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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)
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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.8 K Warnings: None Prompt: One day left till vacation, it will be a lot more hectic than you initially thought <3 This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovelies: @aremuslupinsimp
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Chapter 40: Hot Stuff
Wednesday, December 23rd
You stayed there, soundly asleep in each other’s arms, silently breathing in and out as you slipped between slumber and awareness, Sirius would sometimes press kisses to your temple and you would reply to those with soft kisses to his cheek or neck, whichever was easier to reach, sometimes you’d even and lift your face to his and softly grace the warmth of his mouth with yours, giving Sirius the experience of lazy morning kisses he’d never had. You’d often reach out for his hand, intertwining it with his and he would sometimes play with your fingers, or drum his own over the back of your hand, creating a soft melody that neither of you could hear but both could feel. He’d often brush the pads of his fingers over your nails, feeling how some were soft and others sharp, and how the nail you’d broken on the past moon was already as long as the others; he smiled, still half asleep as he continued toying with your hands. 
Time seemed to lose its significance as you lingered together, completely enraptured by the other. The world outside faded into nothing as the minutes stretched into hours, slipping away like grains of sand on a time turner, and you might have stayed there for longer –or forever– if it hadn’t been for James, who opened the curtains and hastily pulled the covers off the two of you, partly because he wanted to take revenge on what you had done to him back on the first snow day, and partly because he needed to wake you up. 
“Vixen!” he said “VIXEN!” 
You groaned in response, Sirius pulling you closer to him as you did, you used his chest to block the intrusive light that was now slipping in through the opened curtains. 
“Bloody hell the two of you!” he said, slightly exasperated. “Lily came over worried sick! She said she was scared our plan hadn’t worked and kept wondering why you didn’t go back to your room.” 
“Just kiss her until she calms down,” Sirius replied groggily.
James scoffed but decided to ignore his remark, “Anyway, she was more worried because Minnie was looking for you in the morning and you weren’t in your room!” 
“For me?” Sirius asked, still half asleep, “I haven’t done anything.” He was going over everything he might have done that would deserve a scolding from McGonagall and there was nothing, at least not this week, he’d been especially careful not to do anything that might garner such attention, all with the purpose of having last night free. 
“No, you Twat, for Vix!” He said pointing at you. “Said something about a potion?” 
You incorporated in an instant, so fast even Sirius looked taken aback, “Fuck.” 
“Fuck?” He asked, leaning over his elbows and turning to look at you.
“Yeah fuck,” you replied, “I was supposed to falsify a letter from my mum.” 
“What for? You can’t cheat Minnie that easy.” 
“No shit, Sherlock,” you said as you stood up hastily. Pacing around the room as you thought of a solution. 
“Starshine?” Sirius asked. 
“What time is it?” you asked, turning to James. 
“1 pm.”
“Double fuck.” 
James gave you a look, “Double fuck?” 
“I haven’t packed.” 
“What? You had all week to pack, and you left it until the last day?!” Sirius asked. 
“Ah, because you have packed already,” you replied in a huff. 
“I have!” he said as he pointed at his trunk, closed neatly at the end of the bed, “We all did. ‘Cept for Remus, but he’s not leaving ‘till New Year.” You blinked a couple of times after that, not quite believing the boys would have been so much more prepared than you. Even Peter’s things were all tidily arranged.  “Why didn’t you pack?” 
“I was going to!” you argued, “and then you came with your ‘Assez de temps pour que tu me fasses un câlin’.”
“Oh,” James said as he looked at the two of you. James knew enough French to keep up with your conversations, even if he never spoke it, he used to hate his French classes, “So he seduced you to stay in bed with him.” 
“He did!” you said and Sirius laughed at your distress. 
“You can stay and cuddle me more, promise all your troubles will go away.” 
“Godric no! If Maggie finds out I was here instead of my room, she will for sure tell Mum.” 
“Why would she care?” 
“Because I asked her for a contraceptive potion,” you said between gritted teeth, you weren’t too eager to tell them about it.
“Dirty linen’s out!” James teased.
“Prongs!” You complained as you looked at him, he was clearly diverted, “I did it to save your asses,” you pointed at the two boys, “back at the last Gryffindor party when you should have been in your room because you were coming back from detention!” 
“Mhm,” James teased, “Mind passing the recipe to Lily once you have it?” 
You scoffed at that, “We already had it!” you said in response, and that seemed to wipe the smile right off his face. Of course, you were just teasing, but it was certainly fun to give him a taste of his own medicine. 
“You did?” Sirius asked, clearly curious. 
“And the letter is so McGonagall thinks your mom gave you permission to learn such potions, isn’t it?” James chimed in. 
You gave Sirius a look and nodded to James. “I’ll just pack a few books and make up some excuse while at it, see you at the infirmary at 2, sounds right? We can walk back to the carriages together.” 
“Want help with packing?” Sirius asked as he pulled your arm to get you to spot pacing around. 
You shook your head “No, no. I can deal with this one. Go check on Rem, he seemed all right in the morning but he had a good deal of sharp cuts.”
Sirius nodded in response and pulled you to him, you placed a quick kiss on his lips and waved goodbye to James. On your way down the stairs, with a disillusionment charm, of course, you started wondering where Peter had gone off to, but your curiosity didn’t last long, since a few more steps down you heard a groan coming from one of the broom closets under the stairs. Since you hadn’t seen much of him last night, you thought that perhaps he’d gotten hurt and was trying to deal with it himself, so you followed his voice and opened the door. 
“What was that?” A girl –Annie Doxon, you realised– with her blouse half unbuttoned and Peter’s hand under her skirt. 
You gasped and covered your mouth with your hands. Peter, who already knew how good your disillusionment charms were, knew instantly it was you and gave you an exasperated look. when he managed to discern your figure. You winced at that and mouthed a short “Good luck!” as you gave him a thumbs up and got the hell away from there. Sprinting so fast you didn’t see the steps and tripped, using your hands to stop yourself from falling headfirst onto the floor. 
You held back the exasperated “fuck” you were about to let out when you hear Annie’s voice again. 
“You heard that one, right? Pete? You think it could be Peeves?” 
“No, Luv, it’s just the creaky floorboards in the Gryffindor tower, sometimes they move around because of the cold and the heat,” he said, he had heard Lily talk about something similar, a muggle explanation for ghosts and magical creatures. “Don’t worry about it,” he added and then shut the door. 
You let out a relieved breath and carefully stood up, wincing as you placed your weight on the hand that had stopped most of the fall and realised you had scraped it, badly. You had scraped your hand badly. Wasn’t that the perfect excuse to not be in your room in the morning? You could easily say that it had happened in the bathroom or something and that you left early for the infirmary. 
“Sounds like a plan,” you whispered to yourself as you stared at your bleeding hand. But what about packing? You bit your lip as you thought of a solution to that one, and then resolved to ask Marls to help you out. You walked down into the common room and pulled a piece of parchment from the recycling section Lily had started a few years back. You grabbed a pencil someone had left on the floor and wrote a quick note to Marlene, asking her to drop all the books on your desk onto your backpack and to bring them along with her to the carriages later on. 
You were sure there were enough clothes at home for you to get away with not packing anything at all if you wanted, but taking the books from school, especially the ones from Transfiguration, since you hadn’t been doing so well, and you had still not asked Remus to help you out. It seemed like you were always busy with something or the other and you had let that one slide, not that he didn’t help you if you ever had a technical question on study group sessions.
Once your note was ready you bent it into a small paper plane and charmed it so it would find her, then you walked straight towards the infirmary, making sure to turn the disillusionment charm off as you used your hand to knock on the door a couple of times. 
“Come in,” you heard Pomfrey’s soft voice from the inside. You walked in with a smile and waved your hand at her awkwardly. “How may I help you?” 
“I tripped,” you said as you showed her your hand. The blood you had purposely not cleaned off made the scrape look a lot worse than it really was, but that was exactly what you needed. Except for the fact that Remus’ curtains were drawn, and he went pale the moment he saw your bleeding hand. While he remembered most of what happened the previous night, he also remembered Moony had been pretty rough while he played with you, there was none of the consideration he had whenever he was around you –or anyone for that matter– he had to hold his strength back to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you. 
Moony wasn’t like that at all, he had played with you as if you had just been another member of his pack, the same way he would play with Padfoot or Prongs, though he did tend to be a lot rougher with Prongs (he wasn’t sure if it was because Prongs was much bigger or because the Wolf felt the same attachment to Pads he did to Sirius. Could wolves even like male wolves? You probably knew, with how much you’d read lately, but there was no way in hell he asked you that without raising some kind of suspicion. 
“Oh, sweetheart,” she said in a somewhat upset tone as she walked over to you and checked the injury. It was such a small thing you felt silly coming to the infirmary over that when you had quite literally been clawed at by a werewolf, sliced with diffindo, and had even fallen from your broom in the middle of a game, and that was just in the past month. 
While Remus stared, he was trying to think back to everything that had happened last night, to try and pinpoint the moment he had done that to you, but the memory –there wasn’t one– seemed to be completely gone from his mind. 
“It’s nothing, but it’s kinda bothersome since it’s my writing hand,” you said as the mediwitch inspected your wound, cleaned it and started casting a spell over it, to help it close faster. In a matter of minutes, your hand looked brand new, and you looked at it amazed, it had been insanely fast, especially compared to how much your arm had taken to heal, even if that was a completely different kind of injury. You decided that you had to learn more about medical magic if you were going to continue the lifestyle that you had been taking up lately. 
“There you go,” she said with a smile. Pomfrey wasn’t stupid, she had seen you fall off your broom and reject medical attention, you were strong, and probably had a high pain tolerance, so the fact that you came for a scrape was suspicious enough. Now, thankfully, she assumed it was because you wanted an excuse to see Remus rather than because you needed an alibi for not being in your room in the morning.  “I must go tend some things, you may stay if you like,” she said nodding towards a chair and giving you a small potion vial, “This should help the remaining sting to go away, but it might make you a little light-headed, so take it easy afterwards.” 
You nodded with a tight-lipped smile “Thank you,” you said and took the small bottle in your hand, she nodded and started walking towards the door “Merry Christmas!” you added as she reached the exit. 
She smiled and turned to you, “Merry Christmas to you too, darling.” She then gave you a courteous nod and left the room. 
“Was it me?” Remus whispered once he made sure Pomfrey was out of earshot.
“What?” you asked with a frown as you turned and walked towards him, sitting right on the edge of his bed. 
“Your hand… Was it Moony?” 
You were taken aback by his question. “No!” you said with a frown, “I thought you remembered everything.” 
“I do! But maybe Moony didn’t see that he was hurting Vi–” 
“Remus,” you said as you shoved him lightly, he groaned in protest since his body was still in the very delicate process of healing, you had never visited him so early after a moon, his limbs were sore and his bones seemed to still be accommodating back into their place. “Sorry,” you said with a small wince and pulled your hand back. You then licked your lips and sighed, “I fell off the stairs after I spotted Peter snogging Annie Doxon in the cupboard under the stairs.” 
“What?!” he asked with his eyes wide open, he knew Pete was seeing Annie, he had no idea he was snogging her already though. 
“Yeah,” you said as you tried to eliminate the memory from your head, you were sure Beth would hex him for having his hand so high up her cousins’ tights if she ever found out. “I needed an excuse since Minnie had been looking for me, thought coming to the infirmary would do.” 
Remus nodded, also thinking it was a good enough excuse, but then his mind went back to the news you had given him earlier, “Like… really snogging?” 
“Remus!” you reprimanded with a smile. “But yes, really snogging. Half buttoned shirts and hand under her skirt and all, he might actually be getting some before the trip.” 
“Oh that’s awful,” Remus said as he looked at you. 
“You asked!” you said in self-defence. “Besides, bet Annie will be pretty pleased with herself as well… As long as Wormmy doesn’t fuck it up.”
“How could he even–” 
“They’re about a hundred ways a boy can fuck it up,” you said before he even asked. “Of course, you wouldn’t know,” you added. “Bet girls wouldn’t even tell you, too happy to be with Mr. Handsome to speak.” 
“Oh, really?” he asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Be honest, did Alice ever tell you you were doing something wrong when you were still with her?” Remus seemed to think about it for a second and shook his head. “Point proven.” 
“Or maybe I’m just really good.” 
“Or maybe you’re just really good,” you said with a shrug. “If you and Sirius have anything in common–” 
“Ugh stop!” he said with a grimace. He certainly didn’t need to know what Sirius was good at from your mouth, he’d had enough boasting from back when he had just started hooking up with girls, and he did not need more reasons to feel jealous of you. Or of him, for that matter, Sirius’ stupid satisfied smile when he’d snogged you was telling enough. Remus didn’t want to know what he was missing. 
“What? Don’t act like a prude! I’m not the one with condoms in my bag.” 
“Would you tell Sirius if he was doing something wrong?” he asked as he pulled the hand Pomfrey had just healed towards his face, inspecting it. Partly because he wanted to check on you and partly because he wanted to feel your pulse as he got your answer. 
“Obviously,” you said, you weren’t lying. Your hand looked like it hadn’t ever even been bleeding in the first place and your pulse was steady. “But I’m very outspoken, and that can lead you into trouble, as you’ve seen,” you added with a shrug. “Some people don’t like being told what they’re doing wrong. At least I know Sirius would care about my input.” 
“He better,” he responded defensively, still toying with your hand, you turned to look at him and then at the empty potion vial on the auxiliary table next to the bed, if your hand offered Remus some kind of comfort, then he could have it for as long as he wanted.  “If he doesn’t I can knock some sense into him.” 
You laughed at that, “Worry not, I can knock some sense into him as well.” 
“Knock some sense into who?” You heard Sirius say from the door. Remus didn’t make a move to let your hand go and you didn’t make a move to pull it away from him even as Sirius strolled in. Remus was still staring at your palm when Sirius sat beside you. “What’s wrong with her hand?” 
“She tripped when she accidentally spotted Wormmy snogging Annie Doxon. Really snogging her, I asked.” 
“Used it as an excuse,” you said as you continued with the explanation, “If I was here because I fell then, of course, Minnie didn’t find me in my room earlier.” 
“And I was just about to ask why you were here and not packing.” 
“Gave that one up,” you admitted. “Marlene will help me pack some books for studying over the break and I’ll just wear the clothes I left at home.” 
Sirius rolled his eyes, and huffed, “Of course, books would be your priority.” 
You shoved him off playfully, “Merlin knows I needed to brush up on transfiguration. Another ‘P’ and I’ll have to take a summer course with Minnie or something.” 
“It still baffles me you’re so bad at it. How did you even manage to turn into Vixen?” Remus asked as he finally let go of your hand. 
You shrugged, “It wasn’t as hard as turning a pot into an animal…” Then you turned to the side, towards Sirius’ backpack. “You’ve got parchment there?” He nodded and you plopped down from the bed and towards the floor, pulling his bag open and looking for a piece, taking it out and placing it on the floor. “Rem, you have that letter from my mum I lent you last week?” 
“Front pocket of my bag,” he said, luckily the house elves always brought his bag to him when he was at the infirmary since they knew he liked to read when he got sick. Sirius leaned over Remus and pulled his bag from the floor, to pass it.
“Ouch,” Remus complained as he felt the weight of his friend on top of him, he had to look to the side to try and hide the blush threatening to appear on his neck. 
“Sorry, Moony,” Sirius said carelessly and continued with his task, taking the letter and passing it over to you. You hit Sirius on the leg reproachingly. “Oi!” 
“He’s still sore, don’t be a prick!” you scolded him, and then took the letter in your hands. “But thank you.” 
“Yeah, don’t be a prick!” Moony repeated, just to fuck with Sirius who pressed his hand onto Moony’s leg in retaliation.  They went back to bickering, but their words slowly faded into the background as you opened the letter and started analysing the handwriting.  You didn’t hear when Remus offered you a quill and didn’t notice when the two boys exchanged looks with each other at your blatant ignoring of their calls. At some point, they had both just stared at you and at how concentrated you looked as you inspected the letter and the empty parchment. You took a pencil from Sirius’ bag and started scribbling on the back of your mum’s letter. 
“Is she–?” Sirius asked Remus as he leaned a little closer. 
“Yeah, I think she’s trying to make that fake letter she owes Minnie.” 
Sirius turned to Remus with a frown, “How do you know about that? I didn’t know until hours ago.” 
“She told me when it happened,” the taller boy responded with a shrug. 
Sirius raised his eyebrows and nodded, you and Remus always seemed to be on the same wavelength when it came to those kinds of things. Just like you and him seemed to always be on the same wavelength when it came to pranks. He discovered he didn’t mind it at all, he’d never been jealous of you hanging out with Remus in the same way he had been of you hanging out with Tom, or… of Remus kissing Alice in front of his face. 
That, he realised the more he thought about it, probably had something to do with the fact that he had somehow developed something akin to a crush on his best friend. A crush that he couldn’t and wouldn’t act upon. Perhaps he’d have to tell you about it at some point, but he was terrified that you would leave him if you found out he not only liked boys, but he liked one boy in particular. Because of course, you being you, would probably be supportive of his freshly discovered bisexuality, at least until you found out about his crush. Sirius didn’t like the idea of you being jealous of Moony, let alone when you were literally cuddling them both every other night. 
He had never missed Hogwarts when he was with the Potters, but he might start missing it now, especially when he knew once you came back, he’d have the perfect excuse –that being the entire time you were away from them– to get back into cuddling you, even as Pads. Sometimes he couldn’t help but think what it would be like to cuddle Remus without turning into Padfoot, of being able to use his hands and touch, but he always tried to drive those thoughts away from his mind. He should be thinking of touching you, his girlfriend, not his best friend. 
You were still looking at the two parchments when you wrote a few more runes onto the empty one and took out your wand. “Gemino littera nummularius,” you whispered.  Suddenly words started to appear on the empty parchment, along with the delicate golden edges of your House’s stationary sets. The parchment became paler and less crinkled and now the two sheets of paper looked like they had come from the exact same batch, except they had different wording on them. Suddenly, you stood up, holding the two pieces in your hands. “Can you tell which one’s real and which one’s fake?” you asked. Sirius took the letters in his hands and started reading the contents. “No wait,” you said as you pulled them from his hands, “You can’t read the contents or you’ll know.” 
Sirius gave you a look and took them from your hands again, carefully inspecting the text and the words, the wording you’d used and the way the letters had been accommodated on the paper, he then passed them over to Remus. Their hands brushed over each other for a second too long and you squint your eyes at it. Turning to check on Remus’ expression who looked as calm as ever and then at Sirius, who had gone straight to take your hand in his, fidgeting with your nails like he had done in the morning. 
You were staring at your hands intertwined with Sirius’ when Remus spoke. “I think it’s a fantastic falsification,” he said as he passed them over to you. “Cannot even feel the traces of the magic you used.” 
“I used ancient runes to dispel it, as long as she reads it inside the castle, she’ll interpret it as if the magic came from around her rather than from within it,” you explained. “Took me so long because I couldn’t remember the right runes that had been used for the castle”. 
“I can barely tell the difference,” Sirius agreed. “You’re more than set, Kit.” 
“Thank you,” you said with a smile and a small bow from your head, and bent one of the letters in four and placed it in your pocket while you handed the other back to Remus. 
He took it and placed it on the nightstand, Sirius gave him a curious look, “It’s for the map,” he explained. 
“Mom’s really good at the Homonculous Charm. I asked her to give some details on how to use it, and Remus has been working on his own version to use on the map. That’s how I knew about the runes, we had to do some digging in the library to be able to match his charm with the ancient magic that was used to build the castle.” 
“You know, if you used your time to practise transfiguration instead of researching werewolves and mapmaking, you would have already become top of the class,” Sirius teased. 
You scoffed with a smile at that, “Remind me who convinced me we had to go back to the forbidden section before the next moon to do –and I quote– a little extra research?” 
“No idea,” he said, with a small smile playing on his lips. 
You were about to say something as a reply when you heard someone clear their throat by the door. You turned to find McGonagall. Both you and Sirius were sitting on Remus’ bed and Sirius had his hand on your leg, which was probably what caused her to react in the way she did. It was not helping your case, you didn’t even notice when Sirius’ hands came back to you, it felt so natural you didn’t even consider it would be perhaps too much PDA for the general public.
“Minn–” you started but quickly corrected yourself, “Professor McGonagall!” You then pulled a charmer’s smile, and feigning concern you asked, “Are you alright? Madam Pomfrey left some time ago, she said she had some things to tend to…” 
You knew McGonagall was there because she was looking for you and not because she was looking for Pomfrey, but you still had to play the part. Both Sirius and Remus eyed each other then, both seeming impressed by your charming abilities. You may have had no fairy powers, but you had kept the right amount of charm.
“I’m actually here looking for you,” she said. “I thought perhaps you’d come to check on Mr. Lupin since he was feeling down.” 
“Oh, well, I came to get my hand fixed,” you said as you pulled your hand up. “I tripped in the morning and it had been bothering me, then I spotted Rem and decided to stay around a little longer.” 
“Of course,” she said with a nod, seeming at ease now that she knew where you had been, you wondered what she would think if she knew you had been first playing with a werewolf and then cuddling your boyfriend. The small frown that had just disappeared from her face would probably appear again and you might have gotten detention for the rest of the school year. “Did you get that–” she looked at the two boys slightly uncomfortable, as if she wasn’t sure how to say it, “letter, from your mother?” 
Sirius held back a laugh and Remus kicked him forcefully from underneath the covers. You avoided turning to them, in case you two would end up laughing and instead focused your gaze on Minnie. “Yes,” you said quietly and stood from the bed, taking it out of your pocket as you walked over to her. 
She took the parchment and carefully opened it, appearing a pair of glasses out of thin air and putting them on as she pulled the parchment closer to her face. The three of you tensed as she read, the moment seemed interminable as her eyes went over each and every one of the lines in the letter. Once she was done she smiled, evidently pleased. She bent the note again, placed it on her belt and nodded towards you. “Excellent, the first reunion is today before the train leaves, I’ll see you in my classroom in about 15 minutes?” 
You nodded, “Of course, Professor.”
She nodded one last time and left the place, shutting the door as she walked towards her classroom. You turned to the boys with a triumphant smile “It worked!” you said, moving your hands up and down in a sort of victory dance. 
“But now you actually have to go to the reunion,” Remus said and you groaned in response, letting yourself fall on Sirius dramatically. Your arms over his shoulders and your head leaning close to his neck. He could feel your breath against him and he seemed to be rather pleased with himself when he moved one of his hands to play with your hair. 
“You’ll learn useful stuff,” he said with a cheeky smile. And you huffed in response, a small pout in your face. 
“You think it’ll be too long?” you asked. 
“Probably,” Remus said, “I mean she’ll at least give you enough time to catch the train.” 
You sighed as you stood straight again, Sirius had kept his hands on you until your weight was fully supported by your feet. “Means I won’t see you till next year,” you said then, and leaned closer to Remus, leaning in for a hug and stopping yourself just seconds before your body crashed onto his, “It won’t hurt too much if I hug you will it?” 
Remus couldn’t hide the small smile that came to him, only biting his lips to stop it from making it bigger as he shook his head and opened his arms for you to hug him. “Merry Christmas, Rem!” you said as you felt his arms tighten around you.  
“Merry Christmas, Little Witch,” he whispered. You didn’t pull away from the hug until he loosened his grip around your back, and he only did it because he knew you had to go to the reunion, if it had been his call, he would have hugged you until you lost your train and night fell. 
As you pulled back you sighed and looked at the two boys with a resigned smile, “Off to learn adult witch potions.” 
“I don’t get a Merry Christmas hug?” Sirius teased.
“You’ll hug me all you want on the train ride, Pups,” you replied with a smile.
“But I want a hug now.” 
“Hug Moony then,” you joked. 
“I just might,” Sirius teased back. 
“Go ahead, I’m giving you permission,” you said, “I mean, he might elbow you for trying but I’d love to see that.” 
“That’s so mean!” Sirius complained. Remus was looking at the interaction with his lips parted, a mixture of amused at your back-and-forth flirting and horrified that he might actually have to react in some sort of way if Sirius hugged him. 
You leaned closer and placed a chaste kiss to Sirius’ lips, one that left him a little surprised but satisfied nonetheless, and excused yourself. 
“Hold up!” Remus said when you were near the middle of the room. 
“Yeah?” You asked as you turned to look at the two boys. 
“You’re not going back to your room, are you?” 
You shook your head, the plan was to see Remus and then catch the carriages, and now it was to go to Minnie’s reunion and then catch the carriages, there was no time for you to go to your room whatsoever, if only you had your hands on a time turner. 
“Take this then,” he said as he threw a balled-up sweater your way, “It’ll be cold on the way to the train,” he said motioning to the window, there were small snowflakes slowly falling from the sky, a bit of snow already pilling up on one of the corners of the stool. 
You gave a wary look at Sirius who just shrugged. Remus’ sweaters are fine but Minho’s are a definite no, got it. 
“Thanks!” you said as you pulled the warm wool sweater over your shoulders and waved the boys another quick goodbye. 
The same little thought that had consumed you back on the day of the friendly game with Neil and Nox came back. It must have been due to the smell of the pack, right? Were you seeing things that weren’t there? Or perhaps, you were blind to things that actually were…
“Sly-sprite!” Tom said as he placed his arm over your shoulders and started to walk alongside you, “Ready for shopping?” 
You smiled when you spotted him and nodded, “Yup! Beth?”
He nodded, “We’re walking to Diagon and doing all the shopping there, she already has a list of all the shops she wants to visit, you?”
You hummed in response, “Not quite, but I do have a list of all the things I want to get,” you responded, “Or at least the names of the people I want to get stuff for… What about muggle London?” 
“For that, I’ve got the list,” he said as he pulled out a list of Muggle shops, “Mary helped me pick them out, she said they were some of the coolest shops in the city.” 
You read over the titles, remembering some of the shops you had visited during the summer, at least 2 of the big stores you remembered walking into were on Tom’s list. You walked with Tom the rest of the way to Minnie’s classroom and he looked at you confused as you waved goodbye to walk inside. 
“Why are you going to McGonagall’s Classroom?” 
“Tell you about it when we’re shopping,” you said with a wink and walked inside. 
Your “SexEd” class wasn’t as tedious as you thought it would be. Maggie had always had a sort of charm while teaching her classes and the fact that this one was regarding a rather delicate subject, wasn’t an exception. And to your surprise, Maggie didn’t exclusively teach you preventive methods (the potion you asked about) but she also gave you recipes for special potions for the day after. She did mention that they weren’t the best option, since they were pretty strong in flavour and a bit more complicated to brew, but that they were excellent in case of an emergency. 
She also mentioned that in case any of you ever required that potion, she always kept a few in her office and that you were more than welcome to ask for it. She also mentioned you’d be brewing batches of all the potions she mentioned along with her and gave you the list of ingredients you would need if you wanted to participate in said classes. It was a rather long list, sectioned by the 4 different potions that you would be brewing: 2 contraceptive ones (one for males and one for females), the next day potion and one that –and she refused to elaborate much more on this one– would be extremely complicated to brew and exclusive for the kind of emergencies that hopefully no one in the group would ever have to face. She didn’t mention the fact that said potion was still in debate by the ministry since it wasn’t precisely approved, but it wasn’t illegal either. 
You realised why the reunion had to be that day, so the older students who didn’t want to discuss such matters with their families could get the ingredients necessary during the Christmas break. You were damn lucky the spell you had used on your falsified letter was good enough to trick her, McGonagall might be one of the sharpest witches you’d ever met, having planned the entire set of “off course” classes to help last year’s students while still keeping them relatively secret was an immense planning job. If Minnie had ever been part of the Marauders, they might have never ended up in detention at all. 
She had also gone on and talked about other interesting portions, variations of Polyjuice that could permanently alter your body, and explained how the contraceptive stuff would have to be used in those cases. 
Overall, the class was insanely interesting, and Minnie had done a fantastic job at handling all the questions from the students, leaving every single student satisfied with their choice of going. The moment you stepped out of the classroom, Lucas and Teddy were over you. 
“How the hell did you convince Maggie to let you in?” Lucas asked. 
“I… well… It wasn’t quite my intention to end in this class in the first place.” 
“You’re kidding!” Teddy said. “Not even the elder Gryffindors talked about the secret classes when we asked.” 
“Yeah… I was covering for Pads and Prongs and I had to improvise to entertain McGonagall, let’s just say I ended up asking some rather embarrassing questions, a letter from my mom later, she told me to come.”
“So a letter from my parents was all it took?” Teddy said.
“Highly doubt your parents would have given you such a letter,” Lucas retorted with a short laugh as he nudged Teddy. 
“Well, who said it had to be legitimate?” 
“No way in hell you can cheat Professor McGonagall like that!” Lucas said, “Remember when Johnny Ackley tried to do it? He was on detention for 3 whole months the moment he handed that fake letter about skipping COMC because he was allergic to Niffler hair, and it was a good fake, I saw it.”  
You couldn’t even hide the small smirk that appeared on your lips, the fact that you had actually done it made you feel pretty damn capable. You might not be particularly good at Transfigurations, but you were exceptionally good at charms and combined spells, your letter being perceived as legit by Minnie was proof enough. You walked all the way to the carriages with a very self-satisfied expression on your face, while you idly talked to the boys about the potions and then about the classificatory for the Quidditch Regional Championships. Apparently, the Holyhead Harpies would have their first match against the Chudley Cannons which had both boys pretty excited since the Harpies were Teddy’s favourite team and Lucas had a huge crush on Meridia Weekes, the Cannons’ fastest chaser. 
Eventually, you got to the horseless carriages and took separate ways, you rode towards the train with the girls, Lily and Mary were telling you all about Muggle Christmas, and apparently, it wasn’t that different from what Wizards did. Of course, they didn’t have games of exploding snap, exploding Christmas crackers or floating decorations but they did have the carols, and the presents and they even had their own version of Father Christmas, although according to the girls he had been adopted as the mascot of some greedy soda conglomerate. 
You were walking behind the girls on the train when you felt a hand pulling you towards one of the compartments. You gasped and pulled your wand out, ready to hex whoever had pulled you in such a crass manner when you spotted Sirius with a sly smirk at the end of your wand. 
“Bloody hell, Puppy! I almost hexed you,” you said as you huffed and placed your wand back in your pocket. 
“Worth it,” he said as he leaned over to give you a soft peck on the lips that left you startled. 
You shook your head with an amused smile as the two of you sat next to each other, “This will be your first official train ride with the Marauders,” he told you. “Welcome to our compartment.” 
“Moony’s missing, and I’m pretty sure you cannot claim ownership of a compartment.” 
He raised his eyebrows at you and crouched down on the floor, making a gesture with his hand for you to follow, you complied, once down there he used Lumos to brighten the space under the seat you had been on and pointed inside. There, right in the middle, there were 4 pairs of initials carved onto the wood: R.L, S.B, J.P. and P.P. 
“I’m pretty sure that’s vandalism,” you said as you stared at the neatly carved letters, “and that still doesn’t make the carriage yours.” 
“It does though, we’ve hexed it, unless we invite you in, you’ll end up with an awful headache.” 
“Sirius!” you admonished, but he didn’t even flinch at your tone and handed over a small hairpin. 
“What’s this for?” 
“You’re an honourable member, you should be free to enter as you please.” You raised an eyebrow at that. “Go ahead, carve your name before the trolly witch comes over.” 
You shook your head and gently let yourself lay on the floor and crawled halfway under the seat to start carving your name, you’d taken Sirius’ wand from his grasp while he sat in the corner of the opposite seat, looking out through the windows to make sure the Trolly Witch wouldn’t show up out of nowhere. 
You were struggling with the blunt end of the pin as you rubbed it back and forth over the wooden plate, right above Sirius and Remus’ initials. You weren’t sure why you had chosen that precise spot but the wood seemed supple enough to actually let you dig through it. After you’d gotten to the “x” your arm was already tired and you decided to skip the “e” altogether and replace it with a capital “N”. 
Sirius, who was supposed to be on the lookout, was most definitely not looking at the small bit of lower back skin that had appeared as your shirt –and Remus’ sweater– raised slightly due to the way you had to crawl under the seat or the way you were moving your hips to try and reach the wall better. 
It’s not that his throat was dry and he was not imagining things because that would be the kinds of things a horny teenager would do and he was well above that, he was not some random pervert. He was merely glancing at you to make sure you were alright and you hadn’t gotten stuck or hurt as you continued with your task. Or at least that is what he kept telling himself as he stared.
You were just carving the last line of the N when you heard someone clear their throat by the door. You froze in your place since you had identified the voice instantly. 
“Is there something wrong, darling?” Seraphina asked. 
You wiggled your way out of there and made sure to wipe off the sawdust from the end of the pin as you stood up, your hair slightly amiss as you brushed over it with both of your hands, “Yes, I was just looking for this,” you said as you showed her the pin with a smile. “Do you need anything?” 
She gave you a wary look and then nodded, accepting your excuse, your smile grew just a little bit more after that. “I was looking for you to hand this over,” she said as she pulled a book from her robes and pushed it into your hands. It was a dark navy book, so dark it looked almost black, and it had silver indents on the corners. It had no name on the cover. 
You looked at it and then back at her, “Homework?” 
She nodded, “I believe it will be useful to you during the break, read attentively and practice every day.” 
You gulped and nodded, “Yes, Professor.” 
“Well then, I’ll leave you to your thing,” she said as she gave a rather stern look at Sirius who squirmed in his seat uncomfortably. Did she see me staring? He wondered, the fire in Seraphina’s eyes answered the question for him and this time he was the one who gulped. She raised her eyebrows at him slightly and Sirius averted her gaze uncomfortably. 
You looked at the interactions with furrowed brows but decided to ask Sirius about it later. “Merry Christmas,” you said as she left the carriage. Once she was gone you turned back to look at your boyfriend. “So much for a lookout.” 
He huffed in response and kneeled down to check on what you’d done as you handed the hairpin and his wand back to him. There, written neatly over his and Remus’ initials read “VixN”. He smiled at the spelling and went over the last line of the “N” again, to make sure it was deep enough to not fade with time. 
“How did you not see her coming?” you asked as he pulled himself out and sat beside you, wiping the pin from the pain residue and placing it back in his pocket. 
“Let’s just say I was distracted,” he said as he averted your gaze. 
You narrowed your eyes at him after that, “Distracted? Sirius!” You reproached. “Whatever the hell could have distracted you so much?” 
He swallowed, “Your jeans look really good.” 
You drew in a sharp breath, “Sirius Black! You were looking at my ass!” Sirius shrugged, a bit of an apologetic look in his eyes as did, and was about ready to apologise when a small smirk appeared on your face. 
“What?” 
“Nothing,” you said with a shrug, as you turned your gaze away, the smirk firmly planted on your face still. 
“Starshine?” he pressed. It was proving really hard not to laugh at him. 
You turned back to face him and smiled, leaning over to press a hand on his thigh and whisper in his ear. “I also think your jeans look really good on you.” 
His eyes opened wide as he turned to you, but his expression slowly shifted into a smirk, mirroring your. “What if I tell you I had to go straight into the bathroom after you left our room in the morning? And it was not because I wanted to evacuate.” 
It was your turn to swallow, and you inched your hand up just a little bit in response to his taunting, enough to fill the slight tent in his pants your little talk had caused, Sirius’ breath hitched as he felt your hand on him and he was about to crash his lips into yours when the door of the compartment was hastily opened and James walked in. Sirius turned to him with visible annoyance and you just sighed as you let your head fall on Sirius’ shoulder, your breath fanning against his neck, since his body was still turned to yours. When you realised the tent was still rather evident, you took your bag and placed it over his lap. 
“I need your help!” James said as he sat across the two of you, his hair was a mess –more so than normal– and he looked incredibly agitated. 
Sirius looked at him with an annoyed look that James ignored completely. Rummaging his hands through his hair as he bobbed one of his legs up and down. 
You sighed audibly and turned your head to look at James, still leaning against Sirius, though your hand was in his, rather than on his leg now. 
“James I–” Sirius started but was hastily interrupted.
“I was with Lily.” 
“Congratulations! Why don’t you go back with her?” 
“Sirius!” You reproached softly and he took a deep breath, allowing James to continue with whatever predicament he was most definitely gonna lay down for the two of you now. 
“We were in the bathroom, snogging and–” 
“Merlin, I should not be hearing this,” you said as you stood up but Sirius pulled you down in an instant. 
“You’re not going anywhere, you promised hugs, and I won’t see you in days.” 
“But James is–” 
“Don’t care. James doesn’t care either,” he said as he eyed his friend in a rather stern way, “Right?” 
James, ever so mortified, shook his head. “I actually think your input could be as helpful as Sirius’,” he said as he tilted his head just a bit. 
You sighed and then turned back to look at him, “Fine then, continue.” 
“Okay, so I was snogging Lily and things started to heat up–” You sighed again, you honestly thought the most awkward conversation you’d have that day would be with Minnie, but you had been so very wrong. “And then you know she reached down and grabbed my–” 
“James!” you spat. 
“Hear me out,” he pleaded. 
“I do not need to hear James Potter’s Harrad Experiment.” 
“The what?”  He asked, confused. You sighed and turned to Sirius who looked just as confused. Where was Remus when you needed him?
“Never mind,” you responded as you shook your head and sighed again. 
James looked at you with an apprehensive sight and then turned to Sirius as he continued on. “She grabbed my thing.” 
“So?” Sirius asked, he was pretty impassive, this was so not the first time James interrupted him while he was with you and at this point, he was already plotting to do it when he was with Lily to return the favour. 
“Well, little James started to wake up and–” 
“Merlin, what have I done to deserve this?” you muttered under your breath as you closed your eyes for a second as you started to contemplate the life choices that had led you to this moment. 
“I ran out before she noticed.” 
That snapped you out of your misery, “You did what?!?” 
Sirius looked at him with an amused expression, apparently, he wouldn’t even have to sabotage James, he was doing a damn good job himself. 
“I ran away when–” 
“No, no!” you stopped him from talking with a raised hand, “You’re telling me you left Lily in the bathroom alone when she tried to initiate something?” 
“I shouldn’t have? I could go get her…” 
“She’s still in the bathroom?!” 
James shrugged in response. “Mate, I love you, but you’re an idiot,” Sirius said as he moved his hand over your thighs. “If Lily was initiating things, and if she was the one to place her hand there then–” 
“She probably wanted to feel your reaction, James,” you completed. 
“Does that mean she–” 
“She was expecting to feel your boner, you saphead,” Sirius responded matter of factly.  
“And you left the poor girl all hot and bothered in the bathroom,” you added with a sigh as you reclined back in your seat and placed your hand over your temple, genuinely trying to think of a solution to James’ little self-crafted issue. “Had you never made out with anyone before?” 
“Well I–” 
“James?” You asked, more surprised than bothered at this point. 
“What about that girl in 4th grade? The cute Ravenclaw,” Sirius offered. 
“We kissed a couple of times but we never actually, you know,” he said the last bit with a slight tilt of his head.
You let out a short breath in disbelief as you leaned your elbows over your legs. 
“What?” Sirius asked. 
“Wormmy’s had more action than Prongs,” you said as you nodded, assimilating the newfound information. Sirius held back a laugh and turned to look at his friend, but you beat him to speak. “No wonder you’re always so eager, buzzing about the entire castle. You’ve been starving yourself!” 
“I’m pretty well fed, thank you,” James said with a frown. 
Sirius eyes him with incredulity, “She doesn’t mean that kind of food.” 
“You need to talk to her,” you said simply. “Explain your situation, I’m sure she’ll understand, it’s Lily Evans the one we’re talking about after all.” 
“But then what should I do?” He asked. 
“Well you’d have to–” Sirius started. 
“Nope!” You stopped, “I do not want to hear this conversation!” you said as you motioned to stand up but Sirius held you in place yet again. 
“Puppy!” you whined, a small frown filling your face. 
“We’ll charm you out of the conversation,” he offered. “Stay?” he added with a small pout that could only be compared to Puppy eyes and you nodded with a small roll of your eyes, pulling out the book Nightshade had given you and accommodating yourself to rest your head on Sirius’ leg as he charmed you. 
You read for a while, sometimes getting distracted by James’ very expressive face reacting to whatever the hell Sirius was explaining to him, at some point, without even realising you fell asleep. When you woke up again, the daylight was gone. Sirius was playing with your hair absentmindedly as he stared out through the window. You stared at him for some seconds, just admiring the way his hair cascaded over the sides of his head. His eyes looked grey today, reflecting the grey skies left after the sun started to fade. You stirred and he turned to you. 
“You’re awake,” he said with a smile as he turned to you. “We’re pretty close to arriving now, can’t be more than a few minutes.” 
“I slept for most of the trip?” you asked with a gasp. He nodded calmly and you looked around, “James left?” 
“He went to talk things out with Lily,” he said. 
“Oh, after the masterclass you gave him?” you teased and he nudged you. 
Then he shrugged with a smile, “What can I say, I’ve got some rather interesting talents.” 
You shoved him lightly as you smiled, sitting up to place the book you had been reading on your backpack just to realise Sirius had already done it for you. You smiled and accommodated next to him again, “You’ll send me an owl when James tells you how it went?” 
“Thought you didn’t want to hear about his Harrad Experiment,” he teased. 
“Not the dirty details!” you replied with a scoff. “Just if he fixed things with Lils.”
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hii! I was wondering if you could write a fic with reader and any marauder (they all fit) and maybe helping or becoming protective over the reader after a concert or party after a creep follows the reader? 😭
I went through a similar experience with a guy following me around after I went to the restroom after a concert, and it ruined my night if i'm being honest, I was scared 😞 I'm not the most shy of people and usually I can handle myself but it was pretty dark and idk the adrenaline from feeling happy to scared shifted pretty quickly. Luckily I found my friends and let them know and we quickly went back to our car (along with a few dirty looks from my friends god bless lol). I swore I could go to the restroom by myself- will not be doing that again :(
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thank uu
i’m so sorry that happened to you! “(they all fit)”= poly marauders!
There’s something about post concert depression, especially when you’re with the band.
Your glitter eyeshadow is smudged, eyeliner untouched. You’d been shaken around in the pit of your boyfriends fans, and yet the paint hasn’t budged. God bless water-proof makeup. The world seems prettier like this, touched by alcohol and the feeling of soaring pride for your boyfriends. The glittery lights and signs of time square never fail to dazzle you, even now as you lean against Sirius morosely.
“M’hungry.” You frown, toes tipping up towards Sirius, though you fear the mumble may have been more for yourself.
His attention is diverted towards the boys as they discuss what to do now. Plans of how to get home and where to eat. His finger taps your cheek slowly, his focus paying you no mind. Words like Uber, hotel, room service echo throughout their very repetitive conversation.
“Sirius.”
He looks down, a little shocked and sorry at his own attention. “Yes, lovely?”
“M’hungry.”
“Hungry?” He asks, cringing. You’re about thirty minutes from the hotel, and even then, room service will take another thirty.
“So hungry.”
He sighs, unsure of what to do.
“There’s a hotdog stand over there.” You grab his tattooed bicep to balance yourself as you point to your right.
He thinks, peering down at you. “This won’t ruin your dinner?” It’s midnight, but still.
“No,” you sing, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “I really want a hotdog.
He flushes, looking away from your wandering eyes. Normally he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. They would never let you out of their sight in a place like this. But the cart is in eye view of the boys, and he has faith in you not to stray, even in your inebriated manor. It’s not that they don’t trust you, they just prefer to keep you safe themselves. Is that okay?
“Okay,” He murmurs, pulling out his wallet, handing you his card. “At least get the good toppings.”
“I always get the good toppings.” You pull away.
The walk is short and the cart is colorful. Red and white stripes, curvy calligraphy. It shines in your inebriated vision. Beautiful. The queues not long, just an older man waiting in front of you, but it feels like forever as the generous man (with the toppings as well) takes your order and wraps it in warm aluminum foil.
You take the hotdog eagerly. “Thank you.”
It’s heavy in your hands, warm too. You yell Sirius’ name excitedly, waving the hotdog above your head for him to see. He laughs, thumbs up until you bump into a man, smile fading, concern etching his brows.
“Oh,” you murmur, looking up. “I’m sorry.”
“No problem,” he smiles. It’s uncomfortable, not the smile of a friendly civilian.
You laugh. It’s polite, anyone can see that, but he leans closer. He smells like liquor, a disgusting discovery that has you subconsciously leaning away.
“You new around here?”
An actual laugh stumbles out of your lips. “London? No.”
He takes this as an entrance. “You should show me around.”
“No, thank you.” You try to walk past him. Towards Sirius who’s already walking over. “Goodnight.”
“Wait,” he grabs your arm, pulling you back. His fingers dig into your elbow painfully.
“What the fuck,” you gasp, pulling your arm away roughly. “don’t touch me.”
“C’mon,” The man slurs, fingers reaching for you again. “Don’t be-“
“Hello?” Sirius walks up, all stock. He grabs your forearm pulling you to him firmly, getting in between you and the man. He’s not much taller, but more intimidating in demeanor. “Do we have a problem?”
“No,” the man scoffs.
“Cause it looks like you put your hands on her.”
He scoffs again, clearly inebriated. “We were just talking.”
“Well, conversations over now.”
“She can make her own decisions.”
“Fuck off, bro.” Sirius waves his hand dismissively. Quickly, he walks you towards the boys who are peeking their eyes up from the Uber app.
“She was asking for it.”
Sirius reels back, dropping your forearm to shove the scary stranger in the chest. He pushes hard, the man losing his balance as he falls to the ground in a sickening thud. You gasp loudly, the unexpected conflict startling you. Vaguely you hear Sirius say something to him, but you’re too focused on the way the man looks up at you.
James and Remus are there in seconds, quick on Sirius’s heels. They pull at him, up and off the man. There were no real punches thrown, no real injuring blows, it wasn’t even enough to form a crowd. But still, you’re shaken. You shiver like a leaf under your James’ leather jacket, suddenly not feeling the warmth of the alcohol you’d consumed before the concert.
Slowly, you stumble back and way from your boys, to the bench next to the shitty bar you’d passed on your way home. That had been scary, but you’re safe; that had been scary, but Sirius dealt with it. You bring your hand up to your chest, setting the hotdog you had been eager to buy down next to you.
“Hi,” Remus pushes aside the hotdog to sit next to you. “Are you okay?”
You look up to the boy, blindingly beautiful in the streetlights and advertisements. “Yes.”
He pushes some stray hair from your face. “He didn’t hurt you?”
“I think it was more startling.” James sits on the other side of you, kissing your temple firmly. “I’m sorry he did that.”
“It’s okay, I’m okay.”
“She’s okay.” Sirius gruffs from where he walks over.
He sounds cooler than he thinks he looks. He’s not bruised, bloodied, or bandaged, if he were he thinks he’d look cool enough to breeze over. But then again you look mad, so maybe he doesn’t want that.
“Don’t be upset,” Sirius crouches to your level. You’re in the arms of a solid Remus. “he was a creep.”
“Are you hurt?”
“Are you trying to tell me something?” He laughs roguishly. “I thought I looked good tousled.”
He does, and you know he’ll look good on the tabloids tomorrow too. Sirius black gives black eye? You sigh at the thought.
“You do.” James feeds Sirius.
“At least someone in this relationship cares for my ego.”
“You look good.”
“Oh, now you tell me.”
You laugh, letting Sirius stare at you like you hung the moon.
“Kiss em?” He pushes his knuckles in front of your lips. His fingers throb lightly, you can feel it on your lips.
“That was stupid.”
“C’mon,” Sirius’ eyes roll as he pulls you up. “You’ve got a hotdog to eat.”
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sirius black who tries not to smoke around you. sirius black who introduces you to underground rock bands. sirius black who loves concert dates. sirius black who secretly loves the arctic monkeys more than you do. sirius black who learns your favorite songs on the guitar so he can serenade you. sirius black who pretends to be mad when you get cold (bc you conveniently forgot your coat), but who secretly loves to see you in his oversized leather jacket. sirius black who cries because you care more about him than his family ever did. sirius black who borderline begs you to sneak up to the astronomy tower with him at 3am because he can't sleep and you're the only one who would understand. sirius black who takes so much sugar in his coffee it could kill a diabetic. sirius black who does your eyeliner for you.
remus lupin. james potter.
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appocalipse · 11 months
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RIGHT WHERE I WANT TO BE : ̗̀➛ SIRIUS BLACK
summary: it's only when lily accidentally spills amortentia on you and all you can smell is cigarettes and dog fur that you realize you're in love with sirius — probably the only person in the world you shouldn't be in love with.
"Oh, crap!" Lily seems on the verge of panic as she stares at the fresh stain on your clothes. "I'm so sorry!"
Somewhat shocked, you reach your hand to the front of your uniform and try to rub it away. It's no use. "It's okay," you assure her gently, relieved that the liquid didn't spill on the clean set of clothes you were folding instead, "it was an accident."
You put the clothes safely away in the trunk near your bed. They still have the fresh and clean scent of lavender. Your uniform, however…
Lily points her wand at your chest, and the stain quickly disappears. She had rushed through the entrance of the dormitory fast as lightning, crashing right into you and spilling…
Well, what exactly?
"Lily," you bring a hand to your own face, sniffing, then sniffing again. "What is this? It smells like a wet dog and-"
Your eyes meet and you immediately dislike the look on her face. Too much restrained excitement slowly bubbling up...
"-cigarettes…" you trail off, some sort of realization dawning on you way too late.
It can't be.
Lily bites her lower lip as if trying to hold back a smile. "Is that what it smells like to you?"
You also catch the scent of quill ink and freshly brewed coffee, so it can only be…
You put your hand away from your nose as if it's on fire.
"Tell me this is not what I think this is."
"If you're not thinking of Amortentia, then yes."
"Why would you brew Amortentia?!"
"For Professor Slughorn," she sees the confusion etched on your face and looks positively horrified. "Not for Professor Slughorn to drink! Ew! I said I'd like to try brewing one because it's, you know, a bit complicated and I've never tried before. He said he'd give Gryffindor some points if I succeeded. I didn't know you would… you know, smell Sirius."
"I never said I smelled him!"
"Okay! Okay," Lily raises both hands in surrender. Then, quieter, she adds, "You can pretend all you want."
You sigh. "Did you only have this vial?"
"Well, there should be some potion left in the cauldron, I think."
Great. An opportunity to escape this beyond strange situation. "I'll go get it for you."
"But I-"
You're out the Gryffindor common room before Lily has a chance to question your offer. The need to get away from that impending conversation is stronger than anything else right now.
Your heart is racing as you walk through the corridors of the castle, heading towards the dungeons, where Potions class usually take place. Each step is an effort to calm your turbulent mind and find some peace.
Upon reaching the Potions classroom, you welcome the silent space as you enter. The characteristic smell of magical ingredients and herbs fills your nostrils, bringing a familiar and almost comforting sensation… until you catch that smell. Amortentia.
You look around, searching for Lily's cauldron, which she mentioned leaving behind.
It's not hard to find; the smell is quite distinct, enchanting, all the things you love most in the world somehow united in a single aroma.
The cauldron is sitting on one of the workbenches. You approach cautiously, making sure not to knock anything over. Then you rummage through the shelves for an empty vial and pour some of the potion into it, feeling like you're doing something wrong even though Lily had Slughorn's permission.
The door opens, and you almost drop a row of glass bottles as you turn to look.
"What are you doing here?" he asks.
It's Sirius. Of course, it's him.
He closes the door behind him, and your heart skips a beat as it usually does whenever he's around. He's wearing the Gryffindor uniform, the first two buttons undone, revealing a patch of delicate skin just below his neck.
You don't need to wonder how he got there or why. Chances are, he extracted every piece of information he needed from Lily with little to no effort.
"What are you doing?" he asks calmly. You, on the other hand, don't feel calm at all.
"Nothing, just..."
"Just?" He takes a step closer, and you instinctively move away from the workbench, trying not to show the nervousness you truly feel.
"I just came to get something," you say.
Sirius gives a suspicious glance at the cauldron. "Is it a love potion?" He's a skilled wizard. Skilled enough to know the answer to that question, yet he waits for you to respond.
"Lily made it," you say defensively, holding up the vial containing the potion to illustrate your point unnecessarily.
"And what scent do you smell?" he questions, with a genuine curiosity in his tone that catches you off guard. "What does the potion smell like to you?"
"Lily told you," it's far from a question.
But Sirius has a knack for playing games.
"She told me what?"
"You know what."
This time, you step back as he advances, unable to help yourself, swallowing hard and Sirius notices. He takes another step forward, and you take another step back.
"Sirius," you warn.
In return, Sirius says your name, his tone lighter, more playful, soft as a feather. Then, another step.
You nearly bump your hip against one of the workbenches as you take another desperate step back. Sirius, being Sirius, raises an eyebrow, making no effort to hide his amusement.
It's unfair. It's simply unfair that he's so good-looking, starting at you without feeling the need to averting his gaze. "You don't have to do this," you find yourself saying.
Sirius seems genuinely puzzled.
"Do what?"
You steal a glance in your peripheral vision. The room won't go on forever; you need to say something to get out of this situation before he gets too close. You don't trust yourself near Sirius.
"Turn me down. Be all nice-" you stutter. He keeps advancing toward you. Back almost against the wall, you dodge another workbench and turn to the left, trying to prevent him from cornering you.
Sirius chuckles. "Is that what you think?"
"I'm a big girl. I can take rejection."
He glances in the direction of the cauldron. "Do you want to know what scent I smell?"
"No."
"Leather-"
"Sirius-"
"Gasoline," he raises his chin, nose in the air as if enjoying one scent after another. "Apple pie."
For a moment, you close your eyes. "Stop it."
"And lavender."
Your heart is pounding in your chest. He's not being serious, a little voice in your mind insists. It can't be serious. He's just teasing you... or maybe just being a good friend. Too good a friend.
It would be easier if he wasn't. If he were less kind to you, less handsome, less charming.
It's not easy.
You're breathless, trying to keep your distance from Sirius as he sets a slow advance, a constant tease. It's an internal battle between the desire to give in to the attraction you feel for him and the need to protect yourself — but the latter wins, for now.
"Sirius," you plead, your voice quiet, "stop"
He pauses for a moment, his gray eyes fixed on yours. "You think I'm joking, don't you? You think I'm just being nice?"
"I... I don't know, Sirius. It's so...confusing."
He takes yet another step towards you, his lips curling into a challenging smile. Always challenging. "Confusing or scary?"
The tension between you two is palpable, and you wonder if he can hear the rapid beating of your heart, threatening to break out of your rib cage any given moment. You know you're fighting your own feelings, afraid of surrendering to something that may - and probably will - end in heartbreak.
"It's not fair," you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady. "It's not fair that you're so... so-"
"So what?" he teases, closer. "So handsome? So charming? So... irresistible?"
You can tell he's somehow having fun. You don't understand how he can maintain a playful tone in a moment like this.
You catch a whiff of his cologne, feel the warmth of his body, and your heart races once again. If there's a way to prevent Sirius from getting what he wants, you don't know what it is. "So confusing," you finish, almost in a whisper. "You confuse the hell out of me."
Sirius pauses for a moment, his eyes locked with yours, and you momentarily catch a flicker of something deeper in this playful gaze. He slowly raises a hand and gently, gentler than ever, caresses your face, his fingers tracing a delicate path along your skin.
"I don't see how I could be confusing you," he murmurs, his voice soft and husky. "I thought I was being pretty clear..." It's teasing, of course it is; when it comes to Sirius, few things aren't.
But there's something else behind it, too.
The air grows heavier.
"You're not clear about anything, Sirius," you reply, your voice faltering slightly. "I never know what you're thinking. I never know what you really mean."
"Maybe you're just not paying attention."
You furrow your brow, confused by Sirius' response. He's playing with you, as he always does, but this time it feels more intense, more meaningful. You struggle against the temptation to give in completely, to say something you might not be able to take back.
"I do pay attention, Sirius," you respond, your voice showing determination you're not entirely sure you feel. "It's you who likes to make everything more difficult than it needs to be."
He moves closer once again, so close now that you can feel his breath against your skin, the tip of his nose an inch away from touching yours.
"Do you want me to be clearer?" he whispers, voice laced with a hint of his usual mischief. "Make it easier?"
You swallow, feeling your heart race. You know you can't admit your feelings for him, you can't let your defenses down. Not when he makes a point to hide comfortably behind a facade, away from anything that makes him feel vulnerable.
You need honesty.
"Yes," you whisper, your voice almost faltering. "Yes, I do."
Sirius pauses for a moment, eyes searching yours, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat. Then, slowly, he moves closer and closer still, until his lips almost touch yours.
There is a feeling that you can't quite put into words.
"I want you," he murmurs, an admission that hangs in the air like a charged electric current. "I want to be with you. I want you to be happy– I'll even accept your awful taste in music," he adds with a playful smirk, teasingly referencing your occasional guilty pleasure for a particular genre of music that he often mocks.
A laugh escapes your lips, a combination of relief and affection. His sincerity is pretty close to melting away any remaining doubts that linger in your heart. "I have great taste in music," you state playfully.
Sirius brushes the side of his nose against yours affectionately. "Sometimes," he gives in, voice filled with genuine warmth.
You lean into his touch, savoring the tenderness and intimacy of the moment. It's as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of shared emotions.
"Sometimes?" you raise an eyebrow, pretending to be offended.
He chuckles, a low and melodic sound that resonates deep within your chest, a sound you don't get to hear as often as you'd like. "You're lucky you're pretty," he teases, his voice filled with affectionate playfulness.
"Oh?"
"I have a soft spot for pretty girls."
You roll your eyes but can't help the smile that forms on your lips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Black."
Sirius leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Who said I was trying to get anywhere?" he whispers, fingers trailing along the curve of your waist, drawing you closer. "I'm already where I want to be."
Your heart swells with warmth, and you can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.
"Smooth talker."
It doesn't sound like an accusation when you're about to kiss him.
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milesmoralesluvs · 4 months
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remus: that thing, above your chin and below your nose?
sirius: yeah?
remus: fucking shut it
sirius: ...
sirius: wow
y/n: let him live, he's on his period
james: ??
y/n: full moon's nearing
james: ohhhh
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evanpeterswhoresblog · 2 months
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Cherry Bomb
Sirius Black x f!reader
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warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral (female receiving), soft!dom sirius, underage smoking, brief underage drinking, rough sex, pretty good sex imo, this all leads to a bigger plot i promise !!
summary: you’ve got a plan, and that plan starts with a simple shag with a simple man. sirius black.
word count: 1.6k
a/n: i used two beautiful prompts from this beautiful account @eloquentmoon and they are as followed.
11. “Louder, let me hear you”
28. “I want to have my way with you”
i listened to fat bottomed girls by queen during this and god did it help. anyway, enjoy :)
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If boys could be considered easy, Sirius Black would be the easiest boy in all of Hogwarts. To shag Sirius Black, a girl only needs to meet a short list of requirements. One, she must be fit. Two, she must not be a virgin. And three by far the most important, she must be desperate for Sirius Black.
That’s why he was the first on the list. He was the easiest.
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You stare in the mirror for a few seconds. Everything seems alright. Your dress is tight, your makeup is done, and most of all your plan is set. You turn to your friend and gesture to yourself.
“You’re stunning, as always. I don’t get why you’ve been insisting on doing this. What’s the goal?” Your friend says.
“Some fun I suppose.” You look at the clock on the dorm's wall. “I better be going, parties not going to last forever. Neither is Mr. Black’s smoke break.”
“Have a good time then.”
You grab your purse and start for the door. “Will do. See you tomorrow.”
After a few minutes of walking, you find Mr. Black exactly where you predicted him to be. He’s sitting on one of the benches, a cigarette between his lips. You casually step out into the moonlight, your hand rummaging through your purse. An unlit cigarette is held between two of your fingers, you make a sound of disapproval as you continue pretending to search your bag.
“All right there miss?”
You look up from your bag and shake your head. “Forgot my wand in my dorm.” You pretend to just notice the cigarette between his lips. “Mind helping a lady out with a smoke?”
“Why of course,” he answers. He gestures for you to come closer, and you gladly comply. “But I’m going to need your name first.”
“Why’s that? All I’m asking for is a quick light,” you reply.
He smirks. “If you know mine, I feel it’s only polite to know yours.”
“I don’t know yours, so we’re even. Anyway, how about that light now?”
Without another word, he pulls out his wand. You stick the cigarette between your lips and lean down. He’s surprised, you can tell from the way his eyes shift. Nevertheless, he lights the end of your cigarette. You lean back and take a long breath of smoke. It feels all too familiar in your lungs. You take a step back and pull the cigarette from your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“Y/n y/l/n.”
“Pardon?”
You look down at him. “My name, it’s y/n y/l/n. I’m from Ravenclaw, probably why you haven’t heard of me.”
“I’m Sirius Black from Gryffindor,” he replies.
“Ah Gryffindor, that’s where I’m heading actually. Heard there’s a big party up there, why aren’t you there?” You ask, sticking the cigarette between your lips again.
He shrugs. “Needed a small break. ‘Suppose it’s a good thing, right? Or else you wouldn’t have that precious fag between your lips. Perhaps it’s fate.”
“I don’t believe in that nonsense.” You pretend to check your watch. “Seems like the time is flying by. I’ve got to run before all the firewhiskey is gone.”
You drop your cigarette to the ground and smoosh it with your boot. When your eyes meet his again, you’re happy to see the slight shift. He’s curious, you can tell. Good. Curious is good. You give him a small smile.
“Nice to meet you Sirius Black from Gryffindor, ‘suppose I’ll see you up there, till then,” you say, giving him a small wink before turning on your heels and starting for the doors.
“Nice to meet you too Y/n y/l/n from Ravenclaw!” You hear him call from behind, but you don’t acknowledge it.
Phase one is done.
It’s almost an hour later when the second phase begins. You’re dancing to the beat of Queen’s newest hit, your hips swaying in a way you hope is entrancing. One or two shots of firewhiskey have been down your throat already, and you’re tempted to reach for a third, but that’s when you see him.
He’s across the room, his dark eyes practically glued to you. Despite how much you’ve planned this moment, you can’t help the butterflies that take over your stomach. Sirius Black, one of the most popular boys in the school, wants you. You lick your lips and watch as he lifts his hand, gesturing to you to go to him like he had earlier in the night.
You inhale one last breath before beginning the walk to him.
It’s the last time you’ll walk straight for a day or two.
And so, phase three begins.
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You gasp as your face meets one of the pillows on his bed. You try to get back up on all fours, but it feels nearly impossible. With one of Sirius’s hands presses down on the small of your back, while the other grips one of your hips you’re lucky your legs haven’t given out yet. He fucks you relentlessly, and you’ve never loved anything more.
“Fuck Sirius,” you moan, you can’t catch your breath. Your orgasm is close. “Sirius.”
“Louder, let me hear you.” His voice is like music to your ears. “Let them all hear you love.”
“ ’M gonna cum Sirius,” you say, a bit louder than your previous words. “Fuck I’m so close please don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to.”
You cum a few seconds later, your whole body shaking as you do. Sirius doesn’t falter for even a moment, making your orgasm ten times more pleasurable. When you’re done, he pulls out and flips you over onto your back. Your eyes meet and you almost audibly moan.
How could someone be so bloody handsome?
He lowers himself so he’s on top of you, his body held up by his two hands placed on either side of your head. You wrap your arms around him, and as he thrusts inside you once again, you let your nails drag down his back. He kisses your neck sloppily, causing you to whimper.
“Have you never been shagged properly?”
You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you. “I suppose not.”
“Something mustn’t be right because your pussy is by far one of the best I’ve ever had.” He presses himself so deep inside you, that you wince in pain. He’s reached your cervix. “So soft, so warm, so tight. In fact, I think I need a taste.”
He pulls out of you again and quickly kisses down your body, pausing only to suck hard on one of your nipples. After that, his tongue is on your stomach, your navel, your...
“Sirius, what are you-”
“I want to have my way with you.”
Your back arches as he begins to lick your clit. Your thighs clench around his head, and your hands move to his hair. You squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle. He eats you out as if he’s been starved his entire life. His lips and tongue are so soft, so warm. Your second orgasm comes far quicker than the first.
“Perfect taste.”
He begins to crawl up your body, his mouth shining with your cum. You don’t hold yourself back from kissing him, in fact, you’re the one who initiates it. You love the taste of yourself on his lips, it’s one of the most attractive things you’ve ever encountered.
After a minute or two you push him down onto the bed and crawl on top of him. From the way he’s grinning up at you, to the way his gorgeous hair is sprawled out on the mattress, you can’t help the words that slip from your mouth.
“None of the gossips ever mentioned how empowering it is to have the great Sirius Black underneath you.”
He raised a brow. “I thought you didn’t know who I am.”
“I uh...” You give him a small smile and begin to move your hips back and forth, his cock sliding between your incredibly wet folds. “I knew you didn’t know my name, so I pretended not to know yours. To make it even.”
It wasn’t a complete lie, but it also wasn’t the complete truth either.
Sirius’s eyes flutter shut, his hands moving to grip your hips. “I know your name now y/n y/l/n.”
“And you will remember it,” you reply. “Not like all those other girls whose names you forget the next morning.”
“Course not love.”
“It’s not a question.” You lift your hips and slowly begin to sink down on his cock. His fingers dig into your skin, you place your hands on his chest. “It’s a statement. I’m going to spell it out for you.”
You start to rock back and forth and up and down, just the way you know drives guys mad. Sirius is no different. Except, unlike the others, he doesn’t bother to hold back from moaning his approval. You lean down after a few minutes, so your lips are almost touching his ear, and with each movement of your hips, you say a letter of your name.
So, by the time you reach your third orgasm and Sirius reaches his first, your name is properly engraved in his head.
When everything is done and you’re both spent, he holds you in his arms. Your head rests on his chest, and you listen to his gentle heartbeat. The two of you share a cigarette in silence. It’s not uncomfortable in the slightest. Sirius Black has that effect on people.
As you stare at the wall you wonder how you’re supposed to move forward with the plan. You never expected such aftercare from the school player or such kindness during the shag. He’s a very giving lover, contrary to the popular belief that he’s simply another boy who enjoys using girls for his pleasure. You take one last long drag of the cigarette before handing it back to him and closing your eyes.
“I think I quite like you, y/n y/l/n,” he suddenly says, his voice barely above a whisper.
This plan might be harder than you thought.
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daenysx · 2 months
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Gentle Sirius x virgin reader who’s never told anyone she hasn’t done it before and tells Sirius right when they’re about to do the deed and Sirius is really nice about it and helps her ease into it? (Also maybe a moment when she’s uncomfortable with the pain when he enters? I usually see fics like this written a bit unrealistically with no initial pain or discomfort and I’m like “how?!😭”)
thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy ♡ requests are open!!
sirius black x fem!reader, nsfw
insatiable, little trouble
sirius loves the way you pull his hair.
your fingers are so gentle but also cruel, the feeling on his scalp makes his blood rush and he kisses you harder. you suck his bottom lip, his tongue brushes yours, and you pull yourself to lie back on bed.
sirius laughs at your poor attempts to catch your breath. "sorry, lovely. was it too much?"
you shake your head, smiling. "you're not really sorry."
"no, i'm not." he whispers on your cheek. "i love seeing you on my bed."
you clench your legs slightly, hearing sirius's voice so close to your ear does something to you. you press a kiss on his skin, his hair still between your fingers. he kisses your cheek and your jawline, he moves his lips on you until you get ticklish from the insistent kisses on your neck.
sirius is breathless this time. "yeah, maybe we should take a break, i'm not strong enough to continue." he laughs and stays still on you. he tries to make you smile, and you do, but it's a different smile than your usual ones.
"what?" he asks quietly. he brushes one last kiss on your cheekbone before he quirks an eyebrow at you. "tell me what you think, lovely."
your fingers are drawing circles on his neck, and you try to combine the words in your mind before you say them. it's so obvious in your actions, so clear that you want him. he'll make you say it though, you know that. sirius will always expect you to say what you want even though he understands, because he wants that comfort of words between you two.
"i was thinking- maybe we should continue, siri." you say.
"of course we can, baby." he says back. "what would you like to do?"
his voice is so gentle and sweet, you know he's not teasing. this is a first in your relationship and you feel ready enough to live this with him. he makes you feel brave, like you can get anything you want. he rubs your arm to make you focus on your thoughts, he's patient enough for both of you.
"do you want to have sex with me?" you ask, and it sounds ridiculous because he's literally hard against your leg right now.
"this is- no, i'm not kidding, the best question i've ever heard, and my answer is yes." he says, he is smiling. "but i want what you want. if you want, then yes. if you don't, then no."
"no, i just- i want you. i want to be closer, i want us to have this, but-"
"huh? what's the but, sweetheart?"
"i've never had sex before." you say, you know he will never ever tease you. "i guess i don't really know what to expect."
sirius kisses your upper lip. "it's okay not to know, we can discover what you like together."
"but i want to know what you like." you say, your eyes almost close with the contentment of sharing this with him.
"of course you can, we can just- learn it together, yeah? we've got lots of time, we don't have to rush."
"can we start now? it feels good, siri." you say, wrapping your legs around his waist.
"okay." he gets serious. "let's get rid of our clothes, and then i can get my pretty girl ready for me."
you are quick to take your shirt off, he helps you with your pants. he kisses your thighs and knees, throws his own shirt on the floor. he gets up for one moment to take his pants off, and then he's on your body, your naked skins touching each other.
sirius kisses your collarbones, your neck, and the soft curve of your breasts. you lift yourself to help him take your bra off. he seems happy to see you bare and you don't feel shy with him. he takes your nipple in his mouth and sucks it with closed eyes.
your fingers find their way back to his hair. he moves to your other nipple, kissing it first and then taking it in his hot mouth. you arch your back, he uses his other hand to squeeze your boob gently. he stands straight, fingers on your panties.
"can i take this off, lovely girl?" he asks, and you nod, lifting your hips to help him.
he kisses your belly and your panties join the other discarded clothes. his hands part your thighs, he brushes his lips on your cunt and you shiver. you squirm under his hands, and he looks at you. "oh, baby. i just gotta get you nice and wet for me, yeah?" he asks, and you nod. "can you tell me what you like?"
"maybe- maybe with your fingers- i can never reach too far myself but i like it when i'm touched a bit lower than that."
sirius nods, brings his fingers to your face to cup your cheek first. "you wanna get my fingers wet, darling? yeah? open your mouth for me."
you take two of his fingers in your mouth and suck slightly. he doesn't waste any time, but he tries anything to get you more in the mood. he presses a little on your tongue until he sees your throat clenching and then pulls his fingers back.
there's a wetness that started pooling down your cunt since his first kiss. he uses his fingers well, opens you up, and touches you softly. it's his middle finger first, just to make you get ready for the rest. he puts it inside slowly, you try to close your legs but he keeps them open with his other hand. he moves his finger a little, it's obvious on your face that you like what he's doing.
"another finger? i think we're doing a good job so far." he says, his voice slowly turns into his usual teasing.
he adds another finger and moves both of his fingers according to a pace that makes you stretch. the wetness is incredible, sirius touches the places you can never reach by yourself. you arch your back, the overwhelming hope of an orgasm makes you dizzy.
"you're doing so well for me, i knew you'd be my good girl." he says, following every reaction he can get from you.
you blush, smile with your eyes closed. your hips move involuntarily when he starts rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb. you aren't surprised how quickly he found it, it's begging for attention under his fingers.
"you like it so much, don't you, baby? soaking my fingers when i call you my good girl, pulling me inside like that." he says, the pressure on your clit increases. "you're gonna ruin me."
you moan his name loudly when he presses his fingers there, the soft spot you've only managed to find once, that makes your legs shake. "here? okay, baby." he keeps rubbing there with long fingers. "can you tell me when you're close?"
you nod, closing your eyes when it gets impossible to resist. you move your hips against his hand, he's playing with you and he's perfect at doing it. "siri, can i come? so close- if you keep doing that."
sirius listens, bites his lip as he focuses. "you can come, baby. whenever you want."
you nod again, holding onto his free hand, and waiting for the bubble to snap. you can actually feel your muscles relax, your brain closes off, every thought that keeps you awake disappears. you can see his tattooed fingers moving between your legs and that does it.
you think it maybe lasts for a few minutes to come down from your high. you know it's because how much you trust sirius and how comfortable he makes you feel that he managed to make you come. it's not only physical, it's more. you can feel he's rubbing your thigh, he's kissing your knees. he pulls his hand when he thinks you're ready.
when you open your eyes and look at him, he's already watching you. "that was- wow." you manage to say.
sirius is undeniably proud and happy. "i was thinking the same thing, my angel. would you like to do that on my cock?"
you nod, hungry for more. his dirty words can get you anywhere, you like it so much when they come out of his mouth and directed at you. he gets rid of his boxers, his cock twitches against his belly.
"can i touch you?" you ask, finally get back at the world and sitting on bed.
"sure, my love. do you want me to show you how?"
"yes, please."
"fuck, i'm afraid i'm gonna have to eat you up with how sweet you're being. give me your hand."
you smile, give him your hand, and let him bring it to his cock. he curves your fingers to wrap them around himself, he is thicker than you expected, and lovely, you think. he pushes his hips against your hand just like you were doing before and you can feel him throbbing under your fingers.
"you know, siri, i'd hate to be weird." you begin, try to tease him like he does you. "but i just wanna kiss it silly right now."
sirius throws his head back and laughs loudly. "no worries, that was my first thought when i saw your sweet cunt."
your smile never fades with him, you bring your thumb to the tip of his cock and he holds your hand. "okay, pretty, i think that's enough now."
"why?" you ask, a little sad.
"i wanna be inside your cunt when i come, and i won't last if you keep touching me like that."
"mm-hmm, okay." you say. "should i just lay back?"
"you can stay anyway you like. you can be on top if you'll feel more comfy."
"i'm not sure if my legs are strong enough."
sirius kisses the back of your hand, giving you a beautiful smile. "i can be on top of you. hold onto me and remember to talk to me all the time, yeah?"
you lay back, the pillow is soft under your head. "i'll remember."
"good girl." he says, holding your thighs and angling your body. "that's what you are, my love, you are being so good for me."
he moves on his knees and you shiver slightly when the tip of his cock touches your cunt. you are still wet from early, and stretched. "i just need you to relax." he says. "the more you're relaxed the easier we'll do it."
"i'm relaxed." you say. "promise, i'm ready."
he nods, moving a little more to get closer. he uses his fingers to lead himself inside, he pushes in slowly. you move unconsciously, you are wet but it's more than his fingers and it's unusual for you.
he pushes a little more and you make a sound. sirius is cautious, he pulls back immediately. "did i hurt you? are you okay?"
you try for a smile. "no, it's just- a little uncomfortable right now."
"do you want to continue? we can stop."
"no, i don't want to stop, please." you say. "i can take it, siri, i want you."
sirius rubs your thigh. "i think it's normal, feeling uncomfortable at first. we'll go really slow, baby."
"okay." you say. "can you kiss me?"
he leans in a little more, kissing your lips. you hold onto his shoulders and he deepens the kiss, his hand rubbing your thigh to help you relax. he tries to be inside you again, really slow and careful.
you draw little circles on his shoulders with the tip of your fingers, trying to distract yourself from sudden pain. it's not too much, but you think the feeling is still weird. sirius kisses your chin, his hips moving towards yours to let you have all of him.
"are you okay, lovely thing?" he murmurs. "you're doing perfect for me, taking all of it."
he moves himself with a different angle and your legs shake. "sirius." you whimper. "right there."
he hits the same spot again. "yeah? it should be better now, sweetheart."
you try to lift yourself against him, just to feel his cock pressing there again. "it's better." you say. "it's-oh, it's perfect, siri."
he starts moving according to a certain pace now, hitting your sweet spot. you are stretched around him, still wet and getting wetter, the weird feeling is still there but you can definitely ignore it thanks to the pleasure you get.
"gonna take care of you so well." sirius says, kissing your neck. "make you feel so good."
you are a mess under him, and you love it. "yes, yes, please." you whimper his name. "oh, sirius!"
"fuck." he says, moving a little bit faster. "gonna come for me, pretty girl? gonna make a mess for me? i can feel it- you're almost there."
you nod, taking all of him inside you. it's a good feeling, being this close to him. sirius fills your senses so well, you never want to leave him. this is gonna be a new addiction and you can't help but thinking all the new things you can try with him, the thought of giving him the same kind of pleasure he gives you now makes you arch your back.
"i'm- so close, siri." you say, breathless.
"me too, baby." he says, sucking a spot on your collarbone. "now, be a good girl and come around me."
you are shaking under him as he starts rubbing your clit. the orgasm takes you, it's intense and everything you ever wanted with sirius. he holds you, you close your eyes. he kisses your shoulder, your neck. he keeps moving slowly to help you ride out your orgasm and you pull his hair slightly as you come down from your high.
you hold onto his hair a little harder to get his face closer to yours, and you kiss the skin under his ear. "come inside me." you say. "please, i want it."
sirius obeys, and it only takes one last movement for him to lose himself. he puts his head on your chest as he comes, sucking your nipple unconciously. he whispers your name, and he's sure he almost drifts off. it's a strong urge but you keep him with you, you stroke his hair and wrap your arms around him.
after he calms down, sirius lifts himself on bed to look at you properly. you smile at him, he thinks you look gorgeous. "did you like it?" he asks, giving you a smile back.
"did i like it?" you quirk an eyebrow. "i thought it was obvious, siri."
"say it again for me, love." he can beg you.
"i loved it so much." you say, reaching his face to cup his cheek. "i want to do it again."
sirius laughs. "are you gonna be an insatiable, little trouble for me? is that it?"
"you just created a monster."
he kisses your hand. "oh, yeah. my little monster, i want you close to me all the fucking time."
he gets clingier after sex, you realize. he keeps touching you more than usual and checks on your body. "are you hurting anywhere?" he asks.
you shake your head. "no, it was unusual at first but- i really liked it. didn't hurt too much, i'll be fine."
he nods, leans in to give you a kiss.
"can we have shower?" you ask.
"nope, i'm gonna fill the tub for my baby." he replies. "we should make sure you're comfortable and not hurting, i don't wanna rush cleaning you up."
you kiss him thank you. he kisses you on your forehead after that, he knows you'll probably be sore later. still, he's gonna make sure you're fine, he loves taking care of you. you kiss him until he has to leave to fill the tub, and he carries you to the bathroom. the rest of the evening is spent with sirius spoiling you, never letting you leave the blankets on the couch and filling your stomach with hot chocolate.
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kquil · 11 months
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SIRIUS BLACK | 18:36 ⏤HER SMILE
SUM. : you've been pestering sirius to finish his part of your partner project for transfiguration and he's reached the boiling point with you
G. : sirius wants to be spiteful ; you annoy him ; it all backfires ; you're actually really cute
LENGTH : 0.8k
NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED
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“Where is she?” Sirius snaps with an exhausted but irate rasp in his voice, prompting James to look over their map in search of your name. 
“Looks like she’s just left the library and is heading off to her common room,” James answers as Sirius groans; he’s gonna have to be quick if he wants to catch you so that he doesn’t need to climb all of those godforsaken stairs.
With a flourish, Sirius leaves behind his robes and races in your direction from the Gryffindor common room, an impressive roll of parchment clutched in his hand. Ever since he was assigned to be partners with you for the transfiguration project and the two of you established a fair split of the workload, you have been pestering him day in and day out on whether or not he had completed his share of the work. It was almost impressive how tenacious you were in your pursuit of him and his progress on the project if only he wasn’t the victim of your harassment.
“It’s not harassment Sirius, I’m simply asking if you’ve done your share of the project yet? And, if not, how much progress have you made since I last checked,” was your annoying, impassive response to his accusation, making him feel as if he was the crazy one. No! You’re the crazy one because no one should be this goddamn annoying!
Because of you, multiple pranks he had tried to set up with the boys ended in failure. You practically exposed them every time by popping out of nowhere to pester him. As a result, they all landed detentions that weren’t even worth it because they couldn’t successfully pull off their mischief. 
Because of you, he couldn’t eat his breakfast, lunch or dinner in peace either. Despite being seated at the Ravenclaw table, you managed to always be in his line of sight, pointedly staring at him to the point that Sirius was able to hear your voice nagging his ear off and lose his appetite. 
Because of you, he even failed to court a really cute Hufflepuff in the library where you also happened to be and wouldn’t let him pass until he gave you an update on his progress. Before he knew it, the cute Hufflepuff girl had disappeared and you still hadn’t left his side. 
He was fuming. 
Enough was enough!
That night, Sirius, in his anger and spite of you, worked tirelessly on completing his share of the work. He managed to get a majority of it done and persevered with the work during all of his free time throughout the day until finally. Finally! He was finished. And just before curfew as well. You’d be out of his hair and he could finally be free of your torment. 
“(Y/N)!” Sirius’s booming voice drew your attention to the back of the corridor, where you locked eyes with him for a moment before he then proceeded to stomp his way over to you, James, Remus and Peter trailing not too far behind him. 
“Hello Sirius,” you say formally in your usual inscrutable tone of voice, “how is your progress wi-”
“It’s done!” he announces, presenting his grand roll of parchment and handing it over to you, his grin widening when he sees your brows fly to your hairline. This is the first time he’s seen you express an emotion that wasn’t just a blank stare or slight annoyance from his previous lack of efforts. 
“Oh…” is all you manage to say as you unroll the parchment and examine his diligent writings. 
“Yes, you see? I’ve done all of it so you can stop pestering me with your empty stares and monotonous demands!” he huffs, smirking at his clear victory, “You better not complain and cry-”
“Oh no,” you chirp, uncharacteristically elated as you turn your gaze up from the parchment to meet his shocked, grey eyes, “thank you for working so hard, Sirius,” suddenly his name sounds really good when you say it, “I definitely won’t be complaining after this, everything you needed to include is there and it’s really well organised,” there’s a heat that slowly creeps up from Sirius’ neck to his cheeks and, finally, his ears. His friends snicker beside him when they recognise the obvious flush on his face. Sirius isn’t used to such positive praise, not even from his friends and especially not from you, the proclaimed stone princess for your lack of emotions. It was then that you smile, so soft, so sweet and so incredibly beautiful, the heat on Sirius’s cheeks worsen in response, “it’s perfect and just what I need to finish everything up on my end so don’t worry-”
“Yeah!” Sirius cuts in, embarrassed for feeling so tight chested but faint just from having you smile and praise him, “So you better stop pestering me, y’hear?!” he doesn’t take the chance of looking back at you and stomps away with evidently red cheeks and confusing thoughts befalling his mind.  
There’s no way you were ever that cute before…no way!
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A/N: he tried to be spiteful but you came in with the uno reverse card XD
NAVI.
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writtenbymoonflower · 3 months
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Bumps
You bruise easy and Sirius likes to be dramatic. fem!reader
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cw: mentions of bruises and mild health issues (vitamin deficiencies)
You breathed in the cool of Sirius’ bedroom, grateful for the change from the humidity-filled bathroom you had just showered in. The air was mostly crisp from the open window, slightly tinged with the sandalwood candle burning and the smoke from Sirius’ cigarette. 
Feels like home. You thought as you looked at your boyfriend sat on the bed, who still hadn’t noticed you. He was focused on some sketched design he had brought home from work, reading glasses still perched on his nose. He was still wearing the day, but he couldn’t look any lovelier to you. His inky black hair was pulled away from his face, allowing the full view of his side profile. He had grown slightly pale as his job was getting busier in the past few weeks, his shaped eyebrows were slightly furrowed with a notch in between (that you desperately wanted to kiss until it smoothed), and his jaw ticked when he was frustrated with his design. For your boyfriend's sake, you didn’t want him to be stressed or annoyed. But you did admit to yourself, irritation looked good on him. You were caught staring him down when he whipped his head around and slightly startled to find you standing there.
“God Babydoll, you’ve got to stop sneaking up on me. You’re gonna make me go gray with all the scares you give me being so quiet.” His words for scolding but his tone adoring as he took you in. His eyes quickly and unashamedly looked up and down your form before opening his arm to beckon you to his side. Him sitting and you standing meant you were slightly taller than him as you hugged. The top of his head went under your chin and his arm wrapped behind your legs so his hand could grip the side of your thigh, exposed from the shorts you were wearing. He could feel the soft material of your sweater against his face and the cool of your drying legs under his palm. Once his fingertips lightly pressed into the fat on your outer thigh you remembered that you had run into a chair earlier that day and by now probably had a large bruise forming on the area. You winced at the unexpectedly sore feeling. 
“Tender.” You instinctively hissed, trying to free your leg from his grasp. You looked behind your shoulder, twisting your leg to bring the upset skin into view. Sure enough, there was a fresh, deep purple bruise, still slightly reddish. 
“Ouch Baby, where’d you get this?” He looked up at you, pouting in sympathy. His cloudy gray eyes looked into yours, gentle and steeped in sympathy 
“Bumped something at work, nothing bad.” You stroked his hair placatingly. You leaned down to press a small kiss on his forehead. 
“You’ve gotta be careful! Poor thing, that looks like it hurts. Did you bump it or hit it with a hammer?” He looked up at you, features playful but laced in concern. His eyebrows were still set and furrowed, but his cloudy eyes sparkled, still framed by the glasses. 
“It’s not that bad Siri, ‘is just a little sore. It’ll be gone in a day or two.” 
“Oh, sure.” He challenged. His mouth curved into a grin, displaying his slight vampire teeth. He leaned down to kiss the area, audibly giving his love to the bruise. When he pulled back you heard another dramatic gasp. “Dolly! You have all of these ones too!” He traced the tender skin with a gentle finger. 
“Those are old!” You contradicted. Your hands were still threaded through the pieces of hair that were hanging loose down his neck and shoulders. “I don’t even remember what those are from?” He looked back at you incredulously.
“Oh please! Because that makes it better!” He was attempting to scold you but he couldn’t stop smiling. “Maybe you should get checked out.” His tone grew more serious and you rolled your eyes in response. 
“You’re so dramatic.” You admonished. “It’s really nothing! I’m just klutzy.” You reached down to wrap his hand in yours tightly. Mostly to keep him from prodding at your legs any longer. 
“But you could have like a deficiency or something. You’ve been bruising like a peach, Love. Every time I see you I could swear you have more.” He pulled your hand into his lap and pulled the baggy sleeve of your sweater up to the middle of your upper arm.
“Sirius-” You tried to interject but he still dramatically pointed out the fading bruises on your arm. 
“See! Exactly! Do you even remember what these are from? You look like someone played tennis with you, Babydoll.” He started to grip your arm tightly before he corrected himself, not wanting to upset your injuries (They didn’t even hurt anymore, he was just overly sweet when it came to you). 
“No, but that means that it didn’t hurt when I got them. I bump into things at work a lot.”
“Well then I’ll just have to keep you here and safe with me all day.” He grinned big and wide at you. He caught you off guard and pulled you on top of him, onto the bed. He wormed both of you under the fresh sheets to keep you fully trapped against him. His fingers were pressed into your sides, not too hard but enough to make you squirm and giggle. “See, you’re stuck with me.” He smiled smugly.
“Oh, I’m sure my boss will love that. You’ll get to answer for me when work blows up my phone.” You looked up at him. He had slipped his glasses off after the wrestle. His pretty gray eyes were heavy, and looking at you intensely. 
“Your boss scares me too much. Maybe we’ll get you a bubble suit, just keep you cushioned all around. You’ll be a trendsetter, Dolly.”
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futurecorps3 · 10 months
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Sirius black with a busty reader
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Masterlist<3
MINORS STAY AWAY I'LL BLOCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THIS IS +18!!! See also… All marauders versions in my marauders masterlist<3
I want you all to picture me giggling and kicking my feet while writing this 'cause this is my main hoe 🤭💗
-BUYS. YOU. NECKLACES.
-I'll die on this hill dear god
-Pretty silver chains, golden necklaces with expensive charms, you name it! HE SPOILS YOU SM BECAUSE THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE ASF TOO?????
-Yk that good house of Black money n shit hehe
-Loves seeing how it sometimes gets in the middle of your tits and pulls it out himself, definitely touching you more than necessary
-"Wait, I'm almost there doll" "Do you need to bury your face in my boobs to get that crow charm out?” you deadpan with a smile, looking down at the pretty boy, feeling his nose dig in like he’s on a treasure hunt
-“Helps my visibility” yeah visibility my ass he loves your pretty tits
-He’s the “Wear what you want, I can fight” type of guy <3 (all of them are!!!)
-Will and has gotten into fights if someone’s staring and making you uncomfortable. No one disrespects his girl like that:)
-L E A T H E R T O P S
-You both wear leather tops that show your belly and chests, matching ones ofc!!!
-Remus loves sweaters, James loves crop tops
-Sirius lives for seeing you in lacy bras AND his leather jacket:(
-Boy gets heart eyes, jaw to the floor, drooling, screaming (ofc the boys mock him for it<3)
-“You’ll catch flies with that mouth, Pads” Remus smirks, watching Sirius watch you having a conversation with some Ravenclaw girl as you pour more fire whiskey on your glass “Shut it Moons” he replies, dreamy voice too entranced to even comprehend the chaos the party around him was causing
-Speaking of parties, he loves doing vodka shots from your boobs.
-Ogles them sm and compliments them all the fucking time!!!!!
-He’s shameless about it as well
-"Your tits look amazing" with a lovesick expression on his face like he genuinely loves them so so so much
-He knows his friends stare and he doesn’t mind as long as you don’t either. Boosts his ego quite a lot tbh!!
-If you feel uncomfortable, he’ll definitely do something about it! The boys would never make you uneasy, of course. They look away to be respectful, but those small glances have Sirius all cocky
-Having said THAT…
-Marks u up <3
-I’m talking love bites, scratches, hickeys
-Makes sure to make them on a regular basis so they don’t fade out with time
-Yes the boys have walked in on him marking you many times
-“Fucking hell Padfoot just lock the bloody door” James groans while covering his eyes since he knew damn well his best friend wasn’t stopping. “Hey Prongs” you giggle “Hi darling” he says, still not looking at you guys
-“Could you tell your pig boyfriend to lock the door next time?” “ITS AN ART YOU WOULDNT GET IT!!!” he yells, but the sound comes out muffled and barely understandable. “We’ll try” you muse, giggling slightly as the other boy left the room
-Won’t do any of these if he knows it bothers you!! Respectful legend <3
-So, summing it up
-He absolutely adores your boobs, is very much shameless about it and will not tolerate bullshit from anyone <3
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thebestofoneshots · 9 months
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SERIES MASTERLIST
Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)
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Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Mostly canon-compliant. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.
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Read Gilded Constellations on AO3
Read the French Translation by @nagareboshi-chiyo
Paring: Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x reader / Wolfstar x reader
Chapter average: 5k - 6.5 k
Content: Smut in later chapters, Poly!Marauders, throuple, graphic descriptions of violence, MAJOR and minor character death (this is The Marauders Era guys, you know), jealousy, angst, pining, love triangle, LGBTQ+ themes, The Wizarding war 1.0, implied child abuse, possible proofreading errors, mental health struggles, hurt no comfort, hurt with comfort, period typical attitude, first war with Voldemort, canonical character's death, fluff, Requited Love, F/M/M, mostly canon-compliant.
Status: Ongoing (Weekly updates)
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PLAYLIST
01 | Summer Breeze
02 | Escape
03 | Bitter Sweet Symphony
04 | Rainy Days and Mondays
05 | Good times
06 | Crazy Little Thing Called Love
07 | Peaceful Easy Feeling
08 I Fooled Around and Fell in Love
09 | The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke
10 | Black Dog
11 | Do Ya
12 | You really got me
13 | Rebel, Rebel
14 | Maybe I’m Amazed
15 | No One Like You
Interlude (Q&A Event)
16 | Boogie Wonderland
17 | Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young
18 | Friends will be Friends
19 | Silver Bird
20 | Bad Moon Rising
21 | Fox on the Run
22 | Long Long Way From Home
23 | Hungry Eyes
24 | Peace of Mind
25 | I’ll get Even With You
26 | Hooked on a Feeling
27 | Can’t Take My Eyes Off You
28 | If You Want BIood, (You’ve Got It)
29 | With a Little Help From My Friends
30 | Bridge Over Troubled Water
31 | Strange Magic
32 | Come a Little Bit Closer
33 | More Than a Feeling
34 | You Belong to Me
35 | Chill of Desire
36 | Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy
37 | Gimme, Gimme, Gimme
38 | Let the Good Times Roll
39 | Running With the Pack
40 | Hot Stuff
41 | TBD (03.04.24)
42 | TBD (10.04.24)
43 | TBD (17.04.24)
44 | TBD (24.04.24)
45 | TBD (01.05.24)
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BONUS TRACKS:
Your Theories, The Note, The Costumes, Sirius and the Chimney, Sirius and Vix after the bad moon, Evans and Vixen, Remus and Vixen at the infirmary, Remus holding Sirius at DADA, Remus and Sirius’ height difference, the FOXSTAR picture, Art by @nineloseteeth, We're going French,
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A/N: Most Poly!Marauders fics are oneshots, where the relationship between characters is already established, and they're all happy and pleased with it. No issues, no drama, but I WANTED the drama. Couldn't find it, so I set myself up to write the story behind the stablished relationship. I wanted to know how they started dating each other, the jealousy, the will they won't they, because getting into a poly relationship can't be an easy task, and I wanted to explore that story. If you're interested: Welcome to Gilded Constellations!
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lixzey · 5 months
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the name of the game
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Sirius Orion Black has, for the first time in history, lost.
Sirius was known to be a bit of a daredevil, always betting with his friends for things he knew he could do no matter what. However, he had just suffered his first ever loss in a bet. He agreed to a bet against James, that he could get five detentions within a week. He was sure it would be easy, and that he would win. But when the end of the week came, he had only gotten four detentions. James had won the bet, and Sirius couldn't believe it.
Now, because of the terms of the bet, he had to do whatever James wanted him to do.
One would think that since they were best friends, it would be easy and all that, but it wasn't.
Yes, Sirius Black and James Potter were the best of mates, but that doesn't mean they'd go easy on one another. Others would think it's pathetic, but Sirius and James enjoy making their lives a little bit harder. But above all, they have been through all the good and bad together—well, mostly the bad.
Sirius knew James like the back of his hand. It was James' first time winning a bet; naturally, he'd take his time picking a dare for Sirius. The possibilities were endless, and knowing his friend, it was bound to be either humiliating or disgusting—like how Sirius always dared James.
“I know what to do with you.” James smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Let's get this done and over with.”
“For the love of Merlin, don't make Sirius show his arse in the Great Hall, James.” Peter groaned from beside Sirius, leaning over the wall behind him.
"Oh, I won't, Pete.” James grinned, turning to face Sirius. “I dare you to go on a date with someone.”
Sirius cocked an eyebrow at him, a smug smile gracing his lips. James wanted him to date someone. It was too easy! Here he was thinking that James would dare him to punch Snape or any other Slytherin, for that matter. Sirius has no problem getting a girl. It was too bloody easy. All he had to do was smile, and a girl would be on her knees, begging for him.
As if reading Sirius' mind, James smirked. “Oh, I'm not done yet, Pads.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Go on then, Prongsie.”
“I dare you to go on a date with someone,” James repeated. “And you have to ask her to be your girlfriend.”
Sirius nearly choked on his own saliva. James wanted him to go on a date with someone and ask her to be his girlfriend. What kind of sick joke was that? Sirius has never asked anyone to be his girlfriend in all of his eighteen years of existence. He'd hook up with girls and forget about it the next morning. Sirius Black never commits, even if it's only for a dare.
“I'm not doing that, James.” Sirius crossed his arms over his chest.
“You have to!” James said indignantly. “I did everything you wanted each time I lost a bet!”
Sirius thought back to the last thing he had James do when he lost against him. Sirius had told James to ask Lily Evans out in the most exaggerated way possible. He made James sing and dance in front of everyone in the Great Hall. It was hilarious seeing James proclaim his love for Lily Evans wearing dress robes only to get hit in the head by a dictionary-sized book.
Remus sighed and shook his head. “It's a terrible idea, James.”
“Oh, please, Moony. I deserve this! Padfoot always wins, and this may be the first and last time I get to win and dare him to do shit.”
Remus raised a brow at James. “You want to drag an innocent girl into this just because Sirius always wins?”
“Don't be such a buzzkill, Moony.” James rolled his eyes, playfully shoving Remus to the side. “So what do you say, Padfoot? You game?”
“I'm in,” Sirius said without thinking. “It's not that hard; I mean, how bad could it be?”
James' grin widened. “Glad to hear it, my good friend.” James then started to elaborate on his dare.
1. Sirius has to court a girl of James' choosing.
2. Date her for a year, and when she's completely head over heels for him,
3. He has to break her heart and tell her it was all an act, all part of a dare.
“I bet you can't do this, Pads,” James teased, wrapping his arm around Sirius.
Sirius scoffed. “I can and I will do this. You're on, Potter.”
James and Sirius shook hands, marking the start of the dare. Remus sighed in annoyance, while Peter had no choice but to support Sirius. Unlike the past bets the Marauders made, this was a secret; no one else could know about it.
“So, which girl is Sirius going to date?” Peter asked. James' eyes scanned around the courtyard, choosing between the girls scattered around.
“Her.” James declared after a while, pointing to a girl clad in gryffindor robes who sat alone by the large fountain. She had long (y/h/c) hair that fell over her shoulders in soft waves and bright (y/e/c) eyes that were glued to the book in her hands.
Sirius stared at the girl, confused. “Who is she? I don't know her.”
James snorted. “She's in our year, you dolt.”
“You were far too busy flirting with every other girl here at Hogwarts to even notice her.” Peter shrugged.
“Honestly, Sirius. You've spent nearly seven years at this bloody castle.” James tutted mockingly.
Sirius continued to stare at the girl. How come he has never seen her before? She was in the same house as him, and yet he never noticed her.
Of course you don't know her, a voice in the back of Sirius' head whispered. You hardly notice anyone who's not worthy of your attention.
“Who is she, then?”
“That's Y/N L/N.” Remus said matter-of-factly. “I've sat with her once in Arithmancy.”
“She's perfect!” James exclaimed. “You two can get to know each other.” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
Sirius rolled his eyes before breaking into a mischievous grin. “Game on.”
“You'll start tomorrow, Pads.” James said, patting him on the back. “You have until graduation.”
Sirius smirked confidently. “This is going to be fun.” This was going to be a piece of cake. He won't need a whole year to make Y/N L/N fall in love with him.
“Give me a week, and Y/N L/N will be mine. Mark my words.’’
Remus rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat. This was a bad idea, and he knew it would backfire in the worst way possible. But Sirius was too stubborn to listen. This was only the start of another one of Sirius' stupidity, and knowing Sirius, there would be more to follow.
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ch-4-eri · 7 months
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Good morning to you, too. — Sirius black.
Waking Sirius up with a handjob, okay okay. (It’s all consensual I promise)
Them late hours go crazy. Dedicated to lils <3 @wzrd-wheezes ;)
You were brought out of your slumber, a dream that made you soak through your shirt, and your pants.
You had no idea what you dreamed of, as soon as your eyes were open, you forgot it completely.
Heart hammering in your chest and your legs slightly weak.
You looked at your boyfriend, Sirius sleeping peacefully with his arm under his pillow, the other placed over his bare stomach.
Watching the way he breathed, his stomach going up and down in a relaxed manner, the tattoos on his stomach and his sides complimenting his pale skin.
You took a shaky breath as you sat up slowly, pushing the covers off of you, moving your hair behind your ears.
His head was facing the other way as you sat in front of him, moving the covers off of him, as well.
Reminded of asking his consent if you can touch him when he's asleep, and he gave you the green light.
Your hands went to his pants, sliding them down his legs as you watched how he’s still breathing calmly, and you can’t wait to have him panting.
You wanted to hear his voice, the way you make him crumble usually as you rubbed your thighs together at the thought, your hands slid his boxers down just enough to grab his dick in your hand.
You gently started pumping him up, Sirius stirred in his sleep, feeling the way his cock twitched in your hold.
The boy squirmed for a brief moment as you went faster, your mouth hung open while watching how his eyes fluttered open, a soft moan escaping his lips.
Sirius’s eyes were on you, his eyes narrowed, still tired and half closed from his slumber, your hand moving up his cock in a rhythm that had him let out another sigh, a deeper one.
“Baby… oh god.” Sirius mumbled, his face still confused but then a soft smile appeared on his pale cheeks, tipping his head back.
Your hand continues with the same pace, feeling him twitch underneath your firm grip. Sirius continued whimpering, his mouth open and his voice still coated with sleep.
You bit your lip as you rubbed your thighs together at his sight, his breaths so heavy as you stared at the way his stomach caved in and out with each breath he took.
“You know— I’d still make you breakfast even if you didn’t— didn’t have to make me cum.” He let out a breathy laugh, his tongue flicking across his bottom lip.
Sirius gripped the sheets as you went faster, his whimpering and grunting choked, his eyes closed shut as you were getting brutal, your hand squeezing around his cock as he was a moaning mess beneath you.
Sputtering, squirming, whimpering and shaking as you kept going. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum, oh god.. oh god baby.” Sirius cried, his head so tipped back you were facing his neck, feeling how desperate he was for you to make him cum.
You let out a shaky breath as you watched him, then it wasn’t long before he cried out as you made him finish, his cum coating your hand and the top of his tummy.
Sirius panted for a few seconds, his body vibrating from the sensation and his breathing shaking.
“Well… good morning to you, too.” Sirius smiled, his teeth so perfect, his lips red and his voice heavy with sleep, making you chuckle at how adorably hot he looked.
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bettysupremacy · 5 months
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to shake things up a little, what about remus, sirius, or james with a s/o who's [ somehow ] more outgoing and boisterous than them? and she's always flaunting their relationship, her adorable boyfriend, and says the most genuine compliments out of nowhere both to him and other people and it's got him all shy and blushy such
This is such a cute idea!!!! I chose Sirius cause I felt like it in the moment, but this is such a cute idea for all of them. I hope you like it!!<3
“And he-“ You stumble, pausing at the mop of black hair in front of you. “Oh! Siri!”
He laughs at your state, flicking hair away. “That’s me.”
“I was just telling them,” You turn to the girls you met in the kitchen. They wave. “About you.”
“Only good things I hope.”
“Terrible.” You frown, pulling the cherry from the bottom of your empty cup to drop it in Sirius’s. He has two cherries now. Your fingers are wet, and sticky, and Sirius brings your knuckles to his lips to kiss the mixture away. You flush, alcohol and love warming you. “He’s so sweet.”
“Didn’t work very well.” He frowns. “You’re still sticky.”
“I don’t mind.” You laugh.
“I do,” He looks around for the nearest washroom. “Those sticky fingers aren’t going anywhere near my hair.”
You huff, watching him tap is fingers on the island countertop. They click lightly, the gloss of his black nail polish shining in the twinkling candles in every corner. The girls get up and leave, waving at you brilliantly. You grin, waving back just as hard.
“I think there’s one-“ He pauses.
“What’re you looking for?” James pops up, glasses a little crooked. He smiles when you reach up to straighten them. “Thank you, dove.” He nods.
You laugh, turning to Sirius. His eyes still search for a washroom, but his hands found their way to your hip, and the fingers molding into your skin distract you.
“You alright, my love?” Mary giggles.
Lily steps in front of you, holding your face in her slender fingers. You smile at the freckles on her nose, drawn messily like little constellations
“You’re my best friends.” You grin.
“Your friends?” Sirius gawps.
“Yes, padfoot.” Remus nods seriously. “We’re her friends.”
The room is light, love floating around airily. Lily presses a kiss to your cheek. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Just enough.”
“Perfect.” She murmurs, pulling away to reside in Mary’s arms. Her lipstick stains your cheek softly.
You turn to Sirius. Your fingers are still sticky to his dismay, but he doesn’t complain when they tangle in his hoodie. “You are so pretty, Siri, I’m serious! Isn’t he so pretty?”
“It’s the eyes.” James gushes for your amusement.
You nod enthusiastically. “I know!”
Sirius startles. “You need toast.”
“I need a kiss.” You tip toe in the flats you put on in the dim sunlight of your apartment before you left. “Please.”
He sighs, worried sick for your head in the morning. Aspirin can only do so much. “Honey-“
“He is not this shy at home.” You supply your friends. “Normally he-“
“Woah!” Sirius laughs, covering your mouth with his large palm. “You need a burger. We’re leaving.”
“What!” You gasp. “I don’t want to leave.”
“We’ll miss you.” Marls frowns sympathetically, leaning into Dorcas.
“I’ll miss you too.” You sigh. “And your skirt is so pretty.”
Dorcas grins. “You like it?”
“I love it.” Pulling away from Sirius, each of your friends are graced with a goodbye hug. One by one. “I love you.”
“Go eat.” Remus laughs.
“Siri doesn’t le-“
“And thats enough!” He laughs loudly, covering your sentence. “We’re leaving now.”
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milesmoralesluvs · 2 months
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sirius: tonight, one of you will betray us.
james: is it me, sirius?
sirius: no, it’s not you.
remus: is it me, sirius?
sirius: it’s not you either.
peter: is it me, sirius?
sirius:
sirius: Is IT mE sIrIuS?
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underoospeterparker · 2 months
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ROCKER Sirius black is the typa guy to read out thirst tweets about him just to get u jealous, but if ur really sensitive and you start getting upset he might leave yours he’s all “oh, my sweetheart..” cradling u n shii
agh!!
rockstar!sirius black x fem!reader, 0.5k words
You lay on the sofa, book turned upside down on your chest. Sirius lay nearby, your head in his lap as he scratched at your scalp gently while he held his phone with his other hand.
Your boyfriend burst out laughing, and you looked up at him questionably. "Sorry," he said, a grin on his face. "Just..." He must have seen something on your face that made him tell you what he was smiling about. "Prongs sent me a tweet of something wildly inappropriate," he settled on saying. Sirius pressed a kiss to your head and went back to his scrolling on his group chat.
Growing exasperated with him, you snatched the phone out of his hand. You certainly didn't like being treated like you were one of his groupies. Your eyes shifted to the tweet that he had thousands of likes already. It read: Sirius Black was so hot at his last show. I want to push him against the wall and-
You switched the phone off, your eyes getting teary as you handed it back to Sirius. You moved your head from off his lap and watched his concerned look when you told him you were going to use the bathroom.
It wasn't a minute later before he was knocking at the door. "Baby?"
You let out a hum as a reply.
"You doing okay in there?"
Not really. You were curled up on the toilet lid, knees pressed to your stomach. "You can come in, I guess," you sighed, knowing he wouldn't stop pestering you anyway.
"Hey." Sirius was suddenly crouched in front of you, his hands landing on your thighs as he squeezed them reassuringly. "Hey," he whispered, his voice gentler. "What's wrong?"
Your eyes watered at his obvious care and you fell into his now outstretched arms, burying your head into his jacket. "Shhh," Sirius whispered, tightening his hold on you when you let out a heartbreaking sob. "Oh, sweetheart, it's okay." He continued to let out soft comforts until your crying subsided and you lay in an exhausted heap by his legs.
Resting your head on his shoulder, you watched as he grasped your hand and squeezed in tightly, setting your interlocked hands in his lap. "Why'd you run off, hm?" He asked kindly.
You shrugged, then hesitated. "Dunno," you mumbled under your breath. "I think I just don't really like when other people talk about you and how much they like you." You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding.
Sirius looked at you, his features softening at your confession. "Honey," he cooed, turning to you to hold your cheeks in his hands, "you know I'm never going to get with any of them, right?"
You gave him a not very assuring nod.
He gathered you in his arms, bringing you towards his chest. "Lovely girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your temple, "I only want you. You got that?"
"Really?" Sirius thought you looked adorable, your gaze imploring as you searched his face.
"Yes, really."
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