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bettysupremacy · 3 months

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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 :(

you can ignore this request if it makes you uncomfortable!

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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gtgbabie0 · 11 months

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-Sirius Black x reader

{Sirius is a little more touch starved then he thought, he just doesn’t know how to ask for help}

Short and sweet! Enjoy as always lovelies!! 💕

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Sirius wildly underestimated just how much of an effect you had on him. He was absolutely hooked on everything revolving around you. Remus and James often teased him for it, telling him that you had him wrapped around your dainty finger, which is somewhat true, not that Sirius would ever admit to it.

But it was still true nonetheless, his heart was yours, wholly.

Which means that in hindsight he most definitely shouldn’t struggle with asking for a simple hug, or kiss or even just to cuddle. But goodness was that easier said than done because the words seem to be caught in the back of his throat. It made him feel silly in a way.

You could tell something was wrong with him just by how quiet he was. Sitting as far away as possible, fidgeting with his hands as he focuses on anything but you. Sirius hates this feeling, whatever it might be.

You notice the way his eyebrows furrow together, how he nibbles on his bottom lip as if he’s deep in contemplation. He looks as if he wants to say something, but he stops before the words can leave him, he does this almost five times before you finally decide to say something.

You nudge his thigh with your foot, making him look over at you, “What’s going on huh? you've been really quiet” You ask, and he almost looks surprised that you even noticed.

He goes to say something but then he closes his mouth once again. There's a beat of silence before speaks again, “Nothing angel, it's nothing” liar, complete liar. And he knows, by the unsure look in your eyes, that you have caught on to his not-so-believable lie, that’s why he’s quick to stand up making his way to your kitchen, saying something about him being 'thirsty'.

He doesn’t want to confront the situation, or his feelings, he's always had a bad habit of bottling things up, in fact, he didn’t really want to think about it, so he avoids it altogether. But you catch on to what's happening pretty quick, the way he kept glancing over at you, how his hands were constantly fiddling with something. It was a dead giveaway.

So you follow him out to the kitchen, noticing that he's leaning against the countertops, his lower back pressed against the dark marble as he runs a hand through his hair with an almost frustrated groan.

You place a gentle hand against his shoulder and he sighs at the warm feeling. “Hey, come here” you whisper, softly smiling at the way his eyes light up as you hold your arms out for him.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his arms immediately wrap around you, holding you close to him and he swears his heart might just jump out of his chest. It’s pathetic he thinks, how you can make him feel like this, as if he might just crumble.

Your hands soothe against his back, “You should’ve just asked baby” you tell him as he buries his head further into your shoulder breathing deeply, and he feels like he can finally breathe.

“Didn’t know how” he admits and your hands cup either side of his face. Sirius thinks the embarrassment might just eat him alive, but then you press your lips against his and he melts completely at the loving feeling.

He loses himself, his heart blooming with warmth as he chases after your lips with haste, eager to feel you close to him as if it was the first time you’ve seen each other in years.

“Thank you” he whispers, as he rests his forehead against yours and you let out a breathy giggle as your thumb grazes against his cheek.

“Anytime handsome,” you tell him smiling at the way he chuckles, shaking his head softly. His arms circling around you once again.

You tug on his hand as you lead him back to the living room, pulling him down on the sofa with you as you both lay together entwined with nothing but love, and Sirius wouldn’t have it any other way.

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tigrrliily · 7 months

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🌊✨Camping in Cornwall 1977✨🌊

This was one of the first scenes that I wanted to draw after reading Atyd.

Now that I look at it…the pillows are kinda overstimulating, but whatever these guys lived in the wizard world of the 70s…there had to be weird overstimulating patterns everywhere 😂

I have absolutely no idea how Tumblr works anymore but let me try anyway!

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ur-local-anti-hero · 8 days

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Sparks fly

Sirius Black x Pureblood slytherin!Reader

Summary: Dating a Black was not the problem, the problem was that is Sirius, a known bloodtraitor.

Genre: Hurt/comfort and secret relationship

CW: talks about familiar problems, blood status and arranged marriages

Word count: 1.2K

This is part of my Speak Now (Marauders’ version) collection

“I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right”

Sunny days were not common in Hogwarts, the usually humid weather of the Scottish highland made it hard for students to enjoy the large grounds surrounding the school.

Nonetheless, whenever the clouds weren’t pouring rain or blocking the sun you have been finding yourself in the same place for the last year.

You were sitting by the black lake, in a remote spot seldom crowded by students. It was at times like this that you felt genuinely happy, the sun illuminating the lake and the weather hot enough for you to discard your coat. Though you could argue the cozy spring weather was not the main source for your happiness, but the man whose head was resting on your lap, your fingers running through his beautiful dark hair.

You never meant to fall for him, really. He was hotheaded, a pain in the ass, arrogant, a womanizer and everything your parents would hate for you -which was anything but a respected pureblood heir-. Falling for a Black was not the problem, the Black family was a well bred pureblood family, all of them except your boyfriend. Falling for a Black was not the problem, falling for Sirius was.

You both were aware of the implications of the relationship so you did what was the most logical thing, kept it a secret to everyone. At first the secrecy wasn’t that bad, it was even thrilling at points, sneaking out and stolen glances had been fun for a while. Until it wasn’t enough, you wanted to be able to hold his hand in public, or display a little bit more of PDA than appropriate when girls were shamelessly hitting on him.

But if your friends were to find out about your relationship with Sirius it wouldn’t end well, they’d be against it, probably stop talking to you and tell your parents, which would end with you getting disowned or betrothed to one of your cousins to keep the family name clean. And if his friends found out he’d probably be mocked relentlessly for dating what he swore to hate, and maybe his friends would be sceptical of you, or just disapprove entirely of you.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Sirius's voice broke your train of thought and your eyes fell on him.

He looked beautiful, his head resting in your lap and your hands on his hair. His gorgeous grey eyes were filled with concern when he looked at you.

"Sometimes I wonder if this is all worth it, you know, the hiding. Don't you get tired of it?" You asked him, your tone making your boyfriend realize just how serious you were.

Sirius sat upright to be able to look you in the eyes, his thigh touching yours and his hand on top of yours, stroking it lovingly.

“You know I love you right? It doesn’t matter what others think of this, of us.” He said, his free hand gesturing between you two. “I will love you regardless.”

“I know, I love you too, so much.” you whispered while resting your head on his shoulder, Sirius placed a kiss on your temple. And just like that every single worry you had dissipated.

Oblivious for both of you, another group of students had decided to explore the less visited parts of the school grounds, therefore being aware of the whole exchange.

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“You are joking right?” James asked, dumbfounded at the news that had just left Remus’ mouth.

“I couldn’t believe it either, apparently Barty and Snape saw them together on the school grounds.” came Remus’ reply.

James and Peter were hanging out in the common room when Remus delivered them the new hearsay that was going on around Hogwarts. As if on cue Sirius appeared in their peripheral vision, skipping down the stairs with a happy whistle and making his way towards them.

When he saw their shocked faces looking up at him he stopped dead in his tracks. “What?” he inquired.

James started on an incomprensible ramble along the words of ‘how, when, why…’ just to be interrupted by Peter. “Are you really dating Y/N? like, the pureblood slytherin Y/N?”

“How do you…?” Sirius' mind was racing, unable to process a single thought, how did they know? Who else knew? Where were you?

“I ran into Lily and Marlene, and they told me that Barty and Snape had seen you two on a date. Everybody knows, rumors fly at hogwarts” Remus explained.

Sirius' worry grew, if everybody knew, that meant your house knew. And if they did it was only a matter of time until your parents got the news. The interrogation that he was going to suffer at the hands of his friends was nothing compared to the reactions you’d get from everyone in Slytherin.

“I need to find her, I’m sorry. I’ll explain everything later, I promise.” Sirius ran from the room, leaving behind three very confused marauders and James shouting “So it’s true?!”

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He found you outside. The former gentle weather was now replaced with heavy rain.

You were sitting in the same spot of your dates. Sirius heard your sobs before he saw you.

You were drenched by the rain, your hair sticking to your face, your eyes red and swollen from crying.

“Y/N” he spoke softly when he reached your side, his arms pulling you into a hug. “It’s okay, baby.” That made you cry harder and your arms to tighten around him.

“They know Sirius, I can’t go back to the common room, they are going to have my head.” You said in between sobs. As soon as the news had reached the slytherin common room so had the threats, namecalling and hexes. “I’m sure Evan has already sent an owl to my parents, I’m going to get disowned, Siri. I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Sirius could feel your pain through your words, when shit had hit the fan at his home he had the Marauders to have his back. You didn’t have anyone except for him.

“You can sleep in my dorm tonight, don’t go back to yours.” he said while soothing your back.

“Do your friends know?” he nodded. “They hate me, I can’t go to your dorm.” you said, trying to hide your face in his chest.

“Hey, none of that. They don’t hate you, they’ll be surprised, maybe a little bit apprehensive about the whole thing, but they’ll give you a chance, and they are going to love you.” Sirius' voice was assertive, he was trying to reduce your self deprecating thoughts at a minimum.

“What about my parents?” you said, more calmed now, sobs turned into hiccups.

“We are going to figure it out, you and I, together. We’ll find a way.” Sirius' hand came in touch with your face as he tried to dry your tears.

“Okay, yeah you are right. I love you Sirius.”

“I love you too, forever.”

Sirius leaned in for a kiss, soft and filled with love. You wondered then how wrong this was when it just felt so right.

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amourane · 4 days

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HIHI I WAS READING ONE OF YOUR FICS WHEN I CAME ACROSS YOUR BLOG AND WOW YOU WRITE SUPER GOOD. And I wanted to send in a request if that’s cool with you! here I go!

Could I request Sirius Black with a Male! (or GN! I prefer a male reader if that’s fine!) S/O who’s very tall and is really popular around the school? bonus if they dress in alternative and emo/scene clothing ? maybe for starters, the reader likes sirius a lot and they buy him drinks, snacks, etc bc they don’t rlly know how to tell him that they like him? and then confesses randomly during one of their little hang out sessions ??

I understand if you can’t do this or anything, feel free to decline this if you’d like! thank you so much and have a good day/or night.

and what if i do?

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

genre: fluff!

w/c: 1k

summary: you and sirius black were enamoured by one another and everyone was just waiting for you to admit it.

warnings: none!

a/n: thank you so so much for the request! i tried to write it the best as i could, i hope you enjoy <3

There were many things that piqued Sirius Black’s interest but you were the most important. He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to you. Maybe it was the way your hair fell in your eyes or the way your laugh seemed to echo off every wall in the room or maybe it was the way whenever you looked at him he felt his cheeks flush a subtle pink. Whatever it was it drew him towards you as if he was a moth to a flame.

Sirius Black didn’t get crushes often but when he did fall he fell hard and that’s exactly what happened. He had approached you with the notion of copying some of your notes for Charms at first but when he saw the way your lips curved into that dreamy smile he forgot what he was going to say.

There weren’t many times he went speechless yet whenever he was confronted with you nothing but a spew of incoherent mumbles would slip out of his mouth before he would disappear from embarrassment. His friends had teased him relentlessly at his newfound crush, mocking the way he would turn into a blithering idiot in front of you.

Unbeknownst to Sirius you had just a big of a crush. Every time he approached you you couldn’t help the grin that would tug at your lips. You had fancied him for a while and it made butterflies shoot in your stomach whenever his cheeks would dust in that pretty pink shade.

You wouldn’t consider yourself popular by any means yet the majority of Hogwarts begged to differ. You never knew why so many people liked you but you guessed you drew attention to yourself in the best way possible. Your friends had tried to get you to understand the influence you had but you often found yourself zoning out to think about a certain boy instead.

It wasn’t long before Sirius finally mustered up the courage to talk to you without stumbling over his words. You simply watched the curly headed boy nervously try and initiate a conversation, a smile playing at your lips. It was out of character for the Sirius Black to act this way but you enjoyed it.

From then on a friendship blossomed. The two of you bonded over late night conversations and shared interests. The attraction between the two of you only grew stronger and everyone in Hogwarts knew about the mutual feelings you both had for each other, everyone but you and Sirius it seemed.

It was in the late hours in the evening that you bumped into Sirius Black alone. You had been aimlessly walking back to your dorm after a study session in the library when you turned the corner to meet the face of the Gryffindor.

“Hey Y/n, mind if I join you?” Sirius greeted you with a smile and the familiar expression made your heart flutter.

You couldn't help but return the smile, the corners of your mouth curling upwards. "Not at all. What brings you wandering the halls at this hour?"

He shrugged casually, falling into step beside you. "Just needed a break from the chaos. James was plotting another disastrous way to get Evans’ attention and I really couldn’t take anymore of his ranting. Plus, I figured I might bump into you." He threw you a flirty wink and you felt your own face heat up.

In the few weeks that you had known each other Sirius Black had definitely warmed up to you. Gone was the nervous nature, now replaced with a more flirty, more playful Sirius Black. Not that you minded of course.

“Well it’s good that you did. I’ve been meaning to give you something.” You produced a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from the depths of your pocket, holding it out to him with a sheepish grin. "I noticed you like these, so I thought I'd grab you some.”

Sirius accepted your gift with a chuckle. “Merlin Y/n, with all these gifts you’re going to make me think you fancy me or something.”

You didn’t think it was possible to get any hotter.

It was true. You had been showering Sirius with gifts, from chocolate frogs to bottles of firewhisky. It seemed as though your pockets were endless as you gave him a new present every day with a grin on your face. His reactions were your favourite. The bright smile and twinkling eyes. You loved the way he would look at you and it simply made your heart pound.

It started out when you had planned to ask him out with a bag of fizzing whizzbees in your hand but you chickened out last minute and simply shoved the sweets in his hand before darting away. Ever since then you had bought gifts in hopes that you would eventually tell him how you felt.

“What if I do?”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to even think about what you said. Sirius stilled. It was too late to take the words back now so you might as well go through with it.

“What if I do fancy you? Would that be a bad thing?”

Sirius’ eyes widened and you saw the way his expression was momentarily caught between shock and disbelief. You held your breath hoping that the pounding of your heart didn’t give you away.

But then, to your relief, a slow grin spread across Sirius' face, his eyes alight with amusement and something else, something deeper and more profound.

"Well, in that case," He said, his voice low and tinged with a hint of mischief, "I suppose I'd have to say I fancy you too."

The world stopped. Your heart leaped in your chest, a surge of euphoria coursing through your veins. A feeling you couldn’t describe consumed you and you felt as though you were dreaming.

“You do?” You croaked out in disbelief still not fully registering what he just said.

“Of course I do.” Sirius grinned and now you could see the blush that had made its way onto his face. “Godric, how could I not Y/n? You’re smart and funny and just…just really fucking incredible.”

His words allowed warmth to flood into your body and you beamed at him. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you as your lips met in a sweet and tender kiss. And as you melted into each other's embrace, you knew that you wanted to stay with Sirius Black forever.

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oxyvouge · 8 months

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ i'd tell you i love you but you're too drunk to remember tomorrow. .ೃ࿐

summary: a night full of drunken gaze, dances and confessions

━━ ✦ pairing(s): sirius black x fem! reader

━━ ✦ warning(s): nothing really

━━ ✦ genre: fluff

━━ ✦ word count: 3.1k

author's note: this is impulsively written so please forgive me for the poor attempted representation of a drunk sirius

SIRIUS HAVE JUST TURNED 17 and the day was proving to be an absolute delight. Well-wishers and presents rained down upon him from all corners, like a cascade of joy. It was as if he had become the focal point of a grand celebration, with people lavishing attention upon him as though he were the glass and they the milk. Meanwhile, the Marauders – except for Sirius himself – had orchestrated a meticulously planned party, inviting a covert mix of students from other houses who agreed to come in secrecy.

Sirius was oblivious to the whole thing as he was busy being an attention whore more than usual, but it's already normal ain't it? It's in his nature after all.

Following dinner, the Gryffindors made a beeline for their common room, giving the attendees from other houses ample time to slip in without arousing suspicion. After all, who would want to face detention while suffering a potential hangover the next day?

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of Sirius engrossed in conversation with a couple of Ravenclaws. Their hushed tones and sly gestures raised your suspicions, and before you knew it, your protective instincts kicked in.

"Sirius, come on!" You didn't mince words as you yanked him away from the Ravenclaws, brushing off their icy glares that were drilling into your back. Who did they think they were, talking to my best friend like that?

"Oi, wait up, Y/N! I've got a whole heap of presents here," Sirius grumbled, his attention torn between you and the pile of gifts he was carrying. He didn't seem to mind being pulled away from the Ravenclaws, but the promise of presents was enough to make him lament the interruption.

"Argyllshire," you announced, and with the password given, the Fat Lady's portrait swung open, granting them access to the common room. But just as you were about to step through, you halted, prompting Sirius to look back at you with a quizzical expression. Releasing his hand, you moved behind him, causing him to blink in surprise before a smile began to play on his lips, a glimmer of understanding dawning in his eyes.

With Sirius blindfolded by your gentle touch, you guided him further into the room, his trust in you evident as he allowed himself to be led. The anticipation in the air was palpable as you both came to a halt, your hands finally leaving his eyes.

As the blindfold fell away, Sirius blinked, taking in the sight before him. His arms instinctively loosened, causing the gifts he was holding to tumble to the ground in a haphazard heap. His gaze roamed the transformed common room, a wide grin spreading across his face as he spotted his three friends, each wearing expressions of excitement and mischief.

Peter stood before him, a cake adorned with 17 unlit candles held carefully in his hands. Remus and James flanked him, their eyes gleaming with shared joy and camaraderie. The room was adorned with banners, streamers, and twinkling lights, creating an atmosphere of celebration and warmth.

Sirius turned to you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and affection. "Blimey, so this is what you lot've been cookin' up, eh?" he began, his voice catching slightly as he looked back at his friends before returning his gaze to you, "Honestly, had me shocked when I didn't spot Wormy in the Great Hall earlier."

"Trust me, we went beyond mere persuasion to convince Peter to pass up dinner just for this." Remus started with a soft smile.

He stepped forward, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug. "Thank you," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. As he pulled back, his gaze met yours, and in that shared moment, you both knew that this was more than just a celebration of his birthday – it was a celebration of the deep bond you all shared, a bond that had carried you through both challenges and triumphs, and had brought you to this very moment of shared joy and connection.

As you stepped back, your attention shifted to James, who was struggling to ignite the cake's candles with a series of unsuccessful matches. Peter held the cake steady, a look of cautious concern on his face.

James struck the match with a determined force, creating a brief flare before attempting to touch the candle's wick. Yet, much to his chagrin, the flame fizzled out, leaving James in a state of mild exasperation. "Merlin's beard, Prongs! Hurry it up! We've got sixteen — well, all the candles left to light!"

"Seriously, mate, who thought it was a brilliant plan to have 17 candles anyway?"

Remus let out a soft sigh before coming to James' rescue, his wand directed at the cake. A quick incantation, "Incendio," and all the candles were ablaze. Remus shot James a knowing look, earning a sheepish grin from him.

Before James could say anything, you interjected with a playful tone. "Alright, everyone, it's time to sing Sirius with his birthday anthem." Your announcement caught Sirius off guard, his eyes widening at the unexpected attention. "You've got two choices, mate – sing along or say goodbye to your cake."

For the next three minutes, the room was filled with your collective voices as you sang the familiar melody of "Happy Birthday." Sirius soaked up the moment, a mix of giddiness and mild apprehension evident on his face as the candle wax started to trickle onto the cake.

"Hurry it up, will you?" Sirius urged, his anticipation growing.

As the final notes of the song were sung, Sirius directed his attention to you and beamed with delight, his lips pursing before a triumphant gust of air extinguished the dancing flames atop the cake. The room erupted in cheers and applause, marking the successful conclusion of the candle-lighting ceremony and the beginning of Sirius' birthday celebration.

"Listen up, all you fourth years and below! If you're not keen on being propelled up the stairs, it's probably wise to retreat to your dorms," you announced, met with a chorus of groans from the younger students who reluctantly complied. "Take foods tho if you're still hungry!"

In your efforts to ensure the safety of everyone and maintain their innocence – at least for as long as possible – you established a strict age limit for the party because you knew how wild the boys would become. Only those who were fifth years and above were allowed to join the festivities. Anyone below that cutoff risked being unceremoniously ushered back towards the dormitories, either the girls' or boys' side, should they dare to venture into the common room.

Sirius was about to make his way over to you, but a flock of girls swooped in, bombarding him with birthday kisses, temporarily obscuring his view of you. You rolled your eyes at the predictable spectacle and turned to Remus. "Be right back, Moony." Remus simply nodded in understanding as you made your way to your shared room with Lily and the others, finding it currently vacant and allowing you a brief respite from the commotion.

You took out your pack of cigarettes and lighter and went to sit next to the window and opened it. You placed the stick in between your lips and lit it up. You puffed out the smoke as you stared up at the night sky feeling relaxed, the cold evening wind brushing against your skin. You spotted the star Sirius was named after, twinkling as it should be.

You let out a chuckle, the tip of the cigarette was currently being bitten by you. Everywhere you go, he's always there. "You're always here." You pointed at the star in the sky making your thoughts go back to the events that happened today. How every girl except for your friends were flirting with him and clinging to him like a leech.

Are you jealous? Of course you are! But who are you to say that out loud? After all, you're just the bestfriend of the infamous flirty prankster of Hogwarts, Sirius Black, with your childish one sided crush on him.

Feeling like an eternity had passed, the door swung open, revealing Mary Macdonald with her gentle smile as her eyes landed on you by the window, cigarette in hand. "Hey there," she greeted warmly, making her way to her bed. You responded with a smile of your own. "What's got you secluded up here? Missing out on the downstairs fun?"

"Could say the same for you."

Mary chuckled softly and shifted her attention to her bedside table. "I'm tired. How about you? Tired of feeling like what you're seeing was a sight for sore eyes?" She laughed at her own wry remark, and you found her laughter contagious, letting out a soft chuckle in response.

Pushing away from the window, you extinguished your cigarette on the ground and crushed it underfoot. "Well I'm off and you take your rest."

Descending into the common room, a whirlwind of revelry greeted your senses. The air pulsed with music that seemed to defy classification, bodies swayed and voices melded in harmonious chaos. Couples found solace in corners, lost in passionate embraces, while the sweet melody of laughter intermingled with the clinking of glasses.

And then, there he was. Sirius Black, swaying and twirling with reckless abandon to the rhythm. A lopsided grin graced your lips as you watched him, a bottle of firewhisky clutched carelessly in one hand.

Your surprise escaped your lips in a gasp as you took in the sight before you. "Merlin's beard, Sirius! I step away for a moment and you're already drunk?" Your voice struggled to compete with the booming music, yet you couldn't help but be amused by his spirited display.

Amidst the lively chaos, your call reached his ears, prompting Sirius to turn towards you, his eyes alight with mischief and inebriation. He continued to dance, his movements more exuberant than ever, as if the music was a siren song he couldn't resist.

He responded with a wild laugh, taking a triumphant swig from the bottle in his hand. "It's my bloody birthday!" he exclaimed, his words carrying a mix of jubilation and defiance.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, a fond exasperation coursing through you. "Of course it is," you muttered, though a small smile betrayed your teasing facade. His infectious energy was hard to resist, even if it was fueled by copious amounts of firewhisky. You sighed, internally grateful that Remus decided to cast a silencing charm in the common room so people outside the common room wouldn't hear what they're up to and the students up at their dorms wouldn't be bothered.

"Hey, Y/N! Where've you been?" Lily Evans appeared by your side, holding two plastic cups. You nodded appreciatively, taking one as she suggested.

You sipped the drink, a fiery explosion in your mouth leaving you momentarily speechless. "Upstairs," you managed to say, your voice a little louder than intended, competing with the music. Lily nodded, her grin unwavering as she danced energetically.

Glancing around, you realized your friends were nowhere in sight. You turned back to Lily, leaning in closer to be heard over the music. "Where are the others?" Lily leaned closer too, struggling to hear. "Where are the others?'

"Mary's resting in the dorm, Marlene and Dorcas are probably off snogging somewhere," she shouted back. You nodded, downing the rest of your firewhisky-laden cup.

Hours passed, and the clock struck midnight. Most of the partygoers had headed back to their dorms, but Sirius Black and a small group were still going strong, dancing to the new song that had started.

You distributed hangover vials to those preparing to leave, aware that classes were still scheduled for tomorrow knowing it's just Wednesday.

Sirius, fueled by the alcohol, dragged Peter onto the dance floor, the exhausted Peter reluctantly going along with it. Catching your gaze from the couch, Sirius abandoned Peter mid-dance, resulting in a loud thud and Peter groaning in pain as he collapsed.

Sirius swaggered over to you, a lopsided grin on his face. "Hey there, Y/N! How 'bout a little dance?" Ignoring your protests, he seized your hand, his determination evident. With a playful wink and a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he hauled you to your feet, determined to have you join him on the dance floor.

Getting in the swing

You come to look for a king

Amused by his attempts to get you to dance to the music, you chuckled and quipped, "Sirius, you know I'm not much of a dancer!"

Anybody could be that guy

Night is young and the music's high

"Rubbish! Anyone can cut a rug — they just haven't got the knack yet." Sirius exclaimed. You didn't say anything and just looked at him as he tried to lead you to dance along the music with him. "Blimey, listen 'ere! Don't you worry 'bout a thing. Dancing's like, well, easy as pie! Anyone can do it, they're just a bit slow on the uptake," Sirius declared with an exaggerated sway, his grin widening.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you into a clumsy two-step, his movements a mix of enthusiasm and drunken carelessness. "See? Just follow my lead, and you'll be twirlin' like a pro in no time!"

You watched his antics with a bemused expression, trying your best to keep up with his unpredictable dance moves. Sirius caught your gaze, his eyes sparkling with mischief, but he quickly averted his eyes, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.

He continued to lead you in a rather haphazard dance, his steps occasionally stumbling, but his energy was infectious, and a laugh escaped your lips despite yourself. You noticed him stealing glances in your direction, his cheeks tinted with a rosy hue. It was clear that his liquid courage was giving him the confidence to show a side of himself he might not have revealed otherwise.

As the music swirled around you both, you found yourself getting lost in the absurdity of the moment. Despite his attempts to act nonchalant, there was an undeniable tension in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of the underlying feelings that both of you were trying to suppress.

Sirius, perhaps sensing the intensity of the situation, abruptly spun you around before pulling you back into a clumsy embrace. "See? I knew you had it in you!" he exclaimed, his words slurred and his grin lopsided.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, the awkward dance moves only adding to the charm of the evening. And while he may have been trying to avoid looking into your eyes for too long, the genuine joy on his face was a clear indicator that his feelings were far from being hidden.

Young and sweet

Only seventeen

Dancing queen

"Happy Birthday, love." you muttered to him that he didn't catched. He leaned in, asking you to say it once more. With a playful grin, you raised your voice, "Happy Birthday!" The sudden exclamation made him wince, clearly not expecting the volume.

Not that, the one that you just called me… "Oi, not so bloody loud!" He hollered in response. You chuckled at him, your mirth dancing in his drunken gaze. "Hiccup... Y'know, you're somethin' special," he slurred, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. You stayed quiet, gracing him with a proper smile, still trying to sway to the tune telling yourself it's nothing as being a flirt had always been his nature. "Nah, scratch that, you're like — Merlin's beard, I like you!"

Thinking you hadn't heard him, he continued to dance as your smile faltered and you stopped dancing just looking at Sirius who's dancing the night away. You decided to retreat to the couch, needing a moment to collect your thoughts. The soft cushion welcomed you as you sat down, your heart still racing from the confession and the dance. It's nothing Y/N he's drunk, he doesn't know what he's saying.

Yet your other side would like to argue, No you bloody wanker! Drunk words are sober thoughts people can't put into words! You watched as Sirius twirled and swayed, his uninhibited dance reflecting the freedom of the night.

Lost in your thoughts, you remembered all the moments leading up to this one – the stolen glances, the inside jokes, the countless hours spent talking about everything and nothing. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you to this precise moment, where confessions of the heart felt both natural and inevitable.

Sirius, still caught up in the dance, finally noticed your absence and made his way over to where you were seated. With a playful grin, he plopped down beside you, his breath slightly labored from the dancing.

"Why'd you stop, love? The night's still young," he teased, his voice a velvety whisper that sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but smile back, his nickname for you sending your heart a flutter.

"It's almost 1 in the morning, Sirius." Sirius didn't reply instead he just laughed, as if what you said was a joke. "Is it true?" Words slipped out from your mouth, which piqued Sirius' interest. The music quiets down for some reason. You felt your pulse quicken, your palms slightly clammy with nervous anticipation. "Is it true — what you said? You like me?"

He once again let out a hearty laugh, "Must be. Blame it on the firewhiskey," he quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

It was your turn to laugh, "You know, I'd tell you I love you but you're too drunk to remember tomorrow."

His grin widened mischievously as he feigned ignorance, prompting you to say it once more. "Oi, what did you say?" he quipped in a playful tone, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

You sighed, Sirius might be drunk but he still has his playful demeanor in him. "I said I like you, you bloody wanker!"

As if he heard you more clearly now, he raised his eyebrows at you with a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Is that so?"

You shrugged, standing up walking towards the stairs. "Yeah."

"Oi, where d'you think you're off to?" Sirius called out, his steps wobbly as he rose from his seat, determined to follow you.

"Upstairs. I'm tired." Reaching the 10th step in the staircase, it suddenly turned into a slide knowing Sirius stepped his foot in it. You slid down, flopping yourself at Sirius back with a groan as you rolled over. "I told you I'm tired…"

Sirius instead, just shot you a grin and took his hand as if he himself wasn't the drunk one. "Sleep with me in the boys bedroom."

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omgrachwrites · 5 months

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A Girl in The Valley - Masterlist

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You are called to the enormous house on the hill to tutor the Lord's son who longs to see his father. It's there that you soften the Lord's heart of stone.

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of death, slow burn, ooc Sirius, spicy in later chapters

A/N: You guys know that I can't just have one Harry Potter fic going on. This was very loosely inspired by The Secret Garden which is my favourite film in the whole world! Please let me know if you would like to be tagged, I love you all! xxx

Chapter One

Chapter Two - coming soon

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lifeandlies-of-regulusblack · 7 months

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Siblings, am I right?

Regulus grows up and finds he can finally take care of his brother.

Regulus slowly becomes the helicopter parent to sirius when they're all grown up. Always calling sirius to know where he is and asking what time he's going home. He nags sirius to bring a damn coat since it's snowing outside, and that he doesn't care if he wants to show off his pretty legs. Always pushing a glass of water towards sirius, because he forgets to drink sometimes. He buys him the softest, fluffiest slippers just to hear his brother's excited squeals.

And when people ask him why he's taken to worrying about his brother so much, he'll tell them it's because he's always wanted to. He'll say that when they were kids, sirius was both his parents. That he got the reminders to bring his coat outside. That he got the nicest socks, so he can wriggle his toes in delight.

He's taken to tucking sirius to bed when he comes home drunk after a night out, and sits beside him, just to brush his fingers through his brother's hair. Regulus drinks in the privilege of being with his brother. In rare moments, sirius will sleepily grab the hand lovingly carding through his hair, and kiss reg's palm, before saying 'thank you', and drifting off into a tired slumber.

Why? Why all this? Now?

Because he wants to. Because he finally can. Because he can give sirius all of this and all feels right in the world.

*wow, i can't seem to stop writing about the black brothers. here, have some more.

If you have the spoons for it, please consider giving this a reblog. It's a great source of motivation and the only effective way for other people to see the things i share :)

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eddiesbug · 2 years

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🍒//any marauder and accidental boners in class or just any inconvenient situation really :) (love ur writing !!)

i picked sirius bc i <3 him and haven’t written much for him yet (hope that’s okay!!)<33 nsfw tones, 16+!!

You giggle as Sirius squirms, crossing his legs in a fruitless effort to conceal his raging hard-on; of course he’d get one in the middle of transfiguration, for crying out loud.

“It’s not funny,” he snaps, furrowing his brow.

“It’s a little bit funny, Siri,” you mumble, biting your lip although a smile still pushes its way through.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Not anymore. I’ll never speak to you again,” he says.

“Liar,” you lilt, “Besides, I have other ways to get you talking.” Your hand grazes over the tops of his thighs, nails scratching gently, teasing.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” He laughs in a way that lets you know he doesn’t find your joke funny in the slightest. “C’mon, baby. Don’t be like that,” you murmur.

“You’re gonna regret that joke later,” he says through gritted teeth, squeezing your leg with a little more force than necessary. James snickers from the next desk over, kicking your ankle under the table.

“Fuck off, James.” Sirius goes to lunge at him, only to be stopped by your arms around his middle.

“I’m sorry, Siri. I love you,” you whisper, kissing his shoulder through his shirt.

“I love you too, but you’re still getting punished.”

“Hey!”

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chocochannie · 10 months

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Missing you

Black Brothers angst!

Less that 1000 words

Regulus never wanted to admit that he badly missed his brother Sirius.

Every time he saw him having fun with his friends, his heart ached. It reminded him of those beautiful times when they were still close. But what could he do? Nothing. He knew if he approached him, Sirius would just yell at him or ignore him. Even worse, pretend he doesn't exist.

When Regulus overhead Sirius talking to a Gryffindor boy, whose name he didn't know, about their siblings, he was expecting to hear his name from his brothers mouth, but all his dear brother said, was James name. How could he even think that Sirius loves him as much as he does? It's painfully obvious he loves James more that him.

For the first days after Sirius left to live with Potters, Regulus couldn't sleep, he was furious yet sad. His own brother left him. In this shithole with awful parents. Was it his fault? Wasn't he enough? Maybe Sirius thought he's not worth coming with him? Maybe he thought Regulus was just like the rest of his family?

Regulus undoubtedly hated Christmas. Every time he sat at the diner table with his terrible family silently waiting for his brother to come home. Even though he was aware of the fact that it won't happen, he always got disappointed. It never happened and never will.

He decided it was because of him, he just wasn't worth it. He must be the perfect child. He must show his parents he's better than Sirius. He must be more than enough now. He was doing everything to impress his family, he even became a death eather. He stopped thinking of his stupid brother so often.

Now he's really like the rest of his family.

And he didn't get the chance to explain everything to Sirius. To his dearly loved but also hated older brother. He was always lingering in his mind, even when Regulus was drowning. He knew he was gonna die, and he didn't fight it. He just wished he had more time. More time to talk, laugh, and joke with his brother. Sirius was the person Regulus loved the most.

In his last moments, he wished he told him that, even if that meant getting ignored or yelled at.

Now, he will never tell how much Sirius meant to him. It's too late now.

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noctisxx · 8 months

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@polluxxxart did this stunning art for my Sirmione fic, Tempt Me Softly, But Touch Me Just the same! All 15 chapters are posted and available to read on AO3 ✨

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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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Lazy morning

{mornings with Sirius}

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It’s early, 6am, and the sun is still rising casting its orangey light through your window, painting the small room with a comfortable warmth, and you notice the way beams of sunlight shine through the curtains like a beacon of light.

You look over at Sirius who is fast asleep, his cheek smushed against the pillow and his mouth slightly agape, you smile at the sight as you gently push his hair from his face tucking the black strands behind his ear, fingertips grazing against his cheek and you admire the small beauty mark that sits under his eye, how his skin glows underneath the suns warm light, it’s unfair that he still looks so beautiful in the midst of sleep.

You enjoy the silence for a moment, moving closer to Sirius’ warmth as his arm slings over your waist, and he mumbles something incoherent and you smile at how he shuffles closer to you, still completely dazed by sleep.

“Stop staring at me, creep” he mumbles against your neck, his legs entangling with yours as he urges you even closer to him.

You feel his hand dip underneath your shirt, his warm palms settling against the small of your back, “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring” you whisper, enjoying the way his fingers trace along your back and he hums in acknowledgment.

His nose nuzzles closer into your neck chasing after your body warmth and the ends of his hair tickle your skin, “You’re so warm” he says lips grazing against you and he presses gentle kisses to your neck down to your shoulder and you sigh at the loving feeling.

He continues to pepper your skin with soft kisses, from your chest trailing up to your neck then jaw, and finally, your face and you burst out in a fit of giggles trying to push him away, hands against his shoulders.

You glance over to your phone, it's already seven and there's a text from James, “We need to get up” you giggle at how Sirius shakes his head, “We can’t be late for James’ match, It's a big one today” you tell him and he groans against your skin, thinking about how cold it was outside the last time you both went.

“Five more minutes lovely, just five more minutes” he whispers with such a persuasive tone that you can’t help but want to indulge him and the way his hands rub against your waist down to your hip makes it even more impossible to move.

You know he’s a nightmare to try and get up, he could lay in bed with you all day if he had it his way, you had to bribe him out of bed.

“Sirius we really can’t be late, James will kill us” you giggle, trying to think of ways to get him out of bed, “Come on we’ll make breakfast together,” you say, playing with his hair.

He doesn’t answer straight away, still silently debating whether or not he wants to get out of bed, “We could make pancakes?” You suggest.

He watches as you get up, eyes trailing along your body, “Come on sleepyhead” you smile pulling at his hand, trying to get him out of bed, he lets out a groan as he reluctantly stands up following you to the kitchen with the odd complaint here and there.

“You’re a bully” he whispers, head resting against your shoulder as he stands behind you while you prepare the pancake batter, you roll your eyes at how dramatic he can be.

“Oh, a bully?” You laugh, and he nods against your neck hands dipping under your shirt to settle against your belly, “I’m making you pancakes at seven in the morning because I love you” you tell him and you can feel as he smiles against your skin, “I don’t think a bully would do that, would they baby?”

You move over to the stove with Sirius still practically glued to your side as you carefully pour the batter into the pan, “Yeah yeah, I love you too” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking over to the kettle to brew the pair of you some tea, maybe mornings with Sirius weren’t too bad.

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ficswjackson · 7 days

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favourite : sirius black fics 🦇

this will be a growing post where I will add more over time, you may see fics from here featuring on my favourite fics of list as well.

protective sirius by @moonstruckme

635 words | sirius x fem!reader sirius is protective over y/n who gets scared easily.

late night cravings by @bobluvbot

one shot | sirius x afab!reader - y/n sneaks off at night for a snack, hoping that sirius wont notice.

dont apologise by @underoospeterparker

0.56k words | sirius x fem!reader - y/n bakes and sirius tells her not to apologise.

protective sirius by by @moonstruckme

547 words | sirius x fem!reader - y/n and sirius go out on his motorbike.

#sirius x reader #sirius x you #sirius x y/n #sirius fanfiction #marauders #sirius black #protective sirius

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made-by-moon · 5 months

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Sirius Black and The Cursed Habit

There was one thing that Sirius hated about himself more than anything. He could change his appearance, hide his aristocratic features, fight for the right cause, but there was one thing he couldn't change no matter how hard he tried. His handwriting. The way every letter was elegantly, perfectly curved. Every sentence put into a straight line. This was the only thing, beaten into him for several years, that followed him everywhere. Every time when he tried to bend, scrible and smudge words on a parchment, there was this voice screaming in this head. "You can't even write well? Pathetic. Looks like you're asking for another punishment." followed by a sickening smell of blood when he stabbed the quill inot his hand. This was the one thing from his "noble" heritage he couldn’t bring himself to abandon. And it hunted him every time he needed to pick up a pen.

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♪ I can run, but I can't hide ♪ ♪ From my family line ♪

"Children believe their parents, so he took that to heart and repeated it every time he felt his eyes sting. He would bite his lip every time he got that telltale feeling of pins and needles that would eventually spread to his heart and stab him until he sobbed."

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ sirius runs away, he has trouble opening up.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 canon compliant 𖦹 gn!reader no pronouns used 𖦹 angst 𖦹 hurt/comfort and then hurt/no comfort 𖦹 based on the conan gray song: family line 𖦹 CANON COMPLIANT 𖦹 i cried writing this btw 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

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Sirius Black was nothing like his family.

Except he was.

Sure, he wasn't a follower of the Dark Lord, wasn't abusive, and would never do what his parents did, but he truly was his parent's child.

Orion Black had silver eyes. They were bright and piercing; they were cold.

Walburga Black's eyes were grey. They were darker but still cold.

Their eyes were the antonym of welcoming.

Sirius Black's eyes were the same as his Father's. His eyes were so cold that, instead of burning holes into somebody, they could send sharp, frigid icicles through someone.

So cold.

Sirius Black spent his time building up seemingly impenetrable walls around his emotions. Once he was sure he had created a strong barrier, he worked on building walls around himself.

He was constantly acting, pretending he was someone—something—he wasn't.

Sirius Black was a liar about many things. He pretended he was okay, but angry tears would fall down his face in private.

He was a lot like his Mother in that way. While Walburga Black was a nasty, hateful woman, she was also wounded. Deep down, everyone in the Black family had damage—some worse than others.

"Crying makes you weak, Sirius!" His Mother would yell at him.

Children believe their parents, so he took that to heart and repeated it every time he felt his eyes sting. He would bite his lip every time he got that telltale feeling of pins and needles that would eventually spread to his heart and stab him until he sobbed.

He would look at himself in the mirror with a hoarse voice screaming: "Stop crying! Stop! Crying! They will see you, and they will hurt you!"

Then his voice would lower as he harshly wiped his eyes, "They will see you. They can't see you."

He would look into his eyes, "They will leave you if they see the real you, Sirius."

He constantly repeated his name while weepingly talking to himself. He had to; otherwise, he would forget who was in the reflection. Sirius Black would focus on his eyes so much that he would start seeing his brother's eyes.

His eyes gained more depth when he cried, just like Regulus's.

Regulus Black's eyes were icy, but they were a deep grey, similar to Walburga's. Sirius swore that if you looked close enough, you could see different shades swirling together, creating a sea of desaturation.

If you caught Regulus crying, you would see the tail of the sea creature that lived there, swimming through the tears, trying to stay in the solace of his eyes.

When he cried, Sirius also found a sea creature there. The creature was a monster when it resided in Sirius's eyes. It would angrily thrash alongside the waves, trying to escape.

12 Grimmauld Place was chaotic. At most times, you could walk in and hear screaming. The screaming was usually a gamble between anger and agony. Sometimes, you could walk in and make out the sound of objects getting thrown around, some of them hitting the floor and shattering into millions of pieces.

When Sirius ran away, he locked his emotions up, telling everyone everything was okay. Because everything was okay. Leaving was for the best ... right?

Sometimes Sirius wondered if he ever actually could escape 12 Grimmauld Place—escape The Noble House of Black. Sure, he had been burned off the tapestry and ran away, but could he ever hide from his family line?

It was the holiday season when Sirius ran away. On his way to the Potters, he spotted a Father and Daughter. They were both sporting smiles and Santa hats. Sirius stopped. They were both laughing, talking about the Mother's cooking.

"She's not all that good at it," The girl scrunched up her face, "It's always burnt."

The Father stuck out his tongue, "Gross!" He laughed at his daughter's reaction, "That's why we keep the cooking to me."

The girl smiled, showing as many teeth as possible and enthusiastically nodded.

"But Mam makes a mean hot cocoa, right?"

She nodded even harder, then sang, "Hot cocoa! Hot cocoa! Get it while it's hot!" As she skipped down the street.

Sirius broke down right there. He put his bag down and sobbed. Damn the wound in his side, damn the cold; he needed to cry.

You were staying at the Potter residence this winter. James had begged you to join him and Remus, and how could you say no to those eyes?

You weren't sure.

It was around five in the morning when he arrived. His face was tear-stained and red, and he was shaking from... an endless possibility of things.

"Sirius?" James's voice was gruff as he rubbed his eyes, then panic flooded his senses, "Sirius." Urgency and concern rolled off his tongue as James repeated his name. "Come in."

"Who was it?!" You called from upstairs. Your voice was so comforting to him. So was the smell of pine trees and warmth accompanying the Potter residence in the winter.

"Sirius is here!" James yelled back before returning to Sirius, who was on the floor bloody and sobbing.

"Get Mam and Dad!" He called again.

You hurried to Euphemia and Fleamont's room.

Anxiety—that's all you were feeling.

Why had Sirius come at 5 A.M., why were Euphemia and Fleamont needed, and why weren't you allowed to talk to him?

"It's okay, I'm Sure," Remus's voice was gruff. He had a vocal fry, as he often did when he awoke.

You were clinging to his side, "But what if he's not?" You whispered.

He wrapped his arm around you, "It's Sirius. He'll get through this."

You knew Remus was right, but a feeling was deep within your bones. It was telling you that he needed help.

And you were right.

Sirius felt like he was drowning in his feelings, and nobody could pull him out. He was stuck in a riptide, and he was too weak to try and get out. He was close to letting the ocean swallow him without calling for help; luckily, he was strong enough to go to the Potters.

He knew he had to keep going. For James and Remus, for Mia and Monty, for you.

He was no longer bleeding, but, of course, there was still pain. Pain that would be unbearable to anyone who hadn't already experienced it.

Sirius had already experienced it. He had been experiencing that same pain since he was a little boy.

He used to ask himself what he did to deserve it.

He used to ask himself how someone could hurt a little kid.

At one point, he stopped asking. There was no point in asking anymore—he would never get an answer.

He was a kid, yes, but he knew it was wrong. He knew that someone who truly loved him would never do this.

"Sirius?" Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts; it was quiet and soft. Somehow, you sounded more fragile than him.

You were always taking on others' pain. It hurt him more.

"Yes?"

It's not that he was purposely being cold. He just ran away. The emotional strength it takes is insane, and the emotional baggage is unfathomable.

At a certain point, he felt numb. He was no longer crying, but his face was still tear-stained.

"I'm—" You shook your head. "How—" You sighed, "I'm not sure what's an appropriate question to ask or what is a proper thing to say. Obviously, you aren't okay. I was going to say I'm sorry, but that would just force you to comfort me, and that's not fair—"

"Y/n," He said your name so tenderly that it hurt your heart, "It's okay."

You wanted to argue, but his skin was sallow, and his under eyes were deep.

"Have you showered?" It was a stupid question with an obvious answer.

He only shook his head. He was scared that he would only cry if he opened his mouth.

He bit his lip; the pins and needles were starting.

"I can help get you cleaned up," You paused, searching for some kind of reaction, and when you didn't get one, you kept speaking, "If you're comfortable with that."

He shook his head, "I need to go to bed."

You didn't dispute.

The following days were filled with attempting to talk with the ghost of Sirius Black. He looked sickly, and his smile wasn't bright. You, of course, understood why, but it felt wrong being in the presence of Sirius without actually... being in his presence.

He was quiet. Sirius Black was in the same house as James Potter and was silent.

It was unnerving because you had known this boy for years and had never seen him so robotic.

Sirius would smile when he felt it was appropriate, but it never reached his eyes—it barely reached his cheeks.

He said "Hello" when he saw you, and you were fed up when he called you Ma'am.

"Sirius!" You snapped, he flinched, and your heart broke.

"I'm sorry," You cooed. "Oh, I'm so sorry, my love," You continued.

My love, you had called him.

He only nodded.

"We need to talk about... this," You gestured between you and him, "Why did you call me Ma'am? I'm your friend, no?"

"You're my friend. It's just—" He sighed, shaking his head, "Never mind."

You wanted to groan but kept your composure and swiftly ended the conversation.

Sirius was spent. All the lying finally caught up to him.

He was scared that he would slip through the cracks—that the sea monster would thrash in the waves, creating a tsunami, eventually destroying everything around it.

"Sirius?" You knocked on the door.

He spoke, voice weak, "Come in."

"How are you doing?" You took a seat on his bed.

"Good." He smiled, but as you continued to stare at him—neutral expression on your face—he started to frown.

"Sirius?" You asked once more, "How are you doing?"

He was biting his lip, "Bad." He was able to choke out.

You frowned, and it was exactly what he was scared of. He didn't need pity.

"Is there anything I can do?" You smiled, "I could read you a bedtime story every night, tuck you in. Yeah, I like the sound of that." An attempt to lighten the damp, heavy mood.

He laughed. You made Sirius laugh, and it was a sound you were yearning for.

You smiled at the gleeful noise.

"Yes, a bedtime story would do the trick," He smirked at you—teeth barred, a glint in his eye.

Oh, how you missed that classic Sirius Black smirk.

"So, do you want to talk about it?"

"Y/n," He sighed, "No."

"Sirius, there's no harm in opening up. Let me in," You pleaded.

"Y/n," His voice was stern, "No."

"Why?"

"Because you'll leave."

You had never seen him like this—quiet voice, hunched into himself. He looked like a hurt child, which you supposed he was.

At his very centre, Sirius Black was just a wounded child too scared to ask for help.

"No," You shook your head, "No, I won't leave."

He looked at you with teary eyes, "Yes, you will. I just— I'm okay. I have to be okay. If I'm not okay, everyone will see me, Y/n. Nobody can see me." He was shaking his head from side to side.

"Sirius, open up. I'm here for you. I won't leave. You're a human," You paused to walk over to him, "Humans have emotions, and that's okay."

"Yeah?" He asked, hopeful.

"Yeah."

And, so, he opened up. How he thought someone would leave was beyond you until he explained it.

"Because Mother always told me emotions made you unlikeable, and they made you weak. She told me that I should lie about how I was feeling. If I showed her that I was anything but neutral or happy—but not too happy—she would get mad at me."

Your heart hurt.

Over the years, you fell in love with Sirius. You vividly remember writing him a note when he closed himself off after you confessed. It read as follows:

It's okay to fall in love. Sirius, I will make sure they don't hurt you. You can let your walls down and let yourself breathe, for I will never abandon you. I'll be here, and I'll hold you until you feel safe in someone else's arms. Until you feel safe in my arms.

Sirius, my dear, your limits for loving don't stop at the sky. Let yourself be free. It can be us until the end. I promise I won't leave, despite the grey. Damn your clouds of grey; I will be your sunshine. I will try to rid your mind of anxieties telling you I will leave. I will stay.

Sirius, your feelings are important and are something I won't disregard or push away. You're allowed to cry and smile and get upset and feel every emotion in between. I love you, and please believe me when I say that I won't leave your side for being human.

Soon, you got together. Despite the clouds of grey in life, you stayed positive. You kept Sirius upright—kept him from worrying.

But, soon enough, Hallowe'en '81 came, and Sirius's sea monster thrashed until it escaped. God, that night he had his Father's and his brother's eyes.

As he maniacally laughed with tears streaming down his face, he knew this was his fate.

In the end, Sirius Black was seen as a dedicated follower of The Dark Lord and a devoted member of The Noble House of Black.

In the end, Sirius Black couldn't escape his family line—he couldn't run away from his family line.

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