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luveline · 8 months

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if you’re not sick of the fainting fics yet would you write one with sirius? have a good day gorgeous <3

thank you for your request! i hope you have a good day too ♡ fem!reader

"Hey, sweet girl," Sirius says. A saccharine pet name said rather simply, smoke blown from either corner of his mouth. "You okay?"

You shrug your shoulders. Sirius sits in the shade, the dusk sunlight kissing the rubber toes of his shoes where he's laid his legs out over the steps into the house. "Did James finish my juice?"

Sirius scratches his eyebrow, weary not to burn himself with the cigarette held between his index and middle finger. Smoky whorls chase up the side of his face. "Uh, no, but Remus' boyfriend might have thinking it was his. Remus said he'll buy you two to replace it."

"I don't mind. Just. Think I might need the sugar."

Sirius squints at you, stubbing his cigarette out hurriedly against the stone steps and standing up. He's in sweats and one of your old t-shirts, blue hair dye staining up the left side like a superheated flame. "You still not feeling well?" he asks.

You offer your hand for holding. Sirius takes it, using the other to angle your face up toward the porch light.

"Say?" he murmurs, prompting you when you don't answer.

"I feel wobbly, Siri. Like I could faint. I know I won't, but I still feel rough," you say.

Sirius looks about as alarmed as a person can get, pulling you up the steps to the house he shares with his mates and down the hallway. "Not having that," he says as he goes, rubbing your cold fingers. "Don't worry. You'll feel better after some dinner. Let me make you a quick crumpet or something. Piece of toast?"

"I can wait until later on."

He drops your hand in favour of cupping your cheek. "No. Try and have something, my love. I have a bit of soreen here," —he turns away from you to rummage through the bread cupboard— "thick layer of butter and you'll be right."

You blink against a strange feeling, but it isn't something you can shuck off. A weight gathers in your hands and your knees go weak, and you think, Oh, I'm actually going to faint.

You manage to put your hands behind you and crumple that way, onto your bum rather than forward into Sirius' back. Your head clips a cupboard door and Sirius spins on the spot, soreen falling in a hurricane of crumbs by your leg.

"Fuck," he says, on his knees in an instant. You slouch unbidden, and you don't recall passing out, but one moment you're unfurling like a pill bug and the next you've been pulled flat onto your back. Sirius looks down at you in a panic. "Woah, hello. Don't do that again, yeah?"

"I don't think she really had a choice, mate."

You squint across the kitchen at James, one of Sirius' best friends and roommates. He approaches with a pillow from the lounge, dropping it by your head. "Get your head on that, babe," he says.

Sirius lifts your head onto the pillow, scowling. "Fucking christ. You need to keep me informed when you're about to go sledding across the kitchen, my love," he says. "We could've sat down. Had a breather."

"I didn't really know," you mumble. "My legs hurt."

"You're supposed to elevate them," James says. "Get your blood flowing more to your brain."

"Lift her legs then, James."

"She's your bird."

"I'm busy," Sirius says crossly, his hands tucked up by your neck. He turns away from James to give you his full attention, his incredulousness melding to a soft, sad worry. "What's the matter with you? I could've caught you if you'd said." He turns your face from the side. "Just take it easy for a bit, yeah? Do you feel tired?"

James sighs and grabs your legs to hoist in the air. You're too lethargic to fluster, though you gasp when your back starts to lift from the floor.

"James, you prick, don't deadlift her," Sirius scolds. His tone switches as soon as he meets your eyes. "You're alright," he says, thumbing along your jaw. "You'll be fine."

"This is too much fuss," you say breathlessly.

Sirius takes a deep, heaving breath. "Feel my heart," he says, holding your hand to his chest. "Feel that? You scared the fuck out of me. This is the correct amount of fuss."

He and James keep you there until Remus comes home with a two litre carton of orange juice to save you. "I think half an hour will do it," Remus says, all the tone of an eye roll without the action. "Get the poor girl off the floor. She has crumbs in her hair."

Sirius arranges you on the sofa, though really you're in his lap, James absconded for a rescue takeaway and Remus hoovering up the exploded soreen from the sounds of it. "Good thing you're poorly," Sirius says, smoothing your hair back to kiss your cheek. "I hate hoovering."

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daenysx · 3 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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moonstruckme · 7 months

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do you think you could write poly!marauders just having a calm morning with a gn reader plz? like they lie in a bit and go sit on the couch for breakfast or smthn like that? i’m loving your fics btw babes, reading them everyday LMAO.

also do you think i could be the 🌶️ anon plz? i’m peppers_library, but i can’t request with that account!

Absolutely you can, my love! And this is suchhhh a sweet idea. I can't seem to help making Sirius a nuisance lately, so I'm a bit worried I've missed the mark on a calm morning, but I hope you like it <3

poly!marauders x gn!reader ♡ 907 words

You rise to consciousness slowly, roused by a slight movement at your back. You turn in Sirius’ arms with a soft whining sound.

“Sorry,” Remus whispers. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“S’okay,” you murmur, cracking an eyelid. Buttery morning light has infiltrated the cracks in your curtains, illuminating Remus angelically from behind. It turns the rumpled ends of his hair golden, and when you cup the back of his head to give him a kiss, it’s warm as a cat’s fur after laying in the sun. Remus makes a satisfied humming sound, hands snaking around your waist to bring you closer as he kisses lazily at your bottom lip.

“Oi,” Sirius grumbles, arm tightening around you and halting Remus’ progress, “get your own.”

“James left to go on a run already,” Remus replies.

“Doesn’t matter. I had them first.”

“Wait, has he really?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbow to see over Remus. Sure enough, there’s only a faint indentation in the sheets where you’d supposed James to be sleeping. “I think I’m going to try and make muffins before he gets back,” you decide, starting to get up, but Sirius keeps you, his arm surprisingly unmovable around your middle.

“That sounds lovely,” Remus says, watching amusedly as you try to pry Sirius’ fingers from your t-shirt. “Should I make us some tea as well?”

“No,” Sirius protests, reaching around you to clamp his other hand around Remus’ forearm. “Neither of you can leave me, it’ll get cold in here.”

Remus extricates himself from Sirius’ grip with little effort, standing and leaving you to fend for yourself. “You’re welcome to get up too, Pads.”

Sirius casts his head forlornly into the juncture of your neck as he moans, “But it’s so early.”

You make another attempt at escape, and Sirius rolls over you with a vitality that defies his claims of lethargy, pinning you under his weight. “Siri,” you laugh, cupping his face with one hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “you can’t keep me here, honey.”

He all but ignores your tenderness, looking down at you obstinately. “Can’t I?”

“Don’t you want muffins? I’ll let you pick the flavor, so long as we have the ingredients for it.”

Sirius frowns pensively. “Those blueberries haven’t gone bad yet, have they?”

You grin. “Nope.”

Time is on your side this morning. James slips in and goes straight to the shower just as you’re setting the timer on the oven, emerging eucalyptus-scented and in his pajama bottoms when the muffins are cooling on the counter.

“Smells good in here,” he says as he comes into the kitchen, stopping short when he sees you like you’re not in the same disheveled state you were when he left. “Oh, sweetheart, what’re you trying to do to me?”

“James.” You take a tentative step back, all too familiar with the glint in his eyes. “It’s just a t-shirt.”

It’s no use; he’s hauled you up onto the counter before you can take another breath, pushing between your legs with both hands on your ass. “Don’t play coy with me.” He nips at the underside of your jaw, drawing frenetic giggles out of you. “You put those legs on display on purpose.”

“Let them go, you neanderthal,” comes Sirius’ hypocritical call. “Bring us the muffins while they’re still warm.”

James grants you one, sweet kiss to soothe the damage he’s done to your face before giving you a conspiratorial look. “So demanding,” he says lowly, but helps you down from the counter.

“Finally,” Sirius says as you enter, as though the plate of muffins isn’t still steaming. “What was the point of getting out of bed if I can’t have muffins or cuddles?”

James doesn’t hesitate to indulge him, sidling up to the other boy and holding a muffin under his nose as a temptation. You sit on the floor next to Remus, taking the cup of tea he offers you gratefully. He’s already resumed his work on the puzzle you’d started the night before, which both James and Sirius claim they’re going to “win” despite neither of them having the patience to put much work into it. You pick up an oddly colored piece, studying the picture on the box alongside your pensive boyfriend.

“Doesn’t look like the same brown as the tree, does it?” he murmurs.

“No. Maybe the fence, though?”

“Ah.” He takes the piece from you, putting it in its place with a satisfying click. “Nice one, love.”

“What a couple of nerds,” Sirius drawls, and you look up to find he’s moved into James’ lap, being fed pieces of blueberry muffin like a prince. “How’d we end up dating such losers, Prongs?”

“I don’t know,” James says consideringly. “They make us tea and muffins, so that’s not bad.”

“I’ll allow that the muffins and tea are perks, definitely.”

Remus drags his attention from the puzzle to give Sirius a deadpan look. “You seemed alright with us this morning,” he reminds him. “But I suppose Y/N and I could go handle our nerd business elsewhere, if it suits you.”

“No need to leave me, too. I’m not in his camp,” James says, though he breaks off another piece of muffin to give him.

Sirius rolls his eyes, chewing the muffin before giving you and Remus a benevolent smile. “I suppose we’ll keep you around.” He winks at you. “Thanks for the muffins, darling.”

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underoospeterparker · 3 months

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hii

can you please write a sirius black x reader fic where reader is like constantly cold, and sirius runs super hot and reader is constantly cuddled up next to him to stay warm?

this is my first sirius black fic!- 0.3k words

"Siri," you whispered over the consistent humming of the television, nudging him softly. "It's so cold."

He turned to look at you for a moment, a concerned frown on his face as he looked you over. He wrapped you in his arms, then all but shrieked from your temperature.

"Shit, you're freezing, lovely," Sirius said, his voice panicky as he tried to pull you closer, hands roaming around your body.

Warmth seeped into your aching muscles and you sighed in pleasure. Sirius shot you an exasperated look but still tightened his hold around you.

"Why are you always so warm?" you asked, your voice quiet, head lolling against his shoulder.

He took a note of your tiredness and reminded himself to get both of you to bed earlier. No doubt you had pushed yourself too hard today. "Why are you always so cold?" he countered, his voice half teasing and half genuinely worried.

"Dunno," you murmured, your voice muffled by his sweater. "It's freezing outside, maybe that's why."

"Honey," Sirius said, an amused smile on his face, "you were inside all day with the heater on."

Rolling your eyes, you pressed yourself further into his chest, almost wanting to meld your bodies together. He made a soft murmur of appreciation and reached under your shirt to rub soothing sweeps up and down your back.

"Thank you," you managed, ear pressed against his heart. You thought about it for a second, then added, "you're the best boyfriend ever."

He laughed, but his heart squeezed in his chest when you murmured a soft, "I love you, Siri."

His voice almost broke when he whispered it back. "I love you too, sweetheart. Get some rest, okay?"

Your voice was almost inaudible now, and he had to ask you to repeat yourself. "You won't go, right?"

He felt his heart split clean in two. "No, I'm not going anywhere, love. Staying right here." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on the top of your head. Sirius listened to your breathing become softer until sleep pulled him under too, content in your arms.

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moralesluvr · 11 months

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JUST YOU AND ME | MORALES ❥

♡ pairings & aus: miles morales x fem!afrolatina!reader ♡ summary: miles is late to your date again, even after you've called numerous times. is his excuse really a good one, or have you had enough? ♡ warnings: miles being secretive, reader being all sad, a little angst with a happy ending! ♡ a/n: first miles fic! lmk how you like it! ♡ got a request? | masterlist in the works! ♡

YOU LOOKED IN the mirror with piercing eyes, judgingly nitpicking your third outfit choice of the night. Your arms fell by your sides in defeat, a freshly manicured thumb slipping into the waistband of your onyx Dior skirt. Although you were sure you could’ve found a better outfit, time was plotting against you, Twirling on your heel, you examine your final choice of outfit before your lips curl into a merely satisfied knot, “It’ll do.”

Strutting over to your closet, you quickly grab a pair of knee-tall, heeled boots, along with your leather jacket and a silver bag. Anxiety courses through your veins when your reminder goes off on your phone, Siri’s monotone voice reading aloud- “Date with Miles, 6:30 pm.”

A string of curses tumble off your lips as you hurriedly sat on the half-deflated bean bag chair that was tossed in the corner of your room for a reason. You unzipped your boots, slipping them on quickly before requesting that Siri call your boyfriend while you tried to scavenge for your keys.

“Calling ‘Mi corazón.’” Siri announced, the poorly spoken Spanish filling your ears. You chuckled as the phone rang, nimble fingers wrapping around your car keys and the keychain that Miles got for you. It was a picture of you two hugging in black in white, the back reading, “I love you.”

“Hello?” You heard your lover groggily mumble from the other side of your room.

“Hey baby!” You shouted from afar, slipping your bag onto your shoulders, “You about ready to go? You weren’t sleeping, were you?”

You heard Miles grumble, accompanied with shuffling of sheets, “Uh, no, no- of course not, mi amor. Me levantaré, lo prometo.”

“I BELIEVE YOU, BUT MILES, PLEASE DON’T BE LATE.” You whispered, mouth moving only scarcely as your top row of teeth sank into your bottom lip. You walk over to your nightstand and scoop your phone up, holding it up your ear, “Please. This is our fifth rescheduled date.”

“I know, I know,” Miles murmurs, “Lo siento, mami- I’ll be there. I promise.”

“Oh? You promise? I better see you in thirty, then.” You almost chuckle, but the seriousness strained in your voice overpowered the comedic aspect of your statement. You blew a kiss into the phone, “Te amo. Leaving now.”

“Te amo tambien.” Miles says, the line going dead.

You stuff your phone into your purse and head for your front door, calling out to whomever was home that you were going out and should be back before ten. You shut the door behind you, stepping out into the spring sun, its bright aura soaking every inch of your skin. You smile, walking over to your car and getting inside.

You slam your car door shut, waltzing over to the fancy restaurant that awaited before you. The lights inside were dimmed with elegance, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that shone brightly atop minimalistically decorated tables. You opened the door to the place as two women dressed in all black greeted you with bright smiles and preppy ‘Hello!’s.

“Hi, I have a reservation tonight for two at 7:00?”

The blonde out of the two checks her iPad, nodding when she sees your reservation, “Y/N, correct?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Right. Follow me, please!”

You stay close behind the girl as she leads you to your table. She gestures for you to sit, “Here you are. My name is Mimi if you need anything, I’ll be back to take your order when the other person gets here. Enjoy!”

You smile at her as you sit down, “Thank you so much.”

She disappears into the darkness behind the restaurant while you wait idly, fingers tapping against the soft material of the table’s cloth. The clock on the wall reads 6:47, meaning that Miles has exactly thirteen minutes before he’s officially late. Or, right on time.

Minutes pass, each second feeling like half of an eternity. You reach for your purse that rests on your chair, your fingers wrapping around your phone. You fish it out and click on Miles’ contact, bringing the device up to your ear.

You expect him to answer, to be on the other side of the phone, to ask where you were sitting because he was already there. Ready to make it up to you.

But instead, his voicemail rang through your ears. You were worried at this point– what else could he possibly be doing?

You click on the messaging app, eyelashes batting in an attempt to blink away the tears that were brimming in the underskirts of your eyes.

[you] to mi corazón: hey where are you? [you] to mi corazón: miles? [you] to mi corazón: it’s like 7:10. are you in traffic or sum? lmk read.

Your jaw swung open when you saw that he left you on read. Was he mad at you? Was it a family emergency? Why was he blowing you off?

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into an hour. You waited up for him in hopes that he would walk through those doors dressed up, flowers in hand, telling you why he was late for your date that he promised he wouldn’t be late to or miss.

But that never happened.

You had already eaten and paid by the time the clock hit half past eight. You rose out of your seat and bid the friendly waitresses adieu, slipping a twenty onto the front counter on your way out.

Your heart was breaking in your chest. This was now the sixth time that Miles had blown you off on a date, and you were fed up with the apologies that had no meaning or a valid excuse. On the way home, all your happy memories with your boyfriend flashed before your eyes. All the times he held you, comforted you, kissed you. Did all those things even matter now? Clearly not.

When you unlocked the door, your mother was propped up on a chair at the island, glasses on the tip of her nose as she read. Her eyes drifted to your sad ones as you walked in.

“¿Estás bien mija?” She cocked her head to the side, “Where’s Miles?”

Sighing, you sunk into the velvety cushions of your couch, “I don’t know, mama, he blew me off again.”

“Ese niño…I’m sorry, mija.”

You give her a downturned smile as you rise to your feet, “It’s okay, really, I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”

Your mother starts to say something, but you’re already halfway up the stairs before she can even get the first word out. You slam your door shut and the tears immediately fall, warming your cheeks.

Throwing your bag onto your bed, you unzip your boots with a sniffle, tossing them onto your oh-so-useless beanbag. You slip out of your jacket and throw that on top of the boots, plopping onto your bed.

You felt hopeless.

You curled up into a ball for what seemed like hours on end, scrolling through social media mindlessly in an attempt to distract you from today’s earlier events, although all you could think about was Miles.

You slipped underneath your throw blanket and closed your eyes before you heard two familiar voices sounding from your living room.

“...ten cuidado mijo. Creo que está molesta, pero yo también lo estaría.”

“Yo entiendo. ¿Puedo ir a verla?”

You perked up when you heard your boyfriend’s voice. Why was he here? It was nearly eleven o'clock.

“Sí, pero si está durmiendo, no la molestes. Ella te quiere, lo sabes. Cuida, por favor.”

The air is thick with silence for a moment before you hear footsteps approach your bedroom door. You curl up into a ball and contemplate whether or not you were going to let your boyfriend in, or pretend to be asleep.

Two soft knocks sound from the other side of your door, “Amor? Hey, it’s me…Miles. Are you asleep? Espero que no…” he mutters the last part.

You sigh, starting for the door sheepishly, your fingers turning the knob as you opened the door.

His eyes immediately met yours. They were a little red, and at first, you didn’t notice the purple bruise forming on the outskirts of his eye. You bring your fingers up to it slowly, and he flinches when you touch him.

“Miles, come here.” You murmured, walking into your bedroom and plopping onto your bed. He follows, shutting the door behind him. He crawls next to you, arms open, ready to engulf you in his embrace– but you just stare at him half-heartedly.

“I know–”

“Explain.” You cut him off, “Now.”

He sighs, “Mami…I know I owe you one. It wasn’t right for me to blow you off, but somethin’ came up and I really couldn’t get out of it. For real.”

Your fingers come up to rub your temples out of stress and annoyance, your lack of patience showing through your blank expression.

“I’m trying to understand, but this isn’t making any sense. No me mientas, por favor. Just tell me the truth and I won’t be mad, swear.” You huffed, waiting on him to give you the truth that you had been waiting for since months ago. All this time being wasted, all these promises coming to the surface as lies, all these–

“I’m Spider-Man.”

The sentence shocks you so bad that you almost throw up. Your eyes stretch into the size of saucers, “You what?”

“I’m..Spider-Man.” Miles repeats. You think it’s a practical joke by the way he just said it so blunt, but something about his demeanor screamed that he was telling the truth. You cock your head to the side, “Dios…you better explain this to me right now!”

Miles nearly whines your name to get you to stop overreacting. You’re nearly fuming, and nervous and confused all at once– so honestly, who could blame you?

“I was bitten by some weird spider when I was painting a while ago. And then basically, I got all these sick spider powers, and that’s why I’m always gone. I’m sorry– I should’ve told you earlier, but I just wanted to protect you, precioso.”

Suddenly, it all made sense. The random disappearances, the bruises and cuts, the not-so-hidden suit that you accidentally found around October. It was Miles’ lucky day, because he said that it was just a “late minute backup costume” for Halloween.

“Oh..I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” You murmured, scooching closer to your boyfriend. You brought your hand up to his eye again, and this time, he didn’t flinch. Your thumb grazed his eyelid, “Stay and hold me? No spider stuff tonight?”

“No spider stuff tonight, cariño.” He wraps his arms tightly around you as you bury your head in his chest, legs intertwined in between his, “Just you and me.”

Your eyelashes bat before you find yourself falling asleep, the last thing you feel being Miles’ lips plant a soft kiss onto your forehead.

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agent-tempest · 1 year

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My favorite fanfics!

Loki Friggason [Marvel]

Dancing in the dark (with you between my arms) by @holymultiplefandomsbatman [Fluff]

Paper rings by @cherryrogers [Pure fluff]

Back in your arms by @sarahscribbles [starts angsty but happiest fluffiest ending]

Remus Lupin [Marauders Era]

I don't want them. I want you by @theemporium [Fluff, Marriage, Drunk!Remus]

You are in love by @starstruckmoony [fluff]

Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]

Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]

Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]

Jealous Prof!Reader by @turvi [Fluff, wife!Reader]

Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]

Remus saying "I love you" to the for the first time by @theemporium [xReader, pure fluff]

Remus taking care of Drunk!Reader by @theemporium [Potter!Reader, Drunk!Reader, Soft Remus]

Remus being soft only with reader near fullmoons by @lizard-onawindowpane [Pure fluff]

Calm after the storm by @earthgirl616 [enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds]

Pinky Promise by @jamespottersdaisy [Pre and Post Moon!Remus, Remus and reader have a fight]

Our Band Part 1 Part 2 by @wzrd-wheezes [Marauders Band AU, Barista!Reader]

Kaz Brekker [Grishaverse]

Deadly fever by @webslinger-holland [mentions of severe illness, mentions of traumatic childhood, mentions of needles and bloodletting]

Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]

There was this boy... by @mcntsee [Fluff]

Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]

Peter Parker [TASM]

Worth Saving by @fettuccin-e [Hurt/Comfort]

Sirius Black [Marauders Era]

I think he knows by @theemporium [potter!reader, fluff, James being a Mood]

Words that slip through by @padfootagain [Fluff, tiny bit of Angst(?)]

For your family by @padfootagain [Fluff, Arrange marriage trope, Soulmate au]

Forced by @sirisuorionblack [Fluff, Arrange Marriage trope, toxic household]

Sirius wants a hug, but doesn't know how to ask by @gtgbabie0 [Fluff, touchstarved Sirius]

Everything has changed by @once-upon-an-imagine [Fluff, Lupin!Reader, Jilly Wedding]

Sirius being jealous of a cat by @theemporium [fluff, jealous!Sirius and *in steve's voice* Language]

A cozy rainy night with Sirius by @theemporium [pure fluff]

James Potter [Marauders era]

Stop flirting with the nurse, it's embarrassing by @perpetuallydaydreaming [Fluff, Siri & Pete being melodramatic]

First Impressions by @jackie5656 [Fluff, Descriptions of assault and attempted assault]

Just to Kiss by @chrryhrt [Frat!James x Reader, Idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, small mention of alcohol]

Regulus Black [Marauders era]

Coward by @sirisuorionblack [Hurt/comfort, Arrange marriage trope, acedemic rivals]

Moon Boys [Moon Knight, Marvel]

Jake Lockley- Cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance by @wysteria-clad [Fluff]

Jack Lockley- dlz by @ichorai [Angst, mild fluff, marriage au]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Clumsy by @marvelsswansong [fluff]

Marc, Steven and Jake- Secret Identities Part 1 Part 2 by @bensolosbluesaber [Fluff, reader is an Avenger]

Benedict Bridgerton [Bridgerton]

Matchmakers by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Not for him by @iwritefandomimagines [Platonic!Anthony playing matchmaker, Fluff, slight angst]

Second son by @fayes-fics

Druig [Eternals, Marvel]

Druig x Reader by @siempre-bucky [fluff]

Stephen Strange [Marvel]

July 19th by @frostandflamesfanfic [Fluff, Strange being a dad to America]

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kquil · 8 months

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🍪 : cookie for Sirius opening up about his family issues

A/N : this is very much a reverse comfort fic, sirius deserves all the love, okay?! and we're gonna give it to him gosh dang it! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

“Oh Sirius…” you mourn for your close friend as a creeping guilt climbs into your chest and snares your heart. The squeeze around your heart pauses your breath only to release it shakily, “I’m so sorry,” with your soft hands, you reach up to hold his face gently but he still doesn’t meet your eyes. It makes your heart break but you don’t know that it isn’t because he’s upset by your pressure for answers. He was behaving oddly, after all; it wasn't unwarranted.

No, it’s not that; he’s ashamed. You, out of all people, didn’t need to know about his situation at home. Sirius doesn’t think he’ll be able to stomach ever looking you in the eyes again, scared of what he’ll see reflected in them.

Why can’t his family stop tormenting him even at Hogwarts, where he’s supposed to be free? Free with the Marauders, free with you…

“You have nothing to be sorry for…” he finally speaks, voice exhausted and lacking his usual playfulness.

“I’m sorry I made you tell me something you weren’t ready to share!” you insist on apologising. Maybe for your own selfish reason to make him understand that you were mistaken and that you would take it back if you could. Or something else entirely. There are many reasons for why you’re apologising but the words seem to escape you. From your racing mind, hammering heart and overwhelming worry, it was hard to narrow things down, think coherently and voice your thoughts rationally.

So lost in your distress over his predicament and figuring out what to say next, just so you could comfort him properly, you didn’t see that he recognises your worry and anger. You were too overwhelmed by concern over his current state. Just from that, he was able to understand that him and his well-being is all that mattered to you. It makes a smile tug at his lips, from both relief and gratitude. He pulls you close by the waist and buries his face into your hair.

“Hug me,” he whispers and you instantly do as he says, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a big squeeze, “play with my hair…” he refers to what you always do when everyone relaxes by the common room fireplace before curfew; without a word, you do as he says, “compliment me,”

“You’re a great friend, Siri…” he smiles into your hair, hearing full confidence in your voice and adores that you always flatter him on non-superficial aspects.

“Embrasse-moi,” he sneakily requests in french, knowing full well that you wouldn’t understand.

“What was that?” you whisper, pulling back to look up at him with an adorable tilt of your head. He doesn’t say a word and, instead, captures your lips in a sweet sweet kiss.

Translation

Embrasse-moi : Kiss me

1K MILESTONE EVENT | NAVI.

#☀︎ : 1k milestone #☀︎ : 1k #🍪 : cookie 1k #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #sirius black imagine

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outtoshatter · 3 months

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today we are spotlighting the wonderful @elisela! She has so many lovely fics to choose from!

Bite Sized:

workday mornings | G | 631 tags: domestic fluff, alternate universe Summary: “Then we have the thing at six,” Stiles calls out, setting his coffee cup on the island before hastily removing it and wiping the ring of coffee it had left behind before it sinks into the marble and causes a permanent stain. He glares down at his damp hand, sets the cup on a dish towel he probably should have hung up the night before, and crosses to the sink.

half of my soul (as the poets say) | G | 920 tags: alternate universe, long distance, fluff Summary: He yanks the pillow next to his over his face and gropes for his phone on the nightstand. “Siri, call Derek,” he directs, voice scratchy. Calling is such a familiar motion that he could probably navigate the screen without looking at it, but the last thing he wants is to mess up and be forced to talk to someone else at 4:36 in the morning.

thirty-six | G | 541 tags: alternate universe, established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: "Do you know how it feels to have someone change their whole life just to make you happy?” Derek asks. Stiles takes a cautious step into the room, plate of sandwiches in hand, but his husband doesn’t even look at him. His eyes are fixed on the opposite wall, staring at the mural so new that Stiles swears he can still smell the paint.

follow through | M | 606 tags: college, professor Derek, coach Stiles, established relationship Summary: The force with which Stiles slams the paper down on the desk causes a coffee cup to rattle on its coaster, and he takes a moment to despair that he’s in love with an idiot who insists on using coasters despite the desk being treated like garbage by every professor who had used it for the past thirty years.

Not right now, though. Right now, he’s decidedly not in love, and most definitely pissed.

hold you through | G | 956 tags: emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Derek’s fallen asleep again.

Over 1k:

Almost nothing | E | 2k tags: porn without plot, smut Summary: Sometimes it takes almost nothing—

—Derek’s hand will close around his hip, Stiles will kiss him and fist a hand in the back of his hair, tugging until Derek’s head is tilted up and he can bite down in the junction of his shoulder.

—Stiles will crowd up against Derek while he’s doing dishes, or folding clothes, slinging an arm around his waist and playing with the button on his jeans, and Derek will reach behind him and pull him closer.

wild about you | G | 1k tags: human AU, meet cute, sports Summary: Derek scowls at her even as he accepts the corner of the poster, gingerly, even though he knows he’ll be covered in pink glitter within two minutes. The edges are tattered from being crushed in too many hands, crepe paper flowers smashed against the glass in front of him often enough that they’re pressed flat. Everything about it screams it was made by Allison’s kindergarten class, except for the careful bubble letters perfectly centered: Marry me, Stiles Stilinski.

West coast swing | G | 1k tags: alternate universe-sports, developing relationship, fluff Summary: Somewhere in the air over Colorado, Derek gets cold feet.

here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed | T | 7k tags: canon compliant, post-movie, fix-it Summary: Stiles doesn’t go home right away.

The urge is there—when he answers the phone to Lydia’s shaking voice, when he gets the text from his dad, when he stares out at the sun glowing soft peach and golden over the buildings in D.C. and he thinks about Derek never seeing another sunrise. It’s there weeks later when he gets a check from the Estate of Derek Hale, when he crumples it up and throws it in the trash, when he fishes it out an hour later and tries to salvage it by weighing it down with a book from the Hale vault.

It’s there, it’s there, it’s there.

Stiles doesn’t listen to it.

Because Stiles isn’t going back to Beacon Hills to say goodbye.

mountain man | G | 1k tags: bookstore, getting together, fluff Summary: “Mountain man is here,” Scott whispers in his ear, hands gripping Stiles’ shoulders as he carefully moves behind him in the narrow space. “Biographies.”

Bonus- Over 10k!:

you can wear my sweater (if I can have your heart) | T | 12k tags: sports, hockey player Derek, soccer player Stiles, alive Hales, fluff Summary: “It’s fine,” Stiles says, but he stops at the bottom of the porch when Derek closes a hand around his elbow. His scent is evening out, mellowing from humiliation to embarrassment, and his heart skips a few beats when Derek touches him. “Really, I misread everything. Jordan said—” he stops, again, and Derek has to stop himself from asking because what Jordan said isn’t the most pressing issue.

“I thought you were joking,” he says, keeping Stiles’ arm still even as he starts to pull away. “Whatever Jordan said, he didn’t tell me. You’ve been teasing me for weeks, I didn’t think this was any different.”

Stiles turns to face him, and this time when he pulls his arm back, Derek lets go. “I’ve been asking you out for weeks,” he says, a thin trace of amusement through the resignation in his voice. “It’s fine, dude, just a misunderstanding. I’ll stop.”

Go check out elisela's AO3 page, where she has even more terrific fics to choose from! Remember to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe drop a comment!

#sterek #sterek fandom #teen wolf #author spotlight #elisela #derek hale #stiles stilinski #spotlight saturday #i am so sorry i didn't post this yesterday #i forgot what day it was

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aanoia · 4 months

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𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔

Sirius Black x reader day nineteen of christmas advent calendar words; you're not gonna believe this, 4,075 warnings; none really just crappy family this took me hours and I love it and i love life. this is a sorry for all the short fics :)

The mere thought of the Christmas season made Sirius sick to his stomach. He was so used to spending his Christmas’s hiding from his parents in his room, fear filling his body, that he could never shake the feeling of existential dread when the holiday was brought up.

He sat quietly at the table in the Great Hall as students ate their last Hogwarts meal before going home for Winter break. Christmas music was playing quietly and snow was magicked to fall from the ceiling, melting into nothing before it hit any surface. Sirius’ friends laughed loudly with each other, enjoying this day together before they would leave. Sirius wouldn’t. He’d stay at Hogwarts, alone, like every other year.

“Could we please pause, for a mere moment? And give our attention to the great Miss L/n, while she sings us a farewell song.” Dumbledore spoke loudly and the hall silenced, the only sound being forks scraping against plates. Dumbledore smiled and turned to the girl who sat on a stool, a muggle piano in front of her. He nodded and she thanked him.

“Hi, thank you, I promise I won’t keep you from your friends for long.” The girl said, her wand at her throat to make her voice louder. “I’d just like to sing you a muggle Christmas song, so we all leave Hogwarts happy and full of good food.”

The crowd laughed and Sirius rolled his eyes. In his eyes, she was just another witch privileged with a good family to go home to and have a good time with. And just like everyone else, she completely ignored the students who stayed at the castle for Christmas.

“Have yourself a merry little Christmas.” She sang softly and any murmurs that could be heard disappeared. Her voice was undoubtedly breathtaking. “Let your heart be light.”

Sirius sighed, “Hey, Prongs, I’m going back to the common room. Have a good Christmas.” He whispered to his best friend and James nodded.

“You too, Padfoot. Love you.” He focused back on the singer.

“Love you too.”

“Next year all our troubles will be miles away.” Was the last thing he heard before he shut the doors rather loudly and walked back to the common room.

The sky outside the common room was dark. The train had left hours ago, and the only Gryffindor left in the common room was Sirius. He sighed as he stared at the fire, mentally cursing himself for declining James' offer to spend Christmas with his family.

His head shot to the entrance as it opened quietly and the girl from the Great Hall walked in, a frown on her face. Sirius’ brows furrowed, he didn’t know she stayed for Christmas.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, not even realizing the words as they spilled from his mouth.

The girl cocked her head, “Uh, going up to my room, I believe. Is there a problem?”

Sirius blinked, “Uhm, no. Sorry.”

The girl nodded, “Alright then. Good night.” She said and began walking up the stairs to the girls dormitory.

“Your voice is beautiful.” Sirius winced, what in the world is he saying?

The girl turned her head and gave him a soft smile, he didn't notice the way his heart skipped a beat, “Thank you.”

Day one

The next morning, Sirius ate alone at the long Gryffindor table. He didn’t spare a glance as the doors opened, figuring it was just another Slytherin whose parents also sucked.

“May I sit here?” A voice asked and Sirius looked up to see the girl from before. “It seems as if we are the only Gryffindors who have decided to stay for Christmas.”

Sirius glanced along the table to find she was right, no other soul sat at the Gryffindor table. He nodded and motioned for her to sit down across from him.

“I’m Y/n, by the way.” She said with a smile.

“Sirius.”

“Oh, I know.” Y/n said, grabbing some toast.

“You do?”

Y/n laughed and Sirius swore it was the best thing he had ever heard, “I’m pretty sure the entire school knows you, Sirius.”

Sirius smiled, “I guess.”

“So, I’m not gonna ask why you're not going home, because obviously you aren’t allowed to ask me, but I would like to know why you aren’t going with Potter to his house?”

“How did you know he invited me?”

Y/n shrugged, sipping from her goblet, “Remus tells me everything.”

It clicked in his head, “Oh, I know you. Remus talks about you every once in a while.”

Y/n smiled, “All good things, I hope.”

Sirius grinned, “Nope. He talks about how evil you are, all the first years you drown in the lake.”

Y/n’s face got serious (pun intended), “He told you?”

Sirius nodded, “Yep.”

Y/n sighed, “And I really liked you. Oh well, I have to kill you now.”

“Awh, you like me.”

She grabbed a butter knife, “Not for long. I don’t like dead people. But, seriously (pun intended), why aren’t you going with Potter?”

“I don’t want to intrude on their family time.” Sirius shrugged. “Besides, I don’t like Christmas.”

Y/n dropped the thing of jam she had in her hand, causing a loud clatter. She winced as every set of eyes in the room locked on her.

“Everything alright, Miss L/n?” Dumbledore asked with a smile from the teachers table.

Y/n nodded, “Yes, professor, my sincerest apologies.” Sirius snickered and Y/n glared at him. “How do you not like Christmas?”

Sirius shoved some ham in his mouth, “No good memories from it.” He said with a mouth full.

Y/n grimaced, “Okay well, I don’t either, doesn’t mean I don’t love it. It’s so happy and cheerful.”

“Not for me.”

“Okay well then, it is now my mission to make this Christmas amazing for you. I have five days to get you into the Christmas spirit, are you ready?”

“I didn’t consent to this.”

“Does it look like I care?” Y/n deadpanned and Sirius sighed and nodded. Her face lit up. “Perfect! Okay, after breakfast, go put on a coat and some gloves and meet me in the common room.

Sirius walked down the stairs to the common room, coat, Gryffindor scarf, and gloves in hand. He smiled when he saw Y/n sitting on the couch by the fire, reading a book.

“What’re you reading?” He asked, sitting next to her as she looked up from the pages.

“Oh, a muggle Christmas book.” She said, showing him the cover.

Sirius nodded, “You really like Christmas, huh?”

“Love it. Let’s go.” She said, standing up and setting her book on the coffee table.

“Are you just gonna leave it there?” Sirius asked, afraid it would get stolen.

Y/n snorted, “There’s no one here to take it.”

“Oh, yeah.” Y/n grabbed Sirius’ hand and dragged him out of the common room and down the stairs. She led him to the snow covered courtyard and finally dropped his hand. They both found themselves missing the warmth.

“So, what now?” Sirius asked and Y/n smiled.

“Make a snow angel with me.” She said, plopping onto the snow.

“A what?” He asked as she began moving her arms and legs up and down.

“A snow angel.”

“What’s a snow angel?”

“Oh my Godric.” Y/n said in shock. “Okay, get on your back in the snow and just flail your limbs like this.” She said, continuing to demonstrate as Sirius laughed, but did as told.

He laid down, ignoring the cold on the back of his head as he moved his arms and legs up and down exactly how instructed.

“What’s the point of this?” He asked as they laid there, moving in sync.

“I’m not sure. It’ll be cute when it’s done though, I promise.”

“And how do we know it’s done?”

“We decide.”

“So can we be done?” He asked. “I want to see them.”

“Sure. Get up very carefully, try not to step on them and ruin it with your foot print.”

“Got it.” Sirius said and they both stood very carefully. Sirius smiled as he saw the imprints left. “They look like angels.”

Y/n nodded, “That’s probably why they’re called snow angels.”

Sirius shoved her gently, “Shut up.

She shoved him back, “They look like they’re holding hands.”

“You’re right, they do. Do you think they’re in love?”

“Probably. Can angels be in love?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Y/n looked at Sirius silently, “Was that supposed to be a-”

Sirius nodded, shushing the girl, “Yeah, it was pretty bad.”

“It was.” She agreed.

They stood in silence for a moment before they began to laugh.

“Okay, snowman time.” Y/n said.

“Do you think we could ice skate on the lake?” Sirius asked, gazing out to the lake.

“Uhm, not sure, I’d rather not try. It’s snowman time, though, so get in the zone. This is very serious.”

Sirius looked back at the girl, “Is it?”

She nodded, “Extremely serious.”

“Well, last time I checked I was Sirius, but I’ll let it slide.”

Y/n dead panned, “I hate you.”

“I don’t think you do.”

“You’re not funny.”

“I think I am.”

“Snowman.”

Sirius nodded, “Snowman.”

Y/n gasped, “We should make our snowmen be in love! Just like the angels, they can hold hands.”

Sirius laughed, “Whatever you wish, I suppose.”

Y/n immediately got to her knees and started rolling snow in a ball and Sirius mirrored her actions. Somehow, this girl had single handedly made him forget how much he hated Christmas for the day. It was a miracle, honestly, but he still couldn’t get rid of the sadness in his gut.

“Okay, here’s your hand.” Y/n said softly, feeling quite tired from the day.

“Thank you.” Sirius said, his tone matching hers. He stuck the branch into the snowman and bent it slightly so the end was touching Y/n’s snowman.

“They’re so cute.” Y/n smiled and Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, they are.”

“We should go back inside. I’m tired and cold.” She said and Sirius stood up, holding his hand out to hers. She took it and he helped her up, not letting go of her hand even after she was standing.

“Oh, look, your book is still there.” Sirius said as they entered the warm common room after eating dinner. Sirius still had her hand in his.

Y/n smiled, “I told you it wouldn’t get stolen.”

“Goodnight, Y/n. Thank you for today.” Sirius said.

“Goodnight, Sirius. Anytime.” She responded and walked up the stairs, untangling their hands. Again, they both immediately missed the warmth the other provided.

Day two

“We should try to ice skate on the lake.” Sirius said as they sat down at the table for breakfast.

“Sirius, we talked about this, I don’t think it’s safe.”

Sirius glanced at the teachers making their way past, “How about we ask? Professor Dumbledore, Minnie, do you think it’s safe to ice skate on the lake?”

The two professors looked at each other and shrugged, “I don’t see why not.” Professor McGonagall said.

“Have fun, be safe.” Dumbledore smiled and they continued walking.

Sirius grinned as he looked back at Y/n, “Looks like we are going to be ice skating.”

Y/n sighed, “Okay, fine. For the sake of Christmas.”

“Okay actually, I’m changing my mind.” Y/n said as she sat by the lake, ready to transfigure her ice skates back into her shoes.

“Y/n, come on. I’ll help you.” Sirius offered, skating to the edge of the lake and holding his hand out.

“Sirius.” She whined and he urged her to grab ahold of his hand. She finally obliged and took his hand. Immediately her feet began to slip out from under her and she grabbed tightly onto his arms to keep her steady.

“You got this. I believe in you.” Sirius said quietly as he began to move them around slowly.

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Who cries on Christmas?”

“We do.”

“Not this year, Y/n.”

Y/n looked up and met his eyes before nodding, “Yeah, not this year.”

“You’re doing great. I’m gonna speed up a little bit, just hold on tightly, alright?”

Y/n nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright.”

Sirius stayed true to his word and began to go quicker. Y/n began shaking less as she got more confident. It was all going good until a long, dark figure slithered under the ice. Y/n shrieked and kicked backwards, making her fall down as she dragged Sirius along with her.

“Oh my- what happened, are you alright?” Sirius asked and Y/n breathed heavily.

“I- yeah, um, I’m okay.” She stuttered, realizing how close his face was to hers.

Sirius cleared his throat and sat down beside her, a small laugh falling from his lips.

“What?” Y/n asked and Sirius smiled at her.

“You’re just funny.”

Y/n smiled sarcastically, “Awh, no you’re funny.” She paused. “Funny looking.”

Sirius put a hand on his heart, “You wound me.”

“You’ll get over it. Let’s try again.” She said, attempting to stand and just barely doing so successfully.

“Look at you.” Sirius smiled, standing up with her. “Now go forward, carefully.” Y/n took a few steps forward and eventually she was gently sliding on the ice.

“I’m doing it, SIrius, I’m doing it!”

Sirius nodded, skating circles around the girl, “You are.” He agreed with a smile as she laughed.

“This is so much fun!”

“I told you!” Sirius watched the girl with a fond smile. If there was a world record for the shortest amount of time it took for someone to fall in love, Sirius was sure he’d get it. It was the third day of knowing the girl, and he already found himself completely infatuated with her. She was perfect, surely.

Day three

“Today we’re going to Hogsmeade with the teachers.” Y/n said as Sirius sat down.

“Are we?” He asked.

“Yes. We’re going to look at some lights, do some shopping, and get a butterbeer.” She decided and Sirius nodded.

“Sounds good to me.” He said as owls began to swoop through the castle.

A small bundle of letters dropped in front of Y/n and Sirius and they each opened their respective ones.

The first one Sirius read was from James. He talked about how he and his parents wish Sirius went to their house for Christmas. The second was from Peter, who just asked how his break was going. The third was from Remus, who told him to treat Y/n right - she had sent him a letter telling him that they were getting along - and Sirius laughed.

The final one was from his parents and he froze. Y/n glanced up at his uneasy expression and her eyes flitted to the letter.

She carefully took the unopened parchment from his hands, “They don’t matter, Sirius.” She said quietly, throwing the letter to the side. “Let’s have fun.”

Sirius gave her an uneasy smile, “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s have fun.”

“Okay, you two. Be safe, don’t get into trouble.” Professor McGonagall instructed as they walked into Hogsmeade.

The two teens nodded, “Yes, professor.” Y/n said.

“Now, Minnie, when have I ever gotten into trouble?” Sirius asked and Professor McGonagall raised her brow.

“When have you ever not?” She responded curtly and walked to the three broomsticks.

“You think she’s meeting up with her husband?” Y/n asked.

“She’s married?” Sirius questioned as they walked down the street.

“I’d assume so. She’s beautiful and smart, why wouldn’t she be?”

Sirius shrugged, “Where are we going first?”

“Actually.” Y/n said. “I’m leaving you.”

Sirius glanced at her, “Why?”

“I need to get you a Christmas present, duh.”

He shook his head, “No, you can’t.”

“Why?”

“I’m not that important.”

Y/n laughed, “Don’t be silly. You’re very important. Meet me at the three broomsticks in an hour, alright?”

Sirius nodded, “Alright.”

“Don’t die.” Y/n called as she walked off.

“You too!”

Sirius sighed as he walked into a vintage shop at the end of the street. The bell rang quietly as the door closed and Sirius smiled at the woman at the front corner. His eyes flitted over the bucket of old black and white photos.

“Are you looking for something specific?” The lady asked and Sirius smiled.

“No. In fact, I’ve not no clue at all what I’m looking for.” He confessed and the lady smiled.

“Who are you shopping for?”

“A girl.”

“Do you love her?” She asked and Sirius laughed.

“That wouldn’t be far off.”

The woman hummed in thought before her eyes lit up, “You stay put, I might have the perfect gift for her.”

As Sirius waited, he flipped through the black and white pictures. He gazed at a picture of a man and woman in wedding attire and he flipped it over. ‘Just married! 7/24/36’ it read. He put the picture down with a smile and studied another one of two teenagers in their driveway, holding hands and seemingly on the way to a dance.

“Okay, sorry for the wait.” The lady hobbled back out and laid down a shimmering gold locket. “Here it is.”

“I think she’d absolutely adore this.” Sirius beamed and the woman smiled.

“Good. Take it.”

“How much?” Sirius asked, pulling out his wallet.

The woman waved him off, “Don’t be silly. It’s free, in the name of love.”

“No, you can’t-”

“Be off, I’m closing.” She said, pushing him towards the door.

“You don’t close until eig-”

She shut the door and flipped her sign to close, winking at him and walking off. He sighed and put the locket in his pocket, shivering as he made his way to the three broomsticks. He relished in the warmth as he opened the door and walked inside.

“Sirius, over here!” A voice said and he looked over to find Y/n sitting at a table already.

“You’re early, we still have half an hour.” He smiled as he sat down.

Y/n shrugged, “It didn’t take as long as I expected it to.”

“Shall I order the butterbeer?” Sirius asked and Y/n waved him off.

“No need, I already have. It should be here soon.”

“DId you have fun shopping?” Sirius asked with a smile.

Y/n nodded, “I think I bought you the perfect gift, you’re gonna love it a lot.”

“I think you’re gonna love yours too.”

“You got me a gift?”

Sirius laughed, “Did you really expect me to let you get me a gift and not get you one as well? You’re crazy.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Don’t be rude. So, do you officially love Christmas?”

“I don’t hate it.” Sirius confessed and Y/n smiled.

“Good enough, for now. Oh, thank you.” Y/n smiled as the waiter brought two glasses of butterbeer. She took a sip and Sirius burst out laughing. “What?” She asked. “Sirius! What is it?”

“You have- oh, Merlin.” He said, taking a deep breath. “You look great with a mustache, you should grow it out.” Y/n rolled her eyes and wiped her upper lip. “Oh, well now it’s all along your cheek.”

“Help me, please.”

Sirius leaned over the table and gently wiped her cheek with his thumb. He smiled proudly and pulled away.

“There you go, all better.”

“There’s nothing on your thumb. You’re a liar.” Y/n said with a grin.

Sirius shrugged, “And what about it?”

Day four

“Happy Christmas Eve, Y/n.” Sirius said, sitting down at the table.

“Happy Christmas Eve, Sirius. How are you this fine evening?”

“I’m quite well. What are we doing today?”

“Well, I thought we’d stay in today and then later tonight build a fort in the common room.”

Sirius smiled, “Will you sing me a song?”

Y/n laughed, “Maybe, if you’re lucky.”

“Fingers crossed.”

“Okay, you have every blanket and chair you could find?” Y/n asked, looking at the pile of blankets and chairs in the middle of the common room.”

Sirius nodded, “I stripped all of our beds and stole chairs from most of the dorms up there.”

“Okay, that’s good. Let’s start by moving these back.” Y/n said, motioning to the couch and armchairs.

The two worked together to push back the furniture and create their fort with the chairs and blankets. They laughed every time a chair fell and either one got tangled in sheets or blankets. Through all the hardship, after almost two hours of building their fort it was finally finished.

The two crawled under the fort and sat comfortably.

“Now, you sing me a song.” Sirius said, motioning towards the guitar Y/n had brought.

Y/n sighed and grabbed the guitar, “Alright, what song?”

Sirius shrugged, “Sing the same song you sang before everyone went home. I left before you could finish.”

Y/n strummed her guitar with a laugh, “I know, you slammed the doors.”

Sirius winced, “I’m sorry.”

Y/n smiled, “Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be light.”

Sirius watched with a soft smile as she sang, glancing down at her guitar every once in a while.

“Once again as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us, will be near to us once more.”

Her eyes sparkled, “Someday soon we will all be together, if the fates allow. Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow. So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.”

There was a moment of silence before Sirius spoke, “You’re beautiful.”

Y/n blushed, “Sirius.”

Sirius hummed.

“I love being around you.” She said softly.

“Y/n.”

She hummed.

“I love being around you, too.”

“That’s good.”

“Do you think we could always be around each other?”

“I definitely do.” Y/n nodded.

“Y/n?” Sirius asked.

Y/n hummed.

“Do you think I could kiss you?”

“I definitely do.”

Sirius gently moved the guitar to the side and cupped Y/n’s cheek, pulling her closer and placing a soft kiss on her lips. The kiss was sweet and slow, nothing but genuine passion.

Sirius smiled once they pulled away, “Maybe Christmas isn’t so bad.”

Day five

Sirius gently shook awake the girl next to him, “Y/n, wake up.” He said quietly and the girl's eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, hello.” She said with a smile.

“Happy Christmas, Y/n.”

“Happy Christmas, Siri.”

“Do you want your gift?” Sirius asked and Y/n shook her head.

“No, you open yours first.” She said reaching over and pulling out a neatly packed bag

Sirius laughed, “Okay, okay.” He took the present and took out the tissue paper and gasped. “Y/n, this is like a gazillion galleons.” He said, pulling out the leather jacket.

Y/n smiled, “Not quite. Do you like it?”

Sirius nodded, “I love it! But now you have to open mine.”

He demanded, pulling out the small wrapped box.

Y/n carefully unwrapped the present and took the lid off of the small box. It was her turn to gasp at the shiny golden metal.

“Sirius.” She breathed out, gently taking the locket from the box. “It’s beautiful.”

“Reminds me of someone.” Sirius said. “Can I help you put it on?” Y/n nodded and handed him the necklace, turning around and lifting up her hair. Sirius clasped the necklace around her neck and sealed it with a soft kiss.

“I love it, thank you so much.”

Sirius smiled, “I’m glad you like it. Thank you for mine, as well. It's official, I love Christmas.”

Sirius and Y/n laughed quietly to each other as students filled the Great Hall once again. They sat next to each other, rather closely, as they looked over a muggle paper, laughing at all the drama involved.

“Uhm, hello again, Pads, who’s this?” A voice asked and the pair looked up to see James, a smiling Remus, and a nonchalant Peter.

“Ah, Prongs, this is Y/n, my girlfriend.”

James cocked his head, “I left you for two weeks and you got yourself a girlfriend?”

Sirius smiled and looked at Y/n as she talked to Remus, “Yeah, I guess I did.”

James shook his head with a laugh, “You are one of a kind, Pads.”

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thetwelfthcrow · 5 months

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welcome everyone to 4433 fic recs, a list of my personal favorite fics for the Lewis Hamilton/Max Verstappen ship. whether you're new to the ship or are looking for some rereads, this list is for you. not a shipper? give it a shot i'd say!

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three small daisies by this_is_my_associate_mr_mc_clap_yo_handz | NR | 22,4k | complete discussions of sexuality / max is sad / lewis is confused / coming out / post AD21

When Lewis opens the door to his Monaco apartment he’s expecting a blender, not Max Verstappen thrusting a box of cupcakes at him in apparent offering.

the entire history of us by supercup | E | 16,5k | complete canon divergence / enemies to lovers / getting together / red bull!lewis

“I think,” Max says, eyes fixed on his fingers trailing along Lewis’ skin. “You think about things too much.” He looks up, meets their eyes. “Don’t think about it so much.”

sub rosa by mercyedes| E | 6,9k | complete secret relationship / little bit of exhibitionism / blow jobs / semi-public sex

siri play whistle by flo rida it's literally just lewis sucking dick in the merc garage, i would never deceive you <3

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60,2k | complete magical realism / horror / hurt/comfort / pining / drug use / alcohol use

After Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen walk away unscathed from an inexplicable crash, they discover that their cars are turning into solid gold, piece by piece. Meanwhile, with a mysterious new investor onboard, Williams Racing sees a meteoric rise back to the top of the grid.

Negotiate by sainzjrs | E | 2,6k | complete high society / wealth

It’s blinding, bleeding and bending Max into someone else.

little lion man by Anney | M | 9,8k | complete getting together / hurt comfort / happy ending

If he had to pinpoint where it all began, Lewis would not know what to say. Perhaps it started with a chance encounter in a supermarket in Monaco, or maybe with the first date that followed, which neither of them would admit was a date (but which they both definitely count as one). Max would say it started because of the cherry-flavoured lube. But if Lewis had to choose a specific time and place where it all began—for him, at least—he’d say Silverstone. (Not that Silverstone.) - The story of how Lewis and Max fell in love, without realizing, and almost fell apart. Almost.

I just hate the way I miss you (and the way it hits me at night) by Missha (Mishtique) | T | 2,2k | complete fic entirely through messages / bitter sweet / open ending

[ lewishamilton can’t receive your messages. This person doesn’t allow any new chat requests ] Max accidentally replies to the first story Lewis posts after Abu Dhabi and finds out that Lewis doesn't accept new chat requests. The one-sided chat becomes somewhat of a safe place.

Melt Like Ice Cubes by WebCookie9 | M | 28,5k | 4/4ch complete summer vacation run-in / getting together / lewis hamilton is a FLIRT

Huh. There standing was a familiar looking dark skinned man, seemingly looking down at his phone or something but Max wasn't sure as the person was completely turned away from him. The sun was burning down strongly on that muscular back, making the skin shine and those damn tattoos gracing it were looking much too familiar to Max. The cross framed by soft looking wings. It couldn't be, right? What were the odds really that Lewis was spending his summerbreak at the exact same location, at the exact same hotel at the exact same time like him? It couldn't be. Maybe it was just some kind of hardcore fan or something, wanting to immitate the Brit. Yeah, that must be it. Or Max was going completely crazy. He should drink something. And get out of this aggressive sun.

I'm fine (I do it every time) by individualist | M | 8,7k | complete hurt-comfort / discussions of trauma / sad

“Can I kiss you?” It’s the strangest thing Max has ever said out loud in his life. If his dad knew, he would kill him on the spot. If Helmut knew, he would kick him off the team. But there’s no one but Lewis and Max in the room, and Max has accepted that he might have lost his shit on the short walk from the front door to his living room. - Max is alone on his birthday and gets a strange message from an unknown British number. (It's Lewis. Of course it's Lewis.)

some day we might by capsize (copenhagenborn) | E | 9,5k | complete alternate universe - non famous / friends to lovers / eventual happy ending

“He has a girlfriend, Max.” Lewis snaps and stands up from the chair to face Max head-on. “Daniel has a girlfriend, and you still fell in love with him, didn’t you?” Max takes a step back, but Lewis is right there with him, following him back until Max has his back against the wall. “You are lying.” He hisses, because – it cannot be. Daniel has never mentioned having anyone at home, he wouldn’t – he would have told Max so if he did. Let him know if his heart wasn’t his to give. “Do not be cruel to me, Lewis.” Lewis laughs, but it’s a wry, mean thing that does nothing to settle Max’s anger. “Of course, you would blame this on me. Take some fucking responsibility for once, Max.” “Fuck you, Lewis.” Max says and pushes past Lewis before he storms out of the room. Or, that’s the nature of crushes. Either they work out or they don’t. Seldom do they make you realise you’re in love with someone else. But then, Max has always been special.

Bones in the Ocean by Yvxson | E | 27,1k | 7/7ch, complete alternate universe - college/university / enemies to lovers / bit of a slowburn

Max is trying to write his dissertation for his master's degree in Maritime History, the biggest downside to this isn't the lack of sleep, or the long days spent in the library trying to get his research done. No, it's definitely Lewis, who is working on his own dissertation and who always seems to be in Max's way. Everything is going perfectly fine (if you ignore the building up caffeine addiction, his wrecked social life, and the weird dreams that seem to plague him every time he closes his eyes.)

Want you to call me baby by individualist | E | 11k | complete angst / dirty talk / lewis is retired / dom-sub undertones

Lewis is retired and Max is dominating the sport. Turns out, Max really can’t deal with the pressure of it all.

he wants to fuck that old(er) man | T | 2,4k | complete crack fic / coming out / social media / texting

Max is never going out with Lando again. This is all his fault. or in which Max gets drunk, makes a bad decision, and has to deal with the fallout. It ends up alright, though. [Graphic Format: uses a lot of HTML and CSS]

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addisonstars · 8 months

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“more than you could ever imagine”

written for day 30 of august for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "lazy"

479 words of tooth rotting fluff <3

“Can we just stay here? I don’t want to get up.” Sirius mumbled into Remus’s hair.

Remus was sitting on Sirius’s lap on their bed, and Sirius had his arms wrapped around Remus, his chin resting on his head. It was so warm and cozy, and he didn’t want to leave.

“I wouldn't be upset about that love.” Remus whispered. He truthfully didn't want to leave this warm safe space either.

The summer was slowly fading into fall, and they had a lot of rain coming in because of that. The rain made both of them tired and lazy, and laying in bed all day, wrapped in each other's arms was the ideal situation for both of them.

“Ok,” Sirius said, shifting in bed to get up, “I’m gonna go make some tea and grab a movie and maybe some books.” He begrudgingly got up out of bed and headed to the door.

“Sounds great love.” Remus said, sliding under the covers and laying his head on the pillow. The rain always made him and his weak bones more weary than usual, and the full moon was just 2 days away, meaning that Remus was not feeling his best.

Sirius came back in with a soft smile on his face, two cups of steaming hot tea in his hands, orange muffins, two books, and a movie. How he managed to hold all that, Remus will never know.

“Alright love, I got the rest of our day in my hands,” Sirius says, setting down everything. Some tea for a snack,” he says, as he hands Remus his cup. “Muffins for dinner, and we can fill the time with books, and a movie,” he waves the books and movie, “and some snogging of course.” Sirius childishly smiles.

Sirius puts the movie in the DVD player, gets back in bed, scooting right next up to Remus, and he lets Remus drape his head on his chest. Remus’s head rises and falls slightly with the breath of Sirius’s chest. Sirius presses play on the movie and they intently watch the movie.

Sirius’s fingers card through Remus’s hair, feeling the soft curls run through his hand is a heavenly feeling. Remus visibly melts into Sirius, coming to curl up next to him. Merlin, I love you, Remus thinks.

“I really hope so, Moony.” Sirius says, with a laugh in his voice. Remus realized that he must have said that last thought out loud.

“I didn't mean it like Siri,” he huffs, “but I do really love you. Everyday I am reminded of how much I love you. ‘M so glad I married you. Remus says, tilting his head to look back up at Sirius.

“I’m so glad I married you too Rem, I love you more than you could ever know or imagine.” Sirius says, pecking a kiss on Remus’ forehead. “So much more.”

i am such a sucker for domestic fics, and domestic wolfstar makes me so so happy. have a lovely wednesday <33

-a.s.

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midnightpink · 3 months

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sing one we know

read it here on ao3

Against all odds, Katsuki wakes up. Understandably, surviving a war changes some things.

After his fight with Shigaraki, after the war has all ended without him, Katsuki now has to figure out how to navigate the space between worthiness and forgiveness. At the end of the day, the easiest way to describe it is probably just love.

by: froggenbie

Words: 33,586, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia)

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, of sorts, Post-Canon, ill explain in the notes, Friends to Lovers, does that even encompass bkdk at all? no but its fine, Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Mutual Pining, i will write something SO TENDER, like if you’ve read anything else by me before i promise you this eclipses that, Slow Burn, for 33k words woo, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, #class 2-a’s slice of life except they’ve got ptsd!, Character Study, saw a tag once that said “siri how to write bakugou fucking katsuki” and yeah. i felt that, Getting Together, whoops had to make sure that was clear They Will Kiss

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palfriendpatine66 · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday - threesome fic

I'm 95% sure that this little intro to my still untitled fic for the More To Love event is as close to plot as this baby is going to get. (Hint: not very close at all)

(Obi-Wan Kenobi x Siri Tachi x Quinlan Vos)

Quinlan felt more charged with anticipation with every step that he took. He’d just returned from a months long mission that had felt so much longer. He preferred to work alone since his knighting; he luxuriated in the freedom to carry out his mission directives as he saw fit. But after so long spent in near isolation he was glad for some interaction and contact once more. He’d been happy to be met with smiles and hugs and friendly welcomes in the refectory, but an invitation for a different kind of contact had him beaming and clearing his spot before he’d even had dessert.

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The brief message – as direct and to the point as Siri was in all things – was all he needed. Fellow Knight Siri Tachi would be waiting for him at the utility room they had repurposed for such meetups years before, outfitting it with a discrete modified bio scanner programmed to only open for three individuals. The room had been Siri’s idea - she’d been sick of cramming into small spaces and the even smaller bunks standard issued to humanoid quarters in the Temple. Obi-Wan had been the one to find it and had somehow relocated multiple bedrolls and pillows to create an extra large fuck nest, although he’d taken immediate offense and refused to call it as such even still. And Quin himself had procured the bio scanner, making sure that even proficient slicers would have trouble authorizing an override without one of their biometrics input first. Enough to give them time to get dressed, at a bare minimum, anyways. He’d personally had one close call with Master Windu, nearly caught in what he thought was an empty training salle in which more than one kind of hand to hand was being practiced, and he never again wanted a repeat of the experience.

Even though the scanner provided a sense of security he sent a wave of anticipation in the Force out ahead of him so Siri would be alerted to his arrival. He was recognized by the scanner and quickly stepped inside as the door skid open and then locked behind him with a soft but audible click. He was greeted by a sight he had expected and a sound that he had not. Siri’s pale ass framed in stunning contrast by her dark leather harness as she knelt on the bed made for a very warm welcome. The rhythmic sound of skin slapping was a surprise that went beyond Siri getting started without him; the hands that grabbed at her hips and a high keen let him know who else was present.

“What do we have here?” Quinlan kept the surge of desire out of his voice, mostly, as he moved around the bed for a better view of scene unfolding before him.

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hi jade! i read you were a bit anxious, so i just wanted to say that we're all here for you and i hope you feel better soon <3

can request something for those little blurbs you're gonna write? if not, you can just ignore this!! but maybe something similar to what you wrote for remus a while ago about him seeing reader's sh scars for the first time, but for sirius? i feel really insecure about mine sometimes and some sirius being a really good and understanding bf would be lovely! <3

thank you and have a great day/night :)

Hi! Thank you, and thank you for your request! This is my favourite Sirius fic I've ever written, I hope you like it!! fem!reader, tw implied/mentioned self-harm

"That was a good time, huh?" you ask.

Sirius smiles to himself in the mirror, pulling at the knot of his tie. "Anywhere is a good time with you, my love," he says, with an air of drama and yet entirely genuine.

He peeks out into the adjoining bedroom and watches you cover a smile with the back of your hand, sitting at the end of the hotel bed. Your fingers curl into a fist.

He really likes having this effect on somebody. To inspire not lust, but a flustered affection in you, is a sacred pleasure. You catch him watching you and your expression screws up. You flop down on your back.

"Don't be embarrassed," he says lightly.

You kick a half-hearted foot in his general direction. Which is another thing completely, your thighs all soft now you've sat down, looking really, really squishable. Why hasn't he noticed how lovely your thighs are before?

Of course he has. But this is his first time seeing you in a dress.

"Have I mentioned how stunning you look today?" he asks, tie peeled from his neck, fingers working the two highest buttons of his shirt open.

"Only all day."

He hums and joins you in the bedroom, kneeling on one knee beside your plush thighs. The mattress dips with his weight, and his hands fall to your waist for balance.

Your dress has risen all the way to the lace edge of your underwear, and usually that would command his attention, but he's stopped short by a surprising discrepancy. Uniform lines, bold and less so, climbing the top of your thigh. He assumes there are more to follow under the thin skirt of your dress.

He reaches out without thinking, squeezes, and then pulls his hand back. "Sorry," he says, a murmur, unlike himself. He looks up and away from your thigh, meeting your startled gaze. "Sorry, doll, I should've asked."

You take a second. You smile a small smile. "No, it's okay. I knew you'd see them eventually, and I… I didn't want to always have to be in the dark, with you."

That's a dot connected. Siri, could we turn the lights off?

"Do you still–"

"No." You lift a hand and he lowers his face, your fingers cupping his high cheek. "It's okay. It's not a big deal."

It feels like a big deal, but Sirius would never make this about him. He doesn't want to make it about your thighs, either, that risen hatching. He wants it to be about you — wants to make up for whatever it was that hurt that badly.

You tense up momentarily as he settles on top of you, chest to chest, forearms bracketing your head, your lovely hair. He squints at you to try and lighten some of the unspoken tension.

You turn limp under his weight. "Sorry, I should've told you before, but it's embarrassing."

"Is it?" he asks, lips skipping over yours, he's that close.

"I mean– Yeah." You sound like you have more to say, but he waits, and you don't say anything else.

Your eyes close as he closes the last millimetre. He kisses you softly, then moves to your cheek and kisses there, too.

"You have…" His nose strokes your skin as he raises his head, finding you wide-eyed and waiting. "Nothing to be embarrassed of."

Your hands card through his hair. "You don't mind?"

He shakes his head. Another time, soon, he'll tell you in detail how much it doesn't matter. How it would never change how he feels about you, or how perfect he thinks you are. You're not embarrassing, you're seraphim. You're beautiful.

But tonight you're happy. The wedding had been perfect, slow dancing and cold drinks; you'd outshined the bride. You're eager to move away from the conversation altogether, and he's eager to help you into your pretty cotton pyjamas, eager to sequester you away from the world for as many hours as you'll let him.

He holds your gaze. "You swear–"

"I swear to you," you say, "I'm just fine."

"If you keep interrupting me, you won't be," he threatens.

He watches your eyes snag on his loving grin. "Promise?"

"Yes. Now, where's your suitcase, sweet girl? I'm desperate to get you out of that dress."

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