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flusteredmoonn · 23 days

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electric touch; sirius black

summary: "all i know, is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life," in which they take a significant risk in their relationship.

tags: (SFW), fluffy, soft? sirius, love confessions, friends to lovers, mentions of war, semi war angst, fast paced, afab reader, unspecified house, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 1.0k+

speak now tracklist. request.

the corridor was soundless compared to the chirping of birds in the courtyard, leaves rustled through the wind as it whipped through the windowless arches. not a student was in sight, the school being left near barren as half term commenced. even the school's poltergeist, peaves, didn't leave a trail of sound in his wake. though the peace was disrupted when the pitched sound of dress shoes walking across the aged flagstone erased the sounds of the night as a storm swirled distantly.

sirius hadn't gotten on the train at hogsmeade station with his friends, instead, he decided to stay back. though not before saying a final goodbye to his three friends at the station, bidding them a goodbye, before making the lonely trek back to the castle with hagrid, who made sure the first years had made it onto the train safely. the air between them had been left sombre.

at least this way his parents wouldn't be disappointed that he was spending his half term with blood traitors, he had bitterly thought to himself as he traversed the empty hall. his steps increased in pace the more he continued to think, on a mission to climb gryffindor tower and cosy up in his four poster bed.

however, his plans were immediately disrupted when he had heard a second set of steps, moving toward him. his attention piqued, though he kept his head down. who would still be out and wandering the halls at this time? probably some second years taking full advantage of the prefects not enforcing rules, because it's half term, sirius assumed.

he was quickly disproven when he caught sight of a familiar face, perking up at the prospect of not having to spend the next week and a half alone.

"y/n?" he verbally questioned, adjusting his posture as he paused his movements. her head quipped up, from her stare to the ground, rain filled the silence rhythmically.

"sirius?" she parroted, face pulling together in confusion, "i thought you left already? with everyone else?"

"nah, decided to stay back this time, don't really fancy getting another howler from mum and dad," the boy laughed off, stepping closer to the girl, as they still remained on opposite ends of the corridor.

"do you usually get a howler during half term, are you not going home?" she wondered, mimicking sirius' efforts to close the gap between them.

"well when i stay with james 'n' stuff i do, yeah," the boy somewhat mumbled, looking around in avoidance.

"oh right."

"yeah," silence fell between them, a sudden tensity between them at the tail end of the conversation.

another beat, rain continuing to patter through the archways.

"why're you staying back this time, that's not like you," sirius pointed out, a small smile on his face as it scrunched. "y'know, things to do, people to see," the girl laughed at her words, before further elaborating on her plans to study for the term ahead, with the inevitable disruptions soon to come.

an illuminating flash of lightning eerily casted shadows across the two, followed by a loud clap of thunder. even the insinuated conversation of whatever may be looming in their future was an unspoken thing through the school, the stands of great knights' armour sharing a knowing look of what was to come.

subconsciously, y/n took a step toward sirius, looking outside at the swirling storm. his hand gently went to her arm, a comforting gesture as another loud rumble filled the space.

"should we go inside," he suggested, taking a step in the direction of gryffindor tower. wordlessly, the girl agreed, following the boy closely as he made his way toward his home common room.

on their walk, his arm ended up around her as the intensity of the storm increased. their typical playful banter filled the air, the portrait's not bothering to tell them off for their disturbances. the tension in the girl eased the more they both talked with one another. and sirius could tell. which only encouraged the jokes he had cracked.

without the pressure of the other boys, the two could act without consequence. and the more the night progressed, the less careful they had both become. the fire of the red and gold commons crackling, as they sat shoulder to shoulder on the red pleated couch. idle conversation bounced between them until pin-drop silence overtook them.

"i'm glad you're here," sirius suddenly spoke, a shy smile on his face as he glanced over at y/n, gauging her reaction. "half term would be so lonely without you," he continued shamelessly, trying to rebuild his nonchalant facade.

"me too, it'd be weird being here by myself, or with anyone else. m' glad it's you," she replied, looking over and replicating his expression.

"really?"

"yeah," she paused, "plus, it'd be so awkward if james was here, he'd take the piss so bad if he saw us right now," she suddenly laughed, hand moving to hover in front of her mouth.

he grabbed her wrist gently, moving her hand down, her laughter simmered down at his actions. they stared at one another in silence, the rain picking up as it hit the tempered windows harshly. he leaned in ever so slightly, again waiting for her reaction before he moved forward. his energy became hesitant for a moment, until she closed her eyes inhaling, shuffling closer to him. he followed suit, closing his eyes and leaned closer to the girl.

their lips connected, heads turning to a diagonal as they breathed each other in. breathlessly, they pulled apart, searching the other's faces for a reaction.

"are you sure you want to do this," she asked him, still trying to regulate her breathing, her face flushed.

"yes. definitely. but you know that this changes everything," he smiled at her, eyes darting over her face, his own equally as beat red.

"yeah, that's okay. i want that."

"good," he said, leaning in to capture her in another kiss.

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veryberryjelly · 9 months

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Matcha latte event ☕️

52 with sirius black

Have a nice day.

𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

52 - cheek kisses

it was easy to tell from the start of your relationship with sirius that he loved physical touch, but for someone uncomfortable with public displays of affection, it was hard for you do give him that touch infront of his friends.

so, while everyone of his friends was completely fine with greeting eachother with hugs and long kisses, you always seemed to twitch whenever sirius touched you infront of others.

but he quickly found a new way to show his love for you in a way you quite liked.

whenever he greeted you he'd place a simple kiss onto your cheek.

and the same thing would happen when he left you.

it wasnt something you had ever discussed or thought about, but he always did it and it was perfect.

it was technically a public display of affection, but it was quick, adorable and not to mention it made your cheeks heat up which subsequently made sirius smile every damn time.

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sumsumstrashbin · 6 months

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𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟗𝟓𝟎

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

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

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

─────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

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

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

“Who is it?” A man inside shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mydearlybeloathed · 6 months

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OLD MASTERLIST

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♡

➼ moodswings

in which the hormones attack. zoro x f!reader, sanji x f!reader, luffy x f!reader

𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 ♡

➼ are you still sad?

luffy had always been more observant than you gave him credit for. f!reader

➼ i remember thinking i had you **

you'd always had a feeling luffy's dreams would outgrow you, but when that day finally arrives, you're not as prepared as you'd thought you'd be. now he's willing to take a chance to make his dream come true, fully believing you're right behind him. you have a decision to make: risk everything for the boy who means everything, or set him free of your doubts. gn!reader, multi part fic, opla!luffy

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 ♡

➼ flavors of home *

in which even though you've been rescued, you're homesick. a certain pirate chef is more than willing to help cure the ailment. f!reader

➼ we are never getting back together (?) *

in which you, now a successful singer, and sanji, now a pirate, reunite unexpectedly when you return to baratie for a one night only performance. f!reader

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 ♡

➼ my sister, my responsibility **

even as you grow older, you'll always be his baby sister.

➼ another birthday down the drain

you would have thought your birthday would keep zeff and sanji from bickering—well, you thought wrong.

𝐳𝐨𝐫𝐨 ♡

➼ get some sleep

you just can't get to sleep thanks to a terrible rainstorm terrorizing the ship. luckily, your tossing and turning inspired nami with an idea: just go sleep with the swordsman. f!reader

➼ got me spinning like a ballerina

in which zoro doesn't dance, but he has no issue in watching you twirl yourself off your feet. so long as you twirl back to him when your feet get tired. f!reader

➼ sail again **

once upon a time, you'd weaseled your way into the demon pirate hunter's confidance, and maybe even his heart too. but one bounty gone wrong leads to you being left behind, and you just can't understand why. f!reader, opla

𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♡

➼ hindsight * foresight

in which your death brings the heroes of olympus back together, after nearly a decade of fighting. f!reader

➼ a fatal habit

in which nico intends to prove that your habit could kill you. platonic!gn!reader

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 ♡

➼ surprise

in which annabeth has a birthday surprise for percy.

➼ spider slayer

in which mortal!annabeth really doesn’t like spiders, and is lucky to find someone willing to fight them for her.

𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ♡

➼ clear sight *

in which you do some late night investigating in the woods near your house. f!mortal!reader

➼ a loss for words

in which you and jason have a moment alone over the city. gn!reader

➼ a camp halfblood christmas **

in which you thought creating a real life frosty the snowman for estelle blofis, a regular camp visitor. it goes... unexpectedly. f!reader

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ♡

➼ goner

in which the castellan that stayed has a hard time at camp. f!castellan!reader

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜. ♡

➼ granger danger *

in which hermione’s time turner malfunctions.

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 ♡

➼ frostbite *

in which sirius better have a very good reason for being late to your date. f!reader

➼ sleepless nights

in which sirius, a year after azkaban, is still suffering from nightmares. gn!reader

➼ sunday mornings *

in which you and sirius have always bonded over what you might just love more than each other: your hair. f!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 ♡

➼ my boyfriend's back

after rejecting a boy in your hometown, he goes around spreading rumors about you and him. luckily, you have full faith in your wizard boyfriend, who just so happens to be coming back form his fancy wizard school in just a few days. gn!muggle!reader

𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 ♡

➼ rainshowers *

in which neteyam is more affectionate than you’re used to. fem!omaticaya!reader

𝐥𝐨'𝐚𝐤 ♡

➼ grounded

in which you have nothing better to do than fix your lover’s hair. fem!omaticaya!reader

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜.

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 ♡

➼ dating jim headcanon

➼ the sword on the table **

in which whilst in the depths of the heroes forge armory, you and your friends come across a peculiar sword that has a mind of its own. gn!reader, hinted jim x reader

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ♡

➼ the accidental confession

in which those three little words finally slip out steve harrington x f!reader

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 ♡

➼ an evening out

in which you’re a princess visiting camelot, and both you and arthur are aware that a marriage is likely in the works arthur x princess!reader, wip

𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 ♡

➼ selenophile

in which ondine beck doesn't believe in monsters... until she doesn't have much of a choice. liam dunbar x fem!oc, hiatus

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 ♡

➼ star boy's lament

in which the more important things could wait till morning. for now, it’s only you and him and the sky. ezra bridger x f!reader

➼ not it!

a simple day on the ghost goes awry as chores are assigned, and the age old law of Not It is enacted. ghost crew x gn!reader

#masterlist .#nav .#divider by @cafekitsune

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fourmoony · 10 months

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𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⭒⭒⭒

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 ��𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨.

𝟏.𝟒𝐤 - masterlist

because apparently, the only thing i know how to write is angst. enjoy this shortie with barely any context.

⭒⭒⭒

“It’s over, isn’t it?”

The sun is setting into the horizon, sea gulls flying low to the water. The tide has come in, leaving only a small stretch of dry sand that you both occupy. Further down the beach the fire roars on soundly, the strum of a guitar sounds out, broken choruses and laughter, the inability to remember all the words. Without the weight of conversation – of reality – the scene is quite beautiful. Now, though, it all feels too painful. Like something you should be enjoying, but it’s just out of reach.

The air smells like smoke and seaweed and sun cream, days spent on the beach enjoying what the Dover sun has to offer. It smells like the dying barbeque and warm cider, cigarettes and weed. It smells like summer.

His hair falls around his chin, now. It hadn’t last summer. Last summer, he’d hated the idea of it growing past the tops of his ears – a reminder of his childhood, of things expected of an heir, to be properly presentable and demand respect. He hasn’t mentioned why he’s let it grow. You haven’t asked. He’s looking out at the water, the push and pull of the waves, steady, never changing, always consistent. It’s been different for a while, now. He’s been different. Things, the world, school, friends, everything’s changing. It’s a natural part of growing up.

But it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“I think so, yeah.”

The words taste bitter, like bile. It’s the end. The end of whirlwind love, chaste kisses, heavy hands, soft eyes, and whispered words. It’s the end of midnight dances and lazy Sundays tucked away in dorm rooms. The end of blinding adoration, hopeless devotion, high highs, and low lows. Of loud fights, harsh words, spit fire tempers and broken ornaments. The end of salty tears, things that can’t be taken back, broken promises, silent treatments, make-up kisses, and repeating the cycle.

He flinches as though even though he’d known the answer, he’d expected something different. It hurts all the same. It hurts so much it’s like setting your own heart on fire. It’s like swallowing glass or bleeding out. Like you’re drowning and the surface is millimetres away.

“How long?” He asks. His eyes never leave the water, the sea foam waves, the safety of not meeting your eye in fear that it’ll break him.

Things have been different for a while, really. But how can one pinpoint the realisation of falling out of love with someone they’d been sure they would spend their life with, at one point? When do toe curling kisses turn to chaste pecks of greeting? When do meaningful conversations become stunted and filled with secrets, pieces of information that just don’t feel that important to share, anymore? When does dancing in the common room turn to dancing around one another at the breakfast table? When do arguments turn to silence, preferring to fume alone than at one another? When does your greatest love turn to dust before your very eyes?

The sand is still warm to touch from the day’s sun. It’s grounding. It reminds you of where you are, what the purpose of this trip is. To enjoy, to savour, to let the last weeks of youth take their course before the future arrives. Everyone is growing. Growing into their own person, with goals and careers to chase, lives to live and people to love. You’re not the wide-eyed group of kids you once were, struggling to find a place in the world, clinging to each other for comfort.

No, this is the beginning of adulthood. The beginning of letting go. The end of clinging on.

“A while,” a sharp inhale. “March, maybe. Around the time we had the fight about N.E.W.T. Electives for seventh year.”

Recognition floods his features, stormy eyes reminiscent of the night he’d said many things he couldn’t take back. Defence had better prospects, you shouldn’t be wasting time with classes like Care of Magical Creatures or History of Magic. He feels rotten about it, like the argument and his words have taken a part of his soul he’ll never get back. Maybe they have, in that really, when he thinks about it, that’s the fight that ended it all. He's no idea where his words came from. Your interests, your kind heart, the way you went about your education were some of the things that made him fall so heavily in love with you in the first place. Your futures look different, though. He wants the glory of sitting high in the Ministry’s Auror office, you’d like to own some kind of book shop, live a quiet life, away from prejudice and the chaos of Wizarding Britain.

And he can’t argue with that. But you’re both smart enough to know that such different desires in life won’t work.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too, I s’pose.”

You close your eyes, allow yourself to imagine a future in which you’re not in his arms, being loved by and in love with him, fighting, making up, making out, crying, laughing, dancing, singing, living. Every step of the way for the last six years, you’ve done it together, been in love for two, and it’s ending. It’s a bittersweet feeling.

Another song starts by the campfire, and you’re there again.

Still beside him, closer than strangers, farther than lovers. Still loving, not in love. Not giving up but letting go. It’s run its course, the relationship. It hurts, it’s burning and suffocating, and you feel like you might be dying a little bit. But then your eyes meet for the first time since you’d found him, taking a moment away from everyone, and you realise he’s not the boy you fell in love with.

He’s not the broken boy who came from an abusive home, the boy who would get onto the train every summer skinnier than he’d left it months before, and with several new scars to show. He’s not the same boy who was quiet in his first year, reserved in his second, rebellious in his third.

He’s everything you fell in love with, rebellious, loud, funny, loving, caring, broken, pieced back together, resentful, angry. But he’s different now, in so many ways. He’s happy. He’s himself. He’s living no crosses bared, no secrets held, no regrets and you refuse to stand in his way, be a reason he second guesses himself, be the reason he doesn’t follow his dreams. He’s a boy who grew up in a miserable home, with a hard and horribly cruel life, and you want him to break the cycle of toxicity. You both know you were good for each other at the time, but not for the long run.

“I’ll always love you; you know?” He asks, tears in his eyes.

There’s stubble on his chin, and his face isn’t so gaunt and sharp as it used to be. He’s a man, now, older, and wiser, ready to start the next chapter of his life.

“I know. Me too.”

A seagull dives headfirst into the water, there’s a cheer from around the campfire, the water reaches your toes now, the sun is long gone. But the memories remain, the blinding love, the conversations, soft touches, chaste kisses, record player dances, and Sirius Black.

The walk back to your friends lifts a weight off of your shoulders, and it's obvious that the conversation has done the same for Sirius. He looks lighter, happier, and less like he's drowning in regrets. Everyone looks up at once. James stops strumming the guitar, Peter and Remus' off key rendition of an acoustic Ziggy Stardust falls short. The group takes a collective inhale. They know. They've known probably longer than you and Sirius.

The sand feels too hot, the fire burns your skin, the smoky air is too thick to breathe. What now? Will they think they have to pick sides?

But Sirius looks at you, grey eyes and the shining bright light of fire. He smiles, the boyish smile you haven't seen in so fucking long. You smile back when he leans forward, presses a kiss to your forehead and then claps his hands.

"Right, Prongs, start from the beginning," He takes a seat beside Marlene in the sand, leaves the last available camping chair for you, "Moony and Wormy are absolutely abysmal, need to show them how it's done."

And if your heart soars a little at the man's ability to help you blend into a crowd, just like it used to, well, that's no one's business but yours.

⭒⭒⭒

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urwhorecrux · 3 months

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ೃ༄ 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

— day exploring the city with sirius: cafe dates, exploring museums, late night walks around the city, flower bouquets from every cart.

- a little moodboard before i answer requests again <3

#harry potter #harry potter fluff #harry potter moodboard #harry james potter #marauders era #marauders moodboard #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #dating sirius black would include #dating sirius black #sirius black fic #sirius black headcanon

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buckyysdoll · 9 months

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❥ ☾⋆｡ — ❝ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ❞ — 𖦹 °✩˚. ❥ 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 — ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶

— REQS CURRENTLY CLOSED —

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𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 ➪ 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧!𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑: 𝐟𝐞𝐲𝐫𝐞, 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥, 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍: 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋: 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬; {𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝} -> 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚, 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚; 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐦𝐜𝐮!𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓��𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 {𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎}

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞; 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠! 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚! 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 + 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒: 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ❥

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❧ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 ➪ 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐠𝐮𝐧;╰┈➤ — request rules |╰┈➤ — 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 | ❥ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃

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alwaysmoncheri · 7 months

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𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

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drabbles ❧ moodboards

you can find my siruis black playlist here

fics tba!

#masterlist #siruis black #sirius black x reader

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lovings4turn · 23 days

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Congratulations on 1k , very deserving, your content is *chef's kiss*!

Can I ask for a kiss from a vampire for F1 and marauders please?

I'm bi with no gender preference , pronouns are she/her ( I don't know if its needed info). My big three are Libra sun , Taurus moon and capricorn rising and I'm also a Slytherin entp. My majors are history and archaeology (classics and history of art more specifically) and some of my hobbies include watching and playing sports , especially football (or soccer , depends on how you call it) , reading (like 6 different books at the same time) , parties , stargazing , long car rides and going out or generally spending time with my friends and the people I love. I also find cooking and baking really relaxing , learning new languages , playing chess and obsessing over a different thing every 2 to 3 business days . Personality wise , I'm usually extroverted , talkative and outgoing but sometimes I need time alone to recharge. My friends would also describe me as funny , competitive , chaotic (i have the worst ideas but somehow convince everyone that they are the best) , feisty and loyal to a fault. On the other hand , i can be really stubborn , closed off and a bit mean when pissed off ( I am working on it though).

Thank you in advance!

thank you so much sweetheart !!! you're too kind to me omgosh - thanks sm for joining in the celebration ,, i hope you like this <33

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 !

something about you just screams remus to me — i think he’d be absolutely ENAMOURED by you to tell the truth nonnie !!! maybe it's the part of me that loves the gryffindor/slytherin dynamic , but i think you'd be a perfect pair !

ᡣ𐭩 remus can heavily relate to the whole 'reading six books at a time' thing , because he does the exact same thing !! it does make keeping up with each other's current read a little more tricky ("yeah, so that character ended up dying:/" "wait... which book are we talking about again??) but neither of you bat an eye when you see the other holding a different book almost every second day

ᡣ𐭩 your personality is something remus falls so hard for !!! he loves how extroverted you are , and the fact that you can talk to anyone and charm them within minutes - he claims it's how you got him !! he's always helpful when you need to recharge , understanding that you need some time away from everyone to enjoy your own company . he makes sure that you're able to get some alone time for as long as you want , making sure the others don't come and bother you in the meantime

ᡣ𐭩 you like parties , star gazing , and long car rides ??? well nonnie , you absolutely lucked out in securing remus as a bf !! you two have had countless stargazing dates together , laying down on the thickest wool blanket remus could find as you both point out the different stars and constellations (remus definitely starts making up names halfway through the night , just to see how long it takes for you to catch on) . parties when you're dating a marauder are an absolute given , and you've had your fair share of road trips together , remus' hand never leaving your knee as you control the music playing for your journey ! if he can , remus makes sure to indulge in all of your hobbies as often as physically possible

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 !

ᡣ𐭩 no doubt in my mind that you two would be absolute best friends straight off of the belt ! you're both constantly coming up with awful ideas and convincing the other to join in , and the amount of times remus has had to step in and tell you 'absolutely not' is comical . together , you and sirius are a dangerously chaotic combination

ᡣ𐭩 will play chess with you , and will take it far too seriously . it becomes a matter of life or death to him , and any time he loses , he sits across from you and dramatically pouts , trying to find some sort of obscure reason that would possibly contribute to him losing the game that isn't just the fact you bested him . if he wins though ?? oh boy . you're in for a long day of teasing and gloating

ᡣ𐭩 he understands where you're coming from in sometimes being stubborn , a little mean , and closed off . the fact that you're trying to work on it is something that sirius really praises you for , and so he never really takes it to heart if he's ever on the receiving end . he's been in your position many times , and so he's not going to hold it against you !!!

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝐅𝟏

𝐢'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 !

now , this one was a little harder for me ! i had a couple of different drivers in my mind when i read your lil description ,, but there could only be one , and for me that was carlos !!!

ᡣ𐭩 carlos is so intrigued and impressed by your majors . even though he's not overly knowledgeable on classics and the history of art , he's more than happy for you to tell him any and every interesting fact you know , and often asks questions in the hopes it'll prompt you to tell him more about the subject ! what interests you , interests him , and carlos is determined to give back the energy you reserve for his passion in racing !!!

ᡣ𐭩 he is also super invested in football , and if you support different teams , oh boy can it get animated . it's gotten to the point where the others refuse to watch a football match with you both , knowing they likely won't even be able to hear it over the playful bickering and taunting that goes on between you two for the full game and beyond .

ᡣ𐭩 if you don't already speak it , carlos loves to teach you little bits of spanish whenever he can . normally , it's the odd phrase every time you're together - sometimes helpful , more often than not entirely stupid or for the pure purpose of being able to compliment him . he finds your pronunciations absolutely adorable , and can't help but pull you into a kiss after a successful 'teaching' session

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐚 !

ᡣ𐭩 one of the things yuki loves to do most with you is cook together !! i mean , it just makes sense ! you both love to cook and yuki is a major foodie , so it turns out to be a culinary masterpiece every single time . carlos often begs you to save him some leftovers , and depending on how yuki's feeling , there'll be a little tupperware container with a post-it note bearing carlos' name left for him.

ᡣ𐭩 your personalities seem so similar to me that it just seems like a perfect friendship , honestly . you aren't too similar to a fault , but just enough that you two mesh together insanely well !!!!

ᡣ𐭩 yuki is so great for keeping up with your latest obsessions . even you're a bit baffled as to how he can be up to date with your latest interest , but he manages it every single time , and has no qualms in indulging in your interests , asking you about it and seeing if you want to talk to someone about it . he's just the greatest best friend you could ask for , okay

#𑁤 becca’s 1k fright fest !#ಇ. queue!

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flusteredmoonn · 5 months

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dear john; remus lupin

summary: "but i took your matches, before fire could catch me," in which she shows him that his differences from the typical side of society is not something to fear.

tags: (SFW), angst to fluff?, hurt/comfort, drabble??, fast paced, implied gryffindor!reader, implied pre-existing relationship, vulnerable!remus, angsty!remus, lowkey selfloathing!remus, she/her pronouns, third person y/n. can be read as a sequel to 'back to decemeber' or as a standalone fic.

words: 700+

speak now tracklist. request.

"it's not that simple! you don't understand!" the boy aggressively shouted as he began to pace around the dormitory, "that's why i know we'll never truly work. it's better, for both of us, if you just moved on!"

"so help me to understand," she replied calmly, crossing her arms over her chest as her face softened slightly.

"it's complicated, it-"

"it's only complicated if you don't explain it to me, i want to help you, remus," her voice very quickly became stern which stopped the boy in his tracks, causing him to turn to face her. he looked at a loss for words, stunned at her bluntness as he searched for the explanatory words.

"things are different for me! i can't just be all reckless and spontaneous all the time," his voice was now exasperated, resuming his pacing as he gestured with his hands expressively.

"says the man who frequently plans reckless and spontaneous pranks throughout the school with his friends," y/n sassed, a slight smile hiding on her face.

"yes, but that's entirely more complicated, this is my whole point!" remus begged, stopping again as he became more solemn, "i have to plan my participation, and the boys have to plan my participation, based on what the moon phase is," he stressed, voice rasping and emphasising his distain.

the boy didn't stop there, he continued to ramble at his girlfriend about how his life was affected by his condition and the long lasting effects in the days after a full moon.

that moment was when she realised. he centred his life around it. he thought he was a werewolf, all of the time, and that's what everybody saw him as. even his friends. even her.

"wait, wait, wait," she suddenly spoke, as the boy stopped mid sentence, "i think i understand now," a brief smile of comfort braced her features.

"remus, you're not the wolf. not right now, not unless it's a full moon," her voice was definitive and sure.

"but i, i am! greyback-" remus became hesitant, he was unsure of what he was saying, "it lives inside of me, it's one of the only constants i have," he confessed vulnerably. her eyes were sincere as she processed his words, thinking of an appropriate reply.

"it's why we won't work, not in the end," he reiterated, "i don't want you to get hurt, everyone i care about inevitably gets hurt because of me. i don't want that for you," he finished in barely a whisper.

"what about james? or sirius? or peter? you haven't ever hurt them before," she questioned assuredly, almost certain that this would stump him. it didn't. she knew it when his face dropped.

"not physically, but emotionally. for years. before they found out. it was turmoil up until they knew," he confirmed, avoiding her gaze all of a sudden.

"and now? everything's surely got to be much better," y/n guessed, her voice dropping and octave with her uncertainty.

"i guess, but that doesn't change who i am," the boy refuted confidently.

"who are you, then?"

"i'm destined to bring horror and melancholy everywhere i go, and destroy everything i love in my wake, all because of the fact i transform into this beast every full moon. and i fail to remember who i've hurt when i do, or what i do," remus raised his voice slightly, trying desperately for it not to break.

"no you're not," the girl affirmed, looking at him as she took several paces forward.

"then, what am i?"

"you're smart, and witty, and brave, and funny, and kind, and loyal, and caring," she reached out to the boy, grasping his shoulders as she spoke, as if it would further infuse her point within the boy.

"and a monster," he added in the same tone y/n was using, hoping to convince her.

"no, you're not. you're not who you turn into," she ran her hand through the ends of his hair whilst she spoke, "you're the furthest thing from it. outside of the night of a full moon, you wouldn't even dare hurt a fly," confidence ran through her words.

"you're not a monster, remus lupin, you're a softie," she smiled up at him cheekily.

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veryberryjelly · 9 months

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🫖 - oolong tea ( send me a song and a character and i'll write something inspired by the lyrics )

can i have sirius black w Blank Space by Taylor Swift!?? tysm :D

🫖 - oolong tea with sirius black & blank space

" Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane But I've got a blank space, baby And I'll write your name "

the rumours of y/n around hogwarts were untold.

she'd dated people in the year above, the year below, every house possible.

there were even rumours she had dated a teacher...

there was no end to the amount of things that could be said about y/n.

luckily, sirius didnt seem to care about any of them.

he seemed to still be interested in you even though everyone in school thought you were a slut.

no matter how many times you tried to warn him that people would always talk about you, he seemed to only want to be with you.

and who were you to deny him that.

so you started dating sirius. and it was absolutely amazing.

he didnt care about any of the whispers that you were only passing time with him.

he didnt care that guys were constantly coming up to you asking to be next after sirius.

but he really did care about you.

whenever someone whispered as you passed, he squeezed your hadn't or draped his arm over your shoulder and kissed your forehead.

if someone asked to be next, he told them to drop dead.

he was definitely very protective over you, but you were all for it.

before him you always just kept your head down and tried to ignore them all, but with sirius by your side you were able to walk confidently down the halls, knowing you were heading straight towards his arms

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sumsumstrashbin · 9 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟐𝐤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do?” You inquired.

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

“What kind of emergency requires my favourite book?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too, Sirius."

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

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