Hii! Can You Write Headcanons For What It Would Be Like For A Female Reader To Share A Dorm With Marauders?(since
Hii! Can you write headcanons for what it would be like for a female reader to share a dorm with marauders?(since first year) Maybe like girls dorms were full?? I know it makes no sense but Thanks in advance đ
of course, lovely! thank you for the request <3 this is my first time writing headcanons so please be kind
headcanons of roommate!marauders x fem!reader

⢠james would get up early in the morning and wake the whole dorm up with how noisy he is. and sirius would sleep in till noon, literally nothing can wake him from his slumber
⢠the whole dorm room smells atrocious, obviously, because theyâre teenage boys. sirius, remus and jamesâ beds would always be messy so it would be up to you and peter to make sure the whole room doesnât rot with decay
⢠when james comes back from quidditch practice drenched in sweat, the first thing he does is hug you because he knows you hate being touched when heâs all musty and sweaty
⢠sirius is super clingy and annoying, always invades your personal space and sits / lies down on your bed. you act like it annoys you but he knows you secretly find it endearing
⢠you love to borrow remusâ cardigans and siriusâ leather jackets. and they love letting you wear them
⢠peter climbs into your bed sometimes late at night to confide in you, youâre the only one he really trusts not to judge him
⢠remus sometimes sneaks into your bed when he canât fall asleep. he will never admit it, but your presence and holding your hand helps him fall asleep
⢠and sometimes when you canât sleep, you ask remus to read to you because it calms you
⢠you can always hear james and sirius going over to each otherâs beds
⢠sirius loves it when you help him braid his hair and do his makeup. sometimes you braid his hair when heâs asleep. he wakes up and his heart swells with affection when he sees his hair, especially if youâve braided flowers into it
⢠james brings you breakfast when youâre too tired and end up sleeping in. he always makes sure youâre taking care of yourself and ensures that youâre not overworking yourself
⢠they definitely give you a marauder nickname, and james and sirius love to tease you with nicknames like âdoveâ or âdarlingâ sometimes just to see you flustered
⢠subtle touches! james for one is all for affection, gives you hugs like every other day. remus wonât say much, but heâll always have a gentle hand on the small of your back or your shoulder. sirius wraps his arm around your shoulder or loops your arm through his, and peter likes to hold your hand
⢠you guys have movie nights sometimes, and sirius always wants to watch a horror film but you never do because it freaks peter out
⢠they force you to be involved in prank planning, and it turns out you always have the most fun, sneaky ideas. james and sirius would be so proud of you
⢠since youâre dorm mates, you become really good friends. the boys tease you in private, but if anyone dares to do so in public then they become fiercely protective of you
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Hii do you do match ups?
no, sorry love!! havenât done them before :(
mouth wide open | s.b.



tw: major character death
post-azkaban sirius x reader
summary: your husband, sirius, is returned 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.
âYou just wait and see, love. Iâll leave you with your mouth wide open,â 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.
âMiss?â the mortuary worker asked irritably, her voice filtering through the haze in your head, causing you to snap back to reality. âIs this your husband or not?â
You glance at her, inhaling sharply. âYes,â you murmur, your eyes glossing over as you reach over and gently close his eyes. âThis is my husband, Sirius Black.â
âGood,â 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.
Hi! Can I request James's sister with Sirius, but Sirius for some reason thinks she has a crush on Regulus? Thx I love your page! <3
thank you for the request angel! âĄ
date | s.b.



tw: hurt/comfort, teensy bit of jegulus
potter!reader, sirius black x reader
âPotter. Do you think using unicornâs blood instead would make our potion have a more iridescent colour? Because thatâs what Slughorn wants,â Regulus asked dryly, shoving the book towards you and pointing at a paragraph which looked like nothing but muddled words.
You look at the book for a moment before sighing, letting your eyelids flutter closed and leaning back in your chair.
âNo idea.â
Your hands come up to rub your eyes, exhaustion overwhelming your senses. Regulus and you had spent the whole day in the library like crazed scholars desperate for a good grade on an assignment.
That was exactly what you were. You had been paired with him for a Potions project, and ever since Professor Slughorn had made a breezy comment about your potion-in-progress, it had been driving the both of you mad. Although you werenât exactly friends, there was a mutual agreement that doing well on this project was necessary to salvage both your grades.
The past few weeks were a blur - late nights wasted researching in the library and early mornings spent in the Potions classroom.
You groan and sit back up, willing yourself to hear him out and make sense of the lines in front of you. You blink and look up for a second when something, or rather someone, catches your attention. Sirius stands stiffly a few metres away, leaning on a bookshelf and looking over at the two of you.
When you meet his eyes, he quickly averts his gaze and pretends to be browsing the books on the shelf. You immediately sense that something is wrong - Sirius wouldnât be caught dead in the library. You notice the hard look in his eyes, the subtle look of hurt in his features.
A frown instantly crosses your face. Your friend had been acting weird lately, ever since your lips accidentally crashed onto his at a party - and none of you pulled away.
It was a nice kind of weird, in which he fumbled over his words and his cheeks would get rosy when he talked to you. But ever since you had been swept up into the busyness of the project with Regulus, it was like whatever spark that was set ablaze had been doused out.
Sirius brushed you off every time you tried talking to him, yet you would catch him silently gazing at you in hallways and classes then immediately looking away as soon as eye contact was made. It made you mad, but more than that, it hurt your heart that the one person whom you thought would last forever was starting to drift apart from you.
Your annoyance started to get the better of you, slowly bubbling into anger in your chest. You take a deep breath and slowly stand up, your chair dragging across the floor. âExcuse me for a moment,â you mutter to Regulus, sidling your way around the table.
âHey,â you make your way over to the bookshelf and stand in front of Sirius. He whips his head around, a false look of surprise on his face.
âOh, hey Y/N! Didnât think I would see you here. Anyway, I was just searching for a book for Moony - I should really make my way back now, James wants me to⌠plan some pranks with him,â he smiles, his lips pressed together. Itâs obvious how forced it is.
You open your mouth to tell him your brother was in detention, his blatant lie adding fuel to the fire of irritation in you. But before you even say anything, he turns around to leave.
Anger flares up within you and before you can even think, youâre grabbing his wrist, your fingers wrapping around it with a vice-like grip. âSirius!â you hiss, so unintentionally loud that Regulus looks up from his books, surprised. You look over at him apologetically.
Sirius turns back around, frowning. âWhat?â You flinch at the harsh tone, loosening your hold on his wrist but not letting go. You inhale sharply. âTalk to me,â you say, softening. âPlease talk to me. Whatâs going on?â
âNothingâs going on. What do you mean?â he bites back sharply, more hurt than anger in his tone.
âLet me go.â He tries to pull away, but you tighten your grip. âNo. Somethingâs wrong, and youâre not telling me. Why are you ignoring me? What did I do wrong?â you ask, desperation seeping into your voice.
Sirius glares at you for a moment, seeming to be contemplating something. Then he sighs, his anger melting away as he runs a hand down his face.
âFuck, you-â he gestures with his hands. âYou-â he groans and drops his arms to his sides. âWhy do you play with my feelings like this? I thought we had something! I really- really thought we had something,â he mutters, his voice cracking slightly.
You feel your heart break a little. âSirius,â you coo, moving your hand down to gently hold his. âWe do. We do have something. Why would you think we didnât?â
Upon hearing your words, he turns to you and huffs out a humourless laugh, pulling his hand away. âReally? You really think so? Donât lie to me. Iâve seen you with Regulus.â
Your blink, your face morphing into one of confusion as you stare dazedly at Sirius.
âRegulus? You think I like Regulus?â
He frowns at you. âOf course. Why else would you be spending so much time with him? Itâs like you forgot I even existed.â
The absurdity of his words brings a small smile to your face, and before you know it, youâre pressing the back of your hand to your mouth to stifle your laughter. âOh my god, no. No way. Heâs the most annoying partner Iâve ever had to work with. Why would you think I like him?â
The crease between his eyebrows softens, and you catch a glimpse of relief in his eyes, though he still seems suspicious. âYou donât? Then why have you been spending so much time with him? Going on study dates or whatever? Youâre never with me anymore.â
You huff out a sigh, realisation dawning upon you. âFor the Potions project, of course. Professor Slughorn said our potion wasnât up to the mark, so weâve been working our asses off to fix it. I really need to do well in this to pull my average up. I donât like your brother, Sirius.â
âOh,â he breathes out, and you can practically see the tension leave his body. âOh. Sorry,â he mutters, running a hand through his hair.
You chuckle lightly. âItâs okay. Itâs kind of my fault, I still should have made time for you. But is this why youâve been ignoring me? You thought I liked Regulus?â you ask bemusedly. He winces and nods sheepishly, earning a laugh from you. âSiri, have you seen the way James looks at him?â
His lips start to curve upwards, his usual playful demeanour coming back to him. âI caught him drooling while looking at Reg once.â
You giggle at that, clearly imagining your brother gazing at Regulus with heart-eyes. Sirius grins back at you, taking your hand.
âSo weâre good?â he asks, intertwining your fingers together.
âMore than good.â
âGreat. Because I was just about to ask you out to Hogsmeade this Saturday. If you havenât already got plans with emo boy, of course.â
âSirius!â you whisper scandalously, trying to sound mad, but a giggle slips out and betrays your amusement. He chuckles, looking over at Regulus who was bent over a stack of papers and furiously scribbling down notes. âYou better get back over there if you wanna survive till our date this weekend.â
âDate?â you ask mischievously, raising your eyebrow. âJames would approve of that?â
He rolls his eyes at your feigned innocence, one hand on your shoulder as he gently pushes you back towards your table. âIâm pretty sure your brother is too lovesick for my brother to protest against it. So yes, love, itâs a date.â
Heyy could you write headcanons or a blurb for a reader thats like a part of the marauders but has been drifting apart and spending less and less time with them because theyve been hanging out with a ravenclaw friend? Id prefer if it wasnt poly marauders,just sirius x reader
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hi lovely, iâve done something similar here, where reader is spending a lot of time with regulus. but do let me know if youâd still like something a little different :)
Hello. I donât really know how to do this properly
Can you make something where the reader is like two/three years younger then the marauders and like grew up next to James so heâs like her older brother type thing? Completely fine if not but this has been stuck in my head
(zero romance pls if you do pls)
thank you so much for the request!! ⥠i tried to play around with the plot a little :)
always | j.p.



tw: fluff
james potter x reader (platonic)
Your hands instinctively come up to shield your face as confetti rains down in the Great Hall for the third time that evening.
A frown settles on your face as you slowly lower your arms, feeling the split second when your hand comes into contact with a drink on the refreshments table and knocks it to the ground. A frustrated groan escapes your lips.
You flick the remnants of the drink off your hand and sigh, moving away from the table to go lean on another wall. You shuffle your way through the various couples giggling and dancing and snogging, feeling your resentment grow by the second. Once youâve safely reached the other side of the mob in the middle of the hall, your eyes rake over the place.
As usual, Hogwarts was shimmering with splendour for the annual ball. Fairy lights adorned the ceilings, and decorated tables were laden with every type of food you could think of. The long tables in the centre had been cleared to allow for dancing, while the Weird Sisters played popular tunes at the front of the hall.
You tried not to let it get to you, but as you awkwardly shuffle around to make way for couples trying to get past you, a dull ache makes its way into your heart.
Kingsley Shacklebolt had very sweetly asked you to the school dance a couple of days ago and you had agreed. The whole evening had been spent in preparation for tonight, doing makeup with the girls and putting on your lovely dress adorned with golden butterflies. But Kingsley fell terribly ill an hour before the dance, and couldnât muster the strength to even get out of bed.
It was unfortunate, something you were so looking forward to going wrong like this. Especially since you really really liked Kingsley.
You sigh, loneliness and embarrassment starting to get the better of you as you resign yourself to staying as an onlooker. Couples fade in and out of your vision, twirling and prancing around. A huff of resentment escapes you as you try not to glare too hard at those having fun.
Just when you stand up straight, deciding that there was no point staying, you feel a hand on your shoulder and startle. Turning around, you come face-to-face with a grinning James Potter.
âHey Pickle. You doing good?â he asks, his smile widening as he sees the frown on your face.
That was what James had called you since you first met on the Hogwarts express years ago, a timid first-year crashing straight into the most popular third-year in the school. You bumped into him while holding a jar of pickles (god knows why), and ended up hurling them all over him. He laughed it off while you apologised incessantly and cleaned him up. He thought you were adorable.
That day, James pestered you about yourself till you snapped, and the two of you were inseparable ever since.
âNo, Potty. Iâm not doing good. Kingsleyâs sick,â you mutter, trying to veil the hurt in your voice with anger. He lets out a sympathetic coo and softens, his hand moving down to take yours.
You sigh, your anger dissipating to leave disappointment. âIâm gonna leave,â you murmur, turning around to get to the door. But his grip on your hand remains firm. You turn back around, brows furrowed in confusion.
He's smiling at you, tugging on your hand with that mischievous James Potter twinkle in his eyes. âCome on, Pickle.â
âWhat?â
âCome on. One dance?â
âJame-â
âPickle! Youâre no fun. Pleaaaaase?â
You groan, mocking reluctance as you let yourself be led by him as he pulls you to the dance floor. âI canât dance.â
âYou donât have to, I can do it well enough for the both of us,â James grins. He wraps his arm around your waist, takes your hand in his other one.
He pokes at your hand, gesturing for you to put it on his shoulder. You sigh and do as youâre told. He gives you a small smile and you soften, unable to help smiling back in return.
As the two of you position yourself, the loud manic pop music previously playing comes to an end. A gasp escapes you, your eyes lighting up as you hear the first notes of âO Childrenâ start to play. A childhood favourite, your mumâs go-to song to sing.
James chuckles, slowly starting to sway you along to the beat.
âLift up your voice, lift up your voiceâŚâ
You move along with him, closing your eyes and feeling the rhythm.
âChildren!...â
Jamesâ footing is perfect, yours is haphazard. His movements are elegant, yours rusty. His dancing on beat, yours attempting to be. But the smile that graces both of your faces is the same.
âRejoice, rejoiceâŚâ
A giggle escapes you as he twirls you around, both of you bursting out into laughter as you trip on his shoe and your face lands smack on his chest. None of you pull away.
You stay like that for a while, your face buried in your shoulder as he holds you close. The two of you move from side to side in time with the music. You melt into his touch, feeling all your disappointment disappear as you tenderly dance to the soft tune.
âThanks, James,â you murmur gratefully. He smiles down at you.
âHey, none of that. Youâre my Pickle - of course I had to pester you to dance, I always will,â he chuckles, ruffling your hair. You grin into his shoulder, playfully punching him in the stomach.
âAnd this song better be playing at your wedding. I need to show everyone, especially your future husband, just how much you suck at dancing.â
âJames!â
He laughs, wincing as you pull away to smack him on the shoulder. He pushes you back, but catches you before you tumble to the floor. The two of you are clutching your stomachs and each otherâs hands.
You and James dissolve into heaps of laughter and joy, just like you always do.