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mastermindmiko · 8 days

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The person at the opposite end of the table (James Potter)

Pairing: James Potter + reader word count: 2237 warnings: none but lmk if you find any warning: Your first date with James after being close friends for years

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a/n: I'm back baby!!!

I have nothing to wear, and I'm not exaggerating. Coming to Hogwarts, you only bring your uniform and a few spares, many many pyjamas, and a few outfits for hogsmeade weekends, nothing more. Today is crucial. It is the day where I'm going out on a date with James, my James, except that today 'my' has a completely different meaning.

When you go out on dates, you're supposed to wear something elegant and stylish, but still simple and with enough glamour to make the person that will be sitting on the opposite end of the table like you even more. One, I don't have any attire that suits these descriptions, and two, How is it possible to make the person on the opposite end of the table (james) like you even more when they've already seen you at a ball when you look your greatest and during periods, in a foetal position while your cramps are eating you alive?

The simple and only reasonable answer is that you can't.

I can spend the whole hour before I have to meet James stressing over my outfit, which albeit is very important, instead of stressing over the actual problem that I have, but that would be very counter intuitive.

Everyone of the girls is already gone to hogsmeade, so I've got the whole room to myself to panic, cry, scream, jump, pretty much whatever I want, but I don't know what I want. The reason why the date is later than usual is a part of the problem. James set the date at a later time because he knew that I would need some time to myself before going out, some time to process my feelings, try on some outfits, and of course, panic.

He knows this because he's helped me get ready for many dates before, I wish I could say the same, but James hasn't ever gone out on a date which means that he's the one that should be nervous, but instead I am.

He knocks on my dorm room door at the worst possible moment, which is every moment when you're nervous. He looks stunning, like he always is, but he's got a red tint on his cheeks and the same cheeky smile he always gives me, but this time, it's hesitant. I shot him a smile and hoped that it wasn't as awkward as I felt it was.

"Ready to go?" James says, and I nod. I close the dorm door behind me after grabbing my bag. I walk down the stairs with him. If this was any other day, I'd have already wrapped my arms around him, but this isn't any other day. This is a date.

We walk out of the common room, and I feel everyone's eyes on us, I wonder if they can see that my shoulders are tense or that I'm already sweating -

"How are you?" James asks me, and I find him looking at me intently. Has he always looked at me that way? I let out a noise that sounds more like a squeak, and instead of dying of mortification, I face the other way and shoot him a thumbs up.

Why do I have to be so damn awkward? This is James for merlin's sake.

We reach the last carriage waiting for us that's heading to Hogsmeade, and James hops on. He reaches out an arm for me to grab, but I choose the railing instead, leaving his hand alone in the air. I want to slap myself because I always take his hand, but it means something different. It's not my friend helping me. It's my date being a romantic gentleman.

He puts his hand down nervously, and he sits down which brings upon a new problem. Remus and Sirius and Peter always sit next to each other and I would sit next to James due to lack of other options, it had become habitual. My question is: the carriage is empty, there are other options, where do I sit? If I sit opposite to him, it might seem like I'm trying to put distance between us, however, if I sit next to him, I might seem pushy, and-

I don't get another second to panic when the carriage starts moving, and I stumble next to him. I purse my lips, knowing that fate has decided where I'm going to be sitting for this short ride.

Normally, I would lean into James, allowing him to wrap an arm around my shoulder, earning us many teasing comments from the rest of the boys that we've grown accustomed to over the years.

Normally, we wouldn't go out on a date at all, so I stayed to my side, shoulders tense and tension in the air. I wonder if James feels it, too. The ride is silent, and when we arrive at hogsmeade, James doesn't offer me his hand to get down, just another reminder that today is different.

"Where do you wanna go?" James asks, and I shrug my shoulders when I infant have very strong opinions about every single place here. James already knows this and takes us to the three broomsticks. My heart stumbles, smiling at the reminder that James knows me so well.

Our fingers crush together, and my heart jumps to my throat, and I stumble over air. For what seemed like the millionth time that day, I wanted to slit my own throat out of embarrassment. He grasps my waist, making sure I don't fall, creating a warmth over my waist that makes me want to glue his hands there so he can stay this way forever. Unfortunately, my stupid body blushed, and I took a step back.

We walk inside the three broomsticks and James leads me to a table with two seats, instead of five. I sit down opposite to him, and gaze out the window. Couples are walking down the street, holding hands and kissing. I really really want to do both those things with James, I've been waiting to do them forever, but here I am being stupid, on a stupid date, nearly falling when his hands come even close to mine. He sits down next to me, and he looks at me for a few seconds, I flush and look away.

That apparently was the final straw for James because he goes, "What's up with you today?"

"What do you mean?" I say after clearing my throat, he laces his fingers together on the table and says, "You realise that that is the first thing you've said the entire time that I've seen you."

It takes me by surprise because I register that he's right, we've been together for at least twenty minutes and in those twenty minutes not a single word has left my mouth. I fidget with the napkin in front of me and say, "I'm just not a big talker..."

"Y/n...I'm James. We've been friends for years, why are you acting like you don't know me? Like I don't know that you can't keep your mouth shut for two minutes?"

I blush, and he continues, "You tripped when I tried to be even near you...I- if you don't want this, you've got to tell me-"

"I do want this, I want this so much...".

"But?"

"I'm just really, really, really nervous."

He looks at me and replies, "But you've been on dates before."

"Dates with people who aren't you, James." I admit, and I must've grown another head because that's the way that James is looking at me. He says, "What's so scary about me?"

"That you know me." I say, and he tilts his head, I elaborate, "Any other date, I talk about many things, ask them about themselves, if they've got siblings and all that, but I already know you, I don't have any of those questions to fall back on. Any other date, I have to wear something to knock them off their feet, but I can't do that with you because you know me. Any other date, I'm not terrified that this will mess up my entire friend group dynamic and on any other date, I wouldn't be this nervous because I've never liked anyone the way I like you and I need you to like me the same way."

I sigh when I'm done and James's eyes are twinkling, he pushes her glasses back and he says, "You don't need all these things."

"We don't need to talk about those stupid things, and you don't need to wear something amazing to knock me off my feet because you've already done that, a while ago actually. You most certainly don't have to worry about messing up our friend group because you cannot even if you tried, Sirius will not allow it." He laughs, and I chuckle along with him. "And you definitely do not need to be nervous because I already like you more than you'd believe because i know you"

I don't need to give it another thought, for once in his life, James is right. I sigh, "You're really good at calming me down."

He smiles, "You act as though that's a new thing. Remember during your OWLs when you tried going under your bed because you thought that the exams couldn't get you from down there." He laughs at the fond memory while I flush at my stupid idea.

"What do you actually want to do today?" James asks after a beat. I think for a second, we always go to buy some prank supplies or candies, and while I still want to do that right now, I want to do something else.

I abandon my chair and sit next to him on the sofa. I sit an appropriate distance away from him, but he grabs me and pulls me flush against him.

"That's all?" James asks, and I shake my head, "well, that and this..." I trial off as I reach to intertwine our fingers, in some weird way it makes me nervous, but it also feels so right. James squeezes my hand, and I smile. I add,"And maybe some drinks."

One of the men that Madame Rosmerta hired comes and takes our order, the same thing we always get, butterbeers.

James' thumb rubs over my own hand, and while this isn't the first time he's done this, today, it has a different meaning. James asks, "Anything else your beautiful heart desires?"

It might be too early, but I tentatively lean it to capture his lips with mine. It's not our first kiss, and it's definitely much less messy, filled with fewer confessions, and more comfortable. James reciprocates in a millisecond, and his other hand reaches to cup my face.

We part for a gasp of air before James leans back in for another peck. It's only then that I realise that we're in public, I blush. What makes me blush even more is the way James is looking at me. I ask, "Have you always looked at me that way?"

"Definitely." He replies. I want to kiss him again when the man that works here slides over our drinks and says, "Two butterbeers for the lovely couple."

I don't want to correct him, and he leaves, but I wonder if James wanted to because for the first time today, he is incredibly nervous. I reach for his hand and say, "You okay?"

He nods quickly, and I chuckle nervously. Maybe he doesn't want to be my boyfriend. I ignore the sunken feeling in my chest and sip on my butterbeer.

"Do you not?" I ask, after a long sip.

"Do I not what?" James replies, confused, but looking even more nervous if possible. I take a deep breath and look him in the eye, I say, "Do you not want to be a couple?"

"I-"

"Because James, I don't know what we're doing then." I reply, I've never wanted anything casual, and certainly never with James, I want to be able to call him my boyfriend, decline another guy's invitation because I've got a boyfriend, not ponder over whether or not I mean to him as much as he means to me.

"I do." James says, and I look at him unsure. James adds, "I really really want you to be my girlfriend."

"James, are you sure because -" I start, and he silences me with a kiss. I can imagine him kissing me once at least every hour in the future. He says, "The only reason why I hesitated because I want this to last, I don't want you to reject me cause I don't think I can take a rejection from you"

I can see his worries. He's never been out on a date, and a date with a close friend is much more nerve wrecking, that's all aside from the fact that James has spent his entire life being turned down by lily and no matter how tough he tries to act, I know that he was genuinely hurt by the years of rejection.

I try to soothe his worries, "I'm already out on a date with you, James. I'm not going to turn you down...plus, I'm already your girlfriend, I'm not going anywhere."

He smiles, but he says, "You could get sick of me."

"If I could've gotten sick of you, I would've during first year, but I'm still here."

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mischievovstar · 1 year

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james "i love you" potter and sirius "it'll pass" black

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waratah-moon · 1 year

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A Simple Spell

Pairing: young Sirius Black x fem!reader

Warnings: previous implied smut, switch!sirius

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It wasn’t until breakfast the next morning that she fully saw how prominent her marks on Sirius’s neck were. He was chatting with Remus and James at the Gryffindor table, the top buttons of his shirt undone, tie loose around his neck, exposing the purple bruises that spanned from under his jaw to above his clavicle.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to vanish those marks? It’s a simple spell,” she asked, spooning porridge into her bowl.

“Like I told you last night, no.”

“You look like a slut, Pads,” James added from across the table, his mouth full of toast.

“I am a slut. I’m Y/n’s slut, isn’t that right princess?” He smirked watching red flush up the girl’s neck as she dripped honey onto her porridge. But she didn’t let his words faze her.

“Usually, but last night you were a good boy, weren’t you Sirius? Very patient for me.”

The grey of his irises darkened, but before he could continue, James groaned, cutting in, “c’mon you two, we’re trying to eat.”

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Itty bitty baby blurb bc I’m swamped with work - I stole this from a longer fic that I’ve been working on so if you see this again later, shhhh.

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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Weird Sisters T-Shirt

i swear that gif is hot as fuck oh my godssss

Young!Sirius Black x GN!Reader

Word Count: 301

Warnings: Mild innuendo

Summary: Sirius finds out you've been wearing his clothes while he was out on a work trip.

General Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1

Harry Potter Taglist: @regulusblackswhorecrux

Sirius Black Taglist: @dragon-master-kai

Moots: @iheardarumorthings @thewritingbabe @scandalous-chaos @ddejavvu @winterwisteria

“Hey, baby, I’m home!” Sirius dropped his bags on the floor, walking into the living room to greet you.

You squeaked and pulled your blanket over your body.

Sirius frowned, walking over to you. “Why’re you hiding, bee?”

You peeked out, biting your lip anxiously. “I’m, er… I’m just cold, is all.”

Sirius’s lip quirked. “Well I’m here now, princess. You don’t need to use a blanket for warmth.”

You pulled the blanket higher. “I- I just want the blanket…”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Babe, are you naked or something?”

You turned bright red. “What?? No, no, no, it’s nothing like that!”

“Why are you so opposed to me looking under the blanket, then?” He laughed.

You sighed. “Please don’t make fun of me.” You slowly lowered the blanket, revealing Sirius’s faded Weird Sisters t-shirt. “I’ve kinda… been wearing your clothes around the house while you’ve been gone,” you explained shyly.

Sirius’s eyes widened. “Oh! (Y/N), you don’t need to be embarrassed about that.” He curled up on the couch next to you. “It’s honestly really cute that you like wearing my clothes.” He leaned closer, kissing underneath your ear and muttering, “And a bit sexy, to tell the truth.”

You blinked. “Really?” you whispered.

“Totally,” he confirmed, pulling you onto his lap. “I mean, you were hot before, but now…” He fingered the edge of the shirt. “Something about seeing you in my clothes…” He tilted his head back and moaned.

You went red and slapped his chest. “Sirius!”

He burst out laughing and pulled you against him. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He kissed your forehead. “You do look really cute, though.”

You allowed yourself a small smile. “Thanks, Sirius.”

“Now we just need to get it off you…” Sirius smirked, teasingly playing with the end of the shirt.

“Sirius!”

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leftperfectionmoon · 2 years

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Hiii your 'night patrolling' fic was so good!!! I was wondering if you could write one for Sirius and a completely opposite Hufflepuff reader. Like him being all loud and boisterous while she is soft and timid the plot is entirely up to you love anything with this pairing but ofc only if you want to. Lots of love x

“the weekend” (s.b. x hufflepuff!reader)

[warnings]: none

[a/n]: hey nonnie! thank you so much for reading my oneshot! here's a blurb i wrote based on your request. it's not exactly what you asked for but hopefully you'll like it! enjoy!

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“Little help, sugar?”

Sirius stood outside her dorm room, balancing a few boxes of snacks and chocolate frogs in his hands. A bright smile sported on his face and a rose hung between his teeth. (Y/N)'s cheeks had never heated up so quickly.

What was he thinking, standing outside her dorm like some guy from those muggle movies?!

“Oh— Merlin, Sirius! My friends can see you!” She hissed, an embarrassment smile threatened to break out on her face from her boyfriend's unabashed behaviour. She snatched the rose from between his teeth, then pressing her hands against his chest, she pushed him away from the entrance, stepping out with him.

“What? It's the weekend!” He grinned, obviously pleased with her reaction.

The other girls' giggles were audible as she closed the door behind her.

Sirius wrapped his arms around her and looked down at her. He seemed to admire her bashful smile as her hands played with the lapels of his collar.

“Why'd you do that?” She groaned and buried her face in his shirt, “They're going to tease me for the next two weeks for that!”

Sirius kissed the top of her head gingerly and tightened his arms around her before replying.

“Well, if you want, we can put on a better show so it's too embarrassing to talk about.”

“Sirius!”

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sirius black tags: @teenwolfbitches28 @black-rose-29 @chcrryrots @j-cat @winter-moony @mystic-writings

💌 a/n: hey everyone! thank you so much for reading! requests are open, so if you have any requests let me know. hope you're having a lovely day!

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thespiritoflife · 2 years

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Cigarettes and smirks

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

warnings: grammatical errors, a little bit smut? also, this is a modern au!

a/n's note: i don't know what this is. it's a short scenario. i think i saw something like this on tiktok. uhm, so yeah, enjoy it

not my gif and pic!

you were reading smut.

oh yeah.

and where?

in that damned classroom. you hated math that much and the teacher didn't care.

so you were on tumblr, and somehow you got to reading smut.

and you were so lost in it that you didn't even care about the world around you.

ring!

it was over the class, everyone were gone and you felt his warm breath on your neck.

"wow, y/n. is that what you want?" sirius asked you, he had an amused grin on his lips.

you blushed a lot. he read it!!

"uh, no," you lied, wanting to kill yourself.

but sirius leaned toward you, and you could smell his attractive perfum and the smell of cigarettes.

"you know, i can help you with that, darling," he winked at you and he blew cigarette smoke at you.

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masivechaos · 1 year

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lily evans x gn! reader

prompt: gentle stroking of cheeks with kissing (from this prompt list @creativepromptfills)

warnings: none pure fluff!

word count: 0.2k

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You felt a gentle touch on your cheek and slowly opened your eyes. They landed on a sleepy Lily who had just woke up, her red hair tangled “Hi lovely” she said in a whisper. Your lips tugged up, you loved this type of morning “Hi love” you felt her thumb stroking the top of your cheek, brushing your bottom lashes.

You leaned forward and dropped a quickkiss on her pink lips. Her other hand came to your other cheek, cradling your head to peck your harder but still softly, you melted into the kiss.

Her hand travelled from your face to your waist, pinning you against the bed. She pulled away and smiled, proud of herself and the effect she had on you. You drew you hand to her cheek, stroking it gently to pull her in a loving kiss, her body pressed against yours.

She kissed you back before hiding in your neck “I love you” she mumbled against your skin and you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and stroked her cheek with your thumb “I love you too”

You felt relaxed when you were with Lily, you were hoping you could wake up next to her for the rest of your life.

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enviedear · 2 years

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❝ sunny afternoon — sirius black ❞

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you watch your long-haired boyfriend pour another glass of red wine. there's a small stain of the liquid on his creme button-up's sleeve, likely from his lack of object permanence. the sun is shining down on both of you with sharpness and the rays cast an amber glow to his black hair.

you think to yourself, laying your head back on the lawn chair, that maybe the both of you should find something better to do on such a nice day rather than drink outside. just maybe.

yesterday was the first sunny day of the month and sirius had insisted on taking it along with today off of work to be with you, he'd even brought you home some flowers. he wants nothing more than to be at home with you.

you agree with the sentiment, but the dark walls and exterior of his family mansion are putting a damper on your mood. you're sure no amount of wine could push away the feeling. you're impossibly bored.

sirius must have felt your mood dampening, as he saunters over to you, glass almost finished by now.

"what's the matter. darling?" his voice is delicate and warm.

you look up at him, eyes narrowing from the bright sun behind him, "i'm bored."

he smirks leaning down to you, hands locking you into place in your chair, "and why's that? has my presence gone too tame for you?"

you roll your eyes playfully, "never that, love. believe me when i say you'll never be tame." you catch a smile from him at your words, "i'm just bored. happy but bored."

he hums, sun-beaten cheeks slightly rosier than before, "i could take you somewhere— where would you like to go? somewhere new or somewhere we've been?"

"no. it's not that, i don't want to be anywhere else but here. really, the thought of leaving this yard seems barbaric and cruel." you say.

sirius holds his hand out to you and you take it. he pulls you out of your chair and into him, a soft embrace. you smile into him, unsure of what exactly he's up to.

he sways you a little, pulling back to look you into your eyes, "what if i don't take you too far? perhaps we should take advantage of this sunny day, hm?"

you think on his words before asking, "what do you have in mind?"

the young man seems to beam with excitement and without a word, you still hand in hand with him, begins to run off of the patio and into the deepness of your secluded backyard.

the wind whips by you as you race closer and closer to whatever sirius' destination may be. the trees grow less and less sparse until he stop suddenly, smack dab in the beginnings of the woods.

"where are you taking me?" you ponder, looking happily over the greenery around you.

sirius smiles, hand still interlocked in yours, "just a little farther— i remembered a place i used to go when i was little."

the two of you walk the rest of the way, drunk off the little adventure. sirius has an overjoyed grin on his face every time you steal a glance. although the sun still makes its way through the lush trees around you, it's not as violent anymore.

you feel a deep sense of peace as you walk, and you're unsure if it's from your darling boy or his darling spur-of-the-moment idea.

moments pass and finally sirius stops, pointing ahead, "there. it's an old cabin i think some muggles used to live in. mother always hated when i came here, because i'd alway bring something home."

you smile, "you still have a thing for knick-knacks."

he kisses your temple, "some things just never change, darling."

the cabin sits isolated here in the woods, catching the sun and a birds nest up on its roof. the log cabin seems to have ignored the tests of time despite the few vines and animals calling it home. it's beautiful and picturesque.

as you make your way to the front door you notice small carvings etched into the wood. there are a plethora of little doodles like flowers, trees with long-reaching branches, and stars. underneath each beautiful carving sits the initials you know so well, s.b.

"you did this?" you ask, finger tracing some of the carvings.

sirius leans against the slightly chipped baby blue door, "i did. the summer i found this place mother refused to buy my any more journals since all i did was draw in them. so i would come here with father's old hunting knife and etch into the wood for hours."

"they're all lovely. you should get one tattooed— for the memory." you say, walking over to him, his hand now on the doorknob.

sirius has a blissful look, "perhaps i will," he pushes the door open, showcasing a quaint but cozy interior. "what do you think? still as lovely as the outside?"

you're quick to scurry around the cottage, taking in the small sitting room and kitchen, "i'm in awe."

your boyfriend nods in approval, looking the place over as if it's an old friend. you suppose it is in a way, despite not being alive this cottage was a respite for your love for many years.

silently you snake your arms around his torso and clutch him tightly, "thank you for showing me this, sirius."

"you're welcome, darling," he unravels you from him so that he can face you now, lifting your chin up to stare at him, "not bored anymore are you?"

you shake your head, "no, not at all! you've made my day."

"good." he breathes, "i think it was good to come out here, if we'd of stayed in that house any longer drinking that wine i'm afraid we might've come down with the grape juice blues."

you giggle, "i'm so over whites."

sirius continues with a grumble, "and pinks." the both of you laugh, encased in the cottage's warm light.

you let out a content sigh, cuddling closer into his chest and letting your eyes drift over his wine-stained sleeve.

"would you like to stay here for a while? just me and you and the rest of our day?" sirius questions.

you smile and look into his grey eyes, "yes, i want you to show me everything. tell me all your memories here and then afterward, before we leave, i want you to carve me something grand."

"anything for you, darling." he grins, placing a kiss to your wine-stained lips.

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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hi!! Could you do a blurb with poly!marauders where they find reader crying and they get worried, but reader was just crying about a book and tries to explain it to them through tears and just ends up crying even more.

Thanks :)

Thanks for requesting lovely!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 567 words

James’ eyes are bleary as he goes down the hall to get a glass of water, and he has to blink a few times to convince himself he actually is seeing light coming from beneath your door. It’s the early hours of the morning, he can’t imagine why you’d still be up. He cracks the door and peeks inside, wondering if you might’ve just fallen asleep with the light on, but you’re sitting up in bed, a hand pressed harshly over your mouth as your shoulders hitch and tears dribble down your chin.

“Sweetheart.” James rushes for you, kneeling on the bed and taking your face in his hands. You look surprised to see him, but your tears don’t stop. His heart cleaves wide open as a quiet sob escapes you, your wet, blotchy cheeks hot under his palms. “Honey, what’s happened?”

“It’s—it—” another sob escapes you, an awful, wrecked sound. You give up on trying to speak, launching yourself forward and burying your head in his shoulder.

James hugs you back. Your shoulders are quaking beneath his hand, and he feels a wet spot already forming where your face is smushed into the collar of his shirt. He tries shushing you, panic clawing up his throat. James hasn’t seen you this upset in all the time he’s known you. He’s desperate to know what the cause of it is, to fix it, but if it’s shaken you this badly, he’s worried he might not be able to.

Either your cries or his voice has woken the other boys. Remus and Sirius both appear in the doorway, looking half-asleep until they catch sight of you weeping in James’ arms.

“Wha—” Sirius looks around the room like the perpetrator of your upset might still be lingering in the corner. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” James says helplessly, rubbing your back. “Angel,” he murmurs, “do you think you could try and tell us what’s made you so sad?”

You sniffle wetly, picking your head up from his shoulder. Sirius makes a soft sound at the sight of your red, pinched face, glossy with tears and snot.

“It—” You pick up your book, laying discarded beside you on the bed, and wave it about angrily. “The main character, she—” your bottom lip wobbles, and you toss the book aside, covering your face with your hands as you devolve into sobs again. You turn around to hide your face in your pillow.

“Oh, honey,” Remus coos, and James looks up bemusedly at the relief in his voice. He moves closer, rubbing your back sympathetically. “The main character of her book died,” he explains to the other two. “Did I get that right, darling?”

You nod into the pillow.

“Baby,” Sirius says, and he’s laughing, “she was fictional.”

You make a terrible keening sound, your back convulsing with the force of your despair.

Frankly, James doesn’t disagree, but he takes you by the shoulders, coaxing you up from the pillow and back into his chest.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he says as you clutch fistfuls of his shirt, the material growing damp with snot and tears.

“She was so young,” you whimper. “She wanted to—to do things.”

“Oh, dove, I know,” Remus murmurs, moving his palm up and down your spine.

“I hate the author.”

“We’ll send them a strongly-worded email in the morning,” he promises you. “They’ll feel your wrath, sweetheart.”

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bobluvbot · 19 days

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late night cravings

pairing: sirius black x afab!reader summary: you sneak off the night for a cheeky midnight snack, hoping sirius won’t notice (spoiler alert: he does, and he’s sulky about it) wc: 4k cw: pregnancy & baby talk, descriptions of food and eating, brief allusions to sex (not directly stated), no physical traits of reader specified but sirius can hold things out of reader’s reach a/n: so i had a lengthy angst fic for sirius’s debut on my blog and im halfway done on it but i cant seem to finish it bc it sends me to a depressing spiral each time <33333 so pls enjoy a very self-indulgent domestic excessively fluffy blurb with my beloved <33333 p.s this is not proofread so plz ignore mistakes ty <3

opening the tomato salsa jar turned out to be the hardest part.

back in bed, you thought the trickiest part of your late night escapade from sirius black was his long limbs wound up tight with yours, even in low light of the small nightlight in the corner, you could still make out the intricate script and designs following the curves and dips of his strong arms, holding you close to his chest.

you had it committed to memory by now, having explored sirius’s body well enough to memorize the way his skin feels against yours, with heartbeats and breaths falling in sync without much effort.

judging by the way his breathing gets heavy after every exhale and the little snores that escape in between, you knew he was beyond knackered. it was day five of sirius’s new job as an deputy director at the auror office. the day he learned about the promotion was pure unadulterated happiness. after letting you know through an express owl, you mustered up enough vigor available to your seven months pregnant self to get out of the house and go to the local shops to get party supplies and food to celebrate sirius’s achievement.

Coming in third out of the list of things he genuinely loved in this life, after you and his luscious locks of course, was his job as an auror. young sirius had never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d work at the ministry, much less actually enjoy it. can’t really blame sixteen year old sirius, starting an underground rock band with the marauders seemed like the perfect thing to do after gruelling hours of studying at hogwarts.

defense against the dark arts came to him naturally, with some counterspells like second nature to him as being exposed with use of dark magic young gave him no choice but to grow up quickly and defend himself from the excruciating pain or the mind control that was from his own family’s doing. Winning the first wizarding war alongside his friends and found family has solidified sirius’s calling in eradicating the use of dark magic and making sure the next generation can have a safe and normal life without the looming threat of a megalomaniac sorting people with their blood status and taking over the wizarding world.

that night, sirius walked into a dark and eerily quiet home that had his senses on overdrive. but when the lights turned on and he saw familiar faces of his loved ones all beaming with pride, and there you were in the center, looking ethereal and round and all his, with his favorite red velvet cake on hand and a ridiculously big balloon that says “congratulations” tied to the candle, he could have melted in a syrupy mess of gooey happiness right then and there if he hadn’t caught himself together last minute.

Sirius had thought– that after you agreeing to go on one date with him to hogsmeade, winning the quidditch cup and seeing the proud look on minerva’s face, going home for christmas break and euphemia welcoming him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug, remus teaching at the very same classroom you all were in years back, james and lily’s first kiss at the altar, holding little baby harry in his arms, you walking down the aisle with a bouquet of peonies in the most beautiful dress, and when you held his hand that one night and told him that you were expecting—- that he knew of love. but you do something extraordinary that has him scrambling to add to the endless list of why you’re the love of his life. he was so focused on you that he wasn’t prepared to catch pure muscle of james’s body as he flung himself to tackle his best friend in a hug. luckily, remus with a party hat was aptly standing between a toppling sirius and the living room wall, and he singlehandedly saved the two from creating a huge hole in the drywall.

this was the life, sirius had thought after many hours of partying celebrating and eating, when he laid beside you in bed, limbs tangled, sated and dizzy and warm as you both came down from your highs. and he gets to spend it with you.

but as fun and exciting sirius’s new job is, it entailed an increased amount of responsibility as he was assisting the head auror. his least favorite part of the job was the boatloads of paperwork he has to deal with. An express owl almost dropped a howler letter into the soup you were making for dinner earlier that day and you opened it up panicking thinking it was an emergency. But no, it was just sirius whining that his hand hurt and is about to fall off and that he needs you to kiss it better.

You did eventually, and one thing led to another and here you were, tucked in your husband’s warm embrace. you could stay here forever, only separating to drink water and bathroom trips, but the gnawing urge to eat something savory, sweet, tangy, and crunchy has possessed your entire being, the only way to quell it was to get up and go to the kitchen. the baby doesn’t seem to have a semblance of time yet, a fact you both envied and despised, because the clock on your nightstand said it was 3:48am in bold red numbers. A few months ago, you’d never be caught dead awake at this time, taking your precious sleep time seriously. The man himself would poke fun at you and say you’d gladly sleep through an earthquake or a housefire just as long as you get your seven to eight hours of sleep per day, and despite of your assumed role of contradicting and arguing with spontaneous and stubborn sirius, you had to agree.

But this was not about you anymore, or at least not quite yet for a good seventeen years, so you untangle yourself from sirius and your perfectly warm and cool side of the bed and waddle down the carpeted stairs, careful not to set foot on the creaky step that might risk waking sirius up. You need your secrets too, and you’re not in the mood to share food.

Grateful for the heavens that you and sirius stocked up on groceries two days ago, you had a wide selection of random items to munch on. A few days ago, you were introduced to the idea of a fluffernutter sandwich while scrolling through the short videos on your feed. Peanut butter and marshmallow fluff as spreads on their own was something you didn’t mind eating, but both together in a sandwich? You were enthralled, and the only way to quell the curiosity was to make it. So you did.

You shovel and slather more than enough spread on each slice of bread, though you might have used the same spoon on both jars.. but who’s to tell you off otherwise, your snoozing husband upstairs? pfft.

Smiling happily as if committing a particularly naughty crime, you place the spoon in your mouth, licking off the gooey mixture as you place the sandwich on a piece of paper towel (yes, you take the no dishwashing tonight seriously) on the table. humming, you mull over what to prepare next.

The baby needs something savory and tangy, but you’re not particularly keen on going through all the effort of heating up the soup from dinner, not to mention the amount of cutlery and dishes you’ll use for that, so you zero in on the tostada shells you chose rather than tortilla chips because its much more crispier.

Opening the fridge, you see the laughing cow on a round packaging and decide its the one, so you grab two cheese wedges from it.

Sirius had argued that the next aisle had actual, real blocks of cheese with a variety on display and that there was no point in getting artificially flavored ones. But you’ve gotten really good at giving him the stank face, which inadvertently ends 75 percent of nonsense bickering before it even starts; and since you’ve started showing more and more, sirius has admittedly gone softer on you, not that he was ever more but a pushover your entire relationship. Merely widening of eyes and a jut of your lower lip, even adding a slight tremble or two during times where you did actually fuck up, sirius can’t hold his stance longer than a minute before sighing and taking you in his arms. he might call you out for being a brat at times, but there’s no denying he loves it. And so the artificial wheel of cheese wedges got purchased and bagged home, and you’re meticulously spreading it over the golden shells, leaving little to no gaps of it bare.

Laying it on another paper towel, your heart gets giddy on your chest knowing you’re in for a treat tonight. But not quite time to start munching, the baby reminds you that you still need something tangy to complete the meal. So comes your big predicament, should you get dill pickles or tomato salsa?

It took you ten seconds too long of weighing down the pros-and-cons of choosing one and feeling like you made the wrong choice if you end up not liking it. It doesn’t help that the pregnancy hormones make you more anxious and tend to put you always on the verge of tears. So when the not-so-groundbreaking idea of just eating them both hits you, you feel the weight slide off your shoulders as you sigh. Because again, who’s gonna tell you that eating pickles this late at night can give you bad acid reflux, your snoozing husband? Pfft.

Snacking on some, you do manage to pick out the juiciest looking pickle chips and lay them atop of your tostadas. You and the little one are beyond excited to dive in. It’s looking like a mini upside-down pizza with the cheese spread first then the pickle as toppings. Only thing left now was the the tomato salsa slathered on top to seal the deal.

Opening tight lids wasn’t an issue for you before, in fact, you took pride when friends hand you a jar or bottle to open because you could do it in a breeze. Chances were, the lid wasn’t even screwed on that tight, you were just built different, you’d say with a shrug once you give the items back. So when the tomato jar doesn’t budge after two attempts, you get puzzled.

Maybe your hands were slippery? You wipe them down with a tea towel and try again. No.

You weren’t holding it tight enough? Fingers held taut against the lid, you try three times. Still no.

Determined, you try different positions before letting the jar go, shooting it glares as if it’d get intimidated and just open up for you. You were also getting lightheaded, and passing out on the kitchen floor due to excessive stimulation of your vagal reflex because you were too stubborn to use magic or wake your husband up to open it for you doesn’t seem like the best way to spend the early Tuesday morning hours.

Magic was even out of the option (well, in your brain it was), because your wand’s tucked beside sirius’s on your nightstand, and frankly, you don’t have the patience to drag yourself upstairs just to flick a utility spell to open the wretched thing. So you do the next best option: lose hope.

The disappointment was mutual between you and your baby. And the acid reflux did start to kick in, making your stomach grumble in both hunger and pain. This was all going so well until it isn’t, tears began to make its way up to your eyes.

“See, this is what you get for being greedy and eating all snacks by yourself,” sirius huffs behind you, deep voice still raspy with sleep. You didn’t even hear him getting out of bed and coming down the stairs, that’s how preoccupied you were with opening the jar.

He grabs the container away from you to open it, but not without throwing a scowl at your direction, handsome face contorted with furrowed eyebrows and downturned mouth, enough to express that he felt betrayed by this whole ordeal. If you were in a better mood, you’d poke his sides and tackle him playfully, teasing him for being sulky. But for now, you need the jar opened so you could eat in peace. You’ll deal with the sharing food issue later.

“t wasn’t supposed to take long,” you mumble, caught off guard and refusing to make eye contact, pretending the fridge magnets beside sirius’s head is ten times more interesting than his face. You don’t miss his raised eyebrow and snort at your response.

The second attempt comes and he opens it with a satisfying pop. your mouth falls agape, eyeing the *now accessible* tomato salsa dip in disbelief. What the hell?

And you couldn’t even take the smug grin spreading across sirius’s face by the millisecond. Refuse to. You try to snatch the open container away from him but he holds it higher and out of reach, making a show of puffing his chest, flexing his biceps, even giving it a kiss. This is all James’s doing, you need to have a talk with Lily soon about keeping these two separated.

“Sirius!” you try to plead your way out. the trademark innocent, pouty expression settles on your face like a second mask, hoping he’d go down this easy.

It doesn’t work. He just chuckles, mocking your pleas and face while his free hand sneaks up and pinches your unsuspecting cheek to tease you further.

You yelp in mock outrage and swat his hand away, trying your best to keep your displeasure firm on your face, but you feel the giggles coming up. “This is why I sneak out alone to eat, you’re such a bully,” you huff, but take a seat in front of your makeshift spread.

Sirius places the jar near you, but not without poking your exposed sides, armed with the knowledge that the easiest way to get you laughing (and eventually conceding in an argument) is knowing where your tickle zones are. “Oh yeah,” he drawls, plopping himself beside you. “That’s also why you’re the only one waking up with an upset stomach, stinking up our bathroom so early in the morning.”

Now this one got you appalled, embarrassed, disturbed, basically hit with all the feelings. You’ve been living together long before you got married, and he never brought up this issue until today. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He makes a move to snatch the sandwich away but the embarrassment on your cheeks made you more agile, swatting his hand away and shielding the sandwich with your hands. “After I finish my meal,” you continue, shooting him a glare.

But see, one of the things that drove you nuts even way back at Hogwarts, was how Sirius Black mostly managed to outsmart you or be one step ahead of you in everything. After you turned him down without much thought whatsoever despite his grand declaration of interest, Sirius took it upon himself to show you (1) that you made a mistake for rejecting him, (2) that his ego won’t let you embarrass him like that again, (3) and that you won’t get rid of him that easily. Once he set his eyes on you, you were face to face with him in everything: grades, OWLs/NEWTs scores, Quidditch plays and bets, wins at the duelling club, even with the fucking gobstones tournament. He never let you catch a break.

Things were surely different now, since you vowed to be with him in sickness and health and untill death parts you both– hell, you’re carrying his child. So you figured maybe, maybe, he’ll let you catch a break this time. Let you eat in peace as you mull over his bathroom comment and how you’re going to get him back.

But again, no. Unlike you, Sirius remembered to grab his wand from the nightstand. Not even batting an eye, he says nonchalantly, “Accio sandwich.” And the fluffernutter you protected with all your physical might managed to escape your watch, and land gracefully on his waiting palm.

What irritated you more from this whole ordeal? The prodigal auror that climbed his way up the ranks and became the youngest deputy director, fully capable of complex spells and wielding different kinds of magic, felt the need to do a verbal Accio spell just to make a point to you.

Out of words, you just stare at him blankly. Too stunned to even cry in frustration because you knew you made a conscious, willing choice to be with this man.

Maybe your best guilt-tripping expression comes best when you’re not trying. Color drains from his face when you remained silent and he scrambles to take a bite off the sandwich before handing it back to you, or rather placing it on your limp hand as you refuse to acknowledge it, still too hurt to budge. “‘m sorry, baby. Just wanted to eat with you since we didn’t get to earlier.”

He did arrive later than usual, deciding to finish the stack of case files and paperwork so he won’t have to sift through them again the next day. There were plans to wait for him before eating, but when the jitteriness and slightly nausea started to kick in, you had no choice in the matter. Sirius had been sulky and clingy the moment he got home, and as compromise, you stayed to watch him eat; listening and reacting animatedly as he ranted about his stressful day.

So you cut him off some slack, also exhausted from all the emotional stimulation sirius brought since he woke up. As a silent peace offering (also because you’re not ready to say sorry to his face), you slide the tostadas within his reach and finally take your bite of the goddamn sandwich. It was good, tasted as expected, sweet peanut butter. You’d probably have it again as a drunk at 3am meal.

Sirius also went and got snacks of his own: microwaved popcorn, pickles, toasted bread slathered with butter, and grapes. Together, you munched on the little spread of random food you could find in your kitchen at 4am in comfortable silence, which is surprising after the earlier bickering. No matter how cheesy it sounded in your head, sirius was the only person that can drive you to the brink of insanity and right back. You were in for a hell of a ride for the foreseeable future; and while there’s a lot of uncertainty right now and changes to be made when the little one gets here, you’re beyond happy that you get to do all this with him.

Sleep was beginning to creep up on you. Of course he notices this right when you do, so a warm arm wrapped across your back urges you to settle on his lap, bodies melding into the familiar crevices like puzzle pieces, though you both had to adjust certain angles to accommodate your growing belly. You sit like this for a while; your head tucked securely in the crook of his neck, steady breaths lulling you to sleep, while sirius’s hands instinctively finds its way under your sleep shirt and on the natural curve of your belly, lithe fingers stroking and drawing soothing circles anywhere he could reach.

you wish you could stay like this forever– cozy and soft and safe– but alas, you were carrying sirius black’s offspring. the baby decides to reward you with a round of kicks, probably giddy after feeling their father’s touch. Sirius chuckles and coos at your bump, while a muffled groan leaves your lips from the sudden onslaught of movement, but still refusing to move from this comfortable position.

Smooth cold lips touch the side of your forehead and you relish in the feeling. “Does it ever hurt, love? All that kicking and wiggling?”

“Not really,” a content sigh leaves your lips. “Feels strange at times, seeing your belly move on its own.”

To prove your point, two tiny bulges make a split second appearance just above where Sirius’s hand lay. His thumb soothes the area lovingly.

“Definitely getting stronger though; Lily told me during the later months, harry for some reason loved to kick downwards, making bathroom trips more frequent than it already is. Not excited for that.”

He presses kisses on your forehead, temple, hairline, anywhere he could reach without moving too much. “Things that you do and endure for this ‘lil troublemaker,” sirius murmurs. He doesn’t need to say it out loud, you could feel his body reverberating with awe and fondness. You try to bask in it for as long as you could, but a passing thought makes its presence known to you again.

“Do i really make the bathroom stink?” it comes out whinier than you intended it to be but you just had to know for peace of mind.

Sirius’s whole frame vibrates as he tries to stifle his laughter, taking you with him. He’s laughing at your expense but you feel your own giggles brewing in your belly. You try to hold it in for longer, preserving some self respect. “A little bit,” he says solemnly. You groan, earlier mortified feeling returning in full swing. It triggers another round of chuckles.

“But dove, it’s nothing that my deep love and adoration for my lovely strong hot and sexy wife can’t handle.” He says assuredly, and you curse yourself for being so down bad for this man as blood rushes to your cheeks from his words. Good thing it’s dim and your face is still tucked in the crook of his neck.

You do pinch his arm in response, and both your laughters compliment the comfortable silence.

“Although,” he says after a while. “The betrayal of you eating without me still hurts.��

“Siri.. i’m sorry,” you mumble. “‘y looked so tired, Didn’t wanna wake you up.”

He tuts and doesn’t say much after that. In sirius dictionary, this means he just wants some affection from you— for you to dote on him and coax out his forgiveness, even if you both know he’s not really mad; judging by his arms still wrapped securely around your frame and steady breaths that tickle and fan on your bare skin.

So you mimic his actions from earlier, planting tiny kisses on his neck, collarbones, jawline, anywhere your lips could reach. Kissing his cheek seem to do the trick, his fake scowl quickly coming undone as a bashful smile breaks through the frown, and his tiny dimple you love so much making an appearance. The muggle maternity books did say dimples are genetic, so an image of a little Sirius running around and smiling up at you with those dimpled cheeks is a warming thought.

“I am charming all the lids to be stuck at night as soon as i wake up tomorrow for work.” You poke a sensitive spot on his side, making him jolt, but you couldn’t resist laughter as it bubbles out of the surface. “You’re insufferable, I can’t believe I married a psychopath.”

“And you let him knock you up too. I’d say it takes one to know one, hm?”

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Hopeless Without You

Sirius Black x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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clubforfrogs · 25 days

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Heyyy, SLIP UPS- AWESOME, WOMAN HOW DO U DO THIS-?

Also a request...!!! M so excited!!

Sirius black x reader snape

Basically snake's younger sister, is constantly bullied by the marauders, cuz of snape yk yk, especially on her make up preferable her foundation, after lots of teasing and bullying, she lashes out on sirius n removes her makeup to show a huge scar imprinted on her face. Cuz of her family issues n stuff. I leave how sirius reacts and their bonding up to you.

I LOVE UR WRITING SM, I SWEAR ITS SO GOOD. M NOT EVEN LYING. UR MY SOUL WRITER.

French love from dxb, Mon cherie

Um hello?! You’re literally the sweetest🫶🫶. I also love this request so much, so I hope I did it justice. I came up with this little blurb- I really hope you like it!

I’m currently working on a Sirius ask and a little James blurb- so keep on the look out for those.

Of All People - Sirius Black x Reader

~ 1.7k words

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Now let’s be clear, you loved your brother, but some deep, shameful part of you resented him for the attention he attracted. Your parents had instilled posh pureblood ideologies into your heads from young ages. Luckily, you were able to see through their bullshit. Severus wasn’t so lucky.

He brought that thinking into Hogwarts, and was ecstatic when both you and him were sorted into Slytherin, where he took no time at all befriending other air headed Slytherins who thought the same. This, along with the simple fact of his existence, brought the full wrath of the marauders down on your brother, which also trickled down to you.

The marauders would endlessly bully and tease your brother. Being the dimwit he was, he always decides to try and fight back, ultimately failing every time. They would cast small hexes on you in the hallways, just constant, small annoyances. Eventually, it seemed as though Snape wasn’t enough of a challenge for the marauders, which caused them to turn fully to you. Now you were the one getting harassed. Constant jabs at the way you looked, filth about you thinking the same way as Severus, and the never ending comments about the amount of foundation you wore. What kind of guy even noticed that stuff?

To be quite frank, it sucked. You were stuck with a shitty brother whom you loved, and a group of boys who bullied you for that very reason. It was exhausting, which meant that you valued every moment you could find yourself at peace- like right now. You were sitting underneath a tree near Black Lake. It was the first of the warmer days at Hogwarts, so you blended in with the multitudes of students soaking up the sun. You hoped this blending would be enough to allow you some quality time away from the marauders.

You leaned back your head against the bark of the tree. There was a gentle wind blowing across your face, a gentle buzz of voices coming from the other students outside, and a heavy liquid falling down your face. Wait… what? You opened your eyes quickly and rubbed at your face. It felt as though sticky black tar had been dumped on your head.

Though the substance made it hard to see, you could hear the roaring laughter of James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius. “What the hell? What is your issue? You couldn’t leave it for one day?” You questioned. You had cleared the goo enough clear your eyesight, and could see the amused faces of the boys. Sirius had the biggest grin stretching across his face, “Aw, we wouldn’t do that to you. You simply look too adorable with black sludge covering your face. Honestly, it looks better than that makeup you cake on everyday.”

You could punch him for the look on his face. You had already been having a crappy day, as your parents had sent you a letter reminding you that the summer holiday was approaching, and they expected you to not forget your manners like you seem so inclined to do.

Basically, if you didn’t listen to every word they said, you were going to “get straightened out” like your mother always said. The letter was fresh in your mind, and with it, a need to punch something. Luckily for you, there were four perfect targets standing right in front of you.

You took a step towards James, the closest of them to you. He looked slightly confused, but taunted you nevertheless, “You coming in for a kiss? Sorry, I don’t French with snakes.” That was all you needed. You reared back your fist, and punched James Potter square in the gut. He doubled over in pain, and you swear you’ve never felt so much joy. Peter and Remus rushed over to him right away. Sirius looked at you in shock and took you by the shoulders. “You’re such a bitch! I knew all of the Snapes were the same. Just leave Hogwarts! We don’t need another bunch of rancid, pureblood twats spitting nonsense around here!” He was screaming in your face, and everything about what he was saying infuriated you.

“Excuse me? Have you ever thought of asking about what I believe instead of assuming I’m just like my brother? I don’t believe in any of that shit! And what’s even worse, I have to suffer the consequences of being a half decent person all the time!” Sirius looked confused at your last sentence, so you rolled your eyes and casted a simple spell to clean the liquid off of your face, along with the thick layer of foundation you had applied that morning. Underneath, a giant scar cut along your cheek. It was relatively new, so the skin around it was red and puckered.

Sirius sucked in a quick breath. The other marauders had stopped cooing over James, and looked to you with shocked expressions. “Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry-“ you cut Sirius off. “Just stop, I thought you of all people would know what I was going through, but I guess not.” You started walking away, but when you heard the footsteps of Sirius behind you, you sped up to a run.

The footsteps behind you also increased in their pace, and a large hand grasped your wrist. You turned to look at Sirius. Tears had started forming in your eyes, but you wiped them away in futile the hope that would stop Sirius from seeing them. Sirius didn’t speak right away, instead he chose to study your face. You squirmed, under his scrutiny, you just felt ugly. Your red rimmed eyes, stuffy nose, and large scar now visible. You were heavily considering bolting away again until he spoke up, “I’m sorry. I- I never even considered that you might not be like your family. And you’re right, out of anyone, I should have been the one to give you the benefit of the doubt.” You looked back up at him, his eyes seemed genuinely apologetic, but that didn’t mean you were letting him off the hook just yet.

“Yeah, you should be sorry. You and your cronies have been ruining my life here at Hogwarts. My one escape from my family. And you’ve been taking the absolute piss out of my brother. I know how he is, but he’s still my brother. Talk to me again when you show me you want to change.” With that, you pulled your wrist from his grip and walked back to your dorm. You really wanted to give him a second chance, partly because you had been harboring a small crush on him since first year. But before you could even let yourself consider that, he had to prove that he wanted to change. You sat in your dorm thinking about that very scenario, wishing, hoping, praying, that he would make the effort.

And in the next few weeks, he did. There were certainly the occasional taunts thrown towards your brother in the halls, but you supposed you could live with that. There were no more cruel pranks aimed towards you or Severus, and Sirius had even made James, Peter, and Remus write out apology notes and deliver them to you personally. You had probably gotten way too much enjoyment out of that one.

As you ate in the Great Hall, surrounded by a few acquaintances, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Behind you was a nervous looking Sirius. “Would you like to come over and eat with us? I swear, no bad intentions. We really want to get to know you.” His voice was much smaller than you had ever heard it. You weighed your options back and forth, but with the genuine effort he had been putting into righting his wrongs, there was no way you could deny him. “I would be delighted to.”

His face lit up at that, and you could see his confidence instantly repair itself. He led you over to where he and the other marauders sat, guiding you by placing his hand on the small of your back. The simple act caused your face to redden, but if he noticed, he didn’t say anything. Once you sat down at the table, everything was surprisingly normal. The other boys made one more quick apology each, but then the conversation quickly migrated to more light hearted topics.

“Okay, James,” it was hard to speak through your laughter, “You went up to this fifty year old dude, and insisted he was your mom?” The entire table burst out in laughter. “It was an intense game of truth or dare, I had ten galleons riding on it!” Remus smirked at him, “Yeah, but you still ended up losing,” he then looked to you, “You want to know why, Y/n?” You looked at him nodding, as you heard Peter groan, “Don’t do this mate.” Remus only spared him a glance as he launched back into his story, “So the truth or dare game was down to just Peter and James, and neither of them would back out. That’s when Sirius came out with this absolutely vile looking plate of chicken. It was cold, half raw, and definitely spoiled. We dared James and Peter to eat it for the win. James backed out immediately, but Peter ate it and puked for weeks.”

You had been drinking pumpkin juice as Remus told his story. But once he reached the part where Peter at the chicken, you lost it. Laughter spilled from your lips, and juice came up out of your nose. This only made the laughter at the table increase ten fold. You realized that you were receiving from worried glances from the students around you, but the laughter clouded your mind and you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You finally managed to calm yourself, and Sirius handed you a napkin of while wiping away a tear. You wiped away the juice, and caught sight of the watch on your wrist as you did so.

“Shit, I was supposed to be working on a Potions paper due tomorrow! I’ve gotta be off, this was lovely though!” You hugged Peter who sat right next to you, the boy looked a bit shocked, but satisfied nonetheless. You saw the pouty look emerge in Sirius’ eyes, so you leaned across the table and pecked him on the cheek. His face immediately blossomed into a lovely pink hue as the boys shouted out variations of, “You’re in!” “When’s the wedding?” and “Can I be the best man?” You smiled as you walked away from them, hoping that you’d be invited to sit with them again tomorrow.

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mischievovstar · 1 year

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James had a big secret that no one, not even Sirius knew about; which was his secret identity. No one knew that James was the friendly neighborhood Spiderman that fights crime, helps people and makes sure everything is normal.

Regulus was determined to find out what James had been hiding lately, and by taking something personal for James, will he succeed?

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waratah-moon · 1 year

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Violet returns to Hogwarts after winter break to find out Sirius has done something very stupid. Masterlist.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Violet Evans (fem Evans!OC), established relationship.

Warnings: Violet gets annoyed, implied sexual content if you squint, not beta read (lemme know if there are glaring errors)

1978, January, beginning of second term

“Hey princess,” Sirius grabbed his girlfriend’s hips, pulling her into a kiss.

“Hi,” Violet said, grinning. “I missed you.” Her hands slid into the back pockets of his jeans; he always waited until the last possible minute to put on his robes.

"It hasn't even been a week since your sister's wedding," he tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "That being said, I've missed you too. Like crazy, ma chérie."

He leant in for another kiss when the Hogwarts Express blew its horn, signaling the last chance for students to board. “Worst timing, hey?” Violet laughed, pulling apart from Sirius. “I've got to meet with the other prefects, but I'll come find you, okay?" She pecked his lips before taking off to the front carriage.

After an utterly pointless prefect meeting that had been sidetracked more than once by James (much to the annoyance of Lily), Violet and Remus made their way to a carriage at the end of the train where they found Sirius, Peter, Marlene and Mary.

After catching up on holiday news, Sirius, ever so predictably, turned the conversation on to himself.

“Vi, I have something to show you,” Sirius grinned, unbuttoning a couple more buttons from his shirt.

“Ugh,” Marlene groaned, “do you have to do that here?”

“Relax, it’s a new tattoo.” He pulled the his shirt collar down to reveal a flower tattooed on his chest, right above his heart. “Get it?”

“Is that a… a violet?” Violet’s eyes widened as she took in the ink. Telling by the scabbing, it was fresh. Each petal was darkly outlined and shaded with black, and filled in with hues of purple, yellow, and orange.

“Yup,” Sirius said proudly, turning to Remus to show him the new tattoo.

“You got a violet tattooed on you,” she said slowly, her eyes meeting Remus’s who gave her an understanding grimace. “Sirius we’ve haven’t even been dating for three months.”

Marlene and Mary groaned.

“I know, but I was going to get a new tattoo anyway, and the idea just came to me,” he turned back to her and saw the look on her face. “What, you don’t like it?”

She sighed, “I can’t deal with this right now. I'm going to find Morgana and Aisling,” she got up. “I’ll see you at dinner,” she slid the door of the carriage shut as she took off to find her friends.

"What did I do?" Sirius looked at his friends.

"You got a tattoo for her, mate," Remus shook his head. "And like she said, you haven't been going out very long." Remus reached across and moved Sirius's shirt, properly studying the art. It was clear Sirius had put thought into the placement of the tattoo. Green leaves framed the flower and weaved their way around the other ink on his chest. Two tiny words were scribbled above the top petal; ma chérie. It was obvious he'd thought about this piece longer than he let on. "I like it."

"You do?" Sirius did up a few of the buttons, leaving his tie loose.

"I think it was a bloody stupid thing to do so early in your relationship," Remus leant his head back and shut his eyes. "But it's a nice tattoo."

“Hey,” Sirius slid into the seat next to his girlfriend at the Gryffindor table. It was dinner time and she'd already made him a plate.

“Hi.”

“Look, I’m sorry about the tattoo. You know I’m impulsive. I love you, Vi, this was just my way of permanently proving it to the world. If it bothers you that much I’ll find a spell to remove it.”

Violet sighed and took his hand, intertwining their fingers, “I was shocked, that’s all. Now that I've had time to think about it, I actually think it’s quite sweet. Plus it shows everybody you’re all mine,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Permanently.”

“I am yours. Forever,” he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, his free hand settling on her thigh as he gave it a squeeze.

“I’m going to have to properly inspect it later. Make sure it’s up to my standard.”

“Of course, wouldn’t expect anything less. You got anything knew to show me?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She'd hinted at going shopping last time they saw each other.

“I may have bought some new things, you’ll just have to wait and see.”

He groaned, rubbing her thigh. “You’re too good to me, ma chérie.”

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