Fic Authors Self Rec! When You Get This, Reply With Your Favorite Five Fics That You've Written, Then

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Oooh dear

I honestly don't know what to put lol my writing's pretty okay but yaknow I'm just gonna put down a couple fun ones so here you go

Coming in at #5, I've got Rebel Black Boy! It's a pretty good one, I think. I've been thinking of reposting it as an x reader rather than an x OC just because people seem to like those more so yeah :)

Next at #4, we've got my The Linguist series (I say series but it's two parts and still unfinished lmao). I actually quite like this one but the reason it only gets 4th is because it's unfinished so yeah

At #3, we have Strings! There's a special place in my heart for rockstar!anyone, especially Sirius, and I also really like this story. Idk I think it's sweet

With #2 comes Favorite Photo! This was the second little drabble that I did and it didn't quite come out as good as the first, but I still kinda like it *shrug*

And speaking of the first drabble I did ... Lipstick Stains comes in at #1!! I REALLY like this one honestly, I think it's so cute. Just the idea of Sirius giving me kisses is enough to make my heart melt, and I just ashlkjdshafk

ANYWAY

I hope you liked this!! Please lmk if you have any ideas for rewrites for any of these or any of my other works OR have any asks/requests!

(also sorry for the late reply, I haven't been on my computer in a while)

Much, much love

~boricua

Favorite Photo

Summary: Sirius does the tiktok trend where there’s some fake dialogue at the beginning saying “why do you keep smiling at that one photo?” and then he shows a cute photo of Y/N

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Sirius Black x reader (no Y/N beyond the summary), modern!AU (only because there’s tiktok), headcanons

This trend popped up on Sirius’s for you page and he immediately wanted to do it

I think there are two possibilities with Sirius doing this trend

The first one is super sweet and fluffy, because we all know Sirius is Sweetheart™

He spends way too long scrolling through his photos, trying to find the perfect photo of you and him together

And that kinda turns into him just going through his entire camera roll and looking at all the photos and watching all the videos

He’s easily distracted lol

And eventually he finds a video that James took when they were at a party

James is quite drunk, but the video is surprisingly steady, and he’s walking around the party and finding each of the Marauders

Just for fun, I guess? James still doesn’t remember that party because he was really out of it, but that’s okay lol

And when he finally gets to Sirius, he finds the both of you laying on the couch with Sirius laying on your stomach, his chin resting on your chest as he just kinda stares at you

So Sirius takes a screenshot and boom, new favorite photo of the two of you

And of course, he’s got that lovesick look in his eyes at the beginning of the tiktok when the screen says something to the effect of ‘Why do you keep smiling at that photo??’, and the background music is probably like Billie Eilish’s cover of Hotline Bling or something pretty and soft like that (“Just like you!” Sirius insists, and everyone in the room rolls their eyes)

Most of Sirius’s followers (besides his friends, of course) follow him because he’s an absolutely GORGEOUS specimen of the human species, and you’re fine with that because, let’s be real, you agree with them

But when he posts stuff about you and him (which is relatively often) it’s always this sort of thing: lovey dovey and soft and sweet

And all of his followers go absolutely wild for it

They eat that shit up

Every one of them sees the both of you as their ideal relationship, and they all simply love you both immensely

Now, if you recall, I did say there are two possibilities

The second is kinda silly, but I think it still fits with Sirius’s personality

Because this time around, Sirius knows exactly which photo he wants to use

And it’s an absolutely terrible one

Not actually terrible, of course, because Sirius thinks you look gorgeous in every photo, and he’d never post any photo of yours without your express permission

But not exactly your finest moment either

It’s probably something silly, like you making a disgusted face at something, glaring at him after a prank, ugly-laughing at something one of your friends said—you get the gist

Maybe he’d post this one after the first one with something like “runner up” in the description lmao

Of course, it’s all in good fun, and if you were to perhaps come to him pouting once you see it, he’ll cuddle you to death and apologize and ask if you want him to delete it

He’s such a thoughtful little sweetheart <3

September

Summary: James falls in love far too easily.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, 1975-78, James Potter x Remus’s cousin!OC, non-Jily AU, imagine.

It was that time of the month.

Remus Lupin was curled up on the couch in the living room of the Lupin residence. He was wearing a large patched sweater, sweatpants, and thick wool socks despite the warmth of this particular summer morning; the sun was barely up and it was already quite warm outside. 

James Potter and Sirius Black sat on the opposite end of the couch, both with worried looks. They had arrived at the Lupins’ the night before to provide support—both emotional and physical—to their lycanthrope friend, but at this point, they weren’t sure what to do. Remus had a seemingly-unbreakable fever, and Sirius had been attentively dabbing away at his brow for the past three hours as Remus shivered under his layers of clothing.

“What should we do?” said James after a while, and Sirius sighed, furrowing his eyebrows anxiously.

“I don’t think there’s anything we can do,” he said. “He’ll be fine after the transformation tonight, but until then, all we can do is—”

Old wood floors creaked from the hall. James and Sirius looked at each other before their attention turned to the new arrival. 

Shuffling from the narrow hallway came what could only be described as a walking load of laundry. Blanket upon blanket was layered on top of a form—though the only way anyone could tell there was a person under it all was the two feet scuffling about in slippers and the pair of glasses similar to James’s that peered from under a winter hat and two upturned hoods. 

The pile of blankets dragged itself to the kitchen, where a delicate hand ventured out of the cocoon of warmth to fetch a mug, then a carton of milk, and finally a tin of something Sirius and James couldn’t quite catch. 

A solid minute passed in which the laundry pile prepared something in the mug before turning and trudging into the sitting room.

“‘M cold, ‘n m’cr’mps ‘r bad,” a small voice said from the depths of the pile, holding the mug out to Remus’s shivering form, who gladly took it. The blanket monster waved James off of the couch, who stood out of the way very confusedly, before taking his place and reclining over the expanse of empty space. 

Then, very suddenly, it opened its blanket-webbed arms.

Inside the blankets, there lay a girl around James, Remus, and Sirius’s age, who was wrapped in many items of winter clothing, much like Remus. The lanky boy wasted no time in taking a gulp from his mug—James and Sirius now realized that it was hot chocolate—and scrambling into the girl’s warm embrace. 

“Owww,” the girl groaned as Remus situated himself, and he froze, moving more carefully.

“Sorry, Ember,” he muttered, removing his elbow from her gut. The two lay there together, covered in blankets and in quite a bit of pain, leaving Sirius and James to stare at them as if they were completely foreign.

Finally, James was brave enough to break the silence. 

“What the actual fuck?”

~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

Remus’s fever eased up in the afternoon, and, upon a multitude of questions about the mystery girl he had been cuddling with all day, explained: she was September Jane Howell, Remus’s cousin (on his mother’s side; she was a Muggle, but she did know about Remus’s condition and the wizarding world), though she lived with the Lupins for reasons Remus didn’t let on. James and Sirius still weren’t sure how they had never heard of her before today—they had known Remus for nearly six years now—but they had enough sense not to pry.

James and Sirius stayed at the Lupins’ for a week, and James swore it was the most painful seven days of his life.

Despite their rocky introduction, September was a fantastic person. She was kind and very intelligent—not to mention the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life. Her short hair was occasionally tied up in two little buns, which James tried very hard not to find endearing, and her olive skin was completely covered in freckles that only darkened with the summer sun.

But James knew better than to fall for September. He was already in love with Lily Evans, and he’d be damned if he didn’t marry the red-headed beauty. 

~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

It was a year before James saw September again.

He, Sirius, and Peter were all staying at the Lupins’ once again to help Remus (and just to hang about) and, of course, that meant that September would be there. James knew—or he thought he knew, at least—that he had overcome his childish infatuation with Remus’s cousin.

But when James entered Remus’s house only to see September with her head thrown back, laughing at something Sirius had said— 

He nearly passed out on the spot. 

~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~   ~~~

Yet another year passed before James gathered the courage to do something about his interest in September. Lily had rejected him for what felt like the millionth time just before the winter holiday, revealing that she would never date him, ever—

—even if she were interested in men.

Although he was a bit embarrassed—he had been pining for a girl who physically couldn’t be interested in him for the past six years—James was barely sad. He had felt his crush on her dwindling for a while, at that point, and he honestly wasn’t even sure why he kept up the charade. 

Remus had decided to host a small New Year’s Eve party for his friends (plus September, of course), and all of the Marauders were invited, along with Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary, Alice, and Frank. Remus was usually very reserved, never one for attention, but with a lot of persuasion, Sirius got him to invite more people than just the Marauders. 

Everyone had arrived by half past nine with the exception of Marlene, Dorcas, and James. September was on Sober Friend duty with Remus since neither really fancied the idea of going without their wits for the night, and she was in the kitchen when James arrived.

She heard him before she saw him, though. James shouted a boisterous greeting to Remus, Sirius, and Peter, hugging each in turn, before saying hello to everyone else. (He strategically avoided Lily, still mildly embarrassed with the whole thing.) Almost immediately, Sirius dragged his best mate to the counter in the kitchen that was designated as the bar, and there she was. 

Time slowed in James’s mind as September turned, her hair falling perfectly over one shoulder. She smiled and walked to him, her hips swaying in an effortlessly sultry fashion under the skin-tight pine dress she wore. Before he knew it, she was hugging him, saying hello and offering him a red solo cup full of what smelled like fruit punch spiked with Firewhisky. 

Sirius hastily dragged James out of the kitchen and away from September, knowing immediately that James was in for it now. 

“James!” Sirius snapped in front of James’s face, trying to retrieve him from his dazed state, and, much to his relief, James blinked rapidly. 

“What?!” he shouted, slightly too loud, earning strange looks from a handful of people. “What?” he whispered harshly to Sirius.

“Mate, are you alright?” asked Sirius. “You saw Ember and just … blanked.”

As if he had forgotten, James remembered his recent encounter with Remus’s cousin. The way her lips curved into a smile … her shining eyes … her chest pressed against his ….

“James!” Sirius snapped in James’s face again. “Mate, stop that!”

“Shit.” James cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

Sirius chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve got it bad, Prongs.”

Lipstick Stains

Summary: reader and Sirius do the tiktok trend in which one partner covers the other’s face in lipstick stains.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Sirius Black x reader (no Y/N), modern!AU headcannons

First things first: Sirius is absolutely the one wearing the lipstick and covering your face in the stuff

The whole idea kinda started with him trying out your different lipsticks

And you tried to explain to him that when you first put on liquid lipsticks, they come off on things really easily

Like if you’re drinking something, the lipstick leaves a mark on the glass

And of course Sirius stubbornly pretends not to believe you, so you tell him to try it out

You meant on a cup or something

He did not take it that way

So of course, Sirius applies some liquid lipstick, holds the side of your face, and presses his lips very firmly on your cheek

Like he’s trying to stamp your cheek with his lips

Which I guess he is

And he pulls back and examines your cheek and sees that it did indeed leave a mark, and he’s unreasonably excited about it

So this turns into Sirius trying each and every one of the available lipsticks—even going to Mary and Marlene and Lily begging for more—and seeing if they’ll leave marks on your face

And at the beginning, you’re a bit flustered by all this because you really weren’t expecting Sirius to spend his day pressing bruising kisses all over your face and neck

But here you are

Covered

Covered

In kisses

By the time Sirius has the bright idea to actually film the tiktok, you’ve simply got this fond look in your eyes, and when Sirius purposefully smudges his lipstick for the tiktok, you reach up to fix it like it’s second nature

Sirius has got plenty of followers (mostly people who are completely enamored by him, and how could you blame them?), but the most common comment on this post is “do you see the look in their eyes when they look at him?”

Sirius’s First Encounter with an Electric Blanket

Sirius: ... What is it?

Y/N: It’s an electric blanket.

Sirius: ...

Sirius: A what now?

Y/N: *laughing* Like a regular blanket but it warms you up.

Sirius: With magic?

Y/N: No, with electricity, through the wires.

Sirius: Huh ... *watches blanket warily* ... can I try?

Y/N: Sure!

Sirius: *makes bed, switches blanket on, gets under covers*

Sirius: Y/NNNNNN, nothing’s happeningggg!”

Y/N: *laughing* You have to plug it in, silly. 

Sirius: Oh. :|

Y/N: *plugs blanket into socket*

Sirius: *makes grabby hands* Come cuddle.

Y/N: *rolls eyes, gets under covers*

*after a couple minutes*

Sirius: *gASP* HOLY SHIT Y/N ITS WARM UNDER HERE CAN YOU FEEL THAT MERLIN’S LEFT BALLSACK THIS IS SO COOL I-

The Rebel Black Boy

Summary: Neither Sirius nor Freya want to be here, but at the very least, they can find solace in one dance together.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, pre-Azkaban Sirius, blurb

Sirius took Freya’s hand and led her gracefully across the ballroom of Lestrange Manor. Mechanically, he secured her in his grip as the small string orchestra began again.

“How’ve you been, Fawley?” he asked in her ear, and Farah smiled at the sound of his voice.

“Alright,” she breathed out with some difficulty. “You?”

“Good, good.”

The two swept across the ballroom floor, parting the throngs of other couples like the Red Sea. There wasn’t a soul that couldn’t appreciate their grace, and no one dared interrupt such beauty as the two waltzed.

“Your corset is too tight.”

Sirius tapped Freya’s back gently, making a dull thump sound against the whalebone inside, then lifted her before continuing.

“Yes, well.” Freya sighed. “There’s nothing I can do now.”

“I could always loosen it for you,” offered Sirius. 

Freya smirked. “Merlin—what would my mother say if she caught the rebel Black boy undoing her prized daughter’s corset in a side-corridor?” she teased. Sirius rolled his eyes, a blush creeping up his neck despite himself.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he mumbled, spinning Freya before dipping her one last time as the piece ended. 

“I know, Black,” Freya said, standing up straight again. “I appreciate the offer, but my mother would kill me.” There was a dark flash of pain in Freya’s eyes before they went back to their regular golden-brown. “Thank you for the dance, Black. I’ll see you around.”

Freya pressed a kiss to Sirius’s cheek before striding gracefully to the ballroom’s perimeter, leaving the rebel Black brother blushing like a schoolgirl.