your life had you heard someone so painfully obvious in their villany speak in such a shamelessly ill-willed way. - I must commend you for your taste, красивая.

Antonin Dolohov.

Of course.

When did he ever miss a single chance to shark you?

Rhetoric question, the answer was never.

- I do enjoy the taste of nothingness and incoming hangovers quite a bit, thanks for the commendment. - Still staring into your glass, you pretended not to feel the way he very glaringly leaned into the spot you had pressed your perfume into just an hour ago. - Cheers, Dolohov. Good health to you.

He smiled wolfishly as he watched you empty that glass in one breath, walking around the table to stand as close to humanly possible to you. - As much as seeing you drink like this gives me hope that you will toss those three western boys and get with the one that could actually be your drinking partner, we should really get a dance in so I can tell you what is happening.

- Remind me again of why would I ever consider dancing with you...

- Because I know things that evolve not only you, bu you future in this lovely establishment you call home.

You scoffed: - Okay, Mr. Bond.

- I prefer Stierlitz, but Bond will do for now. - He gently took the empty glass from your hand, setting it on the table and slowly placing his massive hands on your waist, making sure to rub down the silk dress with his thumbs as he grinned at you. - Shall we, my dear?

- You better not be playing tricks on me, Antonin.

He immediately perked up at the slight softened tone you had emplyed, taking advantage of the opportunity to pull you closer as the both of you swayed to the upbeat madness of Siouxie and the Banshees. - Wow, first name basis again. Have you finally forgiven me, zaychik? Should I put your silk sheets back onto our bed?

- We were never in an empty room alone for more than two minutes, Dolohov. Let alone sleep together.

- You and I are meant to be, zaychik. You'll realize that sooner or later.

- You know I adore listening to your ravenous delusions, but cut to the chase, will you?

- Your wish is my command, my sweet. - You could feel James' eyes starting to search the area around you, and you couln't deny it hurt that he hadn't even noticed you weren't away being a wallflower anyomore. - A friend of mine has been fulfilling duty at Filch's office. He says that McGonagal and Slughorn have been going in and out of his office all day long, whispering secret messages, handing him suspecious papers with the ministry of magic seal, all sorts of things like that. So I told him to look into it.

- How wise of you.

- I knew you'd think so too, zaychik. - He had this strange habit of running the tip of his index finger up your spine and down your arms, and the fact that he was getting closer and closer didn't make you any less uncomfortable. - So anyhow, after Filch left, he found a paper near the burner and in this paper were your name and mine together, along with the names of all your ungrateful little lovers and the names of my friends.

- What the fuck?

- That's what I said. - He seemed genuinely amused by the fact you two held the same line of thinking, and it would've been actually a bit sweet to see him like that if your eyes didn't meet Sirius' for a split second. He did not seem happy. - What kind of paper would have the name of a two model students like you and I above a list of the most trouble-making and irresponsible people in the school?

- A paper that lists people who are either involved or facilitate riotous behaviour. The ministry wants to cut the tree by it's roots. You an I are fixers, casualties. They fuck up, we go there an make sure they're not expelled...

- Only so they can go and do it again as soon as the coast is clear. - He mumbled in an irritated tone just as the music shifted, and you had never felt so seen. - Cunts.

- You too?

- If you think trying to convince teachers that their favorite troublemakers shouldn't be thrown out of school, try arguing that same case for the students they despise the most.

- I can't fucking believe them.

- You and I are more similar than you would like to admit, my darling. That's why I'm warning you. That's why we should be together.

- You lost me at 'more similar than you'd like to admit'.

- Not even you can deny that we should join forces if we want those we care about not to be publicly humiliated. If we work together, and we find a way to invalidate whatever claims the ministry is trying to make, then we can save their arses and go along our lives knowing that we did the right thing while they were out being debils. - His eyes glimmered in hope as he watched you consider the offer, his hands pulling you flush into his body, so close that he could barely stand the warmth of your skin seeping through the layers of clothes that separated you. - What do you say, zaychik?

- You're right. I hate to admit it, but credit where credit is due. - Antonin could feel hilself swell up with pride, and he immediately took a step back, cordially raising a hand towards you like a proper gentleman.

- Pleasure doing business with you, little bunny. - Your hand met his as the both of you smiled, pretending you didn't hear Dolohov's heart beating out of his chest. - You have a plan?

- I have the begining of one.

- We could draw this plan out back in my dorm, perhaps I'll allow you some of my tsarskaya vodka.

- I'm not a whore.

- I wouldn't pay. - He grinned, seizing to sway for the first time and squeezing your hips in his hands.

- That's charming. Which Gangster did you steal that line from?

- It disappoints me that you don't know. It'll be my life's mission to educate you in soviet culture before we eventually get married. - You couldn't help but laugh. He was quite charming, and it felt nice to be noticed for once. But you were so invested in Antonin's back and forth jokes that you didn't notice Sirius calling for Rem and James. You didn't notice how mad they looked. And you definetly didn't notice that for the first time since they had gotten here, they were excusing himself off from the girls they had surrounded himself with. And they probably didn't notice that it was the first time in the night they had worried the slightest bit about you. - Oh, I love this song. You'll dance with me won't you? To celebrate our alliance.

- I should really get to to mapping out that plan. - You excused, drawing yourself back from him only for Dolohov to pull you right back.

- Oh, rumba. Sorry, you cannot escape a Frank Sinatra song.

- Is that so?

- You'll have to dance with me until another singer comes along. And I fear they just put on one of his longest records. - You laughed as he pulled you into him, guiding you through a performance of 'mind if I make love to you'. Your dress swirled around you, the iridescent fabric glowing under the light as he spun you around, and you felt glad you were here for the first time in the night. The same could not be said about the lads that watched as the two of you entretained yourselves.

You were in for it tonight.

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A/N: hello dearies! alright! so here it is! I’m not even sure how this turned out or how it’s going to continue so I’ll really need some feedback! haha hope I did a good job! so, here it is! thank you all of you who voted! sorry about the ones that your favorite didn’t make it :( but like I said they could still be used for another story! so… here we go! :D THANK YOU SO MUCH @theboyswithasparebitofparchment​ for the amazing artwork!!!!!!!!!

Request - Could you maybe do a young Sirius Black one shot thing? Where y/n and Sirius are both in the same year in Gryffindor, but are well known for being enemies and hating one another? They have similar personalities but always go out of their way to make the others lives as difficult as possible, and are often found arguing or causing some kind of scene and annoying each other? Somehow eventually end up finding out they like each other?

- Hi! Can I have a Sirius imagine where the reader is James’ twin sis. She and Sirius have a hate-hate relationship. One day he pranks her and she really feels humiliated. Sirius tries to apologize but they start fighting and he confesses his feelings.

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10 Things I Hate About You

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair

“Please!”

“No.”

“But James!”

“No!”

“I’m your sister!”

“And I called Moony as my partner! There will be no switching! You know I will fail Potions if he’s not my partner!”

“But I don’t want to be partners with Sirius!”

“Why not? Padfoot’s not that bad at Potions” James told his sister as they walked to their class.

“Is not that he’s bad or not it’s that he’s… well, Sirius!”

“Well, if you would’ve let me partner with my Lily flower, you could’ve partnered with Moony and none of this would’ve happened in the first place” James complained.

“First of all, don’t call her Lily flower, she hates that” (Y/N) stated. “Second, it is not my fault that Lily wanted to partner with Snape!”

“Well, then it is not my fault that Moony wanted to partner with me!”

“He didn’t want to partner with you! You forced him!”

“I didn’t do such a thing!”

“Guys, I’m standing right here!” Remus complained talking for the first time. Everyone knew better by now than to interfere in a discussion between the Potter twins.

“Remus, please be my partner” (Y/N) begged with puppy eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), Prongs asked me first” he said apologetically. “Besides, Padfoot it’s actually quite good at Potions he just doesn’t like to admit it” he told her.

When the three of them reached the classroom, they spotted Sirius in his and (Y/N)’s desk locking lips with his latest well, let’s call it ‘date’ who was sitting on the desk while practically wrapping her legs around Sirius. (Y/N) turned to look back at her brother and Remus pleadingly one last time but they both only smiled at her shaking their heads and walked to the table behind Sirius. She sighed frustrated and made her way over to the couple.

“Ahem” she cleared her throat making the couple jump apart. Marlene’s face flushed a little but Sirius only seemed annoyed.

“May we help you, Potter?”

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The weekends spent in Hogwarts were usually delightful if you had made plans to go to Hogsmeade or simply if the professors had given you little to no homework. You decided to spend the day lounging around the dorms and playing Wizard Chess with your best friend, Lily in the Gryffindor common room. She was winning by just a smidge but you had enough experience with the game to be able to catch up with just a few more moves. Both of you could care less who won the game, it wasn’t really a priority—just a fun game you decided to play.

“Knight to E8.” You said, the black chess piece sliding to her Queen and was quick to destroy it in hundreds of tiny pieces.

“It’s a bit peculiar don’t you think?” Lily sent you a perplexed look as she said what had been itching her mind all morning. “They haven’t bothered us since this morning. I’m starting to think they’ve died.”

“You mean ‘The Marauders’?” You eyebrows raised, amused at the thoughts conjuring in your mind of what absurd antics they could be doing at the very moment. But you did know that Remus and Peter were going to spend the afternoon studying. Well, it was more of Remus tutoring Peter.

“You seriously call them that?” She laughed, one of the last of her pawns completely obliterating yours to pieces.

“You get used to it.” You answered simply. The Marauders were your closest friends in Hogwarts besides Lily. A joy to be around them, really. Their pranks often bring a smile to your face every once in a while. Of course, there were downsides to that friendship such as when they’d gotten you involved in a prank that ended with all five of you receiving a week’s detention with Madam Pince, reorganizing the library books you had gotten all mixed up.

“And I happen to like them a lot. Seriously.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re dating one of them.” Lily smirked at the reddish tint that formed on your cheeks. “Snogged Sirius lately?”

“Stared at James lately?” You countered, leaning on you elbows to further tease the girl.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She answered, now keeping her eyes focused on the board game.

If you knew anything about Lily’s feelings for a certain Potter boy, it was that she was beginning to like him back recently. Although she was as stubborn as a toddler not wanting to eat their vegetables, her small actions of glancing at the brunette a few seconds longer than normal and the increasing moments of her tagging along with you to watch the Gryffindor quidditch team practices did not pass by without you noticing. You concluded that she just needed a little push in the right direction.”

“Mhm. Sure you don’t.” You innocently, sipped your tea beside you. Somehow annoying her even more.

“I’m serious, (Y/n)!”

“No, you’re not. I’m pretty sure my boyfriend’s not ginger nor a girl.”

Lily groaned at the over used joke and scrunched her face in disgust at how much the cocky Gryffindor boy had rubbed off on you.

“Godric….he changed you.” She sighed, jokingly. “By change I mean ruin, just so you know.”

You rolled your eyes, quickly finishing the last drop of your tea before taking her king, smiling victoriously at another win and sadly, a ruined wizard chess board.

“They’re not so bad you know. Maybe you should give James a chance.” A scoff escaped her mouth, crossing her arms at your suggestion.

“No way.” By this time, James and Sirius came back from their previous endeavors and made their way towards your table, where you and Lily debated whether or not dating James was a good idea. Sirius smirked at the sight of you in just your short skirt and a cashmere sweater. Lily continued to state the downsides of dating James, despite being seated perfectly across the entrance of the common room where the two boys were just in her line of sight.

“And, he’s just a bit too similar with Sirius.”

You rose you brows as you placed your hand over your heart in feign offense. “My Sirius? Oh sweet Lily, no one can be like Sirius.”

“You called?” The devil himself pounced, wrapping his arms around your neck before kissing your temple. “You ladies couldn’t get me out of your head?”

“You know my mind could never stop thinking about you, love.” You grinned, leaning your head lovingly on his arms. Your hands, gripping his as he attempted to pull you back towards him, the wooden chair you sat on only allowing his chest to connect with the back of your head.

“And I could never get the taste of your lips out of mine, darling.” He hunched down towards your neck, your heads nuzzling against each other like birds on a spring day, completely forgetting about the red headed girl across you.

“Gross.” Lily gagged, causing you and Sirius to pull your heads away. With a chuckle, Sirius kissed your cheek to annoy the girl even more. “I get that you’re in love and all that but try not to do all that mushy, lovey-dovey crap in front of me.”

James made his way to her side, placing his hand over the red head’s shoulders. “Hey Lily, think of this. If you go out with me, we could do all this weird couple stuff Sirius and (Y/n) always get to do.”

You leaned your head back towards the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, watching the scene unfold before you. James’ daily efforts of asking Lily for a date always ended up in an instant rejection from the Evans girl. It was kind of a repetitive scene but entertaining nonetheless.

Sighing, Lily removed James’ arm from around her before getting up from the table. “Bye (Y/n), Bye Sirius.” She sent you a smile and left without another word.

James’ shoulder slouched in defeat, sitting on the chair where Lily previously sat.

“That was smooth.” Sirius stated, smiling cheekily at the brunette.

“I don’t understand why you’re still single, Prongsy.” You teased as well, restiing the side of your head on Sirius’ arm.

“Bugger off, love birds.” James let out a scoff then turned his head away from you, earning not so silent laughs from the two of you.

The next morning, you sat eating breakfast with the four boys with Sirius’ arm placed leisurely around your waist, and Lily, who was adamant on convincing you that she was only tolerating sitting near James because she wanted to sit beside you. You were simply smiling to yourself, fully aware that that was not the case. 

Stabbing your silver fork on one of your strawberries, you elicited a soft hum of content at the savoring flavor the fruit had. “The berries are extremely sweet today.” You placed your fork in front of your boyfriend, watching him devour the strawberry off the silver, the fruity taste filling his taste buds. 

“Delicious.” Sirius nodded in agreement, taking one of the fruits on his plates and popping it into your mouth. “However, not as delicious as you though.”

You remembered the first time Sirius fed you with his own hands, quite a funny story. It was one of those times when you had been distracted and overly engrossed with an assignment that was unfinished and due the next day. He realized you hadn’t eaten at all that day and forced convinced you to eat dinner with him in the Great Hall that night but failed when you brought the essay you had been working on along with you to the table and were ignoring the savory mash potatoes and chicken pot pie in front of you. That night, strange looks were sent in your direction as Sirius spoon fed you your dinner, the thought of you passing out due to hunger crossing his mind. 

It became a daily routine after that. 

Sirius captured your lips with his, smiling as you returned the sweeter kiss. Despite him being notorious for his bad boy facade and often flirtatious attitude, it didn’t bother you one bit at seeing the other side he had. You were the first girl he’s ever really cracked in front of and it brought butterflies all the time. 

Your friends groaned at your connected lips, however you didn’t bother stopping your mouths from connecting once more. Remus ran a hand on his face, tired of seeing the constant PDA from the two of you. 

“Seriously guys, we’re eating here.” He said, gesturing to his pile of chocolate chip pancakes. “Stop being in love for just a few minutes.”

Sharing a breathy laugh through your lips, you leaned into Sirius one more time before pulling away to pop another strawberry in your mouth, half of it peeking out to which was bitten of by Sirius before you could. 

“Love you.” He whispered. 

“Love you.” You replied breathlessly, kissing his cheek.

“Guys!” Remus exclaimed, earning a small chuckle from you and your boyfriend as you turned your heads to look at the lanky boy across you. You smiled, resting your cheek on Sirius’ shoulder. “Sorry, Remus.” 

“Don’t worry, Moony. I’ll help you find a girl so you’ll be able to snog her like I do with mine.” Sirius grinned at the annoyed glare he had gotten from the boy. “I’m in love, mate. Let me flaunt it!” 

James, who sat next to him and peered at Lily who sat across from him. He twisted a piece of strawberry in his hand and began to open his mouth. “Say Lily—”

“Don’t even think about it.” She said, shaking her head. 

When classes came rolling on Monday morning, you found yourself once more with Sirius. You were on his back, his large hands holding onto the bottom of your thighs to keep you on his back. He was seemingly enjoying carrying you to your Transfiguration class regardless of the fact that you weighed like a ton in your opinion. 

“Well, how nice of you to bless us with your presence, Ms (Y/L/N), Mr. Black.” McGonagall’s eyes narrowed at your current position but still, Sirius remained holding you up. In the corner of your eye, you could spot James, Remus and Peter trying to suppress their laughter. 

“You are very welcome, Minnie!” Your face cringed at his words, using your strength to slide down from his back. A loud snort came from Peter, who cracked earning a quick warning glance from McGonagall. 

“I apologize, Professor.” You mumbled, your eyes staying glued to the ground. “It won’t happen again.” 

“Ah yes. I trust you’d keep that promise—however, I do not believe the same would be done by Mr. Black.” 

“I’m hurt, Professor. You think so little of me.” Sirius gasped, placing a hand over his heart. He pouted, feigning a whimper. “We were simply showering these sods the beauty of our everlasting love.” 

You swore your eyes were the size of two quaffles when the dark haired boy, shoved his way onto one of the tables and stood in the middle of the room. His arms were wide open, a beaming smile on his face as he opened his mouth to speak. “My fellow brave and proud Gryffindors and extremely intelligent yet kind off showoff Ravenclaws—”

“—Mr.Black.” The Professor attempted to warn him.

“I, Sirius Orion Black, the man who had a star named after him—”

“—You were named after a star, Mr.Black.” Mcgonagall stated, rubbing her face in exasperation while you watch your boyfriend embarrass not only himself but you as well. 

“Am hopelessly, utterly, completely, foolishly…” You weren’t quite sure whether or not his sentence was grammatically correct but somehow he managed to bring a smile upon your face. “In love with (Y/F/N).” 

Sirius turned, pointing his hands toward you and grinned cheekily. “The woman I will spend my life and raise puppies with.” With reddened cheeks, you let out a quick breath, the smile never leaving your face. It was sure that your classmates were either trying to keep their laughter in or were contemplating his last sentence that only you and the marauders would understand. 

“Did he just indirectly propose to her?” Someone asked, this urging the boy even more, fortunately the Professor had enough and ordered him to take his seat and why you were still standing by the end of the room, you didn’t know. 

“But Professor, I’m in love!” 

“Then professing your love would need a rain check.” She said, her famous emotionless poker face evident. “Detention, Mr. Black and you may take your seat, Ms. (Y/L/N).” 

You made your way towards the table Sirius stood on and took his hand on yours and urged him to take his seat next to yours. This was the only way to prevent him from causing more trouble ending up with a even worse punishment. 

“Love you.” Sirius smiled, pecking your lips as quick as possible. 

He was going to get an lecture from you later on but in spite of  the humiliating yet amusing show he put on, you were happy with him nonetheless. 

I’m Fine

Summary: Contrary to popular opinion, Y/N knows Sirius doesn’t like her.

Word Count: 4784

Warnings: so much pining, miscommunication, jealously?

Author’s Note: I actually wrote some fluff(?) for you guys! (Is it fluff? I can never tell. I think it’s fluff) Let me know what you guys think

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“Do you think he’ll ever get it down again?”

Your eyes are glued to the figure of James Potter, who is now desperately trying to get hold of his broom. Remus Lupin stands a few metres away, interjecting James’ monologue every now and again to issue words of advice. You can tell by his stance that part of him really wants to just sit back and watch James try to figure it out himself, but that he feels a tiny obligation to at least try to help.

Upon the lack of response to your question, you glance up at the man beside you. His eyes are trained on James as well, his brows gently furrowed in thought. You look back at James.

“I’m sure Evans will give it back to him in the end.”

“You think?” you ask, glancing back at him. He tilts his head a bit to the side as he ponders the question, before glancing over at you. Upon eye contact, he looks back at James.

“Yeah. Don’t you?”

“I’m not sure,” you muse. “Potter’s been getting on her nerves lately. You never know what she’s capable of, that one.”

“What’s Potter done?”

You give him an incredulous look.

“As if you don’t know.”

“Other than his usual dipshittery,” Sirius says, rolling his eyes. He turns to look at you, and you hold his gaze.

“I…”

Then you let out a mix between laughter and a sigh.

“I don’t think I’m at liberty to say.”

“Oh, come on,” he says playfully, tilting his head a bit. “Tell me.”

You try to suppress the smile that threatens to emerge on your lips. He’s smirking at you, and it’s making it difficult.

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Oblivious | young!Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You can’t seem to wrap your head around Sirius’ change of behaviour.

Prompt: #6, “What are you doing?” “Avoiding.” “Avoiding what?”, and #7, “Everything.““I’m in love with you, you idiot!”.

Request: by @rainandhotchocolate

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: /

Word Count: 887

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