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summary: after a breakup with Sirius, allowing him to make a move to pursue his music dreams, you find yourself in an exciting game of telephone with his best mates, desperate to find out details of his new life. Unbeknownst to you, there are others involved in this game of telephone. 

warnings: slight angst (happy ending), fluff, miscommunication, two idiots, sfw mentions of sex, swearing

sirius black x reader ✿ 6016 words

Three weeks. That's how long Sirius and you had been broken up. And yet, every day still felt torturous. Your girlfriends had suggested that you try dating again, but you didn't think it was fair to the poor bloke on the other end for you to be so desperately hung up on your ex-boyfriend.

You still remember the day you two had broken up. Sirius had been pursuing music for a few years after graduation as a lead singer and had failed to succeed. It wasn't until a month ago that he'd come bursting through the doors of your shared apartment, saying, "I finally got a gig! Isn't that great?" At that moment, he'd hugged you so hard, peppering your faces with kisses, leaving you both blushing, giggly messes. That was the happiest you'd ever seen him after typically grueling auditions and gigs with low attendance.

It was great, honestly. You were so happy Sirius finally had the opportunity to pursue his dreams. However, what wasn't great was that the gig was in Scotland, with a well-known, but anonymous to you, rock band in Glasgow as their lead singer. You didn't want to ruin his initial excitement, so you'd kept your worries and fears about the location to yourself. When Sirius realized a seven-hour drive to Glasgow from your apartment and a full-time job in London was an issue, you two finally sat down to talk a week after he received the offer. 

He sat with you on your sofa, with cups of tea for you both. Your eyes were red and puffy, as you'd anticipated a breakup as soon as you two had agreed to discuss the upcoming move. After a two-hour-long discussion where Sirius had desperately tried to arrange to come on the weekends and subsequently realized the band schedule was unpredictable–not to mention he didn't have enough money to visit every weekend anyway–and you had realized you couldn't hold back the man you love from his dreams, you two tearfully agreed to call it quits for the sake of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Today was also the day that Sirius was leaving for Glasgow. Despite being broken up and not talking regularly, he had asked you to come to say goodbye to him at the train station. So, here you were, head buried in the crook of his neck, both his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, inhaling his scent of cigarettes, amber, and cedarwood as you said goodbye to the man you loved. You figured the level of this embrace wasn't appropriate for people who were "just friends" now, but who knows when you'd hug each other again. You hoped this wouldn't be the last time you'd inhale his scent or feel his embrace; you desperately wanted him to stay. You hoped he didn't see the tears on your cheeks as you waved goodbye from the train platform. 

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It had now been a month since Sirius left for Glasgow. You'd been doing okay, better than you initially thought possible. Your heart was still recovering from the heartbreak of a breakup, but you'd been going to work regularly and hanging out with your girlfriends to make up for the loneliness that came with being recently single. You were still sad deep down, but having good friends and a hectic, time-consuming job was a great distraction from heartbreak.

Tonight, you and your friends planned to go to a local bar that you used to frequent with Sirius for drinks and darts. You got ready quickly, picked out an outfit suitable for a bar, and styled your hair hurriedly. Just before you were about to leave, you felt a ding in your back pocket and read a text from your friends telling you that they had to cancel.

Sighing, you shoved your phone back into your pocket. "Just my luck," you muttered. You were excited to see your friends and have a few drinks, but it doesn't seem that will happen. Unless… you were already ready anyway, why not go to the bar to have fun alone? You quickly decided that was a great idea and left in a hurry to walk to the bar. You made haste and walked to the bar quickly, excited to have fun and admittedly get a little tipsy after a long week.

Although the bar was only six blocks away–relatively short for London standards–walking in heels left you with blisters when you reached the door. When you entered the bar, you sat on one of the stools near the bartender and ordered an old-fashioned, planning to get buzzed quickly.

After downing approximately four old-fashioned drinks–though you'd truthfully lost count–you were solidly tipsy and ready to socialize with the nearest human. You had probably looked a bit odd hunched over at the bar hammering drinks alone, but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, and you'd consider a recent breakup and friend cancellation desperate times. At this point, you could feel the effects of alcohol buzzing through your system. You were warm, admittedly just slightly sloppy, delighted, and ready to socialize with some people.

Spinning around on your bar stool to face the crowd, you peered among people's faces, looking for fun, friendly girls and playing a game that made it easy to join. Scanning left to right, you stopped once you saw two familiar faces: James and Remus. Usually, one would think you'd hightail it out of the bar after seeing your recent ex's two best friends–perhaps it was liquid courage or sheer stupidity–but you decided to waltz over to their high-top table and plop down next to them as they played a game of cards.

Startled by your non-stealthy, loud, and frankly drunk movements, Remus and James looked up simultaneously to meet your loopy, dazed grin and an embarrassing spot of red lipstick on your teeth you were unaware of. "Hi Remus, hi James," you spoke excitedly, any ounce of social anxiety smothered with whiskey.

"Hi, Y/N, having a fun night?" James spoke first, quickly noticing your inebriated state. He sported a friendly smile but looked a bit shocked by your entrance. You knew Remus and James well. The possibility of them not being your friends after the breakup had been difficult and saddening. Remus and James frequently accompanied you to Sirius' smaller gigs in London, and all four of you often got drinks after the show ended. By the time you and Sirius had broken up, you had considered Remus and James good friends and assumed they felt the same way about you. 

"I'm having so much fun," you near-shouted excitedly, a broad smile overtaking your features. Remus and James laughed in response, eyes crinkling as they observed your enthusiastic state.

Pausing for a second, figuring out how to phrase his next question, Remus asked, "How are you doing? Especially after everything that happened, if you don't mind me being intrusive." He wore a smile, but as his eyes scanned your face and figure, you could tell he was trying to analyze how you'd been coping with the breakup outside the bar.

You sucked in a breath, the feeling of air expanding your lungs dulled from the liquor but grounding you nonetheless. Not expecting the sincere question, you pondered on it for a moment. You had been doing okay with the band-aid of your job and your friends keeping you busy. However, you weren't sure if you were doing okay because you felt okay about the breakup or hadn't given yourself enough time to process it.

After digging deep down to address the wound in your heart, you decided it was the latter. "I've been doing okay. I've kept myself busy with work and friends, but I miss him a lot," you answered truthfully. Before Sirius got the gig in Glasgow, your relationship was almost perfect. Aside from the typical small arguments here and there, you two were infatuated with each other. Your breakup was necessary, but it wasn't wanted from either side.

Remus nodded, understanding what you meant and probably even the context of it all due to his proximity to Sirius. James interrupted the heartfelt moment with his typically cheerful attitude. "Well, if you're looking for more distractions, you could join us for a round of cards!" Although enthusiastic, his offer came out unsure, wondering if you wanted distraction or comfort.

You laughed in response, touched by his effort to comfort you even though you and Sirius were no longer together. "I think that sounds nice," you answered with a soft smile.

And so, over a few hours, you, Remus, and James drank multiple beers, played numerous card games, and divulged in far too many details regarding your feelings about your and Sirius' recent breakup. You told them you didn't know when you'd be ready to start dating again, that you missed the social connection and physical intimacy from a romantic relationship, and that you didn't know how much longer you could ignore the feelings of a brutal breakup with work and friends. They listened empathetically despite the inappropriate nature of you divulging these details with your ex's closest friends.

The excellent news is that alcohol hadn't just loosened up your filter but also James' and Remus' filters. Sirius was notoriously private, so his social media was no help finding details about his new life in Glasgow. Most of his posts were for marketing purposes. However, Remus and James were evidently mouthy drunks, and throughout the evening, you'd find out that although Sirius had tried going on dates, he stopped because the heartbreak was still too raw. Serves him right. When James shared that with you, Remus kicked him a bit too obviously, James flinching from his foot hidden under the tabletop, but the damage was done, and the information was stored in your mind.

"How is the gig going?" you asked. Although you had been craving details of Sirius' dating life, you also wanted to know how he was doing after years of hard work and sought-out gigs.

"I think he's doing okay. He took over for a lead singer who had a baby and listed his leave as indefinite, though he said it's weird being the new one in a band who has been together and known each other for years." Remus answered, James, nodding along. You hadn't thought about the social awkwardness associated with joining a band so late after its formation, but it seemed Sirius was adjusting well.

Staring at the somewhat blurry clock on the wall, you realize it is almost 3 a.m. and far past your bedtime. Gathering your coat to brave the cold weather, you leaped up from the bar stool and stretched your sore limbs. "Well, I have to get going, but thanks for keeping me company tonight," you offered your thanks with a small smile.

Remus and James looked at the clock in response, gathering their jackets and cards after seeing the time. "No problem, we're glad to hear that you're doing well," James smiled at you, his eyes crinkling up. He was always so friendly.

Walking out of the bar alone in the frigid night air reminded you of your loneliness again. Perhaps the cold air was sobering, or maybe it reminded you how nice it was to hold Sirius' warm hand on frigid nights like this and how his constant teasing always made warm, boisterous laughs escape your mouth.

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When you woke up in your apartment the following day, you still had on your clothes from the night before, recalling how you stumbled into the door and promptly passed out on the bed. Remembering the events from before with James and Remus–although delighted by the information you received–you expected them to never talk to you again, and even worse, you expected Sirius to hear about your nosiness and subsequently block you too.

So that's why you were surprised to see a text in a brand new group chat with Remus and James that read, "Cards and beer again next weekend?"

And so it began. 

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The next time you met up with Remus and James, you had a lot of life updates. For one, after reminiscing about Sirius and you walking home from the bar, you decided to go on a date to get him off your mind. It went terribly wrong. You went out for dinner with one of your coworkers, Charles. You two had sat awkwardly together while you devoured a steak, barely making any conversation outside of eating noises and sipping drinks in an attempt to get rid of anxiety. When he walked you home, he very unsubtly tried to get you to invite him upstairs, and by the end of his efforts, you were convinced the only reason he went out with you was to end the night in your bedroom. Now, things are awkward at work, and you've decided you can never speak to him again.

Trying to date again only made you want to get back together with Sirius more; you wished that was possible. You missed the comfort of being in a relationship with someone who knew you like the back of their hand. It never felt like an effort to converse with Sirius, even when it took you too long to come up with a comeback to his constant banter. It also never felt nerve-wracking or scary to initiate hand-holding, embraces, or kisses, only sometimes when he looked exceptionally handsome.

You were also incredibly frustrated. You'd resorted to looking at one of Sirius' few fan pages as a more minor artist and had discovered he'd been on a date. You had no idea how it went, but it dampened your mood nonetheless. Hypocritical? Yes. True? Also yes.

When you found yourself sitting across from Remus and James with the same beer as last time, lazily playing cards and more focused on conversation, you told them just that. Most people probably would feel stupid indulging in such personal endeavors to their ex-boyfriend's friends–you probably should feel more stupid doing so–but your friends are so busy, and you can't keep your tragic dating life to yourself anymore.

"And get this, after practically ignoring me the entire date and asking me to split the bill, he asked if he could come upstairs with me when we reached my apartment building! Isn't that ridiculous?" You rant to James and Remus about your date with Charles, feeling new waves of anger and frustration as you remembered the events. Although less wasted than last time, drinking multiple rounds of beer made you more loose-lipped than usual.

Remus' face crinkled in poorly concealed disgust. "Men like him have no shame. You would think he'd try to set things right as your coworker, but the fact he hasn't talked to you says a lot about him." James nodded in silent agreement.

Grumbling and propping your head into your arms on the table, you mumbled, "Ugh, I know. I wish dating wasn't so hard." Frustration sank deep into your veins. Being in a relationship with Sirius felt like one in a million. He was handsome, kind, thoughtful, respected boundaries, and made you so comfortable. Now, the first time you were thrown back into the ring, you happened to go on a date with someone who was Sirius's antithesis.

James patted your back in what was supposed to be a comforting rub. Then suddenly, he chortled. "You know, Sirius also has had trouble dating. He tried going out again with this girl he met at a bar. She went to the restroom and never returned after he told her he was a musician." Remus elbowed James in the ribs, likely for telling you something Sirius would not want you to know. You internally cheered; now you knew the answer to your looming question.

You shoot up almost immediately at the information, a bright light of warm, comfortable, purely selfish happiness burrowing itself in your chest. "Really!?" You ask excitedly, which both Remus and James laugh at.

"Hey, try not to look too excited! He's still one of my best mates," James laughs at your response, clearly bemused by your immediate shift in mood. A small smile graces Remus' lips, and a shiny, mischievous glint overtakes his eyes.

You try to tone it down a bit. "I know, I'm sorry. I know I'm being selfish. I just can't help but wish Sirius was still hanging up on me, too," you admit, letting a bit of sadness come to the surface of your emotions.

"You're still hung up on him?" Remus asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. You knew it was embarrassing to admit, but years of feelings don't go away after a couple of months. Of course, you were still hung up on Sirius. He had been your best friend, too, which James and Remus may have forgotten.

"Isn't that obvious? Of course, I'm still hung up on him. He was my best friend," you admitted quietly, eyes glazing over. You knew this was definitely something you shouldn't be sharing with James and Remus. But the smooth flush of alcohol in your system and feelings of nostalgia quickly overwhelmed your senses.

Remus and James noticed your heightened emotions, side-eyeing each other very clearly. You did not appreciate that. "If you tell him that, I will hurt you two," you threatened, narrowing your eyes.

Remus and James simply laughed but nodded at your empty threat, resuming your game of cards. "Scout's honor," James swore, swearing himself to secrecy.

By the night's end, you'd heard much about Sirius' gig, dating life, and adjustment to Glasgow. It sounded like it was going well, which you were conflicted about. On the one hand, you want the best for him. On the other hand, you're a selfish monster who wants nothing more than for him to come running back home to you. Not that you'd be the first person he would see anyway.

Over the next month, you had to travel to Paris for a work trip, severely restricting your scheduled beer and card games with Remus and James. This was highly displeasing; you wanted nothing more than to hound them for updates. The travel may be for the good, but it would help you move on quickly. And also help me seem less like a deranged stalker, you thought to yourself. Nonetheless, when you were back in a month, you, Remus, and James had beer, cards, and gossip planned again. 

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Paris was more fun than you could've ever imagined. Although you still had to work there, and this was the most extended work trip you'd ever been on, your boss was accommodating and perhaps lazy, allowing you to take most of the day to lounge around and explore the city.

And that's how you met Jean. Jean was a handsome Parisian man who did a fantastic job taking your mind off Sirius. You had met him at a nightclub about two weeks into your trip, at approximately 3 a.m.—who knew Parisians partied so late and so hard? When he slipped his number into your back pocket, it almost felt like fate. You weren't entirely convinced he was your soulmate, but you were getting close. 

You two weren't exclusive, but you found solace in spending the night intertwined, allowing you to escape the hotel and find romance after a long, painful, dry spell. Although a secret, tumultuous romance sounded quite appealing and much like a romance novel—which made you feel like a cool protagonist—you knew you had to talk to someone about your new fling.

The issue was that your girlfriends would be too nosy. They would want to know everything about Jean, including his social media, which could be disastrous. You need to talk to someone who would know, but they wouldn't grill you for information, so you decided on Remus and James.

You were hoping their oath to secrecy wasn't a lie because when you sent a text to your group chat that read, "Guess who can say she's been with a Parisian man?" it felt perilous. You were hoping you could unpack the details of your fling when you saw them again, not wanting to send a long text explaining everything.

However, when James replied, "I see you're going worldwide," with a winky face, your doubts eased a bit. It felt good having your secret fling off your chest, even if you knew telling James and Remus was an idiotic, terrible, but oh-so-relieving idea.

That night, you spent the night at Jean's again. You never really had much conversation with him. Your French was shoddy at best, and when he kissed the skin under your ear lobe after sharing a bottle of wine, it felt almost as good as a meaningful conversation. It was nearly enough to push away the memories of Sirius and you talking until your conversation ended with bellies and lungs tight from laughter, your faces wet from happy tears.

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It had been another week since you'd been in Paris. Things had slowed down significantly with Jean, especially after you'd realized that he could not cure your heartache. You both knew your arrangement, or whatever it was, was only short-term. He was handsome and into you, but he also lived in Paris and, hence, was not a viable option for you. He kissed you on the cheek when you parted, but it felt surface-level. Which it was, considering you had seen each other for only a week. 

Thinking of Sirius also still wanted to make you violent, to make you bang your head against the wall. When you'd shared that with James and Remus, they said he missed you and that things were tough in Glasgow, but you couldn't tell if they were saying it just to be excellent. Given the new low levels they'd observed you at, they had reason to. 

Today, you were walking to a coffee shop for remote work. If you'd consider staring at an empty Excel spreadsheet, work. When you said your boss was relaxed, you meant it. He'd posted a photo of himself at the Eiffel Tower eight times over the three weeks you'd been in Paris. 

You ordered yourself a cappuccino and sat down at a booth to lock in and watch TV shows on your computer while you pretended to be doing work. That was until you saw a familiar head of jaw-length black hair walk into the coffee shop: Sirius. 

No fucking way. You had to fight the urge to gasp out loud, bolt out of the shop, and abandon your electronics to escape the feelings of gut-wrenching heartbreak that reappeared upon seeing his face. He honestly looked a lot worse than when you'd seen him last. His face needed a good shave, he had heavy eye-bags, and he looked like he'd lost a concerning amount of weight since moving to Glasgow. You frowned at the thought of him suffering there. 

Apparently, he could feel your eyes on him because his gaze fell on you when he turned his head to scan the coffee shop. Internally screaming, you had to fight the urge to sink underneath the table and pretend you didn't exist. You should've run when you had the opportunity. 

His mouth opened in recognition and shock, a small smile curving upon his lips. Fighting the urge to pretend you didn't know him and run, you offered him a small smile and wave, gesturing at him to join you. This was such a bad idea that you internally face-palmed yourself at your unbelievable stupidity. You have been pining over your ex-boyfriend for months, and what do you do? Invite him to join you at a coffee shop and talk. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He approached your table, pulling out the chair on the opposite end of the booth to sit down in. "Hi Sirius," you spoke first, quiet, maybe timid, but friendly nonetheless. Your heart felt like it could explode out of your chest, and levels of heartbreak, sadness, and longing flooded to the surface, seeing him so close to you. Not to mention, he looked unwell, and you wanted nothing more than to embrace him like you would've done in the past. 

"Hi, Y/N," Sirius said, too. You both looked at each other for a second, a cloud of awkwardness and heartbreak in the air. He inhaled deeply, "How are you?" he offered up, breaking the silence. 

"I'm doing okay," you answered truthfully. "I've been busy with work and seeing my friends a lot," and there's the lie. You stared at a spreadsheet all day, and the only friends you'd seen frequently were Remus and James, who were Sirius's more friends than yours. 

"I'm happy to hear that," Sirius responded with a small smile. He paused for a second, thinking about his following words. "I heard from James that you've been dating again; I'm glad you're doing well," He spoke again, a forlorn look glazing over his brown eyes. His lips wore a neutral smile, but his eyes told a different story. Upon hearing these words, your heart dropped into your lower stomach. I'm going to kill him, you thought. James was so in for it. The worst part was you weren't even dating Jean anymore. You weren't ever dating him; he was just a fling and a distraction. 

You needed to figure out how to correct this vital error. Clearly, Sirius had gotten the wrong impression about your dating life from James, that bastard. Despite your frustration, after thinking about it, you didn't know there was a use in correcting the error. After all, despite how pathetic and in love you were with Sirius, he was still in Glasgow. "Thanks, Sirius, I appreciate it," you opted to respond to his comment after thinking about your situation. "How are you?" you asked. Despite his interesting appearance, you had hoped he wasn't terrible. 

"I'm okay. I'm moving back to London soon, though," he smiled. Oh no. You swore you felt your heart drop on the floor. When you convinced yourself that this relationship was forever out of your grasp, he dropped this bomb on you.

"Oh! Really?" You ask with an empty, fake smile, though you were admittedly surprised by this confession. "I suppose it will be nice to be closer to James and Remus again!" You added. You hoped he thought it would be nice to be closer to you again, too, but he officially thought you were dating someone else, and it felt too late into the conversation to reverse back on the error. It would be both confusing and humiliating to admit you had gone on with the lie. 

He nodded. "The lead singer was on leave because he had a baby; even though he listed it as indefinite, he decided to start working again," Sirius answered honestly, explaining the situation to you. You swear you could feel your heart snap into a million little pieces. You and Sirius had broken up believing this job arrangement was permanent, but now it felt like all your heartbreak was for nothing. 

"I see. What are you gonna do in London?" you asked, trying to convince yourself he might get tied down to another band. That way, the heartbreak would feel a lot less awful. 

"I'm going solo," Sirius told you. His typical confident demeanor was shredded; he was excited, but his words left enough room for you to tell he was looking for your approval. 

"Congratulations, Sirius. I'm really happy for you," you said. You were happy for him; this had always been his dream, but it was easier to break into the music scene in a group. However, this was probably the worst situation for mending your heart. If Sirius was solo, he wasn't tied to a band or their touring schedule. If he didn't think you were dating Jean, it would be entirely possible for you guys to rekindle your relationship. You felt like going to the Eiffel Tower solely to climb it and throw yourself off. 

You took a deep breath, desperately needing to escape the situation and think. "I have to get going," you blurted awkwardly and rashly. "I have to go back to the office; my lunch break is over," you added in a quieter, more normal-sounding voice. You hoped Sirius would ignore that it was 10 a.m. and nowhere near lunchtime. It was a pathetic, poorly thought-out lie in an attempt to escape. 

"Oh, well, it was nice talking to you. See you around!" Sirius responded, clearly taken aback by your sudden departure. If you didn't feel like you were going to vomit up your breakfast, you would've felt bad, as he clearly thought you were desperate to ditch him. You were, not because you hated him, but because you still loved him. 

You nodded, quickly packed up your belongings, waved goodbye, and bolted out of the coffee shop, nearly tripping over your shoes on the way out. It was so embarrassing. You opened your group chat with Remus and James, sending a single text, "Traitors!" 

James' reply was a single emoji with their tongue sticking out.

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You had been back in London for a week, and after multiple texts from now-apologetic James and Remus, who had been apologetic from the start, you agreed to meet them again at the bar to talk. You were honestly still a bit upset. Knowing that there was now a possibility of getting back together with Sirius, which you had subsequently squashed, had reopened deep sadness. 

You entered the bar, immediately spotting James and Remus at your usual table. You sat down with a small smile; they were still your friends, and you waited for an explanation. 

Immediately as you sat down in the booth, James blurted out, "I'm sorry!" You nodded but raised your eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "Please forgive me. I promise I thought you were dating Jean, and Sirius asked about you. I couldn't leave him hanging; he's my best friend." James blurted out the information rapidly, clearly apologetic and anxious.

However, there was only one piece of information that you immediately narrowed down on. "Wait, Sirius was asking about me?" you asked, shocked and slightly shaken. Here, you thought you were the pathetic ex-girlfriend hounding details out of James and Remus, but maybe, just maybe, Sirius was the pathetic ex-boyfriend, too. 

Remus responded with a snort, "Please, Sirius has been asking us about you nearly every day for the past three months!" James nods hurriedly, clearly trying to appease your worries. 

"And you didn't tell me?" you ask, a twinge frustrated—scratch that, a lot frustrated. You'd been ranting to them for months about how heartbroken and sad you were, only to discover that Sirius was equally upset.

"Well, we didn't know if he'd be returning either. We thought we were being good friends hearing you guys out. We didn't want either of you to know about the other in case Sirius stayed in Glasgow," Remus explained, his words coming out quickly. 

You nodded in response. Although you were frustrated, Remus's and James's explanations made sense. Honestly, you felt terrible dumping all that responsibility on them. 

"Well, we have to go. Bye!" James said, grabbing Remus' arm and running out of the bar. You gaped in response, shocked by how quickly they tried to run off. Their mannerisms made no sense until you saw a familiar face for the first time since Paris: Sirius. 

He looked shocked to see you approaching the table you sat at. "Hey, Y/N, what are you doing here?" That seemed like something you should ask him. 

"I just met up with James and Remus," you replied sheepishly. You didn't know if he knew about your continued meetings. And you hoped he didn't know that you had been milking them for information about his life in Glasgow. 

"Oh, they told me to meet them here," Sirius said. "I wonder if they decided to switch locations. I can go to meet them," he continued, using his thumbs to point towards the door and indicate his departure. 

You think you both knew that James and Remus had planned this. However, you also knew that Sirius was likely being nice and didn't want to make you uncomfortable since he was under the impression that you were dating Jean. 

When Sirius started to retreat, you saw his broad, tall figure walk out the bar's doors, a bell dinging as he left, and you knew you couldn't sit back. You couldn't let the man you love get away from you again. Knowing you could've done something to stop it, you couldn't deal with another heartbreak. 

You hopped up from the bar stool, running after Sirius's figure until you reached him two blocks away, in front of a brick alleyway. "Sirius, wait!" you nearly pant, clearly out of shape, reaching out to clutch his wrist. He turned around to face you, looking dejected. "I'm not seeing Jean," you blurted out–still out of breath–a rare moment of vulnerability. You wanted to smack your hand over your mouth. "He was just someone, something, to get my mind off you for a while." You felt like you needed a muzzle right now. 

His expression shifted from sadness to surprise but then again to emotions you couldn't put your finger on. “Y/N…” He began, but you quickly cut him off. 

"Please, I know I messed up," you admitted quietly. You were embarrassed. "I should've been honest with you. I should've told you I missed you and had been honest with you, but I didn't know if you would ever return. So I resorted to playing a game of telephone with James and Remus. I should've just asked you how you were doing." 

He looked bashful for a second, an emotion you didn't usually see on Sirius. "Well, you weren't the only one playing the game telephone. I kind of, maybe, told James and Remus to continue meeting with you so I knew what was happening in your life." He pauses for a second, trying to figure out how to continue. "And for the record, you didn't mess up seeing Jean; we were broken up, and you had every right to move on. I just selfishly wished you had been waiting for me."

You laugh at his confession. You should've known James, and Remus wouldn't have continued to update you without telling Sirius information, too. After all, he was their friend first. "I should've known they would sell me out to you and that they wouldn't be the most reliable relayers of my life." You sucked in a quick breath, "I wish I had waited for you, too; I just didn't know if you were ever coming home." If you weren't embarrassing yourself enough, you suddenly said, "I never stopped loving you."

A vast silence washed over the two of you for a moment, your sudden confession hanging over your heads like a ripe fruit from a tree, desperate to be desired. Then, Sirius reached out to cup your cheeks, both rosy from the cold air and the heat of your confession. His eyes searched yours before he spoke. "I never stopped loving you either," he admitted. 

A surge of relief flooded your system, along with bone-deep golden joy. You didn't let another moment pass before you wrapped him in a tight embrace, your head falling under his chin. He allowed a burst of happy, surprised laughter to escape his lips before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. When you held each other, all the misunderstandings and doubts between you two melted away, replaced by love and closeness. You never wanted to let go of him again. 

After a moment, he pulled away, "You could've just told me you missed me, dollface." Although you felt touched, he had so quickly re-adopted your old nickname, you punched his arm nonetheless. 

"Shut up," you murmured, leaning upwards to envelop his lips in a gentle, soft kiss. When he smiled against your lips, you hoped you two could stay like that forever. 

sunburnt

summary: after spending a day on the beach to take a break from London's constant noise, you end up sunburnt to a crisp. In an attempt to avoid Sirius's teasing, you desperately try to stay hidden. However, when you're finally forced to ask for help, you're reminded of the importance of choosing love over embarrassment.

warnings: fluff, swearing.

sirius black x reader ✿ 1275 words

After getting tired of the near-constant noise in London and the lack of scenery, you planned a solitary beach day to do nothing but read, lounge, and enjoy the nearly ice-cold pineapple you’d prepped the night before. You sprawled out under the sun from sunrise to near sunset, only dipping in the splashing, cold water when you woke up from a snoozy nap spent on a beach towel. Once the sun nearly set and you’d finished the book you packed for the day, you packed up your things and started the journey home.

When you reached the bus station to return to central London, you realized the issue, catching your reflection in the large, circular mirror near the bus driver. You had gotten burnt to a crisp during your beach day, and Sirius would never let you live it down.

Before you left in the morning, Sirius, ever the caring partner, had packed face sunscreen, body sunscreen, and aloe vera into your oversized tote bag. He had even checked if you had applied some in the morning before you rushed out the door. You, torn between the desire to lounge on the beach and the fear of missing the bus, had lied to him before planting a quick kiss on his cheek and dashing to the station. 

Now, you deeply regret not listening to him. In addition to your current appearance, your skin is inflamed, hot, scaly, and hurts to the touch. When you pressed down on your irritated skin, your fingers left an unmistakable mark associated with a severe sunburn. 

“Perfect,” you sarcastically muttered to yourself. 

When you finally stopped at the station closest to yours and Sirius’s shared flat, you walked quickly to get home, eager to shower with cold water and hopefully reduce the inflammation your sunburn caused. The plan was simple: you’d get home, dash to the shower, avoid Sirius for the rest of the night, and then what? After some consideration, you decide you’ll have to sleep with a paper bag over your head and in pajamas best suited for a nun. 

Once you reach your shared flat, you can hear Sirius inside cooking dinner. The low sizzle of sautéing vegetables and gentle humming is his giveaway. Quickly unlocking the door and tiptoeing inside, you sneak past the kitchen without detection until a creaking floorboard gives you away. 

Your heart lurches into your stomach. It’s no use being this sneaky over a sunburn, but you wanted to avoid Sirius’s teasing for as long as possible–even though you sometimes secretly loved it.

Sirius’s head turns to look at you, but you do not turn to face him. “Hi, dollface,” he says. You hear the words come out of his mouth, and you really want to turn around and greet him with a hug, but you are determined to avoid detection. 

You suck in a quick breath before tumbling out the words, “I gotta go hop in the shower before dinner, love you!” With that said, you run to the bathroom, your feet smacking down on the floorboards with each step before loudly closing the door. 

Great, that wasn’t suspicious at all, you think to yourself. You have the urge to facepalm your forehead before remembering the searing pain that would follow.

You hopped in the shower, sighing in relief when the cold water hit your inflamed back. Showering after days spent at the beach was the best. 

When you finally finished showering, you had devised a regimen to defeat your sunburn and hopefully avoid pain. You put thick lotion on every area of your sunburnt skin, planning to top it off with a layer of aloe vera gel for added measure. 

Things were going swimmingly. You’d lotioned every irritated limb and your unusually puffy cheeks–resembling a hamster with too much food in their mouth. That was until you tried to lotion your back and realized that your short arms and the searing pain of trying to stretch them due to sunburn would not make applying products easy. 

“No, no, no!” You exasperatedly muttered. You must swallow your pride to take care of your severely sunburnt back. The issue wasn’t that Sirius would be mean per se, but he would undoubtedly tease you before dotingly helping you. Plus, you really didn’t want him to know you had lied to him this morning, evading his attempts to prevent this in the first place. 

Defeat clouded your brain. Swallowing your pride, you peeked out the bathroom door before feebly calling, “Siri, can you help me quickly.” It wasn’t even a second later that you heard him set down plates and footsteps approaching your location. 

Now, face-to-face with your raven-haired boyfriend, you offered him a coy smile that silently said, please don’t be mad at me. His eyes slowly took in the sight of your sunburnt face. Unbeknownst to him, your back looked a lot worse. 

You stood in silence for only a second before he reacted exactly how you thought he would. He let a bellowing laugh escape his mouth before pressing a smiling kiss to your inflamed forehead. “What the hell happened to you? You look like a tomato!”

You were sure you did at this point. The combination of inflamed skin, paired with your now red cheeks from Sirius’s affectionate teasing, was sure to have reddened your skin. Honestly, you were surprised you didn’t look more like a beet. 

You playfully shoved his shoulder before cracking the door wide enough for him to sneak in. “Can you please just help me put some lotion and aloe vera on my back?” You tried to sound stern, but a smile still graced your lips. 

He let another laugh escape his mouth upon observing your sunburnt back. “I thought I packed your sunscreen, and you said you put some on before leaving.” 

You huffed in response, crossing your arms over your chest. “I know; I was just so eager to get to the beach and forgot to put some on,” you complained, slightly whining. 

“You know what I always tell you?” He asks.

“No,” you lied. You knew exactly what he was going to say. 

“Sirius knows best!” He nearly sings out before pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. 

“Sirius,” you whined out, not wanting to be reminded of your unfortunate errors. He usually knew best, but you would never in a million years admit that to him. 

“Okay, okay,” He laughs, holding his hands up in mock defense before gently lathering both lotion and aloe vera gel onto your inflamed back. 

You nearly sigh at the relief but hold your tongue, a feeble attempt to humble his enormous ego. Instead, you opt for a simple “thank you,” turning around to envelop his torso in a tight hug. He responds by kissing your forehead, not wanting to press his hands into your irritated back.

♡ ♡ ♡

By the end of the evening, you were honestly sure you had managed to avoid most of Sirius’s teasing. After he had helped you with your back earlier, you two had enjoyed dinner together and were currently cuddled up in bed, about to fall asleep. 

Leaning over to kiss under your ear–possibly the only part of your skin protected from the sun’s wrath–Sirius wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered, “Goodnight, tomato.”

You rolled your eyes, letting a noticeable sigh escape your lips. You felt Sirius’s chest move with gentle laughter as he delighted in your feigned annoyance. 

You truly were never going to live this down. But you realized you were willing to put up with it if it meant you could stay wrapped in Sirius’s arms forever.

before he cheats

summary: after your cheating boyfriend leaves you heartbroken, you and Sirius–mostly Sirius–drunkenly decide to teach him a lesson by keying his car.

warnings: brief sexual content, angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, fluff, drinking, swearing

sirius black x reader ✿ 1679 words

You were completely and utterly heartbroken. 

After a long day of work, you stopped by your boyfriend’s flat to visit him since you got off thirty minutes early. Despite dating for two years, you still hadn’t moved in together, as Chad “liked his personal space.” 

Or so you thought. Because what the woman on top of Chad was doing right now certainly didn’t look respectful of his personal space.

His bare torso gleamed with sweat, and the woman–who looked nothing like you–rolled her hips on top of him, her neck slightly tilted back. When Chad saw you in the doorway of his bedroom, his eyes widened in shock before he pushed the woman off of him, pulling a blanket to cover his body before strolling over to you in a demeanor that was entirely too confident for the situation.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” He asked, seeming to attempt to sugarcoat his actions with an awkward and ineffective chuckle. 

“What are you doing?” You retorted back, pointing an accusatory finger towards his bare chest. You kept your voice low, trying to be mindful of his neighbors in the apartment complex. Tears gleamed in your eyes, and you almost felt embarrassed at how quickly you got worked up–something Chad made fun of you for constantly–until you spotted the woman tiptoeing to the bathroom. 

His mouth opened up a few times, seeming to try and come up with a concrete reason for what you had just seen. But he couldn’t, and after a few tries, he closed his mouth in silent defeat. 

You shook your head at him, flabbergasted by what you witnessed, before turning on your heel. Right before you left his flat, just for clarity’s sake, you muttered, “We’re done,” before opening the door, going, and slamming the door behind you. Screw the neighbors.

♡ ♡ ♡

For the next three days, your set-up in the living room of your flat was a sad sight. Atop your leather sofa were pounds of used tissues, covered in your snot and tears, and you had been in the same pair of pajamas for three days straight. For those three days, you’d rewatched your comfort movie approximately twenty times. 

It wasn’t until the third day that you heard your phone buzz for the twentieth time, the ringtone you’d chosen for your best friend Sirius blaring over the Titanic soundtrack. You finally decided to answer and quickly regretted the decision when you heard Sirius’s blaring voice over the speaker. So much for a peaceful afternoon in.

“Y/N! Why have you disappeared off the face of the planet?” Sirius’s voice rang out through the speakerphone, clear, concerned, and loud. 

After glancing at your tissue pile, you begrudgingly decided that this conversation might be better in person if you could get through it without choking over your tears. “Umm, how about I tell you over some drinks? Can you meet me at the bar in an hour?” You offered your plan as best possible, trying not to cringe at how unsure you sounded. 

Sirius huffed over the phone, clearly unsatisfied with waiting to hear your story. “Fine, but you better tell me everything.” He drawled out, settling. 

“See you then,” you replied, hanging up the phone and leaping off the couch. If you only had an hour to fix yourself up, you had to hurry.

♡ ♡ ♡

By the time you reached the bar, you were sweating. Both from the quick pace at which you had to shower and dress yourself and the even faster pace at which you had to walk to the bar to meet Sirius at your agreed time. 

When you walked into The Black Dog, you spotted Sirius’s mop of jaw-length black hair before anything else, walking over to slide into his booth. When you sat down, his eyes widened slightly before his lips turned upwards, and he smiled a winsome smile as he took in your appearance. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Looks like someone finally decided to leave the house.” 

“Shut up,” you replied quickly, sticking up your finger to tell him to wait as you ordered many tequila shots; surely, this would keep you two well-hydrated for the night. 

“Before or after we take some shots?” He asked when you returned.

“After,” you replied quickly. It took very little thought to decide you needed some alcohol in your system to get through this without either crying or feeling so embarrassed you crawled back home and never came out of your bedroom. 

Sensing your serious story, Sirius leaned back in his chair, ready to hear you vent. “Ladies first,” he gestured to the shot tray. 

In response, you slammed down two shots, chasing with a sip of water. Inhaling a breath, you began. “Chad cheated on me,” you let the words escape your lips quickly, hoping Sirius wouldn’t detect any emotion in them. 

His demeanor immediately stiffened, eyes narrowing in anger for you, but he didn’t let it show if he was angry. “Are you okay?” He muttered. The words were uncharacteristically soft for the raven-haired man, who extended his hand as he placed it on your forearm. 

“Yes,” you uttered, the word coming out as a choke. You sighed, acknowledging defeat. “Not really,” you decided to confess. 

He hummed in understanding, pushing another shot your way before downing one himself. He nodded at you to continue. 

“I mean, I don’t know what to say. We’ve been–” You sigh. “We had been dating for two years, and I come to Chad’s apartment, and he’s naked with someone who isn’t me,” you continue. “It just really sucks,” you finished, not caring to try and use fancy language. 

“You deserve better than that asshole,” Sirius declared, downing two more shots. You offered him a glassy-eyed smile in response. 

“Here, drink up. We’re going to need it,” Sirius said, pushing two more shots toward you before finishing his share. 

“For what?” You asked, finishing your share of the shots as well. 

“Revenge,” Sirius declared, a mischievous glint taking over his eye. 

“What–” You started, but before you could finish, Sirius grabbed your hand, tugging you towards the door. 

“Just trust me,” he said, interlocking your fingers before practically sprinting down the sidewalk. 

You ran along, embracing the warmth that came from his slender hands.

♡ ♡ ♡

When you got to Chad’s apartment, you decided you should not have trusted Sirius. You two stood beside Chad’s brand-new red Mercedes convertible on the sidewalk outside his flat. 

“What are we doing?” you asked, a slight slur to your words. The tequila had kicked in. 

“We are going to key Chad’s car,” Sirius announced, his voice leaving little room for argument. 

Your mouth fell open in a gape. “We cannot do that!” you whisper-shouted, shocked by his audacity. Though you had to admit, the idea was not entirely repulsive. 

“Yes, we can,” Sirius said, unlooping his carabiner from his belt loop and tossing his keys to you. 

You caught his keys with both hands, staring at the shiny medal. “He’ll know who did it,” you said. 

“In London?” Sirius huffed out. “He has no cameras, and he lives in a major city. We just have to be careful not to leave a trace.” 

You stood for a second, considering his words. Recalling the way the woman’s body moved on top of his, you decided this idea wasn’t half-bad. “Okay,” you agreed. “But you have to go first.” 

“You go first, and I’ll help,” Sirius said. 

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, confused by the proposition. 

It didn’t take a second before Sirius put his hand over yours, shoving the key between both your fingers as he grasped the top of your smaller hand. Guiding you to the driver’s door, he took control of your enclosed hands, firmly dragging the key down the fresh paint. You fought the urge to wince as it squealed had Sirius’s larger hand not kept yours in place. 

“Like this,” he breathed into your ear. Your back was pressed flush to his chest, his free hand languidly grasping your hip. You flushed at the closeness. “Now do the other side, alone,” He said, grasping your hips with both hands to guide you to the passenger's side. 

You squatted down, digging the key into the car and dragging it to the gas pump. When you looked behind you, Sirius was smiling in delight. 

“Perfect,” he muttered, but he wasn’t looking at the new damage to Chad’s car. He was looking at you. 

Suddenly, you noticed Chad’s apartment filled with golden light through a window directly above where you and Sirius stand, vandalizing his car. 

Sirius must’ve noticed, too, but he grabbed your hand and his keys again. “Fuck, we have to run,” He deduced. 

You fought the urge to squeal as your body filled with sudden adrenaline, both you and Sirius taking off in a wild sprint.

♡ ♡ ♡

You panted from the exercise when you reached a park eight blocks away, leaning against a tree as Sirius sat on the grass. Your lungs greedily took in the air. You jolted your head downwards when you heard Sirius throw his head back in a throaty laugh. 

“That was magnificent,” Sirius concluded, a broad grin overtaking his features. 

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, clutching your stomach and falling to the floor beside him. 

“Yeah, it was,” you agreed. “Thanks for convincing me to do it,” you offered up, appreciative of your best friend. 

Sirius hummed in response, brushing his thumb across your cold knuckles. “Hopefully, next time, he’ll think before he cheats,” he muttered, smiling softly at you. 

You couldn’t help but smile back, leaning your head against his warm shoulder. “Yeah,” you agreed. But with Sirius’s warm body radiating heat into yours, you could care less about Chad cheating. 

You just appreciated having Sirius here with you, and you grasped onto his hand for emphasis. You figured he felt the same way when he dragged your now enclosed hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of yours.

Chestnuts Roasting? - Sirius Black

Sirius x fem!reader

Marauders Era

Warnings: none

Word count: 213

Summary: Prompts- “Chestnuts roasting over an open fire.” & “These aren’t chestnuts.” & “... Marshmallows roasting over an open fire.”

Authors Note: First Ever Marauders Era Imagine

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“Okay so Christmas tradition starts now.” Sirius shouted abruptly as he entered the Gryffindor common room. Where the Marauders and their girls were sitting around on the couches by the lit fire, trying to stay warm with how cold the weather had been and the castle walls absorbing it.

“Which one?” Remus raised a brow at his high energy friend. There are a lot of traditions when it comes to celebrating christmas.

“Yeah, Padfoot. There’s a lot of them.” James looked on at Sirius amused at his behavior.

Sirius smirked and dropped a bag on the table in between the couches.

“Chestnuts?” Peter read the words on the bag with a furrowed expression.

“Yes.” Sirius nodded, smiling at his friends as they all looked at him curiously. “Chestnuts roasting over an open fire.”

“These aren’t chestnuts.” Y/n stated opening the bag with a smile forming on her face in amusement picking out a marshmallow and eating it.

“... Marshmallows roasting over an open fire.” Sirius corrected himself as they all stared at him in amusement and confusion.

Y/n shrugged with a smile and tilted her head looking at the others. “They’ll taste better.”

“Exactly.” Sirius explained, smiling at his girl. At least she got it. Roasted marshmallows taste way better than nuts.

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Dog Sledding & Sleigh Rides - Sirius Black

Sirius x fem!reader

Marauders Era

Warnings: none Its funny!

Word count: 409

Summary: Prompts- “We should go dog sledding. We already have one, right Padfoot?” (Author of prompt Me) & “We could do a sleigh ride we do have a deer, right Prongs?” (Author of prompt Me )

Authors Note: I thought this was a funny lighthearted write. Hope you enjoy and laugh.

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“I’m bored.” James grumbled bored out of his mind.

“We all are.” Sirius pointed out rolling his head to the side, annoyed at their lack of activities to do.

“We need to do something.” James added, frustrated with his boredom.

“Like what?” Y/n questions, wondering what he might have in mind.

“I don’t know. . .” He sighs leaning back into the common room couch.

“Our activities are limited due to the snow.” Remus says pointing out their restriction on activities they could do.

“Well then what can we do in the snow?” James asked, sitting up and leaning his elbows on his knees thinking.

Y/n smirked as she came up with an idea. Turning her attention to her big black dog of a friend next to her on the couch. “We could go dog sledding. We already have one. Right, Padfoot?”

They all started laughing at Y/n’s words. Sirius playfully glared at her.

“Oh sweetheart you're gonna get it for that. Just you wait.” He told her, narrowing his eyes at her playfully, for the comment.

“Looking forward to it.” Y/n winked with a smile.

“I actually think Y/n’s idea would be fun.” James spoke up with amusement on his face.

“Really?” Sirius just deadpanned looking towards his friend, clearly not amused like everyone else from Y/n’s comment. But then he thought of one of his own. “You know we could do a sleigh ride. We do have a deer. Right Prongs?”

Y/n and Remus could not hold in their laughter.

“Bugger off mate.” James said while throwing a couch pillow at his black haired friend.

“Y/n started it.” Sirius screechted blaming the y/h/c-ed girl next to him as he tried to use her as a shield.

“Hey!” Y/n yelled as the pillow came at them, and for Sirius trying to blame her for his comment. 

“Come up with one for Mooney Sweetheart?” James asked once they calmed down some, hoping for another amusing comment.

“That's for Halloween.” She smirked at the boys while Remus just shook his head fondly, having heard her words for him before and actually found it funny.

“Huh?” James and Sirius said at the same time looking at her confused.

Y/n and Remus looked at each other before saying at the sametime. “Ahhh Ooo werewolves of London!”

All four of them laughed at that, enjoying their time together and the jokes they said.

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Sultry | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: One argument gets a little too detailed.

Every sibling had a counterpart. Whether it be one was nice, and one was mean. Or one was smart, and one was incredibly dumb. Every sibling had their contradiction. Remus and Y/n Lupin were no different in the grand scheme of things, but on the outside, they were different people.

Remus wore robes of maroon and gold. Y/n wore robes of green and silver. They were only a year apart, but they were so incredibly different. Remus felt like from the minute she was born, they were meant to argue. Her sarcastic comments were unmatched, and her wit was incredible.

To be frank, it brought great smiles to James and Sirius’ faces when the Lupin siblings got into it. It was undoubtedly funny and incredibly jaw-dropping to watch them argue. It was a constant back and forth argument with how they differed. If one said something snarky, the following comment would be even better.

Sirius had never been on the receiving end of it until he had, and it brought a bright red flush to his face to get told off by the female Slytherin. Now Remus understood what was so fun about watching them argue. Remus and James had never seen Sirius look so flustered before.

This argument was supposed to be no different, “Are you fucking daft?” Y/n retorted, “Merlin, your voice makes my ears bleed.” Sirius muttered.

She quirked an eyebrow, “Does it now? Maybe you should listen to yourself. All you do is blah blah blah. You never shut up.”

“Well, maybe you should shut me up!” Sirius shouted, and Remus stilled, “Should I now?” Y/n approached slowly.

Sirius was quickly backed up against the wall and gulping down breaths nervously, “And what makes you think you deserve that?”

“Cat caught your tongue, darling?” Y/n purred, twisting his tie, “So tough on the outside, but as soon as you get what you want, you can no longer talk.”

Y/n leaned to whisper in his ear, “Maybe I should go talk to Regulus. You wouldn’t like that would you?”

Hands tightened on her waist as he clenched his jaw, making her chuckle, “That’s right. You wouldn’t like that, mm?”

“You forget Regulus is one of my closest friends.” Y/n teased, “Maybe, you’d enjoy the same things he does.”

“What is that suppose to mean?” Sirius growled, “What do you think, love?”

People gathered, watching them do this in the middle of a corridor, “Maybe if you use your words like a good boy next time. I’ll do what you want.”

Y/n pulled away with a wink leaving Sirius speechless and blushing like mad. Remus was appalled. Yes, he knew that Y/n could have any guy she wanted in the castle. That wasn’t new knowledge. But watching it happen, especially to Sirius, was an entirely different process.

“Alright.” James coughed, “Now that we know Sirius has a crush on Y/n and that your sister has slept with Regulus, I think we can move on.”

Remus can play the piano.

before everything happened with his dad Hope was giving him lessons

and though he ends up in a children’s home he gets his hands on one while there

it’s his only escape before transfereing to hogwarts

he’s not tone deaf. his sensitive ears allow him perfect pitch

this is also one of the only reasons he survives, when the boys learn he can play they stop bullying him

becomes mildly popular as he’s given requests by them regularly

Once he gets to Hogwarts Minnie installs a piano in the gryffindor common room

Knows how to play every David Bowie song by heart

plays for fleamont and Euphemia during Christmas at the Potters

Sirius tries to one up him (with his many lessons in various instruments *cough* pure blood *cough*) but Remus smiles at him and he messes up

Its one of the only things he can do without being clumsy

when he's sad he plays, when he's angry he plays, when he's happy he plays

When he's older he begins giving lessons to first years in the room of requirement

brings sirius along to show them an example of the importance of never being distracted

Remus can play the piano.

Sirius Black × Reader

❝The silken mist has swallowed him whole, has taken him to a whole other world, all without her.❞  

Sirius Black × Reader

Assassin AU

❝Her eyes are soft like Summer’s sky, sharper than Winter’s kiss. Articulate like Autumn’s destined demise, sweeter than Springtime’s bliss.❞

Sirius Black × Reader

❝She finds him cloaked beneath a canopy of constellations strung above the Astronomy Tower balcony, summer sticky on his cheeks, and a string of starlight strangling the curvature of his clavicle.❞

Sirius Black x Reader

soulmate au

❝He kisses her then, grabs her tenderly by the jaw, can feel the crimson dripping down his palms.

She doesn’t suffocate.

The world is okay.❞

✨️Biker boyfriend ✨️

Your boyfriend has a motorcycle. And come on there are so many perks at having a biker boyfriend.

Having his destroying your insides while wearing his helmet because uhhhh.

Seeing those leathers hug his muscled body 🥵🔥 being all attractive as his legs wrap around the motorcycle and speed off in huge roads.

His favourite position is undoubtedly you on top of him. How could he possibly not enjoy you bouncing on top of his cock, hair flailing about as your tits jiggled freely in front of his eyes. Letting you ride him as if he is your bike. Letting you take control for as much as you can handle, bouncing up and down, rolling your hips and grinding against him.

“That’s it darling, keep going.” you’d continue moving at a quicker pace upon hearing him speak, upon hearing his praise, not slowing down even when you felt your legs pain — head only throwing back in utter gratification as you felt your cunt grip onto his length.

He would only chuckle in reply, holding onto you tightly, before wrapping your hair around his hands and slamming himself up into you, as he sees you in your weakened state. You can not hold yourself up from all the pleasure, giving in, letting him take the reins. The unholy sounds of his balls hitting against your cunt mixed in with your breathy moans and his loud grunts bouncing of the walls and only intensifying the urge to cum faster. He would love watching your face when he hit that spot, your body coming to a halt as you shuddered, eyes rolling back and fingers digging into his pecs. You would fall on top of him, letting your weight rest on his body not sparing a single thought about the mess between your legs.

Or think about all the little daytrips he will take you. Forests and beaches all of them then being plagued in your mind by very good sex and multiple orgasms. Maybe even on his bike trying to balance the both of you as wrecks your whole being.

Sirius Black x OC

the name of the game

in which sirius black loses a bet with james. now he has to make y/n l/n fall in love with him by the end of the year.

sirius black x gryffindor!reader

the start of stupidity

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MATERIALIST

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Viktor Krum

-James Potter

-Draco Malfoy

for you i would fall from grace

summary: sirius teaches you how to touch yourself

warnings: dom/sub dynamics (dom!sirius, sub!reader), guided female masturbation, innocence/corruption kink, a bit of religious imagery (seriously why is it always religious imagery?)

word count: 3k

a/n: i wrote this on a whim yesterday since it wouldn’t leave my brain. i also felt kinda weird writing it but i actually like how it turned out. i was thinking i could maybe do like a mini series of sirius teaching you different things, let me know what you think

sirius black was first and foremost a gentleman.

he liked to pretend he wasn’t, covering up the long and boring etiquette lessons his mother drilled into him with lewd comments, flirtatious smirks and illicit escapades in broom closets with anyone who caught his eye.

but when he met you, all those courting lessons and gentlemanly behaviour came back to him like a broken dam. he hated you for making him rely on something his parents of all people taught him, yet he couldn’t help but want to treat you right.

he blamed it on that innocent and sweet aura that surrounded you. with your pretty summer dresses and skirts, your melodic voice and kind eyes, the confused look and cocked head when someone made a suggestive comment and your flushing cheeks when he explained them to you. you were simply too virtuous, completely untouched, and it felt wrong to treat you any other way.

but, for all his need to protect and coddle you, he couldn’t help the deep desire he had to ruin you. he wanted to be the one to teach you everything, wanted to be the only one who would ever see you on your knees for him while you choked on his cock, the only person you would beg tearfully to give you something, anything. the only person who would be able to see your quivering legs and hear your whimpers and moans.

his little angel turned devil, just for him.

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the fall from grace of his angel began a normal tuesday afternoon a few weeks ago.

he had seen the thoughtful expression on your face, the furrowed eyebrows and chewed lips. you had been distracted all day, not focusing on your classes and disconnecting yourself from the conversations that involved you. he had asked you multiple times if you were okay, but you just muttered a small “fine” and receded back in your mind.

the answer came to him when you were alone in his room. you were leaning against his body while reading a book or at least trying to, but you couldn’t shake the echo of marlene’s words from your ears.

“what do you mean you haven’t done anything with sirius yet?”

you didn’t have an answer. you knew sirius was very experienced, the whispers between boys in the bathrooms reached your ears multiple times, and the comments girls made about him were very much impossible to ignore. but he treated you differently than he did them, full of chivalry and with a debonair manner that only added to the charm that was sirius black.

he never pressured nor asked you to do anything, and you didn’t either. it was just the way your relationship worked, and you had never been truly that interested in sex either. it just never really caught your attention as it obviously had with everyone else, but maybe with sirius, it would be nice.

but now you couldn’t help but wonder if he actually wanted to do stuff with you, and also felt a little guilty for denying him for so long even if it hadn’t been on purpose.

“sirius?” you asked, “can I ask you something?”

he tore his eyes from the pages in front of you two, “‘course y’can, angel”

you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. “have you ever— I mean, did you— do you want to have sex with me?” you couldn’t help but blunder.

“what?” he sputtered. of all the possible things he thought you would ask him, that had certainly not been on the list. he saw your heating cheeks, “where’s this coming from, bunny?”

you sighed, “it’s just… marlene said something today and it got me thinking, and I just…” you shrugged, “I just wanted to ask because I know you enjoy it and maybe you were holding yourself back, but I just have never done anything like that so…”

“I don’t want to do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable,” he said, looking into your eyes so you could see the truth of his words.

“but I want to,” you whispered shyly.

he looked at you deeply, considering if he should give in to the beginning of his darkest fantasies or if he should keep you safe from them a bit longer. it was so tempting to finally chip at your pristine image but it still felt wrong to do it so suddenly, so he decided to compromise.

he nodded his acceptance. slowly, he started to caress your arms, uncovered since you were wearing a pretty green floral dress. he felt the goosebumps rising, the hair on your skin barely gracing his finger pads. “what do you want to do, pretty girl?”

“I—I don’t know,” you murmured, lowering your head to think. sirius smirked slightly, of course you didn’t. “well then we better start at the very beginning,” he said in a playful tone. “have you ever touched yourself?”

you shook your head. “fuck,” he muttered, closing his eyes. he should’ve known, it was so blatantly obvious he doesn’t even know what other answer he was expecting. he could already feel his cock hardening at the idea of being all of your firsts.

“is that bad?” you questioned.

“no, baby, there’s nothing wrong with that. it just means you have a lot to learn,” he explained, his hands now travelling up to your shoulders and toying with the straps of your dress. you nodded in understanding and looked up at him with wide eyes, “can you teach me, please?”

he had to clench his jaw to stifle a groan at your innocent question. “yeah, bunny, I'll teach you everything.” you smiled happily and climbed on his lap, “when do we start?”

he smirked at you, his hand lightly closing around your throat, not quite squeezing it just yet. he pulled his face close to yours and let his lips hover over yours, making you hazy with the need to kiss him, “right now” he mumbled and then he was kissing you.

it started slow, your lips moving in sync as he pulled you closer and closer, your senses completely engulfed by sirius. his cologne was the only thing you could smell, the toothpaste and ashy smoke the only thing you could taste on his tongue, and his smooth skin and soft shirt the only thing you could feel.

his fingers toyed with the ends of your dress, the fabric already riding up your thighs. he moved his hands further up underneath it, cupping your lace-covered breasts. then, he flipped the dress over your head and pulled it off, leaving you only in your underwear. his eyes opened wide at the sight, this being the first time he saw you almost completely uncovered. the farthest the both of you had gone was slight make-out sessions, sirius always stopping you before it could go any further, his guilty conscience overriding his desire to stretch you wide open. “my beautiful girl,” he said in admiration while cupping your cheeks, the pads of his fingers tangling themselves between the roots of your hair.

he kissed you again, more fervour and want in his movements. when he squeezed your butt, making you gasp at the unexpected touch, his tongue entered your mouth and started to explore the cavity that he knew would make the prettiest sounds. your hands played with his hair, letting him take control of the kiss.

from your place on his lap, he turned you around and positioned your body in front of him and the mirror on the side of his bed. he placed wet kisses on the side of your neck, slightly biting in some places so that red marks would appear later. his hands were all over you, teasing the edge of your underwear and the swell of your breasts.

you sighed in pleasure as your eyes rolled back, already slipping, drunk on his touch. he unclasped your bra, and with a kiss on your cheek he stopped touching you. the halt in his buttery touch confused you, wasn’t he going to teach you?

“gimme your hand, bunny” you raised your hand, his big fingers encasing your wrist. he moved it from your chest to your navel, up and down, only the tip of your fingers grazing your skin. you shivered at the slight contact, “that feels nice, doesn’t it?” his lips brushed over the shell of your ear.

“yeah,” you breathed, “s’nice.”

he chuckled, “it’s about to be even better. touch your pretty tits f’me.” you did as he said, palming and squeezing them and feeling your nipples harden underneath your hands. you hesitantly pinched them, moaning when you realised it felt good. “those are your nipples, bunny,” he said, “you can roll, flick or pinch them and it’ll feel good.”

you followed his instruction, increasing the pressure until— “owie!” you whimpered. you looked at him, brows furrowed and lips pouting, “that didn’t feel good, sirius, it hurt.”

“oh, you were too harsh, my love. you have to go slowly, or you’ll hurt y’self.” he explained, “try again”

your hands went back to your hardened nipples, alternating between rolling and pinching them, using the same amount of pressure you were using before your mishap. sirius just watched the movements of your hands, wishing they were his but controlling himself. he couldn’t just fuck you silly, he had to get you ready for him, teach you everything you would need to know before he turned you into his little cock slut.

breathy moans fell from your lips, and you could feel a slight pressure in your lower stomach as well as something wet against your underwear. your skin felt hot, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead and something almost pulsing down there. “siri, I feel funny,” you said.

“what does it feel like, bunny?” he asked, eyes glued to the hardened buds between your fingers. “i-it hurts… down there, and it tingles” you worried.

“s’okay, angel, that means you are doing a good job!” he reassured. “you can use your fingers to touch your pussy, baby. go on, it’ll feel good, I promise.”

one of your hands moved south, going under your underwear and touching your clit. your hips bucked at the feather-like touch, short whimpers of pleasure leaving your mouth. “it’s wet, siri” you gasped.

he grunted, getting frustrated that he couldn’t see anything since you were still clad in your underwear. his fingers tapped the hem, “take these off, want to see you.” you raised your hips and pulled your underwear down your legs, gasping a bit at the cold air contrasting your scorching heat.

he opened your legs and made eye contact with you through the mirror. “look at that pretty pussy, angel.” you followed his eyesight, averting your eyes when you saw yourself. “don’t get shy, s’such a pretty cunt,” he soothed you.

“pretty?” you mumbled, your hand going back there to touch yourself again. sirius groaned at the sight, basking in the image of you needily looking for your pleasure. “yeah, baby, s’beautiful even. all swollen and wet, can’t wait to feel you around m’cock.” you whined at his words, moving your fingers in circles as your hips started to rise, “I wanna feel you too.”

“oh you can’t just yet, angel, you have so much to learn!” you pouted at his refusal, shaking your head, “no, siri, want it now.” he smirked, realizing you couldn’t even say the word. he mocked confusion, “what do you want? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me what you’re asking for.”

your fingers slightly slowed down, cheeks heating at the look he gave you. it didn’t help that you were completely naked while he was still wearing all of his clothes, leaving you completely exposed for his hungry eyes to feast on your image. “want your cock, siri” you mumbled.

“good girl, using your words to ask for something.” you smiled at his praise, feeling more tingles in your stomach after he complimented you. “but I can’t give it to you now, bunny—”

“why not?!” you interrupted him, whining like a child throwing a tantrum.

he scowled at you, grabbing your wrist to completely halt your movements. your hips bucked, searching for that pleasurable touch once more, and you whined again when you couldn’t get it. “don’t interrupt me, angel, remember who is in charge here,” he scolded, only letting up when you murmured a small ‘m’sorry’.

“as I was saying,” he looked pointedly at you, “I can’t give it to you now because I might hurt you. I gotta get you all stretched out before you can have m’cock”

you understood his reasoning, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. “but I want it now!” you complained. a tight squeeze on your neck as a warning had you pausing. “watch.your.tone” he snapped, his face close to yours as he spoke in your ear. “you can put your fingers inside you and pretend it’s my cock if you want, but I don’t know if you deserve it…” he trailed off, watching you squirm in front of him.

“oh please, siri! m’sorry for being rude, s’just… I wanna feel all of you.” you explained, trying to sway him. “can I please play with my fingers?”

if he had been a stronger man, he would’ve said no. but he was weak, for you and that honeyed voice and those big eyes with fluttering lashes. he was weak and desperately wanted to see how you looked when you came. did you open your mouth, or did you bite your lip to try and keep quiet? did you close your eyes and clutch at the sheets around you? he had to know, so he complied, reassuring himself that there would be time to scold you and turn you into his good girl who followed all his rules later.

“come on, I’ll help you,” he grabbed your wrist once more and raised your slightly sticky fingers to your mouth, “you gotta get them all wet, it’ll make it easier to slip inside.”

you slowly opened your mouth, hesitating, but he quickly pushed your fingers inside and pressed them against your tongue. “suck on them. think of it as practice for sucking my cock.”

at that you swirled your tongue around them eagerly, wanting to be able to make him feel good. the taste was a bit weird, but you didn’t mind it. you covered them in your spit, looking at sirius’s image on the reflective surface. “you wanna suck me, angel? s’that why you are suckling on m’fingers like that? are you pretending it’s my cock?” those words had you shivering in delight, a garbled ‘yes’ your only response.

he took your fingers away from your mouth, enjoying the way your tongue lolled out trying to bring them back inside. oh, what would he give to have that tongue up and down his length…

“use your other hand to play with your puffy clit,” he instructed as he moved your fingers to your entrance. you looked at the movements reflected in the mirror, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the slight stretch when he pushed one inside. “oh!” you moaned.

his hand left yours, leaving you to your own devices. “push it in and out, and make sure to curl them so it feels extra good.” you did as he said, starting slow but quickly gaining speed when you felt those tingles once more. the buzzing in your veins and the hazy feeling in your mind as your heart sped up was so good you never wanted it to stop. now you understood why everyone seemed obsessed with masturbating and sex, and your fingers sped up as you imagined sirius pressing his hips to yours.

“it feels so good, sirius,” you babbled, moans and whines interrupting your words.

“oh, I’m sure it does. add another, it’ll feel much better.” he moaned lowly as he watched you push another finger in, the image of you lost in your first taste of pleasure burning itself on his mind. you gasped at the slight burn caused by the stretch, but your movements on your clit were enough to distract you from the pain.

“siri, I feel—I feel strange… like I’m about to—to burst!” you cried, never once pausing your fingers. “s’so tight, too, can barely move.”

oh, and didn’t that last sentence make him go absolutely feral. he tried to remain stoic, reminding himself that good things came to those who were patient. “that means you’re about to cum. s’okay, angel, you can let go. I’ve got you.”

you were rising, basking in euphoria as your moans got louder and louder the closer you got to the edge. your back was arching, walls fluttering around your fingers as they moved in and out while your other hand rubbed small circles on your swollen bud. sirius watched you enraptured, hypnotized by your shaky figure as he held your legs open. you were so close, the pleasure rising and rising and rising and then—

you were falling, a broken moan echoing around the four walls as your body slumped against sirius’s, your hair bunching up a little against his chest almost like a broken halo. you closed your eyes tightly, scrunching your nose as you felt the tidal wave wash over you, small whimpers caused by the resounding pleasure leaving your open mouth. your chest was heaving, trying to breathe in any oxygen you could while sirius’s palms travelled along your torso and he whispered praises in your ear.

he removed your fingers from your still fluttering hole and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean as he watched your face in the mirror. he smirked at your dumbstruck face, “couldn’t help myself, angel,” he said, “taste so good, like syrup”

you pouted your lips, and sirius lifted your chin so you were looking at him upside down and kissed you slowly, his tongue circling yours and allowing you to taste yourself. he pulled apart gradually, letting your lips cling to his for as long as possible before they ultimately departed from each other. his fingers traced your cheekbones lightly, watching as you closed your eyes at the tender touch.

his little angel had finally fallen.

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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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