#Sirius Black x neutral reader

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Hii! I love your work SO MUCH but i'm not really sure if you're taking requests. Yet i'm here asking if you'd be comfortable to write a marauders or wolf star or any of the ships with reader who has epilepsy? and how they comfort reader after a seizure? i've always wondered what they'd do after my episodes. Feel free to delete this one if jts not your thing and have a great week ahead!!!

thanks for your request, sweetheart! do forgive me if there are any inaccuracies in my depiction of epilepsy as I'm not super well-versed in the subject other than what to do in a first-aid setting! google don't fail me now 😩

poly!maraudres x gn!reader who has epilepsy

CW: depiction of a seizure, anxiety, loss of consciousness, hurt/comfort, Sirius' cooking

You could hear voices murmuring around you - perhaps stationed somewhere above you - though you weren’t currently confident in your spatial awareness. You couldn’t make out what the voices were saying, but you could tell that they were nice; that the voices were lovely.

Or perhaps there wasn’t any voices at all, perhaps it was just a presence; perhaps it was just a lovely presence. Either way, you were sure you felt grateful for it. 

“Easy dove, there you are.” You heard whispered as a breath was forcefully exhaled from your lungs. “There you are, you’re alright sweetheart. You can stop the timer, Pads.” 

You hadn’t realised you had started crying until someone was shushing you and wiping tears away from your cheeks. 

“Remus’ll be right back, angel; he just went to get you some water.” A voice explained from above you; James, it was James’ voice. 

It was James’ voice and you were on the floor; how had you ended up on the floor?

You were having dinner; Sirius had made dinner for you all - roast chicken and potatoes. It was supposed to be roast chicken, potatoes, and broccolini, but he had burnt the broccolini. 

It had been a lovely meal until it wasn’t; it had been a lovely meal until your mouth started to taste like metal. 

“You feeling alright, sweets?” Sirius had asked when you abruptly stopped talking and set your fork down beside your plate.

You were upset - and perhaps a little scared, though this certainly wasn’t anything new - and you hadn’t been ready to admit what you thought was about to happen; not right then, not aloud. 

You simply shook your head no. 

“Is it Pads’ cooking? Because we can order take away.” James had offered in jest, only cluing in that something was wrong when Remus gently nudged James’ elbow with his knuckles.

“Seizure?” Remus asked simply.

You squeezed your eyes shut - in embarrassment or fear, you weren’t entirely sure - and nodded your head yes.

It was like a switch was flipped and they all fell into business mode.

“I’ll go move the coffee table.” Sirius proclaimed as he hurried from the table towards the living room and James was at your side to help you up.

“I’m sorry.” You gritted out miserably, earning you a sad sigh from James who was all but carrying you into the next room.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

And you could only trust that this was true as your consciousness began to fade just as your body was lowered onto the carpeted floor. 

It had been a seizure, you had a seizure. 

“Hey dovey.” You heard above you; a slight breeze prickling your skin alerting you to the fact that Remus had just returned.

A spike of worry surged through your core as you let out a few quick breaths. “Rem.” You sobbed.

The sound of something being set down on the coffee table, James shifting away from you to make room for Remus, and two strong hands cupping each side of your face.

“I’m right here, love. Can you open your eyes for me?” He murmured softly, rubbing at your cheekbones with his thumbs. 

A few quick puffs of hair left your lips again, but you were distracted from your panic as you felt gentle fingers press into your calves. 

“You’re alright, we’ve got you. Open your eyes, dovey.” 

You tried to take in a deep breath as you relented; opening your eyes to have your vision swimming with the sad smile of Remus. “There you are; you’re alright.” He promised you. 

“Anything sore?” Sirius asked uncharacteristically quietly for your arguably most boisterous boyfriend as he continued tracing soothing circles on your Achilles tendon. 

“I don- I don’t think so.” You whispered through a hiccup.

You heard James whimper in sympathy as his hand appeared on Sirius’ shoulder. 

“D’you think you can manage a shower or bath?” Remus asked then, encouraging your eyes back to his as he seemed to survey your face. 

You considered the welcoming warmth of a bath or shower, but your stomach seemed to roll at the thought of doing anything other than laying down for the next foreseeable future.

Your face seemed to give away your decision as Remus sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Cuddles it is then, hm?” 

James was suddenly behind you pressing an upside down kiss to your forehead before he was encouraging your shoulders upwards into a seated position.

“Water,” Remus started as he placed the glass into your hand. “And paracetamol.” 

You took the tablet (as a preemptive solution for a potential headache) and drank the glass of water dutifully earning you two more forehead kisses by Remus and James and a squeeze of your foot by Sirius before James was helping you up and ushering you to the bedroom. 

Time seemed to move oddly as someone helped you change into a pair of pyjamas and ease you under the covers of the bed.

“Jamie and I will clean up, m’love; you cooked.” Remus murmured quietly to Sirius who seemed painfully uncomfortable as his eyes darted nervously between you and Remus.

“I think it should be you who stays, Rem.”

James sighed as he rested his hand on the juncture of Sirius’ neck and rubbed at the column of his throat with his thumb. “You know Y/N gets anxious after a seizure, Pads; just like Moony is always the first name you call out after a nightmare, yeah?”

“Siri.” You whimpered; your voice sounding particularly pathetic even to your own ears.

The three boys seemed surprised by your voice, clearly under the impression you’d fallen asleep during their quiet deliberation.

“Jamie and I will clean, Sirius. You’re in charge of snuggle duty.” Remus repeated. And while some apprehension was still obvious in his face, he seemed to concede to your grabby hand and Remus’ imploring gaze.

The two boys left the room as Sirius carefully slid in under the covers beside you.

Out of all of your boyfriends, Sirius was often left the most upset by your episodes; when he felt strong emotions (such as fear or worry), he tended to shut down.

“I ruined dinner.” You pouted as Sirius pulled you into his chest.

He let out a teasing scoff with only half the amount of humour he usually carried. “I ruined dinner by offering to cook, sweetness.” 

“You guys didn’t even get to finish eating.” You carried on, tears painfully obvious in your voice which made even more tears well up in your eyes simply in embarrassment for crying.

“No, no baby; none of that now, yeah? I was full, Jamie was ready to order pizza, and I’m pretty sure Remus was feeding the chicken to the cat anyway.” He promised, stamping a kiss to your head and pulling you in closer to his side. “You never ruin anything, ever. You make everything better simply by being there, okay?”

“I don’t mean to scare you.” You whispered, feeling painfully vulnerable and simultaneously wholly safe in Sirius’ arms. 

“You don’t scare me. You don’t scare me; I am scared because I feel useless. I hate not knowing what to do for you baby.” He whispered back. 

You hummed as if in thought for a few as you felt your eyelids growing heavy. “This.”

“Hm?”

“Do this, just this; that’s what you can do for me.” You slurred as you felt the heavy hands of sleep dragging you further into the mattress beneath you.

You could feel Sirius chuckle - both in the form of the air he breathed into the crown of your head and the gentle rumble of his chest - as he pressed another lingering kiss into your hair. “Consider it done, my love.”

[moonlightspencie]

Okay so reader has to take care of baby James potter because of a potion incident that made James age back wards and turned into a toddler.

this made me giggle. i made him as a baby baby instead of a toddler just so he couldn't talk lol

pairing: no pairing because james is a baby lmaooo

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Sirius woke up in the wee hours of the morning to the sound of crying. Now, this wasn't necessarily unusual after his friends had spent a night out, especially when it was James and Y/N. But this sounded... different.

He got up, shuffling tiredly into the living room of their shared flat.

"Love, what is going on? It's three in the morning," he grumbled, then paused in his tracks, looking bewildered. "What is that?"

Y/N looked up, slightly frazzled and holding a baby on the couch.

"What do you mean?"

Sirius gave a bewildered look, pointing at the baby. "That!"

"A baby."

"Why do you have a baby? How did you possibly go out and come back with a baby?" His eyes were wide and confused. "Trust me, I know how that process works, and last I checked you need about nine months to cook one of those."

"Obviously he's not my baby."

"Who's baby is it!?"

Y/N swallowed, looking at the baby and then back at Sirius with a slightly guilty look.

"Well... we were messing around at Marlene's place. She found some old spellbook, and drinks were involved, and..."

"Wait, didn't you go with James?"

"Yes."

"And? Where did you leave him?"

Y/N merely lifted up the baby, his chubby little legs kicking in the air. Sirius quirked a brow, shaking his head.

"Well?"

"I didn't leave him."

Sirius blanched a little as the realization hit him. He looked between the baby, then to Y/N. Then back to the baby, and back to Y/N.

"...no," he shook his head.

"Yeah," Y/N sighed, lowering little baby James again.

"What the hell," Sirius muttered, far too tired for this. "How did this even happen? How long is this supposed to last?"

"The spell is supposed to wear off within 24 hours. But... come on. He's so cute like this!"

Baby James cooed, babbling at Sirius as if anyone would understand him.

"He's a baby!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Yeah, and he can't talk back as one!"

Sirius paused for a moment. "Good point. Just... it's too fucking late for this."

"Hey!" Y/N exclaimed.

"What?"

"Not in front of James."

"He's 25 years old!" Sirius scoffed in disbelief.

"Not right now he isn't!"

Remus shuffled out at that point, hearing voices in the living room.

"What's going on out..." Remus's eyes widened. He stared at the baby, making eye contact as the little guy babbled on again. "There's a baby in here."

"It's James," Y/N said nonchalantly, bouncing the little guy as he giggled.

Remus stared for a moment, clearly shocked. "Excuse me?"

"Don't ask," Sirius sighed, pushing past Remus. He called back over his shoulder. "Just keep him quiet. He's annoying enough when he cries fully grown."

[bookshelf-dust]

love and mandrakes

sirius black x gn!reader

word count: 5,220

warnings: swearing, fluff, i think that's literally it, but let me know if it's not

a/n: hi! so this is new!!! a new character!! sirius black is the loml, and i've been working on this for what feels like forever. i'm really proud of it, and i hope that maybe some of you will like it. it's been very fun to explore a new universe and the marauders as a whole. i hope you enjoy this!! love you 3000 <333

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The greenhouse windows are frosty this morning, and you can feel the chill seeping in through the thin glass panes. You fight the urge to lift your finger, using the tip to draw a face in the condensation gathering on the one nearest you. 

You’re stood at the back of the greenhouse, like always. You’ve never liked to be very close to Professor Sprout–certainly not because of any disdain towards the woman–but for the fear that she’d have something negative to say about your work. This is despite the fact that she’s been nothing but kind to you regarding every plant that’s ever been in your care.

Really it’s just that you’d beat yourself up if you killed a plant that makes you so determined to do well.

You’re twenty minutes early for class today. Early enough that it’s just you and Professor Sprout in the greenhouse. Everyone else likes to stumble in within the five minutes before class begins.

But clearly, that’s not quite the case this morning. The greenhouse doors open, both rather than just one, and Professor Sprout turns to greet whoever it is.

“Good morning, Mr. Black.”

You look up. Sirius Black is never early to class. If anything, he’s usually either not there at all, or the absolute last one to find his way in, perhaps a half hour late, if not more. He sidles up to Remus Lupin, and suddenly they've got a lovely little group project on their hands.

“Remus won’t be in today, Professor.” Sirius gives her a look that you assume is supposed to induce sympathy on her part. “Seems he’s got a cold.”

Pomona has never found it in herself to be frustrated with the boy, unlike the majority of her colleagues. She’s one of the few professors at the school to not harbor particularly malicious feelings towards the boy. He might be a troublemaker, but who isn’t at that age? 

She’s been briefed on what his home life is like, too, and who he has to put up with. And since she was a young girl, Pomona has been determined to give everyone a fair chance.

"Thank you for letting me know," she tells him.

You watch as Professor Sprout heads to a supply closet and begins to pull out heaps of gloves and what look to be earmuffs, messily tossing away the things she doesn’t need. You're lost in observing her, so consequently the voice sounding a few inches from your ear startles you.

"You always in this early?" Sirius has materialized next to you, the beginnings of a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. 

You glance at his hand where it lingers over the stem of a plant you’re not sure he should dare to touch. He’s got a ring on every finger excepting his thumb.

“Usually,” you say. It occurs to you that these are some of the first words you've ever spoken to the boy, if you don’t count bare minimum exchanges in the odd class. “I like it back here.”

You like it back there because less people can look at you. Because having to sit somewhere else stresses you out, not to mention throws you off. You feel safe in your little corner. 

Sirius withdraws his hand from the questionable plant and raises his head. His eyes bore into yours. They’re the strangest shade of blue. It seems to shift in the light, and sometimes they look almost gray. He grins, and then begins to scan the area around the both of you.

“Suppose it is nice. Maybe I’ll stay back here with you. Wouldn’t want you to be lonely, you know.” 

You snort at that and he quirks a brow at your amusement. Sirius pushes his hair behind his ear and you realize he’s got a silver industrial piercing.

“That hurt too bad?” You ask, gesturing towards the jewelry and hoping he knows what you mean. He does.

His thumb skips over the metal ball at one end, coming back to fiddle with a section of his robes. He leans forward, grinning at you. His smile is wide. The corners of his mouth tick up mischievously, smile lines conveying layers of mischief you know he must have hidden in that mind of his. 

“Probably wouldn’t have as much if I’d gone to a shop.”

You gasp lightly, thinking about it getting infected and Sirius having a bloody mess on his hands.

“You did it yourself?” You ask, eyes wide and full of concern.

He laughs. It’s a gorgeous sound, deep and friendly. Warm.

“I was prohibited,” he says, pressing a scandalized hand to his chest. “Remus did it for me over break, while my brother played nurse.”

“Well it looks nice,” you tell him, palms beginning to sweat. You find his presence to be slightly overwhelming. “I mean I think so.”

“Thank you, sweets.” He bends slightly at the waist, hand over his stomach, and it’s a gesture you might take as being that of an asshole, if it weren’t for his voice being so kind.

You hum in place of a you’re welcome, trying to will away the swarm of butterflies in your tummy. They’re being rather aggressive. 

“And for the record,” he adds, “Remus was very strict with my cleaning regimen, so I did not get any infections if that’s what you’ve been contemplating.”

“That’s good.” You smile. You’re not sure it’s anywhere near as pretty as his.

Professor Sprout claps her hands, startling you. Today is really not your day. Sirius snorts at your jolt, but when you glance at him he’s pretending to be intensely focused on your instructor.

“Morning, everyone!” she begins. “Today, as you may have guessed, we will start our lessons on Mandrakes. This particular lesson will focus on basic knowledge, as well as care, but come next class, your actual project will begin.”

“You’re going to need a partner, so I’ll give you a few minutes now to choose, that way you can prepare with one another prior to the main exercise.”

All at once, everyone turns to this person and that, chattering and deliberating. It seems everyone has someone.

Your heart starts to pound, and you wonder if maybe Professor Sprout might let you work independently. Pairs are forming, and you can feel yourself being left out, pushed to the edges of society. Maybe that’s dramatic, but it’s how you feel. 

You lean against the table behind you, hoping that she won’t call you out for not having a partner. That is until there’s a figure in front of you.

“What’d you think, huh? Shall we work together?” Sirius stands so that you have no other choice but to look back at him. It’d come off rude to not maintain eye contact at this distance. 

You feel yourself burn and can’t help but wonder if this is some sort of cruel joke.

“Wouldn’t you rather wait and join Remus?” You ask, fingernails picking at the wooden underside of the table.

“You think I’m using you as a fill-in?”

You shrug, rubbing your nose. “We’ve quite literally never spoken an actual conversation before today. I just thought you’d want to work with your friend and not some stranger.”

“Well there’s a first for everything, isn’t there? And you’re not a stranger. I see you all the time.” 

You sigh. He grins, ever pleased with himself. 

“You don’t want to be friends with me?” He teases.

“I—”

“No, it’s quite alright. I’ll see if good ‘ol Mona will help me out.” He turns like he’s going to march away, though his feet barely move. He’s not going anywhere and you both know it. 

“Holy shit,” you start. “Just shut up. Go and get the gloves then.”

Sirius grins. “Demanding, aren’t we?”

He does go and get them though, returning with two sets of gloves and a pair of shears, as Professor Sprout had instructed.

“Today, we will focus on tending to your Mandrakes. I want you, in your pairs, to check the soil and water as needed. I also want you to trim the leaves, as these have been left to run amok for a while. To work!”

Chatter erupts around you, bouncing against the glass walls of the greenhouse.

You fetch a watering can while the area is still free, and Sirius fills it up for you. You notice that your Mandrake is severely lacking the soil it needs. It’s not very well off at all.

“Do you see this?” You ask him, gesturing towards where the roots are showing, clearly dehydrated and with nowhere to sprawl out and grow. “She’s got us treating the wounded.”

Sirius crosses his arms. “That’s a damn shame now, isn’t it? Guess we better heal this thing then.”

“Are you fucking with me?” You ask, eyes darting up to meet his.

“No, I swear. I can tell you’re into this. It’s not my best subject.”

“Well you know what they say.”

“What do they say?” His eyes are gleaming. That’s the best word you can think to use for it. 

“Teamwork makes the dream work.”

He rolls the very same eyes. “I’d like a new partner after that one.”

You laugh, and Sirius feels a pang in his chest. Like he’s taken a blade to the heart, and he can’t do anything but let it happen. Your laugh is such a sweet sound and he worries it might be the death of him.

You slip your gloves on and start trimming the leaves that have to go. There’s quite a few of them, but luckily they seem to be towards the bottom of the stem, and you think once you’re able to water it, the Mandrake might have a chance.

You finish with the shears, and set them down. You look up at Sirius, and your eyes catch a group of buttons on the shoulder of his robes. His hair had been covering them before. You find yourself feeling warm inside, as one in particular tickles your fancy.

“I like your pin,” you say.

His brows shoot up, “Which?”

You use your pinky and tap the glossy finish. He watches. “That one.”

“The Queen one?”

You nod, shoving some more soil into your pot to try and save the roots.

“You listen to them?” Sirius leans down so that his face is next to the Mandrake and in your line of sight. He’s got this brilliant grin. It’s worrying you. For a moment you think he might say something cruel, but the look in his eye is almost boyish.

“Yeah,” you say. “My mom is a muggle. Fell for a dorky wizard boy. So she’s raised me on loads of good stuff.”

“Lucky duck, you.”

You snort and then look up at him, though he's already been looking at you. His eyes haven't left you the whole time you've been working. He finds the way you treat the plant as if it has feelings to be charming. He wonders if you take care of everyone like that. Or maybe even yourself.

You move the soil pouch towards him. "You gonna help me?"

He slips his gloves back on. They really don't match anything he's wearing, and frankly it bothers him a bit. "Of course, of course."

He starts tending to the plant and you watch, noticing the bumps left in the gloves where his rings are hiding underneath.

"Feed her, Seymour," you say, and Sirius whips his head towards you.

"Who the fuck is Seymour?"

"Muggle film. Musical actually. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry for exposing your nerdiness. What's the film about? Talk to me," he proclaims, wincing at the state of his soil work.

“This guy, Seymour, finds a plant, and he tries to take care of it, you know, as you do, but he figures out it only wants blood and meat to eat and that’s what he feeds it, so it keeps growing and growing until it’s big enough that it starts eating people.”

Sirius looks at you with wonder in his eyes, and starts to laugh. "Are you fucking with me, love?"

You start to smile, one that you at first try to suppress, but it ends up spreading across your face, softening your features. Sirius thinks maybe it's the prettiest smile he's ever seen. He can't get over the way the lines around your mouth form, or the way your cheeks bunch and your eyes light up.

"No, I promise."

The boy tugs his gloves off, having finished salvaging the soil for your plant. "Killer plants, huh?"

"Indeed," you say. "You know Mandrakes are killer too, right?"

"Stop."

You start to water the plant, trying your best not to drown the damn thing. "What do you think the earmuffs are for, dumbass?"

You immediately regret calling him a dumbass, thinking you may have crossed a line--it's not like you know him all that well, you've only been speaking for this one class period--but he only smiles at you.

For some reason, you find him easy to be around. He doesn't scare you.

"It's cold."

"Because it's cold? No. After we save the plants we have to re-pot them, and when we take them out they're going to scream. Their cries are fatal, Sirius."

He stares at you. Remus did not tell him this. Technically he could've read his textbook, but clearly he didn't.

"That seems highly uncalled for."

You chuckle and he grins again.

"I agree,” you say. “Have you got the time?”

Sirius pushes his sleeve up, glancing at the watch tight around his left wrist. “We’ve got five minutes left.”

You look up, and notice Professor Sprout removing her gloves. If you’d waited to ask for just a moment longer, she would’ve begun her everyone-get-your-shit-together-and-get-out-of-here speech. 

“Students, your attention please!” Professor Sprout’s cheeks are rosy, tufts of curls sticking out from under the brim of her hat. 

“Next class we’ll try and get the Mandrakes repotted, so that they may grow to their full potential and can then be used as needed for Madam Pomphrey. You’ll need to come and water your plants periodically throughout the week, as these tend to drink rather quickly, so I suggest you alternate days with your companion.”

When you’ve finished and you’re outside once again, it’s misty, your skin dampening with each step you take. 

You feel a hand on your elbow, and Sirius has appeared next to you. Frankly, you hadn’t expected him to continue contact with you. 

The both of you had discussed what days you’d water you plant, and you assumed that was that. 

“I’ve realized we’re co-parenting a Mandrake,” he starts, “and I feel as though I should at least know a little something about the mother of my child.” You raise your eyebrows at him. “You know, to ensure that they don’t grow up lacking proper guardianship.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, hopping over a puddle. 

He tosses his head back, laughing, and you feel your insides go all warm and gooey at how his hair moves with the motion. You can’t help but wonder what it feels like. 

“First, you don’t want to be friends, and now, you want our child to be one of divorce.”

You stop, resting your forehead against the cool stone of one of the courtyard walls. 

“Sirius, we haven’t even been married.”

He presses his forehead against the stone next to you, and you turn to look at him. “I’m pretty sure there are a good bit of people who’ve been married and know less about each other than we do,” he says. 

You smile at the wall and he catches it. 

“Besides, we’ve got the same music taste, and that means I’ve got to keep you around.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, that’s how this works. Didn’t you know?”

You brush at the side of your robes where you’ve now gotten moss remains on them. “I was not aware, no.”

“Haven’t you got class or something?” You ask him. His cheeks are pink from the cold, a stark contrast from the chill of his eyes, the sharp black of his hair. 

“Not for another hour. You?” 

“Yeah, actually.”

“So tell me something quick.” He spins a ring around his finger, a chunky silver one with something set into the center. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Seriously?”

He smiles. It’s gorgeous and full-fledged. You can’t believe he’s looking at you like that. It feels like some big error. 

“Sorry I set myself up for that one,” you say. “Um, it’s green.”

“Lovely. Now what shade of green are we talking?”

“Sirius.” You pout. 

“Come on now, chop chop.” He snaps his fingers. “Thought you had an excuse to ditch me or something?”

You roll your eyes. It seems that cocky ass grin never leaves his face. “Like a forest green. Trees and such.”

Sirius claps his hands together, metal clinking. “That’s fantastic. I’ll be sure to remember it. Mine’s purple, by the way, thank you for asking.”

“I bet you look stunning in purple, Sirius.”

He blushes. He actually blushes. You grab for his wrist and push his sleeve up to peer at his watch. 

“I’ll see you around, okay?”

For the first time in a long time, Sirius Black hasn’t got shit to say. No one ever makes him blush. 

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“I don’t come to class one day, and you’ve made a new friend? Why couldn’t you have made a new one any other day? I think I need some time off. Maybe even early retirement.” 

Sirius smacks Remus on the shoulder where the latter lays stretched out in bed. The curtains are drawn one one side so that the only person they’re visible to is James, who is half asleep in the neighboring bed, glasses askew and tie on the brink of choking him. 

“It’s rude to abuse the wounded.” 

“You’re off your rocker, Lupin.”

Remus rubs his face, though he winces, his arms much too sore for any sort of activity. “Tell me about it.” 

“Feeling any better today?” 

“Yes, Sirius. I’m feeling fucking wonderful.”

“He’s being sarcastic.” James’ voice is muffled by the pillow he’s collapsed into. 

Sirius turns to look at his friend. “Yeah, no shit, Prongs. Thank you so much for enlightening me.”

James raises a weak arm, flipping him off. “Eat me.”

“You say that as if I won’t do it.”

James sits up, but only enough so that he may rearrange himself into a poorly structured child’s pose. “Stop being such fucking tease and do it then, babe.”

Remus rubs his eyes aggressively, like it might somehow rid him of his ever permanent longing for sleep. “Shove it, you two.” He peeks out from between his fingers at Sirius. “I thought you were saying how you’ve made someone else miserable with the joys of your friendship.” 

“Fuck you,” Sirius says.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I did make a new friend. In herbology, since you decided to have a go with the moon and left me to perish.” Remus rolls his eyes. “They’re very kind, if you must know. We are co-parenting a Mandrake.”

James snorts into the mattress. 

“Is it really co-parenting if you’ll make them do all of the work?” Remus asks. 

James snorts again and Sirius leans over to smack him against the back. He lets out a pathetic cry that both of the other boys ignore. 

“I’m helping, asshole,” Sirius begins. “I’m supposed to go water the fucking thing in a bit if either of you need proof of life.” 

“Of your friend or of your child?” Remus reaches his arm out to grab hold of one of the bedposts and heave himself up. 

“Both.”

James slides off of his bed and starts to stretch, and a cacophony of cracking sounds follows, which is slightly concerning considering his age. “Sorry. I’m supposed to go and see Lils. But I expect a full report back, Moons.” He strips off his tie and pulls on a coat. The other two boys watch him bound across the room like they’re at a tennis match.  

James is gone so quickly you’d be amazed that he was half-asleep minutes before. 

“What a prick,” Sirius says from where he sits at the foot of Remus’ bed. He looks away from the door and at his friend. 

Sirius sets his hand on Remus’ knee. “You get any sleep this morning?” 

“Some. Not enough. Though it’s never enough, or whatever.” Sirius gets a pang in his chest. He wishes he could make it all better. 

“You want to get some fresh air? You can come with me to the greenhouses if you want, but you can stay here too. I’ll sneak down to the kitchens and get you something.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go with you. Sun’s not out, is it? It’ll kill my head.”

Sirius stands and peers beneath the drawn curtains. It’s cloudy, like it might storm, a thick layer of cloud lying over the grounds. “Nope. She’s hiding from you today.”

Remus nods and his friend walks back over to his bedside. “Come on, Rem.” 

He removes the blankets from over his lap and scoots to the edge of his mattress. Sirius holds out his hands for Remus to take. Sometimes he gets really woozy when he has to stand after nights like the last. His knees shake, but he’s steady once he’s up. Sirius keeps an arm around his back when there isn’t anyone in the halls to question Remus’ condition, but has to settle for watching his friends footing otherwise. 

Sirius gets Remus on a bench and makes a stop by Madam Pomphrey on the way, feigning a headache. She gives him a little bottle of these chewable tablets with instructions on how often to take them and tells him to come back if the ache persists. 

He hands the bottle to Remus when he’s finished, and the boy’s had the medicine for an entire four seconds before he’s chewing. It’s one of those headaches that stays dull, but any sudden movement and your entire skull is throbbing and he thinks he might just die. Remus thinks this every full moon. He is not dead. 

The trip to the greenhouse takes longer than usual, mainly because of Sirius’ tendency to baby Remus during his moon hangovers. He claims it’s because he doesn’t want a death on his hands, something about living up to the Black name, but Remus knows it’s really because Sirius is much more caring than he’d ever admit. 

“See? Look at this fucker. My child.” Sirius gestures dramatically at the potted plant. Remus leans up against one of the tables, only slightly amused, much more out of breath. 

He’s only just gone digging for a watering can when he hears the door open and glances up, assuming it’s another student having to monitor their own dirt ball. 

But it’s you. 

“What’s up, love?”

Remus’ eyebrows shoot up. He hadn’t realized when Sirius said he made a friend he actually meant friend. He’s never really seen Sirius look at someone that way. 

You stand by the doors, kicking the one you came through shut behind you. Sirius pretends like he’s not attracted to the movement. 

“Hi,” you say. You step a little further into the room. “I know it’s not my day to water, but frankly I was kind of worried you’d forget to do it.”

Remus turns to face you and laughs, full on. You grin at him. He’s never really looked at you before, but there’s no denying how sweet you look. He bets you could kick Sirius’ ass if you wanted. He also thinks Sirius might let you do it. 

Sirius straightens and flips his hair back as he does so. “You wound me.”

You shrug. “I was also slightly panicked you’d drown the thing, so there’s that.” 

Sirius walks over to the sinks, filling up his watering can, though you both know he could easily use a spell to do it instead. “So you came to supervise?”

“‘Fraid so.” You chew on the inside of your lip. 

“I don’t blame you,” Remus says. “He’s kind of a flake.”

“Fuck you, Rem.”

“Yeah, sure.” Remus pushes off of the table, moving in the direction of you and the doors. His head is starting to feel better. He leans in next to you, though his voice is anything but a whisper. “I don’t know why you’re putting up with him. Would’ve asked for a different partner myself.”

“She picked me!” You laugh, seeing Sirius put his hands on his hips out of the corner of your eye. 

Remus raises a brow at you. “Oh yeah?” He smiles at you. It’s a knowing expression, an understanding one. He keeps his eyes on you, but speaks to Sirius. “I’m gonna go for a walk, Pads. Come and retrieve me when you’re finished.” 

The squeeze Remus gives to your shoulder is kind. It tells you you’re safe with Sirius. With him. That you’re welcome. The glass door rattles as it shuts. 

“You really have no faith in me?” Sirius asks, spritzing the Mandrakes leaves. You peer into the pot, noticing he’s watered it just right. It’s not going to drown after all. 

“No, I’ve got plenty. Maybe I just wanted to see you again.” 

Sirius sets the bottle he’s holding down. “No shit.”

“Well you see, last time you asked me a question, and I didn’t get to ask you one of my own, and I figured I’d better do that if I want to keep the friendship alive, you know?”

Sirius is smiling at you. He can’t believe this–your teasing. 

He runs the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. “So what’s the question?”

“Do you like pie?” you question.

“I do.”

“That’s good. Because I feel the same way, and rumor has it you can get into the kitchens, so I thought we could work together on this...and get pie. It’s like a reward. I put up with you and you put up with me kind of thing, so we get something to eat.”

Sirius tosses his head back, letting out a bark of a laugh. Your eyes linger on his neck for a second longer than they should. 

“Well the rumors are indeed true,” he says. “Guess we’ll have to ditch Remus, then. Make it a proper date and whatnot.”

“That seems unkind,” you chuckle.

“He’ll live.”

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“What’s happening here?” Sirius throws himself into one of the chairs on the other side of the table where you and Remus sit. 

“We’re reading,” Remus tells him. “Go away.”

Remus had shown you to this table. Said it was his favorite. There are a small group of them in the very back of the library, behind one of the last rows of shelves. You wouldn’t know they were there unless you went looking. 

He said it’s where he goes to hide when James and Sirius won’t shut up and let him work, which is more often than not. 

“You whined about me making new friends,” Sirius says, “so that I’d leave you alone, and now you’ve taken it upon yourself to steal said friend from me?” 

You cover your face with your book, sliding deeper into your chair and trying your very best to fight off a giggle. 

Sirius reaches across the table and snatches the book from your hands. He wants to see the shit-eating grin you’re hiding. He stands and moves in front of you just when you bury your face in your sleeve. 

He tugs on the fabric of your shirt. “Traded me out then, have you?”

You snort into your sweater, and Sirius watched the way your shoulders shake. Remus eyes his friend’s hand, trying to make sure he didn’t lose your page with his frenzied antics. He didn’t though, pale thumb tucked into the paper.

Remus sets his own book down, stretching over the back of the chair. He’s thinking about going to bed. 

Instead of looking at Sirius like you know he wants, you turn to Remus.

“Leavin’ me, Rem?”

Sirius scoffs. Rem his ass. 

Remus lowers his head so that it’s level with yours. “Sleepy,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut. You look at the scar that runs through his brow and across his eyelid. There’s another by his ear. You wonder if he’ll tell you about them someday. 

He bumps his forehead—the gentlest of taps—with yours, and then he’s standing. Sometimes you forget how lanky he is when he’s always so hunched over. 

“Goodnight, Lupin,” you say. 

“Goodnight, you two. Don’t get too wild. This is still a library.”

Sirius takes the chair Remus had been occupying. You look at him, and reach for his hand. He wouldn’t even think about denying you taking it, even if he is being a grump. 

“I have not traded you out, Sirius.” He glares at you, though his eyes are still much too soft for it to be anything malicious. He’s not sure he could ever look at you in a hateful way. 

“You could’ve read with me,” he argues, tickling your palm. You try and wriggle your hand away, but he only presses his fingers firmly into your skin, keeping you there. 

“Come on.”

“No, you could have,” he continues. “I can be very well behaved, if need be.”

“Oh yeah?” You’re the one smirking now. Sirius is afraid he might never get this image of you out of his head. 

“Yeah.” He leans in, nuzzling his nose against your temple. When he pulls away, you realize he has a smattering of freckles under one eye. You have the urge to touch them, and so you do. 

He relaxes against your hand. “You’re very pretty, Sirius.”

“Thank you.” He kisses your knuckle. “You’re very pretty, too, sweets.”

“Thank you.”

In the weeks since your Mandrake project has finished—and the plant did indeed survive—Sirius has grown increasingly attached to you. Frankly he finds himself shocked that you’re willing to deal with him at all, let alone that his friends like you so much. He wasn’t even a little upset that you’re spending time with Remus. You have a lot in common, actually. 

He just likes to tease you. And he’s very good at it. 

“So you come looking for me because you need something? Or are you perhaps attention starved?” You question, taking your hand away from his face, though your other is still within his grasp. 

“Most definitely the latter.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

He speaks close to your ear as if he’s about to spill the world’s most confidential information. “Is this a safe space?”

“Absolutely,” you assure him. 

“I want you to play with my hair,” Sirius says. 

You gasp, clutching at your nonexistent pearls. 

Your moment's pause makes him a little nervous. “Well let’s get on with it then,” you tell him.

You take Sirius up to your common room, it being much too late for anyone to be up. You slip your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp until he’s falling asleep and you’ve made promises of braiding it sooner or later. Eventually, you have to wake him, send him off to bed.

And he pouts. God, does he pout. But it’s okay. He’ll get you to do it again tomorrow.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[cosmal]

KINKTOBER DAY NINE — THROAT TRAINING W SIRIUS BLACK

*:･ﾟ summary — sirius trains you to deep-throat him. you seem more eager than he does.

*:･ﾟ warnings/tags — I really hate this im sorry, gn!reader, , male receiving oral, eager reader!, throat training, face fucking

*:･ﾟ word count — 1.4k

Your heels dig into your ass where you're kneeling at Sirius’s feet and it’s enough to stop you from squirming with anticipation. 

“Sirius, I promise.” You squeeze reassuringly at his thigh, curls of hair graze your palm, “I wanna try.” 

He brings his hand down to your face, cups your jaw in his warm palm. Still, he frowns, “You’re sure?” 

As if your twitching hands aren’t enough to show how eager you are, you say, “So, so sure.” You smile. 

“You gotta tell me if it’s too much, okay?” He looks too soft and caring, it’s an awful juxtaposition to how badly you want to rip his fucking pants off and jump his goddamn bones.

You nod. Sirius looks like he doesn’t believe you. 

“Please, Y/N. If it hurts, tell me to stop.” He says, sternly. Still, he moves to palm at his clothed cock under his shorts. 

“With my mouth full?” You giggle. He pokes your cheek.

“Punch me in the leg for all I care, okay?” He says. 

You shift on your knees and the floorboards creak. “Okay, Sirius. Please, just get your pants off.” 

He sighs like you’re an inconvenience, sliding his pants down his legs, along with his boxers until he steps out of them. Down to just his shirt. “God, needy thing, huh?” He pats your warming cheek and you blink slowly. Impatiently.

He gives a few tugs at his already aching cock, twisting until beads of precum roll down his length and into his palm. He watches your eager eyes, where your mouth is agape. He swells with pride. 

You raise your hand, “Let me.” Your fingers wriggle until they wrap around him. With your face close to his pelvis, you stroke him eagerly, with long, gentle tugs. 

You’re overly excited to try and please him. Take him deep enough just how you know he’ll like it. You want it bad and the thought of knowing he does too, makes you want it even more. 

You can’t look at him. You don’t want to do bad and if you look up where he’s watching you, it might make it worse. His adoring but stern face. He’d never make you feel pressured, ever. You’re just definitely in your own head, determined to be good for him. And if he reads your face for how you’re feeling, a little nervous, he’d think it's because it’s about the task at hand, not because you’re doubting yourself. 

He pets your head, brushing your hair away from your face with a too-soothing touch. Too gentle for what you’re about to do. You want him to be rough. 

“Don’t go all shy on me, babe.” 

You shake your head and stand up on your knees, legs trembling. You open your mouth just to wrap around his tip, sucking away his precum with a smack of your lips. 

He gently guides your head down and you wrap your mouth around his entire length. He pushes past the barrier and you take him in your throat for a split second. Spit wells in your mouth immediately and you gag.

He pulls you away by your cheek and your eyes water. Heaving a breath you try to blink away the tears, looking up at him with damp eyes for reassurance. 

“Through your nose babe, remember what I said?” He says. You hum and take him back in trying to not graze him with your teeth. 

He brushes the same spot and you gag lightly. Quickly, you remember to breathe through your nose when he breaches the barrier even more. When his tip presses the spongy spot of your throat, it feels funny and you quickly pull your head back. Spit bridges from his cock to your lips and breaks, dribbling down your chin. You dart your tongue out to lick it away, smiling. 

“That’s it, baby.” He smiles, moving to stroke his cock, “Feel okay? Wanna try again?” 

You lean forward to lick a stripe along his shaft, “Sirius?” You hum. 

“Yeah, honey.” He replies, softly. 

“You gotta,” You stammer, licking your lips. Your knees ache where they press into his hardwood floor, “You gotta be rough, I think. Help me.” 

He strokes your cheek, over spit and fluids, “Yeah, okay.” 

Bravely, you take him straight back into your mouth. Running your tongue along his skin until he’s back at the beginning of your throat. Without gripping the back of your head, he thrusts gently into your mouth to push down further. 

You swallow and Sirius lets out a selfish moan which only spurs you on. You grip the backs of his thighs, eager, you bob your head gently, hollowing your cheeks. 

He twitches and you forget to breathe and pull your head back again with a grunt. Mess spread all over your chin and chest, trailing down towards your navel. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He pants, “Doing so well f’me.” He wipes away the beginnings of new tears from your cheeks, prodding your face with a gentle touch. You smile and turn to kiss his palm. His encouraging words have a fire burning in the pit of your stomach. 

He takes his cock into his hand and smears his tip across your tight lips, spreading spit across and up your cheeks before giving your mouth a tap. 

“Open up, lovely.” Grinning only because talking might hurt, you open up for the third time, sticking out your tongue. 

With a murmur of, That’s it he slides back along your mouth, a heavy, warm weight on your tongue, and you wrap your greedy lips around him. 

Without any preamble this time, knowing you're thoroughly worked open, you push him to the back of your throat. He grips the back of your head, not roughly but certainly not gently, to slide you up and down his cock. You hollow your cheeks as he fills you up, all the way to the hilt.

He stills, deep-seated, and you breathe roughly from your nose as spit bubbles in the corners of your mouth. Your nose presses into the crush of curls at his pelvis, right at the end of his happy trail. His moaning stops you from moving, pleased that you’re doing well. 

Sirius composes himself and starts to rut into your mouth. His grip on your hair is grounding and you remember to breathe. Roughly or not, it seems to do the trick. 

You swallow deeply, your spongy walls constricting around his throbbing length and he jolts, pushing deeper than you thought was possible. 

You squeeze his legs and you think he’s going to pull away. So, you nuzzle your face closer to his body and your airway almost gets smothered by his skin. 

Proud, Sirius grunts and starts to thrust faster into your mouth. There’s an echo of gug gug gug’s as he finds the perfect rhythm and the amount of drool that’s produced is almost embarrassing. You feel him twitch on your tongue and you try to trace the vein under him. 

You feel his thighs tense under your grip before he’s ripping himself from your mouth. You pant through a final gag, cheeks and chin all wet, looking up at him with glassy eyes. 

He tugs at his cock a few times, throwing his head back before he’s spurting his cum towards your face. You leap towards him to take him back in your mouth one final time, sucking him clean as he fills your mouth. His heavenly moans bounce off the walls, finishing off with a grunt when you pull yourself off him. 

“Holy shit.” He pants. “Fuck, Y/N. That was- that was amazing, sweetheart.” His cheeks are flushed, a deep red and he’s panting maybe even harder than you. 

Beaming, you lean forward to kiss his tip and he jolts, bending in half to escape your lips. Oversensitive.  

He strokes your cheek, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead before helping you up onto aching limbs. Your knees click and he holds you flat against his chest with his arms snaking down to squeeze your ass. 

“You okay? Wasn’t too rough?” His eyes are soft and you almost want to mess with him. You decide against it. 

“No, it was good. I liked it.” You grin and your eyes squint. 

“You did so well, baby.” He pecks your nose and you wrinkle your face. 

“I think I need to go wash my face. I’m all covered in spit.” 

He pinches your ass and you yelp lightly, leaning forward to smack his chest, “I kinda like you all messy. Might have to keep that mouth busier.” He tugs the swell of your bottom lips and it flips back when he lets go.

You laugh and your chest rumbles against his, “Yeah, you would. Dirty perv.” 

He smiles too brightly like it was a compliment. Only he would take it as one.

gif — imagines-therambles !

[simonsomeriley]

hufflepuff!reader with her frat boyfriend, sirius black 🫣

imagine running around the corridors of hogwarts with your daring-do boyfriend, Sirius, you were like the polar opposite of one another, he refused to be limited by other people or follow rules

you on the other hand, swore by it. never drawing outside of the lines, always inside by curfew, delivering homework on time & staying on school property

somehow sirius had convinced you to sneak out after curfew, "begging forgiveness is easier than begging permission, love,"

so hand in hand you ran, after sneaking past Filch, tossing each other in the snow and leaving footprints without any explanation the next morning

you never really attended dorm parties, preferring alone time or studying in the library. Sirius, however would usually spend the weekends at some frat party, wasted with Remus and James on his side, Lily glaring unapprovingly from the corner of the room..

frequently you would find your belongings in places you didn't leave them, for example your shoes that you left on your doormat, tied to the curtain in the common room, your winter jacket around a make-shift snowman of fake snow that Sirius had found a spell to make, "it's restricted information, sweetness. from a very special section of the library."

agreeing somehow to crashing over at Sirius' dorm after a long night, his dorm room filled with the smell of floral air freshener (it covers up the scent of booze the best, in his words)

you always show up to breakfast, lunch & dinner as accordingly, serving yourself normal portions and never staying late in the dining hall

Sirius, however, serves himself extra, (he saves some for the critters he finds outside), and he stays talking with his friends LONG after the meal time is actually over

lets you style his hair for fun or practise, using your curling wand on it, putting it in a ponytail and practicing hair colour spells on it (you almost fried his hair off once, he only lets you do it occasionally now)

finding polaroids of him and his friends at parties, secret hide outs or some funny statue they've found in the woods somewhere

him always sleeping on the mini-sofa when you're around, he knows you don't trust him enough to sleep in the same bed, so he always offers that he'll crash on the couch & lets you take the bed

(he snores loud and makes odd eating sounds in his sleep, you love him regardless)

i sincerely apologise if this is bad, i'm overtired & this is not proof read. 🥲

[disenchantingwrites]

Sirius Black dating Reader W/ Sensory Issues

Sirius Black x Neurodivergent! GN!Reader

A/N: getting the Sirius one up, let me know what other characters I should do (if you’d like me to do Peter as well, seeing as I’ve done the other three now). I feel like I didn’t do Sirius proper justice, and my characterisation of him isn’t too accurate :( sorry in advance if it isn’t, I might come back and revise it later if people also think so.

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Not going to lie, Sirius is definitely blissfully unaware that you’re sensitive to things.

He’s probably seeing you squint at the sun like a blind person, just thinking that you haven’t been outside much.

definitely tries to encourage you to eat your food, not forcing, because he definitely doesn't press when you tell him you can’t, but he does it because he wants to make sure you’re well fed and healthy.

There are so many things he just passes off as little quirks of yours, like you rubbing your hands over one particularly soft blanket on his bed almost obsessively, or how you always have to have a certain spoon to stir your drinks.

It’s only you having a sensory overload that he realises it wasn’t just some little things to you.

He finds you pressing your hands against your ears, and your head between your knees after you’d run from the great hall during one of the holiday feasts.

He tries to coax you out of it, to talk to him, but nothing seems to work and he’s getting frustrated with himself for not being able to help you. So he just sits in front of you and waits for you.

It’s not easy, but when you finally seem to calm down and raise your head, he practically jumps on you, until you push him off and shake your head, flexing your fingers as you rub them over your favourite and most sensory-friendly item of clothing.

You tell him all about your issues when you feel comfortable enough, explaining it to him, answering the countless questions he has. By the time you think you’re finished, Sirius is kicking himself for not noticing sooner.

“It’s not you’re fault, Sirius...” “I should have know! What kind of boyfriend am I for not– I made you eat those– So that’s why you love my blanket?”

He just seems to have a million more questions about it, wanting to make it up to you by knowing everything — and I mean everything — about how he can help you.

he realises that he never thought anything was wrong because he grew up with Regulus, who has sensory issues, too, and then hung out with Remus all the time once he got to Hogwarts.

He’s so concerned about making sure he gets you things that won’t upset you, because he keeps thinking back to the moment he found you distressed, and he doesn't want to see you like that ever again. In the end he pretty much just asks you if you’d be okay with certain gifts.

“At this point, you should just forget even trying to surprise me Sirius.” “Well... yeah... but, you’re okay if I get you that scarf from the other day, right?”

He’d spoil you endlessly if he could, just wanting you to be happy (and wanting to make sure you forgive him, seriously, he holds onto it for life)

At the end of the day, Sirius claims he’s still learning, and he might make a mistake, but he picks up on what’s good and what’s bad pretty quickly. He’s super prepared to help if you need it.

Literally will not let the boys prank you because he’s afraid you could become overwhelmed, and he’s convinced you won't forgive him (but you totally would and practically beg his friends to prank you at least once to prove you can handle it)

[cash-111]

Choices

Sirius Black x reader, angst

@fandom-life-12 : “Hi! I saw your requests were open. I was wondering if you could write something with sirius and fem!reader where she broke up with him bc of circumstances (parents, possible toxicity, etc) and she’s fine for a while. Then fast forward like two or three months and she’s getting all of these accomplishments and she was so used to telling him that she starts missing him?

Maybe bsf!james or Remus and maybe a convo between reader and sirius?”

Hi! I’m so sorry I didn’t notice this before, but here, I hope this is what you meant. I didn’t do the convo with Sirius, but I’m down to do a part 2 if need be xx

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You made a choice, you remind yourself. The night is warm and sweat sticks to your humid skin as you tussle with your sheets. You sit up in a huff, a hand running through your hair in irritation; you throw your blanket far away from you, hitting a few pillows in the process.

But you didn’t have a choice, another part of you shoots back for the umpteenth time.

Your heart churns and your sight is brought towards your dorm window, which lets shades of blue filter through to illuminate the wooden floor. You get up, restless, hoping some air would help with the ever present knot in your throat.

You hang over the open window as much as safety allows, arms propped on the sill, waiting for the night wind to graze your features.

When it finally comes, you let your head sling downward, your neck going limp under the weight at your resignation.

The light breeze is not nearly enough to give you the relief you need, a break from the stagnating feeling of anxiety. You try to breathe, but your stomach sits high and heavy on your chest.

The same thoughts circle your mind again and again. You look into the night, towards the forbidden forest, the shadows of the trees soaring the lush undulating grass. They’re so dark your eyes strain, and you catch yourself looking for movement, like those nights you spent silently supporting him from afar.

Your heart clenches at the thought, as well as your fists on the railing.

This wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair how you had to leave him, it wasn’t fair how he suffered for it, yet he’s the free one now. It wasn’t fair that he gets to avoid you, to never spare you a glance with those beautiful blue eyes that used to give you life- that still give you life: a life you’re continuously robbed of.

And it’s never fair when you’re constantly reminded of what you gave up, by the very thing you gave it up for. Every grade, every praise from your parents, every achievement. It was all meaningless if he wasn’t there to smile at you, lift you in his arms, kiss you. If you couldn’t run a hand through his soft dark locks, and hold him tightly through the worse times.

You didn’t have a choice, that’s what you had told time and time again during the screaming matches that spurted in your friend group. Remus had tried to reason with you, while James got more infuriated: “You just don’t wanna fight for him” he had spat “Not like he did for you, not like he does for you!” Before storming off.

A saddened Remus had reached for your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, but you made a choice”

Hot tears trail down your cheeks, your eyebrows furrowed as you bite down on your cheek.

You made a choice.

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!    

a/n: very short one, but thought it too cute not to post 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧: Love | Honey

More traditional and mature with his choice of nicknames. Remus is a bit more withdrawn/introverted compared to the other Marauders. He doesn’t want to be obnoxious (he thinks people who use ‘babe’ are definitely obnoxious). He wants to call you pet names that feel genuine and true. He loves you a lot and ‘love’ is quite a British nickname, so he’s used to hearing it. But he calls you ‘honey’ because that’s what his parents would call each other. And his parents were deeply in love. 

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: Sweetheart | Light of My Life | Pumpkin | Honey-bun

Depending on James’ mood, he can get very creative with his nicknames. And yes, he does incorporate food... his choice of pet names reflects his personality; outgoing, unique and sometimes ridiculous. But he uses these nicknames unironically. He genuinely sees you as the light in his life, the reason for his excitement and happiness. 

𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤: Beautiful | Gorgeous | Handsome | Darling

Very teasing and light-hearted with his pet names - they’re supposed to make you blush, and be a confidence booster. One thing that Sirius has noticed about you is a lack in confidence and self-esteem. So he tries his best to make you feel better about yourself. To make you see yourself how he sees you. Because you are a goddess/god in his eyes. 

[pockets-full-of-roses]

i’ve finally come back. currently posting drafts, more will be coming soon!

[moonlightspencie]

Hello there! Could it be no. 26 with sirius? It somehow reminded me about wanda and vision for some reason. Thank you!

omg yes. this will not be as sad as it is for them, though, because I am admittedly not a great angst writer lolll

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

warnings: self-hatred (poor bby siri)

26. "I feel you" (list here!)

You knocked on the door of Sirius's room at the Potter's house, determined to try and cheer him up. You knew, of course, that it would be a difficult task. The poor boy was broken, that much was sure. Even his usual cheerful demeanor had diminished in the week prior.

"Sirius? I know you're in there. James told me so," you called out.

Silence.

"Sirius?"

Slight shuffling. "I'm not in the mood for company."

You huffed a sigh at the sound of his muffled voice. He could be so stubborn.

"Sirius, please. I brought you a cupcake from the bakery. The red velvet one you like so much..."

There was a beat of silence before you heard more shuffling. Then the door opened just slightly. His face popped out, immediately looking towards the small box in your hands.

"Cream cheese icing and all?"

"Of course."

"Come in, then," he muttered, barely letting you get past the door before he was taking the cupcake out of your hands. "Mm."

"Knew that'd work," you snorted a laugh, sitting on his bed and ignoring the messy state of the room. "How are you feeling?"

"I love these," he said softly, ignoring your question as he sat the cupcake box on his desk.

"Sirius."

He shrugged. You sighed again.

"Please?" you pleaded softly, looking at him as he turned back around towards you. "I just want to make sure you're doing alright. You've been off this week."

"I've been fine."

"No you haven't. Why do you think James told me to get my arse over here?"

He quirked a brow. "Prongs said so?"

"Yeah. He's worried about you. We know its the anniversary of you leaving..."

"That was two years ago."

"Which isn't a long time," you affirmed.

He fell silent, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his chest. You sighed softly now, tilting your head a little as you observed him. He chewed on the inside of his mouth, that little nervous habit he always did whenever he felt uncomfortable. You stood up, walking near to him slowly.

"Hey."

He hummed in response, still chewing. You reached up, smoothing your thumb over his lip to stop him.

"You're gonna hurt yourself," you mumbled quietly. "It's okay to have bad days and weeks. Just... don't push away your friends. We care about you, you know that?"

"You shouldn't."

"What?"

"You shouldn't," he shook his head. "I'm a mess. I always have been."

"Sometimes, yeah. But have you met me? Or Remus? Even James sometimes? We're all messes, but you still love us," you reasoned with him.

"I'm worse. I'm... I'm hardly a person."

"Yes you are. Don't say that."

He fell quiet again. You reached out, touching his chest.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled, slightly whiny.

"You know what I feel?" you ask, hand over his heart and feeling the steady thumping of it again his ribcage. "When I feel your heart like this, and can feel your warmth, and see you up close like this."

He lets out a breath, shrugging a little. "I don't know. Some thumping? Fact that I'm somehow still alive?"

"I feel you."

He glanced up, just slightly enough to see your face to make sure you weren't joking or... or... well, he wasn't exactly sure. Nobody had ever been so sincere with him before.

"Seriously. Just you," you reaffirm.

He blinked a few times. "You know I love you?"

You smiled a little. He always used that phrase, but that may have been the first time he had said it so gently. Your hand slid up to his neck, thumb gently rubbing his jaw.

You decided this time, that if he could be soft and honest, you would be too. You uttered the words back to him, meaning it in a way you would have never admitted before.

"I love you, too."

[bookshelf-dust]

body and soul

sirius black x gn!reader

word count: 1,418

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos?, flirting, fluff

a/n: hi! i wanted to write more sirius, and here we are. i think this is really sweet. i hope that you enjoy it! also, the title is a mr. darcy line from pride and prejudice (2005). i couldn’t resist, okay? sue me. anyways, let me know what you think and i love you!! <33

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“I thought you said I could braid your hair, you little shit.” You remove your fingers from his curls. 

Sirius scoffs, leaning his head back to try and chase your hand. “Quite a mouth you’ve got on you.” 

You let up, continuing to scratch your nails over his scalp. You’d say he’s almost purring, but that’d be the wrong animal, you’re afraid. 

Sirius is sat on the floor between your legs. When you’d asked to play with his hair, he’d agreed, though this isn’t what you’d meant. He doesn’t seem to care. If you hear one more “five more minutes,” you might just kill him. 

“Regulus?”

“Hm?” The boy is sprawled out on the bed behind where you sit, flipping through something of Sirius’ he’d picked up upon entering the room.

“Who should we invite to your brother’s funeral?”

He snorts, and you can feel his shoulders shaking against the mattress. Sirius’ eyes snap open. “My what? What crime have I committed that is so heinous for you to now discuss my death?” 

He leans his head back, stormy eyes blinking up at you. 

“You haven’t let me braid your hair when that’s exactly what I asked of you.”

Sirius lets out a whine. “But I like the scratches.” 

“I know you do. But, frankly my love, you’re being a pain in my ass.”

He turns around to face you, sitting up on his knees, hands grabbing at your ankles. “Oh but I like your ass, wouldn’t want to hurt it now, would we?”

“Okay, gross. I’m going,” Regulus proclaims, but he doesn’t move an inch. He flips over onto his back, shielding his eyes with his forearm.

“Can I braid yours, Reg?” 

He peeks at you from underneath his arm. “Sure.”

You push further back on Sirius’ bed, trying to escape his grasp. He’s quick to stand, towering over you, hands creeping up your legs. There’s a look of faux betrayal on his face; you know better than to think he’d actually be upset about you choosing his brother’s hair to braid first. 

“Get back, you dog.”

Sirius gasps, and with one scandalized hand pressed to his chest—the other slapping at his sibling for laughing—you dart out of his range. 

You make it to the other side of the bed, Regulus now in between the both of you. The boy settles, cross legged in the space, and you sit up on your knees to rake through his waves. His hair is a little less wild than his brothers, but just as thick and smooth. 

“Sirius, my love, would you get me the ties and a brush, please?”

The look he receives from you tells him that he has no other choice. He retrieves them for you, though he gives you his best puppy dog eyes before handing them over. “Kiss.”

You smack one on his cheek, and steal the items from his hands. He looks appalled, and sits himself against the headboard, grumpy and brooding. 

Regulus’s hair isn’t nearly as long as Sirius’s, but there’s enough that you make two small french braids with the front section of his hair, tying them together at the crown of his head. You think he looks fantastic, and he’d be lying to himself if he said otherwise. 

He wanders off after his hair is done with, clearly finished with the both of your antics. 

Sirius crosses his arms, giving you a haughty look, as if he doesn’t need attention from you. Really he’s dying for a kiss, for you to play with his hair some more. 

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, sweetheart,” you coo. He lets his arms drop, mouth ticking up at the corners. He loves it when you call him that. 

“Gimme a kiss, and a good one,” he warns, holding his finger up, “and you may have your way with me.”

“Oh, I may?” You scoot up towards him, hands planting firmly against the mattress on either side of his thighs. 

“Damn right, you may,” he laughs, completely enthralled with you.

You lean in, keeping your eyes on his—something else he’s fond of. You slot your mouth against his, finding the press of his lips to be warm and all-encompassing. Sirius has this way of kissing you, pushing his feelings outward and into you, letting you know how utterly taken he is. How much love he has for you. He makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world, like he will protect you from anything and everything. Nothing touches his baby. 

You try to pull away, but should know better. Sirius is greedy, always wanting seconds and thirds. And he gets them. Every. Fucking. Time. 

When he does let you go, it’s only to scoot further down the bed so that you can rise up onto your knees behind him. He likes it better this way because he can feel the heat of your body much more than if he were to sit on the floor. Being close to you makes him feel safe. Especially in a bedroom that has been a sanctuary from the rest of his home for so long. It’s better still with you in it. 

You comb through his mess of curls, and he tries his best not to groan each time you yank a little too hard. Once the knots are gone, you part his hair down the middle and separate it so you can braid each side. 

Sirius closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair, the way your fingers send a chill down his spine each time they graze his neck. 

He’ll never understand how good you are at this, how you could do it with your eyes closed if you had to. He’s watched you do it numerous times, weaving each strand underneath the other, and you’ve even offered to teach him how someday so he can put it up when you’re not around. 

He’s gotten the hang of a regular braid; he just likes it better when you do it. Sirius also thinks he has to keep his hair long forever, because he couldn’t stand to deprive you of this. 

He feels when you finish one braid, the weight of it resting on one shoulder as you begin work on the other. 

“Going to sleep on me, baby?” you question, noticing how quiet he is. 

“Of course not,” he quips, reaching around to squeeze your waist.

You hold the braid firm in one hand, using the other the gently grab his jaw and turn him to face you. You kiss him once, short and sweet, and Sirius doesn’t think he could be more content. More cared for.

“Enjoying this, Black?” You’re beaming at him, eyes alight. This close you can see the freckles on the apples of his cheeks, across his nose. They’re light, but they’re most definitely there. And they’re gorgeous. 

“You know I am. You know, I really think you do it because it shuts me up.” 

You return to braiding, weaving the strands behind his ear together as securely as you can get them. “You got me.”

Sirius chuckles, a warm and honey-like sound. It fills your every nerve with glee.

“I’m all done,” you tell him, sinking back down into the mattress and stretching out your legs, knees having started to ache from being in that position for too long. 

Sirius spins around, grabbing hold of your ankles and tugging so that you fall back onto the bed. He pulls until you’re where he wants you, his body between your legs. He braces his arms on either side of your head, looking down at you, nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. 

“How do I look?”

You yank gently on the ends of his pigtails. “Gorgeous, as always.”

He chuckles. “Oh, how you flatter me, my love.”

You snort, and he enjoys the sound tremendously. Sirius presses his cheek to yours, nuzzling into your hair.

“I love you.” He whispers it into your ear, and the rasp in his voice gives you goosebumps.

“I love you too, baby.” You whisper the response into his ear as he’d done to yours, and the action makes him so happy that he pulls away just so he can kiss you. So that he can kiss every square inch of your face. 

“Thank you for letting me play with your hair,” you say. 

He winks at you, smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to the center of your throat. “Anytime, my sweet.”

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Sirius x gn!reader (incorrect quote)

sirius: if there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until i get back.

y/n: of course, i can't flip this table by myself?????

[nightsmarish]

HELLO! Could I request a wolfstar x reader where the reader is really into makeup and maybe the boys love watching her do her makeup or Sirius want her to do his or they’re shocked by the prices of it haha idk just some things I thought were cute!! <3333

Poly!wolfstar x reader (Remus Lupin x Reader x Sirius Black) | 400+ words

A/n: I am so sorry this is so short. i see the boys as both wearing makeup frome time-to-time (siri more), so I wrote r doing Sirius' makeup before a party. Also a lil bonus at the end. And since reader wasn't specified as fem, I tried to keep it relatively gender neutral.

Tw: Sirius is mentioned as drunk, barty mentioned, Remus is a pathetically in love man

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When Remus walks through the door of the dorm room he shares with three of his friends (one of which is his boyfriend), he didn't expect to see you already there. 

Sat with Sirius (on Sirius' lap) on his bed. Two separate make-up bags with multitudes of products now splayed out.

The lycan walks to his own bed, next to Sirius' and drops his book bag down, catch both your attention.

"Hi, moony." You talk for the two of you, the hand you have on his jaw making it impossible for Sirius to talk. This is probably the quietest he has been the past month, not wanting to mess up any of your hard work. When you look over your shoulder at the taller boy, Remus notices the make-up you have on, likely done by Sirius. Considering how similar it is to what the boy often does on himself for parties. 

"Hello, dovey. Having fun?" The corner of his lips quirk up, looking from you to Sirius.

"Mhmm, I am." You turn back to your project on his face, liquid eyeliner in one hand, as you draw the smallest stars you can manage on his face. 

Remus can tell your shared boyfriend is having fun too. His hands on your hip rubbing small shapes as he looks up at you like your one of his most prized possessions. 

"Did Sirius do your make-up?" He takes a seat on Sirius' bed as well, favoring the area near the headboard where he can lean back and admire the both of you.

"Yes! Isn't it pretty?" You turn to him again, as if said boy isn't even there, showing Remus the make-up he did. And honestly, Remus thinks Sirius might be into that.

"It is, he did a very good job."

"Now, stop interrupting my work." Your smile never leaves as you continue doing Sirius make-up, and inadvertently making both boys melt even more.

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The work the two of you put in doesn't go unnoticed by others. Both having put on glitter before leaving to the part in the Ravenclaw tower, the enchanted lights have been reflecting colors off of you all night.

And despite the fact Remus has had to stop you and Barty from climbing banisters and convince Sirius to keep his damn pants on after too many drinks, he is so in love with you two. 

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Harry Potter (Marauders/Golden Trio)

Obey Me! (All the brothers + Diavolo, Solomon, Barbatos)

Haikyuu

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[moonstruckme]

Hey lovely!! Once again have been binging your page, and I saw you mentioned the lack of sirius in your request and I had this idea the other day! So it’s been like the longest day of classes and reader comes back completely slumped like ready to sleep a thousand years and sirius comes in to see her snuggled up in bed, his sweater on, and knocked out cold. Then he is all soft and wipes off her makeup (because half the time I fall asleep with it on and wake up w mascara smudges) and reader wakes up full of sleepy mumbles to sirius. Preferably female reader but if your more comfortable with neutral obviously do what you’re more comfortable with! Much much love to you and your writing 🤍🤍

Hi sweetheart, thanks for requesting!! Much much love to you back :)

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 895 words

Sirius very nearly sits on you. 

He thought you were out and was planning on waiting in your room for you to get back, but now he sees the evidence of your presence: your bag discarded in a heap by the door. You’re hardly more than a sliver of forehead and the tips of curled fingers sticking out from under the bedspread. He reroutes the second he sees you, straightening from his near-sit and biting his tongue to contain a curse. Your breathing is heavy and whistles slightly on the way in. You’re out cold. 

Sirius’ heart feels unbearably tender in the way it often does around you. He swears, when he gets like this even a toothpick would be a lethal weapon against him. He’s a boy made of mush.

He pulls the bedspread down so you don’t smother yourself, revealing your lovely face with tiny smudges of mascara caked under both eyes. And the collar of the sweater he’d found missing last week, the one you’d claimed to know nothing about. Sirius has every right to be angry about that. At least ostentatiously indignant, as is often his preference for dealing with your rare offenses. But the sight of you makes him more fond than is reasonable. You’ve pulled his sleeves down so only your fingers peek out, and the collar is all scrunched up under your cheek, and Sirius is fucked. 

He is absolutely, totally fucked. There’s just absolutely no way he’s got enough room in his heart for this much love. It very well might kill him. 

He keeps moving to give his heart something more productive to do. You’ll wake up feeling frustrated and extra lethargic if your eyelashes are sticky with mascara, and Sirius knows your routine well. He finds the supplies in your cabinet and barely breathes as he swipes the makeup remover over your skin with careful fingers, wiping away the traces of your day. It had to be a long one, to send you so deeply into sleep before the sun has even finished setting. The dying light illuminates your face while Sirius works. He tells himself it’s good for practical purposes as well as just making you look especially lovely. He can have both. 

Your eyes take the most persistence, and that’s when you start to rouse. 

“It’s just me,” Sirius says softly when your hand twitches up as if to feel for his wrist. “You fell asleep with your makeup on.” 

“Oh.” You relax impossibly further under his touch, voice breathy and dulled by sleep. “Thanks.” 

“Anytime, gorgeous.” He gets the last of the mascara off but isn’t ready to be done touching you, brushing the back of his forefinger along your hairline. “What’s done you in so early, huh?” 

Your eyes open for a moment, like you want to make sure he’s really there, before closing again. A pinch appears between your brows. “Headache,” you mumble. As if remembering your misery, your head sinks into his sweater like a chrysalis. 

Sirius’ brows pinch too, though your eyes aren’t open to witness his sympathy. “I’m sorry, lovebug. Did you take something already?” 

You hum in unhappy affirmation. 

“Hasn’t kicked in yet?” 

A halfhearted huff. “Or it’s not really helping.” 

He cards a hand through your hair, rewarded when the tension in your features eases slightly. “I’m sure it will, we’ve just got to give it time. Anything else I can do to help?” 

“Not really.” 

“Oh, come on, sweet thing.” He’s wheedling, covering a tad of desperation with a good heaping of teasing. “You know, I’ve been told that just looking upon me can cure a myriad of ailments. I’m like—what do the muggles have? Their god-human guy.” 

You crack an eyelid, the dryness of your expression undermined by a twitch of your lips. “Are you saying you’re Jesus?” 

“I’m saying that I’ve been told I’m sort of like Jesus,” Sirius corrects you with a grin. He rubs at a nonexistent smudge of makeup on your cheekbone. “So there’s got to be something I can do for you.” 

You release a great, heaving sigh, like your boyfriend is really asking a lot of you. But when you look up at him, there’s a familiar shyness there. “Do you wanna just lie with me for a bit?” 

“Baby.” The teasing leaves Sirius immediately. He softens like dough in your hands. “Of course I do.” He shucks off his shoes before shuffling out of his pants, knowing your rules about outside clothes in bed trump your occasional bashfulness when it comes to nudity. There’s nothing sexual about this anyway. You tuck into Sirius as soon as he’s close enough, and he brings his arms around you protectively, one banded around your ribs and the other curved over your shoulders so he can cup the back of your head. “Don’t be silly,” he whispers with faux malice, kissing your hair. “I always want to do whatever you’re doing. Are we going back to sleep?” 

“Maybe,” you hedge, but Sirius can already hear your voice stretching. You’re slipping away even as your head eases closer to him, your breath tickling his collarbone. 

He tries to match your languid tone to help along the process. “Sounds good, gorgeous. I’ll be here if you need anything.” 

Your reply is barely audible, but Sirius’ heart warms nonetheless. “I know you will.”