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the urge to just burst into tears over how much i love certain characters is overwhelming

James: We heard you and Remus snogging last night!

Sirius: Sirius has left the chat

James: You can’t do that, it’s real life!

Remus: Yeah and we were not snogging

James: Yeah? Then who said, “Sirius do that thing with your to-“

Remus: Remus has left the chat

James: MOTHERF-

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Sirius: Good News and bad news-

Remus: Good news first

Sirius:

Sirius: THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT I WILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN-

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(We know he’s lying)

I made the marauders aesthetic, should I make the girls too? (Marlene 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️, Dorcas, Pandora, Lily) OR IF YOU WANT SUGGEST SOME AND IL MAKE IT.

today 53 years ago, four boys met on a train. they didn't know they would grow up to be almost inseparable, and they didn't know that one of them would grow up to separate them forever.

happy first of september <3

The Marauders Era fandom is so creative and I could never be too proud.

Remus ate chocolate once and we all agreed he was obsessed

I love how the fancast (with Ben Barnes, Andrew Garfield, Aaron Taylor Johnson, etc) is agreed by most of the fandom

Everyone has a hard time sorting out what's canon or not

Simping for Sirius and Regulus is definitely normal

Let's be honest, where would us be without the headcanons and fanfics

Look, if Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes and Aaron Taylor Johnson don’t play the old Marauders in the Harry Potter Series, then whats the point?

Walburga after Sirius runs away:

Wolfstar x Songlyrics

Inspo brought to you by Love is the Devil by Natalie Jane... Warnings: The Prank™️, swearing, maybe toxic!Wolfstar, songlyrics, bad English probably.

I can never really tell the truth

Whenever somebody brings up you

Remus could never forgive Sirius. Remus knew that after The Prank nothing would be the same but for everyone to ask what happened to him and Sirius really fucking bugged him. He could never tell them that Sirius hurt him so bad that their relationship would never return to how it was.

Hear your name, sets a flame

Burns to think of all the shame

He trusted him. Remus trusted Sirius. The past tense being the key because when Sirius initiated The Prank that trust went away as fast as Snivellus ran away from the monster Remus was. And when people mention Sirius, Remus feels the betrayal literally burn in the place where his heart should be. Remus knows his heart isn’t there anymore, only broken pieces of what once was.

After all the shit you put me through

Especially 'cause your love was all I knew

His first and last true love. That was what Sirius promised he would be for Remus. To feel cherish as long as they both shall live. But as Remus walks the halls of Hogwarts the only thing he feels is pain as the memories with Sirius in those halls hit him with full force.

Looking back at photographs

When you would hide behind that mask

When the pictures on his nightstand would move, Remus’ attention would always draw to the photograph of him and Sirius in Hogsmeade. Sirius smiling at the camera Remus smiling at Sirius. Was it Sirius’ plan all along to ruin what they had built or was it just an impulsive decision that cross always cross his mind?

I always wondered if I was fine

You made me believe that lie

Always saying it was okay what they did, always believing what he told him. Remus could see it now. It wasn’t fine, it was never fine. They should have never gotten together, never met. It would’ve cost Remus a whole lot less if they never met.

Love is the devil, I can't explain

Just how your words do some shit to my brain

If Sirius told him he was sorry now, Remus would probably forgive him. He is like a drug. He knows Sirius is bad for him but he can’t help but want more, want the comfort it gives him. So he keeps ingesting more and more until it kills his heart. Or him.

Love is the devil, it always tries

To come in and haunt me and mess with my mind

The problem now is that Remus needs him. Remus needs Sirius to help him feel okay again. Even if he is the reason he doesn’t feel okay anymore. He learnt how to be dependent and now he doesn’t want to be alone again.

It is bitter that I won't let myself leave

Remus will end back in Sirius’ arms. Remus knows it. They have been through to much together to split because of one mistake Sirius made. But the mistake was so big that Remus also knows that the relationship they will have in the future will be a fragment of what it could have been.

I am stuck in all the history

The happy memories, now I see

The memories are the worst. All the time they would sneak around in the halls. Go into broom closets together just because Sirius needed some attention. Remus relives everything as his own twisted show in his head as he walks through the halls. His brain’s way of being toxic to itself, convincing Remus he is overreacting and the happy memories far outweigh the bad.

Love is the devil, blinded by hate

Started a war with my heart, I'm like

But while a war of love and hate is ensuing in his brain, Remus’ heart is slowly picking up its pieces. Every piece representing a memory with Sirius, good and bad. And just as Remus’ head comes to the conclusion that the good outweighs the bad, his heart is trying to smooth out the crevices that the breaking of his heart, and the mending of it, has made. Coming to the conclusion that maybe there won’t be a next time and even if there was, it would never be this bad.

Maybe I've been mad

Maybe Remus could forgive Sirius.

James: I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my centre of gravity, without you, everything would float away and life would be nothing. I just don’t know how to explain how much I love you, my love for you is what I am now, I am nothing if not complete adoration for everything you do.

Sirius: I love you too prongs, you’ll never really know how much, but I do love you, so so much

*emotional loving embrace*

Regulus standing in the corner: what the fuck did I just witness

Remus: get used to it bud

Screaming Portraits

Summary: Sirius has been anxiously waiting at Grimmauld Place for ages before his girl comes home.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, pre- or post-Azkaban Sirius Black, blurb

“Sirius?” said Samantha, stepping out of the fireplace of 12 Grimmauld Place and dusting herself off. 

“Sam?” came Sirius’s voice from the second floor, followed quickly by a thundering of footsteps that stopped halfway down the stairs. “You’re back!”

Samantha Makeba practically flew up the other half of the stairs to meet Sirius, who spun her around as giggles of glee spilled from her lips. 

“Merlin, you’ve no idea how glad I am to see you,” said Sirius, setting Sam down on the landing and brushing her black coils from her face. 

“Oh, I think I have an inkling,” whispered Samantha against Sirius’s lips. She pushed herself onto her tiptoes, her lips just brushing Sirius’s—

“A MUDBLOOD! THE DISGRACE HAS TARNISHED THE BLACK REPUTATION FURTHER! I DIDN’T THINK IT POSSIBLE!” came the screech of Walburga Black—or rather, her portrait, which hung over a chest of drawers directly behind Samantha. Sirius and Sam jumped in surprise, having forgotten the awful painting’s existence in their rare moment of joy, and Sirius glared up at the wall behind Sam.

“SHUT IT, MOTHER!” he shouted, but the woman continued her ranting.

“A MUDBLOOD IN MY HOUSE—!”

“STOP SAYING THAT WORD—!”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! A MUDBLOOD—!”

“STOP CALLING HER THAT—!”

“MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD! FRATERNIZING WITH SUCH A FOUL CREATURE—!”

Sirius was overcome with white-hot rage. Samantha had seen him like this only a handful of times; once when he had lost the final Quidditch match against Slytherin in their third year, once when she was staying at James’s house and he had shown up at the door in the middle of the night, and once when Lucius Malfoy had called her something foul that Sirius refused to repeat to her afterwards as she was cleaning his knuckles of the blood that wasn’t his. 

But before she could do anything about it, Sirius had picked the short girl up by the waist, set her on the chest of drawers in front of the portrait, and pushed his lips into hers. Sam went with it, slightly surprised but quite happy to be this close to Sirius again. She had been on a mission for the Order for three weeks—an abnormally long time for a mission, if she was honest—and it was the longest she and Sirius had gone without seeing each other since they had met in their first year. 

Sirius’s hands shamelessly flew over Sam’s dark skin, creeping under her shirt and pressing into her back, bringing her chest flush against his as the kiss became fervent and desperate. Walburga’s hysterics had increased tenfold, but at this point, neither Sirius nor Samantha noticed it. They were drowning in each other, and as Samantha wrapped her legs around Sirius’s waist and he brought her to his room, they both knew: there was no place they’d rather be than in the other’s arms.

The Rebel Black Boy

Summary: Neither Sirius nor Freya want to be here, but at the very least, they can find solace in one dance together.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, pre-Azkaban Sirius, blurb

Sirius took Freya’s hand and led her gracefully across the ballroom of Lestrange Manor. Mechanically, he secured her in his grip as the small string orchestra began again.

“How’ve you been, Fawley?” he asked in her ear, and Farah smiled at the sound of his voice.

“Alright,” she breathed out with some difficulty. “You?”

“Good, good.”

The two swept across the ballroom floor, parting the throngs of other couples like the Red Sea. There wasn’t a soul that couldn’t appreciate their grace, and no one dared interrupt such beauty as the two waltzed.

“Your corset is too tight.”

Sirius tapped Freya’s back gently, making a dull thump sound against the whalebone inside, then lifted her before continuing.

“Yes, well.” Freya sighed. “There’s nothing I can do now.”

“I could always loosen it for you,” offered Sirius. 

Freya smirked. “Merlin—what would my mother say if she caught the rebel Black boy undoing her prized daughter’s corset in a side-corridor?” she teased. Sirius rolled his eyes, a blush creeping up his neck despite himself.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he mumbled, spinning Freya before dipping her one last time as the piece ended. 

“I know, Black,” Freya said, standing up straight again. “I appreciate the offer, but my mother would kill me.” There was a dark flash of pain in Freya’s eyes before they went back to their regular golden-brown. “Thank you for the dance, Black. I’ll see you around.”

Freya pressed a kiss to Sirius’s cheek before striding gracefully to the ballroom’s perimeter, leaving the rebel Black brother blushing like a schoolgirl.

Orestes

Summary: Marlene McKinnon is very very gay ... but her sister isn’t.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, pre-Azkaban Sirius, imagine.

Sirius sauntered over to Marlene, who was giggling in the corner of the library with Dorcas, and plunked down in a chair right next to her, swinging his arm around her shoulders.

“Hi there, Mar,” he said, smirking at the blonde girl, who only raised her eyebrows.

“Do you need something, Black?” she asked, obviously irritated, and Sirius shrugged.

“Nothing in particular—”

“Great. If that’s all.” Marlene turned back to Dorcas, who had a smug smirk plastered on her lips.

“—but I was wondering,” Sirius continued, “if you wanted to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“Why would I want to do that, Black?” Marlene and Sirius were decent friends, and there was always some sort of playful banter between the two. However, it was obvious to everyone involved that Marlene was very much a lesbian and held no romantic interest for Sirius in the slightest—well, everyone except Sirius himself, apparently.

“Oh please, Marlene. We’ve been flirting for ages. Why not just go on a date with me?” Sirius reasoned with a casual shrug. 

Marlene’s jaw went slightly slack. “Wait.” Her eyebrows furrowed. “You really don’t know?”

“Know what? Do you have a boyfriend?” Sirius abruptly removed his arm from around her shoulders, and Dorcas furiously bit her lip in an attempt to contain a snort of laughter. 

“Sirius,” Marlene’s face showed nothing if not pity, “if I were to ever go on a date with a man, that man would be you. But—and I’m not sure how you didn’t figure this out—I am a raging homosexual and therefore physically cannot like you like that.” Dorcas couldn’t contain it any longer, and a shriek of laughter escaped her lips as her face met the table, her black curls framing her heaving form. 

Sirius, meanwhile, almost passed out from embarrassment. His eyes widened to the size of tea saucers, and his face practically transfigured itself into a tomato as his jaw fell. He almost immediately pulled away from Marlene and sat a respectful distance away, refusing to meet her eyes as he stammered an apology.

“Don’t be sorry, truly,” Marlene said easily. “I can’t believe you didn’t realize it before. I mean, Dorcas and I have been dating for—what, a year and a half, now?” Dorcas seemed to nod through her convulsions, sitting up and taking a deep breath to compose herself. 

“Shit, really?” Sirius felt terrible, now. “I’m so sorry, Doe, I didn’t realize.”

“No, it’s perfectly fine. That just made my day, my week, and almost my month.” Sirius rolled his eyes at her response, saying a quick goodbye in an effort to escape the embarrassment as quickly as possible. He was only a couple of rows of bookshelves away when Marlene called him back, and he groaned internally.

“You know,” she said, a mischievous look in her eye, “I have a sister.”

~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

“GEORGIA!”

The librarian shushed Marlene aggressively as the girl shouted across the library to Georgia McKinnon, who sighed and looked up from her book, meeting her sister’s gleeful eyes with a glare. 

What? she mouthed, obviously irritated, and Marlene pointed from her sister to the bookshelf next to Dorcas, where a tall figure stood casually.

Georgia had seen Sirius Black around Hogwarts on numerous occasions. She was a bright girl, so she took a lot of advanced classes, quite a few of which she shared with the notorious lady’s-man. She was also quite good friends with Remus Lupin, who happened to be very close with Sirius, and Georgia was Remus’s number-one confidant when it came to his worries about his friends’ safety. She knew about his “furry little problem”, and her presence always seemed to do wonders on Remus’s—and everyone else’s—nerves. 

Georgia made a confused face at Marlene from across the library, who rolled her eyes and beckoned her over. Georgia shook her head, motioning to the book in her hands, and Marlene raised a threatening eyebrow, as if to say “if you don’t come over here, I’ll drag you”. Begrudgingly, Georgia gathered her things and marched over to her sister and Dorcas, who smiled kindly at Georgia.

“Hi Georgie,” she greeted in a whisper. “Sorry she interrupted your book. I couldn’t really stop it.”

“It’s alright, Dee. I know it wasn’t your fault.” She sent a glare at Marlene, who gladly returned it, making Dorcas chuckle. “What did you disrupt my happiness for, anyway?”

“Georgia, this is Sirius Black.” She motioned to the boy that still leant against the bookshelf to the right of Dorcas. “He was asking about you.” Sirius’s eyes widened, and he sent Marlene a bewildered look that she ignored. 

Georgia McKinnon was absolutely stunning, to say the least. Her blonde hair was held out of her face in a gold clip—though it didn’t do a very good job, seeing as there were quite a few curls that fell into her face—and her sharp sage eyes seemed to bore into Sirius’s soul in a way that felt like he was sinking into a sea of honey. When Marlene told her that he was asking about her, he was immediately embarrassed.

“Oh.” Georgia didn’t quite know how to respond. Although she had her fair share of boys who were interested in her, they were never as well-known or good-looking as Sirius was. “Well … nice to officially meet you.” She adjusted her armful of books to rest in the crook of her left elbow as she extended her right hand for him to take. Sirius shook it, maintaining eye contact as if he were in a trance, and Georgia blushed, quickly averting her eyes. “Well, I’d best be off. Professor Sorena asked if I could tutor some third-years over lunch. I’ll see you around, Sirius, Dee. See you later, Miss Medusa.”

“Fuck off, Georgia,” Marlene snapped as the girl strode away, laughing lightly, and Sirius about melted on the spot.

“Awww, look at him.” Dorcas leaned her head on Marlene’s shoulder. “He’s in loooove.” Marlene rolled her eyes, though there was a light smile on her lips.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s go get lunch.”

Three Years Later

Three knocks rang through the McKinnon household, and Marlene bounded from the kitchen to the foyer, opening the front door. 

“Hi there Peter,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows. “What are you doing here this early?” It was barely seven in the morning, and the rest of the McKinnons—plus Dorcas, who was staying the night—were still sound asleep. Peter himself looked terrible, if Marlene was honest. His eyes were sunken, and dark purple bags hung under them, but his eyes were fierce and determined. “Peter, are you alright? You look sick.” 

Marlene surveyed Peter for any injuries—a habit she had grown used to, given the war—and that was when she saw it.

Peter’s long-sleeved shirt—too warm for mid-summer—was rolled up to his elbows, exposing his left forearm, where a dark, slithering tattoo caught Marlene’s eye. 

Immediately, she slammed the door shut, forcing the deadbolt into place and taking a step away from it. She was defenseless, now, having left her wand on the bedside table, and her anxiety grew as Peter placed his fist on the door from the other side.

“Mar, just come out. Come with me. Nothing will happen—I promise.”

Marlene was frozen to the spot, terror consuming her to the point of no return.

“Marlene.” Silence. “Marlene, don’t make me come in there.”

“Mar?” Georgia. “Who’s here?”

The sound of her sister’s voice broke Marlene from her stupor. “Georgie, go back upstairs,” Marlene ordered, her voice hushed.

“What? No, Sirius is taking me to the movies in an hour, and I have to walk to—”

“No, Georgia.” Marlene’s voice was firm, but there was something Georgia had scarcely heard before, too—fear.

“Mar, what’s going on?”

“Georgie, please just go up—”

The door flew off of its hinges with a deafening bang. Marlene just barely ducked, but Georgia wasn’t so lucky. She was hit head-on by the solid mahogany door and in an instant, she crumpled to the ground. Marlene cried out to her sister, but her attention was quickly brought to the man walking through her broken doorway. 

“Mar, you should have listened,” Peter said, the pity in his voice almost fooling her for a second. “Nothing would have happened if you just came with me.”

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Georgia felt the pain before her eyes were even opened. It felt as if her forehead was struck by lightning, leaving a residual shockwave that wouldn’t stop bouncing her brain back and forth in her skull. Immediately, she groaned, and a handful of muffled voices filtered through the headache, worsening it as they grew louder and louder. After a few moments, her head felt as if it were being split in two. Suddenly, a loud voice cut through the rest, which all slowly quieted, and another spoke gently to her.

“Georgie?”

~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

Lily Potter leaned over her best friend’s younger sister, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t follow Marlene’s path. Sirius had grown worried when Georgia hadn’t shown up at their usual meeting place, eventually making the trek to the McKinnon home. What he found was almost more than he could handle. 

The McKinnons and Dorcas Meadowes were dead—massacred in their own home—and the sole survivor of the attack was the woman laying in the guest bedroom at the Potters’. Everyone was crowded around the bed, hoping that Georgia would survive. The blow she sustained was enough to knock her out and split her forehead open, and by the time Sirius had arrived, there was a startling amount of blood staining the floor, but Lily insisted Georgia would survive—whether for her sake or everyone else’s, Sirius wasn’t sure.

A small groan escaped Georgia’s lips, and the group of friends murmured in excitement. She sounded pained, but at least she was alive. 

“Everyone quiet,” Lily hissed, ushering the group out of the door, but Sirius stayed by Georgia, and Lily let him. 

“Georgie?” Sirius’s voice was as soft as he could manage, and he couldn’t think of a time where he was more glad to see Georgia’s pale green eyes than when her eyelashes fluttered apart and she squinted around the room.

“Where am I?” she asked, her voice hoarse as a hand came up to touch the gauze wrapped around her head. 

“You’re at James’s, darling,” Sirius reassured, holding her free hand and kissing her knuckles as she looked at him.

“Are you okay?” she asked. Sirius’s bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks were obvious, and it ignited a spark of worry in Georgia’s stomach.

Sirius laughed tearfully. “Yes, m’love, I’m fine.” 

His face didn’t match his words.

“Where’s Mar?”

The dreaded question had come sooner than Sirius had hoped. 

Lily quietly excused herself as Sirius sat next to Georgia’s head in the king bed, legs crossed. He stroked her hair gently as her light green eyes peered up at him with such curiosity. His breath caught in his throat. He knew the news he bore would break Georgia’s heart, and if it were up to him, he would never tell her just to keep her as she was just then; innocent and content, even in the middle of a war. 

The pit of worry in Georgia’s stomach only grew as Sirius looked at her, examining every inch of her face as if it were the last time he would see her like that. She knew before he even said what had happened. Her mind couldn’t remember what had occurred, but the tug in her heart told her even before she had opened her eyes that something was wrong.

“Sirius,” Georgia whispered, eyes filling with sorrow as she spoke. Sirius almost wanted to cry out—to tell the unworried look in her eyes to come back, because he could never get enough of it. “Sirius, tell me.”

Georgia felt the spark in her heart fizzle. 

Her ribcage felt hollow as Sirius bit his lip, restraining his own tears for her sake, and a strangled sob left her lips.

“Please, Sirius, please.”

This wasn’t an option.

Marlene had been a part of Georgia’s life from the start. She was a teasing, ever-loving constant in Georgia’s world. She’d never left before. She would never leave.

This couldn’t be an option.

“I’m sorry, Geor—”

“NO!”

Georgia scrambled up, almost passing out as her headache tripled and the world tilted sharply. Sirius wrapped his arms around her waist before she could even get off of the bed, pulling her into his lap, and Georgia let out a dry sob, pounding her weak fists against his chest.

“Georgia, she—”

“NO, NO! STOP!”

“Georgia, she’s gone!”

“NO!”

~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

James, Remus, Lily, Alice, and Frank listened in silence as Georgia screamed for her sister, some with hands over their mouths and others with eyes closed, barely holding back tears. No one knew what to do other than wait. Marlene was friends with everyone, and it was only a twist of the knife to hear Georgia in such pain after her sister’s death. She was always the shoulder for anyone to cry on, no matter the circumstances, and all that anyone could think to do was to provide the same service for her now.

But somehow, it didn’t seem nearly enough.

~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

Lily didn’t let Georgia out of bed for several weeks, and another week and four days passed until she allowed Sirius to take her home with him. Georgia was obviously in mourning, though no one except Sirius ever saw the full extent of her grief. After the first day, she seemed terribly anguished, but she never cried in front of anyone, only allowing the agony to consume her when she was curled in Sirius’s chest at night. 

Sirius was tasked with packing Georgia’s things and bringing them from the now-empty McKinnon house to his flat in London. He returned with glassy eyes and a trunk full of clothes, toiletries, and a mess of photos, gathering Georgia from the Potters’ and apparating to his flat in Isle of Dogs. 

It was late when the young couple arrived at Sirius’s humble apartment, and he led Georgia up two flights of stairs without much event. He fumbled with the keys for a moment before finally unlocking the door and holding it open for Georgia, who stepped in with her luggage. 

Sirius’s flat was one of Georgie’s favorite places. It was cozy and always smelled like Sirius; spearmint gum and the aftershave he used. She left her trunk in Sirius’s room, not bothering to unpack before she walked back into the living room and curled up on the couch. Sirius placed an order for pizza before joining her. He pulled Georgia into his lap, his arms resting naturally around her waist as her head found its usual place in his neck. 

The two sat like that in silence for a while, not bothering to speak until the buzzer rang and the delivery man arrived with one large cheese pizza. They ate over the sink like the twenty-somethings they were, watching the boats float by on the River Thames until they were full. Sirius wrapped his arms around Georgia’s waist as she nibbled the pizza down to the crust, resting his chin on the crown of her head as the two swayed slightly, and still, no words were spoken. 

Suddenly, Sirius swept Georgia up in his arms, making her squeal a little. He smiled. It was the most joyful sound she had made in a while. He carried her into the bedroom and set her down on their bed before looking at the bookshelf in the corner. Quickly, he flicked through his small collection of records before finding the one he wanted and putting it on the record player. The vinyl scratched slightly before Fleetwood Mac’s “Rhiannon” played softly through the room. 

Sirius pulled Georgia up, holding her close to his chest as he swayed to the beat, and Georgia met his eyes with the closest thing to happiness he had seen in almost two weeks. The two silently danced through their bedroom, Georgia eventually resorting to standing on Sirius’s feet as he moved since he wouldn’t stop stepping on her toes. The song ended with a small scratch, and Sirius brought a hand up to Georgia’s cheek. He kissed the tip of her nose.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered.

“It’s rotten work,” Georgia said back.

Sirius shook his head. “No,” he whispered, watching her eyes very closely. “Not for me. Not if it's you.”

~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

Sirius—

In the unfortunate event that I die, this letter is to be delivered to you via Dorcas. If she’s dead, then I don’t know how this is going to get to you, so I may be wasting my time, which is an annoying thought, but oh well. 

Anyway, I shall make my point perfectly clear. Here it is: 

TAKE CARE OF GEORGIA.

I don’t care if she’s a pain in my ass. She’s my sister, and to fulfill my dying wish, you WILL take care of her. Understood? Good. 

Thanks,

M.M.

P.S. I’m totally haunting you in the afterlife.

P.P.S. Actually, I don’t want to witness you knocking up my sister, so never mind.

🐾 Marauders Masterlist 🐾

Sirius Black

Imagines ↳ Orestes — in which Marlene McKinnon is very very gay ... but her sister isn’t. ↳ Attention to Detail — in which Sirius is desperate to learn to tell when Lola is uncomfortable, especially after he figures it out the hard way. ↳The Linguist — in which rockstar!Sirius goes to visit his old friend—or were they more?—while on tour.      ↳Part 1: The Bouquet      ↳Part 2: The Bookshop      ↳Part 3: The Bistro (coming soon ...) ↳Strings — in which rockstar!Sirius reconnects with the girl of his dreams at the symphony. ↳Part 1      ↳Part 2

Blurbs ↳ The Rebel Black Boy — in which neither Sirius nor Freya want to be here, but at the very least, they can find solace in one dance together. ↳ Screaming Portraits — in which Sirius has been anxiously waiting at Grimmauld Place for ages before his girl comes home. ↳ What Do You Want To Be? — in which Sirius’s panic attack takes a sudden but very sweet turn. ↳ Squint And You'll See It — in which Sirius can't imagine why his potions partner won't wear her glasses.

Definitely Don’t Imagine ... (special series) ↳ ... Sirius Admiring from Afar  ↳ ... Sirius’s First Encounter with an Electric Blanket ↳ ... Sirius Getting You out of Class

Tiktok Trends ↳ Lipstick Stains — in which Y/N and Sirius do the trend in which one partner covers the other’s face in lipstick stains. ↳ Favorite Photo — in which Sirius does the trend where he can’t stop staring at his favorite photo of Y/N and himself

Remus Lupin

Imagines coming soon ... requests always opened!

Blurbs ↳ Smuggle-Born — in which James, Sirius, and Peter get the wrong idea about where Remus is going every couple days.

James Potter

Imagines ↳ September — in which James falls in love far too easily.

Blurbs ↳ Cute Kid — in which James Potter falls in love with one of his first graders' mom. (This is a blurb-headcannon-list-story-series thing? idk but it's cute so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) ↳ Parent-Teacher Conferences ↳ Seeing Each Other Around Town ↳ Career Fair ↳ Liam and James Make You A Birthday Gift ↳ James Takes Liam to School ↳ You Get A Visitor in the ER ↳ Kindergarten Graduation

Sirius’s First Encounter with an Electric Blanket

Sirius: ... What is it?

Y/N: It’s an electric blanket.

Sirius: ...

Sirius: A what now?

Y/N: *laughing* Like a regular blanket but it warms you up.

Sirius: With magic?

Y/N: No, with electricity, through the wires.

Sirius: Huh ... *watches blanket warily* ... can I try?

Y/N: Sure!

Sirius: *makes bed, switches blanket on, gets under covers*

Sirius: Y/NNNNNN, nothing’s happeningggg!”

Y/N: *laughing* You have to plug it in, silly. 

Sirius: Oh. :|

Y/N: *plugs blanket into socket*

Sirius: *makes grabby hands* Come cuddle.

Y/N: *rolls eyes, gets under covers*

*after a couple minutes*

Sirius: *gASP* HOLY SHIT Y/N ITS WARM UNDER HERE CAN YOU FEEL THAT MERLIN’S LEFT BALLSACK THIS IS SO COOL I-

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.

Strings [2]

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. The first part was only really meant as a sort of preview for this part, so this one’s quite a bit longer than the last, but I think I like this one quite a lot! 

Sirius was in a meeting when he spotted her name. James had got a call from Lily (who was slowly reciprocating the boy’s advances much to his delight), and the Marauders soon found themselves in her office, going over the logistics of their new album. Peter and Remus were leaning over Lily’s desk, pouring over the paperwork and hastily-scribbled notes that laid there, and James tried to do the same, though he kept getting distracted every couple minutes and staring at Lily with a dreamy, far-off look in his eyes.

Lily rented two rooms in a tall building in central London to run her small music production agency: one for her office space and the other as a sort of waiting area. She had insisted they meet in the waiting area in this particular instance—her office was apparently quite the mess—so James and Sirius sat on one couch while Lily, Peter, and Remus sat on the other, a low coffee table with a small stack of magazines separating them.

As Sirius’s eyes wandered, he recognized one of the magazines—a high-society lifestyle one that his mother would have loved—and, on a whim, began to flip through it, nodding or shaking his head or humming absent-mindedly when his opinion was asked for by his bandmates. And then, on page thirty-six, there she was.

Y/N Y/LN’s debut performance with Royal Opera House Symphony on 12 July, 1984

Sirius didn’t pay any attention for the rest of the meeting. As soon as he got back to his flat (magazine from Lily’s in tow, of course), he’d called the number in the article and bought himself a ticket. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting to come out of this symphony trip, but he’d be damned if he missed the opportunity to see Y/N again

Two weeks later, Sirius had donned his best symphony attire—black slacks borrowed from James, a wrinkled white button-down, and grey Converse because he forgot to ask to borrow James’s fancy loafers as well—and took the bus to London’s Royal Opera House. He had stopped at a florist’s shop on the way, choosing a delicate bouquet of crimson roses and baby’s breath. Finally seated, Sirius checked his watch and sighed, blushing lightly—forty-seven minutes before the start of the show. 

Surprisingly enough, Sirius wasn’t the earliest; there were plenty of people closer than he to the stage, and several dozen children on what seemed to be a school trip were chattering and giggling excitedly towards the very front. He was suddenly glad for his decision to sit in the second level of balconies; if he had sat in the very front, a kid from the school trip was sure to recognize him, and Sirius wasn’t really in the mood to sign autographs or take photos. 

His knee bounced anxiously as London’s elite filed into the seats around him. He received more than a few strange looks from the men and women, all in their tailcoats and gowns, but, for the first time in his life, his mother had trained him well, and he simply sent aggressively polite smiles to anyone who dared look at him funny until finally, the lights dimmed and the orchestra began to tune. 

Sirius had chosen a seat right at the edge of the balcony, hoping for the best view possible of the musicians below, but as much as he squinted and scoped out the cluster of cellos, he couldn’t find Y/N anywhere. After a minute or so, the orchestra had finished tuning, and it seemed that the entire concert hall held its breath for the conductor to appear.

And appear she did. 

The breath Sirius didn’t realize he was holding completely left his lungs as Y/N herself graced the stage, waving to the audience with a stunning smile as she made for the podium. Her dress was made completely of black tulle and satin, broad, layered ruffles flowing around her with effortless elegance that nearly made Sirius swoon. 

It hit him like a truck. Sirius hadn’t thought much about why a principal cellist would be featured in a magazine when he first saw her name, but it was miles more reasonable for a conductor to be written about. But—Christ—she was a year younger than he, and he was only twenty-four himself. She must’ve been the youngest conductor to perform at the Royal Opera House in decades—centuries, maybe even—

Sirius’s whirlwind of thoughts fell to an abrupt silence as the orchestra began to play. Even when he was old and grey, Sirius wouldn’t be able to recall a more enjoyable night full of Russian waltzes than that one. The muted horns and lulling strings sent him into a trance. All he could do was simply watch Y/N’s movements, graceful and emotive all at once, and let himself imagine that it was just he and she, that they were waltzing in an empty ballroom in one of those period pieces on the BBC channel that James’s mother loved so much. 

Sirius was overjoyed and terribly disappointed at the same time when the concert came to an end. As soon as Y/N turned to the audience and bowed, one hand over her heart as she motioned to her orchestra with the other, he was on his feet, bouquet under his arm as he clapped furiously. The concert hall was filled with applause even as she left the stage, and after a couple seconds, she returned, bowing once again with her orchestra. This happened three more times before the audience was sated, and the lights rose once again as everyone began to file out. 

Too impatient to mope along behind the elderly symphony-goers, Sirius squeezed through the throngs of people and, after little thought, snuck through a door labeled “Staff Only”. Behind it lay exactly what he was hoping: a completely empty staircase. Sirius bounded down it, bouquet clutched tightly in his left hand as his right tracked along the railing to keep him from falling, until he reached the first floor. 

The stairwell emptied into a staff corridor that led towards the stage, tall and lit with blinding fluorescents. Sirius could hear muffled chatter from the stage, which echoed off of the cement floors and cinder block walls. Through a door a dozen feet down the hall, someone bid farewell to someone else and, with a laugh, departed. Sirius began walking towards the voices. Just as he reached the door, it swung open, and he stepped back to avoid being smacked in the face. 

If Sirius was asked to imagine the moment he saw Y/N again after nearly a decade apart, he was sure he wouldn’t have imagined what actually happened. Y/N was smiling over her shoulder as she opened the door, facing away from Sirius until she stepped fully into the hallway. And of course, she was even more beautiful up close. Her black dress hugged her torso just perfectly, the skirt dancing around her legs as if it were alive. Her hair lay perfectly in its natural form, her skin clear and soft-looking, and Sirius was met with a waft of jasmine flower that nearly sent him to his knees. But when she finally turned and met Sirius’s excited gaze, the smile that spread across her lips dipped slightly.

“Oh,” she said. Sirius couldn’t tell if she was surprised in a good way or a bad one. “Um … hello, Sirius.”

The door fell shut behind her.

“Hello,” Sirius said and nearly cringed; he sounded like a blushing schoolboy. The pair stared at each other for a long moment until Sirius finally came to his senses. 

“Here,” he said and thrusted the bouquet out at her. “For you.”

“Oh. Thank you,” she said quietly, taking the flowers in one hand and adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder with the other. “They’re … beautiful.”

Sirius’s smile broadened, and the two once again stared at each other. 

“Um … are you alright?” Y/N finally asked, brows furrowed. Sirius blinked dumbly, and then nodded. 

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m good. Great, even.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “Okay … and, um …,” she scratched the back of her neck, “why are you here?”

Suddenly, Sirius felt incredibly awkward. Here he was, standing in front of a girl—a woman, now—whom he hadn’t seen in years. It was unfair of him to expect them to resume being the best of friends as if nothing had happened. 

“Uh, I just—I just heard you were performing and thought I might as well, um, come watch,” Sirius said. “Thought maybe we could catch up or hang out … or something.” The end of the sentence turned upwards like a question, but Sirius nearly gasped in relief when Y/N smiled mildly. 

“Um, sure, we can talk for a bit,” she said and began walking down the corridor towards the ticket booths. Sirius followed at her side like a lost puppy as the two walked in slightly-more-comfortable silence, passing through a door that led into the Royal Opera House’s atrium, then exiting into the warm summer night. 

“So,” Y/N began, “how’ve you been?”

“Good, I’ve been good!” Sirius said, walking between her and the empty street with his hands behind his back, fiddling nervously. “And you? Seems you’ve been doing well for yourself.” She laughed lightly, and Sirius beamed. 

“I’m doing well,” she confirmed. “I mean, I’m resident conductor for the Royal Opera House in London. I could do a lot worse.” They both chuckled. 

“Very true, you’re doing brilliantly,” Sirius said, and Y/N smiled up at him. Fucking hell. His heart was going to leap out of his mouth at this rate.

“I mean, you’re doing alright for yourself as well,” Y/N said. “You’ve got your own band and everything.”

Sirius blushed a little, embarrassed. “I wasn’t sure if you knew.”

Y/N scoffed humorously. “Goodness, Sirius, I don’t live under a rock. I see you on the cover of every magazine when I do my shopping.”

“I know you don’t live under a rock,” he said with a little laugh. “But still, I don’t like to assume.”

She shrugged. “Fair enough.”

The pair turned right and crossed a street.

“How’d you find out we were performing tonight anyway?” Y/N asked, looking up at Sirius. Her brows furrowed lightly, and a thin crease appeared between them. 

“Saw it in a magazine,” Sirius said. “Called in that night to order my ticket. You really think I was about to miss my childhood best friend’s debut performance?”

Y/N let out a scoff that was a little less than humorous. “You mean the girl you disappeared on in Year 11.”

Sirius’s smile fell. Of course.

Sirius couldn’t remember much of the time he spent at home before he ran away to James’s. His best memories were the ones with Y/N when they were children, sneaking out of their respective houses in the night to meet on the streets of Paris and have fun or talk or simply walk together in silence. After he ran away, Sirius didn’t think about her until the first summer he spent at the Potters’, when he realized he didn’t really have a way to get back to her. His parents had paid for him to be a part of the Youth Symphony, and he had stayed at their family house to attend. But Sirius refused to ask Mr. and Mrs. Potter for anything more than they had already done for him, even if it meant never seeing Y/N again. Still, he was a sixteen-year-old boy. He mourned the loss of his best friend, but he hadn’t thought of what she would think when he seemingly fell off the face of the planet.

“I’m really sorry for—”

“It’s fine,” Y/N interrupted. “Truly. I know you wouldn’t have stopped attending without a reason.”

“You deserve to know why,” Sirius countered. 

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “I don’t deserve to know anything you don’t want to tell me, Sirius.”

He frowned. “And if I do want to tell you?”

Y/N stopped walking, and Sirius stopped too. She was looking up at him with a look that sent a wave of nostalgia through his mind. She’d often look at him like that when he showed her his bruises and cuts after a particularly rough evening with his parents. She’d tend to them in silence, using the iodine wipes, antiseptic, and colorful band aids with stars on them that she’d begun to carry around for him, before sitting in front of him and watching him with that soft look of concern. 

With a small huff, Y/N switched the bouquet to the hand furthest from Sirius and took his hand and dragged him to the street, barely looking both ways before crossing.

“Um—where’re we going?” Sirius asked, trying his best to ignore how her hand pulled him along so firmly yet gently. He hoped his palms wouldn’t get sweaty. 

“You’ll see,” she said and dragged him into a small corner shop. 

A small bronze bell tinkled to life as the odd pair entered the small shop, and a small child popped up behind the counter. 

“Welcome to the Last Stop Corner Shop! Here, you’ll find all your last minute needs! Nail polish? We’ve got some! Beer in a bottle? Absolutely! Garlic salt? Aisle two, on your left! Beer in a can? Right next to the beer in a bottle! Hotdogs?—”

“Amir, you don’t have to do that every time I stop by,” Y/N chided, pulling Sirius further into the shop. 

“Oh, Y/N! It’s good to see you! Who’s this? Is he—”

“He’s a friend of mine. Sirius,” Y/N introduced. 

“Sirius?” Amir peered up at Sirius with the widest, most curious eyes the man had ever seen. “Hey, you’re that guy from TV! My sister reeeally likes you. She said the other day that she thinks you’re—”

“Amir!” came another voice from the back room, and a girl around sixteen rushed behind the counter. “Stop telling everyone that, you little—” As soon as she noticed Sirius’s presence, the girl froze. Her dark eyes widened to the size of tea saucers, and her eyes flicked from him to the tabloid magazines with his picture on the racks behind him, then back. Once she’d confirmed it was indeed Sirius Black standing in front of her, she simply stood, arms hanging at her sizes, and gaped. 

“Er …” Sirius glanced at Y/N for help, “hi there.”

“C’mon,” Y/N said quietly, quickly pushing him into the forest of aisles and out of the girl’s view. “Sorry about that,” she said with an embarrassed laugh. 

“S’alright,” Sirius said with a chuckle. “I'm getting it a lot more and more now-a-days.”

“I can imagine,” Y/N said, maneuvering them towards the back of the shop. “Fasha’s obsessed with the Marauders. Can’t get enough, truly. It’s all she plays whenever I stop by.”

Sirius smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind if ever the boys and I need, uh, nail polish, garlic salt, hotdogs, or beer in a can or a bottle.” Y/N laughed, nudging his hip with hers. Sirius blushed. Goodness, what was she doing to him?

“Don’t tease her. She idolizes you.”

“Oh she idolizes me, does she?”

Y/N glared up at him, and he snickered. The two came to a stop in front of a section of shelves full of wine, bottles glimmering in the shop’s flickering light. “Pick your poison,” she said, motioning to the shelves. Sirius considered for a moment before taking two and holding them up towards Y/N.

“Cabernet or Muscadelle?”

Y/N’s brows furrowed in thought for just a moment before she took the Cabernet, and the two made their way back towards the counter.Thankfully, Fasha had recovered enough from her shock that she was able to check them out (eyeing Sirius in poorly-veiled awe the entire time), and in no time, Sirius was dragged outside once again. Y/N led him a block or two further down the road, then across an empty intersection diagonally and into a small park. Once she decided they were deep enough into the park, she withdrew a Swiss army knife from her purse and extended the corkscrew attachment. 

“You drink bottles of wine in the park so often that you’ve got a Swiss army knife for it?” Sirius teased as Y/N opened the bottle, and she chuckled lightly. “This is the first time I’ve used the corkscrew bit,” she admitted, passing him the bottle. Sirius took a swig. “I usually only use the nail file.”

Sirius nodded in understanding, passing the bottle back. Y/N took a sip and sighed.

“So,” she said.

“So,” Sirius parroted back. The two walked in silence, passing the bottle back and forth leisurely as he tried to decide what to say. There was so much he wanted to tell her: how much he enjoyed singing and playing the guitar, how much he loved his friends, how he regretted leaving her so abruptly. Y/N looked up at him gently, and he took a slow breath. Even if they hadn’t seen each other in years, Sirius knew her. She wouldn’t press for more information than he was comfortable with giving or sell him out to the tabloids. She would simply listen. “Um, you … you know how my parents were.” Y/N nodded. “Yeah. I really liked going back to school because I didn’t have to … deal with them there. I could just live without having to watch my every move, y’know?” Again, she nodded, but Sirius didn’t really wait for a response, taking a quick gulp of wine before he continued. “My best mate, James—he’s our guitarist, but sometimes he does drums—he was always offering for me to stay with him over school holidays so I wouldn’t have to go home. His parents are lovely—seriously, some of the best people I’ve ever met—but I never wanted to bother them, y’know? So I didn’t ever take him up on it.

“So, one Christmas, I went back to my parents’, and they were awful—what’s new?” Y/N smiled a little sadly. “I … honestly, I don’t remember much, but I ended up at James’s doorstep one night, and Mrs. Potter wouldn’t let me go back home—not that I wanted to go, of course—for the rest of winter holiday, and then summer holiday as well, and the winter one after that, and …” Sirius sighed slightly. “I haven’t gone back to my parents’ house since. And honestly, I couldn’t care less about what they’re up to now.” Sirius swallowed thickly before plastering on a smile and looking down at Y/N. “Fuck ‘em, y’know?” She barely smiled.

The odd pair continued down the path, taking turns with the wine as the both of them began to stumble slightly.

“Thank you for telling me, Sirius,” Y/N said. She was beginning to grip onto his arm to keep steady, and Sirius didn’t think the warm feeling in his chest was only from the alcohol. 

“I’m still sorry I never tried to find you again,” Sirius mumbled, but Y/N just shrugged.

“I’d rather you keep me in the dark and get away from them than stay just to see me,” she reasoned. Sirius giggled, buzzed. “What?” she whined. “‘Get away from them,’” Sirius repeated, voice high and exaggerated, before giggling again. “You say ‘them’ like they’re the scum of the earth.” “They are,” Y/N said indignantly. “Horrible people. They’re the worst. If I ever see your mother or father in person, I’d be happy to punch them in the thr—oh look, a little gazebo!” Before Sirius’s addled brain could catch up, she was already running for the little wooden structure next to a large lake. He stumbled after her, blinking very hard to get the world to stop spinning, and finally leaned against one of the wood pillars, watching as Y/N examined the benches inside with drunken interest. A giddy smile made its way onto his face without his knowing, and she turned to him with a childishly excited look. “It’s like in The Sound of Music. Y’know, when Liesl dances with that one guy in the glass pavilion while it’s raining?” Her face fell into a more thoughtful look. “Liesl actually quite annoyed me in that movie. She needed to find a hobby or something.”

Sirius laughed, setting the now only half-full wine bottle down on a bench and bowing dramatically at Y/N, hand extended.

“May I have this dance, my dear?” he asked in his worst old-timey posh accent. Y/N snorted but played along, taking his hand delicately.

“Of course, my darling,” she said in an equally ridiculous voice. Sirius grinned and stood straight once he’d moved the bouquet safely onto the bench beside the wine. He held her close to his chest with one arm and held her right arm out to the side as he led them in a very messy waltz, humming an odd mix of the waltzes she had conducted an hour or two earlier. Y/N resorted to simply standing on his feet as he moved them both, her arms curling round the back of his neck and his hands coming to rest at the small of her back. Eventually, Sirius’s voice subsided, and the two were left swaying in the center of the gazebo in silence.

“Y’know,” said Y/N into Sirius’s chest, and he dipped his head to hear her better, “I really hated you when you left.” Sirius let out a long, quiet breath, and he pressed his frowning lips to the top of her head. “I hated that I wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone about my parents. I hated that you didn’t call or write to explain what happened. I … I hated that my life would be so much more unbearable without you.” She shifted to look up at him. “I missed you terribly, Sirius.”

Sirius smoothed Y/N’s hair out of her face, his hand moving to rest at the nape of her neck. “I missed you too, lovely. I’m sorry I never called or wrote.”

“I forgive you,” Y/N whispered. 

Despite his swimming vision, Sirius could see Y/N perfectly. Even in the dark, the moon shone on her soft skin, in her slightly glossy eyes … and Sirius couldn’t bring himself to look away. He couldn’t think of anything else he wanted to look at, be it in that moment or ever again. 

“Did I ever tell you how … beautiful you are?” When he was drunk, Sirius’s mouth tended to speak without his brain’s permission, but in this instance, he didn’t quite mind. Y/N’s eyes narrowed, her full cheeks pushing upward in a beaming smile. Sirius couldn’t get enough. 

“Truly, Y/N. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“Oh goodness.” Y/N buried her head back into Sirius’s chest, and he laughed slightly, lightly pulling her back into his sight. 

“Just …” 

He hesitated. Was this a good idea? 

Again, his mouth spoke for him.

“Tell me if you want me to stop. Okay?”

Y/N nodded. Sirius smiled slightly, and his eyes fluttered from her glassy ones to her lips and back. Very slowly, his head dipped down, and he gently pressed his lips into hers. 

In the moment between when Sirius kissed Y/N and when Y/N kissed him back, Sirius was afraid he had made a terrible mistake. She didn’t move a muscle for one second, then two, and he was prepared to pull back when finally, her soft lips pushed gently back into his. The two stood sheltered under the gazebo for a long while, tasting the Cabernet on each other’s lips and leaving the questions for their future selves to deal with. 

What were they? Would this work with Sirius and the tabloids? Where would they go from here?

But those were all questions for tomorrow …

Favorite Photo

Summary: Sirius does the tiktok trend where there’s some fake dialogue at the beginning saying “why do you keep smiling at that one photo?” and then he shows a cute photo of Y/N

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Sirius Black x reader (no Y/N beyond the summary), modern!AU (only because there’s tiktok), headcanons

This trend popped up on Sirius’s for you page and he immediately wanted to do it

I think there are two possibilities with Sirius doing this trend

The first one is super sweet and fluffy, because we all know Sirius is Sweetheart™

He spends way too long scrolling through his photos, trying to find the perfect photo of you and him together

And that kinda turns into him just going through his entire camera roll and looking at all the photos and watching all the videos

He’s easily distracted lol

And eventually he finds a video that James took when they were at a party

James is quite drunk, but the video is surprisingly steady, and he’s walking around the party and finding each of the Marauders

Just for fun, I guess? James still doesn’t remember that party because he was really out of it, but that’s okay lol

And when he finally gets to Sirius, he finds the both of you laying on the couch with Sirius laying on your stomach, his chin resting on your chest as he just kinda stares at you

So Sirius takes a screenshot and boom, new favorite photo of the two of you

And of course, he’s got that lovesick look in his eyes at the beginning of the tiktok when the screen says something to the effect of ‘Why do you keep smiling at that photo??’, and the background music is probably like Billie Eilish’s cover of Hotline Bling or something pretty and soft like that (“Just like you!” Sirius insists, and everyone in the room rolls their eyes)

Most of Sirius’s followers (besides his friends, of course) follow him because he’s an absolutely GORGEOUS specimen of the human species, and you’re fine with that because, let’s be real, you agree with them

But when he posts stuff about you and him (which is relatively often) it’s always this sort of thing: lovey dovey and soft and sweet

And all of his followers go absolutely wild for it

They eat that shit up

Every one of them sees the both of you as their ideal relationship, and they all simply love you both immensely

Now, if you recall, I did say there are two possibilities

The second is kinda silly, but I think it still fits with Sirius’s personality

Because this time around, Sirius knows exactly which photo he wants to use

And it’s an absolutely terrible one

Not actually terrible, of course, because Sirius thinks you look gorgeous in every photo, and he’d never post any photo of yours without your express permission

But not exactly your finest moment either

It’s probably something silly, like you making a disgusted face at something, glaring at him after a prank, ugly-laughing at something one of your friends said—you get the gist

Maybe he’d post this one after the first one with something like “runner up” in the description lmao

Of course, it’s all in good fun, and if you were to perhaps come to him pouting once you see it, he’ll cuddle you to death and apologize and ask if you want him to delete it

He’s such a thoughtful little sweetheart <3

S I R I U S B L A C K M A S T E R L I S T

dating sirius black ☁️

irresistible