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♫Technicolour Beat- Oh Wonder// Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

A/N: This is just something I thought of while listening to this song, and I hope you enjoy it!#

She set him free in an unbelievable way; her carelessness was contagious, filling the air with every word she spoke. She was the light breeze that pushed the brooding clouds away from the sun, allowing the warm light to enliven his life.

She saw the buried tragedies, casting them aside with a touch of her fingertips, allowing him to glow the way he was meant to.


Sunrises meant nothing until he learned the admiration she had for them, until the 5 am light caressed her face as she closed her eyes and smiled at the sky, her cheeks flushed with the peacefulness.

“Get up, get up, get up” Y/N nudged him repeatedly.

“You’re making the bed shake for all the wrong reasons” he groaned, pulling a pillow over his head.

“Wake uuuuuup!” she whined, tugging at his nightshirt.

His response was less than satisfying, as he mumbled “No thanks”.

Minutes later he was grouchily following her to the front of the castle, running a hand through his messy dark hair, eyes half closed.

The cold air woke him as he looked around, disoriented.

“It’s still dark! Are you bloody insane?!”

She smiled at him and pointed straight ahead “Look”.

She looked at him like a happy child, anticipating his reaction.

“What am I looking at?” he asked, as the sun began peeking through the tree branches and a soft breeze blew.

Her smile was infectious. He smirked, watching his best friend’s grin as the sun rose and grazed her face and her (y/e/c) eyes closed gently, facing the orb of light rising in front of them.


He didn’t have a favourite colour until he’d learned hers was yellow. After that day, he’d be perfectly happy living in a fully yellow house, surrounded by sunflowers.

“Y/N it’s your turn to ask Sirius” Lily pointed out.

“Please no, I’m terrible at coming up with questions. And dares.” she groaned.

“Don’t ruin the game now” he winked, smiling at her frustration.

“Fine. Truth or dare?” she mumbled, frowning at her friends.

“Dare” he said unsurprisingly.

She racked her brain for one until she finally gave up: “I dare you to tell us all your favourite colour” she said folding her hands across her chest and lifting her head up proudly.

“That’s possibly the worst dare I’ve heard since I’ve first played this game.” an unamused expression graced his face.

“You scared?” Y/N joked, smirking at him.

“I don’t have a favourite colour.” he said matter-of-factly, a sigh escaping his lips. “What’s yours then?” he looked at her, waiting for a response.

“Yellow” she happily said, her eyes crinkling with the smile lighting up her face.

“Let’s just say mine’s yellow too” her warm presence made him feel at peace with everything, and now the colour yellow did too.


Books were just words on paper until she’d read him to sleep one night and made them come alive and flutter through the air, embracing him softly through the sound of her voice.

He saw her familiar silhouette sitting on the couch in the common room, illuminated by the light from the roaring fireplace, her nose in a book.

“Why are you up?” he asked, jumping over the back of the couch and landing at her feet.

She didn’t look up, clearly captivated by the inked words in her hands “Why are you?” she mumbled distractedly.

“Couldn’t sleep” he said with a sigh, throwing his feet onto the couch right next to hers. She looked up from her text, closing it,never moving her index finger off the page: “How come?”

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“Pansy”  ~  Draco x reader

“can you do one where you’re dating Draco and he gets mad at you during a fight bc you don’t like pansy and he thinks it’s bc you’re jealous but it’s actually bc she bullied you for a long time and like attacked you once and he didn’t know about it and you break up and then he finds out and feels really guilty and then some fluff. lol sorry this is kinda confusing” ~Anon

Hi! Thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took forever! It was so much fun to write! I absolutely loved it! Again, thank you, and I hope you enjoy!😊😘

  • y/n - your name
  • y/l/n - your last name
  • y/f/f - your favorite food

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The halls were surprisingly empty. Y/n ran down to the dungeons to turn in her Potions essay early. Knocking on Snape’s office door, she heard a sinister giggle from behind her. She turned her head to see Pansy.

Y/n, y/n, y/n…” she sneered. “What a surprise…

Y/n kept quiet. Opening her mouth would only cause more trouble.

“Not going to talk, are you?”

Before y/n could retaliate, the door opened.

Snape motioned her inside his office, leaving Pansy alone in the hallway. He shut the door behind him and pointed to the seat on the opposite side of his desk.

“What brings you o my office today, Miss y/l/n?” he asked, giving her a dull stare.

Y/n smiled lightly. “i wanted to turn in my essay early, if that’s okay.”

He nodded. “That’s fine.”

“Thank you.”

After handing Snape her essay and getting some info on their next lesson, she left, heading to the library to meet Draco for their study session.

“Hey, you!” he flirted.

Y/n shut the door behind her. “Hey!”

Draco got up and pulled a chair out for her. As she sat down, he pushed the chair in for her. “Did you get that essay turned in?” he asked, all ears.

“I did.”

“Good!” He closed his textbook. “You can spend more time with me now.”

The door opened once more. A girl with medium length black hair entered and took a seat across from Draco. That girl was Pansy Parkinson.

“Hey, y/n.” she smirked cheerfully.

Y/n didn’t quite know how to take this situation. She hated Pansy. But, knowing that Draco was friends with her, she faked a smile. “Hey.”

After about three minutes, y/n couldn’t take anymore of their overly friendly banter. She got up from her seat. “I’m going to bed.” she stated. Giving Draco a kiss on the cheek, she left.

She couldn’t sleep that night. Something about Pansy’s act around Draco made her feel queasy. Throwing the sheets in the floor, she headed to the common room.

Draco wasn’t far behind her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind as they watched the dark depths of the Black Lake, nuzzling his head into her hair.

“Why are you up, Love?”

She shrugged.

“Come on.” He turned her around to face him. “You can tell me.”

The green colored fire from the torches lit his face. His smile showed the utmost tenderness. His eyes sparkled. Y/n almost got lost in his gaze, but she quickly re-focused on her problem.

She sighed. “It’s just Pansy.”

“What about her?”

“I don’t know.” She paused as the watched a sliver of scales swim by the glass. “Every time she’s around us, she acts completely different.”

Draco’s tone changed a tad. “What do you mean?”

“She just…” Her voice cracked. “I don’t like her.”

He rubbed her back. “Are you jealous?”

“No!” she shouted.

Draco let go of her and backed away a bit. “It seems like you are.”

Y/n’s anger got the best of her. “I’m not!”

“What is your problem?”

She scoffed. “What’s your problem?”

Y/n was sure that half of the Slytherin house was awake now. However, the yelling only intensified.

Draco was absolutely stunned by his girlfriend’s harsh tone. With his mouth agape, he finally thought of something to say. “We’re just friends! Why don’t you like her?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!”

“See?” he yelled. “You don’t even have a valid reason!”

A tear rolled down y/n’s cheek. The room was fuzzy due to the water that filled her eyes. She did have a valid reason, but talking about it would only make her feel worse.

“You know what?” Her voice was hoarse from the yelling and holding back tears. “You’re a jerk!” The waterworks began. “We’re through!”

Fine!

Y/n ran past Draco and up the stairs, finding Pansy in the hall. Instead of starting another riot, she pushed her out of the way and ran into her dormitory.

Her pillow was her only friend at this point. It was something to cry on, something to hold. She picked her sheets up from the floor sloppily and cried herself to sleep.

The next day was really hard for her. She walked into the Potions classroom to see Draco sitting next to Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle. It didn’t surprise her. She knew Pansy had somehow managed to pull off being the innocent girl she obviously wasn’t. Finding an empty seat in the back of the room, she sat alone.

Without anyone to talk to, brewing her potion was boring. She even forgot what she was supposed to be making. Halfway through, she stopped, sitting there silently.

Snape walked by her desk. “What is that?”

“I don’t know.” she shrugged. “Probably a poison now.”

He furrowed his brow at her. “Is something wrong, Miss y/l/n?”

Y/n took a deep breath, intending to say something (even if it wasn’t entirely true), but, instead, slammed her book shut and stormed out of the room, leaving all of her belongings behind.

The second floor bathroom was empty, which was perfect. She locked herself in one of the stalls and bawled.

She skipped her other morning classes. She skipped lunch. Her time was spent in the bathroom stall, overthinking every minor detail of why she hated that Pansy Parkinson. Memories flooded her mind, bringing her more discomfort. She wanted to leave. Not just the bathroom, but the whole school entirely. What was the point of being there if she didn’t have anyone to talk to.

Soon after lunch had ended, and what was supposed to be her Charms class time began, Moaning Myrtle came along and started her usual mockery. It was hard to ignore, but y/n tried her best. Her loud, high pitched cackles and whines made y/n cringe. It seemed like an eternity had passed. Getting tired of Moaning Myrtle living up to her name, she left.

Students were all over the halls, which gave y/n a bit of hope that she wouldn’t be found. But, as soon as she turned the corned, she saw Draco and Pansy with smirks on their faces. Quickly, she crouched down behind one of the statues and hid from their view.

“I miss y/n.” she heard Draco say passing by. She listened closely to their conversation, knowing that something was bound to happen.

Pansy giggled sarcastically. “Why?” she asked.

“She just gets me.”

Y/n watched as Pansy rolled her eyes.

“Y/n is a bitch.”

Draco became a bit upset with her remark. “No she’s not.”

“She’s always been one to me.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be one to her.”

Pansy eyed him angrily. “What?”

He shrugged. “Just a thought.”

With that, he walked off.

Pansy breathed heavily before starting to make her way upstairs. Y/n stayed behind the statue for a little bit, unsure of where to go. So, instead of hiding, she headed to the common room.

Watching the fish swim by was her favorite way to pass time. It was easy to get lost in the watery abyss of the lake. Not knowing, she missed her last class and dinner. She had forgotten about leaving all of her stuff in Snape’s class as well, which didn’t really matter. She could explain after she felt able enough.

The quietness of the room brought her to a calm state. It was peaceful. Enjoyable even. But, all good things come to an end. The common room door opened, which startled her terribly. She looked behind her to see the blonde headed boy holding a plate of her favorite food and the stuff she’d left behind.

“I didn’t see you at any of the meals today.” he said quietly, taking a seat beside her. “So, I brought you your favorite. Y/f/f.”

Y/n smiled a bit, but quickly returned to her saddening expression.

“And, here’s your things. I was going to give them to you in our next class, but you skipped all of them.”

She didn’t reply. Her food was still untouched.

“Look.” he continued. “I’m sorry about last night. I was being a jerk.”

Y/n shook her head. “No you weren’t.”

“Yes, I was.”

“No,” she interrupted, “I just let my loathing take over my emotions.”

Draco pulled her in for a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I am.”

Letting go, he smiled warmly at her. “Don’t be. She’s not as nice as I thought she was.”

Y/n didn’t want to bring up the argument she saw.

“I see why you don’t like her.”

She sighed. “It’s not just that.”

He tilted his head with concern.

“Remember that time when I missed class because my hand started to hurt from note taking?”

Draco nodded.

She sighed once more. “That wasn’t the reason.”

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “What happened?”

She bit her lip. “Pansy jinxed my quill to make my hand sore when I used it.”

His eyes widened.

“Lucky for her, it was my only quill.”

“Oh, y/n!” He pulled her in for another hug, this one being tighter than the last. “I’m so sorry.”

Her eyes watered as she hugged him back.

“I feel so bad for not listening to you.”

She smiled with tears in her eyes. “Sometimes you just have to find things out on your own.”

After kissing her temple and holding her for a few more long seconds, he let go. He stroked her cheek and wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye. “I love you.”

Her eyes then flooded with tears. She wrapped her arms around him tightly in a quick manner. “I love you, too!” she sobbed.

His white school shirt became stained with mascara. Y/n lifted her head to see the mess she had created.

“Oh my god.” she gasped. “I am so sorry!”

He chuckled lightly. “It’s just a shirt, Love. I have plenty more.” He paused, changing the subject. “You need to eat.”

He pushed the plate of y/f/f closer to y/n, her picking it up with a grin. “Thank you.” she said. Taking a bite, she continued to smile. She was happy to have Draco back.

“After you get finished, you need to copy down the notes I took for you today, alright?”

She nodded with a mouthful of food.

“And then we’ll go to bed.”

“We?” she asked, not yet swallowing.

Draco smirked kindly. “I’m not letting you anywhere near Pansy until she can learn to be nicer to you.” He stood up from his seat. “So, you’ll be sleeping in my room. I’ll go get your pillow.”

After eating, y/n copied down notes like Draco had told her she needed to do. She felt a lot better after talking and getting caught up on all of her school work. She yawned as she fall back onto her pillow on the twin-sized bed. Reluctantly, she went to change into her pajamas and crawled under Draco’s covers. He pulled her close as he laid down beside her, not intending on letting her go.

“If we get in trouble, this is all your fault.” y/n joked.

Draco laughed. “Why don’t we just blame it on Pansy?”

Soon enough, they were both sound asleep.

♫Blush-Wolf Alice// Sirius Black: The Fox and The Hound

A/N: I know this isn’t the most conventional story, but I got the idea in my head for some reason and I just had to write it. I know it’s quite a bit shorter than what I’ve put up so far, but I’ll make up for it soon; I have an idea that could possibly be a multiple part story depending on how far I’m able to take it! Also, I’m Sirius-ly (haha please don’t leave me) considering making this an HP only blog for a while, until I get more ideas and responses on what to do with the other shows. 

Please remember, requests are open, so feel free to ask for anything at any time (ships, imagines, preferences, aesthetics and so on)!

When I write enough posts, I’ll also be posting links to all the songs I’ve used as inspiration.

Much love for all of you, you’ve been amazing, and I hope you enjoy this! 

If the trees grounded by the opaque waters of the Black Lake could talk, their leaves would rhapsodise about the fox and the hound that made a nightly habit of wandering by the pitch black waters in the dead of night, guided only by the pale moonlight and intuition. The branches would happily crackle, narrating a fairytale about a boy and a girl who didn’t know they were the best of friends, sharing an unexplained devotion to each other.

If the agonized branches of the whomping willow were art brushes, they’d paint an image of a dark haired boy, a loathing filled letter clutched in his defeated hand, being embraced by a girl whose significance he’d only just began to comprehend.

If the soaring owls could turn their hoots into love songs, they’d sing of the chilly spring day when the brooding black hound and the gentle red fox ran side by side, slowly morphing back into the boy who feigned nonchalance and the girl who saw right through it.

If the gargoyles gracing the castles rooftops could bellow a fable to the crowd rushing around the magic filled grounds, their stone voices, raspy with gravel, would reveal the boy and the girl, standing in front of each other. Naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Yet safer than they’ve ever been.

Years later, the house elves would tell the story of the day the boy and the girl ran off into the abyss of the Black Lake, her wedding dress emptied as flaming fur covered the small four footed creature fumbling to escape the silk and tulle, while the hound abandoned his suit and tie at the shore…

…and the fox and the hound waded, breaking the opaqueness of the lake with the rays of frenzied love that Dante speaks of.

What started as a Pokken inspired picture suddenly became a Dark Souls inspired picture… both which still have Mega Gengar as the focus, so lets just say it’s Pokemon related, lol.

Compared to Pokemon’s rather fluffy Mega Gengar, Pokken made there’s extra spiky and frightening~! And honestly I really love Pokken’s style over the original.

BUT LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT DARK SOULS *brick’d* 

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