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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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this is a psa to wear whatever the fuck you want, friends

“What women wear. What men wear. For me it’s not a question of that. If I see a nice shirt and get told, ‘But it’s for ladies.’ I think: ‘Okaaaay? Doesn’t make me want to wear it less though.’ I think the moment you feel more comfortable with yourself, it all becomes a lot easier.”

​“What’s feminine and what’s masculine, what men are wearing and what women are wearing – it’s like there are no lines any more.” 

“Clothes are there to have fun with and experiment with and play with. What’s really exciting is that all of these lines are just kind of crumbling away. When you take away ‘There’s clothes for men and there’s clothes for women,’ once you remove any barriers, obviously you open up the arena in which you can play. It’s like anything—anytime you’re putting barriers up in your own life, you’re just limiting yourself.”

- Harry Styles

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[midnighttmarauder]

darling rae, how i’ve missed you and your beautiful writing. this is just what the doctor ordered. every time you share your writing with us, i’m in awe at how you write our boys and bring them to life with so much love. this year’s been hard, but i think i can speak for all of us and say that this just made my day brighter and warmer. i love you, and i’m sending you all the good vibes and happiness in the world 💙

Paint

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: Back from the dead to post something that is quite literally the sappy essence of this blog and also completely pointless. But hey - the world’s going to shit. Have some fluff. 

Summary: Steve picks up an old hobby.

A/N: Hey guys. It’s been a long time. 

I’ve missed you. More than I could ever say. You all have been the most wonderful, kind, caring people in the world, and I can’t thank you enough for your sweet words since I’ve taken a little break. I still won’t make any promises about the future, because everything is always so uncertain, but it feels good to be back right now. I’m getting some help now, and trying to give myself what I need. And right now, this feels like what I need. 

I hope you all enjoy this one a little, and I hope even more that you know how much I appreciate every single one of you. (Also I’m a bit rusty, so I hope you all can forgive me if this is a bit choppy or different. And to my American followers and friends - go fuckin vote.)

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Soft light cuts into fragments through sheer curtains. Scatters over flannel blankets and worn upholstery. Dusts across paint-stained, weary hands, smoothing a thousand little sunrises into pale skin. 

Ocean blue eyes track the way it moves. How it shifts and changes around him, swathing the house that has long since turned into his home in the most beautiful palette. 

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In other, more important news:

Pay attention to Nigeria💚🤍💚

[midnighttmarauder]

Atlas v for the ask thing

Atlas V: favourite theorem or concept?

i would probably say psycholanalytic theory (can you tell i’m a psych nerd lmao). i don’t agree with every aspect of Freud’s original theory, but i’m always fascinated by what it’s done in terms of helping us better understand how our subconscious impacts our conscious

thanks for asking, honey!

cool space asks!

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i’m a hoe for space, ask away friends! 💙

space asks cuz space is neat

constellations: personality

ursa major: what are the character traits that define you the most?

ursa minor: do you have hobbies or interests that no one knows about?

draco: what is the thing you like least about yourself?

lacerta: what is the thing you like most about yourself?

cepheus: do you vibe more with the term idiot, asshole or dumbass?

hercules: how are you with people? who is your favourite person?

lepus: what is your biggest flaw?

corvus: what are 5 things you appreciate about yourself?

orion: what element would you like to be able to bend?

hydra: are you the villain?

cassiopeia: take a random personality quiz on the internet and give us your result. the more obnoxious the better. 

centaurus: if you could fist fight one historical figure, which one would it be and how hard would you punch them?

gemini: which character (fictional or not) is your spirit animal?

lupus: which one do you identify more with: thoughtful idiot or thoughtless brains?

scutum: you acquire a death note. what are you going to do with it? Do you side more with the idea of Deontological Ethics or Utilitarianism?

stars: interests

aldebaran: what is your most obnoxious interest?

algol: favourite planet? favourite space object?

61 cygni: favourite time period?

castor: favourite band/artist?

pollux: draw the art cover of your favourite album/song

riegel: put your music on shuffle and give us the first five songs

betelgeuse: which video games gives you nostalgia for a place you have never been to?

agena: what is your favourite moment from a game?

deneb: you can turn one book into a movie,tv show or video game. which one are you picking?

atair: why is your favourite book, well, your favourite? do you have a favourite quote from it?

prokyon: grab the nearest book, to to page 145 and give us the first sentence.

acrux: where and when do you like to read the most?

spica: when do you consider a movie “good”?

antares: think of a movie which means a lot to you, now describe the first scene that comes into your mind!

proxima centauri: if you would have the chance to travel the world, which places or countries would you like to see?

algol: you have to assassinate someone. which weapon do you choose?

mimosa: what do you associate with your favourite colour?

sirius a/b: what’s your favourite sound and smell?

space objects: experiences

quasar: do you feel alone?

pulsar: when do you feel truly alive?

wormhole: what is the shadiest/most illegal thing you have ever done?

black hole: what has hurt you in the past that you don’t want others to go through?

white dwarf: post a picture or video from your favourite trip!

nebula: what is an experience you would rather forget about?

star cluster: what is something you have gained, something you have lost and something you let go of during the past year?

planet: have you ever lost something important, such as your passport, keys or a phone?

moon: “A man is made of memories. It is all we are.“ (Lawrence) what do you think this means? Do you agree?

comet: you have the chance to undo one thing or decision in your life, would you take it? If you are comfortable sharing: what did you change?

asteroid: have you ever lost a friend? do you wish you would still be friends?

meteor: have you ever eaten dirt? if yes: on a scale from 0 to 10 would you do it again?

rocketry: academia

saturn v: what are you currently studying/what do you wish to study?

delta iv heavy: what is your favourite thing about your degree course?

heavy falcon: what is a subject you are highly interested in but you would never study yourself?

sea dragon: if money, admissions and other factors would not be a problem, where and what would you like to study?

atlas v: favourite theorem or concept?

soyuz: language(s) you would like to learn?

MECO: how do you take notes?

SECO: what are your essentials for studying and note taking?

RCS: how do you stay focused and productive?

RP-1: favourite classes or subjects you took or are taking?

gas-generator cycle: what are the topics you like learning about the most?

partial-flow staged combustion cycle: what are the topics that interest you the least?

full-flow staged combustion cycle: your biggest student-sin? as in something you feel guilty about? 

RS-25: what do you carry in your backpack?

RD-270: Do you need silence to study? or do you like to listen to music? if so, what is your go-to study-playlist?

Merlin: what does your study-space look like?

Raptor: do you study at home or do you prefer to study at the library/in cafés?

F-1: this is a free one. ask any question you’d like

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i’m in love with this list!! thank you so much for including me, lovely 🥺💙

My fav fics!

OH MY GOD this is official: you’re 400 little penguins to follow me and that’s the most incredible thing! 

I don’t want to go all sappy but I still need to thank you, each one of you, because you all make me so happy words cannot describe how much I love you all. I wanted to do something because I want to give you back all the love you bring me, and that’s what I’m going to do right now with this list of my favourite fics!

Just a little disclaimer: there are a lot of fics but not for all characters! I only read for the Marauders, the Weasleys and sometimes Harry and Neville. You won’t find any Draco fic here for example, but I hope you’ll still enjoy this list! You should totally go and check all these amazing writers’ fics (but no pression of course!) Oh, and most of these are angsty af.

The fun begins just under the cut!

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tags: @evyiione @quokkatrash @accio-rogers @meteora-fc @dreamer821 @imboredandneedalife @coldlilheart

Sharp Edges

Pairing: Draco x reader 

Summary: Draco is beyond grateful for reader, who is the only good, pure thing in his life.

Warnings: none

A/N: it gets a little angsty at the end because i couldn’t resist…sorry in advance.

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Draco was all sharp edges. Everything down to the cut of his jaw was precise, honed. He was honest to a fault, intimidating without meaning to be, didn’t believe in sugar coating. He was his father’s loveless words, the quick smacks to the back of his head when no one was looking. It was rare to find him with a hair out of place, and his piercing gaze made many who managed to catch his eye weak in the knees.

But he only cared about you.

Where Draco was sharp, you were soft. Brushes of smooth skin against his calloused palms. Whispered giggles in the dark and an affinity for oversized threadbare jumpers – you wore his clothes more than you wore your own. It was you that Draco went to when his own sharp edges threatened to tear him apart. You who wrapped him in your arms and blanketed him away.

He found you in the courtyard on one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. He’d received a letter from home that had put him on the verge of tears for the better half of the morning. In potions, he’d added just a milligram too much of fluxweed, which had caused his potion to explode – Snape called him an idiot and made him clean it up without magic. To top it all off, he was so miserable during quidditch practice that the captain had threatened to kick him off the team and told him to go mope elsewhere.

You were wearing his jumper, Draco realized with a leap of his heart as he trudged towards you. It was an old quidditch quarter zip from fourth year that he had grown out of after a sudden growth spurt, but it was perfectly oversized for you. The jumper was so worn that one of the sleeves had an elbow patch and the threads were starting to pull out of the bottom. You had the sleeves pulled over your hands as you clutched a textbook. Herbology, maybe. Or maybe divination, judging by the way you furrowed your brows.

Draco couldn’t help but smile when you looked up, squinting into the setting sun as you heard him approaching. You sent him back a toothy grin and didn’t protest when he flopped into the grass and put his head on your lap. One of your hands immediately went to rest in his hair as you propped your textbook open on his chest. He knew it was divination.

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Sharp Edges

Pairing: Draco x reader 

Summary: Draco is beyond grateful for reader, who is the only good, pure thing in his life.

Warnings: none

A/N: it gets a little angsty at the end because i couldn’t resist...sorry in advance.

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Draco was all sharp edges. Everything down to the cut of his jaw was precise, honed. He was honest to a fault, intimidating without meaning to be, didn’t believe in sugar coating. He was his father’s loveless words, the quick smacks to the back of his head when no one was looking. It was rare to find him with a hair out of place, and his piercing gaze made many who managed to catch his eye weak in the knees.

But he only cared about you.

Where Draco was sharp, you were soft. Brushes of smooth skin against his calloused palms. Whispered giggles in the dark and an affinity for oversized threadbare jumpers – you wore his clothes more than you wore your own. It was you that Draco went to when his own sharp edges threatened to tear him apart. You who wrapped him in your arms and blanketed him away.

He found you in the courtyard on one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. He’d received a letter from home that had put him on the verge of tears for the better half of the morning. In potions, he’d added just a milligram too much of fluxweed, which had caused his potion to explode – Snape called him an idiot and made him clean it up without magic. To top it all off, he was so miserable during quidditch practice that the captain had threatened to kick him off the team and told him to go mope elsewhere.

You were wearing his jumper, Draco realized with a leap of his heart as he trudged towards you. It was an old quidditch quarter zip from fourth year that he had grown out of after a sudden growth spurt, but it was perfectly oversized for you. The jumper was so worn that one of the sleeves had an elbow patch and the threads were starting to pull out of the bottom. You had the sleeves pulled over your hands as you clutched a textbook. Herbology, maybe. Or maybe divination, judging by the way you furrowed your brows.

Draco couldn’t help but smile when you looked up, squinting into the setting sun as you heard him approaching. You sent him back a toothy grin and didn’t protest when he flopped into the grass and put his head on your lap. One of your hands immediately went to rest in his hair as you propped your textbook open on his chest. He knew it was divination.

“How was your day?” you asked. Draco sighed and closed his eyes, letting his shoulders relax against your legs.

“Horrible,” he replied.

“Wanna talk about it?” you muttered.

“Maybe later. Just…distract me with what you’re reading,” he suggested.

“But it’s divination. You don’t even like it,” you said.

“I’ll like it because you’re reading it. Tell me what nonsense Trelawney has you lot studying this week,” Draco replied. You tugged lightly on one of the strands at the base of his hairline.

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken this class again. None of this makes any sense. This chapter’s about crystal balls and dream interpretation. It’s all a bunch of guesswork, if you ask me,” you said.

“Read it to me,” Draco muttered. He was already feeling lighter as your hands traced through his hair and across his forehead. It was like you were wiping the stress of the day away with every brush of your fingertips.

“Dream interpretation is a method of divination that involves the analysis of dreams to better understand one’s subconscious and its desires. Dreams hold important information that can be used to predict the future. These prophecies often come in the form of riddles or symbols. For example, if one dreams about a loved one or themselves dying a horrible death, it usually means that they will either receive a gift or live a long prosperous life. How does that make any sense?” you read.

“Here’s what I think. I think Trelawney and the git who wrote this textbook are both off their rockers. Dreams can’t predict anything any better than soggy tea leaves can,” Draco said. You laughed as he shut your textbook and pushed it onto the grass. “I have a prediction for you. It’s come to me suddenly, in a vision.”

“Hmm, and what’s that?” you hummed.

“I predict that I will receive a kiss from a beautiful maiden, cloaked in green and sitting under the sun,” he said.

“You’re cheesy,” you muttered as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his. Draco reached a hand up and cradled the back of your neck as you pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. The sun cast a golden halo around your hair, and Draco thought that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, even if he was looking at you upside down.

“I love you. Y’know that?” he whispered.

“I know. I love you, too,” you replied. You pulled back with furrowed brows and brushed his hair away from his eyes. “What’s all this about?”

“I just…really love you. You’re the best thing in my life,” he said.

“Draco,” you began. He turned over suddenly and lifted himself to sit cross-legged in front of you. He took your hands in his and set them in his lap, running his thumb across the smooth skin of your knuckles.

“It’s true. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you. You’re so pure, so good, so kind and selfless. I’m so grateful, every day, that you love me. You make me want to be better, Y/N,” Draco said. You cupped his jaw and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. His cheeks burned crimson beneath your fingers.

“And I’m grateful that you chose me to love. You’re worth so much more than you know, Draco,” you muttered. Silver lined Draco’s eyes as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin. He pressed a kiss to your hair and rocked you gently back and forth, thanking whoever was listening for bringing you into his life.

When Draco’s father forced him to get the dark mark, it was you he was thinking of when he refused. You who kept him from doing anything stupid when his father told him that he didn’t have a choice if he wanted to live. He thought of you when the mark was burned into his skin – the sound of your laugh, your lazy smile in the morning before you were fully awake, the love in your eyes every time you looked at him.

And when he showed you the dark mark, it was you who cried for him. For the boy you loved and the life that he could have had. It was you who held him when he finally fell apart, and you who stitched him back together. Draco was grateful for you long before you had even fallen in love. But nothing compared to the gratitude and love he felt when you kissed the mark on his forearm and promised him that he would get through it as the two of you had been through everything else – together.

[midnighttmarauder]

Hiiii, could you do a Draco Malfoy x reader where he's so grateful for her because she's so soft and cute, and the only good, pure thing in his life? I hope it makes sense, thank you💕

heyyy, it’s going up for you now! thank you for requesting and being so patient! hope you enjoy :)

-clair xx

[midnighttmarauder]

thank you so much for including me in a list of such talented writers 🥺💙

sirius black fic library

headcanons

Dating Sirius Black and what it meant for you - @approved-by-dentists

popular! reader - @jamesmydeer

random - @jamesmydeer

Give me Sirius Black and a Slytherin - @ssserpensortiaaa

being in love with sirius black would include - @unfortunatelysirius

Dating Sirius Black would include - @sirius

Sirius Being Soft and Adoring - @firewhisky-kisses

Being Sirius Black’s Daughter… - @fandom-puff

Sleepy Padfoot - @pregnant-piggy

First Time - @firewhisky-kisses

Dating Sirius Black Would Involve - @oneshots-imagines-and-that

one shots

Burning Red - @gobletofweasleys

My Girl - @wizardwritings

not a date - @jamesmydeer

Love Potion - @dragonologist-in-the-making

Borrowed Sweaters, Stolen Kisses - @wizardwritings

My Love, My Soulmate - @iliveiloveiwrite

Jealousy - @with1love1anu

The risk of love - @with1love1anu

Snowflakes - @with1love1anu

Quills and ink - @with1love1anu

The bet - @with1love1anu

secrets and fears - @firewhisky-kisses

Our Godson - @nebulablakemurphy

Lost Time - @obsessedwithrandomthings

First Date - @im-a-writer-right

All Alone - @rainandhotchocolate

Golden Couple - @rainandhotchocolate

Dinner Party - @rainandhotchocolate

About What I Said Last Night - @rainandhotchocolate

skinny love - @blisfvll

say it back - @blisfvll

Figuring Us Out - @leahstypewriter

Snowflakes - @padfootagain

Mistletoe - @padfootagain

Dark Rain - @padfootagain

Back To Life - @padfootagain

Our little secret - @pregnant-piggy

50+ Reasons - @princesse-de-ravenclaw

The Five Times Sirius Felt Time Stop - @wizardwritings

mine - @thoseofgreatambition

Would You Be So Kind? - @beskarjedi

Smirk - @marauder-exe

Class - @futurewriter2000

Penny for your thoughts - @futurewriter2000

Possibilites - @breanime

Oblivious - @breanime

Make It Bright - @breanime

Other Half - @obsessedwithrandomthings

Sinking Sun - @peachesandpinks

Surprises - @peachesandpinks

found family - @firewhisky-kisses

Baby, I’m Yours - @theweasleysredhair

The Worst Wingman - @theweasleysredhair

Studying - @theweasleysredhair

Insecure - @theweasleysredhair

I Always Was - @theweasleysredhair

So Close - @theweasleysredhair

Just A Natural Fact - @iliveiloveiwrite

where all the good things are - @wondernimbus

What We Deserve - @hermioneshandbag

No Offense - @hermioneshandbag

A Valuable Part of Education - @hermioneshandbag

Second Star to the Right - @hermioneshandbag

Meant To Be - @hermioneshandbag

Don’t You Mind? - @hermioneshandbag

Truth or Spin the Bottle - @hermioneshandbag

Serendipity - @hermioneshandbag

I See You - @hermioneshandbag

object of affection - @yourssuccubus

Girl On The Go - @slytherinwriter618

Stains and Smudges - @sweeter-than-strawberries

Truth or Dare - @theweasleysredhair

Saved You - @im-a-writer-right

Mixtape - @iliveiloveiwrite

Green as the Ring - @isolemnlyswearpevensie

Something Happened - @nebulablakemurphy

a drop in the ocean - @wondernimbus

Deserving Better - @iliveiloveiwrite

Memories - @iliveiloveiwrite

Time Away - @iliveiloveiwrite

Put a Little Love on Me - @iliveiloveiwrite

Take me to your river - @iliveiloveiwrite

Come What May - @iliveiloveiwrite

golden snitch - @firewhisky-kisses

Space that he already had - @heloisedaphnebrightmore

Misunderstood feelings - @heloisedaphnebrightmore

fear - @maraudersmap123 

More Than Perfect - @ghostofstudentspast

What Could Have Been - @gobletofweasleys

I’m fine - @marveliskindacool

Like Tomorrow Won’t Arrive - @beskarjedi

waking up slow - @angelinathebook

Beside Me - @iliveiloveiwrite

overworked - @midnighttmarauder

smile - @midnighttmarauder

healing - @fandomlit

Stories and Scratches - @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon

He isn’t Beautiful - @approved-by-dentists

soon - @iliveiloveiwrite

series

The Best Liar (1)  The Best Ass (2)  The Best Baked Potato (3) - @skeletonwoman

Blackout - @rainandhotchocolate  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5  part 6  part 7  part 8  part 9  part 10  part 11  part 12  *in progress

Marbles - @rainandhotchocolate  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5  part 6

The Fox and the Hound - @siriuslystargazing  *in progress

Heartbeat - @wreckofawriter  part 2

Just North of Paradise - @approved-by-dentists  *in progress

Doubtful - @mischievousmoony

Bad Terms - @slytherinquill

not your girlfriend - @unfortunatelysirius  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5  part 6  part 7  part 8  part 9  part 10  part 11  part 12  part 13  part 14  

Oh Shit - @im-a-writer-right  part 2

Player - @blisfvll  *in progress

All The While - @hermioneshandbag  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5  part 6  part 7  part 8  part 9  part 10  part 11  part 12

The Jimmy Jab Games - @im-a-writer-right

Truth Under Moonlight - @approved-by-dentists

The Sunrise - @accio-infinity-stone  

“I love you more than the sky and the ground but I can’t do this anymore.” - @hello-everyfandom  “No, it’s over. She ended it.”  “For a moment, listen silently, what does your heart say?”

“Sirius loves all the attention.” - @hello-everyfandom  “Everything between us is a moment.”

Love in the Order - @heloisedaphnebrightmore

Tell A Tale of You and Me - @omgrachwrites

Cursed - @pregnant-piggy

Home Is A Person - @approved-by-dentists

Hate That I Want You - @draqcnheartstrinq  *not complete

Somnium - @fortisfiliae

[midnighttmarauder]

thank you so much for reading, honey! ❤️

Canis Major

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader

Summary: Reader is the only girl in school who seems to be able to keep up with Sirius’ flirting. When Sirius finds her stargazing one night, they find out that they have more in common than just their charm.

Warnings: none

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Sirius didn’t know much about you. You were a mystery, not only to him, but to everyone at Hogwarts. All he knew was that you were a Slytherin, beyond beautiful, and witty enough to keep up with his flirty banter. It seemed as if every student knew your name and went out of their way to greet you in the halls. You were edgy, badass, and yet they all respected you. Sirius had once heard a third year gloating to his friends that you had smiled at him in the library.

You liked Sirius, even if you didn’t know much about him either. Your friends were notorious gossips, and they liked to share the rumours that milled about the school. Some of them were downright ridiculous, like the time that Sirius had allegedly fought off a grindylow in the Black Lake during a midnight swim. Others were more believable, like his affinity for peanut butter dog treats (though he adamantly denied it). Even though you often saw his brother Regulus around your common room, he never engaged in the gossip. In fact, unlike Sirius, he didn’t say much at all.

Sirius was a serial flirt. He flirted with every girl in your year, and sometimes it wasn’t even on purpose. He just couldn’t help being “naturally charming and irresistible”, as he had once told you. You didn’t mind the flirty banter. It was fun and kept you on your toes. And although you would never admit it, your stomach gave a strange flutter every time he looked your way.

Weiterlesen

[midnighttmarauder]

thank you for reading, honey!! i’m glad you had as much fun reading as i did writing it ❤️

Canis Major

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader

Summary: Reader is the only girl in school who seems to be able to keep up with Sirius’ flirting. When Sirius finds her stargazing one night, they find out that they have more in common than just their charm.

Warnings: none

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Sirius didn’t know much about you. You were a mystery, not only to him, but to everyone at Hogwarts. All he knew was that you were a Slytherin, beyond beautiful, and witty enough to keep up with his flirty banter. It seemed as if every student knew your name and went out of their way to greet you in the halls. You were edgy, badass, and yet they all respected you. Sirius had once heard a third year gloating to his friends that you had smiled at him in the library.

You liked Sirius, even if you didn’t know much about him either. Your friends were notorious gossips, and they liked to share the rumours that milled about the school. Some of them were downright ridiculous, like the time that Sirius had allegedly fought off a grindylow in the Black Lake during a midnight swim. Others were more believable, like his affinity for peanut butter dog treats (though he adamantly denied it). Even though you often saw his brother Regulus around your common room, he never engaged in the gossip. In fact, unlike Sirius, he didn’t say much at all.

Sirius was a serial flirt. He flirted with every girl in your year, and sometimes it wasn’t even on purpose. He just couldn’t help being “naturally charming and irresistible”, as he had once told you. You didn’t mind the flirty banter. It was fun and kept you on your toes. And although you would never admit it, your stomach gave a strange flutter every time he looked your way.

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Canis Major

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader

Summary: Reader is the only girl in school who seems to be able to keep up with Sirius’ flirting. When Sirius finds her stargazing one night, they find out that they have more in common than just their charm.

Warnings: none

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Sirius didn’t know much about you. You were a mystery, not only to him, but to everyone at Hogwarts. All he knew was that you were a Slytherin, beyond beautiful, and witty enough to keep up with his flirty banter. It seemed as if every student knew your name and went out of their way to greet you in the halls. You were edgy, badass, and yet they all respected you. Sirius had once heard a third year gloating to his friends that you had smiled at him in the library.

You liked Sirius, even if you didn’t know much about him either. Your friends were notorious gossips, and they liked to share the rumours that milled about the school. Some of them were downright ridiculous, like the time that Sirius had allegedly fought off a grindylow in the Black Lake during a midnight swim. Others were more believable, like his affinity for peanut butter dog treats (though he adamantly denied it). Even though you often saw his brother Regulus around your common room, he never engaged in the gossip. In fact, unlike Sirius, he didn’t say much at all.

Sirius was a serial flirt. He flirted with every girl in your year, and sometimes it wasn’t even on purpose. He just couldn’t help being “naturally charming and irresistible”, as he had once told you. You didn’t mind the flirty banter. It was fun and kept you on your toes. And although you would never admit it, your stomach gave a strange flutter every time he looked your way.

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Omg yayyy! can I ask you to write a Sirius x reader where she's an edgy slytherin girl, like super popular and sexy, and Sirius and her are always flirting, but then they bond over sth simple like idk watching the stars. Is it too specific? im sorry, i love you

hey nonnie, it just went up for you! don’t worry, no request is ever too specific -  the more specific, the better! i love you too honey, and i hope you enjoy!

-clair xx

[midnighttmarauder]

Canis Major

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader

Summary: Reader is the only girl in school who seems to be able to keep up with Sirius’ flirting. When Sirius finds her stargazing one night, they find out that they have more in common than just their charm.

Warnings: none

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Sirius didn’t know much about you. You were a mystery, not only to him, but to everyone at Hogwarts. All he knew was that you were a Slytherin, beyond beautiful, and witty enough to keep up with his flirty banter. It seemed as if every student knew your name and went out of their way to greet you in the halls. You were edgy, badass, and yet they all respected you. Sirius had once heard a third year gloating to his friends that you had smiled at him in the library.

You liked Sirius, even if you didn’t know much about him either. Your friends were notorious gossips, and they liked to share the rumours that milled about the school. Some of them were downright ridiculous, like the time that Sirius had allegedly fought off a grindylow in the Black Lake during a midnight swim. Others were more believable, like his affinity for peanut butter dog treats (though he adamantly denied it). Even though you often saw his brother Regulus around your common room, he never engaged in the gossip. In fact, unlike Sirius, he didn’t say much at all.

Sirius was a serial flirt. He flirted with every girl in your year, and sometimes it wasn’t even on purpose. He just couldn’t help being “naturally charming and irresistible”, as he had once told you. You didn’t mind the flirty banter. It was fun and kept you on your toes. And although you would never admit it, your stomach gave a strange flutter every time he looked your way.

“Today must be my lucky day,” Sirius said as he slid into the seat beside you.

“And why is that?” you asked.

“Because the only thing that could make me actually like this class is an empty seat beside the most beautiful girl in our year,” he replied, slinging his arm over the back of your chair.

“Binns is rather boring. Not to mention his voice is torture to listen to. But yours, I could listen to all day,” you said. The corner of Sirius’ lip lifted into a smirk as he ran his tongue across his teeth. He leaned in closer, his nose inches from your own, and you suddenly found it hard to think about anything but how badly you wanted to close the distance between you.

“Could you, love?” he muttered lowly. You willed yourself not to sound as breathless as you felt.

“Mhm. Your voice is smooth, like treacle. You don’t drone on like Binns. You actually speak with feeling. I bet that you could convince anyone to do anything because you sound so passionate all the time. And I’m sure your voice is wonderful in the morning,” you replied. Sirius’ pupils dilated as his gaze darted to your lips.

“Why don’t you find out?” he asked.

“You wish, Black,” you said, forcing yourself to pull away from his warmth with a wicked smile. Sirius laughed and dropped his head, shaking it slightly before he turned to face the front of the classroom. Professor Binns had floated to the chalkboard and was writing a series of dates.

“Maybe I do,” he whispered. You were just thinking of a witty comeback when Professor Binns began droning about the goblin wars.

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The cool grass beneath you tickled your neck as you peered up at the starry sky. It was a warm night, warmer than it had been in a long time. An occasional breeze ruffled the trees in the Forbidden Forest. You sighed and crossed your ankles, allowing the sound to push away the troubles of the day. The Gryffindor quidditch team was practicing late that night, and you smiled smugly to yourself at the thought that it was probably because they had lost to Slytherin the week before. You could hear them faintly in the distance, but it was oddly soothing to know that you weren’t completely alone.

You never cared how much time you spent under the stars. There were nights that you would lie on the grass until the sun began to rise and the stars would disappear. On other nights, you would only stay until your eyelids drooped. But that night, you didn’t feel tired. Not when the thought of Sirius’ ridiculously handsome face so close to yours made your heart jump every time it crossed your mind.

A shooting star flew across the night sky as footsteps sounded in the grass behind you. You barely noticed them as your eyes traced the star, stopping only when it disappeared in the light of the moon.

“Did you see that?” Sirius asked. You jumped and pushed yourself up on your elbows, twisting your neck to look up at him.

“It’s rude to sneak up on people,” you replied. Sirius shot you an apologetic smile.

“I thought you’d have heard me. Or at least the team heading back inside. They’re a rowdy bunch,” he said as he jutted his chin at his teammates making their way back to the castle. You shrugged and lay back again, crossing your arms behind your head.

“Guess I was lost in thought,” you replied. Sirius, you supposed, took that as an invitation and lay beside you, his arm brushing against yours. He smelled like pine and the night air, and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. “To answer your question, I did see the shooting star. Second one tonight.”

“Really? Must have missed the other one,” Sirius said.

“You were flying around at practice. I wouldn’t expect you to have seen it, or else you’d be a rubbish beater who keeps his eyes on the sky instead of on the bludgers,” you teased.

“Oh, so you’re keeping track of my whereabouts now, are you?” Sirius asked. A flare of heat shot into your face.

“Maybe. But how did you know I was out here? Keeping track of mine too?” you replied.

“’Course I am. Gotta keep my eye on the prize,” he said.

“I think you’re keeping your eye on the wrong prize. If I recall correctly, you were nearly hit by a stray bludger last week. One that you were supposed to beat away,” you said.

“To be fair, I was distracted by someone in the Slytherin stands. She was just so beautiful that I lost my focus. Maybe you know her. She’s got Y/H/C hair, she’s around your height, absolutely gorgeous. We have history of magic together. I’ve heard rumours that she likes to stargaze too,” Sirius replied. You laughed and rolled your eyes, though you knew he couldn’t see your face.

“I think I know her,” you muttered.

“I like to stargaze too, y’know. Cliché because my name comes from a constellation, I know, but I’ve always enjoyed it,” Sirius said.

“You’re not just saying that to try to impress me, are you?” you asked.

“You really think that was me trying to impress you? Oh love, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Sirius replied.

“Cocky git,” you muttered.

“I believe it’s called confidence,” Sirius retorted. You both laughed, the sound washing over you as a cool breeze raised goosebumps on your arms. As the moon travelled across the sky, the night grew colder, and you found yourself leaning into Sirius’ warmth. He didn’t seem to notice as you pressed your arm against his, the heat from his body seeping into your skin. Or if he noticed, he didn’t seem to mind.

“I try to come out here as much as I can while we’re at school. I live in London, so I barely get to see the stars back home. There are too many lights. But up here, I feel like I can see right into space. It puts things into perspective, y’know? When you think about it, your problems seem so small compared to this big world we live in. It’s stupid, but the stars are one of the only things that really make me feel safe,” you said. Sirius rolled onto his side to look at you and braced himself on his elbow.

“It’s not stupid. It’s quite beautiful, actually,” Sirius muttered. You felt his gaze burning into the side of your face.

“You think so?” you asked. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes, so you stared down at the scuffed toes of your shoes as you swung your ankles side to side.

“Yeah. I mean, I never thought about it that way. I can’t see the stars from my parent’s place either, but I never really cared. I guess I’ve been taking them for granted all these years,” he replied.

“Well, I’m glad I could share some of my endless wisdom,” you teased.

“You must know where all of the constellations are. Where’s mine?” Sirius asked.

“I’m disappointed that you don’t know that. Guess,” you replied.

“Fine,” Sirius said. He turned away to lie flat on his back and took a moment to observe the sky. You couldn’t help but watch him, the stars reflected in his eyes making the grey come alive. “Aha, there.” Sirius pointed at a star just below the moon.

“Nope,” you said, knocking his arm away and pointing at the Canis Major constellation. “See, that’s Canis Major over there and Sirius is right at the top. It’s the brightest star in the whole sky. But I can see why you thought that other one was Sirius. It is pretty bright, isn’t it?”

But when you rolled your head across the grass to look over at Sirius, he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at you. There was something soft in his gaze that you had never seen before.

“What?” you whispered.

“All of these stars, yet you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Sirius muttered.

“Oh, please, I know you’ve got better lines than that. You’re just being cheesy,” you said.

“I’m not. It’s the truth. I know we flirt all the time, and it’s not supposed to mean anything, but I mean it. I’ve meant all of it,” Sirius replied.

“Sirius-” You stopped as he sat up, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his elbows on his legs.

“I like you, Y/N. More than I’ve ever liked anyone. You’re special,” he said. You moved to sit beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. He leaned his head against yours as you reached to entwine your fingers with his.

“You’re special to me too,” you muttered.

“You’re not just saying that to try to impress me, are you?” he asked. Your laugh echoed into the night.

“Oh love, you haven’t seen anything yet.”