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Thought of this really cute idea so here ya go. Sharing it with you guys.
Sirius' 17th Birthday
To say Sirius Orion Black was excited for his 17th birthday, was an understatement. Today was the day he could finally do magic outside of Hogwarts, not only that it was the first birthday away from the dark cloud that was looming over his head. Today, also marked the that it had been a year since leaving said dark cloud. It was important to him. It was the day marking his freedom. So when he woke up to find the other 4 beds in the dorm empty, he was kinda dissapointed. Frank, he could almost understand because, well, they talk a little but not that much that he would know the importance of his day for Sirius. The rest though, he felt a pang of hurt run through him. Getting up and taking a shower, he took longer than usual,decided that if his friends didn't wait for him to get up, he wasn't going to rush. It was petty, and he knew it. But Sirius Orion Black is a petty boy. But after getting out of the shower, and getting dressed, re realize his tie was missing. Deciding that today he'd be fine without it, he left.
On the way to the great hall, Sirius noticed his tie hanging from a light. With furrowed eyebrows, the newly deemed adult reached up to grab his tie when it fell before he could reach it. Confused washed over sirius, but as he bent to reach it, the thing that made it fall came into veiw. About a foot away from sirius sat a velvet black box. It wasn't too big, or small, but couldn't hold anything more than a belt or something. The box popped open and Sirius had to take a double take. It was tradition for the sons of every family to get a watch on their 17th birthday, it was meant to represent their newfound adulthood. Picking up the watch, Sirius took it in. It had a white face with the roman numerals in the place of the numbers, it had a black leather to match his jacket. Inside the box was also a note. It read
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PADS!
Hope you have a great day, and rush to the hall yeah? It's freezing wearing these.
- your family
Sirius' eye sight became blurry after reading 'your family'. Letting a single tear fall, he quickly placed the watch on his left hand and sprinted to the great hall with the intension of saying thank you to his brothers and maybe getting a quick hug off his other brother, whom he missed dearly.
But upon entering the hall, it suddenly became dark. The candles had gone off and everyone was in a panic now. Familiar calloused hands grabbed Sirius' and he was dragged to, what he assumed was the front of the hall. Sirius' was so nervous about Remus holding his hands, his ears didn't pick up on the loud clack of shoes hitting the floor. Sirius was set down in a singular chair and the confusion was practically seeping out of him. A gasp of shock escaped his mouth when a freezing cold liquid came over him. After that a spot light came on him. Opening his eyes, Sirius took in the red goo covering him, but before he could react to is yellow feathers washed over him as well. Soon pink glitter joined the list. Sirius' coughed when a junk of glitter got into his mouth. 'well', sirius though, 'ill be breathing pink glitter forever now'.
Looking around, the sound of heals clicking against wood sounded through the hall. The lights came on and the entire hall gasped at what they saw. On the far right, at the Ravenclaw table, was remus. On the table. Wearing a small, and I mean small, two peice pink sparkly skirt and shirt. Looking very uncomfortable, Remus pulled down his skirt in a hope of covering more skin with the small skirt. Looking at the table beside it, which would be the Hufflepuff table, was Peter wearing the same thing but in yellow. Peter didn't seem fazed from the outfit but the people staring at him made him flustered. But the funniest one was James. He was on the Gryffindore table wearing a smug smile and the same outfit, his was blue. James sent Sirius a knowing smile. Knowing how important these particular colours were to him. Sirius had recently decided he wanted to tell the rest of the school he was Pansexual. Wither the school was going to put it together was up to them. James' voice rang through the hall, as all the teachers and students were stunned.
"Happy Birthday Mate."
After James finished the sentence, the familiar tune blasted through the hall. Sirius had played the song non-stop since it came out and the fact that the other 3/4's of The Marauders were prepared for the level of embarrassment to come with it, brought the tears back to Sirius' eyes. Remus started.
"Ooh
You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl
Watch that scene
Digging the dancing queen"
Soon the other boys joined in for the chorus. Laughter sounded through the hall and when the sang the start of the choras, they all jumped, bringing attention to the matching heels they all wore. Almost everyone was surprised they could jump but they continued with the dance. After the song ended, the three boys came down from the tables and walked up to him. Smiles on all four boys faces, Sirius got up from the chair. James was the first to approach and he slapped Sirius on the back, saying a 'happy birthday' and moving beside him. Peter went next doing the same but gave Sirius a hug as well,not caring about the face he was covered in gross stuff. Remus was next but insted of giving him a hug, he walked up to him, deciding to have confidence in himself. Remus didn't think about how everyone in the hall could see his scars or how 3/4 of his skin was on show, he swayed his hips and walked up to Sirius. James and Peter watched in shock as Remus pushed sirius back down into the chair and used a spell to clean him up. Then the entire hall gasped when Remus grabbed Sirius' hsir and kissed him. It was a firery and passionate kiss and lated a bit longer than how much would be appropriate in public. But neither cared. Remus pulls away, but bites sirius lip as he does so. Poth panting hard and endlessly happy, they stared at each other. Silence followed through the hall at the shock of Jock, emo man-whore being kissed by the over-sized jumper-wearing prefect. Realization dawned on Remus and he blushed the same colour as Molly Weasleys hair. Licking his lips, Sirius smirked.
"Well.... Happy birthday to me."
"MISTER POTTER, MISTER PETTIGREW AND MISTER LUPIN!"
Three said boys eyes widened, and with a glance at each other the began to run down the hall, out the doors, into the corridors, Minerva McGonagle following hot on their tails.
Sirius smiled down at the floor because he knew, he finally had a family. Looking up and locking eyes with his younger brother, Regulus, his brother got up and walked across the hall to him.
"Hey Reggie."
"Hey Siri."
Both boys smiled at each other, both missing the other a great amount. Regulus reached into his bag and pulled out a card. It was a simple black one with the words 'happy Birthday, brother. It s a special one this time.' scribbled across it in neat handwriting, that sirius recognised as his brothers, Sirius finally left the tears leave his eyes. Standing up from the chair he was sitting in, he grabbed his btohrr and brought him in for a bone crushing hug. Regulus gladlt returned it and hugged him just as tight.
The hall marvelled at the sight of the two brothers being welcomed with open arms, even after a wall being built around them, confining one to their parents wishes and confining the other to his own.
But their parents weren't around to pick and prod and do worse things to Regulus for hugging his brother, and Sirius was getting exactly what he wanted for his birthday.
The unconditional love and support from his family.
At least the family that mattered to him.
And that would be it. It was super long and I'm sorry for that but this is just how I imagined Sirius' 17th birthday going. Have a great day/night/ whatever. Larb you, and don't you ever forget it
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Distraction (Part 1)(Reggie Peters X Reader Fanfic)(JATP)
This is my first time writing/posting a fanfic so please go easy on me but also constructive criticism is appreciated. There will be a part 2, so If anyone would like to be on a tag list for this specific fic or general fics in the future, just send me a message. Anyways, on with the fic!
Description: Reggie wears a new outfit and the reader gets a little flustered and carried away.
Tags: F/M, Bisexual female reader
I’m going to kill Julie.
I came to this decision while we were finishing our last song of the night. Now don’t get me wrong, I love Julie with all my heart. She's an amazing friend, but all I can think about now is how I’m going to kill her. I know she didn’t do it on purpose or have any ill intent, but I’m about to have a stroke, and it’s her fault.
She and Reggie had disappeared earlier in the afternoon, and I hadn't seen either of them until we got on stage, but as soon as I saw them, my heart stopped beating. Julie and Reggie must have decided he needed an outfit change, I’d never tell him, but I thought he looked amazing in what he wore, whatever he wore, though this might have been too extreme of a change for my poor little heart.
When I first appeared on stage, everything was normal. My guitar was in my hands, and I was ready to play. I was stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of Reggie. He was wearing a red and black plaid skirt that cut off mid-thigh and his signature leather jacket. I even missed the first couple notes of the song, making the boys look over at me with concern on their faces. I shrugged it off and tried to keep my eyes on the left side of the audience but it was a struggle not to look at him. I was finally beginning to cool down and loosen up when, oh no, Reggie started to make his over to my side of the stage. We stood back to back as we played together; my heart was doing backflips, and my pulse was racing with no signs of slowing down.
Reggie went to his side of the stage once the song eventually ended. I let out a sigh of relief, only to immediately regret it. When he made it back to his side, he took off his leather jacket to reveal a black, sleeveless muscle tee. I pried my eyes from the current target of my spiralling thoughts, knowing that if I let myself stare any longer, I wouldn’t be able to hold my tongue, or my lips for that matter. “Get it together,” I said to myself a little too loudly. Alex looked over at me with confusion until he moved his gaze over to Reggie and back to me when the smuggest smirk appeared. I had a feeling that we would be talking about that later. I don’t know what supernatural force decided that I deserve to be punished like this. I never did anything too bad while I was alive. Sure I told my fair share of lies and maybe I did some less than angel-like behaviour, but nothing bad enough that would ever make me deserving of this toture. I'm pretty sure that when I died, I went to hell. I went to Hell, and watching Reggie in his current outfit was to be my punishment for eternity. And as torturous as this was, the worst part is that I can’t touch him and that I never would be able to. He’s too involved in my life for me to risk telling him about my feelings and them being unreciprocated. He’s helped me through thick and thin and has always been there to help me in my time of need. I would never be able to live with myself (while I guess I didn’t since I was dead) if I ever ruined the relationship I had with him and the band.
We played the rest of the set with minimal errors from me. Thankfully the knowledge of my feelings towards Reggie was kept just to Alex, though Julie gave me a look every so often that made me feel like she knew exactly what was happening. ‘We’re almost done’ was the mantra I had been repeating to myself the whole night, then we finally were almost done. I grabbed a drink of water in passing as we moved onto our last song of the night, ‘Edge of Great’.
As we played through the song, Reggie made his way to me again, but instead of going back to back like he normally did, he brought his face close to my mic to sing with me. He was close enough that I could practically taste his cologne on my tongue, thick and suffocating, but sweet all the same. The smell of cinnamon burned my nose, but I liked it. As one of the stage lights fell on us his pupils dilated, and I tried to take in every detail of his face that I could. It reminded me that this moment was real and that I’d always have this memory. I marvelled at the fact that I was still able to stand up straight because of how intensely my legs shook beneath me. I felt light-headed, almost to the point that I thought I would pass out. I chalked it all up to adrenaline and the two red bulls I drank before the show. I started to get lost in my reckless thoughts. I thought of how good his lips might feel on mine. Would he bury his fingers in my hair or keep them on my waist? On that note, how would his hands feel? Would they still feel soft despite the calluses he definitely had from years of playing bass? Would he mark my neck with hickies, or would he just leave my lips bruised and swollen? Would his moan sound just as sweet as his singing, or would it be dark and heavy? I cursed myself for being so reckless with my imagination.
Can ghosts pass out? I didn’t get time to think about that cause he somehow moved even closer to the mic, subsequently closer to my face. I didn’t think it was possible for him to be any closer to me without touching me; he was so close that I could see all the little freckles splattered across his face. I would never tell him this but I loved the freckles on his nose; they somehow made him look cute and hot at the same time. One day, I would love to trace all of them with my finger, count and memorize the placements of each freckle. I could also see all the little flecks of colour in his eyes, cascading out into a kaleidoscope of blue and green that made me weak in the knees. I, for the life of me, could never figure out what exact colour his eyes were. I’d contemplate if they were blue with a green overlay or vice versa, or maybe one flat colour with an undertone, but his eyes would always shift with the light, so I could never be sure. I would be content if the rest of my life (or afterlife I guess) was just dedicated to figuring out what colour his eyes were. We were on the last couple lines of the song, and I was still just staring at him, anchored to his eyes, eye contact unbreaking as if my life depended on it, which it kind of felt like my life did depend on it. I finished the last note of the song, and my eyes stayed glued to his for a minute before leaving to look at that crowd. I think the reason I stopped looking at him was because deep down I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from kissing him if we kept staring at each other with this intensity .
We all quickly bowed to the crowd before we disappeared, earning a gasp of shock from the audience before they resumed clapping. We poofed into the side alley on the side of the building.
“We were amazing, guys!'' Reggie exclaimed and we all laughed at his excitement.
“How should we celebrate?” Alex questioned.
“We could go to that club a few blocks down, I heard it’s pretty cool,” Luke suggested, causing me to pale at that idea, don’t get me wrong I loved clubs and dancing but the last thing I wanted to do was watch Reggie drool over other girls.
“I think I’m going to head home guys. I’m tired and I don’t think I could do any more walking or even standing up,” I said.
“Are you sure? That’ll mean you don’t get to dance with me, the master of dance.” Alex jokingly nudged me in the ribs, but I could pick out a concerned lilt to his voice.
“Yeah, I’m exhausted. I’ll miss dancing with you so I’ll make an IOU.” I responded. The boys began to walk down the street as Alex told them that he’d catch up to them in a second. He turned to me and accusingly said “I know”.
“Know what?” I tried to play dumb but he saw right through it.
“Your crush on Reggie, obviously.” Alex placed a firm hand on his hip, tilting his head in a manner that told me he’d known long enough to have grown exasperated.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yeah, I’m surprised I didn’t notice it earlier. I’m more surprised that only Julie seemed to catch on, Luke and Reggie really are oblivious.” We shared a giggle at that, and then I took a breath to collect myself before responding.
“You can’t tell anyone, Alex. I don’t want to ruin my friendship with him.”
“I won’t, but they can only be so oblivious for so long,” Alex said, and deep down, I knew there was truth to his words. “Especially if you keep looking at him like that.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It’ll be fun, plus I’ll miss your company,” he reiterated for the third time, and I decided that this time I would tell him the truth.
“Yeah no, I’d rather not be forced to watch Reggie flirt and dance with all those other girls, even if they can’t see him it still hurts to watch.”
Alex's face contorted to one of pity before he gave me a hug, lingering as he spoke softly. “Ok, I’ll see you when we get home.” Alex then turned, jogging to catch up with the boys.
Ughh, what was I going to do.
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