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✧With all my heart✧

{You give Sirius a ring and he doesn’t know how to accept a gift like a normal person}

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Sirius has slung himself haphazardly over the velvet armchair, his legs hooked over the armrest and there’s a cigarette that sits on his supple lips, and you watch as he stretches upward, using his elbows for support, he turns his head towards the open window as he blows out a cloud of smoke.

His position doesn’t look comfortable, but he didn’t mind it, it was better than you sitting in the midst of his cigarette smoke.

“You alright? You’ve been quiet” he asks as he flicks the bud of his cigarette out the window, standing from the armchair and walking over to you on the sofa picking up a cherry-flavored sweet that sits in a small bowl on the coffee table.

He plops himself down by your side, and he's close, close enough that you can feel his body heat radiating from him.

“Yeah I’m alright” you smile as he slings his arm over your shoulder pulling you into his side, his lips press a kiss on the top of your head, “Oh! I brought something for you” you smile and Sirius looks at you with a quizzical expression.

“You did?” He smiles watching you take a tiny red box from the small pouch of your backpack, excitement tingles through his body leaving a fluttering feeling in his chest.

“Yeah, I was in this old antique store with Lily yesterday and this caught my attention, thought of you” your voice is quiet with a sudden shyness.

His heart blooms at the thought of him being on your mind, he takes it from your hands, and you watch as he opens the small box you feel giddy with nervousness as his eyes widen with surprise, and your index finger picks at the sides of your thumb as you wait for a response.

Sirius looks at you with nothing but fondness in his eyes, his black curls resting against his cheeks, “You're proposing to me?” He teases with a fake high-pitched almost whiny voice, taking the ring from its cushioned box.

“What? No!” You shake your head trying to grab the ring from his nimble fingers as he doges your erratic hands, the nervousness in your body seems to dissolve as he stops to admire the ring.

“Just teasing you sweetheart” he smiles as he pushes the ring over his index finger, it has a black band and it’s embedded with red crystal, and it fits, you sigh softly in relief.

“You’re such a dickhead” you whine pushing at his shoulders as he tries to hug you, leaning his whole body weight onto you, and you eventually cave in as he wraps his arms around your soft midsection, "Honestly, you're so insufferable" you sigh, he's laying between your legs on the sofa, his cheek smushing against yours and his hair pressed against the side of your face.

“Mmm yeah yeah— all I’m hearing is that you love me and you can’t get enough” he smiles pressing sloppy kisses against your warm face, giggling to himself when you whine out in disgust.

“You only hear what you want to hear, Sirius,” you say and he feigns offense mumbling about how you're breaking his heart, his head resting against your chest as his hand creeps under your shirt his cold fingers tracing the soft skin of your tummy.

“Such a sap” you whisper your fingers threading through his soft black locks as he nuzzles into you deeper.

“Whoa, full of it today aren’t you angel?” He lets out a breathy laugh looking up at you through his ridiculously beautiful eyelashes that could make any girl envious, your hand cups his flushed cheek, and your thumb gently caresses the beauty mark that sits underneath his right eye.

“Thank you— for the gift, it’s beautiful- hope it didn’t break your bank” he winces at his words, he doesn’t know how to truly thank you he’s never been the best at receiving heartfelt gifts, especially from you and your lovely heart.

“You don’t have to thank me handsome, besides I don’t have a budget when it comes to you” you murmur pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You can sense the shift in him he goes quiet, and he hates the voice that shouts from the back of his head about how you deserve someone better, someone, who isn’t so complicated.

“I love you” he whispers so quietly you almost don’t hear him, his hot breath fans across your chest, “I really do love you” he mumbles into your skin and he hopes you believe him, he hopes you realize that he appreciates you and your gift.

Your eyebrows knit together in worry as you continue to play with his soft hair, “I love you more Sirius” you whisper resting your cheek against the top of his head.

Suddenly he’s sitting on his knees looking down at you with a completely baffled expression on his pretty face, and it’s almost comical at how animated he looks, “You couldn’t even if you tried my love— even if you tried your hardest” he says with a smug smirk his index finger waves in front of your face as you roll you eyes.

You like this side of Sirius, his playful loving banter fills your heart with happiness and you hope you can continue to provide him with lovesick happiness for the rest of his life, he lays back down on top of you his head resting against the crook of your neck, "I love you with all my heart" his lips grazing against the soft skin of your neck as you giggle at how 'cheesy' he's being.

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☾⋆AN//Hope you enjoyed my loves!! <3 {{Requests are open btw!}}

I cope by writing stomach-churning fluffy Sirius.

✧Chop chop!✧

{You cut Sirius’ hair}

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Sirius is sitting on the end of your bed, crossed-legged with his red acoustic guitar in his lap, as carelessly strums a soft melody, there’s a crease that taunts his brows as he tucks a stray strand of black hair behind his ear for like the tenth time tonight, and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of you when he lets out a huff of frustration.

“Do you want a bobble?” You ask putting your book down, he looks up at you his facial features softening.

“It won’t help lovely, s’got a mind of its own” he sighs ever so dramatically before running a hand through his raven locks, “Needs cutting, all it of it” and there’s a smirk that teeters on his lips because he knows you’re absolutely mad about his hair for whatever reason.

“Okay, that’s a tad bit dramatic Sirius” you roll your eyes and he laughs at you, twiddling a strand around his finger, “You’re such a wind up” you deadpan as he pretends to cut his hair with his fingers.

You move over to where he’s sitting on the bed, your fingers combing through his soft hair, “I could cut it for ya” you smile fixing the pieces of hair that frame his face, placing a gentle kiss on his cupid's bow.

“Mm not sure I trust you with my hair” he taunts studying your face for a reaction.

“I’ll just cut it when you’re asleep” you smirk before leaning into him whispering a threatening, “Sleep with one eye open love” he laughs at you, his eyes shut and nose slightly crinkled with a joyful expression and it fills your heart with love.

“Alright fine, you can cut it just contain yourself okay? My hair is my best feature” he jokes but you have an inkling that his words carry an underlying seriousness.

You clap with excitement as you jump off the bed running to grab some hair-cutting scissors, Sirius would be lying if he said seeing you this excited to cut his hair wasn’t making him just a little nervous.

“Okay!— come take a seat handsome” you wink patting your desk chair for him to take a seat, he walks over with a certain hesitation.

“You sure you wanna do this in your bedroom?” He asks sitting in the chair as you wrap a towel around his shoulders, you move to stand in front of him, hands on his cheeks as you lift his head up to face you.

“This is going to blow your mind, but there’s a crazy invention called a hoover that-“

He rolls his eyes as he pinches the fat on your thighs you stop mid-sentence yelping his name in shock as you slap his shoulder.

“Alright, smartass” he sighs hands settling on the back of your thighs as he pulls you closer to him, your fingers threading through his hair, “Remember to contain yourself sweetheart” he reminds you watching as you take the scissors with a smile.

Sirius holds his breath as you cut the dark pieces of hair, he sees them fall on the floor from the corner of his eye, which he quickly shuts as your knuckles graze against his cheek.

“Breathe, Sirius” you let out a breathy giggle, and he blushes when he realizes just how close you are to him.

close enough for a kiss, he thinks and his hand cups your concentrated face pulling you into him and stealing your lips in a loving kiss, you gasp in surprise which only makes him laugh.

“Sirius you idiot, I could’ve- mm” and before you can finish complaining he pulls you back into him, his lip’s crashing against yours, his hand still squeezing your things.

You pull away suddenly feeling very warm, “Pack it in before I cut all your hair off” you warn him giggling as he makes a kissy face to you, you press one last kiss to his cheek, “Now behave” you smile as you continue to cut his hair.

It takes a little under an hour when you're finally done and you look at him admiring your work, his hair now sitting neatly just above his shoulders, and it frames his pretty face beautifully and you can’t lie you’re quite proud of yourself.

“Do I still look handsome?” He asks looking up at your proud smile, his fingers push through his hair the short length feels odd.

“Oh drop-dead gorgeous” you smile bringing a mirror to his face you watch as he checks himself out, nodding in approval with an impressed look on his face.

“Huh, should’ve more trust in you sweetheart” and perhaps Sirius has found himself a new hairdresser.

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☾⋆AN/ Hope you enjoyed my loves! <3

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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Take a little break

{Sirius convinces you to take a break and you end up sharing your first kiss}

Hope you enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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Routine was something you found solace in, a day constructed by steps where everything fell into place, you couldn’t think of any other way to live, that was until you met Sirius Black who seemed to live the exact opposite, he called it ‘living in the moment' a concept that you had a hard time adjusting to.

But you tried even if it felt so impossible, you lived in the moment with him and you slowly learned to love it, the spontaneity of life with Sirius was so freeing, he taught you a lot of things about yourself that you couldn’t even begin to imagine as you did for him.

Loving him was the easiest part of it all, his laughter and soft touches, he made you feel so adored without fail constantly, it became hard to find flaws within yourself with the way he looks at you as if you were an angel sent from the heavens above and to him you are, you’re his angel.

Even when your sleeves are rolled up as you scribble down notes, papers sprawled across the table, he’s completely enamoured by you and the way your nose scrunches up slightly as you concentrate, or the way your purse your lips, god, he wants to kiss you so bad.

He’s been waiting for a little over half an hour for you to be done working but then again he thinks he’d wait for days with how pretty you look, the way the evening sun seeps into the room settling against your skin, angelic, he thinks.

He reaches over to hold your free hand, “You should take a break, angel” he tries for the fourth time tonight, with the hope that you might just actually listen to him this time.

“I can’t- I need to get this done” you mumble completely wrapped up in your own work as you reach over to another book, you start to read through the contents.

He leans back into his chair, his fingers tapping against the wooden table to the melody of old eighties songs you have playing on your phone, and he frowns at the obvious stress that envelopes you.

Sirius racks his brain trying to think of ways to get you to take a break, anything to stop that crease between your brows and the stress that settles in your eyes.

He moves his chair to sit beside you, a hand on your thigh as he watches you write notes, “When does it need to be handed in?” He asks softly, watching as you nibble the inside of your lip.

You look over at him, “Next week, Friday” you shyly tell him, going back to writing, and you hear him let out an audible sigh.

It was only Sunday, you had all week and the next to get this done but you were dead set on completing it now and your stubborn mind was nothing but relentless, you just had to get it done.

“Angel, you’ve got two weeks to do this, you can’t just do it all in one sitting,” he says, his tone is so caring it makes your chest flutter, “Come on, let’s go do something”

You purse your lips as you look down at the work then back to Sirius, you know he’s right you haven’t moved for what felt like hours and you’re in desperate need of a break, but that little voice in the back of your head is just so persistent.

“I can’t Sirius I just need to get this out of the way” you sigh, feeling a little guilty at the way his shoulders drop.

He takes your hand lifting it to his mouth as he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “Please?” He whispers and you can’t help but giggle at the way he pouts, the hopeful glint that flashes through his eyes, and you just can’t say no to him.

“What would we even do?” You ask smiling at how his eyes widen softly with shock, the relief that washes over him as you finally give in.

He hums as he thinks about the question, “We should go for a walk, get some air, then food?” He suggests, thumb grazing over the curves of your knuckles.

“Okay, yeah we can do that” You smile, as he pulls you up to your feet, you gasp at the sudden movement and the sound of the soft eighths music gets a little louder.

You shake your head with a chuckle noticing the playful smirk that teeters on his lips, “But first, we should dance” he says, pulling you closer to him and you’re already trying to push away from his arms.

“No Sirius I can’t dance” You giggle at the way he starts singing poorly to the lyrics of ‘Don’t you forget about me’ his hands are against your hips as he keeps urging you closer.

There's an uncontrollable smile that adorns his face, a sight you don’t think you could ever be bored of, as he spins you around before bringing you back into him, and you finally give in as you indulge him for a minute.

The pair of you dance messily together in your living room, socked feet colliding together as you both practically trip over each other, the sound of your laughter flows around you both and Sirius doesn’t think he could be any happier.

“You’re not that bad angel” he says chuckling at the way you roll your eyes, such pretty eyes, he thinks as you both continue to gently sway, his arms still wrapped around you.

Your head comes to rest against his shoulder, and for the first time in a couple of weeks, you finally feel at peace, “Yeah? I can't be as bad as you” you giggle as his fingers pinch at your sides.

You look at him a gentle hand brushing his hair behind his ear, he’s so effortlessly beautiful that it makes you almost envious, the way the now setting sun dusts against his skin, you reach up to press a kiss to his cheek.

He tenses slightly at the feeling, you're so close to him, so wrapped up in your love his hands cup either side of your face with such care, his eyes flicking from yours to your lips.

“I want to kiss you” he whispers, and he thinks his heart might jump out of his chest when you look at him, god such pretty eyes, he thinks once again.

You go giddy with excitement and you feel yourself heat up at his gentle words, “Can I Kiss you?” He lets out a shaky sigh.

He hasn’t the slightest idea of why he’s suddenly so nervous, perhaps it’s you, he’s scared of messing things up, going too fast, and ultimately he’s scared of losing you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

So he waits, he would wait forever, until you make up your mind, “Of course you can” You smile, and that’s all he needs as he pulls you closer to him, his lips capturing yours gently as you move into him.

It’s a short kiss broken by soft giggles that you just can’t help, a sound Sirius swears could fix everything wrong in the world, “I can’t kiss you when you’re all giggly” he says although he’s no better himself as he tries to stifle his own laughter.

“I’m sorry- I’m just happy,” you tell him, and he’s at a complete loss for words.

“I’m glad” he whispers as he pulls you back into him, his lips against yours once again, his head tilts slightly as he deepens the kiss.

You both completely lose yourselves in the feeling, the way his lips fit against yours so perfectly, how his hand rests against your cheek while your fingers thread through his hair.

He pulls away, his forehead resting against yours, “If we leave now we might still catch the sunset” you tell him, as he shakes his head his nose bumping against yours.

“Mm, I think I just want to stay here and kiss you,” he says peppering kisses against your face, how could you say no to that?

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GUYS IM PANICKING

SIRIUS???????????

I’m sobbing

READ-A-THON WEDNESDAY IS BACK. SHOULD I MAKE A TIKTOK ABOUT IT? PLS TELL ME. OKAY I LOVE YOU

(Look at pinned if you do not know what readathon Wednesday is.)

the marauders fav disney movies

james loves the little mermaid more than anything. he pretends he's prince eric and lily is ariel. he loves the story and forces his friends to watch it every weekend idc

sirius is OBSESSED with mulan. he thinks she's amazing and he loves how strong she is. (he also has a crush on li shang obviously)

remus' favourite is the princess and the frog. he thinks tiana is so beautiful and he has a tiny crush on her, he loves the whole movie and the soundtrack is his fav he always has it on repeat IDC

period comfort with james!!

James rolls over and hears you groan in your sleep. He thinks nothing of it, until you do it again. A painful, upsetting sound that causes him to fully wake up.

“cmon dove, wake up f’me,” james says while shaking you. He thinks you’re having a nightmare, he knows you get them often

you groan again in your sleep and he starts to get worried

“baby? are you okay? cmon love wake up,” james pleads with you.

you slowly started to gain conscious, your cramps causing you to wake from your sleep. You roll over to see james looking at you, a worried expression on his soft face.

“ you alright? why’re you looking at me like that?,” you ask him.

“you were making noises in your sleep dove, i was worried you were scared. are you okay?” james asks you.

you feel so touched that james had woken up because he was so concerned for you. you smile at him and reach over to kiss him.

“i’m okay jamie, just got my period that’s all. no need to worry at all.” You say while smiling up at him.

James was not having it. he got out of bed, walking quietly to the bathroom as to not wake the other marauders. He kept a box under the sink of things you like to have on your period.

he keeps some chocolate, (remus usually ends up finding it and taking it) a water bottle to fill with hot water, some pills for the pain, and some fuzzy socks. cant have his bird being cold when she’s in pain.

James grabs the box and hurries back over to his bed. “here you go honey have some chocolate and you’ll feel a bit better,” James says while rubbing your back.

after a while of having the hot water bottle on your lower stomach, james took it off and started kissing your tummy.

“gotta make sure my girl is okay,” he said while looking up at you.

you giggle and say “i’m fine james. seriously, you’re overreacting.”

he smiles fondly at you. “yeah, maybe so. but i cant stand to see you uncomfortable. i want to do anything i can to make you feel better.” james states.

slowly, you drift off while james rubs your back and whispers soothing words. He falls asleep soon after, but not before he decides that you are his favourite person. he meant it when he said he’d do anything to make you feel better.

the pair fell asleep as the sun slowly rose over the grounds.

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i got my period while writing this SOBS

marauders fav movies

james LOVES scream so much. he thinks it’s so funny and he watches it even when it’s not october, literally constantly. he makes the others watch it even though they hated it in the beginning, now they have a fondness of it bc of james.

sirius loves mean girls, he thinks he’s the regina george of hogwarts (he is, duh) and he quotes it with the girls all the time.

remus adores twilight. he thinks the werewolf aspect of it is hilarious and makes him feel a bit better about it, being able to laugh at the silly movie. he is also in love with robert pattinson so that makes it better.

james is 100% the type to ask you how your day was. like he just loves hearing what you did when you guys weren’t together. you tell him all the stupid jokes sirius said in your shared class and how hard it made you laugh (james gets a tad jealous but you don’t notice). he just values you so much and wants you to be happy and he wants to know you’re having a good day and will literally do anything to make ur day better idc

sirius is ABSOLUTELY the type to like pick up on your feelings in public. he can tell when you get anxious, and makes up an excuse so you and him can leave to be alone. he knows when you’re upset and need your alone time but he also knows when you need to be comforted. he absolutely loves being able to read you like that, he prides himself on it. he always values your opinion even when he acts like he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks, he DESPERATELY needs you to think he looks cool or the joke he said was funny ☹️☹️☹️i love him

okay but think about the marauders all having a crush on you :(( you sit a few people over from them when you eat and you always feel them staring at you. Remus accidentally puts his elbow in his food all the time from resting his head on his hand, staring at you lovingly.

you always have breakfast early so you can go out to the black lake before class. you throw in some toast for the giant squid, and sit under your tree.

you hear peoples shuffling feet and mumblings of, “you ask her!!” “no you ask her!!” “okay okay shut up i’ll ask her!”

you turn your head to see 3 tall flustered boys, walking up to you. they stop a couple feet away and all look to the ground awkwardly.

“uh hi y/n!!” says james while looking shy and rubbing the back of his head.

“we were uh,,,, just wondering, i-if you’d like-“

he gets cut of by sirius. “we were wondering if you’d like to go to hogsmaede tomorrow.”

“i was gonna ask it,” james mumbles to his friend.

you’re surprised this is what they wanted to ask but obviously agreed. You were friends with them and secretly thought they were all cute.

Remus literally doesn’t say a thing he’s so shy but he walks up and hands you a small flower he picked for you, and the group walks back up to the castle, not waiting back just in case you changed your mind.

omg imagine like sirius knows ur family never made a big deal about birthdays and you’ve never had a birthday party so he plans a whole big party for you and plays all your favourite music and like supervises everyone to make sure nothing goes wrong and just wants you to have the best time :( he feels so bad when you drink too much you’re sick and he takes care of you the rest of the night. it’s still one of your favourite memories when ur older <333

Warm Sweaters Part II

Remus Lupin x Reader

Fluff/Comfort

Word Count: 1.8k

Part I

You had been nervous all week, but finally Friday had arrived. Sitting with your friends at breakfast, not touching the food Lily had loaded onto your plate, a letter arrived for you. 

I will be there at 9 am. Wait for me at the front doors and do not be late.

“It's gonna be just fine Y/N, We're going to be here all day.” Sirius said with a mouth full of food.

“Yeah, about that Sirius, my dad doesn't like your family. I'm really sorry but maybe you should just stay hidden around me today. It's for the best.” You mumble while staring at your shaking hands. You tried not to look at Remus. He was trying to catch your attention but you didn't want him to see how scared you really were. 

“Well I better go wait for him, he's gonna show up any minute.” You tell the group, with a shy smile and walk away.

Watching you walk to the front doors outside the Great Hall, Remus mumbled to the group, “I don't know guys, this time he seems really serious”.

“No, I’m Siriu-”, Sirius got cut off by James hitting the back of his head.

“Shut up Pads, this is Serious. And don't say it again.” James said. Sirius looked away, smiling to himself.

“Don't worry about her, Remus. She'll do just fine. Her fathers worried about her, that's all.” Lily consoled him.

“But, don't you think he's a bit extreme?” Remus asked the group.

“He does kind of remind me of my mother”, Sirius said, looking embarrassed for admitting something like that to his friends. Him and Y/N were in the same boat and he knew that their friends wouldn’t understand.

“Maybe at break I can sneak her away from her dad for a bit and talk to her!”, Sirius said excitedly. “I mean, I am the only one who gets it, y’know?”

Remus tried not to show his anger. He wanted to comfort her, not Sirius. Who knows, Sirius had not been seeing anyone lately. Maybe he was going to try to make a move.

“Yeah. Great idea Pads.” Remus replied flatly. The rest of breakfast was spent quietly. 

Meanwhile, You were sweating bullets waiting for your father by the entrance. Suddenly the huge oak doors open and your father walks in. He looks very serious and determined today. 

“Daughter. I do wish you will take me seriously this time. I will send you somewhere else if I have to. Now, be a good heir and be quiet, and do as you're told. Think you can manage?” Your father says sternly.

“Yes father”, You reply, not meeting his gaze.

“Good. Come along now.” He starts walking in the direction of the dungeons. Great. Time to embarrass yourself in front of your father and Professor Slughorn. You follow your father down into the castle, until you feel the coldness radiating off the walls. 

“I expect you to answer what is asked of you, and to do well on your test, Okay? You can do it my girl I know you can”, Your father smiled wickedly at you. You knew he was taunting you, speaking to you how he would your sister. Your perfect sister. It's not her fault she's favoured, it's your fault you're the unlucky one. Being the oldest is hard because you have to be the role model. If you're bad at that you're kind of screwed. 

You walk into the classroom and sit in your regular seat. You shoot Sirius an obvious look to remind him he has to sit somewhere else today. He catches on quickly and pushes Remus’ shoulders down so he's forced to sit beside you. Not that he minds. 

Your father was standing at the back of the classroom, standing tall and looking important. Your teachers had been informed of your fathers presence for today and were told to proceed as normal. You shoot Remus a small smile and turn to face the front of the room. You don't see him stare at you with a dopey look on his face.

“Alright class, who's ready for our test?” Professor Slughorn asked when he entered the room. He heard groans of protest in response. “Aw come now class, you all know the material as well as I do. Nothing to worry about. Now, get out your quills, and I will hand out the test so we can begin.” The professor stated while smiling at his student. 

“No need Slughorn, Y/N will do it. Won't you Y/N?” Your father said, picking you out of the whole class.

“Yes sir”, You said, standing up and walking to your professor. You hand out the test to the whole class, Sirius shoots you an encouraging thumbs up, before you're back beside Remus. 

“That wasn’t too bad, was it Y/N/N?” Remus asked while writing his name in messy writing at the top of his page.

“Yeah, just wait. It'll get worse.” You reply sullenly.

“Today will be over fast. I promise. And if it's not, we can get shitfaced this weekend. My treat?” Remus asked shyly.

“Deal, Lupin.” You reply while smiling. 

“Okay Class, you may begin. You have an hour.” Slughorn said.

Halfway through your test, you were trying to remember how to brew polyjuice, when your father whispers in your ear, “I don't want you hanging around this boy beside you. I've seen him passing notes to Mr. Black. You are to have no contact with these things anymore.  Just look at this young man's clothes, doesn't his parents care about him enough to send him off with clothes that fit and aren't worn in? You will stay away from him from now on.” He said, then walked back to his place by the back wall.

You started to sweat. What the hell was that all about? Remus is a good kid. He never ever gets in trouble, he's too smart for that.

Beside you, Remus stares self consciously at his clothes. He had heard everything your father said. Perks of having good hearing I guess. He knew they were getting too small but he didn't think anyone else had noticed.

Whatever,

He thought to himself.

I know her better than you ever will, so ha.

“Alright class, times up. If you did not finish, I will allow you another hour after your last class of the day.” Professor Slughorn said. The class seemed happy with that. He wanted to be more lenient because it was a Friday, but especially because the class had an intimidating man sitting in the class today. 

At break, Y/N walked the grounds alone while her father stayed back to speak with Professor Slughorn. She was walking when she heard running behind her. “Y/N wait up!” Sirius yelled at her.

“Sirius what are y-”, She was cut off by Sirius dragging her behind a thick tree. 

“I came to see how you're feeling. Are you okay? Is he being nice? I know he made you hand out the test, that wasn't too bad was it? Also, what did he say to do during the test? I was so worried I kept looking at you and I guess  he saw. I'm so sorry if I got you in trouble.” Sirius rambles to you.

“Don't even worry about it Siri, my dad's still a dick. Like usual. You didn't get me in trouble, He doesn't like moony and asked me to stay away from him and you guys”, you replied glumly. 

“I understand Y/N/N. I'm always here to listen, you know that. My mom is the same way. I'm sorry that you have to deal with that. But hey! Maybe you could come stay with us at James’ house this summer! It would be so much fun. Plus I know moony would be especially happy.” Sirius said, not realizing what he had just said about his best friend.

“Wait- what do you mean Sirius? Why would Remus be especially happy that I would be there?” you asked him curiously.

“Huh, oh no reason. Anyway uh I gotta go bye!” He yelled while running away back to the castle.

You stood there, confused and wondering about what he meant. You stepped out from behind the tree and started making your way back to the castle. On the way, you spot Remus near the black lake. You jog over to him, “Hey moony, what are you doing?” you asked politely.

He looked down at you, “Oh. Hey Y/N/N. Nothing, just trying to see if I can see the giant squid.” He replies.

He doesn't say what he wants to say. Which is, hey what the hell are you doing sneaking behind trees with pads? Instead he just looks at you and smiles warmly.

“Anyways, c'mon we better head back before your dad catches you talking to this thing.” He says, referencing what your father had whispered to you during potions. 

“Oh no. You heard that? I'm so sorry Remus. I don't see you like that at all. I honestly think you're amazing.” You say to him breathlessly. 

Oh. Oh

“Thanks Y/N. We’ll have to throw a party for you tomorrow.” He says while smiling.

You just want to hug him and stay with him all day. Oh well, you can look forward to partying with your friends tomorrow. You both start walking back towards the castle, to see your father waiting for you on the front steps.

“Y/N. I thought I had told you to stay away from this boy. Come here. Now.” Your father says, not taking his eyes off of Remus. Remus walks you over to your father, you reluctantly go to his side. Your father steps to Remus.

“Go. Don't you have something better to do than tormenting my daughter?”

Remus is usually seen slouching. He stood to his full height and squared his shoulders. He stared your father down. He was a few inches shorter than Remus. “I think she can choose who she's friends with, don't you?” Remus challenges your father.

Your father ignores him completely and gripped your arm, hurting you. “Let's go dear, you've been outside long enough for today.” You watch Remus as you are being pulled away. He gives you a smile and a thumbs up. ‘It's okay,' he mouths to you.

Remus walks back into the castle thinking about you. He doubts that was the first time your father had put his hands on you. Remus feels very protective towards you. He knows he likes you but he feels scared about it. I mean, what's going on with you and pads? Does he like her? Does she like him?

Remus plans to confront Sirius about his intentions with you. He also intends to throw you the best party Hogwarts has ever seen. 

Warm Sweaters Part III

Remus Lupin x Reader

Fluff/Comfort

Word Count: 1.1k

Part I    Part II

“Hey. I need to talk to you.” Remus said when he walked into his dorm room.

“Who, me?” asked James nervously. He did not like confrontation and he could tell by Remus’ stare, that a confrontation would definitely be happening.

“No. Pads.” he replied while glaring at the boy.

“What's up Moony?” Asked Sirius standing up from his bed and tossing his muggle magazine on his bedside table.

“It's about Y/N. I don't know what you're doing or if you're going to try to make a move but you better stop, fast. I care about her and I'm not going to let you woo her and then dump her when you're finished.” Remus ranted, his face and neck going red.

“Woah Woah Woah, who the hell said I was trying to steal your girl Moony? We all know you've been bloody obsessed over her since third year. I'd never make a move on her. I was just comforting her because I know that it feels like to have a parent like that.” Sirius replied. He felt upset that his friend thought that low of him. He knew he had a long dating  history but he had cared about all of them, hadn't he? In his own way I guess he had. 

“Oh. Well. Ok then. I didn't realize you all knew how I felt.” Remus replied shyly, regretting his tone that he had spoken to Sirius with.

“Of course we bloody know, we found your poems about her under your bed last year.” Sirius said while grinning.

“Oh, Y/N! How I love your shiny hair and how it catches the sun! I wish I could sit and watch it all day!”, James said in a high pitched voice. Remus ran at him while James jumped out of the way. The group started running from him while laughing and reciting his bad poetry about you.

At least we're all clear and on the same page, Remus thought to himself after they had all calmed down.

“All right, now that that's all settled. We need to plan a party for Y/N. For tomorrow night.” Remus told his friends.

“TOMORROW?” Screamed the rest of the marauders. “Well you should've opened with that idiot! How the hell are we supposed to plan a party for her in under 24 hours?” Sirius yelled.

“Oh come on pads you've done that plenty of times. Only this time, it has to be huge. Invite other houses, we need a bar, a disco ball, fireworks, food, and lots and lots of drinks. She deserves a party dedicated just for her.” Remus said passionately.

“Jesus Moony. Can't y’just ask her out already? Doing all of this for her just to stay friends when it's over. Be careful, people might think you're in looovve”, James said while grinning at his friend. 

“Oh shut up. She's had a hard week. This is for her to relax, not for me to try and get with her. But if I get a kiss or two I'm not complaining.” He joked with his friends.

“There's the Remus I know!” James yelled and slapped him on the back. “Alright, me and Sirius will take the cloak now, skip off our next class and head into the village to get what we need.”

“But I wanna go too!” Peter whined.

“Sorry Pete. If we all go, the teachers will know something’s up. Plus if we get caught, you can't afford another detention.” James replied sympathetically. Peter nodded, remembering the last howler he received from his mother for his amount of detentions. The group split up then, two getting supplies, and two going to Herbology.

Meanwhile, You and your father were walking to the green houses together.

“Ok Y/N. Repeat to me what I have just told you.” Your father said to you.

“No speaking to anyone I'm not partnered up with. No speaking when not spoken to. Do better than everyone else because I was raised to be better than the rest.” You spoke in a monotone voice. 

“Yes. Good. I'll be standing at the back again. And fix your bloody posture.” He whispered before disappearing to the back of the greenhouse. 

Your usual partner was Remus but he and Lily switched at the last second so your father didn't see. He was now partnered with Marlene. He and Marls were good friends so he didn't mind the switch. That didn't stop him from staring at you every chance he got.

Herbology went by fast, and soon enough it was time for lunch. You walked back to the castle with your father, and he sat with you at your table. It was extremely awkward.

“So, Mr. Y/L/N, what do you do for work?” Lily asked politely.

Your father smiled at her and said “I work at the Ministry of Magic”.

All your friends kept making friendly conversation while you tried not to focus on anything. You always felt uncomfortable around your father, even when you were a baby you'd always cry when he held you. Maybe that's why he didn't like you. Because you could tell he was a bad man. 

Remus kept trying to catch your attention, your father could tell. He was getting angrier and angrier. Who was this boy? And why did he care for you so much? It was pathetic really, your father thought while smiling to himself. Surely you won't fall for it right? You know better than that. Or do you? Rather than sit and find out, your father got up, pulling you with him. 

“I think we should head to your next lesson early, don't you?” He asked, while you nodded along, willing to agree to anything to make this day be over.

As soon as you left the table, Remus leaned in and said “Party tomorrow for Y/N. Tell anyone you want I don't care but make sure you get people to come. Sirius and James are doing most of the organizing so you know it'll be memorable”. He walked away shortly after that, saying he had some extra planning to do before class.

Before you knew it, the rest of the day flew by. Your father didn't stay for dinner, saying he'd write soon. You walked up to the common room and slouched into a chair, wanting to be left alone. You ended up falling asleep by the warm fire, dreaming of your family. Your nightmare left you breathless and sweaty when you awoke. 

Or maybe it was because you had a thick sweater draped across you, with a note pinned to it. ‘You looked so peaceful, I couldn't wake you. I'll get a house elf to bring you some dinner so you can be alone. Rest well. Good job today Y/N/N’

You could tell it was Remus’ writing. You swore you could kiss him right then.

Screaming Portraits

Summary: Sirius has been anxiously waiting at Grimmauld Place for ages before his girl comes home.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, pre- or post-Azkaban Sirius Black, blurb

“Sirius?” said Samantha, stepping out of the fireplace of 12 Grimmauld Place and dusting herself off. 

“Sam?” came Sirius’s voice from the second floor, followed quickly by a thundering of footsteps that stopped halfway down the stairs. “You’re back!”

Samantha Makeba practically flew up the other half of the stairs to meet Sirius, who spun her around as giggles of glee spilled from her lips. 

“Merlin, you’ve no idea how glad I am to see you,” said Sirius, setting Sam down on the landing and brushing her black coils from her face. 

“Oh, I think I have an inkling,” whispered Samantha against Sirius’s lips. She pushed herself onto her tiptoes, her lips just brushing Sirius’s—

“A MUDBLOOD! THE DISGRACE HAS TARNISHED THE BLACK REPUTATION FURTHER! I DIDN’T THINK IT POSSIBLE!” came the screech of Walburga Black—or rather, her portrait, which hung over a chest of drawers directly behind Samantha. Sirius and Sam jumped in surprise, having forgotten the awful painting’s existence in their rare moment of joy, and Sirius glared up at the wall behind Sam.

“SHUT IT, MOTHER!” he shouted, but the woman continued her ranting.

“A MUDBLOOD IN MY HOUSE—!”

“STOP SAYING THAT WORD—!”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! A MUDBLOOD—!”

“STOP CALLING HER THAT—!”

“MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD! FRATERNIZING WITH SUCH A FOUL CREATURE—!”

Sirius was overcome with white-hot rage. Samantha had seen him like this only a handful of times; once when he had lost the final Quidditch match against Slytherin in their third year, once when she was staying at James’s house and he had shown up at the door in the middle of the night, and once when Lucius Malfoy had called her something foul that Sirius refused to repeat to her afterwards as she was cleaning his knuckles of the blood that wasn’t his. 

But before she could do anything about it, Sirius had picked the short girl up by the waist, set her on the chest of drawers in front of the portrait, and pushed his lips into hers. Sam went with it, slightly surprised but quite happy to be this close to Sirius again. She had been on a mission for the Order for three weeks—an abnormally long time for a mission, if she was honest—and it was the longest she and Sirius had gone without seeing each other since they had met in their first year. 

Sirius’s hands shamelessly flew over Sam’s dark skin, creeping under her shirt and pressing into her back, bringing her chest flush against his as the kiss became fervent and desperate. Walburga’s hysterics had increased tenfold, but at this point, neither Sirius nor Samantha noticed it. They were drowning in each other, and as Samantha wrapped her legs around Sirius’s waist and he brought her to his room, they both knew: there was no place they’d rather be than in the other’s arms.

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.

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 Bookshop

Summary: Bouquet in hand, Sirius feels slightly more prepared to see her. A lot has happened in the last five years, and the two have a lot to catch up on.

Notes: Harry Potter universe, famous!AU, rockstar!Sirius x reader, oneshot; part two of The Linguist. Let me know if you like it! Part three coming soon ...

Part 1!

Fistfull of flowers collected and paid for, Sirius continued down the cobblestone alley, eyes peeled for his destination. He had visited Teliska & Rook’s Rare Books once before, when Y/N had first acquired a job at the small shop, but unfortunately hadn’t had the chance to revisit the cozy corner of Paris since. 

Sirius’s heart stuttered for a moment as he rounded another corner and spotted the bookshop; the sign’s gold lettering was crisp as ever despite the faded evergreen color surrounding it and the bay windows framing the tall oak door could probably do with some dusting, but otherwise, the shop was just as Sirius remembered it. He squinted at himself in the reflection of a bakery window, fixing his hair and rolling his shoulders back to fix his posture, holding the bouquet tightly in his left hand. With a breath that Sirius hoped sounded more confident than he felt, he made his way to Teliska & Rook’s Rare Books.

The heavy door opened with a groaning creak and the light tinkling of bells, and Sirius was immediately hit with the scent of old books. He nearly sneezed as a cloud of dust furled up from the ground, rubbing his nose furiously to rid himself of the feeling. 

Once he had recovered his bearings enough to look around, Sirius was surprised at the familiarity of everything. The shop was organized in the same manner it had been nearly five years ago, with one corner designated to modern reads, another serving as home to a cluttered cedar desk where patrons could check out, and the rest of the small building crammed full of bookshelves that reached from floor to ceiling. 

Closing the door behind him, Sirius tentatively stepped into the shop, which seemed alarmingly empty, and peered around. Truthfully, it seemed as if no one had stepped foot in the place in years. Sirius peered down one aisle of bookshelves, then another, until his eye caught on a familiar spine. Twelfth Night. Y/N’s favorite. She always found the classics a bit ridiculous, as her Muggle mother had made her read them all when she was of age, but Twelfth Night was “far too funny not to like”.

Sirius’s lips quirked up into a little grin, and he slid the volume off the shelf, opening it to a random page. To his mild surprise, this edition came with illustrations, though, upon closer inspection, Sirius guessed it wasn’t bought that way. Its previous owner seemed to have doodled the scenes in the margins, turning the book itself into a piece of art.

“Sérieux Noir?” An elderly man—Teliska of Teliska & Rook, if Sirius’ memory served him right—peered around the corner of the aisle in which Sirius stood, wide eyes magnified by Coke bottle glasses. “Sérieux, c’est toi?”

Sirius grinned. The man was very French and never could grasp that his name was ‘Sirius Black’ rather than ‘serious black’. 

“Oui, Monsieur. It’s been a while.”

“So it has, mon fils, so it has!” The lean man hobbled down the aisle towards Sirius, squeezing his shoulder with a falcon’s grip once he was within range. He looked to the bouquet in Sirius’ hand. “I assume you’re looking for our Y/N?”

Sirius smiled subconsciously. “Yes, I was.”

Teliska smiled knowingly. “She’s in the back. Elsie’s been getting sicker lately, so Y/N’s been drowning herself in work. You know how she gets.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sirius said as the old man guided him down an aisle, then down another towards the back of the shop. “Tell Ms. Rook I send my love.”

Teliska peered at Sirius, magnified eyes holding a grave sort of look, but nodded nonetheless. “I will.” The odd pair stopped at a plain oak door with a brass knob tucked away in the furthest recess of the bookshop, and Sirius’ palms began to sweat. He wiped them hastily on his trousers, exchanging the bouquet from one hand to the other. “She’s just through there. Working on repairing some ancient tome for the Sorbonne. They’re working her to the bone these days—far too much for what they’re paying her  …” 

Teliska muttered on as he hobbled back towards the front of the shop, and Sirius watched the old man’s thin frame as he went, silently begging him to turn around, come back so he could put off the meeting he knew awaited him beyond the oak door with the brass knob. 

But the old man was out of sight soon enough, and Sirius was once again alone in the bookshop, surrounded by books and dust and everything Y/N loved. He faced the oak door again and bit the inside of his cheek. Why was he so nervous? He and Y/N were never really together, so why did he feel bad? What did he even feel bad for?

Sirius huffed out a sharp sigh and forced himself not to think. Just open the door. Open it. And he did. 

If the rest of Teliska & Rook’s was dusty and crammed with books, the back office hadn’t been dusted since the store’s opening and had to be waded through due to the sheer volume of books piled on the floor, in cabinets, on shelves and countertops—any and every square inch of would-be free space was occupied by a book. This time, Sirius did indeed sneeze when he was hit with a waft of dust, cringing immediately after at the harsh disruption to the otherwise silent back office. 

Shutting the creaky oak door as gently as possible, Sirius blinked several times at the maze of stacked books that lay between himself and where he knew Y/N’s desk resided. He was a relatively thin and quite well-built young man, but these narrow, precariously constructed corridors of books weren’t exactly something he had expertise in navigating. Nevertheless, Sirius would try. 

Each step was made with bated breath as Sirius expected any second for half the books in the room to come crumbling down around him, and each time they didn’t was a small miracle. He snuck about the back office for several minutes, trying to find his way towards Y/N’s desk until finally, he came upon a small clearing in the paper forest.

Y/N sat hunched over her desk, eyes focused on the ancient, half-rotted book in front of her as she traced line after line with a latex-clad finger. Sirius found himself unable to move for several moments, simply watching the young woman read through the ancient text, scribbling away what he assumed was the translation without so much as looking at her hand. 

It was only when Y/N’s focus switched from the ancient text to her own notes that she noticed a pair of black combat boots planted at the mouth of the book maze, and her head whipped up to look at the intruder. Sirius and Y/N simply stared at each other for several minutes, Sirius anxiously awaiting Y/N’s reaction to his presence, before Y/N’s shoulders dropped, and the corners of her mouth drew barely upwards.

“Sirius.”

Sirius took the fact that she didn’t seem to despise his very presence as a good sign. “Hi,” he said, and immediately regretted sounding so dense. “I—I brought you these,” he said hastily, an even poorer attempt to rescue the conversation from its already awkward start, and thrust the fistfull of flowers out at Y/N, who huffed out a small giggle. 

“Oh, thank you,” she said simply, rummaging around her desk until she found a small drinking glass filled with water that was probably a day old. She took the flowers from Sirius’s hand—Sirius was struggling more than he had anticipated to keep from hugging the living daylights out of her—and placed them in the makeshift vase before turning back to him. The two stood awkwardly across the small office from each other, the books keeping them from maintaining any real personal space, and Y/N coughed lightly. 

“Can I … can I give you a hug?” 

Sirius blinked dumbly. 

“Ye—of—yeah! Yeah, of course—! Of course.”

Y/N smiled, and the two met in the middle, embracing each other tightly. Sirius sighed into her hair, nose pressed into the crown of her head, and felt his heartbeat calm. They were fine. There was no need to worry—though his throat did swell up slightly when thin fingers found their way over his shoulders and towards the top of his spine. 

Sooner than Sirius would have liked, Y/N pulled away, gazing up at him with a lovely look in her eyes. Now that he had a good look, Sirius began to notice the little changes Y/N had taken on over the years: her hair was, oddly, shorter, as well as choppy, as if she had cut it herself; her eyes were lighter from the sun; the skin at the outer points of her eyes just barely hinted at crows feet. 

“It’s good to see you, Sirius,” Y/N said, lips closing around her beaming smile. 

“It’s good to see you, too,” Sirius said, much more softly than he had wanted as Y/N stepped out of his arms and resumed her spot at her desk.

“How’s your tour going so far?” she asked as Sirius found a wooden stool and dragged it up to the desk’s side. 

“You know about that?” he said, a sudden pressure in his chest beginning. 

Y/N’s brows furrowed. “Sirius, I know I spend all my time on the other end of a book maze—” she motioned to the mass of books he had traversed, “—but I don’t live under a rock.”

Sirius laughed, an embarrassed blush descending on his ears. “Right, right. I mean, I don’t like to assume. You never know.” Y/N nodded in understanding. “But it’s going well. Yeah, it’s fun. Remus has been working on something he won’t show the rest of us—we all think he’s seeing someone on the side—James is finally getting somewhere with Lily—”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Sirius chuckled. “It’s a miracle, truly. We’re all amazed. And … did you hear about the whole deal with Peter?”

Y/N nodded, and Sirius was thankful there was minimal pity in her expression—though there was something he couldn’t quite identify. “How are you all doing after that?”

“Eh, as good as can be expected,” Sirius said with a shrug. “Dorcas’s been on drums for us ever since. She and Marlene are still going strong.”

“Of course they are,” Y/N said with a hint of pride. “The relationships I put together always last.”

Sirius laughed lightly, eyes drifting through the room without really seeing before they landed again on Y/N. 

“And what about you? How’ve you been fairing?”

Y/N shrugged. “Ah, you know, the usual. Helping around the shop, doing some freelance work for the Sorbonne.”

“Mr. Teliska said something about how they don’t pay you enough,” Sirius mentioned, eyeing her with brows raised, and Y/N sighed, irritated. 

“Okay, listen,” she started, and Sirius laughed. 

“Had this conversation a lot now, have you?” he said, and Y/N rolled her eyes. 

“You’ve no idea.” Once Sirius’s giggling subsided, she continued. 

“Ivan thinks that because I’m basically doing research for the Sorbonne, I should be paid as much as a researcher—that I should be paid a salary—but, as I’ve explained to him countless times,”—Sirius began to laugh once again—“I simply don’t have the level of education that the Sorbonne is looking for in their faculty and therefore can’t be paid a faculty salary. I simply don’t have the financial means to go to school again.”

Sirius’ laughter had barely subsided when Y/N was finished, and he nodded understandingly. 

“You know, I could always just give you the money,” he suggested.

Sirius had never heard Y/N laugh so hard in his life. He laughed as well, though to a much lesser extent as he watched her hair bounce through peals of giggles.

“Oh please, Sirius,” Y/N said, delicately wiping a tear from her eye. “That’s absolutely ridiculous.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is,” Y/N insisted, letting out an incredulous breath. “Sirius, I am absolutely not going to take money from you. And I don’t have to work at the Sorbonne anyway. I’m getting by just fine with what I’ve got.”

“Y/N, life isn’t about getting by, it’s about enjoying yourself,” Sirius said, and Y/N shook her head. “Love, you can’t expect me to not try to help you when I’ve got the means to.” The pet name slipped without Sirius’s permission, but he stood his ground as Y/N sunk further into her chair. He knew her well; at the beginning of their friendship, she would have insisted on refusing, and he would have asked if she would do the same in his position, and she would go silent, and Sirius would have won. But Y/N was the smartest person Sirius knew. She didn’t need to go through the whole conversation to know what would be said.

But Y/N’s mildly defeated look made Sirius’s mind itch uncomfortably; he didn’t want to make the rest of this visit awkward or weird in any way.

“Have you eaten today?” he asked, commandeering the conversation away from whatever it was before. Y/N peered up at him, biting her cheek.

“I had a coffee this morning,” she mumbled, and Sirius’s face fell into a disapproving frown. 

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N.”

“Do you want to get lunch?”

“Will you eat something if we go get lunch?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get lunch.”

Y/N nodded and the two stood, Y/N finding a thin jacket and Sirius standing at the mouth of the book maze as he watched her pack her purse. 

“Ready?” she asked, throwing the strap over her head. Sirius simply nodded, and Y/N drew her wand from her pocket. With a simple wave of the thing, the books blocking the floor between the two and the door flew into the air, some stacking onto other already-precarious piles and others floating close to the ceiling, creating a sort of paper-and-ink trellis under which Y/N walked. Once at the door, Y/N peered back at Sirius, who was looking at the floating books, jaw hanging open. 

“Why didn’t I think of that?”

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?”