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James Potter to Mrs. Wife: lily can we have another baby?

Lily Potter to Wears Socks to Bed: R u going to text me that every time Harry does something cute?

James Potter: yes

Lily Potter: U know if we got one every time u asked we’d have like 35 babies by now??

James Potter: i’d be okay with that

James Potter: they might give us our own tv programme

James Potter: lil and jim and their kin 

Lily Potter: Ur right what’s the point of having children if not to pimp them out for reality television

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hear that? that’s the sound of my whole soul burning into pieces along with my heart breaking and my eyes becoming an eternal waterfall.

Padfoot’s patronus

Sirius x reader

For the anon who wanted patronus fluff, hope you enjoy!


“You’re late, (Y/N).” Mcgonagall commented, taking in my flushed cheeks and windblown hair as I arrived at the classroom door.

I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”

She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”

I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.

“Yeah. Just got stopped by Greenwood. He said my essay on the lunar cycle of Jupiter was ‘unsatisfactory’.”

They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.

“He’s just a greasy-haired git, (Y/N). I bet he’ll be gone soon- even old  McGonny can’t stand him.” James stated. “Besides, I bet your essay was better than all of ours.”

I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”

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Harmless Joke (Young Sirius Black x reader-- drabble)

A/N: thank god for study halls lmao also my smol wolfstar heart played a v tiny part in this 🌚

#4: “I’m too sober for this.”
#28: “How drunk was I?”

word count: 493 (i had way too much fun w this)
warnings: underaged drinking

Sirius says that he can hold his liquor, but everyone knows that he can’t. He has no idea what his limit is and it seems like he goes from completely sober to absolutely shitfaced in the blink of an eye. He never listens to you when you try to cut him off.

There was a big quidditch celebration happening in the Gryffindor common room, as always. You and Remus are talking about a book that you just finished at his recommendation. You thoroughly enjoyed it and so The two of you were deep in conversation, revolving around something Padfoot cared nothing for. “I’m too sober for this,” he sighs as he takes his hand off your thigh to go find an alcoholic beverage of some sort. You roll your eyes at him and continue your chat.

So, Sirius is on his third bottle of fire whiskey, which is where you usually tell him to stop. You give him a scolding look as he reaches for his fourth. He merely scoffs and shrugs you off.

Your jaw locks as you make eye contact with James from across the room. He chuckles and mouths the word, “Padfoot?” and you nod. Prongs motions you over.

“My boyfriend is a real asshole, you know that?” you sigh as you approach.

He laughs, “Oh yes, I’m well aware. I was thinking, why don’t we play a harmless joke on our, soon to be, incredibly intoxicated friend?”

“What did you have in mind?” you grin.

The next morning, you wake up, far earlier than Sirius. He’s quite the heavy sleeper, so you seamlessly slip out of his arms and give Remus a tap. You let him in on the joke, as well. Moony slips off his shirt and shimmies his way into Padfoot’s grip where you had just been. The three of you that are awake are trying not to burst out into laughter.

“Okay, okay. Be asleep,” James shushes you as he pulls you into his bed and wraps his arms around you. “That’s your cue, Rem.”

You feign sleeping whilst Remus swipes hair out of your boyfriend’s face. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Morning- oh my- oh my god! Oh my-” Sirius’s face fills with panic and horror. “How drunk was I?! Moony, what are you- why are you-” He’s jumped out of bed. “JAMES POTTER- GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!”

“Wha- oh,” James’s grip loosens around you; your head is still buried in his chest, hiding your smile. “Well, you were with Remus. I just figured that Y/N was free for the night.”

You can no longer stifle your laughter and you flip over to face your boyfriend. “Listen to me when I tell you to stop drinking!” you demand between your giggles.

“So, I didn’t- and you didn’t..?” he trails off, the gears in his brain spinning.

“No, you dumbass.” You get off of James. “Now, go take a shower. You reek of booze.”

Shower- Sirius Black

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Characters: Sirius Black, James Potter

Warnings: Swearing

Request: Anon-  Could you do a Imagine that Reader and Sirius like each other, and he is always teasing her and once she says that she is going take a shower and he asks if she needs help (😂)??? You can choose the end. Thank you!!!

Word Count: 529

Author: Charlotte

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The Party

Sirius Black x Reader

My heart was beating faster and faster as we walked into the family home of the Blacks. I glanced nervously at the crowd .


I hated these pureblood parties that my parents dragged me to. They were excrutiatingly boring, and so dull. The pureblood families got together every now and then to brag about their riches and accomplishments. Boring stuff. And it was another excuse for parents to find suitable brides and grooms for their children.

My eyes went through the crowd of people, searching for just one face.

Eventhough I shouldnt be doing that.

Its been over a month since I last saw him, and we had had an awful fight  before vacation began. He didnt even write to me. And his silence just drove me mad.

I found myself in the huge dining room. The long table was laid out with lots of food, and people were already sitting around it, talking and eating.

Thats when I saw him.

Sitting at the table, with a bored expression. Leaning back lazily on his chair. He saw me and sat up straight, running his fingers through his silky black hair.

“Y/N ! Come on now !”

My mother’s sudden appearence startled me. I stood staring at her with a hand against my chest.

“What is it, dear ? ” she asked, seeing my expression.

“You scared me, Mum !” I said, as she took my hand and led me towards the table.

Most of the seats were taken, except for one where my mother sat, and two others on either sides of Him.

Sirius Black had that smirk on his face now. He knew I will have to sit next to him.

“Sit !” Mum urged me, as I hesitated.

This is going to be a long night, I thought as I walked up to the empty seat and sat. He looked at me, and I just gave a nod of acknowledgment.

Sirius and I were pretty close. We were very much inseparable. We have been together for 3 years now, and he still gave me butterflies in my stomach.

We had quite a nasty fight about a month before school closed for summer. I happened to see a Ravenclaw girl pushing him against a wall like she owned him, and trying to kiss him. I was way beyond jealous, and we got into a fight. I knew it wasnt him who did anything. But I  didnt see him pushing her away either. I was just too heartbroken to reason with anything. And we havent spoken since. He tried while at school. But I didnt give in.

I tried my best, but I just couldnt resist sneaking glances at him. Both of us played with our food. I took ocassional bites to satisfy my mother, who was eyeing me from across the table.

Just as I was about to put the spoon to my mouth, I felt his hand on my knee. I dropped my spoon and it hit the plate with a loud clang. Several guests looked up at me, and Mum was glowering.

“Alright there, sweetheart ?” she asked in a sickly sweet tone.

I nodded, and I felt his fingers tighten around my knee. I bit my lip, not knowing what to do. I grabbed my goblet and took a big sip of water.

His hand slid up.

Thank god for the elaborate and frilly table cloth !

“Sirius, dont you dare !” I hissed at him, swatting his hand away.

He smirked again.

An old wizard sitting next to Sirius’ father Orion Black, asked him something. Sirius turned to face him, and spoke. His fingers were still stroking my thigh, and it was sending shivers down my spine. I put a hand over his, and squeezed it, to stop his fingers from moving. He continued talking with the man, as his fingers slowly intertwined with mine.

I missed this boy. I missed the way he touched me, and said my name. I missed everything about him.

As I felt a heaviness in my heart, he moved his hand again. My stomach did flips at that. I knew this wont go well here.I held his hand again, and moved it away from my leg.

I got up.

Excusing myself, I almost ran out of the dining room.

It was my first time in his house, so I didnt know where to go. I just went up the stairs, and found a door that opened into a small balcony. I stood, with my hands on the railings, breathing heavily.

I didnt know how I managed without him for this long. I couldnt do it anymore. I needed him. I needed Sirius Black.

Just as tears began to sting my eyes, I felt a pair of arms around my waist, and Sirius’ scent filled my nostrils. He pulled me against his firm chest, kissing the back of my neck. I just held his hands to me tightly, not wanting him to let go.

“You’re bad Sirius Black” I said.
“You’re so bad”

“Im sorry, Princess” he said, and turned me around to face him.

“Forgive me”

He leaned forward to kiss me, and he lifted me off the floor. I pulled away, hearing some footsteps.

“Someone will see us ” I said, looking over his shoulder.

“Come on” Sirius said, taking my hand.

We ran up the stairs. And he opened a door, pulling me in with him. And I immediately knew it was his room.
Before I could actually take a look at it, he pushed me against his door, and kissed me again.

“Owww” I said against his lips, making him laugh. He moved his lips down to my neck.

“Sirius ! Our parents are downstairs !” I said, pushing him away.

“So what ?!” he said, grabbing me again.

“No !!” I said as he came forward again.

He stopped, and pouted.

“Where have you been ? Did you even bother to write to me ?!” I asked.

“Im sorry Y/N!” Sirius said, looking defeated. “I didnt know what to do ! You wouldnt even look at me ! Besides, homes been hell -”

I knew what it was like for him, and I felt bad for being so hard on him.

“Please, Y/N?” Sirius said, takng my hand in his, and kissing it.

“I missed you, idiot” I said, hugging him.

Sirius smiled and pressed his lips to mine again. His hands arms came around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“I love you, baby” he said, kissing my nose.
“I love you too ” I said, smiling.

                               * * *

I stood in front of his mirror, fixing my hair, as he sat, watching me.

He strolled towards me slowly, with a sad look on his face.

“ I dont want you to leave” he said, standing behind me, with his hands on my waist. “Lets run away”

I turned around and kissed his cheek,laughing.

“We might have to” I said, and put on my shoes.

“Just a month more till school starts” I said, and went to the door. “Love you, Black”

                                * * *

“Where have you been, Y/N !” Mum hissed as she saw me.

“Umm…bathroom” I said, shrugging.

“Come here ! There is something important” said Mum, grabbing my arm and leading me into the dining area.

“Found her, have you ?” Walburga Black was speaking to my Mum.

“This is her” Mum said, giving me a little push.

“Hmm” Walburga said, as she touched my cheek, trying to bring out a smile. “She is perfect !”

I stood staring at Sirius’ mother.

“Ah ! There ! SIRIUS !” she bellowed, making me jump. I turned to see Sirius looking at us with wide eyes.

I was sweating now. Shit, have they found out about us ?!, I thought, my heart racing.

Sirius came to us slowly. He looked at me cautiously.

“Mary, I hope you’ve met my son before, Sirius ” Walburga said, and Mum nodded, smiling at Sirius.

I felt another hand on my shoulder, and turned to find my Dad, smiling down at me. Why were they all so happy ?

“I think its time to tell them, Orion.” He said. Sirius’ father nodded and looked at his wife.

“Well, we have decided to join the Y/L/N and the Black family ” Walburga began. “And as the two of you are so well suited for eachother…”

Sirius and I stood frozen.

Is this for real ?!

“The wedding will be soon after your education at Hogwarts is complete !” Mum added happily, smiling at Walburga.

Sirius and I exchanged glances, still unable to react.

Walburga came forward to hug me.

“Welcome to the family, Y/N” she said, struggling to bring about a smile.

Sirius finally smiled as my parents embraced him.

“I think this is great !” Mum exclaimed. “We have so much to do now !!”

Just as our parents began their own conversations, Sirius looked at me.

“I cant believe it ” I said.

He laughed.

I had to join in. Sirius put his arm aound me, kissing my forhead.

Maybe this wasnt such a bad party, after all.

Tatterdemalion Dreams

This is a coda to Ragtag Heroes, not really intended to become a separate thing but my attempt to get into Sirius’s head. Excuse me while I upend my drabble bin over your heads. :D

Sirius’s little brother has always been just that—little. Regulus was a slight and slender child, and has grown into a lean and lithe man, a little too thin and rawboned from constant stress but still pretty in the way that their parents always despaired of. Sirius can admit, despite his hatred of her, that Walburga Black was an absolutely stunning woman, and Regulus takes after her very much in looks.

Not so much in personality, though, regardless of what Sirius thought as a child. Not after what he’s managed to accomplish.

Slumped in a dusty old armchair, Sirius watches his brother wander around Grimmauld Place’s library, touching covers, stroking long fingers over worn spines. This is Reggie’s element and always has been—Sirius was honestly astonished that he ended up in Slytherin rather than Ravenclaw, during the Sorting. Regulus as a child, in Sirius’s mind, was forever clutching a book, sometimes as big as himself, and wandering around with a dreamy, distant expression. He thinks of it with a bit of a pang, now, because at some point during his first year at Hogwarts that warm burst of fondness at the sight of his little brother, forever trying to please everyone, transformed into something sneering and derisive and passively loathing.

Regulus being sorted into Slytherin was the final straw, and Sirius, already immersed in being different from their parents and surrounded by Gryffindors who held the same beliefs, had turned his back on Regulus, not about to associate himself with a sniveling follower.

Never mind the fact that Regulus was eleven. Never mind that their parents had always leaned harder on Regulus, who was never nearly as willful. Never mind that Regulus adored Sirius since birth, as the only one who spent any amount of time with him outside of the house elves. Sirius had turned away, found a new brother in James who suited him so much better, and left without a backwards glance.

Their parents were never kind, even to the family favorite, and Sirius watches Regulus meander through the shelves with something like guilt roiling in his gut. Should have known, he thinks, and the vague, distant regret he’s felt since learning of his brother’s death is back in full force, because Sirius had run away from the family and left Regulus behind. It doesn’t matter that they were at odds at the time; Regulus was always a gentle soul, always tried to please their parents no matter what. Sirius could have easily taken him along to James’s, could have convinced him to abandon their parents’ ideals if only he’d remembered the sweet little boy Regulus had been, rather than looking at the distant, aloof Black prince he’d been forcibly molded into.

But he didn’t, hadn’t bothered, and something in Sirius is—

“Leo Prince,” Regulus says unexpectedly, making Sirius jump.

“What?” Sirius asks, blinking.

When he looks up, Regulus is giving him that nostalgic you’re-a-moron-Siri-and-must-I-lower-myself-to-your-level look. He’s seen it quite often—usually from the child Regulus used to be, excited about some obscure spell or ritual or potion, some little-known aspect of ancient magical theory that lost Sirius completely about twelve words into the explanation. Not that he’s an idiot, academically—Sirius has always been proud of his grades—but Regulus is something entirely different. Even their parents never quite knew what to do with him, beyond shipping him off to Voldemort in a gift-wrapped package.

“Yes, Reggie?” Sirius grins at his little brother, for the sole reason that the nickname drives him batty and nothing gets his ire up like pretending to be stupid. “What was that?”

Regulus rolls his eyes so hard Sirius wonders how he doesn’t strain something. “My name,” he explains, tone long-suffering, “for teaching at Hogwarts.”

Sirius turns it over in his head for a moment. “Leo?” he repeats dubiously, because outwardly Regulus is the perfect Slytherin, and whenever he’s not being Slytherin he gives a damned good impression of being a born Ravenclaw. Nothing leonine about him, really.

That gets him another roll of Regulus’s eyes, though it’s subtler this time. “The star Regulus is the brightest heavenly body in the constellation Leo,” he says, and his mouth quirks in a wry smile. “Also called ‘the Heart of the Lion’.”

Sirius snorts at that, wondering what twist of fate gave Regulus the one Black name that suited him exactly. ‘Heart of the Lion’ indeed. “And Prince?”

“From the literal meaning of my name.” Regulus turns back to his books again, plucking one off the shelf and adding it to the already sizeable pile he’ll be taking to Hogwarts with them. “’Little King’. It’s a name I’ve used before, in parts of the Continent. So if a particularly overprotective parent should try to trace my movements, there will be a trail. Leo Prince spent two years in Italy and then Eastern Europe, studying blood rituals from ancient times.”

Of course he did, Sirius thinks with a roll of his own eyes. He’s spent several weeks already with Hermione, and even she can’t hold a candle to his little brother. But rather than say anything—although it’s tempting, because Reggie being defensive over his rituals and spells is easily one of the more amusing things Sirius has ever encountered—he just asks, “And disguises? It’s more than likely that Peter told Voldemort about my Animagus form, and I hate to say it, Reggie, but you—”

“Yes, yes,” Regulus cuts him off, clearly annoyed. He’s always been easy for Sirius to rile. “We look very similar, I’m aware. Harry thought I was you, at first glance.”

Sirius blinks and fights a frown. Regulus is pretty, and Sirius has always considered himself—not without corroboration from other sources—to be handsome. Then he glances up, catches the tail end of Regulus’s wicked grin as the younger Black turns away, and huffs. “Oh, go on, rub it in,” he growls, chucking a cushion at his smirking brother. “At least I take after Father rather than dearest Mother in looks, pretty boy.”

That earns him a rude hand gesture and a scowl. “Anyway,” Regulus says forcefully. “I won’t use charms to change my appearance—they’re too easily detected and broken, even by the simplest of wards or spells. But…” He trails off, rummaging in a cupboard for a moment, and then, with a victorious sound, emerges holding a pair of glasses with delicate silver frames. He slips them onto his face, then pulls his hair from its loose tail and twists it into a messy braid falling over his shoulder.

They’re simple changes, but they’re able to highlight the differences between them. Sirius sits up straighter, taking in the way the glasses manage to entirely change Regulus’s face, and the hairstyle gives him a bookish, distracted, professorly air. With a change of clothes—good-quality robes, he thinks, maybe a little tattered, quiet colors, slightly too large—Regulus will be all but unrecognizable. Oh, there will be similarities, but there used to be a pureblood Prince family, and they intermarried with the Blacks enough to write off the resemblance as a result of typically tangled pureblood genealogy.

Regulus is giving Sirius the same look in return, but his is faintly distracted. “You, however,” he murmurs, “will need a charm or two, if only to keep from giving any of the more superstitious students a heart attack, looking like a Grim.” He trails off, muttering under his breath, his gaze absent, and Sirius realizes that this is his contemplative look. He’s no doubt running through every glamour charm he knows, cataloguing faults and weaknesses.

Such a Ravenclaw, really, Sirius thinks, and doesn’t even bother to fight the fond smile that rises. Good old Reggie, the walking encyclopedia of spells.

Then Regulus looks up at him and smiles that singularly angelic smile that means he’s about to show how he and Sirius really are related. He taps long fingers against his lips to hide the beginnings of a smirk, and murmurs, “Well, you’re the size of a bear, so there’s no way we’ll actually be able to pass you off as a normal dog, but…white, I think. Yes, white will do nicely. Maybe with a touch of tan?”

Sirius only has a moment to feel horrified before Regulus’s wand is out and moving.

“Well?” his little brother demands, sounding unnervingly like McGonagall. “Change already, we haven’t got all day.”

It’s going to be a very long year indeed.

It’s been a near age since Regulus last set foot on Hogwarts ground. He stands just outside the gates, staring up at the vast and imposing castle—strangely comforting, a home more than Grimmauld place could ever be, and he wonders if it’s like that for everyone. Perhaps only those from broken homes, if the Black family can count as such. Sirius, at least, had the Potters, but Regulus was always a distant, aloof child with few acquaintances and fewer friends. He had no one.

Unconsciously, his fingers curl into the thick fur of the beast standing at his side, higher than his waist and as big as a bear. White fur now, rather than black, but it’s still Sirius, still his brother brought back to him. Maybe everything isn’t entirely easy between them yet, but they’ve been strangers longer than they’ve been family, and they’re readjusting. Sirius whines softly and bumps against his hip, and Regulus musters up a smile for him.

“I’m fine, Siri,” he murmurs, although his fingers stay buried in pale fur. “Just…overwhelmed, a little.”

Normally he’d never admit to such a thing, but this is Hogwarts and he’s coming back and there’s absolutely nothing in the world he’s dreamed of more than destroying the Dark Lord with his brother at his side and the Light at this back. This is a step closer, the fifth out of seven, and then there’s only the snake left to find. Regulus has thrown out his net already; there are many people who owe him favors by now, with his knowledge base and skill set and Slytherin cunning, and Nagini will be found soon enough.

Just Ravenclaw’s artefact now, and then Harry. Their goal is so close, so achingly close that Regulus can almost taste it, and after sixteen unwavering years, he’s ready. Ready for a normal life, a death not at the hands of his former master, days not spent running from even the vaguest chance that Voldemort could discover him or his plans. It’s been too long.

With a huff of very un-canine impatience, Sirius shoves at him again and then heads up the road, strides sure and confident. Regulus only hesitates for a moment longer before hurrying to catch up with him, careful of his baggy robes. He hates them, if only for Sirius’s teasing at how he looks like a waifish scholar who thinks too much to eat. Not that Sirius is one to talk, really—he’s changed from looking like a Grim to looking like something out of Norse myth that’s about to devour the sun.

But Sirius is happy to be out of that dreary and rundown house, and Regulus can’t blame him. About the only good thing remaining there is Kreacher, and the elf is getting on in years. He’d been overjoyed that Regulus returned, but as much as Regulus missed him he hadn’t been able to bring himself to stay. He’d packed everything he needed in a day and headed out to Hogwarts and his new post, Sirius in tow. They’re quite a pair, really.

McGonagall meets them at the main doors, still regal and authoritative in a way Blacks can only dream of being, but she smiles faintly at Regulus. “Professor Prince,” she says. “How good to have you back. If you’ll follow me, I will show you to your chambers.”

This is happening, Regulus thinks suddenly, as his heart stutters and leaps forward into a gallop. This is real.

Professor, she called him, and that’s what he is now. No longer a nameless, fleeing face but a person, a figure of some standing, with a name and a past even if it isn’t his own.


You’re the Cutest

request: hello i was wondering if you could write a sirius x reader where they’re still in hogwarts and its their 3 year anniversary and its just fluff and cuteness ???

thanks so much for requesting!!! hope u like it! xx

You placed your Divination textbook next to you on the Gryffindor common room couch and ran your hand over your face, relieved that you had finally finished your homework. Yes, learning about looking into the future and astrology was a lot more fun than sedimentary rocks and geometry in muggle school, it was still as stressful.

You had zoned out, staring into the crackling fire and admired it. Everything was peaceful until the door swung open and tons of loud noises erupted in the room. You didn’t even have to turn your head to know who it was, nobody did in fact. You three best friends and your boyfriend sat on the couch with you or the near by chairs.

“How was your day m’lady?” Sirius, your boyfriend, asked you while wrapping his arm around our shoulder. You laid your head on his shoulder and took a deep breath.

“Good. School is annoying but what else is new.” You answered, closing your eyes and taking in his wonderful scent, you were meaning to ask him what cologne he uses.

With his free hand, he grabbed yours and started playing with your fingers, intertwining them and such. He ran his hand across your soft smaller ones and lifted it up and brought a kiss to the top of your hand before finishing those kisses on your cheeks and forehead and nose, and wherever else he could put them easily.

“Why are you so touchy-feely today?” You asked him, giggling a little and scrunching your nose up a bit in delight.

“Trust me (Y/N), it wasn’t just you. He started copping up a feel on me in the middle of Defense!” Remus exclaimed, acting serious. Sirius gave him a slight glare before laughing and throwing a pillow his way. “You better sleep with one eye open tonight, Black.”

“Shove off.” Sirius answered, rolling his eyes and flipping him off. “I need time alone with my girl.” In which your heart fluttered when he said “my girl”.

You buried your face in his shoulder and smiled against his neck.

“You’re the cutest. I’m so lucky to have you.” Sirius spoke into your hair after he laid his head on top of yours. You blushed furiously and smiled even bigger.

“Look who’s talking. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect everything.” You responded.  

“We’ll leave you two love bird alone so I can go upstairs and tell Moony and Wormtail how luscious their hair is and how hot their bodies are. So good night!” James joked, walking upstairs and the two other boys laughing behind him but following.

“Just alone time.” Sirius commented, winking at you. You laughing and shook your head.

“Every other Gryffindor is bound to come in at some point and plus, I was enjoying the cuddling.” You said, snuggling more into his side. You felt his body vibrate, indicating that he was laughing.

“Ugh, I love you. Happy three year anniversary babe.” And along with that he pulled out a small necklace with a sterling silver paw print. You smiled and held it carefully in your hand, examining it.

“This is so beautiful Sirius, thank you so much. I love you too.” You responded graciously and handed him your present which was a new watch, which he loved.

ok but why not sirius being happy

• sirius embarrassing james at his wedding by talking about all the nights they spent in the gryffindor tower listen to james talk about lily

• sirius getting way too drunk at james’ wedding and making out with remus in inappropriate places

• sirius crying tears of joy the day harry is born and when he holds him in his arms for the first time

• sirius watching remus holding baby harry in his arms and feeling his heart swell, because GOD he loves him so much

• sirius and remus lying awake late at night, tangled limbs and lazy make out sessions

• sirius waking up in the morning and looking at remus, after years he still can’t believe how lucky he is

• sirius and remus sitting in an arm chair that is way too small for the both of them while sirius listens to remus read from his favourite book to him

• sirius and remus babysitting harry so james and lily can have a nice night out

• sirius watching remus’ face light up in a smile that he has never seen before when sirius proposes to him

• sirius crying at their wedding because LOOK AT ME I MARRIED THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, HE IS MINE!!

• sirius being the happiest he has ever been when now james embarrasses him with his best man speech, talking about sirius stumbling over his own feet and walking into doors because he was busy staring at remus instead of watching where he was going

• sirius looking over to his left, seeing remus smile proudly, his eyes filled with so much love

• sirius’ heart being so full of love and joy it might just burst

sirius being happy

i made a thing of remus and sirius being all cute

winter [remus lupin]

    request: the lovely @memyselfandandrea aka the main. I’M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS AS MUCH AS YOU NOW LOVE TEEN WOLF

    warnings: none

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Originally posted by followingthewotters

Sitting upon the warm couch of the Gryffindor common room, you pulled the wool blankets closer to your chest. They scratched against your skin causing discomfort, but you disregarded the feeling as the temperature was below zero outside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was the coldest and roughest winter that the school had experienced in quite a while; outside the walls, strong winds bashed against the sides of the stone walls and heavy, white snow practically fell horizontally due to the intensity of the weather. The sheer coat of white covering the former green trees and grass seemed frightening.

Especially since your boyfriend of a year was stuck outside with the three of his friends.

Remus Lupin, the boyfriend in question, had revealed his werewolf side to you after three months of dating. It may have seemed to early for such a declaration to any other person, but Remus had known you long before you began dating and he trusted you with all his heart. However, even with the addition of being dating, Remus still worried that you would not want to be with him after such information was revealed. When Remus had told you so, you had reassured him that no matter what shape, you would still love him.

With around nine months passed, you and Remus were still going strong; you helped him recover after full moons and he helped you study for your exams. You helped stitch him up and bandage his wounds when he had a particularly rough night, and you reassured him that he was not a monster after he almost hurt one of his friends.

Usually full moons were easy: James, Sirius and Peter would take Remus out of the castle so he would not hurt anyone. You would wait back at your room, buried beneath the sheets, too anxious to fall asleep. Whenever these nights occurred, you stayed up all night, not able to fall asleep until you knew that Remus and the boys were safe. Until they arrived, you readied the any first-aid you could find and chewed your fingernails until they were raw. On most full moons, you were not this scared; usually you knew that the boys were coming back in a few hours so you did not feel the need to worry as heavily as you did now.

However, tonight was different. Tonight, the weather outside was far below freezing and you could not even see outside the windows. Snow was falling fast and heavy towards the ground and the winds were unbearable. You worried that Remus and the boys would not even make it as far as the gates before they froze to death. Taking care of Remus when he shifted would be the least of their worries with Frostbite and Hypothermia threatening to turn their fingers blue.

It had been nearly five and a half hours since they had left. It had been hours from hell; pacing, anxiety, near panic attacks and tears. When the sixth hour had nearly arrived, you feared you had created tracks in the carpet beneath you from pacing back and forth for so long. You continued to chew on your nails, not caring about the possibility of chewing them to the bone.

Once the sixth hour had passed, you were practically in tears and your face was red and blotchy. A few moments ago you had given up on pacing, choosing instead to take your place on the cushions beneath you.

They had never taken this long, the shifts would have ended by now because of the ever rising sun. Every passing minute only filled your body with more nerves than you had ever felt before. You had even begun to fear that if any other time passed, you would break down and hurt someone.

Fortunately for you, and whoever dared to approach you in such a state, Sirius barged through the door of your room. His hair was disheveled and his clothes unkempt. Even with that in mind, you were on your feet in seconds and taking Sirius into your arms. You squeezed him with all your might, the Black boy seeming like a brother to you. Sirius chuckled, wrapping his arms around you within seconds, his taut arms pulling you close to his body.

“What’s the matter, love?” he laughed, “didn’t think we’d make it back?”

You nodded softly, tears reaching your chin as they dribbled down your cheeks. Sirius chuckled once again, wiping your tears before handing you off to James who had just entered the room behind him. You hugged the male quickly before turning to face your boyfriend.

He looked battered, skin looking bruised and his lip bleeding. He looked the worst of the boys; his hair and clothing both dirty and covered in melted snow, his body shivering and multiple scratches covering his skin. You nearly wept when he managed to give you a small smile.

Leaving James’s side, you brushed past the boys with unmeasurable speed and barreled into Remus’ arms. Remus’ body sagged in relief and he brought his arms up to wrap them around your waist while yours took position upon his shoulders. You pulled him as tightly to your body as you could, trying not to sob into his shirt as it was already soaked through.

When you pulled away, Remus was still grinning, “hey, m’love. You waited for me?”

You let out a watery laugh, “Course, Rem. I’d always wait for you.”

“That’s m’girl, my sweet girl,” Remus mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face. It tickled and you giggled softly, nosing him in the neck.

“Are you alright?” You questioned, pulling away to inspect his body for injury.

“M’ fine, love. No pain,” He pulled you back into his body, squeezing you softly as he buried his nose into your hair. You returned the favor by burying your face into the layers of clothing on his chest. He smelled like the woods: musky and natural. Buried underneath it, however, was the scent of chocolate and his clothing.

When Remus looked down at your figure, he smiled happily, “You wearing my sweatshirt, darling?”

You giggled and let your body sag into Remus’ one. He pulled you tight once more and lifted you off your feet, pulling you to your bed, laughing when the boys moaned about PDA. They shuffled out of the room while Remus pulled his body over yours, letting your warmth surround him while he pulled off his soaking shirt. He left your side for a moment to change into sweats before sliding beneath you. Remus loved it when you slept on his chest because it gave him security when he knew you were within reach.

You hummed softly and let an arm descend to his chest, tracing circles on his muscles as the other reached up to pull through his messy hair. Remus nuzzled your hand before taking your waist between his fingers and sloppily placing a kiss onto your lips.

“Rem!” You giggled, pulling away, “If you’re gonna’ kiss me, might as well make it a proper one!”

Remus smiled fondly, showing his teeth before grabbing your cheek in one hand and placing his lips onto yours. He hummed when you pressed your lips back, getting lost in the euphoria of it all. He pulled you tighter, his other hand pulling your hips tight against your own.

    When he pulled away, his eyes connected with yours and for a moment it feels as though the world had stopped. Everything was slow and it seemed as if you and Remus were the only two people in the world. It sounded cliche, like something out of a romance novel, but it was true; whenever you and Remus locked eyes, it was like gravity had shifted and Remus had become the center of your world. Everything revolved around him, every word, every smile, every laugh; it was all for Remus.

The only werewolf your heart had room for.

anonymous asked:

#15 Sirius Black?

#15: “Tell me, how does it feel with my teeth in your heart?”

By the time you had caught his eyes for the third time, you figured he had been stalking you since the end of class. Instead of waiting for him to eventually come up to you, you opted to go straight to him to call him out on his bad following habits. 

“You would make a terrible assassin Sirius.” You uttered, crossing your arms. Sirius raised his brow.

“Oh (Y/n)! I didn’t see you there.” He teased, his gaze playful yet full of desire.

“Cut the crap. What do you want?” 

Sirius furrowed his brows, putting his hand upon his chest. “I was just innocently going to request your services.” He now took a step closer to you, his arm pressing against the wall, trapping you. “You were such an excellent little plaything last week.”

You covered his mouth hurriedly, looking up and down the hall to see if anyone had heard. “You moron!” You whisper-shouted, “What makes you think I’m your chew toy?” 

“Sweet cheeks, you’d do anything for me.” He purred, pinching your blushing cheeks. 

“I don’t owe you anything.” You grumbled, cursing your lusting heart. “Last week was a mistake.” 

Sirius chuckled darkly. “You didn’t seem to think so when I made you cum three times-” You cut him off with your hand once again. He simply replied by licking it. He then swooped down, the movement catching you off guard as his lips grazed your ear.

“Tell me, how does it feel with my teeth in your heart?”

He began to press himself against you fully, a cocky grin spread on his face. You snarled at him, deciding to be bold and take a hold of his clothed dick. Sirius bit his lip, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

“Horrible.” You whispered back. “But I can bite right back.” And with that you twisted your hand abruptly, making Sirius cry out. You huffed, stomping off to your dorm. Sirius watched your body disappearing from his view on a slanted angle as he hunched over his pained area. 

“Won’t let you get away that easily, love.” He whispered, collecting his breath before running after you. 

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Pairing; James x reader

Imagine; Truly being the perfect match for James, but in a way where the two of you are always challenging each other. (Pt; 1/3)

I push past the people loitering in the hallway. I expect some sort of “watch it” or “excuse you”. I feel completely done today. Emotionaly drained.

“Y/n where’s the fire?” James teases in his usual confident voice.

I freeze considering completely ignoring him, but this for some reason has sparked anger.

I slowly turn to face him. “Believe it or not everyone can’t afford to hang around and do absolutely nothing. Your "free time” is privilege James. Not everyone has Mommy and Daddy’s money to fall back on.“

Everyone falls silent at my outburst. Sirius raises his eyes in shock and Remus looks a bit worried.

James searches hard for something to say, but ends up with nothing. He isn’t sure how to react not to mention the strange feeling in his stomach and racing heart.

I roll your eyes and storm off with my racing heart. My mind races with thoughts, how could I let my emotions get the best of me.

((A/n; How do you guys feel about this point of view?))

anonymous asked:

could you write Sirius' hogwarst years through boggarts? Like first year, his boggart is being called a Black or something. And second year, when he realizes he has friends that don't care he is a Black, the boggart will have changed to like dead marauders or something.

I could dearie but do you really want it?

First year

“You are a disgrace Sirius” hissed Walburga. “Do you know who’s going to suffer for your incompetence?” she asked.

“You know it: Regulus” she replied the question herself. “Now that the actual Heir of Black house is no longer available, Regulus will take your place. But I didn’t raise him to be an heir, well now I’ll have to”

“Do you remember the things I taught you Sirius, how I taught them?” she said, Sirius flinched.

“Oh so you do, you do remember. I do take pride in being unforgettable” she took her wand out, Sirius took a few steps back without thinking.

“Now that you are gone boy, Regulus will pay for your mistakes. Didn’t think about him when you got yourself sorted into that disgusting blood traitor’s house now, did you?” she continued, Sirius was trembling under his mother’s giant figure.

“You’ll come back to this house Sirius and when you do I’ll make sure you pay for your mistake, I’ll make sure you suffer for disgracing our family name. I will-”


“Mr. Black!” said McGonagall alarmingly after she sent the Boggart where it came from. Sirius was crying uncontrollably. “There there, it was just a Boggart Mr. Black”

“Can you come with me to my office with me, please?”

“Yes, ma’am” said Sirius with a trembling voice, she sounded very calm and more motherly than Walburga ever did.

Second year

“Now that Regulus is a Slytherin, we don’t need you anymore Sirius” said Walburga. “You have those blood traitor friends to look out for you don’t you?”

“What you fail to understand is that your family would have been always there for you. You are a Black, boy. Once they realised that your blood is who you are they will leave you, too” She twirled her wand in her hand.

“Did you really believe that you would live happily ever after with your new friends and forget where you come from?” asked Walburga challengingly. “Did you really think that people would forget that you are a Black deep down?”

“They will never trust you completely Sirius, one small mistake you are bound to make and they are g–”


“Mom made me learn that spell when I was 10″ said James grinning but it faded once he was Sirius’ face. “Mate, I hope you don’t believe a word that woman–”

“That is my mother Jamie”

“I don’t give a damn who she is. I won’t ever leave you, we won’t ever leave. You can take my surname if you want to” assured James.

“Are you asking me to marry you James Potter?!” teased Sirius, suddenly he felt better.

“You git!” replied James with a wide grin on his face. “I was asking you to be my brother but I mean if you want to..”

Third Year

“This hurts so much Pads, why does it hurt so much?” said Remus curled up on the floor. He had his usual full moon scars but this time he looked worse than he usually did.

“Make it stop” begged Remus, his amber eyes burned less than they usually do, he tried to reach to Sirius but he couldn’t.

“Sirius, do something, please. Put me out of my misery” said Remus, the pain apparent in his voice. Sirius wanted to help but the more he moved, the more Remus bleed.

“Sirius–” whispered Remus, using whatever left was in his body to say his name.

“No, no Remus no. I love you no don’t leave–”


“You love me?” said Remus, gaping at Sirius.

“Uh, yes” replied Sirius, his eyes wet with tears that couldn’t escape. “You– you don’t have to say anything, don’t worry”

“You are an idiot” replied Remus as he pulled Sirius into a hug and kissed his forehead. “You really are” he smiled.

Fourth Year

“Why deny who you are Sirius?” said Sirius in the mirror standing in front of Sirius. “Why deny what you are?”

“Just because you are a Gryffindor and have friends that are not Pureblood, did you think you would become one of them?” he continued. It was a different feeling, Sirius saw himself in the mirror but the Sirius in the mirror had a mind of his own.

“Look at me Sirius, look at how different I am because I am your other half of you that knows what you are doing is ridiculous” he said. “You know deep down inside, that family is all you have. I have money, I have reputation and all you have is those three boys. A werewolf, a blood traitor and a miserable boy–”

“Peter is not miserable” shouted Sirius to the mirror.

“You keep telling yourself that. Why do you keep yourself from reaching your full potential Black? All that anger in you that you can release, why keep it to yourself? Why settle with being in a pack, when you can be a leader? Why be regular when you can be a Black?” he kept talking.

“You’ll end up alone, Sirius” he concluded. Sirius never said a word. “Alone as always, outcast as always, a menace to everyone you ever touch–”


“You bloody asshole” Sirius muttered to himself as the glass shattered and became a wind of glitter. 

Fifth Year

after the infamous prank

“Why did I trust you, Sirius?” said Remus coldly. “It took you just a few words to reveal my deepest, darkest secret”. Remus put his hand to his mouth as he did when he was thinking, he then pointed at Sirius, “I will never forgive you, I will never ever look at you the same way I did before” he said.

“You know what the worst part is? I knew this would happen long before it did. Black blood in you, you were born for this. I can’t believe I could be this daft” Remus continued, each word creating a new wound in Sirius’ skin, Sirius wanted to bleed out.

“You ruined my life when I tried so hard to make yours better. I loved you” he said condescendingly. “Don’t look at me so surprised Sirius, I loved you, in the past tense. How could you think I would ever love you again after this?”

Sirius felt his knees give away, he took his head between his hands, he wanted to rip his own skin off.

“Now you cry. Now you know what you did. Now that it’s too late Sirius. Now that I don’t care for you anymore, as you didn’t care for me. Now that–”


“Sirius! Sirius get up!” Remus shouted. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m-” pleaded Sirius.

“Sirius, it’s alright. It was just a boggart” said Remus, he was trying to get Sirius to walk, the boy wouldn’t budge.

“I don’t deserve this Remus, I don’t deserve you to be good to me”

“I’m a sucker for pain Pads, I keep coming back for more. Now get up” ordered Remus, so Sirius did.

Sixth Year

“You are so selfish Sirius” said Regulus, blood dripping from a gash on his left cheek. “How could you leave me?”

“Look at me. I SAID LOOK AT ME YOU COWARD” yelled Regulus.

Sirius was looking down, he raised his head at the last word. “I’m not a coward” he mumbled he couldn’t even convince himself. Regulus was holding he left arm in front of him, Sirius saw a dark tattoo with a snake twirling around a skull, the Dark Mark.

“Do you understand what you did to me?” asked Regulus, Sirius could hear fear in his voice. “Do you understand if I die at the hands of a Death Eater or an Auror, the blood is on your hands?”

“I never wanted this Siri, I only wanted you to stay with me. A simple request. What did you do? You left me. You selfish son of a bitch, YOU LEFT ME TO ROT” cried Regulus.

A new gash appeared on Regulus’ chest, another one on his leg, another one on his collar bone, he was bleeding severely but he wouldn’t look away from Sirius.

“No, no–” begged Sirius as he reached for his wand.

“R-riddikulus! DAMN IT! I’m sorry Reg, I’m so sorry” his hands were trembling.


Seventh Year

“Did you hear, Sirius Black betrayed the Order” whispered someone Sirius didn’t know. “The Death Eaters ambushed the Order members, there are many dead and wounded”

“Well it was bound to happen, wasn’t it? He’s a Black, after all. Isn’t his family biggest You-Know-Who supporter?” asked another person.

“Traitor” said Lily, her hands the same colour as her hair.

“You betrayed us Sirius” said Peter, he looked scared.

“We saved you, I saved you!” apparently it was James’ blood on Lily’s hands, blood was dripping from James’ stomach.

“I gave you everything I had Sirius, why? Why would you do this?” said Remus, wand pointed at Sirius’ heart.

“I- I would never.. I–” begged Sirius.


“Pads! Pads? SIRIUS!” yelled Peter with a stark white face. “It took me some time to realise that was a Boggart mate, I’m sorry”

“I- I couldn’t do anything. I froze” explained Sirius, avoiding eye contact with Peter.

“Come on, let’s get out of here Pads. You will never betray us, not you, it wouldn’t even cross my mind” said Peter with warmth in his voice as he patted Sirius on the back.


Because I seem to like to torture myself with the angst that is Remus Lupin and Sirius Black … More of Remus never thinking their relationship is meant to be and letting it ruin them.

Part one of two.

Warning: Mention of Abuse and Violence


  • He can feel how tight his knuckles are and how the skin stretches
  • Strained by the tensing of his muscles and the way his fists curl
  • He’s trying not to keep his eyes so tight
  • Reminding himself over and over and over again that this is what he wanted
  • This is what he asked for
  • And although he hadn’t pictured it
  • Hadn’t let his mind wander that far
  • He couldn’t get it out of his head anymore
  • And he was trying so hard not to break glass
  • Not to rip pages from books and tear apart the room and ram his fist off the stone wall until his knuckles bled
  • Until he hurt outside more than he hurt inside
  • But then the dorm room door slams open and he doesn’t want to punch walls
  • Doesn’t want to blindly ram his fists off things until his arms are heavy and his heart is weak and his head is weary
  • He just wants to scream
  • ‘You asked for this you know’

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spacequnari  asked:

" you don't have to be alone. "

Reyes’ eyes glowed like embers in the dying light of the fire, and the flickering shadows cast from the flames danced across his features; throwing his face half in shadow. He was as handsome as I remember him, Sirius thought, maybe even more so. 

So handsome that it hurt to look at him.

Up until now she had tried not to, just quick sneaky glances when she hoped he wouldn’t notice. But tonight, with the inky-black night wrapped tight around them and Reyes watching her so intently from across the fire, she couldn’t seem to look away. It was as though a spell had been cast over both of them, and the pretense they had been keeping up of working professionally was melting away under the starry sky and the endless stretch of barren wastes.

They were alone together, and Sirius was helplessly, hopelessly, aware of it.

It was fitting, she thought as she watched the darkness and light chase each other across the curve of his cheek and the fullness of his lips, for him to always be half in the shadows. She doubted Reyes knew how to operate without keeping his true motives concealed from the people around him.

The pain of his betrayal still stung like salt in a raw wound, and her stomach twisted with remembered humiliation; she’d laid herself bare to him, had fallen in love with him, had been honest and open with him, but Reyes had only ever given her half of himself. He was like a tarnished coin found half buried in sand; all she’d seen was the shiny side lying sun up. She’d been blind to his faults. Blind to his imperfections. Blind to everything but that which he had wanted her to see.

Reyes had successfully kept his darker side hidden from her until the damage was done and he had wormed his way into her heart.

Bitterly, Sirius made herself look away from his face and into the flames. He probably laughed at me the whole time we were together, she thought sourly, clinging to her anger when he turned his head at an especially attractive angle and caught her attention again; plainly continuing to watch her with the same intense look. All she had ever been to him was a pawn in his little power play for Kadara; a Pathfinder who was easily manipulative and susceptible to his charms.

You would have supported him anyway, a tiny voice reminded her. Even if you hadn’t fallen in love with him, you would have supported him against Sloane.

She sighed and poked at the fire with a stick. It was true, and more so was the pity. Reyes could have been honest with her and she still would have been by his side supporting him. He hadn’t need to seduce her; to use her.

Sirius’ eyes prickled with tears and she tossed the stick aside. It was too late now. Reyes could say what he liked. He could howl black and blue that it hadn’t been all lies, that he did care for her, but his actions, his lies, said otherwise. She would help him out with the Outcast rebels on Kadara who were threatening her Outpost, and then that was it.

He would never see her again.

“Thank you,” Reyes spoke softly, breaking the silence so abruptly that for a moment Sirius wasn’t even sure if he’d really spoken or if she’d imagined it. “I know you didn’t want to see me again after what happened,” he continued after a moment, “so thank you.”

She nodded stiffly, not trusting herself to speak as her throat burned with words of hurt that she yearned to hurl at him. I trusted you. I loved you. How could you? I hate you!

“I know you don’t believe me after I lied to you so often, but I meant what I said the day you left; I only lied because I was scared of losing you-”

A sharp bark of angry laughter escaped before Sirius could hold it back. “Well, that worked out great for you, didn’t it?” she snapped, curling her legs up to her chest protectively and wrapping her arms around them.

Reyes smiled sadly and looked down into the dying embers. “My biggest regret is hiding the truth from you, but at the time I thought it best.” He met her eyes again, the molten colours shifting with the flames. “I know you hate me, but I still feel the same about you as I always did. I miss you, and I don’t want to just give up on us. I tried and … I can’t. When this is over I’m going to find a way to show you how much you mean to me.”

His voice rung with the passion of his statement, and Sirius swallowed, her heart lurching at the familiar way he was watching her and at the small catch in his breath when she didn’t reply. Their eyes met across the fire and the moment seemed to stretch, longer and longer as they watched one another, until just for an instant the impossible didn’t seem so impossible. Until it seemed as though she could reach out and touch Reyes and everything would be like it was.

You don’t have to be alone anymore, the same little voice spoke up again. He’s hurting just as much as you are … .

But an animal roared in the distance and Sirius snapped back to reality. Furious at herself, she beat the futile emotion down, cramming the hope and the desperate lonely longing back inside where it belonged.

“And if it’s too late?” she asked, her nails digging into her palms, the pain helping to ground her as she waited for his reply; her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Reyes gave her a determined smile that made her poor heart hammer, and pushed himself to his feet. “I’m a romantic, Bluebird. I came 600 years and all the way to a new galaxy chasing my dreams.” He gave her a long look, something other than firelight burning in his eyes. “Besides, it’s never too late for love.”

He melted into the shadows before she could reply, and Sirius was left gaping in the flickering light staring after him. Her heart fluttered, her mouth ran dry, and her thoughts tumbled uselessly over each other as she flopped backwards into the sand and stared up into the blue-black Andromeda sky. A single thought managed to worm through her tangled brain to land with ringing clarity in her thoughts.

Reyes Vidal loved her.

Hermione had spent her young life surrounded by men, all of her friends, the people she worked with daily, all men. She thought that was why it had taken her a little longer to get into make up, to really appreciate how finding the right hue of lipstick could feel like putting on a coat of armour, if you knew exactly how to wear it.
Men responded to it, she noticed, as if they somehow believed it was for them. Like she had decided to get herself ‘dolled up’ in the hope they would notice her. Fools. If anything it was to put them on their guard, to show how she wasn’t to be messed with. It was for her.
When the change was no longer new her colleagues would talk about it in front of her, make up and their thoughts on it. Men always talked about how the appearance of women was a lie, how much could be emphasised and masked by well applied cosmetics. How the visage women presented on an introduction could be manipulated to entice, like sirens on a island shore.
No one ever spoke about how a man’s countenance was fabricated to drag you in, to make you forget yourself. How those twinkles in their eyes could make you feel like you were the only girl in the world, how they were as fake as the deep tint of the lipstick on your mouth, and would typically last about as long.
So Hermione decided to enjoy the attentions of Sirius Black, it would have been hard to deny herself, his ‘aura’ as Luna would have called it, was truly captivating. Yet her heart wasn’t likely to be touched, however much his eyes crinkled or his deep laugh tickled against her senses.
It was harmless.
—  The Man In Black - Upcoming Fic
Pale Moonlight || Sirius Black x Reader

young sirius black is my aesthetic, too ♡ ♡

warnings: none

**dont plagiarize/repost this story, reblogs are fine!!**


{i got my red dress on tonight/ dancing in the dark/ in the p a l e m o o n l i g h t}

You often liked to sneak out of your dorm when you couldn’t sleep. And having a roommate whose snoring was so loud that you could hardly hear yourself think did not help with the situation.

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okay but sirius would have done anything to get remus’ attention and sometimes he’d pretend to get hurt in the most ridiculous ways like

“that’s ketchup padfoot”

“MOO NY LOOK at this black eye james punched me in the fACE”
sirius lily will kill you if you keep using her eyeshadow”

“rem look, someone ATTACKED ME my shirt is torn and so is my hEART”
“oh you poor baby i didnt know you had a heart”

“madam pomfrey told me i only had three weeks to live”
“thank merlin i’ll be free of you soon”

“oh shit-” *trips* “moony you were supposed to cATCH ME”
“oops my bad”

(but obvs when sirius actually did get hurt remus would coddle and pamper the shit out of him tbh yup)