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starlight | s.b.

tw: sh

sh comfort, sirius black x reader

You feel the blood rush to your head, see the thick red liquid trickling down your arm, taste the salty tears on your cheeks. Your back aches from pressing against the wall, slumped down on the floor of the bathroom.

You choke back a sob as you press the blade to your wrist, wincing as the bright red droplets pool within the white line. Just one more. Your brain screams at you to hurt yourself again. One last one. The voices in your head intensify as you slice your skin, again and again.

This was your fault. You deserved this. Failing on a charms test - how could you be so stupid? You had studied for hours in a row, and still managed to fail. You stupid girl. You internally curse yourself, pressing a hand to your mouth to muffle your sobs.

Your head starts to feel fuzzy from the blood loss, the red liquid dripping from your hand like water from a faucet. Black spots cloud your vision as your eyelids droop, head lolling onto your shoulder. Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door and your eyes snap open in panic. "Y/n, love, are you in there?" Sirius' voice blares through the haze in your head like starlight.

"Uh-" you scramble to stuff the blade into your pocket, grabbing the toilet roll from the sink. "Yeah, I'm in here. I'm okay!" your voice turns unnaturally high-pitched. You start to wrap the toilet paper around your arm, wiping your face on your sleeve. "Are you sure you're alright?" he probes. "I-uh-" a sob escapes you as your nails graze a scar, and you hear the sucking in of a breath on the other side of the door.

"Y/n, I'm coming in." Sirius says firmly as the knob turns. The door creaks as he steps in, and you choke out a sob and hurriedly pull your sleeves down in an attempt to shield him from your mess. It didn't work. You see the panic flashing in his eyes as they widen, and he rushes towards you, grabbing your bloodied wrists.

You wince and he loosens his grip. "Sorry." he says quietly. "Can I - can I see?" you gulp down the lump in your throat and nod, glancing away with tears rolling down your cheeks. Sirius carefully rolls back your sleeves, his breath hitching as his eyes land on the white scars lining your arms. The blood continues to cruelly drip down your wrist, mocking you. You brace yourself for the screams and taunts that will spurt from his mouth. But they never come.

"Y/n. Look at me." he says, his voice cracking. You suck in a deep breath as you feel his fingers on your chin, lifting your head till your eyes meet. His eyes are round and glassy, tears threatening to spill. The look on his face breaks your heart in two, and you let out a wrangled cry of defeat. A tear slips down his face as he immediately pulls you into his embrace. "You're okay. You're okay." he croaks out as you melt into the hug, crying into his sweater.

The both of you stay there for what feels like forever, Sirius' hands rubbing circles on your back while you grip him so tightly as though he would be taken from you if you didn't. He presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head while whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You feel his own tears on your hair, his heartache seeping through your skin.

Your sobs finally quieten and Sirius pulls back slowly, holding you at arm's length. He cups your face, wiping away the tears. "My lovely girl. Why didn't you say anything before?" he whispers. You sniffle. "I'm sorry. It was- it was hard," you mumble, glancing away. He shakes his head and smiles gently. "Nothing to apologise for, love. I just wish you had told me, so I could carry some of your pain for you.”

"But they're my problems. Not yours. You shouldn't have to burden yourself for me," you murmur, looking at him guiltily. He gently presses a finger to your mouth. "None of that. If my girl is hurting, it's my job to shelter you from that pain, okay? Please just... just tell me what's wrong, and I swear I'll try to make it better. I'll do anything it it meant you didn't harm yourself," he says firmly, his eyes swirling with so much guilt, hurt and love.

You nod slowly. "Okay, my sweet girl?" he asks softly, thumb grazing over your cheek. "Okay,” you reply quietly, mustering a weak smile. He smiles softly in response and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Good girl. Now let's get you cleaned up while you tell me what's been going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?" he asks softly, lacing your fingers together. You nod meekly as he pulls you into another bone-crushing hug, so full of affection that you feel your pain start to dwindle.

"I hope you know I love you. And I'm sorry that things have been hard, but I'm here now. You're safe with me." he whispers, raking his fingers through your hair. You smile weakly, squeezing him tighter. "I know,” you mumble fondly, your voice overflowing with gratitude. He starts to grin, his usual flirtatious nature coming back to him. "And I also hope you know that once I'm done cleaning you up, I'm gonna cuddle you and kiss you stupid." A giggle slips out of you. “I'd like that very much."

"Cuddles fix everything, just trust me," Sirius grins, pecking your cheek. You smile fondly, knowing full well that you could trust his starlight to shield you from the storm in your head.

anytime | s.b.

tw: smut, fingering, oral sex

sirius black x reader

You lie on your boyfriend's bed in the Gryffindor boys dorm, watching Sirius paint his nails. His long, slender fingers toying around with the nail polish bottle does awful things to you. His long, black hair is tied up in a bun, exposing the tattoos trailing down his neck and below his shirt. Soon enough, you feel your cheeks start to warm and the wetness between your legs.

"Siri?" you squeak, now starting to rub your thighs together. "Yes, love?" he perks up, looking over at you. He smirks when he realises what's going on. "What do you need?" he grins, feigning innocence. "Need you," you whine, your hand slipping in between your thighs. "Take care of me."

He stands up and makes his way over to you, smirking. "Anything for my girl," he whispers, sitting down next to you and cupping your cheeks, pulling you into a fierce kiss. You kiss him back hungrily, tongue slipping into his mouth. He nibbles at your lip, eliciting a moan as you run your hands through his hair.

After what seems like an eternity, you pull back, trembling and breathless. He grins at how flustered you look, and moves to take off your shirt. You quickly grab his wrist, shaking your head. "No - can't wait any longer..." you mumble bashfully, guiding his hand towards your sensitive spot, the bedsheet below you moist with your fluids.

Sirius chuckles. "If that's what you want, love," he whispers, grazing a finger over the thin layer of cloth. You whimper, instinctively clenching your thighs together. He pulls your legs apart and pushes your chest till you're laying down, before peeling off your panties.

"God, you're wet." he murmurs, taking in the view before him. Your legs are shaking with anticipation and you moan as the white wetness drips out of you. "Please... need you..." you mumble as he smiles and starts to brush his fingers over your folds. You groan in pleasure as he presses his finger into your entrance, slowly working up the momentum. Your sounds of pleasure get louder and louder as he presses another finger into you, simultaneously sucking on your clit. "Such a good girl, aren't you?" he smirks.

Your back arches as he pumps his fingers faster, moaning loudly. He drops to his knees, and presses a quick kiss to your inner thigh before beginning to lap at your cunt. You whimper, gripping his head and fighting to keep your eyes open as his nose nudges your sensitive clit. "Tastes so good." he murmured, his face covered with your arousal. Your thighs clench around his head as you make loud noises of pleasure.

"Sirius... I- I'm gonna come..." you breathe out, gasping as the sound of him slurping against you made the coil in your stomach tighten. "Come for me then, my lovely girl." he whispered as he sucked, and that was enough to send you over the edge, the coil in your stomach unravelling as the white hot liquid spurts out of you. He holds your thighs firmly in place as you ride out your high, sighing in content.

You flop down and lay there tiredly, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as Sirius moves up to lay with you. His face is coated with your liquid and he licks it off contentedly. "That was good, huh?" you giggle, leaning in to kiss him gently as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace.

"So good." he murmurs as he rubs your back. "I love you, pretty girl." You smile, nuzzling into his chest. "Thanks for taking care of me."

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. "Anytime, love.”

home | s.b.

tw: fluff

sirius black x reader

You feel the exhaustion seep into your muscles as you stumble into the house, kicking off your shoes. The weight of the day hits you like a ton of bricks, and you feel like collapsing right there in the entryway.

You will yourself to trudge a few steps further into the living room, and your eyes land on him.

Sirius sits on the couch watching TV, hands wrapped around a mug. He beams at you, and suddenly everything feels a little lighter.

"Hey, love. How's your day-" Without a word, you shuffle towards the couch and collapse into him, groaning. He shifts against you, getting more comfortable before instinctively wrapping his arms around you. "Oh, sweetheart. What happened?" he coos as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent of sandalwood and leather. You instantly feel better, as though his affection was seeping into your skin and squeezing the exhaustion out of you.

"Tired. Long day. Headache," you whine, hugging him tighter as he starts to rub small circles into your back. "My poor baby." he murmurs amusedly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Would you like me to run a bath for you? Order some food so it's here when you're done?"

You sigh defeatedly. "Don't have the energy to wash up." Sirius shrugs against you, "I can do it." You feel your heart swell, wondering how lucky you were to end up with a man who loved you fiercely day after day, with a heart full of love to give, love he never received before. It takes all your energy to raise your head slightly and smile at him gratetully, but it was worth it as he smiled back and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Love you," you murmur, grinning dopily as you lay your head on his chest. You feel him smiling as he nuzzles his face into the top of your head. "Love you too, sweetheart."

At that moment, nothing else mattered but his arms around you and your head on his chest.

No matter how much the world outside tore you apart, at the end of the day, you could always come home to him.

perfect | s.b.

tw: body dysmorphia, fluff

insecure reader, sirius black x reader

You stand in the Gryffindor dorm, staring at your reflection in the mirror with a defeated look on your face. You're stripped down to your bra and panties, so you can see your body for itself. Your fat, ugly, body. You turn this way and that, inhaling deeply and standing straighter to try and make your stomach look smaller. Your mind starts to race with curses and cruel words about how disgusting you looked.

A tear snakes down your cheek as you wrap your arms tightly around your stomach, as though you could physically squeeze the fat away. Your gaze is hopelessly transfixed on your reflection in the mirror, not even realising when your boyfriend peeks his head in through the door.

Sirius sees the tears on your face and feels his heart drop to his stomach, silently padding across the floor towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist and you flinch, snapping back to reality as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" he whispers, kissing the tears on your cheek. "Nothing." you sigh, willing more tears not to fall but they do anyway, seeing your boyfriend's reflection in the mirror. Seeing how perfect he was, with his silky black locks and stormy grey eyes and body of a greek god. He could easily have any girl he wanted. Why did he ever choose you?

"Baby," Sirius murmurs sadly but bemusedly. "I can see the cogs turning in your head and the tears in your eyes. What's got my girl so upset?" he nudges at your cheek gently. You turn your face away, not missing the look of heartbreak on his face. "I just... I was thinking... I think I'm too fat." you mumble quickly, wanting to get it over with, wanting to hear the truth spill from his lips.

There's dead silence for a moment, as Sirius tries to take in what you said. His mouth opens and closes a few times as he stares at you in the mirror. Your breath hitches, feeling the dread settling in your stomach. "What?" he finally blurts out, seemingly at a loss for words. He grabs your hips tightly and spins you around to face him. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, love. Why - why would you even think you're too fat? Who told you that?" he says, his words filled with so much sincerity and worry you feel like you could cry.

"No one told me that... I just felt that way," you mutter, glancing away as an embarassed blush coats your cheeks. Sirius sighs. "Baby. Look at me," he says firmly, tilting your chin up until you finally meet his eyes. The love in his eyes makes you slightly giddy. "You're drop dead gorgeous. And I'm not just saying this, I mean it. You're not fat, you're perfect the way you are. I love your curves. I love your body. I love everything about you."

You open your mouth to deny, but Sirius clamps a hand over your mouth, shaking his head and smiling lightly. "No, let me tell you just how pretty you are, baby." He takes his hand off your mouth and holds you at arm's length, his hands on your waist.

Sirius moves his hands to your stomach and smiles at you, his eyes never once leaving yours. "I love your adorable little belly pouch, it's the perfect place to lay my head on. And when you wear tight dresses, it makes you look like an angel," he coos, and you feel your heart melt as he squeezes your stomach gently. He moves his hands to your sides, tracing the length of your hips with his long, slender fingers.

"These stretch marks, they're beautiful. They're yours. And they make your skin look like a veil of golden stardust with dark marks of the galaxy peeking through," he says earnestly, his grin widening as he sees your cheeks start to redden.

Sirius trails his hands to your thighs, pinching them playfully. "And my favourite place to be is in between these jaw-droppingly stunning thighs," he smirks, earning a watery chuckle from you as you slap his arm away playfully. Grateful tears start to pool in your eyes again as he pulls you towards him, burying your head in his chest. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, angel." he murmurs, affection coating his voice as he whispers in your ear. "You're beautiful. And don't you ever doubt that, okay?"

You nod against his chest as the tears stream down your cheeks. "Thank you," you choke out, feeling your heart swell with love for your boyfriend who accepted your body, heck - who worshipped it. He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "Nothing to thank me for. If my girl forgets just how godly she looks, I don't mind reminding her." You hear the smile in his voice and pull back slightly to see the smirk start to take over his handsome features.

Sirius wipes your tears away and takes your hand, pulling you towards the bed. That earns a giggle from you as he announces cheekily, "Now, let me kiss every part of your hell of a body and remind you just how perfect you are."

flinch | s.b.

tw: angst, swearing

hurt to comfort, sirius black x reader

"Why the fuck would you do that? Why would you fucking flirt with her?"

"I wasn't flirting with her, goddamn it! I was being nice!"

"Yeah, being nice meant giving her a kiss goodbye, didn't it?"

"I didn't kiss her! Oh my god, I- I could hit you right now!" Sirius yelled, the last drops of his anger ringing in the silence as you flinch, reflexively bringing your hands up to cover your face. His eyes widen in shock, then understanding. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before slowly stepping towards you.

"You're trembling. Oh my god, you're trembling. I'm so sorry," he murmurs, reaching one hand out towards you, as though you were some rabid animal. You instinctively move away from his touch. "No, I- I'm fine," you choke out, lowering your trembling hands. "I'm okay, sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry."

He coos in pity, stepping towards you again, but stopping short when he sees the way you wince. He sighs and drops his hands to his sides. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I... I took it too far. I'm so sorry, dove." he murmurs, looking at you with concern. Given both yours and his past, living in abusive households had pushed the both of you to make a promise never to yell at each other.

Sirius broke that promise. He broke your trust. The thought of that caused you to let out a sob, and you squish your hand to your mouth to muffle it. Sirius makes a strangled sort of noise in his throat as he reaches out towards you again. "Baby," he breathes out, voice laced with hurt. "Can I hug you?" You hesitate for a moment. Then you nod, and he closes the distance between you.

Sirius gently wraps his arms around you, unsure just how much you want. But when you bury your head in his chest and tighten your hold around him, he squeezes you in a strangling hug. You lean into the embrace gratefully. "I'm so sorry. I don't want to do this,” you sniffle into his chest, your tears wetting his shirt. "Do what, love?" he asks quietly, stroking your hair.

“I feel like I'm guilt-tripping you. I'm sorry. I don't wanna be the girl that flinches." He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head and buries his face in your hair. "I know you don't, baby. Heck, we both don't wanna be that person. But you're not guilt-tripping me. I get it, and I shouldn't have broken our promise. I'm sorry. It happened just this once, never again."

You hum in response, a few more tears slipping down your cheeks as you stay in the tight embrace. "Were you cheating, though?" you mumble, your voice starting to shake with anxiety.

"No," he responds immediately, no hesitation in his words. Sirius clutches you tighter. "I wasn't, and I'm sorry if I made it seem that way. Lily's always been a pal, and that's all she'll ever be. I shouldn't have hugged her like that if it made you uncomfortable."

You feel relief blooming in your chest at his words, and you nod silently, finally pulling away slightly to look at him. You raise your head to meet his eyes, and he smiles softly at you, his eyes full of guilt and love as he presses a kiss between your eyebrows. "There's my beautiful girl," he murmurs, grinning as he rubs his thumbs over your cheeks, his forehead resting on yours. "Now, how about we go get some ice cream? You could have two scoops, on me."

You smile back, and Sirius' eyes light up as though you've personally strung up all the stars in the sky. "Three scoops?" you ask, widening your eyes and pouting in an attempt at a puppy face. He looks you up and down, rolls his eyes and sighs, the hint of a smile on his lips. "Just this once, sweetheart. But you gotta share."

You shake your head and groan in mock defeat, earning a chuckle from him as he helps you put on your sweater and presses a loving kiss to your lips.

mouth wide open | s.b.

tw: major character death

post-azkaban sirius x reader

summary: your husband, sirius, returns to you after twelve years. but at what cost?

A million different memories flash in your mind as you stare transfixed at the man in front of you - intertwining your fingers together when you first entered Hogwarts at 11. Smiling into the first kiss the two of you shared at fifteen. Being held in his arms as you sobbed into his chest when he proposed at twenty-one. Once memories to treasure had now morphed into memories to desperately grasp onto as they were snatched away from you.

“You just wait and see, love. I’ll leave you with your mouth wide open,” he used to say confidently, a grin on his face before he went and did something stupid to impress you. A small smile forms on your lips as you recall how often he claimed that in your teenage years.

It felt surreal, the moment you had dreamt of for years finally taking place right before your eyes. Twelve years, to be exact. You continue to stand there dumbly, quietly taking in his features and timeless beauty. His long, silky black hair, now unruly and messy with lack of care. His hypnotising grey eyes, now sunken and without a spark. Hey, what about that smile of his - the one which always made your heart flutter? You lock your eyes on his lips, eyes lighting up as you see the corners of his mouth tilted up in that familiar, teasing smirk. The familiar sensation of butterflies soaring in your stomach takes over your senses as you look him up and down.

Sirius Black. A name you had grown so accustomed to calling, but a name that had never left your mouth for the past twelve years. He was here now, after all this time. Sirius kept his promise - he said he would return to you, and he did. Your prayers had been answered. The world had brought your husband back to you.

But oh, how you wished he had been brought back to you alive.

“Miss?” the mortuary worker asked irritably, her voice filtering through the haze in your head, causing you to snap back to reality. “Is this your husband or not?”

You glance at her, inhaling sharply. The taste of blood is metallic in your mouth as you bite your lip to stop it from quivering. “Yes,” you murmur, your eyes glossing over as you reach over and gently close his eyes. “This is my husband, Sirius Black.”

“Good,” she mutters to herself, scribbling something on a piece of paper before grabbing the cart carrying his dead body and wheeling it out of the mortuary. You silently watch as he leaves you again. He had left you with a broken heart, crushed soul, and true to his words - your mouth wide open.

for this request: may i have something along the lines of either yn or Sirius was having a really bad panic attack about sh and the other was helping calm down? Sorry if that's confusing it made more sense in my head!

all of it | s.b.

tw: mentions of scars, implicit but not present sh, crying

sirius black x reader

The empty food packets strewn all over the living room must’ve been a testament to how you were feeling. Sirius notices it, and the grimy smell that envelopes your apartment, as he quietly enters and kicks off his shoes.

It gets worse as he enters the hallway, food crumbs and empty bottles of beer littering the floor. He stops short right in front of your door. The place was a mess; he deduced that you were probably the same.

Sirius knocks carefully so as to not frighten you, straining his ears to hear the soft sound of your sniffling.

“Yeah?”

There’s so much pain in your breaking voice, Sirius thinks he can physically feel it cutting through his heart. “Hi baby, it’s me. Can I come in?”

It’s quiet for a moment before you let out a defeated “Okay.”

He slowly pushes open the door, eyes searching around the messy room before they finally land on you.

You were all curled up, knees to your chest and chin placed in between as you stared lifelessly at the wall in front of you with tears dribbling down your cheeks. Your hands were slotted under your thighs, and one look at that told him exactly what was wrong.

Sirius makes his way over to sit in front of you, tugging you closer until your knees were smushed between the two of you with his strong arms caressing your back. He rubs it slowly, feeling your T-shirt ride up as he traces shapes on your spine.

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to. He knows you would want to tell him yourself. “Siri,” you start, your voice nothing louder than a murmur.

“Yeah, love?” he whispers back, head tucked on your shoulder as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“It’s getting bad again,” you choke out, and Sirius feels the tears wetting his shirt. He pulls away slightly to nudge your knees apart until they’re wrapped around his hips, and you’re pressed against him with your face buried in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s gonna be okay.”

He lets you sob, and does his best to keep his own tears in. You were weak, so it was his turn to be strong for you.

This was a common occurrence in the process of your healing; which you’d agreed to start when Sirius had first discovered the red lines marring your wrists a few months ago. He’d cried, you’d cried, and a promise was made to help you get better.

You were working hard, but Sirius knew that sometimes the demons were too big to run away from, the days were too gloomy to shine a light upon. Relapses were bound to happen.

And so he continues to hold you as you fall apart, picking the broken pieces up, and having faith in the fact that you’d try your hardest to fix yourself back up tomorrow.

“I thought I was getting better. But today was just… bad. So bad.”

Sirius squeezes you impossibly tighter, swallowing the lump in his throat before he answers. “You are getting better, sweet girl. You are. One bad day doesn’t change the number of good days you’ve been having.”

All he gets is a small guilty croak in response. He tugs on your arms from underneath your thighs, and brings them to his sides.

You feel his slender fingers slipping under the long-sleeved material, hovering over the indents on your wrists. You press your face further into his shoulder shamefully.

Sirius continues to rub your back with one hand, bringing your wrist up to his lips with the other as he gently kisses the new streaks of red. He feels your body shuddering against him, and his heart sinks for the pain he knows is clawing at you.

“Love, listen to me,” he says tenderly, and you feel his breath on your wrist. “Today doesn’t mean anything, okay? You’re so strong for even trying to fight the urge.”

The guilt tears at you, knowing that you had failed to stop yourself once again. “But-“

“No buts, gorgeous. You tried and that’s all that matters. I’m proud of you. So proud that I’m gonna buy you a medal from the dollar store tomorrow.”

He smiles softly upon hearing your wet chuckle, which immediately turns to tears again when he starts to pepper sweet kisses on your other wrist.

“You’re gonna get clean, you hear me?” he whispers as he feels the scars against his lips. “You’re gonna get clean, one step at a time. And I’m sticking with you through all of it.”

A warbled thank you bubbles out of you as he sighs, dropping your wrist to cup your head and bury his face in your hair.

Your hair had a reek to it, he noted. The house was a mess, and your heart was breaking. But Sirius knew there was no way he could love you any more than he did, flaws and all. He was determined to be there for you through all of it, the good days and the bad ones.

Godmother

Sirius Black x deceased reader

Summary: While Harry and his friends stay at Grimmauld Place for the summer Sirius tells the trio + Ginny about Harry's first Christmas with his Godmother

Authors note: Everything in Italics is a memory and Y/N died shortly after Lily and James after being attacked by a group of Death Eaters for context :)

“Harry, did I ever tell you about your first Christmas?” Sirius mused as he sat at the table eating lunch in number 12 Grimalled place with Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny. “No, I don't believe you have,” said Harry, swallowing his sandwich. “Well it all started when Y/N, your godmother, decided we would all celebrate your first Christmas as a family"

“So let me get this straight, you’re telling me you want to spend all of December with the guys?” Sirius said, “Yes and Lily Prongs Jr. too of course”

“I'm sorry but they called me Prongs Jr.?” Harry interrupted with a snort while the two girls laughed. “As a matter of fact, we had to stop calling you that because you stopped responding to Harry,” Sirius said like it was a scandal. “No!” Hermione said disbelieve “No joke! Your mother wasn’t too happy about that” Sirius said more so directed at Harry than anyone else. “I bet Y/N must have loved that” Ron piped up thinking back to the previous stories they had heard of you. “Oh yeah, she had a field day with that one and started calling you Bambi until your mother threatened to take away her babysitting privileges” to this, the group of teens stayed silent for a moment before he continued “To watch me while I watched Harry,“ like it was the most obvious thing in the world while Remus, who had been listening from the doorway failed to contain his laughter, remembering how Lily said she would let ‘Uncle Moony’ watch Sirius instead of yourself. "She was quite amusing to be around,” Lupin said sitting next to his old friend at the table with a smile. “Yes, yes she was”

So as the group of friends talked about Y/N's plan, they had eventually decided to spend the week of Christmas together instead of the month. “James you were supposed to get the lamp from the basement an hour ago!” “Sorry Moony! I’ll go get it now, don’t get your knickers in a twist ” James mumbled to himself, making his way down to the basement “He’s got dad brain, ease up!’’ Lily shouted from the kitchen where she was watching Harry eat a plate full of leftover rice, mango and what was left of the lucky charms while Y/N was preoccupied fanning out the rest of the smoke from the chicken fingers Peter somehow managed to burn to a crisp in the toaster oven.

“It was only day one and they almost burnt the house down?” Ron asked bewildered “Yeah but right before that, Sirius managed to knock down the Christmas tree we had spent all morning covering in fake snow and tinsel ” Remus interjected while Sirius looked only groaned “Yeah and it only went downhill from there”

DAY THREE OF CHRISTMAS WITH THE FAMILY

“Come on you lot! we’ll be late for dinner ” Lily yelled up from the bottom of the stairs standing with Remus, Harry and Peter. “Sorry darling the other two may be a moment” James chuckled as he came down the stair with the presents for Remus’s parents and a smile, giving his wife and son each a peck on the forehead.

“JUST HOLD STILL!”

“I AM!”

“NO YOUR WIGGLING!”

“HONESTLY LOVE, I TOLD YOU IN THE STORE THE ZIPPERS BROKEN!”

“NO, IT'S NOT- I FIGURED YOU JUST DIDN’T WANT ME SPENDING THAT MUCH BUT NOW I SEE YOU JUST DON'T LIKE IT!”

"OKAY THATS A FIB! I TOLD YOU ITS LOVLEY AND YES YOUR SHOULDN’T HAVE PAID THAT, PARTICULARLY- BECAUSE! IT! IS! BRO-KEN!”

“They really are meant for each other” Remus rolled his eyes “I think it’s sort of sweet” Peter smiled

“She didn't think about fixing it with magic?” Ginny asked while Sirius laughed “It wasn't even broken, she was just being difficult” he huffed while Remus rolled his eyes and mouthed “It totally was” while the kids giggled. “Then why did you buy it?” Harry asked humouring Sirius at this point. “It complimented her eyes” he said with a lovesick as the others only laughed and tried to picture the two together.

“Mr. and Mrs. Lupin! so nice to see you again!” Lily said as she handed Harry over to Peter as the rest of the group was already inside, Peter looked incredibly uncomfortable holding the small child while Lily hugged Mrs. Lupin. While the three chatted excitedly about the new edition to the Potter house the rest of the gang handed off their coats to Y/N who was hanging them in the hall closet.

“-Yeah but when he got home it was already over” “How was he that late?” “That's what I wanna know!” Y/N finished while the rest of the dining room was sent into a fit of giggles. “Attention! Attention please!” Sirius announced, pushing out his chair to stand. “First, I would like to raise a glass to Mr. and Mrs. Moony for the wonderful dinner," he said while Remus only rolled his eyes "but I have a question for Lily and Jamesy boy here,” Sirius said as he moved to climb up on his chair before stepping on the table while Y/N and Lily were mouthing sorry from their seats with puzzled expressions. “Will you hand me, Harry?” He said with a straight face while, Lily displayed a look that could only be described as judgmental disbelief while her counterpart held a smirk.

“You expected my Mom... to give me to you… When you standing on the table in the middle of dinner” Harry asked in disbelief “Naturally, your father was supposed to work it out” Sirius stated fondly.

“No! your standing on a table! He’s a little too young to participate in your ‘Dinner theatre’ Sirius” Lily said looking to little Harry who was sitting in his high chair in between his parents. “Ugh just hand him over” Sirius groaned still on the table before nearly stepping in the casserole dish full of stuffing, tipping it on its side. “Thank god we’ve already had seconds" Y/N groaned after apologizing to the Lupins and trying to coax her boyfriend off the table. “Speak for yourself dear, those were your leftovers” Mr. Lupin said nudging Peter with a smirk. James, Remus and Mr. Lupin seemed to be having a grand time. Peter sat silently giggling but nevertheless confused, Lily looked unimpressed, Mrs. Lupin, intrigued and Y/N desperately trying not to smile at whatever the bloody hell Sirius was doing on the table.

“Fine, be like that! I’ll just improvise” Sirius exclaimed dramatically, flailing his arms above his head and pulling his foot out of the way of the food. “Y/N my love?” “Sirius my love?” “I can ask you anything right?” “Pretty much yeah but the tone of voice your taking is slightly unsettling” “Well what can’t I ask you?” he said lifting a brow with a hand rested on his hip “Sirius mate, your stalling,” James said giving him a look “Oh, Yes, My apologies. Y/N I love you” “You really had to stand on the table to tell me this?” “What? No! I was just kind of hoping one of the questions I was allowed to ask you is… Will you marry me?”

“Wait, wait, wait you didn't have a Plan?” Hemione said looking appalled at his lack of preparation “Of course I did! Harry’s mother just ruined it” Sirius replied with the snarkiness you would usually find in someone less mature. “What was the original plan?” Harry asked, curious as to how he was going to be used in his godmother’s proposal. “Ah, I’m glad you asked dear boy, Well you see I was going to have you give Y/N her ‘Christmas gift from ‘you’ and it was going to be the ring” “Why were standing on the table then?” Ron asked before Remus piped up, Never having considered it “Yeah, why were you on the table?” “For dramatic effect? What would you have had me done it on your mothers shag carpeting?”

Y/N looked around the table to see her group of friends smiling at her, bubbling with excitement over the inevitable. Then Lily, who looked a mix between of a proud friend , who had watched the two young adults grow together, fall in love, buy their first home and paint the walls blue. Then, there was the teenage girl, dressed in red and gold, squealing with her in joy after being asked out by the prettiest boy in their year she had been crushing on after being paired together in potions during fourth year. “Um, Yeah, sure,- Yes! Yes a million!” she exclaimed, jumping up from her chair to pull her now fiancee down for a kiss. Before she had the chance, he had pulled her to him, up on top of the table right before the flimsy folding table that had been set up to accommodate the large group collapsed under the weight of the two.

“You broke the table?!” Ginny said trying to stifle a giggle from the mental image alone of them all sitting around the table with Sirus standing atop it all with a sock partially covered in stuffing and the girl from the picture’s smiling in joy right before the table collapsed. “Yes I did, and they weren’t even mad about it” “My mother just wanted to start planning the wedding,” Remus said with a smile.

“Oh my god, you’re getting married!” Lily squealed after fixing the Lupin's dining table “I know!!!, look at this! It looks like something right out an enchanted fairytale. It couldn’t have been more perfect if it was made by-” Y/N exclaimed, taking off the ring, only to have it fall in the remnants of the turkey.

“Oh my goodness” Hermione sighed while Sirius cut her off with a hand “Don't worry, we found it,” he said before Remus chirped in, moving to sit next to Harry. “Yes, but that was after Lily yelled at you for taking so long, you practically teased us with your indecisiveness” “Oh! I’m ever so sorry that I spent too long trying to find the perfect ring and execution to propose with. No, your totally right Remus! I’m sure Y/N would have loved it so much more if I took a nice shiny washer and preposed to her in the swamp”. "So what happened next?" Ginny said ignoring the two’s bickering. "Well after that-" Sirius started to say before other members of the Order started to filter in. "Sorry kids but we'll have to reconvene at a later time," Remus said while they started to stand up to make room for the Order. "But-but" Ginny sputtered while Hermione pulled her up and out of the room. Leaving the kids to wonder.

Sultry | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: One argument gets a little too detailed.

Every sibling had a counterpart. Whether it be one was nice, and one was mean. Or one was smart, and one was incredibly dumb. Every sibling had their contradiction. Remus and Y/n Lupin were no different in the grand scheme of things, but on the outside, they were different people.

Remus wore robes of maroon and gold. Y/n wore robes of green and silver. They were only a year apart, but they were so incredibly different. Remus felt like from the minute she was born, they were meant to argue. Her sarcastic comments were unmatched, and her wit was incredible.

To be frank, it brought great smiles to James and Sirius’ faces when the Lupin siblings got into it. It was undoubtedly funny and incredibly jaw-dropping to watch them argue. It was a constant back and forth argument with how they differed. If one said something snarky, the following comment would be even better.

Sirius had never been on the receiving end of it until he had, and it brought a bright red flush to his face to get told off by the female Slytherin. Now Remus understood what was so fun about watching them argue. Remus and James had never seen Sirius look so flustered before.

This argument was supposed to be no different, “Are you fucking daft?” Y/n retorted, “Merlin, your voice makes my ears bleed.” Sirius muttered.

She quirked an eyebrow, “Does it now? Maybe you should listen to yourself. All you do is blah blah blah. You never shut up.”

“Well, maybe you should shut me up!” Sirius shouted, and Remus stilled, “Should I now?” Y/n approached slowly.

Sirius was quickly backed up against the wall and gulping down breaths nervously, “And what makes you think you deserve that?”

“Cat caught your tongue, darling?” Y/n purred, twisting his tie, “So tough on the outside, but as soon as you get what you want, you can no longer talk.”

Y/n leaned to whisper in his ear, “Maybe I should go talk to Regulus. You wouldn’t like that would you?”

Hands tightened on her waist as he clenched his jaw, making her chuckle, “That’s right. You wouldn’t like that, mm?”

“You forget Regulus is one of my closest friends.” Y/n teased, “Maybe, you’d enjoy the same things he does.”

“What is that suppose to mean?” Sirius growled, “What do you think, love?”

People gathered, watching them do this in the middle of a corridor, “Maybe if you use your words like a good boy next time. I’ll do what you want.”

Y/n pulled away with a wink leaving Sirius speechless and blushing like mad. Remus was appalled. Yes, he knew that Y/n could have any guy she wanted in the castle. That wasn’t new knowledge. But watching it happen, especially to Sirius, was an entirely different process.

“Alright.” James coughed, “Now that we know Sirius has a crush on Y/n and that your sister has slept with Regulus, I think we can move on.”

Sirius x reader

You had been friends with Sirius since you guys were in school. You had joined him into hiding. You weren’t being wanted or anything. You just wanted to make sure that he didn’t get into too much trouble and isn't too lonely. You were right now cleaning up the house. 

You were doing the dishes. You had to go out sometime to get you both food. You were hoping to at least clean the house before you had to get food.     

You then heard Sirius moving around in his office. You look over at the office confused. You thought that he was still asleep. You then went back to cleaning. After a few minutes Sirius came out of his room and into the kitchen. He then looked through the cabinets and then got something out to eat. He then cooked it.

You then finish cleaning the dishes and start drying them and putting them away. You then looked at him once you finished. You then leaned against the counter. “I’ll be going to get food soon. Anything you want me to get?” You asked. He looks at you and shakes his head. “Just the normal stuff you get.” He says and then starts eating. You nod your head before going back to cleaning.

You have fallen for Sirius after a while of staying with him. Maybe it's because you haven’t hung out with anyone but him but something just got you to fall for him. You sometimes would wish he would feel the same way but you knew he wouldn’t so you didn't even try. You just acted like you guys were friends and nothing more. 

But little did you know that he did like you back but he didn’t know how to show so he just continued like how you guys normally acted around each other. 

You then went back to cleaning the house. 

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It has been a few hours. You had finally finished cleaning and Sirius was working on whatever. You never really got into any of the things that he was working on. 

You then went over to see what he was doing. He was sitting in his chair, not doing anything. You then walk over to him and sit down beside him. You then put your hand on his shoulder. 

He seemed kinda tense. He then looks over at you. 

“When are you going out to get food?” He asked. You think and pull your hand back. 

“Maybe in a few minutes. Why?” You asked. He just nodes.

“I’m coming out with you,” He says. He then gets up and goes and puts his coat on. You stand up trying to stop him.

“Sirius, you know you can’t go out. You are still supposed to be in hiding.” You say and grab his arm and stop him before he can get to the door. He then turns around and looks at you.

“It will be fine. No one will know who I am. If so just act like you don’t know who I am and then they won’t take you too” He says. You sigh and shake your head.

“You know I won’t allow that. I don’t want to lose you again. So you stay here and I will be back soon” You say, trying to reason. He groans.

“I haven’t been outside in days. Just this once and that's it.” He says. All you could do was shake your head. You did want to let him outside but he was still on the search and you can’t let them find him. You then sigh.

“Sirius just stayed inside.” You say. You then head to the door. You then put your shoes on and look at him. But when you went to he had closed his door so all you were looking at was his door to his room. You just sigh before leaving the house and heading to the store. 

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You finally came back with a few bags of food in it. You then went into the kitchen. You then set everything down and started putting things down. While you put everything away you looked over at Sirius' room and saw that the door was still closed. You sigh and then put everything away.

Once everything was away you then headed to his room. He still hasn’t come out since you've been here. You then knock on the door. But you didn’t get a reply. You then opened the door a little and slowly walked in. You looked around and saw that he was sitting in his seat looking at his desk. ‘He must be in deep thought’ You thought to yourself. You then went over to him. You then wrapped your arms around him from behind. You then put your head on his.

You then felt him relax against you. You then held him. You look over at his face and see that his eyes were closed. You then relaxed too. This felt nice.

Next thing you know his chair then moves to where he was staring at you. You looked at him and smiled a little. He then wrapped his arms around you. Then he pulled you into his lap. He then held you close to him once you got into his lap.

Reader x Sirius Black oneshot

Waking up surrounded by the red blankets of Gryffindor tower, you thought the day would be fairly normal. A few exploded cauldrons, sure. Professor Slughorn yelling at a student, never. Peeves pulling a harmful prank, most definitely. But you would never be prepared for the test that Professor McGonagall placed on your desk during Transfigurations. You started answering the questions with a sigh as the rest of your class began their own. After 20 minutes of staring at a question, you were completely zoned out, so far out of the present that you didn’t even notice a certain James Potter peaking over your shoulder at your answers. And while you weren’t the best at Transfigurations, you still had an average above most. But recently, your mind had been occupied. No longer with school or what new book you were going to get at Flourish and Blotts, but a special someone who had captured your heart successfully after years of trying. Feeling hot breath on the back of your neck, you glanced up towards McGonagall who was grading papers before you turned your head to meet James’s  hazel eyes as your own narrowed. Checking that McGonagall was still occupied, you reached back smacked James over the head with an open palm, the sound echoing through the silent room as you and James scrambled to make yourselves look like it wasn’t you two who had caused the disturbance. Glancing at Remus Lupin, your desk partner, you smiled in embarrassment as his broad shoulders shook in silent laughter at James’s misfortune. He shot you a crooked smile as Professor McGonagall hushed the class when some Ravenclaw girls giggled at the sound of the smack. Everyone's focus shot back to their tests as McGonagall stood to make rounds of the classroom. Your focus shifted around the room as your eyes followed your head of house around it. Focusing your gaze on the one and only Sirius Black, you sighed as you watched his grey eyes trail around the room. His eyes meeting yours, you quickly stared down at your test, speed answering the questions as a blush covered your cheeks. 

After handing in your test and rushing out of the classroom to the main staircase, you began the descent to potions in a hurry. Stumbling down a few steps and just barely catching yourself, you heard your name being called from the entrance of the Great Hall. Looking up from the stairs, your eyes met with Black’s. Heaving a sigh, you jumped the last three steps to walk briskly towards the handsome boy before he kept yelling your name. Stopping in front of him, you watch him brush his curly black hair away from his forehead before you notice his smirk. You shake your head in fear, that smirk was never a good sign. It usually meant a prank, or he was getting ready to spew a pick up line. Sirius’s smirk grew as he noticed your fear, his hands reaching out to hold your smaller ones in his. 

“My dear Y/N. We have been friends for many years-”

“NO... we have not!”

Your voice echoed around the entrance hall as eyes were drawn towards the pair of you while other students kept rushing too their next classes. Shaking your head at the situation, you heard low chuckles coming from an alcove right beside Sirius’s shoulder. You watched as he turned his head, your eyes following the movement before you noticed the rest of the marauders hiding away in the alcove. Your hands tightened around the ones holding yours, grey eyes meeting your exasperated ones. A brand new voltage of smirk crossed the boys face as he licked his lips.

“Through the many ups and downs that I have helped you through, and with the love for me that gathered in your gathered in your heart-”

A snarl crossing your lips halted his sentence before it dropped as you realized, even though he was being a dick about it, he was right. You had been slowly becoming attracted to the Black boy, and no past boyfriend throughout the years had stopped it. Sighing, you dragged him into the alcove with his friends, deciding that they had chosen to want to witness the results of Sirius Black trying to woo the girl who ignored him. 

“Just shut up, Sirius! I understand that the theatrics are for your reputation but it doesn’t-”

Your words were cut off by lips pressing against yours, your hands reaching up to tangle in silky, curly locks. Pulling back a moment later, you opened your eyes after they had closed from surprise of the touch of his lips against yours. Staring at Sirius incredulously, you saw a genuine smile cross his lips as his friends cheered in the background, their wolf whistles and clapping muffled by the shock of the kiss. 

“My beautiful Y/N. Will you be mine?”

You just barely caught yourself as you felt tears of joy gathering in your eyes, your head nodding yes before you even realized it.

“Yes, you big mangy mutt. I’ll be yours.”

And thus began the chaos of your life long relationship with the one and only, Sirius Black.    

the name of the game

in which sirius black loses a bet with james. now he has to make y/n l/n fall in love with him by the end of the year.

sirius black x gryffindor!reader

the start of stupidity

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Trapped by Him | Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

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Pairing: Yandere, tattoo artist Sirius Black x Fem! Muggle Reader WC: 952 CW: Stalking, Swearing, Kidnapping, no use of Y/N, use of Avada Kedavra, this is just dark lowkey Author's Note: I'm gonna be so honest with you guys I've been sitting on this fic for months and it's just been sitting in the drafts... sorry also I’ve never written a Yandere fic before but I read a lot of dark romance sooo hopefully its good. I'm also thinking about making this multiple parts series but idk so lmk if you guys want more. Summary: Siris thinks he’s protecting you, you are his after all... even if you don’t know it.

kinda hate this mood board tbh

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How could he not watch her?

She was his flower. So soft, so pretty and so fucking defenseless. 

She was only a muggle after all, she didn't have magic to keep herself safe, who knows what could happen to her?! He just wanted to protect her!

No, he needed to protect her.

So he watched her, followed her. 

Made sure she would get to work just fine, made sure she made it home. He would watch her from across the room when she would go out to have dinner with her friends. 

He would watch and make sure no man went up to her, she was his after all, whether she knew it or not.

He just had to guarantee her safety. That was all he wanted to do, he wanted to make sure she was safe at all times. 

Well… he also wanted to do other things but those wants those needs weren’t important… for now.

He still remembers the moment she walked into his shop just a few months ago. 

Her friend had dragged her in and convinced her to get her first tattoo.

A little flower on her shoulder. 

While Sirius was tattooing her, she would wince and whimper every so often. That's when Sirius knew. Hearing her cry in pain just broke something in him.

He needed to protect his flower at all costs.

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You were walking to a pub where you and some of the girls from work were meeting up at. Honestly you didn't want to go, but your cousin had been telling you that you needed to get out of your comfort zone more.

So when one of your coworkers had invited you out you figured that was the best way to get out of your comfort zone since you had only ever said no up to this point.

You walked into the pub and spotted your coworkers right away.

After about 30 minutes of chatting you decided you needed something to drink. Tonight just felt like it was going on for, forever. 

You walked up to the bar waiting to get the bartender's attention.

“You're going to be waiting a while, love. This guy has no idea what he's doing.”

Looking at the seat next to you, you see a tall man with short black hair and big brown eyes.

“Yeah, I've kinda figured that out already.” 

Letting out a little chuckle, the man holds out his hand for you to shake introducing himself. “Spencer.” 

You shake his hand introducing yourself.

You and Spencer spend the better part of the night talking and getting to know each other. It was actually quite nice. You two had so much in common, he was nice enough and he was pretty cute. 

Your coworker had all left at some point waving as they left not wanting to interrupt your time with Spencer. 

You looked down at your watch and noticed it was almost midnight.

“Damn, it's getting late, I should be going now.” You stand up and grab your things. Spencer stood up as well smiling at you. “It's too dangerous to walk by yourself. Do you mind if I join you?”

“I'd like that a lot actually.” you smiled up him with a small nod and then you and Spencer started the short walk to your flat talking the whole way there. 

You were both so caught up in each other that you didn't notice the shadow that followed you.

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Sirius couldn't believe his eyes. 

His precious flower was walking into her flat with a stranger.  A man she had just met!

How could she be so stupid?

His poor stupid precious little flower.

This is why he had to watch her! 

He knew at that moment that he couldn't wait any longer.

He wanted to take his time getting to know her more, he wanted to learn about her more. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect before he brought her home but this just proved that he needed to act fast and now. 

Sirius watched as the light in her living room turned on. He could guess by the shadows that one of them, he was guessing you, was in the kitchen while the other person, that man, was in the living room. 

He knew your apartment like the back of his hand. He knew how to open every door without making a sound, and knew where ever loose floorboard was. 

He could walk in your flat in pure darkness without making a sound. He only knows because he's done it more times then he can count over the last few months. 

Sirius made his way to your flat casting ‘Alohomora’ to open the door silently. When he makes it into the living room all he can see is that man's hand on your face, stroking your cheek. 

You were allowing him to do so.

With a fucking smile on your face!

Sirius saw red. 

Before he can even process what he's doing, a flash of bright green light is shot at the man next to you.

The green light seemed to consume everything in the room blinding you then as the light fades and you look next to you, there Spencer is. He doesn't look like he's breathing, he's slumped on the couch, eyes wide open, no movement. 

He looked lifeless.

Before you had the chance to figure out what exactly was going on before you could even freak out all you were was ‘Stupefy’ and then everything went black.

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✧With all my heart✧

{You give Sirius a ring and he doesn’t know how to accept a gift like a normal person}

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Sirius has slung himself haphazardly over the velvet armchair, his legs hooked over the armrest and there’s a cigarette that sits on his supple lips, and you watch as he stretches upward, using his elbows for support, he turns his head towards the open window as he blows out a cloud of smoke.

His position doesn’t look comfortable, but he didn’t mind it, it was better than you sitting in the midst of his cigarette smoke.

“You alright? You’ve been quiet” he asks as he flicks the bud of his cigarette out the window, standing from the armchair and walking over to you on the sofa picking up a cherry-flavored sweet that sits in a small bowl on the coffee table.

He plops himself down by your side, and he's close, close enough that you can feel his body heat radiating from him.

“Yeah I’m alright” you smile as he slings his arm over your shoulder pulling you into his side, his lips press a kiss on the top of your head, “Oh! I brought something for you” you smile and Sirius looks at you with a quizzical expression.

“You did?” He smiles watching you take a tiny red box from the small pouch of your backpack, excitement tingles through his body leaving a fluttering feeling in his chest.

“Yeah, I was in this old antique store with Lily yesterday and this caught my attention, thought of you” your voice is quiet with a sudden shyness.

His heart blooms at the thought of him being on your mind, he takes it from your hands, and you watch as he opens the small box you feel giddy with nervousness as his eyes widen with surprise, and your index finger picks at the sides of your thumb as you wait for a response.

Sirius looks at you with nothing but fondness in his eyes, his black curls resting against his cheeks, “You're proposing to me?” He teases with a fake high-pitched almost whiny voice, taking the ring from its cushioned box.

“What? No!” You shake your head trying to grab the ring from his nimble fingers as he doges your erratic hands, the nervousness in your body seems to dissolve as he stops to admire the ring.

“Just teasing you sweetheart” he smiles as he pushes the ring over his index finger, it has a black band and it’s embedded with red crystal, and it fits, you sigh softly in relief.

“You’re such a dickhead” you whine pushing at his shoulders as he tries to hug you, leaning his whole body weight onto you, and you eventually cave in as he wraps his arms around your soft midsection, "Honestly, you're so insufferable" you sigh, he's laying between your legs on the sofa, his cheek smushing against yours and his hair pressed against the side of your face.

“Mmm yeah yeah— all I’m hearing is that you love me and you can’t get enough” he smiles pressing sloppy kisses against your warm face, giggling to himself when you whine out in disgust.

“You only hear what you want to hear, Sirius,” you say and he feigns offense mumbling about how you're breaking his heart, his head resting against your chest as his hand creeps under your shirt his cold fingers tracing the soft skin of your tummy.

“Such a sap” you whisper your fingers threading through his soft black locks as he nuzzles into you deeper.

“Whoa, full of it today aren’t you angel?” He lets out a breathy laugh looking up at you through his ridiculously beautiful eyelashes that could make any girl envious, your hand cups his flushed cheek, and your thumb gently caresses the beauty mark that sits underneath his right eye.

“Thank you— for the gift, it’s beautiful- hope it didn’t break your bank” he winces at his words, he doesn’t know how to truly thank you he’s never been the best at receiving heartfelt gifts, especially from you and your lovely heart.

“You don’t have to thank me handsome, besides I don’t have a budget when it comes to you” you murmur pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You can sense the shift in him he goes quiet, and he hates the voice that shouts from the back of his head about how you deserve someone better, someone, who isn’t so complicated.

“I love you” he whispers so quietly you almost don’t hear him, his hot breath fans across your chest, “I really do love you” he mumbles into your skin and he hopes you believe him, he hopes you realize that he appreciates you and your gift.

Your eyebrows knit together in worry as you continue to play with his soft hair, “I love you more Sirius” you whisper resting your cheek against the top of his head.

Suddenly he’s sitting on his knees looking down at you with a completely baffled expression on his pretty face, and it’s almost comical at how animated he looks, “You couldn’t even if you tried my love— even if you tried your hardest” he says with a smug smirk his index finger waves in front of your face as you roll you eyes.

You like this side of Sirius, his playful loving banter fills your heart with happiness and you hope you can continue to provide him with lovesick happiness for the rest of his life, he lays back down on top of you his head resting against the crook of your neck, "I love you with all my heart" his lips grazing against the soft skin of your neck as you giggle at how 'cheesy' he's being.

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☾⋆AN//Hope you enjoyed my loves!! <3 {{Requests are open btw!}}

I cope by writing stomach-churning fluffy Sirius.

✧Chop chop!✧

{You cut Sirius’ hair}

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Sirius is sitting on the end of your bed, crossed-legged with his red acoustic guitar in his lap, as carelessly strums a soft melody, there’s a crease that taunts his brows as he tucks a stray strand of black hair behind his ear for like the tenth time tonight, and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of you when he lets out a huff of frustration.

“Do you want a bobble?” You ask putting your book down, he looks up at you his facial features softening.

“It won’t help lovely, s’got a mind of its own” he sighs ever so dramatically before running a hand through his raven locks, “Needs cutting, all it of it” and there’s a smirk that teeters on his lips because he knows you’re absolutely mad about his hair for whatever reason.

“Okay, that’s a tad bit dramatic Sirius” you roll your eyes and he laughs at you, twiddling a strand around his finger, “You’re such a wind up” you deadpan as he pretends to cut his hair with his fingers.

You move over to where he’s sitting on the bed, your fingers combing through his soft hair, “I could cut it for ya” you smile fixing the pieces of hair that frame his face, placing a gentle kiss on his cupid's bow.

“Mm not sure I trust you with my hair” he taunts studying your face for a reaction.

“I’ll just cut it when you’re asleep” you smirk before leaning into him whispering a threatening, “Sleep with one eye open love” he laughs at you, his eyes shut and nose slightly crinkled with a joyful expression and it fills your heart with love.

“Alright fine, you can cut it just contain yourself okay? My hair is my best feature” he jokes but you have an inkling that his words carry an underlying seriousness.

You clap with excitement as you jump off the bed running to grab some hair-cutting scissors, Sirius would be lying if he said seeing you this excited to cut his hair wasn’t making him just a little nervous.

“Okay!— come take a seat handsome” you wink patting your desk chair for him to take a seat, he walks over with a certain hesitation.

“You sure you wanna do this in your bedroom?” He asks sitting in the chair as you wrap a towel around his shoulders, you move to stand in front of him, hands on his cheeks as you lift his head up to face you.

“This is going to blow your mind, but there’s a crazy invention called a hoover that-“

He rolls his eyes as he pinches the fat on your thighs you stop mid-sentence yelping his name in shock as you slap his shoulder.

“Alright, smartass” he sighs hands settling on the back of your thighs as he pulls you closer to him, your fingers threading through his hair, “Remember to contain yourself sweetheart” he reminds you watching as you take the scissors with a smile.

Sirius holds his breath as you cut the dark pieces of hair, he sees them fall on the floor from the corner of his eye, which he quickly shuts as your knuckles graze against his cheek.

“Breathe, Sirius” you let out a breathy giggle, and he blushes when he realizes just how close you are to him.

close enough for a kiss, he thinks and his hand cups your concentrated face pulling you into him and stealing your lips in a loving kiss, you gasp in surprise which only makes him laugh.

“Sirius you idiot, I could’ve- mm” and before you can finish complaining he pulls you back into him, his lip’s crashing against yours, his hand still squeezing your things.

You pull away suddenly feeling very warm, “Pack it in before I cut all your hair off” you warn him giggling as he makes a kissy face to you, you press one last kiss to his cheek, “Now behave” you smile as you continue to cut his hair.

It takes a little under an hour when you're finally done and you look at him admiring your work, his hair now sitting neatly just above his shoulders, and it frames his pretty face beautifully and you can’t lie you’re quite proud of yourself.

“Do I still look handsome?” He asks looking up at your proud smile, his fingers push through his hair the short length feels odd.

“Oh drop-dead gorgeous” you smile bringing a mirror to his face you watch as he checks himself out, nodding in approval with an impressed look on his face.

“Huh, should’ve more trust in you sweetheart” and perhaps Sirius has found himself a new hairdresser.

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Lazy morning

{mornings with Sirius}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Take a little break

{Sirius convinces you to take a break and you end up sharing your first kiss}

Hope you enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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Routine was something you found solace in, a day constructed by steps where everything fell into place, you couldn’t think of any other way to live, that was until you met Sirius Black who seemed to live the exact opposite, he called it ‘living in the moment' a concept that you had a hard time adjusting to.

But you tried even if it felt so impossible, you lived in the moment with him and you slowly learned to love it, the spontaneity of life with Sirius was so freeing, he taught you a lot of things about yourself that you couldn’t even begin to imagine as you did for him.

Loving him was the easiest part of it all, his laughter and soft touches, he made you feel so adored without fail constantly, it became hard to find flaws within yourself with the way he looks at you as if you were an angel sent from the heavens above and to him you are, you’re his angel.

Even when your sleeves are rolled up as you scribble down notes, papers sprawled across the table, he’s completely enamoured by you and the way your nose scrunches up slightly as you concentrate, or the way your purse your lips, god, he wants to kiss you so bad.

He’s been waiting for a little over half an hour for you to be done working but then again he thinks he’d wait for days with how pretty you look, the way the evening sun seeps into the room settling against your skin, angelic, he thinks.

He reaches over to hold your free hand, “You should take a break, angel” he tries for the fourth time tonight, with the hope that you might just actually listen to him this time.

“I can’t- I need to get this done” you mumble completely wrapped up in your own work as you reach over to another book, you start to read through the contents.

He leans back into his chair, his fingers tapping against the wooden table to the melody of old eighties songs you have playing on your phone, and he frowns at the obvious stress that envelopes you.

Sirius racks his brain trying to think of ways to get you to take a break, anything to stop that crease between your brows and the stress that settles in your eyes.

He moves his chair to sit beside you, a hand on your thigh as he watches you write notes, “When does it need to be handed in?” He asks softly, watching as you nibble the inside of your lip.

You look over at him, “Next week, Friday” you shyly tell him, going back to writing, and you hear him let out an audible sigh.

It was only Sunday, you had all week and the next to get this done but you were dead set on completing it now and your stubborn mind was nothing but relentless, you just had to get it done.

“Angel, you’ve got two weeks to do this, you can’t just do it all in one sitting,” he says, his tone is so caring it makes your chest flutter, “Come on, let’s go do something”

You purse your lips as you look down at the work then back to Sirius, you know he’s right you haven’t moved for what felt like hours and you’re in desperate need of a break, but that little voice in the back of your head is just so persistent.

“I can’t Sirius I just need to get this out of the way” you sigh, feeling a little guilty at the way his shoulders drop.

He takes your hand lifting it to his mouth as he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “Please?” He whispers and you can’t help but giggle at the way he pouts, the hopeful glint that flashes through his eyes, and you just can’t say no to him.

“What would we even do?” You ask smiling at how his eyes widen softly with shock, the relief that washes over him as you finally give in.

He hums as he thinks about the question, “We should go for a walk, get some air, then food?” He suggests, thumb grazing over the curves of your knuckles.

“Okay, yeah we can do that” You smile, as he pulls you up to your feet, you gasp at the sudden movement and the sound of the soft eighths music gets a little louder.

You shake your head with a chuckle noticing the playful smirk that teeters on his lips, “But first, we should dance” he says, pulling you closer to him and you’re already trying to push away from his arms.

“No Sirius I can’t dance” You giggle at the way he starts singing poorly to the lyrics of ‘Don’t you forget about me’ his hands are against your hips as he keeps urging you closer.

There's an uncontrollable smile that adorns his face, a sight you don’t think you could ever be bored of, as he spins you around before bringing you back into him, and you finally give in as you indulge him for a minute.

The pair of you dance messily together in your living room, socked feet colliding together as you both practically trip over each other, the sound of your laughter flows around you both and Sirius doesn’t think he could be any happier.

“You’re not that bad angel” he says chuckling at the way you roll your eyes, such pretty eyes, he thinks as you both continue to gently sway, his arms still wrapped around you.

Your head comes to rest against his shoulder, and for the first time in a couple of weeks, you finally feel at peace, “Yeah? I can't be as bad as you” you giggle as his fingers pinch at your sides.

You look at him a gentle hand brushing his hair behind his ear, he’s so effortlessly beautiful that it makes you almost envious, the way the now setting sun dusts against his skin, you reach up to press a kiss to his cheek.

He tenses slightly at the feeling, you're so close to him, so wrapped up in your love his hands cup either side of your face with such care, his eyes flicking from yours to your lips.

“I want to kiss you” he whispers, and he thinks his heart might jump out of his chest when you look at him, god such pretty eyes, he thinks once again.

You go giddy with excitement and you feel yourself heat up at his gentle words, “Can I Kiss you?” He lets out a shaky sigh.

He hasn’t the slightest idea of why he’s suddenly so nervous, perhaps it’s you, he’s scared of messing things up, going too fast, and ultimately he’s scared of losing you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

So he waits, he would wait forever, until you make up your mind, “Of course you can” You smile, and that’s all he needs as he pulls you closer to him, his lips capturing yours gently as you move into him.

It’s a short kiss broken by soft giggles that you just can’t help, a sound Sirius swears could fix everything wrong in the world, “I can’t kiss you when you’re all giggly” he says although he’s no better himself as he tries to stifle his own laughter.

“I’m sorry- I’m just happy,” you tell him, and he’s at a complete loss for words.

“I’m glad” he whispers as he pulls you back into him, his lips against yours once again, his head tilts slightly as he deepens the kiss.

You both completely lose yourselves in the feeling, the way his lips fit against yours so perfectly, how his hand rests against your cheek while your fingers thread through his hair.

He pulls away, his forehead resting against yours, “If we leave now we might still catch the sunset” you tell him, as he shakes his head his nose bumping against yours.

“Mm, I think I just want to stay here and kiss you,” he says peppering kisses against your face, how could you say no to that?

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The Bookshop

Summary: Bouquet in hand, Sirius feels slightly more prepared to see her. A lot has happened in the last five years, and the two have a lot to catch up on.

Notes: Harry Potter universe, famous!AU, rockstar!Sirius x reader, oneshot; part two of The Linguist. Let me know if you like it! Part three coming soon ...

Part 1!

Fistfull of flowers collected and paid for, Sirius continued down the cobblestone alley, eyes peeled for his destination. He had visited Teliska & Rook’s Rare Books once before, when Y/N had first acquired a job at the small shop, but unfortunately hadn’t had the chance to revisit the cozy corner of Paris since. 

Sirius’s heart stuttered for a moment as he rounded another corner and spotted the bookshop; the sign’s gold lettering was crisp as ever despite the faded evergreen color surrounding it and the bay windows framing the tall oak door could probably do with some dusting, but otherwise, the shop was just as Sirius remembered it. He squinted at himself in the reflection of a bakery window, fixing his hair and rolling his shoulders back to fix his posture, holding the bouquet tightly in his left hand. With a breath that Sirius hoped sounded more confident than he felt, he made his way to Teliska & Rook’s Rare Books.

The heavy door opened with a groaning creak and the light tinkling of bells, and Sirius was immediately hit with the scent of old books. He nearly sneezed as a cloud of dust furled up from the ground, rubbing his nose furiously to rid himself of the feeling. 

Once he had recovered his bearings enough to look around, Sirius was surprised at the familiarity of everything. The shop was organized in the same manner it had been nearly five years ago, with one corner designated to modern reads, another serving as home to a cluttered cedar desk where patrons could check out, and the rest of the small building crammed full of bookshelves that reached from floor to ceiling. 

Closing the door behind him, Sirius tentatively stepped into the shop, which seemed alarmingly empty, and peered around. Truthfully, it seemed as if no one had stepped foot in the place in years. Sirius peered down one aisle of bookshelves, then another, until his eye caught on a familiar spine. Twelfth Night. Y/N’s favorite. She always found the classics a bit ridiculous, as her Muggle mother had made her read them all when she was of age, but Twelfth Night was “far too funny not to like”.

Sirius’s lips quirked up into a little grin, and he slid the volume off the shelf, opening it to a random page. To his mild surprise, this edition came with illustrations, though, upon closer inspection, Sirius guessed it wasn’t bought that way. Its previous owner seemed to have doodled the scenes in the margins, turning the book itself into a piece of art.

“Sérieux Noir?” An elderly man—Teliska of Teliska & Rook, if Sirius’ memory served him right—peered around the corner of the aisle in which Sirius stood, wide eyes magnified by Coke bottle glasses. “Sérieux, c’est toi?”

Sirius grinned. The man was very French and never could grasp that his name was ‘Sirius Black’ rather than ‘serious black’. 

“Oui, Monsieur. It’s been a while.”

“So it has, mon fils, so it has!” The lean man hobbled down the aisle towards Sirius, squeezing his shoulder with a falcon’s grip once he was within range. He looked to the bouquet in Sirius’ hand. “I assume you’re looking for our Y/N?”

Sirius smiled subconsciously. “Yes, I was.”

Teliska smiled knowingly. “She’s in the back. Elsie’s been getting sicker lately, so Y/N’s been drowning herself in work. You know how she gets.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sirius said as the old man guided him down an aisle, then down another towards the back of the shop. “Tell Ms. Rook I send my love.”

Teliska peered at Sirius, magnified eyes holding a grave sort of look, but nodded nonetheless. “I will.” The odd pair stopped at a plain oak door with a brass knob tucked away in the furthest recess of the bookshop, and Sirius’ palms began to sweat. He wiped them hastily on his trousers, exchanging the bouquet from one hand to the other. “She’s just through there. Working on repairing some ancient tome for the Sorbonne. They’re working her to the bone these days—far too much for what they’re paying her  …” 

Teliska muttered on as he hobbled back towards the front of the shop, and Sirius watched the old man’s thin frame as he went, silently begging him to turn around, come back so he could put off the meeting he knew awaited him beyond the oak door with the brass knob. 

But the old man was out of sight soon enough, and Sirius was once again alone in the bookshop, surrounded by books and dust and everything Y/N loved. He faced the oak door again and bit the inside of his cheek. Why was he so nervous? He and Y/N were never really together, so why did he feel bad? What did he even feel bad for?

Sirius huffed out a sharp sigh and forced himself not to think. Just open the door. Open it. And he did. 

If the rest of Teliska & Rook’s was dusty and crammed with books, the back office hadn’t been dusted since the store’s opening and had to be waded through due to the sheer volume of books piled on the floor, in cabinets, on shelves and countertops—any and every square inch of would-be free space was occupied by a book. This time, Sirius did indeed sneeze when he was hit with a waft of dust, cringing immediately after at the harsh disruption to the otherwise silent back office. 

Shutting the creaky oak door as gently as possible, Sirius blinked several times at the maze of stacked books that lay between himself and where he knew Y/N’s desk resided. He was a relatively thin and quite well-built young man, but these narrow, precariously constructed corridors of books weren’t exactly something he had expertise in navigating. Nevertheless, Sirius would try. 

Each step was made with bated breath as Sirius expected any second for half the books in the room to come crumbling down around him, and each time they didn’t was a small miracle. He snuck about the back office for several minutes, trying to find his way towards Y/N’s desk until finally, he came upon a small clearing in the paper forest.

Y/N sat hunched over her desk, eyes focused on the ancient, half-rotted book in front of her as she traced line after line with a latex-clad finger. Sirius found himself unable to move for several moments, simply watching the young woman read through the ancient text, scribbling away what he assumed was the translation without so much as looking at her hand. 

It was only when Y/N’s focus switched from the ancient text to her own notes that she noticed a pair of black combat boots planted at the mouth of the book maze, and her head whipped up to look at the intruder. Sirius and Y/N simply stared at each other for several minutes, Sirius anxiously awaiting Y/N’s reaction to his presence, before Y/N’s shoulders dropped, and the corners of her mouth drew barely upwards.

“Sirius.”

Sirius took the fact that she didn’t seem to despise his very presence as a good sign. “Hi,” he said, and immediately regretted sounding so dense. “I—I brought you these,” he said hastily, an even poorer attempt to rescue the conversation from its already awkward start, and thrust the fistfull of flowers out at Y/N, who huffed out a small giggle. 

“Oh, thank you,” she said simply, rummaging around her desk until she found a small drinking glass filled with water that was probably a day old. She took the flowers from Sirius’s hand—Sirius was struggling more than he had anticipated to keep from hugging the living daylights out of her—and placed them in the makeshift vase before turning back to him. The two stood awkwardly across the small office from each other, the books keeping them from maintaining any real personal space, and Y/N coughed lightly. 

“Can I … can I give you a hug?” 

Sirius blinked dumbly. 

“Ye—of—yeah! Yeah, of course—! Of course.”

Y/N smiled, and the two met in the middle, embracing each other tightly. Sirius sighed into her hair, nose pressed into the crown of her head, and felt his heartbeat calm. They were fine. There was no need to worry—though his throat did swell up slightly when thin fingers found their way over his shoulders and towards the top of his spine. 

Sooner than Sirius would have liked, Y/N pulled away, gazing up at him with a lovely look in her eyes. Now that he had a good look, Sirius began to notice the little changes Y/N had taken on over the years: her hair was, oddly, shorter, as well as choppy, as if she had cut it herself; her eyes were lighter from the sun; the skin at the outer points of her eyes just barely hinted at crows feet. 

“It’s good to see you, Sirius,” Y/N said, lips closing around her beaming smile. 

“It’s good to see you, too,” Sirius said, much more softly than he had wanted as Y/N stepped out of his arms and resumed her spot at her desk.

“How’s your tour going so far?” she asked as Sirius found a wooden stool and dragged it up to the desk’s side. 

“You know about that?” he said, a sudden pressure in his chest beginning. 

Y/N’s brows furrowed. “Sirius, I know I spend all my time on the other end of a book maze—” she motioned to the mass of books he had traversed, “—but I don’t live under a rock.”

Sirius laughed, an embarrassed blush descending on his ears. “Right, right. I mean, I don’t like to assume. You never know.” Y/N nodded in understanding. “But it’s going well. Yeah, it’s fun. Remus has been working on something he won’t show the rest of us—we all think he’s seeing someone on the side—James is finally getting somewhere with Lily—”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Sirius chuckled. “It’s a miracle, truly. We’re all amazed. And … did you hear about the whole deal with Peter?”

Y/N nodded, and Sirius was thankful there was minimal pity in her expression—though there was something he couldn’t quite identify. “How are you all doing after that?”

“Eh, as good as can be expected,” Sirius said with a shrug. “Dorcas’s been on drums for us ever since. She and Marlene are still going strong.”

“Of course they are,” Y/N said with a hint of pride. “The relationships I put together always last.”

Sirius laughed lightly, eyes drifting through the room without really seeing before they landed again on Y/N. 

“And what about you? How’ve you been fairing?”

Y/N shrugged. “Ah, you know, the usual. Helping around the shop, doing some freelance work for the Sorbonne.”

“Mr. Teliska said something about how they don’t pay you enough,” Sirius mentioned, eyeing her with brows raised, and Y/N sighed, irritated. 

“Okay, listen,” she started, and Sirius laughed. 

“Had this conversation a lot now, have you?” he said, and Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“You’ve no idea.” Once Sirius’s giggling subsided, she continued. 

“Ivan thinks that because I’m basically doing research for the Sorbonne, I should be paid as much as a researcher—that I should be paid a salary—but, as I’ve explained to him countless times,”—Sirius began to laugh once again—“I simply don’t have the level of education that the Sorbonne is looking for in their faculty and therefore can’t be paid a faculty salary. I simply don’t have the financial means to go to school again.”

Sirius’ laughter had barely subsided when Y/N was finished, and he nodded understandingly. 

“You know, I could always just give you the money,” he suggested.

Sirius had never heard Y/N laugh so hard in his life. He laughed as well, though to a much lesser extent as he watched her hair bounce through peals of giggles.

“Oh please, Sirius,” Y/N said, delicately wiping a tear from her eye. “That’s absolutely ridiculous.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is,” Y/N insisted, letting out an incredulous breath. “Sirius, I am absolutely not going to take money from you. And I don’t have to work at the Sorbonne anyway. I’m getting by just fine with what I’ve got.”

“Y/N, life isn’t about getting by, it’s about enjoying yourself,” Sirius said, and Y/N shook her head. “Love, you can’t expect me to not try to help you when I’ve got the means to.” The pet name slipped without Sirius’s permission, but he stood his ground as Y/N sunk further into her chair. He knew her well; at the beginning of their friendship, she would have insisted on refusing, and he would have asked if she would do the same in his position, and she would go silent, and Sirius would have won. But Y/N was the smartest person Sirius knew. She didn’t need to go through the whole conversation to know what would be said.

But Y/N’s mildly defeated look made Sirius’s mind itch uncomfortably; he didn’t want to make the rest of this visit awkward or weird in any way.

“Have you eaten today?” he asked, commandeering the conversation away from whatever it was before. Y/N peered up at him, biting her cheek.

“I had a coffee this morning,” she mumbled, and Sirius’s face fell into a disapproving frown. 

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N.”

“Do you want to get lunch?”

“Will you eat something if we go get lunch?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get lunch.”

Y/N nodded and the two stood, Y/N finding a thin jacket and Sirius standing at the mouth of the book maze as he watched her pack her purse. 

“Ready?” she asked, throwing the strap over her head. Sirius simply nodded, and Y/N drew her wand from her pocket. With a simple wave of the thing, the books blocking the floor between the two and the door flew into the air, some stacking onto other already-precarious piles and others floating close to the ceiling, creating a sort of paper-and-ink trellis under which Y/N walked. Once at the door, Y/N peered back at Sirius, who was looking at the floating books, jaw hanging open. 

“Why didn’t I think of that?”

Lipstick Stains

Summary: reader and Sirius do the tiktok trend in which one partner covers the other’s face in lipstick stains.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Sirius Black x reader (no Y/N), modern!AU headcannons

First things first: Sirius is absolutely the one wearing the lipstick and covering your face in the stuff

The whole idea kinda started with him trying out your different lipsticks

And you tried to explain to him that when you first put on liquid lipsticks, they come off on things really easily

Like if you’re drinking something, the lipstick leaves a mark on the glass

And of course Sirius stubbornly pretends not to believe you, so you tell him to try it out

You meant on a cup or something

He did not take it that way

So of course, Sirius applies some liquid lipstick, holds the side of your face, and presses his lips very firmly on your cheek

Like he’s trying to stamp your cheek with his lips

Which I guess he is

And he pulls back and examines your cheek and sees that it did indeed leave a mark, and he’s unreasonably excited about it

So this turns into Sirius trying each and every one of the available lipsticks—even going to Mary and Marlene and Lily begging for more—and seeing if they’ll leave marks on your face

And at the beginning, you’re a bit flustered by all this because you really weren’t expecting Sirius to spend his day pressing bruising kisses all over your face and neck

But here you are

Covered

Covered

In kisses

By the time Sirius has the bright idea to actually film the tiktok, you’ve simply got this fond look in your eyes, and when Sirius purposefully smudges his lipstick for the tiktok, you reach up to fix it like it’s second nature

Sirius has got plenty of followers (mostly people who are completely enamored by him, and how could you blame them?), but the most common comment on this post is “do you see the look in their eyes when they look at him?”

Strings [1]

Summary: Sirius disappeared a long while ago. As a child, you resented him for it, though the feeling dulled over time. But when he started appearing on the front covers of popular magazines, nearly a decade after he’d left your life, the ache in your chest showed itself again. Though, it seems he hadn’t forgotten about you as you had thought.

Notes: rockstar!Sirius Black x conductor!reader; this one’s pretty short, more like a prequel to the real one-shot, but I’m working on the second and final part now. Much love <3

The only thing Sirius enjoyed about summer holidays as a child were the months he spent in France. During July and August, the Black family would pack the essentials and move from Number Twelve to their townhouse in Paris. Orion and Walburga were both of the opinion that England, although fine enough to send their children to school in, was inferior to France in the arts and culture department. Thus, Regulus attended the French wizarding world’s most prestigious art school, the Mamot Académie des Arts, and Sirius spent his days in rehearsal for the Summer Youth Symphony of the Palais Garnier. 

If he was perfectly honest with himself, Sirius truly hated the violin. Sure, he was quite good—he held the position of concertmaster in the Youth Symphony by the time he was fifteen—and he enjoyed himself enough at rehearsals, but the instrument itself was loathsome. It was too high-pitched and far too elegant for his style. Sirius much preferred the electric guitars Muggles were using in their music at the time. But he had very little choice in what he did with his life, so he suffered through.

The one silver lining to Sirius’s annual musical internment was the Youth Symphony’s principal cellist. Y/N. She was a very skilled young individual, and Sirius couldn’t be more thankful for it, because that meant she sat directly across the conductor’s podium from him. This allowed him to, whenever he wasn’t performing his duties as concertmaster, watch her as she led her section with that quiet sort of elegance she exuded with everything she ever did. And Sirius loved to watch her. 

Sirius gained the confidence to approach Y/N after rehearsal during the summer of 1974, between his third and fourth year. He was fifteen, she fourteen, and as soon as they became friends, they began to wonder why they hadn’t done it earlier. The pair couldn’t be more different personality-wise—Y/N was miles more reserved than Sirius, though it only seemed to improve their friendship—but as they grew closer together, they realized that their families were quite similar as well, and each found solace in the other for the rest of that summer and the following one. 

Then, on Christmas Eve of 1975, Sirius ran away from home. He hadn’t seen Y/N since.