#sirius imagine

[sleyu]

thinking about how mean!bf sirius would have a hugeee corruption kink, he just wants to ruin your mind yk

idk maybe its just me

i think mean or not, it is definite that sirius black has a corruption kink and it unquestionably couples with his possessive nature.

just imagine mean bf ! sirius meeting you for the first time. you’re a timid, but undoubtedly kind individual who is meek next to him—fully aware of sirius’ notoriety in his personality and habits. he becomes so awestruck, he has nothing to respond to your unassuming questions aside from the occasional nod or gentle murmur.

he displays a calm, relatively friendly aura until the pair of you begin to become acquainted with each other and ultimately, begin dating. it is only then, that the mean teasing and snickers begin, and his heart bursts with joy at the sound of your bashful whines and protests every time he playfully slaps your ass or tugs your skirt, laughing and pulling you close to him, muttering how his actions are all in good fun and that he’d never let anything actually hurt you.

‘so bloody sensitive. y’know i’d rather die than let someone lay a hand on you, dummy.’

and of course, sirius isn’t stupid. he’s been having lewd, perverted thoughts about you since the day he met you. in fact, it was only the same night that sirius cast a silencing charm around his bed to hide the sinful sounds of him grunting as he fisted his cock, thoughts about bending you over the classroom desk polluting his already depraved mind.

since you’ve started dating, he reckons it’s time to manifest these fantasies into life, especially after noticing how your meek gaze has begun to linger on his broad chest and widen at the sight of his bulging crotch. his inner self beams with joy and crude anticipation every time he feels you pawing at his thighs, looking up at him in despair as if you’re unsure of what you really want or why the throbbing ache in between your thighs is only getting worse.

i think mean bf ! sirius would definitely become dizzy at the sight of you on your knees, hands gripping his muscular thighs, begging him to let you suck his cock or to fill your cunt up. usually he was the one doing the begging, but here you were, pliant, obedient, and desperate for his every touch. he genuinely has to sit down and stare at you while also controlling the immoral urge of forcing his cock down your throat, watching how your eyes widen and become teary as your throat contracts and chokes around his pulsating cock.

he genuinely cannot control himself once he sees you fully submit to him, begging him to give you the exact things you were too shy about even insinuating merely a month ago. it makes him feel so accomplished knowing that he was the one that made your brain all cloudy and fuzzy—that he was the one who got your cunt hooked on the feeling of his relentless, unforgiving cock.

‘sirius—my fingers—they’re not good enough—need your cock in me—jus’ want you to ruin ‘n abuse me—please da—’ as soon as you become close to uttering the last word, he’s already lifted up your skirt and forced his cock inside your aching pussy anyways, groaning into your mouth and fucking you ten times harder than he would have any other day.

‘slut—you’ve become a little slut—oh, fuck—‘n who’s are you, huh?’

it becomes the first time that sirius loses all sense of reason and caution as it has become evident to him that he’s irreversibly corrupted you into becoming just as disgusting and perverted as him.

‘nah, not sirius’, honey, you're daddy’s, yeah?’

‘gross fuckin’ bitch loves that, huh, puppy? you like it when daddy forces himself inside you like that, hm?’

‘hogwarts newest slut, yeah? but only mine, isn’t that right? only i get to ruin—fuck—this whorish cunt—mmm,’

sirius is so mean, he doesn’t even tell you when he’s about to cum :( he makes you cum and afterward, you’re a fucked out mess because he just doesn’t stop. your eyebrows begin to furrow and you can only manage to mumble a quiet ‘sirius?’ before he groans into your neck, breath all hot and heavy, and pumps you full of his hot, sticky cum. all you can do is whine and writhe beneath him as he pushes your knees to your chest and uses your cunt to drain his massive cock.

all the while, he’s reveling in the realization that he has just cummed inside you and that if spells and birth control were forgotten, it would be no surprise if you fell pregnant with the copious amounts of cum pumped inside your spent hole.

‘my dirty girl likes when daddy breeds her, doesn’t she? oh, don’t shake your head, pup, i know you like it—can feel you clench—god—around me right now.’

sirius gets so turned on when you confess that you can’t make yourself cum without him ever since the two of you started having sex. the image of you crying out in frustration at the feeling of your own neediness and the dull throbbing in between your sore thighs—incapable of doing anything without his guidance—makes his cock harden far quicker than it should have.

‘poor thing. my dumb girl can’t do anything without me, can she? your small fingers just aren’t as daddy, hm?’ paired with a faux, mocking frown because sirius black is an asshole that is very visibly ecstatic that you’ll always have to come to him to find a release.

and nothing fuels his ego more than having you beg him to stuff you full of his cum before class begins. he loses his mind seeing the effects of ruining your perfect, angelic interior. his once smart, goody-two-shoes, good-girl has become a conniving slut, her own cunt betraying any logic or rational thinking within her mind :( seeing his shy, perfect-attendance girlfriend begging him to skip class with her to fuck in a dingy broom closet is all it takes for him to bust right then and there.

[gtgbabie0]

-Sirius Black x reader

{Sirius is a little more touch starved then he thought, he just doesn’t know how to ask for help}

Short and sweet! Enjoy as always lovelies!! 💕

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Sirius wildly underestimated just how much of an effect you had on him. He was absolutely hooked on everything revolving around you. Remus and James often teased him for it, telling him that you had him wrapped around your dainty finger, which is somewhat true, not that Sirius would ever admit to it.

But it was still true nonetheless, his heart was yours, wholly.

Which means that in hindsight he most definitely shouldn’t struggle with asking for a simple hug, or kiss or even just to cuddle. But goodness was that easier said than done because the words seem to be caught in the back of his throat. It made him feel silly in a way.

You could tell something was wrong with him just by how quiet he was. Sitting as far away as possible, fidgeting with his hands as he focuses on anything but you. Sirius hates this feeling, whatever it might be.

You notice the way his eyebrows furrow together, how he nibbles on his bottom lip as if he’s deep in contemplation. He looks as if he wants to say something, but he stops before the words can leave him, he does this almost five times before you finally decide to say something.

You nudge his thigh with your foot, making him look over at you, “What’s going on huh? you've been really quiet” You ask, and he almost looks surprised that you even noticed.

He goes to say something but then he closes his mouth once again. There's a beat of silence before speaks again, “Nothing angel, it's nothing” liar, complete liar. And he knows, by the unsure look in your eyes, that you have caught on to his not-so-believable lie, that’s why he’s quick to stand up making his way to your kitchen, saying something about him being 'thirsty'.

He doesn’t want to confront the situation, or his feelings, he's always had a bad habit of bottling things up, in fact, he didn’t really want to think about it, so he avoids it altogether. But you catch on to what's happening pretty quick, the way he kept glancing over at you, how his hands were constantly fiddling with something. It was a dead giveaway.

So you follow him out to the kitchen, noticing that he's leaning against the countertops, his lower back pressed against the dark marble as he runs a hand through his hair with an almost frustrated groan.

You place a gentle hand against his shoulder and he sighs at the warm feeling. “Hey, come here” you whisper, softly smiling at the way his eyes light up as you hold your arms out for him.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his arms immediately wrap around you, holding you close to him and he swears his heart might just jump out of his chest. It’s pathetic he thinks, how you can make him feel like this, as if he might just crumble.

Your hands soothe against his back, “You should’ve just asked baby” you tell him as he buries his head further into your shoulder breathing deeply, and he feels like he can finally breathe.

“Didn’t know how” he admits and your hands cup either side of his face. Sirius thinks the embarrassment might just eat him alive, but then you press your lips against his and he melts completely at the loving feeling.

He loses himself, his heart blooming with warmth as he chases after your lips with haste, eager to feel you close to him as if it was the first time you’ve seen each other in years.

“Thank you” he whispers, as he rests his forehead against yours and you let out a breathy giggle as your thumb grazes against his cheek.

“Anytime handsome,” you tell him smiling at the way he chuckles, shaking his head softly. His arms circling around you once again.

You tug on his hand as you lead him back to the living room, pulling him down on the sofa with you as you both lay together entwined with nothing but love, and Sirius wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[axelsagewrites]

Sirius Black*Teasing

Pairing: Sirius x f! reader

Day twenty-two: daddy kink with Sirius Black – the word just slipped out one time but now it’s all Sirius wants to hear from your lips

Word count: 915

Warnings: daddy kink, dry humping, making out, neck kisses, getting walked in on, smut 18+

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Sex jokes were common amongst conversations with friends however the current running joke was taking a toll of the fabric of Sirus’s trousers. He had made the deadly mistake of having his friends befriend his girlfriend’s friends and now he was forced to sit at lunch pretending he was not flustered.

The joke in question had started a few days ago and had been torturing him since. Remus had scolded him for copying his homework for the third time that week. however ever the morning hater he was Sirius only came back with, “Whatever dad,” leading to a few giggles from your friend group.

“More like daddy,” you joked and then started the torture that was this past week. everything anyone did was met with a ‘whatever daddy’ ‘okay daddy’ ‘yes daddy’ from you, your friends, and even James on a few occasions.

While Sirius could not give less of a fuck what James said the way your lips wrapped around the word sent shivers down his spine and forced him to pull his baggy jumper down as far as it would go.

You were sat across from Sirius on his head, textbooks scattered across the sheets as James searched for his other sock. Moony and worm tail were away at the library while James rushed to get ready for quidditch practise. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” James teased as he grabbed his bag.

“Whatever daddy,” you said, rolling your eyes which only made Sirius clench his jaw tighter. James of course laughed and made his own daddy joke back before leaving.

However, as the door shut Sirius couldn’t stop himself, “Do you need to call everyone that?”

“Call him what?” you asked, looking up in genuine confusion.

Sirius sighed, his cheeks flushing slightly as he tried to remain calm, “Daddy. You’ve been doing it all week,”

“It’s just a joke,” you shrugged, flipping to another page before suddenly stopping, “Why you jealous?” you teased not expecting the way he huffed and picked up his book. “Hey babe I’m just joking,” you said quickly, moving to sit beside him, “What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t like it,”

“Why?”

“Just cause,”

You sighed, but settled in beside him, resting your head on his shoulder, “Okay fine, I’ll stop,” you said, reaching to pick up the notebook he had on his lap. Sirius went to snatch it, but you’d already lifted it, “What-oh,” you stopped yourself, biting back a laugh when you saw how the fabric of his trousers was struggling, “Are you sure you don’t like it?” you teased.

Sirius cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting pink as his eyes locked on the page he pretended to read, “I just don’t want you calling James that, or any of the guys,”

You hummed, moving to rest your chin on his shoulder so you could stare at his flustered face, “But I can call you it right?” you asked, your hand moving to rest on his thigh, “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” he said, his jaw tightening as you let out a slight giggle, “What- “Sirius stuttered as you pushed his book away, moving to straddle his lap and rest your arms on his shoulders.

“Cmon what’s so wrong with it?” you grinned, pushing his hair out of his face before adding, “Daddy,” to the end.

A low growled left his throat as his lips crashed onto yours, his hand moving to hold the back of your neck. Your hands soon tangled into your hair while his spare moved to grip your hip, squeezing the flesh over the skirt. “Only me,” Sirius said breaking the kiss, “You only call me that, you understand?”

You giggled lightly at his actions despite the serious tone in his voice, “Yes daddy,”

His lips crashed onto yours once more, this time his hands moving to slip beneath your skirt, grateful you’d already ditched your tights. You gasped when you felt his palm sting your ass before his fingers squeezed the soft flesh.

Your hips began to buck, and Sirius groaned when he felt you grind down against his hard on. His hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements till he was moaning against your lips. He couldn’t take it anymore and suddenly he flipped you, so your back was against the bed with him grinding against your core.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, helping him move so you could feel his bulge grind against your clothed clit. Your hands tugged on his silky hair making Sirius groan as his lips moved to kiss down your jaw.

“Fuck daddy,” you moaned, hoping for a reaction which you soon got as his hands slipped between your thighs.

He slipped them under the thin fabric of your panties, running his finger along your slit, “So wet for me already,” he praised, kissing along your collar bone, “Such a good girl for me,” his words sent shivers down your spine and when you felt his fingers rub soft circles onto your clit you couldn’t help but whimper a little bit.

“Sorry I forgot my-OH FUCK!” James’ voice screeched across the room.

You squealed as you shoved Sirius’ chest, sending him sprawling across the bed till he landed on a heap on the floor. As you yanked your skirt down from around your waist Sirius scrambled from the floor as James slapped his hands over his eyes. “Dude!” Sirius yelled. “Knock first!”

“My eyes! I cannot unsee that!”

[mediocre-daydreams]

𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

summary: sirius accidentally apparates into your bed instead of his.

w/c: 3.5k

notes: mutual pining, sirius is so jealous of jily, a few swears, suggestive moments, remus likes crosswords, soft! sirius

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sirius felt pathetic.

“i feel pathetic,” sirius whined, throwing himself on one of the potters’ cushy sofas. he buried his face in a decorative pillow and kicked his feet against the couch cushions.

“quit your little temper tantrum,” lily said, rolling her eyes. “it makes you look more pathetic.”

“which is shocking, because i didn’t think it could even get worse,” remus piped from his seat at the kitchen island, where he was doing yesterday’s daily prophet crossword.

“what’s a six-letter word and starts with an ‘s’ that could be similar to cowardly?” remus tapped his quill against his chin.

“scared?” said sirius.

“sirius?” said lily.

“hey, i’ll have you know that i am in fact a gryffindor, despite what my parents have to say about it!” sirius retorted, throwing his pillow at lily’s head blindly and missing.

“what the-” you were hit in the chest by a flying pillow as you wandered into the sitting room, looking for your friends. you identified sirius as the culprit. “are you serious?”

“why yes, i am!”

you rolled your eyes but with no real malice; instead, discarding the pillow to the side and flung yourself on top of sirius’ back with full force. he oomph’d at the sudden weight.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tucked your knees into his sides to pin him down. he protested meekly.

lily giggled as she watched sirius squirm under you as he pretended to be upset while you clung onto him triumphantly. sirius could’ve easily pushed you off, or even flipped you over, but he wasn’t going to complain about how close you were to him. no, sirius didn’t mind it one bit.

loud, thunderous footsteps could be heard bounding down the stairs as james made his presence known. euphemia trailed behind him, wary but amused.

“james, you can apparate now,” she chided. “why do you insist on causing such a ruckus every time you use the stairs?” 

“but muuuuum, last time i crashed into the clock and you were all upset. i’m just being cautious.” james smiled guiltily.

euphemia waved him off. “your friends combined make less noise than you do, james.” she sighed happily as she watched her mosh of children settle soundly into her home. remus was sleepily humming a muggle song, james had taken a seat by lily and was resting his head on her lap, while you and sirius continued to smother each other.

“remus, feel free to head upstairs anytime,” euphemia said sweetly. she looked towards your crowd. “and you all as well. there’s no rush, but it’s getting late and fleamont and i will be heading to bed soon.”

there was a chorus of thank yous as euphemia left, leaving the lot of you alone on the lower level. lily looked at you and quirked her head.

you nodded. “i think lily and i will start washing up as well; goodnight everyone!”

lily kissed james’ forehead. james’ blush was apparent even in the dimness of the evening.

sirius perked up as you slid off from his back with a laugh, hoping for a kiss too. the two of you were normally affectionate anyway, so it didn’t seem so demanding.

when you made no indication of giving sirius a goodnight kiss, he sat up and pouted theatrically. “what about me? can i have a kiss too?” he whined, pointing his chin at james, who looked smug.

you appraised sirius for a minute “hmm, let’s see. have you been a good boy today?” you tapped your chin like you were deep in thought.

sirius’ heart raced.

“i think so, yes,” you decided, stepping closer to the anxious boy. you pressed three fingers to your lips—it was better than nothing, sirius decided—and slapped him (gently!) across the face.

“there’s your kiss!” you grinned mischievously.

james and lily laughed, even earning a snort from remus, who was half-asleep already.

“hey, that wasn’t- you slapped me!” sirius stammered, feeling cheated. “look how nicely lily gave prongs his kiss! you conniving little minx!” sirius crossed his arms.

“ah, well lily and james are dating and we are very much not. you’ve got to be promoted to the boyfriend level to earn that kind of salary.”

lily nodded solemnly. “that’s true. and your resume must be strong, too. job offers can be very competitive these days, y’know? and your girl has a lot of applicants.” lily winked at you.

your girl, sirius thought. he liked that. “well, how can i apply?” sirius joked, looking up at you with raised brows.

you pinched his cheek endearingly. “oh sirius, you flirt. now goodnight, all.” lily took your hand and pulled you up the stairs, hushed whispers trailing behind you and the occasional giggle from lily. sirius sat on the couch, dazed.

“what in merlin’s name happened?” james hissed loudly. “what do you call that, pads?”

remus rubbed his eyes blearily and sat beside james. the two boys stared down sirius from their couch like they were courtroom judges and sirius was being interrogated. in a sense, he was.

“i- i don’t know! she just slapped me and then ignored what i said!” sirius exclaimed.

james shushed him. “you’re going to wake up the entire house!” 

remus sighed disappointedly. “are you two daft? she clearly thinks you’re flirting with her-”

“-i am!”

“-as a joke. you flirt with everyone, padfoot. coming from you, flirting is almost like… platonic behavior.”

“that literally makes no sense, you realize that, right?” sirius scoffed.

james hummed and shook his finger as he came to realization. “no, no. moony’s right-”

“-when am i ever not right?”

“-you flirt with all your friends. if you want to make it obvious you like her, you have to treat her differently. for you, that wouldn’t be flirting. it’d be more like…”

remus butted in. “domesticity, i think. little, genuine things that let her know you’ve been thinking of her. nothing too theatric; that’ll make her think you’re doing it jokingly too. you’ve got to be personal with her… vulnerable, even. yes, that’s it. you should be vulnerable. everybody knows loud, annoying padfoot-”

“-i am not annoying!”

“-but if you let her see you without all the exaggeration, she’ll know you really mean what you say.”

james and sirius looked at lupin, impressed. james shook his head like he was clearing his thoughts. “when did you become so wise, moony?”

remus smirked. “wouldn’t you like to know?”

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sirius couldn’t sleep. well, he was restless most nights, often plagued with nightmares or a constant stream of thoughts, but tonight he was simultaneously battling james’ snoring and remus’ rolling and shuffling around.

sirius groaned quietly, draping an arm over his eyes. he needed a break. with a quick breath, he apparated himself into the potter’s kitchen and poured himself a cup of juice, sipping quietly as he leaned against the counter.

living at james’ house was like living on the moon. at home, sirius never got to decide when he wanted to sleep. he wasn’t allowed to brush his teeth with his friends and get foam all over the counter, or nibble on a secret stash of sweets at midnight, much less leave his room to raid the fridge.

when sirius finished his juice, he wrapped up his late night escapade with a quick scourgify and a quiet sigh. once again, he apparated upstairs to avoid the creaky staircase.

sirius had made a grave error.

“what the-” you sputtered for the second time that night. “sirius?”

sirius looked down at your sleeping figure. this time, he was the one sitting on top of your body, though he was considerably heavier than you were.

“lumos,” you whispered. “sirius, what the hell are you doing here?” you tried to sound scolding, but your voice came out slurred and bleary as you tried to blink yourself awake.

“i- i don’t know! i tried apparating back to-”

“shhh!” you furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing him by the neckline of his shirt and pulling him into bed beside you. “you’ll wake lily! thank godric she’s a deep sleeper.”

you huffed, pushing yourself upright. while the boys were crammed into james’ room, you and lily were sharing the guest bedroom which housed two larger twin sized beds. there was just enough space for sirius to move off your chest and to your side.

“i’m sorry, i went downstairs for a drink and i must’ve apparated to the wrong place or something-”

“clearly! how on earth did you manage that?”

“i don’t know! i’m tired, alright?” he punctuated his words with a big yawn.

“you know,” you began, a smug look growing on your face. “you have to envision where you want to go when you’re apparating. thinking of me in bed, are you now?”

sirius gulped, burning with nerves at your close proximity. “n-no! i mean, it’s not that i haven’t thought about- shit, i mean- uh, i can go now, if you want.”

you laughed breathily. “you’re good, siri.” you yawned. “maybe… maybe you should stay here for the night. i don’t want you to splinch yourself if you’re tired.”

sirius chewed his lower lip, admiring the side of your face as you fiddled with the edge of your blanket. he was wordless as he tried to steady his breathing.

you turned your head suddenly with wide eyes and met his. “you don’t have to, of course! i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, i just thought-”

“no- oh no, i mean, yes! yes, i’ll stay. i’d love- like to stay. i appreciate it,” he smiled, eyes flickering across your face. you hadn’t realized how close the two of you really were; you could easily kiss him bump heads if you leaned in. of he shuffled a bit closer to you and his thigh brushed yours. “sorry, the bed’s a little small.”

your mouth formed a little O as you scooted over as well, making more room for him. “i hadn’t realized—here, you can have some more space. you’re bigger anyway.”

the two of you awkwardly adjusted as sirius slipped under the covers. he punched the pillow a few times and cozied into a comfortable position. his body faced yours; his breath fanned over your skin.

“hey,” you whispered giddily.

“hi,” he echoed, biting his lip to stop himself from smiling too largely. sirius’ face seemed to melt into something soft—it was a vulnerability you’d never seen from him—as he gazed at you. he almost seemed to marvel at you.

“you’re so beautiful, y’know?” sirius murmured, brushing a few loose hair from your face. when he was finished, he didn’t pull his hand away. instead, he let it cup your cheek gently as he began to rub little semicircles into your skin with his thumbs.

“that means a lot, coming from the prettiest boy i know.” you placed your hand on top of his, hooking his thumb between yours to stop the movement. “my pretty boy, hm?”

your eyelids fluttered. sirius wasn’t sure if you were fully present; you looked half asleep. still, your words made his heart flutter, even though he knew he shouldn’t take them to heart.

“my best girl,” sirius cooed, slipping his hand out from under yours to wrap it around your shoulder instead. he pulled you closer to his chest and you eagerly obliged until the two of you were completely pressed together. you sighed in contentment.

sirius pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “g’night, lovely. i- i love you.”

you responded with a soft snore.

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click! a bright flash and twinkling laughter made you open your eyes. you squinted at the harsh light—had somebody left the blinds open? you groaned, making a note for tonight.

you buried your head into your pillow, inhaling a deep breath of the potters’ laundry detergent. you knew the family was rich, but were they so rich that their detergent smelled this heavenly? they must’ve put some sort of spell on the bedding. it was rich; a little smokey, with notes of spice that reminded you of christmas cooking. you smiled to yourself, nuzzling closer. the potters were sweet to invest in something that’d make you feel welcome in their house. you’d never felt so at home.

click! another flash. a chuckle, but deeper and decidedly male. you hummed with annoyance at the interruptions.

your pillow was moving. did the potters enchant the pillows as well?

“dove?” sirius’ raspy morning voice mumbled into your ear. the vibrations tickled your skin and sent goosebumps running down your arms. 

“sirius?” you exclaimed. the ‘enchanted pillow’ was not a pillow at all, it seemed. it was your best friend longtime crush, whose body you’d been cuddling up to all night. well, shit.

“did y’get a good one?” james’ voice floated through the room.

“oi, shut up, prongs. ‘m trying to sleep,” sirius grumbled. he didn’t seem to care about the intimacy of your position. instead, he only tightened his hold on your waist and even brought his other arm to rest at the name of your neck, which allowed him to settle his chin on the crown of your head. you could hear—and feel—the steady thumping of his heart.

as you awoke, you became more aware (and more horrified) at how you’d fallen asleep. one of your legs was bent over his, and his hands were carded through the hairs at the nape of your neck.

“holy shit,” you muttered, pulling sirius’ hands off of you. “sirius, wake up. i think they’re taking pictures of us.” you looked up at james, lily, and remus. “-those little shits.”

“huh?” sirius jolted awake, his arm never leaving your waist. “what in merlin’s name-”

james snickered. “you two seem to have had a good night, eh?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“shuddup, prongs,” sirius retorted. “get your head out of the gutter.”

“sirius…” lily ribbed, pursing her lips in amusement.

any annoyance on sirius’ face vanished and was quickly replaced by pure terror. “oh fuck,” he grimaced, before throwing the sheets off his body and running awkwardly to the bathroom while adjusting his pants.

your face heated. lily came by your side, practically in stitches, and you squeaked in shock. james went jogging after sirius, yelling suggestive comments unabashedly.

“so, what was that?” remus probed, sitting on the corner of your bed where sirius had just been laying.

“he was wearing clothes, alright? stop- don’t make this weird,” you pleaded.

“we didn’t say anything about states of undress,” lily chided, looking triumphantly at remus, who sighed.

“what’s it to you, anyway?” you pushed yourself out of bed, fussing with your hair momentarily as you tried to tame your bedhead. “‘s none of your business.”

“oh, but it is. james owes me three galleons,” lily announced. “and remus is coughing up eight sickles.”

“you bet on me?”

“well, not on you, perse,” lily backtracked. “on you and sirius’ relationship. so technically, that’s not either of you. it’s a relationship. aaaanyways, remus thought you were going to get together before summer break, i guessed during the second day of staying here, and james guessed at the end of our stay. and i was right! well, i was a couple hours off. but i still win.”

you closed your eyes, unable to process the audacity of your friends. “you lot are cheeky assholes, y’know that?”

“oh, we know. but these ‘cheeky assholes’ have blackmail now,” lily smirked.

“or, photos and a good story for your wedding,” remus piped in. lily nodded her head eagerly.

“i didn’t take you for a romantic, lupin,” you mumbled, beginning to dig through your clothes and change out of your pajamas. “what time is it, anyway?”

“nine-thirty!” lily chirped, placing emphasis on each number. “we let you two sleep in. it was cute.”

“we aren’t cute.”

“aha! so there’s a ‘we’ now!” james cheered from the doorway. sirius had returned in his normal clothes, still looking a little flustered. you averted your eyes.

“‘m gonna change. goodbye, twats.” you shuffled down the hallway. as much as you pretended to be annoyed by your meddling friends’ antics, you smiled uncontrollably as you heard them interrogate sirius next, who did a much worse job of hiding his feelings.

feelings. were there feelings? and james’ question still stood. was there a ‘we?’

“i’m starving,” james whined, clutching his stomach dramatically. “if we keep pushing off breakfast, i’m going to be too weak for quidditch season next year.”

lily rolled her eyes. “you big baby. c’mon remus, let’s leave the toddler here and make something for ourselves.” lily linked her arm through remus’ and made a big show of trotting away, with james scrambling after them desperately.

when you came to the kitchen, your friends were still fighting playfully over lily’s taunts. “i am not a big baby!” james complained.

“you’re literally throwing a fit right now!” lily laughed, shoving him with her shoulder. you laughed alongside her as you watched james stumble.

sirius, though he’d always found james’ embarrassment to be funny, didn’t laugh. he was watching you, smiling hopelessly at the way your laugh seemed to pierce his senses more sharply than the brightness of the sun, noticing the way your body shook a little from the enthusiasm of your happiness, and staring longingly at your parted lips.

remus thwaked sirius in the back of the head with the most updated copy of the daily prophet. “stop staring like a fucking idiot and do something,” he hissed. sirius found himself pushed off his chair as remus slipped in with a pencil in hand, already immersed in his crossword.

“siri, y’alright?” you giggled, noticing sirius’ unusual quietness and the odd, hazy look in his eyes.

“yeah! ‘m all good.” sirius startling slightly. “thanks, dove.”

sirius made his way beside you and again, wrapped his arm around your waist. you shivered. “are you cold?” sirius asked.

“ah- no. you’re just- you make me nervous,” you said hesitantly. 

sirius’ words were slow, calculated. “in a good way or bad way?” he looked down at you and raised his eyebrows questioningly. he bent down and lowered his voice. “‘cos i’m really hoping it’s a ‘sirius black, you give me butterflies and i’m madly in love with your charisma, luscious hair, and gorgeous face,’ type’a way.”

“ugh,” you groaned, pushing against his chest playfully as your face burned. sirius only strengthened his hold on you. “you wish, black,” you sniffed, tipping your chin up at him haughtily. but then your teasing smile dropped into something intense and genuine. you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. 

so, sirius did the speaking for you. cupping your pointed chin in a delicate hand, sirius lowered his head until his lips brushed over yours—just barely. he smilled, his breath warming the planes of your face as he held himself still.

pulling sirius closer down to you by the fabric of his shirt, you dusted your lips across his for a fleeting moment. you pulled away almost immediately, panicking at what you’d just done. sirius shook his head, amused, and pulled you in once more, pressing his lips against yours firmly and holding you there, supported and assured, until you melted comfortably into his mouth.

“siri…” you gasped, pulling away. “oh my merlin, sirius?” you called, chewing your kiss-swollen lip as you watched sirius sway hazily in his spot. he was muttering silent words.

“pads!” james hollered. “way to go, padfoot!” he slammed his hand into the back of sirius’ head.

“ow, what the fuck, mate?” sirius rubbed the spot that james had attacked.

“you dog!” lily shrieked, running around the counter to throw herself at you and wrangle you around excitedly. it seemed that your friends were more passionate about the kiss than you two were.

well, that wasn’t true. the two of you were a bit too dizzy to appreciate the excitement of it all.

from remus’ position at the stove, two eggs came magically whizzing through the air and cracked themselves on top of james and lily’s heads.

“moony! what the hell was that for?” lily sputtered.

“i just did a hair mask last night!” james complained.

remus rolled his eyes, nonchalantly waving his wand over the pan of scrambled eggs he was cooking. “leave the two of ‘em be. i’m sure you’ll have plenty of moments to see them snogging in the future.” remus turned towards the two of you, looking bashful. sirius had given you his hand to hold and you were fiddling with his fingers. he looked very pleased.

remus sighed exasperatedly, before turning back to his eggs. “now you two get out! you’re killing my appetite.”

you and sirius looked at each other, and with bright, childish giggles, you ran out of the kitchen with sirius on your heels. remus huffed grumpily, waving his wand again to scramble the eggs, but unbeknownst to his friends, he cracked a satisfied smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟗𝟓𝟎

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝?

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞

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The venue was packed to the brim with fans waiting to enter and watch the battle of their favourite bands. You had taken a reserved spot at the back of the building, giving you easy access to bypass the crowd. You made your way inside through the back door, winding through swarms of musicians and crew members hurriedly preparing for their time to shine on stage. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for the subject of tonight’s interview: Sirius Black.

You eventually spotted the door you were looking for, labelled with the band’s name. You knocked without hesitation, waiting patiently for someone to answer the door. 

“Who is it?” A man inside shouted.

“Y/n L/n!” You answered back, crossing your arms.

You heard hurried footsteps thumping towards the door before it swung open, revealing the very man you were looking for. He leaned on the door frame, a cigarette hanging between his lips. He plucked it out of his mouth, leaning his head back to blow the smoke upwards.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of Miss L/n herself?” He spoke, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips.

“Did your manager not let you know that he had scheduled an interview for you?” You questioned, stepping past him and entering the dressing room.

“My manager? Oh, that guy. We fired him weeks ago.”

“Oh. Well we scheduled it last month, and I paid for this, so.” You stated, pulling your notepad and tape recorder out of your bag.

He shut the door, following you inside. “You paid to talk to me? Well, I’m honoured.”

“It’s my job. And you’re hot shit right now. Anyone would be stupid to pass up an opportunity like this.” You settled on one of the leather couches, setting your tape recorder down on the coffee table next to an ashtray full of extinguished cigarettes.

Sirius grinned with pride, taking the seat directly across from you. “I guess I am pretty hot. So are you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” You defended, flipping your notepad open to an empty page.

“But it’s what I meant.” He took another drag from his cigarette, this time not bothering to blow it away from your face. From the look on his face, it seemed like pushing your buttons was bringing him great pleasure. After a moment, he continued. “Alright, I’ll play nicely. Go ahead and ask your little questions.”

You nodded, clearing your throat and starting the recording. “As you know, I’ve already interviewed your bandmates before, so today’s questions will really focus on you. My first question is about the latest album you guys put out. What was the inspiration behind it?”

Sirius leaned back in his seat, resting an arm on the back of the sofa. “I mean, at first we were just fucking around, Writing random shit, as you can probably tell. Some of the songs were purely nonsense. Later in the album is when the lyrics actually mean something. It’s really just about life. Ups and downs, highs and lows. Things that we’ve experienced in our lives, things that we want out of life. We did a lot of collaborating on the lyrics for this one. Usually Remus and I take the lead with the songwriting.”

You jotted down his response, nodding along with his words. “What song would you say is your favourite on the album, and why?”

“If I had to pick, I love Midnight Melody. It literally came to me one night while I was sleeping, and I woke up and wrote it right away. It’s really about reminiscing on past relationships, which is pretty obvious. I’m not the best at hiding messages between the lines, so they’re pretty blatant.”

You continued to conduct the interview, asking him more about what he has planned for the future and other things about his music. Towards the end of the interview, he had succeeded in loosening you up, even sharing a laugh with you a few times.

“You’ve got quite the reputation, Sirius. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done?” You questioned, leaning in with anticipation.

Sirius chuckled, also leaning forward to lock eyes with you. “Oh, darling, you don’t want to know. I’m sure you know that some stories are better left untold.” His voice was low yet confident, sending chills down your spine. 

“Come on, Sirius. I’m sure everyone is dying to know.” You responded with a sly smile, hoping that he’d give in.

He shook his head, putting his cigarette out in the crystal ashtray between the two of you. “That’s all you’ll get out of me for today, Y/n. If you want more information, you’ll have to come see me after the show. Without the recorder.”

The tension in the air was suffocating, and his fixated gaze on you was making it hard to say no. Especially when he kept glancing down at your lips as he awaited your answer.

“I might just take you up on that offer.” You spoke after a moment, shutting off the recorder.

His grin widened as he watched you pack your things into your bag, heading for the door. He caught your wrist, drawing you back to him. “I’ll be waiting for you, Y/n. Right here, after the show.”

In the moment the interview felt so far behind you, as if it was a distant memory. Right now, all you could focus on was the way he was looking down at you, a glint of lust in his eyes.

“I’ll be here. Just make sure your bandmates aren't.” 

“Oh, I’ll make sure of it, sweetheart. And look.” He let go of your wrist, gesturing to the doorknob. “Lucky for us, the door locks.”

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innocent son

regulus black x reader, sirius black x reader

synopsis: regulus was a messed up person, but he made you feel just as bad as him

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“god, regulus!” you pulled your arm out of his tight grip and walked towards the door.

“no, no no.” he shook his head and slammed a hand down on the door before you even pulled it open, “stay, y/n, please stay with me.” his voice cracked slightly and you heard the rumble of orion’s voice from down the steps and you shivered slightly. leave now and deal with the consequences of the black family patriarch who had a creepy fondness for you.

you let out a huge sigh and paused. your lips felt dry as you thought. your parents weren’t expecting you home, you lied and said you were spending the night with lily. but you and lily hadn’t talked for weeks since the incident.

sirius was walking just ahead of you and you moved quickly to catch up to him, “black!” you yelled and sirius turned around, rolling his eyes as he saw it was you. “yes, oh my dear y/n.” he remarked sarcastically.

you laughed dryly, “i suppose that you can’t help me study for my potions exam? i heard you had a rather interesting talent for it.”

sirius stopped walking and smirked slightly, “and just who, told you that?” sirius looked at the planes of your face and took in its image, a small blush was on your face as you thought.

“your brother.” you whispered.

sirius’ smile fell slightly and he hummed, “oh.” and continued to walk.

you, were blissfully unaware of the friction between the two brothers. you had just met regulus the other day after your friend decided it would be a good idea to try her new bat off the field, sending a slugger to the back of reg’s head.

“what’s wrong?” you reached out for sirius’ arm and pulled him back. sirius looked surprised that you had pulled him back, and raised an eyebrow, “nothing.. nothing.” he gave a stiff smile and looked at the floor, “i’ll help you. hardly do i ever study but for you, it wouldn’t hurt for a few hours.”

you practically squealed in happiness when he finished. you jumped up and down, reaching up to peck his cheek, “thank you, you handsome man!” you yelled, and ran off, seeing a group of girls from the class and catching up with them.

you flickered between that memory and the pain creasing regulus’ face.

you pulled him towards you, and you held him, “i’m sorry.” you had overreacted, regulus needed you, and as much as you didn’t want to believe it, you needed him too.

lily, james, remus and sirius were all gathered in the gryffindor common room when remus finally broke the silence.

“and you said yes?” sirius nodded and james let out a bitter laugh.

lily looked between them all and shook her head, “y/n is sweet! i don’t really see the issue.” she looked at sirius who was avoiding their gaze, and shrugged, “she’s just a friend, right?” she asked but lily seemed to already know the answer.

remus looked at lily and sighed, “she’s friends with regulus, that already makes her tainted fruit.” james agreed and sirius stayed silent.

he didn’t know why he had said yes.

“at least she called pads handsome.” james reminded him and nudged sirius, who was smiling shyly.

“just study with her. control your emotions and that whole word vomit thing that you do that always works for you but you end up regretting it later on.” lily warned sirius who nodded, “yes ma’am.” he held up a hand over his heart and his other to salute her in a sarcastic jab. the two boys laughed as lily rolled her eyes.

sirius found it harder and harder to keep himself contained next to you. he was like a boiling pot of water, threatening to spill with every hair flip and coy smile you gave him.

but he knew that there was one thing that would suppress him.

“how do you know my brother?” he cut in awkwardly, as you were reading the textbook silently.

you stopped, and looked up, “my friend batted a ball at his head. i walked with him to the infirmary when he remembered me in potions.”

sirius nodded, letting out a silent ‘oh’ before he carried on.

“what do you think of him?” he prodded, and you shrugged, “he’s nice. everyone else doesn’t really seem to think so, i see him alone most of the time, but he’s really sweet. and cute.” you mentioned, “i guess it runs in the family.” you looked up at sirius, who was struggling to hold his words in. he had a look in his eyes that you had seen only a handful of times, always when you were alone.

“i guess it does.” sirius muttered absentmindedly. and as you looked up, you felt hands cup your cheeks, and sirius kissed you.

for a second, you were frozen, until his tongue met yours and you were entangled in the kiss. gripping his hair, you pulled sirius closer to you as he grabbed your neck roughly. you moaned into the kiss as you felt his fingers press into the nape of your neck.

days passed by and you had avoided sirius. horribly bad timing, that night as you had finally torn your lips off sirius, a flush of regret washed over you, and even more so when regulus saw you walking down the corridor. it was late, late enough to warrant detention, but regulus was hardly ever caught. he saw you, and pulled you into the shadows where he stood.

a slip of moonlight showed your face to him and regulus noted the swollen lips, clearly from kissing someone. he swallowed thickly, “holiday is coming soon. my pretentious parents want to go to france, come with me.”

a boy whom you had just met a few days ago was now asking you to crash his family vacation.

“will sirius be there?” you asked and regulus shook his head, “no.”

“then yes.” the words left your lips before you could even think. regulus held you for a moment before nodding, “thank you.”

regulus was in front of you. your hand was in his as you breathed slightly on his neck. the bed was large enough for the both of you, and regulus had hardly moved in the last hour, frozen in your embrace.

“reg?” you asked and regulus hummed quietly, “why did you ask me to france?” why did you drag me into this, you wanted to add but you withheld that question, knowing it would only make him freeze you out.

“he wanted you. i saw the way he looked at you, how he gazed at your hands, your face, even the way you walked.” he swallowed thickly, “i couldn’t let him have you.”

him. him? the thought passed around in your head until it landed on the most obvious.

sirius.

sirius who was utterly heartbroken to hear you were going with regulus on holiday, seemingly sealing your fate as regulus’ bitch, the boys had forbidden you to see him. lily had communicated the thought and you couldn’t even protest. you could’ve stopped the kiss, could’ve told regulus no. so many decisions on your part that seemed to be all a jumbled mess anyway.

so you swallowed your pride and nodded, looking at lily, “tell sirius im sorry.” you whispered and lily nodded.

she wasn’t your friend, none of them were. so why did it hurt so bad to be shunned by them for hurting their golden boy?

you had been rubbing your thumb on the back of regulus’ hand, which ceased movement as he said that.

“what?” you asked, your voice sounding suddenly very far away.

your hearing moved to a buzz, a harsh buzz that made you blink in shock.

“are you telling me, that because sirius liked me, you sabotaged me?” regulus was not good for you. you had come to terms with that. the boy had too much emotional baggage that it was nauseating. not knowing how to feel, you pulled away from him and sat up on your side of the bed. you gripped the sheets slightly and regulus sat up.

“it’s not how i wanted to tell you. but, i fell in love with you! sirius would’ve thrown you away like a used tissue the minute you opened your legs for him, he would’ve used you.” regulus hissed and you shook your head, “that’s not a decision you should’ve made, reg!” you stood up, and knew very well this was a screaming match in the process.

orion would most likely have to break it up, and walburga would have to sit with you until orion had sorted regulus out. this was all predictable because it always happened. regulus said stupid things, and didn’t care how they hurt you.

“you cant say you love me, regulus.” it had been just weeks since school had started back up since the holiday. “we have sex under the moonlight, both drunk and emotional and suddenly that’s love?” you referenced the last night of your trip in france. heavy on the neurotic, little less romance, it could’ve passed for a really bad rendition of romeo and juliet.

“yes.” regulus looked at you, his eyes were red rimmed and his hair was a mess, “i told you i loved you then, and im telling you now. i love you!” he yelled, and the doors down the hall cracked open and you felt your ears heat up.

you didn’t want to go through with this again. you couldn’t deal with the consequences.

so you shushed regulus, who was shaking now. you turned his back towards the door and you embraced him tightly. regulus didn’t question it as he buried his head in your shoulder.

orion had opened the door, “everything alright?” he had a permanent frown on his face. his disdain for his own sons was clear, but he thought you had changed regulus for the better, the frequent fights were just a bump in the road. he was convinced you would be married by the end of hogwarts.

you nodded and the door shut quickly.

regulus hugged you, kissing your neck, “i’m sorry. im sorry.” he repeated, “tell me you love me.” he whispered.

“i love you.” you exhaled.

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I Want You

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

18+ Minors DNI

~Marauder’s all live and Harry is basically a newborn~

“Y/n can you hold him for a moment?” Lily asked as she walked towards her best friend.

Y/n smiled and held out her arms, ready to hold the young sleeping boy, cradling him to her own chest. She was completely entranced by him, slowly slipping into her thoughts and out of reality.

Thoughtlessly she travelled through the Potter’s house and sat on the couch, not once looking away from Harry. She hadn’t realised everyone had sat around her until someone reached out to her.

“Hey n/n? You okay baby?” Sirius spoke as he gently laid his hand on her shoulder, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“Hmm?” She asked, now staring at her lover.

“I asked if you were okay, you’ve been stuck in your thoughts about ten minutes now.” Sirius chuckled as Y/n blushed, slightly embarrassed at how long she’d been in her thoughts.

“So when can we expect a little one out of you two eh?” James broke the silence, he was sat on the arm chair slightly to the left of them with Lily sat on his lap and his arms around her middle.

“A mini Y/n would be utterly delightful.” Remus spoke as he stared at the unmarried couple.

“We aren’t even marri-“ Y/n was cut off as Sirius spoke up.

“Whenever she says she’s ready, I’m happy to start trying when she tells me.” Sirius winked at her after speaking.

His words replayed in her head, all she could do was stare at him, Sirius never had stated he’d wanted children and now this?

Y/n stood and padded over towards James and Lily, passing Harry over to them before going to sit next to Sirius once again.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, angling herself to lie against him with her legs over his own. Sirius smiled and kissed the crown of her head, holding her close to him.

“I’m not sure when we’ll have children.” Y/n spoke softly, her hand that was held between her and Sirius unconsciously moving to hold her stomach.

Sirius took note yet said nothing, opting to just hold her tighter. Everyone around nodded in understanding, changing the topic to any and everything.

Time flew by as their laughter filled the house, the five adults not having a care about anything going on in the outside world. Some time after the sun had set is when Remus bid his farewell, hugging all of his friends and placing a kiss on Harry’s forehead.

“We should get a move on too.” Sirius spoke, nodding in Lily and James’ direction before leading you both toward the front door.

“We’ll see you again soon.” Y/n spoke, grabbing her coat and reaching for the front door.

“We look forward to it, stay safe and goodnight.” Lily replied.

Y/n and Sirius walked with his arm around her waist, holding her close. They stayed in a comfortable silence for a short while before she spoke up.

“I didn’t know you wanted a family.” Y/n kept looking ahead, missing the shock that crossed Sirius’ face.

“I didn’t either until I met you, I thought James was all the family I needed but then you waltzed in and changed everything. I’d give anything so long as it meant I’d be yours for as long as you’d have me.” Sirius stopped walking, turning to face the woman he loves as she also came to a stop.

“Siri what are you doing?” She questioned, rolling her eyes before gasping, covering her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

“Y/n L/N, you are the love I could’ve never asked for,” Sirius paused as he knelt down, reaching into one of his pockets, “I wish to spend the rest of our lives together, to make many memories, to travel and do whatever your heart desires, so please I ask, will you marry me?”

Sirius opened the little black velvet box, an antique ring that has clearly been passed down in the Black family, sat within.

Words failed her as she just nodded and leapt into his arms, kissing him passionately trying to convey her emotions into the kiss.

“I love you of course I’ll become your wife,” She radiated her happiness, “I have but one question, how on earth did you get this ring from your family?”

“Reggie.” He answered shortly, slipping the extravagant ring onto her finger, shockingly fitting near perfect.

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A few days had passed and they hadn’t yet told a soul, staying within the confines of their own home celebrating in their own way.

“Stop teasing please.” Sirius groaned, his hands tied to the headboard, their naked bodies grinding against one another.

She giggled in return, fingernails gently raking down his chest, leaning in she left soft fleeting kisses along his neck and jaw. Her hips slowly moving back and forth, his erection twitching against her heat.

“No, I like it when you beg.” Y/n whispered, sucking a hickey on his soft spot. Sirius’ moans filled the room, his hips bucking up into hers trying to get some more friction.

“Please Y/n, I fucking need you. Let me inside your tight cunt please baby.” Sirius whimpered as she lifted herself off of him, moving down his body and leaving kisses in her wake.

“Let me have a little more fun first.” She whispered, grabbing his cock by the base and giving it a firm squeeze.

His long length twitched once again, leaking some pre cum as she leaned in and licked from base to tip before taking his head in her mouth. Gently sucking and licking his tip she went no further than that, pumping the rest of him with her hand.

Y/n hummed and released his tip with a pop, crawling back onto his lap and pulling him into a fiery kiss, their tongues and teeth clashing as she lowered herself onto him, sitting herself snug onto his lap.

Sirius moaned as he finally got sheathed inside of her, the smallest of tears coming to his eyes from being so overstimulated.

“Poor Siri, let me make you come undone for me. I want you to paint my walls white.” Y/n whispered into his ear, licking the shell.

Sirius only nodded completely in a daze as she rode him, alternating between fast bouncing and slowly grinding. She was using him to chase her own climax and he knew it, revelling in knowing that and helping him reach his own climax faster.

Y/n held onto Sirius with one hand as she reached for her wand with the other, still riding him as she grabbed her wand undoing his binds before throwing her wand away once again.

“I’m close, make me cum.”

Her breathless pants and high pitched moans were all that left her body as Sirius flipped them, grabbing onto her hips and ramming himself inside of her at an ungodly fast pace.

His right hand slipping between their bodies and playing with her clit, drawing fast circle on it as he felt her pussy clench and throb with want around him.

His name leaving her like a prayer as she came around him, her legs shaking and even in her overstimulated state with her pleas of not being able to handle more, Sirius knew she could.

He didn’t stop or slow with his ministrations for a second, fucking her tired body straight into another high and still tubbing her abused clit.

By the time of her second orgasm, her clenching had Sirius spill himself into her. He slowed his thrusts down before coming to a stop, staring at her spent body before pulling out.

Watching his cum slip out of her cunt made him perplexed, loving the eighth and yet hating that it’s not staying inside and traveling to try and make a child.

Sirius groaned and reached between her legs and she squealed and tried to close them, his fingers pushing his seed back into her sensitive hole, making sure it is all out to good use before he leans down and starts lapping at her clit.

“Siri I can’t take anymore.. too much Fuck!” Despite her words she hand a smile on her face and spread her legs a little more.

“Oh I’m nowhere near done with you tonight my love and you will give me many more orgasms tonight.”

[mayleaorlaith]

Best Friend’s Sister | S. Black

Pairing: Sirius Black x Potter!reader

Description: Sirius never meant to fall for his best friend’s sister but he did anyway.

Word count: 5000+

Warnings: fluff, angst.

Sirius never meant to fall for his best friend’s sister but he did anyway. 

He remembers it all vividly, the moment he fell in love with her. It started off as a simple love tale - a love sparked by eye contact and ignited with a kiss. He remembered the small shy girl she was when he met her at the King’s Cross Train Station like it was yesterday.

James Potter was excited to start his second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

He had promised to meet up with his three friends who were already waiting on the train. What had stopped the boy from running on the train already was his little sister next to him. 

“Are you excited, sweetheart? Hogwarts is a great school. I am sure you will love it there,” your mother said as she kissed your cheek. 

With a wide grin, you nodded to her. James had told you everything there was to know about Hogwarts. 

You could hear him call your name from the train.

“I’m coming!” You turned to your parents and quickly kissed both their cheeks before rushing to the train. You barely could believe you were leaving Platform Nine and Three-Quarter for Hogwarts

James offered his hand. “Finally. We still have to find my friends.”

With your trunk behind you, you followed your brother down the many coupes. You had;t met his friends yet but he had told you the stories. Just like he did at Hogwarts he had also told everything he had done with his friends. How they started to prank some of the other students, and the detention they earned from it. He laughed about it and you couldn’t help but even be excited for the trouble that would occur. 

“James, slow down.” You hurried after him, dragging your trunk behind you whil James was already several feet in front of you. Again you called his name when he dashed into the next coupe. 

With a sigh, you started a little run after him but when you got into the coupe yourself James was out of sight. 

“James?” you called out for him.

“He is in there.” 

You jumped from the voice next to your ear. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the boy laughed. “But he is in there with my friends. You mean James Potter, right?” 

You nodded your head silently, taking in the stranger in front of you. “He is my brother.”

“Oh, you are his famous sister. I’m Sirius, his best friend if it wasn’t clear yet,” he introduced himself and extended his hand to you. 

He waited with a smile for you to shake his hand and after a little while you did. His smile didn’t falter when you still stared at him. You had heard about Sirius, James spoke very fondly of him. 

“Nice to meet you,” you whispered. You had to crane your head to look at him, not realizing yet how big twelve can be if you are still eleven yourselves. 

“Come on in,” Sirius said when he opened the door. James called you the moment he saw you. He introduced you to his other two friends, Remus and Peter. The only time you weren’t talking to his friends you were eating snacks from the cart.

It wouldn’t be a good day if the boys didn’t arrive late. Even in their fifth year they still manage to almost forget about breakfast in the Great Hall. Well, Sirius and James forgot. Remus and Peter were always the ones to remind them.

Today was no different. You could see them hurrying into the Great Hall. James his eyes searching for you from the entrance. 

Then Sirius pointed at you, finding you first. 

With a little wave, you beckoned them to join you, not that it was ever a question. Even after three years you were still always invited to their group. It didn’t matter what occasion, even if it was at dinner or at studying. 

The four boys arrived in their own way. Remus complained about almost missing breakfast, James told you that it wasn’t his fault, Peter greeted you with a hello and a sorry, and Sirius, Sirius threw his arm over your shoulder when he sat next to you.

“Good morning to you.”

“Good morning to you too, Sirius.”

“Please stop,” James groaned and when swatted his friend’s head. 

He could only laugh about it, leaving his arm still around you. “We weren’t even doing anything. Really, James, I think you need a new set of glasses.”

You joined Sirius’ laughter, covering your mouth when you saw the glare of your brother, but the little snickers still left you.

James wasn’t laughing, he didn’t find it funny how his friend was always flirting with you, even if Sirius denied it himself. 

Then you felt the arm around your shoulder slowly retreat from its position. Sirius gave you a smile but this one wasn’t as bright as his last one. Yours didn’t match either.

“Remus, how can you act like that book is more important than us? We are incredibly fun today and great entertainment for the world. I am shocked you don’t think the same as society does.”

Remus looked up from his book, his brows raised. “Who are you trying to convince here, Sirius?”

Sirius only smiled at him, taking up more of the couch in the common room. He wasn’t going to answer Remus. His point was already made when Peter and James started to talk to Remus waiting for him to put the book down. 

Then he saw you walk in and it was the perfect opportunity. 

“I’m sure James’ sister agrees with me.”

“Agree with what?” You asked so sweetly when you joined the group of boys.

Remus shook his head when he answered, “Nothing, Sirius thinks he is the center of the world.”

“You agree, don’t you, love?”

You didn’t have to answer, not when your brother hit Sirius with a book. “That’s my sister man.”

It was all so theatrical. How hurt Sirius looked and reached for his heart. How James threatened to hit him again. “Don't hurt him, James.”

He made a sound in protest when he felt you swat at his head. The book had fallen on the ground when he turned to you. “Really? Are we turning on me now?”

Sirius laughed and pulled you on the couch with him. “Of course we are against you. You hurt me.”

Your giggles filled the room when he pulled you in more, finally offering a bit of the couch to someone else other than himself. 

“I wanted to sit there,” James whined as he saw his best friend let his sister join him. “And stop flirting with my sister.”

“Whatever you say, Jamsie.” 

But Sirius wouldn’t stop, he enjoyed it too much. He wrapped his arms around you and wasn’t letting go any time soon. He made an agreement in his head that when Remus finished his book he would let you go.

There were many people that gave Sirius Black more attention than he needed. Next to his friends that watched him talk to some girls, you also watched him. A little scowl on your face that you tried to hide with a smile as you talked to Remus.

“I just think that with your notes I can be even better at Charms than I already am. Please, Remus.”

he shook his head. “No, you don’t need them and I know how that ends. Your brother always asked the same and he never studied if I gave it to him.”

“I am not my brother,” you quickly shot back.

“I know, but some traits are scarily alike.”

James dropped his homework and shut his books. He also carried a scowl when looking at his friend.

“See, scarily alike. Even when you’re both angry,” Remus said. 

“We aren’t” But again the two of you showed different when you said it at the same time. 

You folded your arms but the scowl you had carried disappeared slowly because of these amazing friends. They may have been James’ friends but they were also yours. 

Then you felt two pairs of arms wove themselves around you and the once bad mood you felt minutes ago had disappeared from you entirely. 

“Cheer up, buttercup,” Peter said with a laugh and you couldn’t help but giggle at the nickname he had given you.

You shook your head, laughing and grasping attention from people in the courtyard but you didn’t care. These were your friends that would cheer you up even if they didn’t know the reason. Even if they were James’ friends they showed friendship to you too. 

“Thank you, guys,” you said. “But I hate that nickname.” 

Peter laughed and let you out of his arms. 

Sirius had heard your laugh from across the courtyard, drawing him in every time he even heard a snippet of it. It was his favorite melody that didn’t need to be composed. He saw you joking with your brother, how Peter threw his hands around you. 

He balled his fist for just a second. He shouldn’t be jealous, he had no reason to be. You weren’t his and he was here talking to-

He was still talking to someone, a girl he had forgotten about the moment he heard you laugh. Sirius shook his head. “I’m sorry but I have to go.” 

Sirius wasn’t sorry at all when he joined his friends. Greeting them one by one, all in the same way. Except for you, you were always the exception for him. 

“Hello, love,” he whispered and kissed your cheek.

“Hello, Sirius.” 

James Potter almost didn’t want to invite Sirius to join him and his family for the summer holidays. he had seen the way his friend looked at his sister. Even when he told him she wasn’t his to flirt with, Sirius never listened.

But nearing the end of the vacation even he had to give in to the fact that Sirius Black hadn’t flirted with you as much as he did in school. 

It was as if the boy knew that this wasn’t the place and time to do so.

That didn’t mean he didn’t give you any attention. The three of you spend much time together, playing Quidditch, annoying either James or Sirius. Playing games with your parents. 

“I can’t believe we have to leave again tomorrow,” you said to the sky. 

Then a face propped itself above her. “You can sound a little happier.”

Sirius looked down at you, laying on the grass bed in between the flowers. 

“I am happy.”

He nodded at you, taking his own place on the grass. The flowers crushed beneath him but he managed to save one for you. He broke off the stem and placed it in your hair. 

“I am happy to go back, but I’m also happy here. A simple place, where nobody cares what I do or that I am James’ little sister,” you said and sat up, eyes still on the blue sky above you where clouds formed. 

Ever so softly, Sirius placed his finger on your chin and made you watch him. “You are so much more than that. If they don’t see it, they aren’t worthy of your time.”

He traced your lips, right over the cupid's bow, and stopped on your bottom lip. His eyes slowly reached yours, holding your gaze.

You had wanted this for so long. The moment you met him he was everything you looked up to. He was funny and a great friend. He made you laugh and he didn’t mind if you were down. He would lift up your spirits. 

This time you didn’t look away, you didn’t want to. 

Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt Sirius's hand on the back of your neck. Pulling you in. He didn’t need to do that, you were already pulled in at the attraction for him. Your whole body felt like it was lit on fire by the simplest touch. 

How quickly your whole body felt on fire, how quickly it turned cold from fear. 

You could hear James' voice from the house calling your name. 

He wasn't close and yet it felt as if you doing something wrong. You weren’t doing anything illegal but you knew his distaste for your flirting with Sirius. 

It felt like a betrayal, and it was the worst kind. Because you wanted this but the person you loved most didn’t. 

“We should go inside,” you whispered. 

He didn’t answer you and that might hurt more than the disappointment you felt before. But he did offer his hand to you, and he did pull you up. He made it hurt a little less when he kissed the top of your head like all the pain left in a simple sweet kiss you wished was so much more. 

•

All Sirius could think about were you on the grass, that flower in your hair. 

He was going to kiss you, he knew that you wanted him too. You would have moved away if you hated his touch. 

All he could think about now was you. At dinner he could only stare at you, wondering what your lips felt like. On the couch, he decided to sit far away from you.  

Now, looking at the ceiling of the room his mind was only on you. 

With a quick glance at James, he knew what he wanted. 

Sirius got out of bed as quietly as he could, making sure to miss the creaking floorboards when he went to the room next to his. 

He didn’t even dare to knock, scared to wake you if you were already asleep. 

Then the door opened and he had to swallow his scream. 

“What are you doing?” You whispered to him. 

“I came to see if you were already asleep.”

“I’m not.” 

Sirius nodded, licking his lips as he told himself not to stare. “I can see.” 

He caught himself staring at your lips again and this time he didn’t stop himself. He took a step forward and brushed your hair behind your ear. 

“James snores,” Sirius whispered.

You giggled softly, “He does not.”

“But that is what I’ll tell him in the morning, love” Sirius smirked at you, his eyes never drifting away from you.

He slowly leaned in. Taking one more glance in your eyes to see if you wanted this. To see if you didn’t change your mind but you hadn’t. He could see it. 

He could even hear it when you held your breath. 

Then his lips touched yours in a soft manner. 

First softly, cherishing your lips. Then the kiss turned hungry as if this was the last kiss you’d share. Maybe it felt a little like that on the last day before going back to Hogwarts. 

He kissed you until the breath had left his lungs. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

Your giggles were like a melody he played on repeat in his head. The one he’s play when you wouldn’t be near him and he needed a reminder of you. 

“Me too. Ever since I met you.” 

He led you to guide him into your room, he let you kiss him again. He would let you do anything to him if you wanted to. But this night wasn’t about more it was about everything you both had wanted all this time. 

So he kissed you again and he would kiss you when you woke up. He would kiss you till his lungs stopped. 

He pulled you next to him on the bed, holding you tightly to his chest. 

He wasn’t planning on staying the eternity of the night but feeling his muscles relax with you in his arms meant for him that he probably would. 

He kissed the top of your head before he too drifted off to sleep. 

Sirius had to constantly warn himself not to touch you. Just as close as you were to him, so were his friends. 

Even if you all were seated in the Great Hall Sirius made sure to keep his distance.

From the corner of his eye, he watched intently how you spoke to Remus. How EXTRA you talked to him. Your hands moved from right to left when you explained some of the games you had played. How you talked about how lovely the grass lay.

That made him smile a little. He remembered that as well. It wasn’t that long ago, two days only and he wanted to go back to that moment. 

Peter hit Sirius on his arm, grasping his attention. “What are you smiling about?”

“Nothing, just a memory,” he answer but the smile never left. 

He expected you to jump up when he laid his hand on your leg but you didn’t. You took his hand in yours. Your fingers intertwined together, that’s how you stayed there until everyone would leave. You slowly let go of his hand, fingers touching till the last moment.

Sirius held your gaze until he had to turn around to walk away. 

You waited a moment, still talking to Remus before you too excused yourself from the table. It was a poor excuse but for now, it was perfect because it would get you away without much thought. 

He was already so far away, probably thinking you wouldn’t follow him. 

James wasn’t by his side anymore, he had probably already left him to go to the Quidditch field for practice. It would be perfect to surprise him now, but you weren’t sure if he wanted that.

Still, you did it.

You hurried after him, making sure he barely heard you when you placed your hands over his eyes. 

“James, you know I don’t like being the one that is blindfolded,” he said to the hands, taking hold of them and stroking the skin.

He loved when he heard your laugh come from the person. He knew it was you, he had hoped it was you.

Sirius grabbed your arms and pulled himself forward with you, hoisting you on his back and taking you with him. He laughed when you cried out his name. 

“Put me down.” 

“Nope, princesses get carried to wherever they want to go.”

You dropped your head on his shoulder. “I’m no princess.”

“You’re right, but you are mine, love.”

The moment James came through the picture frame he saw Remus and Peter sitting on the couches. 

“Don’t bother,” Peter said as he dropped his papers. “There is a tie on the door.” 

“I don’t have time for a stupid tie. I need some help from you guys.” 

Both boys looked at him, dropping whatever they were doing. 

“I know my sister is seeing someone. She is gone most of the time, hurrying away from me. I need to know who it is.” 

“why?” Remus asked. “She is sixteen, James. She is going to date at sometime. Rather now while you’re still here, right?” 

“No,” James answered immediately. He ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t want to picture my little sister with some bloke. What if he is a Slytherin.”

Both boys couldn’t help but laugh at him. They too had suspected you were dating someone, at this point many people suspected it. There were some names going around but nothing to really tie back to you. 

“I need Sirius for this. He always knows what is going on.”

Peter looked at Remus worried. “He is in his room with a girl. I wouldn’t disturb him if I were you.” 

“And even if he did stop, which I wouldn’t bet on. He might not even know.” 

What Remus said went to nobody’s ears. James still walked the room, frustrated by the resistance of his friends.

 “If anyone knows it’s him,” James said and went to the room. The red and gold tie hung from the door knob. 

It mocked him, laughed in his face telling him not to enter. James wanted to but it was a rule they had set up. When the tie was on the door, no one may enter. 

In frustration he ripped the tie of the knob before going back to his friends. “Let’s go to class.” 

Everyone had noticed how Sirius Black got into class without a tie on. 

Normally he would get a lot of questions from his friends about his escapades in their room but this time, everybody took the high road and left him to his own business. 

It was almost normal to him if it wasn’t for James’ silent treatment.

“What happened to him?” he asked Remus, the one friend that somehow always knew the answer. 

“He knows his sister is shagging someone and he is grumpy about it.” 

Sirius only dared to hum. 

“You wouldn’t know anything about that, do you Sirius?” Peter asked as he dropped next to him. 

“No,” Sirius whispered. “No, I don’t.”

That was the biggest lie Sirius had told them, because he always knew everything about you.

•

“I got a present for you,” you said when you took Sirius’ hand. 

“For me? You are to kind.” 

With a giggle you took of the tie. “Shut up.”

He let you tie it around his neck. he just stood there, watching his view when you looked so concentrated on tying it for him. 

You only watched your own hands move with the tie but Sirius only watched you, your eyes so closely watching him. He was always easily enchanted by you. Every little thing you did was like magic. 

“You don’t have to stare.” 

“I’m admiring.” He didn’t doubt his answer for a second. It was the truth he would never hide.

You wove your fingers through his hair and stood on the tips of your toes. Kissing him always felt like butterflies. A constant flutter that wouldn’t leave until he was out of sight and even then some lingered. 

Your mind was captivated by him. Everything around you had moved itself to the background when you kissed him, the little groans that he made when he pulled you further against him. 

Even when the kiss ended your eyes never strayed from his, and Sirius could only watch you. But it was Remus that watched you both.

Remus normally enjoyed the parties he attended with his friends. He might have to watch them sometimes but he always enjoyed them. Except for this one. 

He wasn’t planning on having to keep secrets but now, after he witnessed Sirius and you, he had no choice. 

It did give him time to think. Everything Sirius did made more sense. How he would constantly gravitate to you. It was as if you were the sun and Sirius was blinded by its beauty and never wanted to see anything different. Every planet always turned around the sun and Sirius always turned around you, a constant pull he never seemed to mind.

Everything made sense now.

Sirius twirled you around, danced with you. he got you drinks and made sure that everybody that ever bothered you stayed away from you. He would always pull you closer if someone squeezed past so you wouldn’t fall. 

He would be the one to join you on the couch first when your feet are hurting. He would be the one that would talk to you when you don’t know what to talk about anymore. 

He was always there, and it took Remus to see you two to realise you were always there for him too.

You always made sure to check on him first if he wasn’r as talkative. You would search for him when he was missing. You would tell the boys off if he didn’t share their thoughts.

You would make sure he always got his breakfast if he was running late. There would be a new lie leaving your lips why he is missing. You always laughed more when he was around.

Remus couldn’t stand on the side any longer.

Sirius felt a tap on his shoulder dragging him away from you. 

“I need to talk to you,” Remus said over the loud music. Sirius nodded and followed him to the stairs.

“What’s wrong?” 

Remus checked the stairway before turning bsck to his friend. “You can’t keep this up forever.” 

Sirius’ eyebrows shot up.

“What are you talking about?” 

“I’m talking about you and James sister,” Remus said hashly. “I can’t keep your secret forever.” 

He saw his friend turn white by the realisation of everything. He saw hw he searched for words. “Look, I know how it looks but-” 

“I know. I saw. You care for her but you can’t lie to all of us about it. What if James found out and you didn’t tell him? You have to tell him you’re the one that is with his sister.”

“You’re the bloke fucking my sister?” James shouted when he pushed Sirius against the wall. 

“It’s not like that at all,” Sirius said when he pushed him off 

Remus carefully spoke his names. His hand already on his shoulder but James only shook it off. 

“So you’re not fucking my little sister? My sister, Sirius, really? You couldn’t find some other girl to share a bed with.” 

Sirius pushed James. “Stop talking about her like that!” 

“Why? It’s what you’re doing isn’t it?” 

Remus couldn’t mean anything to them. This was their fight, he knew that, he just wished it was one later. When it wouldn’t come to light like this, but secrets always found their way to the light when one least wants it.

“I am not just fucking her, james. I am in love with her!” Sirius shouted back, his hair falling in front of his face when he again pushed James off. “I have been in love with her since second year!” 

James stood back when he yelled at him. The words hitting him. It was ammunition James never expected he would feel.

“I love her and if you can’t accept that than that is your problem. But I know I want her, and I am not giving her up. Not today, not tomorrow. Never, James.”

It should have soothed him, to hear his friend truly loved you but there was still knaging feeling left inside him. It didn’t stop. It was the constant reminder that he didn’t tell him, that you didn’t tell him and now even Remus didn’t tell him. 

He had to overhear it. 

The didn’t even stop when james hit him, or when remues shouted for him to knock it off. It only stopped when you screamed James’ name.

“What are you doing?” 

There was no time like today that James heard you this mad before. It startled him for a moment until he saw how you checked on Sirius and not him. “I can’t believe you started dating my best friend.”

“That is what this is about?” you sounded confused. Something he hadn’t expected. “I can’t believe you. You hit him because he is dating me?  What is wrong with you?” 

He didn’t answer you. All he did was walk away. He had started a fight he didn’t want to finish tonight.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” 

Not even the voice of Sirius calmed you any longer. 

“Out of all the people in Hogwarts you choose him?” 

“Out of all the people in Hogwarts, you don’t want me to date your best friend?” 

James was starteed by your question. It was the last thing he expected you to ask him. he expected you to scream, to tell him he was childish even. he had anticipated many reactions but to counter his question was not one he expected.

“You don’t want me to date the one person that always looked out for me without you having to ask? The one person you knwo you can trust to treat me fairly, because he does. he treats me much better than I cuold ever deserve and he loves me. he loves me as much as I love him.”

He didn’t say anything more. All he did was walk away and you let him.

Sirius took your hand in his and puled you into him. “Come here, love” he whispered to you and kissed your head. 

You had laid awake the whole night. Your mind was still at yesterday. The moment you stepped into the common room you were ready to start the fight again. You would start it a thousand times if you’d have to. 

But the moment you stepped into the room you stopped in your track.

Sirius was laughing with James. As if yesterday didn’t happen. Like nothing had changed and in thats second you wondered if yesterday happened at all. The blue mark on Sirius cheek showed it did.

The moment Sirius saw you he ran up to you and kissed you right there. Like there was no care in the world and like no one was watching. 

“Please, don’t ever do that again. I might throw up from you two.”

Your eyes turned to James and the smile Sirius left on your lips left. “I am still mad at you.” 

“And you have every right to be, just like I had every right to be mad at you for keeping this a secret.” James let the silence hang in the air, giving you a moment. “I am not mad at you anymore, and I hope you won’t be mad at me anymore. Because I am truly happy for you.”

Sirius pressed a kiss to the side of your head, grasping your attention and nodding furiously. 

With a sigh you turned to James. “I might be a little less mad now.”

Your finger enterwined itself with Sirius’ as he pulled you along. He gave some of the couch up for you and let you rest against his chest while you laughed along them. Just like you did last year only know so much had changed and you loved it had.

[never-fair]

smitten || sirius x you

sirius's eyes bored into the back of your head as you looked ahead of you, pen scribbling away at the notes that you were clearly focused on. your tongue came peeking out just past your mouth to lick your lips, and your eyes darted back and forth from the board to your parchment.

to anyone else, he would've looked, well-lovestruck. with his eyes borderline hearts at this point. his hand moved from the side of his body to the desk, head resting on the palm of his hand. he sighed in content and coughed a little, trying to get the attention of yours.

you turned your head back to look at the black haired boy and tilted your head, silently asking him what he needed. he shook his head, winking at you and his lips quirked up into a soft smile. you blushed pink and shook your head as well, softly and your nose scrunched up a bit as you smiled too.

sirius's tongue poked out and his eyes crossed, making a silly face at you. anything to get that sweet giggle out of you. it was his favorite sound that came out of you. as pretty as the first birds chirp in the morning.

of course, you chuckled lightly and sirius's heart melted. yours did too.

though you felt a small pang in your heart as he did so, knowing he obviously didn't feel the same way about you as you did about him. you loved hi. adored him. he probably saw you as a friend. though you couldn't help but fall a little bit more each time his eyes glanced your way. you couldn't help it. it was his fault, really.

as you turned your head back to the board, he smirked to himself and turned his head towards james who was sat on his left. james mock puked at you too and sirius grimaced at him before flipping a ring coated finger his way.

james snickered and left sirius be for the time being.

♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

"he's so into you!" marlene exclaimed as the both of you walked into the gryffindor common room. the room smelt of wood and sugar most likely because of the recent hogsmeade trip or the outcome of some prank caused by the infamous marauders . you really hoped it wasn't the latter. you hated when sirius was in trouble.

marlene pulled you over to the sofa, hand grasping yours and your head rolled back in laughter as you shook your head no.

"he is, i swear! haven't you seen the way he looks at you?" she gushed, her hand letting go of yours to connect both of her own together. she made a dreamy face at the ceiling and you snorted.

"marls, stop it!" you giggled back, pushing her against the sofa.

"fine, fine," she said, her hands in the air in defeat. she only wished you could finally see it.

♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

now it was only you in the common room, marlene having retired to bed about 10 minutes ago. you sat on the fire and stared at the fire and though about what she had said. no way he really did fancy you, you thought and smiled softly at the thought.

"hey," a voice said, startling you. you turned your head to the right of you, recognizing the voice as none other than sirius black himself. you waved a hello back and motioned him to come over to you by the couch.

he walked over silently and sat down next to you on the couch, his shoulder grazing yours. you flinched and eyed him, blushing, before he took I upon himself to pull you in.

sirius took a small breath in, preparing himself to make the first move as he held you by the waist to softly carry your head to his chest. his hands stroked your arms and you blamed the warmth on your face on the glow of the fire.

his hand moved to your hair as he started patting it, slowly lulling you to sleep. your eyes started to close and he coo-ed in his mind. your mouth quirked into a small grin and you snuggled into hi chest a bit more, getting comfortable.

"i really like you, you know?" he whispered, when he saw you eyes closed, thinking you were asleep.

your heart was beating loudly. you were almost sure he could hear it.

"i like you too," you whispered back, this time really falling asleep in his arms.

sirius wanted to cry out of joy.

[shaynawrites23]

For your 200 follower celebration!

💋: I'd like one with with Sirius black! And the number... 58!!!

Congratulations to you on hitting 200! That ought to be a big achievement! I love your work BTW! Keep going!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Prompt: moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

Word count: 678

Warning: suggestive content, implied smut

A/N: im sorry this has been sitting in my inbox forever 😅 trying to stretch my writing muscles by doing a few blurbs before i write the longer requests, thought i'd clear out my inbox while im at it! whoever you are, anon, i thank you for the support and i hope you enjoy the drabble if you see this!

It started as a date. You haven't seen your boyfriend in some time, and the moment your schedules aligned, Sirius declared in his usual fashion that he was taking you out on a date.

In hindsight, you should have known it would end this way, and... maybe you wanted it to. You're dressed in the outfit he loves so much on you, smiled so innocently at him when he came to pick you up and ignored the way his breath hitched the moment he laid eyes on you. Or... well, Sirius believes you're only pretending not to notice.

He hasn't been able to keep his hands off of you all evening. A hand on your back, fingers tracing shapes on your thigh before he forces himself to let up on you slightly, hand reaching for yours, stealing a kiss every chance he gets... even as you leave, he has an arm around your waist, holding you close, smudging a kiss to your hairline paired with softly murmured words you don't catch.

And now...

Now, his lips are on yours before you've even entered your apartment; you're still blindly fumbling for your keys and have to push him away, just for a moment, else you're sure you'll be standing outside all night. He looks confused for a moment, and hurt, but then you're flinging the door open, tugging him inside with you by his belt loops, and the pieces click.

He kicks the door shut with his foot. You barely have time to register the dull slam of the wood before he's pulling you into him—or maybe you're dragging him closer by your hand on his collar—and he's groaning out a "fuck, so fuckin' pretty, darlin', my gorgeous girl-" before your mouths meet again, hot and greedy and wanting.

Sirius backs you up as he kisses you, strong hand gripping your hip. He knows the layout of your apartment well, too well for the way he bumps you against the corner of the dining table to be anything but carelessness. To his credit, he apologizes when you wince, hand moving to soothe the sore spot, but you've already forgotten about the incident, too lost in the way he's kissing you.

God, how you love his kisses. He has a way of kissing you so sweetly, moreso than you expected of a man like him, and that sweetness isn't lost even as his kisses turn deeper, hungry and impatient. Sirius kisses you like he wants you, like you're special, makes you feel like you're valuable, like you're worth it, and... and of course he does, you're all those things to him-

You're not given time to dwell on it, though, not with the way he's filling every corner of your mind. Sirius has quite the personality, too much for some, but you love him all the more for who he is. And right now, he's your breathtakingly handsome boyfriend who's leaning over you, pressing you onto your bed as he settles between your legs, and now your breath is catching in your throat.

"Merlin, look at you. My stunning girlfriend. Most attractive woman I've ever seen," he breathes when he pulls back to simultaneously catch his breath and admire you. You look like a work or art to him, a goddess, with tousled hair and kiss-swollen lips, panting and reaching for him like you miss him even though he's right there. He obliges, his weight pressing you further into the mattress as his teeth graze your pulse, his mouth kissing its way back up to yours. "Bet you did in on purpose, tryin' to test my restraint... darlin', don't you know what uou do to me when you dress up all pretty like that?"

Breathless and not about to admit you chose your outfit with him in mind, though you're certain he knows, you only shrug, and you feel his lips quirk into a smirk just under your jaw.

"Oh, gorgeous, I'm gonna show you just what it does to me."

That he certainly did.

[amourane]

HIHI I WAS READING ONE OF YOUR FICS WHEN I CAME ACROSS YOUR BLOG AND WOW YOU WRITE SUPER GOOD. And I wanted to send in a request if that’s cool with you! here I go!

Could I request Sirius Black with a Male! (or GN! I prefer a male reader if that’s fine!) S/O who’s very tall and is really popular around the school? bonus if they dress in alternative and emo/scene clothing ? maybe for starters, the reader likes sirius a lot and they buy him drinks, snacks, etc bc they don’t rlly know how to tell him that they like him? and then confesses randomly during one of their little hang out sessions ??

I understand if you can’t do this or anything, feel free to decline this if you’d like! thank you so much and have a good day/or night.

and what if i do?

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

genre: fluff!

w/c: 1k

summary: you and sirius black were enamoured by one another and everyone was just waiting for you to admit it.

warnings: none!

a/n: thank you so so much for the request! i tried to write it the best as i could, i hope you enjoy <3

There were many things that piqued Sirius Black’s interest but you were the most important. He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to you. Maybe it was the way your hair fell in your eyes or the way your laugh seemed to echo off every wall in the room or maybe it was the way whenever you looked at him he felt his cheeks flush a subtle pink. Whatever it was it drew him towards you as if he was a moth to a flame.

Sirius Black didn’t get crushes often but when he did fall he fell hard and that’s exactly what happened. He had approached you with the notion of copying some of your notes for Charms at first but when he saw the way your lips curved into that dreamy smile he forgot what he was going to say. 

There weren’t many times he went speechless yet whenever he was confronted with you nothing but a spew of incoherent mumbles would slip out of his mouth before he would disappear from embarrassment. His friends had teased him relentlessly at his newfound crush, mocking the way he would turn into a blithering idiot in front of you.

Unbeknownst to Sirius you had just a big of a crush. Every time he approached you you couldn’t help the grin that would tug at your lips. You had fancied him for a while and it made butterflies shoot in your stomach whenever his cheeks would dust in that pretty pink shade. 

You wouldn’t consider yourself popular by any means yet the majority of Hogwarts begged to differ. You never knew why so many people liked you but you guessed you drew attention to yourself in the best way possible. Your friends had tried to get you to understand the influence you had but you often found yourself zoning out to think about a certain boy instead.

It wasn’t long before Sirius finally mustered up the courage to talk to you without stumbling over his words. You simply watched the curly headed boy nervously try and initiate a conversation, a smile playing at your lips. It was out of character for the Sirius Black to act this way but you enjoyed it.

From then on a friendship blossomed. The two of you bonded over late night conversations and shared interests. The attraction between the two of you only grew stronger and everyone in Hogwarts knew about the mutual feelings you both had for each other, everyone but you and Sirius it seemed. 

It was in the late hours in the evening that you bumped into Sirius Black alone. You had been aimlessly walking back to your dorm after a study session in the library when you turned the corner to meet the face of the Gryffindor. 

“Hey Y/n, mind if I join you?” Sirius greeted you with a smile and the familiar expression made your heart flutter.

You couldn't help but return the smile, the corners of your mouth curling upwards. "Not at all. What brings you wandering the halls at this hour?"

He shrugged casually, falling into step beside you. "Just needed a break from the chaos. James was plotting another disastrous way to get Evans’ attention and I really couldn’t take anymore of his ranting. Plus, I figured I might bump into you." He threw you a flirty wink and you felt your own face heat up.

In the few weeks that you had known each other Sirius Black had definitely warmed up to you. Gone was the nervous nature, now replaced with a more flirty, more playful Sirius Black. Not that you minded of course. 

“Well it’s good that you did. I’ve been meaning to give you something.” You produced a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from the depths of your pocket, holding it out to him with a sheepish grin. "I noticed you like these, so I thought I'd grab you some.”

Sirius accepted your gift with a chuckle. “Merlin Y/n, with all these gifts you’re going to make me think you fancy me or something.”

You didn’t think it was possible to get any hotter. 

It was true. You had been showering Sirius with gifts, from chocolate frogs to bottles of firewhisky. It seemed as though your pockets were endless as you gave him a new present every day with a grin on your face. His reactions were your favourite. The bright smile and twinkling eyes. You loved the way he would look at you and it simply made your heart pound.

It started out when you had planned to ask him out with a bag of fizzing whizzbees in your hand but you chickened out last minute and simply shoved the sweets in his hand before darting away. Ever since then you had bought gifts in hopes that you would eventually tell him how you felt.

“What if I do?” 

The words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to even think about what you said. Sirius stilled. It was too late to take the words back now so you might as well go through with it. 

“What if I do fancy you? Would that be a bad thing?”

Sirius’ eyes widened and you saw the way his expression was momentarily caught between shock and disbelief. You held your breath hoping that the pounding of your heart didn’t give you away.

But then, to your relief, a slow grin spread across Sirius' face, his eyes alight with amusement and something else, something deeper and more profound.

"Well, in that case," He said, his voice low and tinged with a hint of mischief, "I suppose I'd have to say I fancy you too."

The world stopped. Your heart leaped in your chest, a surge of euphoria coursing through your veins. A feeling you couldn’t describe consumed you and you felt as though you were dreaming.

“You do?” You croaked out in disbelief still not fully registering what he just said. 

“Of course I do.” Sirius grinned and now you could see the blush that had made its way onto his face. “Godric, how could I not Y/n? You’re smart and funny and just…just really fucking incredible.”

His words allowed warmth to flood into your body and you beamed at him. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you as your lips met in a sweet and tender kiss. And as you melted into each other's embrace, you knew that you wanted to stay with Sirius Black forever.

[sleyu]

thinking about meanbf!sirius <3 visits you at work only to fuck you in the staff bathroom <3 speaks to you in french while you fuck because he knows you won’t understand what he’s saying and it makes you teary eyed <3 i love him so much PLEABS!!!

stop stop do you know how delusional this is making me . . . this is all i’m gonna think about when i’m at work.（；＿；）♡

i can picture him visiting you at work, maybe to pick you up after your shift ends, and him narrowing his eyes at one of your male coworkers that's being a little too close for comfort. when sirius comes up to you to take you home and your coworker protectively stands in front of you, he just stands there, feeling shocked for a brief moment, sneering before softening his eyes at the sight of you stepping towards him and hugging him tightly.

maybe it was the presence of your coworker entirely, or maybe it was the coworker asking you if sirius was simply your friend that made him want to steal you away every time you went on a break to fuck you stupid.

suddenly, sirius didn’t just visit your workplace to drop you off or pick you up. he began forcing you to text him the time you went break so that he could drag you to the staff bathroom for a nice, “quick,” 30-minute fuck. he practically has the bathroom code memorized with how many times he’s fucked you in it.

he would sit there for a while, clicking his ring-clad fingers against the table, bouncing his knees—doing anything to relieve him of his impatience. sirius would silently reel at the apprehension written all over your face and the flush on your cheeks as your coworkers or customers would speak with you. upon your break beginning, you could barely manage to kiss your boyfriend on the lips before he yanked you away to the employee bathroom.

‘why does he have to touch you so much, hm?’ he’d mutter bitterly, hastily lifting your skirt and pushing your panties to the side, simpering at the slick on his fingers as he dragged his fingers up your slit, slowly circling his middle finger over your gushing hole. ‘just touching you for no good reason.’

you would furrow your eyebrows at the agonizing feeling and hum in agreement with the man behind you. the hard porcelain of the sink was pressing painfully against your hips and your heart was beating rapidly, your mind only praying that people at work hadn’t caught on to the employee bathroom being occupied for thirty whole minutes nearly every day.

‘don’t know, siri,’ you’d mumble while sighing breathlessly, feeling flush at the sight of sirius staring at you intensely from the washroom mirror, studying your facial expressions while smiling in amusement at your bashfulness.

sirius would smile broadly at the sight of you sinking your teeth into the back of your hand, a useless and insufficient attempt in muffling your cries as he hammered into you from behind, watching you take the extra step to turn on the sink faucet to conceal the loud, echoing sounds of skin slapping as he thrust into you. he would exhibit a shit-eating grin, lazily staring at your eyes welled up with tears of humiliation at the lewd, moist sounds of you creaming around his cock with each rut.

sirius’s pace is unforgiving and relentless, and all the while, he would tug on your hair to jerk your head back so he could bite and suck on your neck, leaving bruised, mean marks along the side of your throat that he makes certain will show.

‘sluts like you love getting fucked in places like this, huh? just imagine what they’d think—your little friends,’ sirius breathed shakily, feeling his mind go numb at the feeling of your drenched cunt pulsating around his thick, throbbing cock.

‘does that git know what a fuckin’ slut you are for me? does he know that this cunt gets filled up every second of every day?’

‘‘s like you can’t get enough—fuck—i’m sure he can’t fuck you like this—oh—satisfy all your needs like me, yeah?’

sirius is the epitome of mean and truly does not give a fuck about what anything else thinks. he would purposely pull your hand away from your mouth, letting your moans spill uncontrollably from your mouth, echoing inside the enclosed space of the washroom.

he wants that “fucker”—according to sirius—to hear the way you lose your mind with his cock inside you. sirius would only laugh softly at the sight of your head dropping helplessly, tears spilling down your cheeks, lips parted with pants escaping them at the feeling of his cock brushing against the sweet spots inside your cunt.

‘need more. i don’t think i have enough time, sirius,’ you’d mewl. ‘please go harder.’

sirius would not care if this was cutting into your work time but he’s more than happy to fuck you harder and faster. he’s not stopping until he’s pleased and you're fucked out—eyes rolling back, and throat worn out from your loud moans. he could care less if your break was finished or if someone was banging on the door, begging to use the washroom—he’s finished when he’s finished.

‘cunts taking me so well, i’m definitely not stopping. ‘n i’m sure my girl doesn’t want me to either—not when you’re so close, yeah?’

and speaking of him talking to you in french . . . he knows you get off to his dirty talk, so him speaking in a language you can’t understand—hearing how you whine at the feeling of being unaware of his thoughts and his words only make the knot in his stomach tighter.

secretly, sirius is mumbling cheesy shit like, ‘i love you,’ or ‘you’re so pretty,’ to save himself from the embarrassment of saying soft things so contradicting to his fronting personality.

also, this is sirius. we all know that he’s working to the fucking bone to make sure he cums inside you and that his seed is buried deep inside your tight little cunt. without a doubt, he’s saving a little bit of his cum for your panties, cumming all over them, dampening the cotton fabric so that when you put them back on after getting dressed, your cunt would be stained and sticky from his seed, leaving you uncomfortable all day at the feeling of your wet, soiled underwear.

i think, if we are truly wanting to appreciate and hate the essence of mean bf ! sirius, i fear that he’s gonna pull out of you the very last second, when your one thrust away from cumming, watching and reeling as you sob at the lost contact, unconsciously wiggling your bum to entice him to take you again and help you find your release. he needs to make sure your cunt aches and longs for him, yearning the feeling of his long cock thrusting inside relentlessly.

‘no—fuck—please, sirius!’ you’d sob, shoving your head against his chest and hitting him weakly with your fist. ‘feel so empty, siri—please. it hurts so bad.’

sirius almost succumbed at the sight of your trembling pout and your longing, teary eyes. unfortunately, he persevered against temptation and pressed a gentle, tender kiss on your temple before pulling away and helping you get dressed again. he would coo and wipe away your tears, laughing to himself at the sight of your glare and your thighs rubbing against each other in an attempt to find relief and ease your aching, empty cunt.

‘when i pick you up, puppy,’ he’d pull you into a deep kiss, firmly gripping the back of your neck. ‘i’ll fuck you and make you cum as much as you want. good girls wait, yeah?’

[gtgbabie0]

Lazy morning

{mornings with Sirius}

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It’s early, 6am, and the sun is still rising casting its orangey light through your window, painting the small room with a comfortable warmth, and you notice the way beams of sunlight shine through the curtains like a beacon of light.

You look over at Sirius who is fast asleep, his cheek smushed against the pillow and his mouth slightly agape, you smile at the sight as you gently push his hair from his face tucking the black strands behind his ear, fingertips grazing against his cheek and you admire the small beauty mark that sits under his eye, how his skin glows underneath the suns warm light, it’s unfair that he still looks so beautiful in the midst of sleep.

You enjoy the silence for a moment, moving closer to Sirius’ warmth as his arm slings over your waist, and he mumbles something incoherent and you smile at how he shuffles closer to you, still completely dazed by sleep.

“Stop staring at me, creep” he mumbles against your neck, his legs entangling with yours as he urges you even closer to him.

You feel his hand dip underneath your shirt, his warm palms settling against the small of your back, “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring” you whisper, enjoying the way his fingers trace along your back and he hums in acknowledgment.

His nose nuzzles closer into your neck chasing after your body warmth and the ends of his hair tickle your skin, “You’re so warm” he says lips grazing against you and he presses gentle kisses to your neck down to your shoulder and you sigh at the loving feeling.

He continues to pepper your skin with soft kisses, from your chest trailing up to your neck then jaw, and finally, your face and you burst out in a fit of giggles trying to push him away, hands against his shoulders.

You glance over to your phone, it's already seven and there's a text from James, “We need to get up” you giggle at how Sirius shakes his head, “We can’t be late for James’ match, It's a big one today” you tell him and he groans against your skin, thinking about how cold it was outside the last time you both went.

“Five more minutes lovely, just five more minutes” he whispers with such a persuasive tone that you can’t help but want to indulge him and the way his hands rub against your waist down to your hip makes it even more impossible to move.

You know he’s a nightmare to try and get up, he could lay in bed with you all day if he had it his way, you had to bribe him out of bed.

“Sirius we really can’t be late, James will kill us” you giggle, trying to think of ways to get him out of bed, “Come on we’ll make breakfast together,” you say, playing with his hair.

He doesn’t answer straight away, still silently debating whether or not he wants to get out of bed, “We could make pancakes?” You suggest.

He watches as you get up, eyes trailing along your body, “Come on sleepyhead” you smile pulling at his hand, trying to get him out of bed, he lets out a groan as he reluctantly stands up following you to the kitchen with the odd complaint here and there.

“You’re a bully” he whispers, head resting against your shoulder as he stands behind you while you prepare the pancake batter, you roll your eyes at how dramatic he can be.

“Oh, a bully?” You laugh, and he nods against your neck hands dipping under your shirt to settle against your belly, “I’m making you pancakes at seven in the morning because I love you” you tell him and you can feel as he smiles against your skin, “I don’t think a bully would do that, would they baby?”

You move over to the stove with Sirius still practically glued to your side as you carefully pour the batter into the pan, “Yeah yeah, I love you too” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking over to the kettle to brew the pair of you some tea, maybe mornings with Sirius weren’t too bad.

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[sayoneee]

☆ LOOKS THAT KILL!

even after your rise to fame, sirius is still as determined to annoy you as ever (1.4k)

contains: rockstar! sirius black x fem! reader. references to motley crue. swearing. theyre americans sry. fake dating au

kashaf’s note: this is a very indulgent atrocity. pls dont flop

“THE TWO OF YOU are quite the rivals,” the tv show host begins, smiling wide—his teeth are almost as blinding as the studio lights glaring at you from behind him, casting a shine on his bald head. your eyes focus on the spot as he continues, almost leering at you, in his regular, oily fashion as his mustache—almost as if it gained a life of its own—seemingly wiggles at you. caught up in the distractions of it all, you almost miss the end of his question entirely, “how did this fearsome rivalry turn into the sudden whirlwind romance we’ve all been hearing about?”

the host plasters on a well-practiced smile, too plastic to be anywhere near genuine, and you’re reminded of why you cannot stand the industry and all the interviews that came with it. the longer you sit here, the more you regret saying yes to your manager’s sudden whim to turn yours and sirius’ mutual hatred into a cloyingly sweet love story in an effort to sell concert tickets for your upcoming (separate) tours. 

realizing that sirius was not about to grace the tv show host with an answer, you take the lead—your manager never said you couldn’t have any fun with this, so, eyes twinkling, you set out to ruin every shred of sirius’ infamous bad-boy persona. you leaned forward, adopting a conspiratorial whisper as if letting the host and the audience on a well-kept secret as if you weren’t a rockstar and there weren’t cameras picking up on your every movement, “well, i’ll have to admit, it took a lot for sirius to actually win me over. but i mean how many times can you say a man serenaded you, standing outside the window of your apartment in the dead of night with ‘my girl’ by the temptations?”

you leaned back on the couch, a self-satisfied grin on your face as the audience cooed their adoration, and the host’s expression morphed from one of shock (even this old geezer knew of sirius black’s reputation for stringing along a long list of broken hearts) into a more neutral one. 

you glanced at sirius, noticing him opening his mouth to reply, but you couldn’t have him ruin your fun, so you continued, “it was so sweet—i couldn’t even laugh at him, poor guy, we all know why he’s a drummer and not the singer.”

the audience burst into laughter, swept up and pulled in by your playful words and almost easy-going affection. 

sparing a glance at sirius, whose usual swagger and fuck-all demeanor seemed to be missing, you watched as he blinked twice, before settling back into his persona. the viewers at home and the current audience would later declare this to be an endearing reaction to your loud show of love; even your respective bandmates would believe the act. only your manager, having conducted the arrangement herself, would be privy to the truth.

you basked in your victory: sirius: zero, you: one; as short-lived as it was as sirius leveled a roguish grin at the cameras, and the audience, stretching enough for his band tee to ride up and a small silver of skin to be noticeable, before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, and shuffling you uncomfortably closer. 

“what can i say—only the best for my girl,” he shrugged, grinning so large, he was almost baring his teeth. 

the audience tittered, their amusement palpable, as the interviewer excitedly leaned forward, almost as if he was forgetting he was delving into the details of a relationship between two nineteen-year-old rock stars, “would you say that you’re head over heels?” 

“oh, totally,” sirius confirmed with a smirk, nothing short of self-assured, as he squeezed your shoulder, “i actually wrote a song of ours about her.” 

it takes all of your self-control to not grind your teeth right now and to reach over and slap him—his shameless promotion was going to jeopardize this stupid fake relationship and ruin both of your careers. you manage to keep your fake smile plastered on and your hands controlled. the silver lining in this entire ordeal was that this was a lesson learned for you because next time you weren’t going to mess around with any other rockstars—oh no, you’re swearing off rockstars, entirely. 

the tv show host leans forward, almost on the edge of his seat, making you shift imperceptibly closer to sirius, “now, come on, young man, don’t keep us hanging.”

sirius smirks again, his gaze lingering on you so briefly, you feel like you imagined it, “i wrote ‘looks that kill’ off our latest album about her.”

the host, far too caught up in unraveling the details of your whirlwind romance for any respectable aging old man, rushed to provide context, “for our listeners who are not yet familiar with the marauders’ latest album, it’s called ‘shout at the devil’.”

“listen, i know all you critics are gonna be like ‘oh that’s such a superficial song’ and all that bullshit,” here, the audience titters at the profanity, but sirius only looks faintly apologetic, running a hand through his messy hair, “but what i was thinking when i wrote was about the first time i met her and how i just kept thinking she was the prettiest girl i’d ever seen, even when she was yelling at me.”

he’s earnest—his expression almost looks raw, like he’s personally telling you all this—and the rare show of vulnerability from a rockstar as infamous is alluring. sirius even referenced the moment the two of you solidified your mutual hatred across the world of rock n roll—getting papped in the midst of a heated argument. his charisma is on an entirely different level that even you, like the audience, get swept up in his little show for just a minute, before you’re able to snap out of it.

the audience coos over the two of you, yet again, and you reach up to play with his hand hanging off the edge of your shoulder, not wanting to be outdone. you make a mental note to remind sirius that he definitely had potential as an actor if he ever decided to make an industry switch, even though you supposed he was laying it on a bit thick, trying to ignore the sudden burning in your cheeks and the warmth you felt in your chest. 

the host’s voice faded into the background as the applause of the audience washed over you, and you exchanged a knowing glance with sirius. as you stepped off the stage, the rush of adrenaline that had carried you through the interview began to wane, and you found yourself standing in the parking lot, the world around you returning to its regular pace. 

there he was, leaning against his suzuki, effortlessly cool, the helmet hanging nonchalantly from the handle. a smirk tugged at his lips, almost as if he knew you were both playing a dangerous game. he was an invitation for danger, and after dealing with him and his antics, you knew better than to get involved.

however, even though you knew better, you couldn’t help yourself. you never could, around him—like a moth drawn to a flame, you were always drawn to the temptation that was him. you approached him, feeling nowhere like the undaunted rockstar you were recognized as. 

you stared up at him as the sun glared down at both of you, casting a glint off his silver nose ring. the silence was almost as suffocating as the heat. 

“y’know,” you started, the desperation evident, and you wondered if he noticed, “you could make a really good actor if you wanted.”

“huh?” sirius blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your unexpected remark. his confusion quickly gave way to a familiar grin, the twinkle in his eyes betraying the mischief hidden beneath the surface. “yeah, i definitely put on the performance of a lifetime.”

you rolled your eyes at his reply, well aware of his knack for charming his way out of any situation. “where’d you get the brilliant idea to self-promote your album using the bullshit about writing about me? now lily’s going to be after me to do the same to promote ours.”

sirius let out a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture that was strangely endearing. the confident facade he usually wore seemed to fade, revealing an almost nervousness alien to him, “i guess i really am just a genius.”

you couldn't help but scoff at his self-assuredness, recognizing the teasing tone in his voice. he stared off into the distance, lost in thought. then, as if jolted back to reality, he turned his attention back to you, his grey eyes piercing and direct.

“do you wanna get out of here?”

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[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [SCATTERED 'CROSS] ❞

request by sweet darling @wisteria-cherry pairing: sirius x reader. summary: families are a tricky thing, sirius knows well. he comforts you about it whenever you need him too. content warnings: fluff, family issues, low self esteem. modern!au. word count: 900+

he hates seeing you like this, distraught, disappointed. your eyes red from crying even though you've stopped doing so before he could pick you up at your place.

you both had a date and as soon as you called him to cancel he knew something was wrong, your voice cracking up, the soft sniffling you tried hard to conceal and the fact you never canceled plans with him before. his reaction was to tell you he was coming over, immediately leaving on his motorcycle in his pajama pants and t-shirt, worry making him too uneasy to even care about changing.

sirius tried talking to you when he got to your place, but you refused to explain, telling him you wanted to go somewhere else. you felt so tired, so suffocated, it seemed the pressure you put on yourself was weighting on your lungs and ready to collapse. who was he to deny a ride anywhere to his girl?

after all, he loved getting the little pink helmet he bought specifically for you and getting you to put it on and the feeling of your arms around his waist as you intertwined your hands on his belly, holding him close as he promised every single time that as long as you kept hugging him like that, he would never drop you.

he led you to the kitchen, sat you around the big table, kissed your forehead and let you breath as he went around looking for snacks you could get a tiny bit of serotonin from.

"a'ight princess, cookies, iced tea and a very, very concerned boyfriend are ready." the food is set in front of you and he sits on the chair by your side, scooching it closer and positioning himself in front of you, your hands are softly taken by his warm ones and you can feel his genuine concern.

you almost feel silly for what you're gonna tell him, he's so kind and loving and and you knew he would never make you feel bad about your feelings. that worry was an automatic defense mechanism for you though, trying to make your sadness less of a big deal than it truly was.

"just... you know, my parents." you let out a deep sigh, he knew what it was already. it wasn't news for him how you felt pressured to always strive to the best as a way to get their approval, never feeling enough, always feeling like a disappointment. families were a touchy topic for sirius, the first time you brought the subject up he told you how they were the wrong ones and how you shouldn't care what they thought of you.

he learned soon enough that was not what you needed from him, you cared and you wouldn't stop caring and wishing to be enough. it had been so long since he cared about what his mum thought of him he almost forgot what it was like. he saw the way you were tearing up again, a few tears falling against your own wishes. the black haired man simply used both his thumbs to clean it up, lifting your chin so you would look straight into his eyes. "hey, hey. you parents love you, and they raised you, and they want what's best for you, right?" you nod into his hand, barely, "so you're more than enough for them. they might show it differently, they might see potential you don't, but they see you and won't ever be disappointed in you for trying your very best."

families are a tricky thing and it wasn't easy for him to navigate through that, his mother was downright abusive, the potters were loving, caring, but still sirius sometimes noticed how fleamont would push james to do more. how remus felt he had to do more to honor his mother. he could see how that type of pressure could lead someone to feel less. he hated that, you were not even close to less anything. you were a lot, in the best way possible.

he pulls you into his lap, hugging you from the side and laying his head on the crook of your neck, taking advantage of the position to kiss your cheek countless times, trying to show through his affections how easy it was to love you, to feel proud of you. he knew you for so little time compared to your parents and he could die by how proud he always felt, how endlessly in awe you made him by how hard you tried at everything you did. "the things i see in you, my love, aren't hidden in some sort of secret place. they are easy to see. to feel. i swear it's not me, it's you, and your folks surely see it too, a'ight?"

you nod again, not knowing how to respond such kind words from him, especially when there wasn't an ounce of hesitance while he spoke, he was so sure, it was a fact, not something he made up to comfort you only. how could you argue with that? if you could feel enough for other people, and if other people told you how great you were, how sweet you were... then your parents saw it too. surely, yeah?

his words calm you down, at least for now, it would be a long way before you could heal the self doubt you had when it came to your parents, but having him by your side... you knew you could do it.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟐𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝟒:𝟑𝟎 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭? 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

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It was late at night, and Sirius and the rest of the Marauders had gone out to attend a meeting for the Order of the Phoenix. He was gone most evenings, though he would usually return before you went to sleep.

You were laying in bed with a lamp on, writing a letter to a friend while you waited for Sirius to come home. It was already an hour past the time Sirius estimated he’d be home, and you were beginning to doze off. Your eyes began to close slowly, the quill falling out of  your hand as you drifted off to sleep.

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A crash from outside of your bedroom pulled you out of your deep sleep, causing you to sit up abruptly. You looked beside you, but the bed was still empty. 

“Sirius? Is that you?” You asked, standing up and heading towards your open bedroom door. The rummaging sounds stopped at the sound of your voice, and you peeked your head out of your room to check who was there.

Standing in your hallway was a young man dressed in all black robes, frozen in place. From his appearance, you could tell that he must’ve been no older than 18. His sleeves were rolled up, and there was a visible Dark Mark on his arm. Your face went pale at the sight, and your breathing picked up immediately. You stepped back, holding the door frame to steady yourself. Your mind was racing, and you couldn’t think of a viable solution on the spot.

The man pulled his wand out, pointing at you. “Don’t move!” He shouted, and his youthful voice confirmed that he must’ve been a new recruit to the Death Eaters.

You made a run into the bedroom, trying to get behind the bed before he could follow, but it was too late.

“Crucio!” He yelled, pointing his wand at you.

You collapsed to the ground in agony, rings of fiery torture flashing through your body. The pain was unbearable, searing bouts of pain wreaking havoc over your convulsing body. The man stood there, horrified at the scene in front of him. 

Just then, the front door swung open, and Sirius’ voice rang through the air. “Y/n?” Hearing your cries of agony, he dropped everything that was in his hands and rushed to the source of the sounds. He pulled his wand out, holding it out in front of him.

The young Death Eater turned to face Sirius, raising his own wand. Before he could cast anything, Sirius was able to act first. “Expelliarmus!” He shouted, causing the Death Eater’s wand to fly out of reach, hitting a wall and bouncing onto the floor. 

Giving him no time to react, Sirius casted another spell. “Incarcerous!” Multiple ropes shot out of the tip of his wand, binding the Death Eater so that he was unable to move. He fell to the floor, struggling in the ropes.

Sirius hurried into the bedroom, dropping to his knees in front of you. The stabbing sensation was beginning to fade, but you were still writhing in pain, curled up on your side.

Sirius had never felt so helpless: your screams were ringing through his mind, and he wished for nothing more than to be able to take the pain away from you. He would rather go through the curse a hundred times than watch you cry and suffer. He pulled you into his arms, cradling you as tears filled his eyes. He repeatedly apologised, holding your trembling body close.

As the pain finally ceased, you began to regain your senses back. Your ears were ringing, and your vision was blurry, but you were able to make out Sirius’ face above yours. You blinked slowly, exhaustion taking over your body.

“Y/n? Can you hear me?” He asked, his voice shaking.

After a moment, you nodded slowly. Tears were rolling down his face, and his eyes were full of guilt. 

You sat up cautiously, holding your side where there was still an aching sensation. He pulled you into a hug, holding the back of your head with his hand. “I’m here now. You’re safe.” He assured you, letting you release shaky sobs into his shoulder.

The panic returned, and you were wide awake again. “I couldn’t move, Sirius. It was excruciating. I’ve never felt such agony before.” You cried, hugging him tight as he rubbed your back. 

“What did he do to you?” He questioned, releasing you from his embrace and wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“He used the Cruciatus curse.” You replied, your voice almost a whisper.

An expression of both rage and sorrow flashed across his face. He shook his head, pulling you back into a hug. “I have to get you to St. Mungos. Do you think you can stand, sweetheart?” 

You let go of him, using his shoulder to attempt to push yourself up. After a few moments, you shook your head. The pain had taken a toll on your body, and you were too weak to stand on your own.

Sirius stood up, lifting you into his arms and carrying you bridal style out of your bedroom. The two of you were reminded of the presence of the Death Eater in your hallway when Alastor Moody walked through your front door. 

“Sirius. I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again tonight.” He spoke with his gruff tone of voice, striding over to the restrained man on the floor. 

“I’m taking Y/n to St. Mungos. Will you be taking care of this?” He asked, looking over at Moody.

“That’s what I’m here for. Crucio is a nasty one. Better be on your way.” He replied, taking his wand out.

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Once you were checked into a bed for the night, the nurse had given you a pain-relieving potion and instructed that you try to get some rest before leaving you for the night. 

Sirius sat at your bedside, holding your hand and rubbing the top of it with his thumb. You were exhausted, but you couldn’t seem to get yourself to sleep.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” He spoke, his voice dripping with regret. I should’ve been home. I let this happen.” 

You shook your head, turning it to look at him. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“How can I not? This shouldn’t have happened. I should’ve come home when I said I would. It should’ve been me, not you.” 

“Please, don’t say that.” Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill. “I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone. Especially not you.”

“I promise you, Y/n, I will never let anyone hurt you ever again.”

You offered him a weak smile, squeezing his hand. “You can go home, Sirius. No use suffering in that uncomfortable chair all night.”

“I’m not going to leave you. An uncomfortable chair is the least of my concerns. You should be sleeping by now. Close your eyes.” He pushed a strand of hair out of your face, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“I can’t. Every time I close my eyes…” Your throat tightened, making you unable to get the words out.

“Shh. It’s okay.” He stroked your hair, reassuring you. “How about I read you a book? I have your favourite in my bag.”

“You do?” You inquired.

“I always do. Just in case of emergencies.” He smiled, reaching into his bag and taking out the book.

“What kind of emergency requires my favourite book?”

“Clearly it was a good idea because it’s coming in handy right now.” He opened it to the first page, clearing his throat.

You smiled at him, turning onto your side to watch him read to you. The deeper he got into the story, the heavier your eyelids felt. Slowly but surely, his voice prodded you into a light but much needed sleep. 

“Goodnight, Y/n.” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before settling into his chair to try and get some sleep.

He quickly realized that getting any sleep would be impossible. The images and sounds of you screaming in pain were tormenting his mind, causing immense waves of guilt and shame to wash over him over and over again.

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The next day, you had been cleared to go home with the expectation that you would avoid any strenuous task and get plenty of rest. Sirius had been instructed to ensure that you drink the pain-relieving potions twice a day, and to keep an eye on you to make sure that you were doing alright, physically and mentally.

He took his job very seriously, staying by your side all day, even when you were asleep. By evening, he was looking rougher than you.

"Sirius, you need to rest too. You haven't slept at all. How about you take a nice hot shower and then come back to bed?" You asked, giving him a reassuring look.

"I don't want to leave you." He said, anxiety clearly shining through his voice.

"I'll be okay for a few minutes without you. You can even leave the bathroom door open if it makes you feel any better. Plus, you've casted numerous concealment charms on the house. It's nearly impossible for anyone to get in." You took his hand, squeezing it gently. "I'll be okay. Moody said it wasn't a targeted attack, so we don't have to worry about them coming back."

"I know." He sighed, nodding. "Alright. I'll hop in the shower, but I'll be quick, okay? No more than ten minutes. Call me if you need anything." He gave you a quick peck on the lips before nervously heading to the bathroom.

He undressed, starting the shower and getting in. He let the warm water run down his face, closing his eyes. Flashes of last night's events ran through his mind, causing him to struggle to keep his tears inside. He smoothed back his wet hair, putting his hands on the shower wall in front of him to ground himself.

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As promised, Sirius returned to bed with you in no longer than ten minutes. His eyes were clearly red, though he sat next to you as if nothing had happened.

"Sirius..." You spoke softly, taking his face in your hands.

He looked at you, tears filling his eyes once more. The expression on his face caused you to get choked up, so you pulled him into a tight hug.

"I can't get it out of my mind, Y/n. That feeling, that desperate, helpless feeling, it's plaguing my every thought." He said, his voice breaking. "And if I'm in this much anguish from just seeing you in that state, then imagining what you must've experienced is too much to bear. How are you able to remain so strong? After what you went through, the torture you endured, how are you so resilient?"

"Because I have you, Sirius. I feel at ease when you're around because I know of the lengths that you would go to protect me." You let go of him, putting your hands on his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I'm being so selfish. This is about you, not me."

"You underwent trauma last night too. Please don't invalidate your own anxieties because you think that I had it worse. The important thing is that we are here for each other, and that I'm going to help you through this just as much as you're going to help me."

"Losing you is a fear that haunts my mind. That is why I'm so anxious about this situation. The world is a dangerous place right now, and seeing you get caught up in it was like seeing a nightmare come to life."

"I know. Every day that you're out there with the Order, I'm scared of losing you too."

"Don't you worry, darling. I'm not letting anyone get rid of me. I love you too damn much to leave so soon." He smiled softly, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, Sirius."

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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 :,) 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭.