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ddejavvu · 7 months

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Hi, i hope youre doing well ☺️

Could i request another part to animagus cat reader where reader cuddles with Remus during winter instead of Sirius because its cold and he runs warmer?? Like he'll be in the common room reading in an arm chair while reader catnaps on his lap while being pet and Sirius tells him to stop stealing his gf and James is jealous/whiny that he doesnt get to have cat snuggles.

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Despite the two blankets layered in an inviting nest on Sirius's lap, Remus is the warmest person in the room. The fire crackes on its logs, offering scorching heat, but what you seek is gentle warmth, and you've found it between Remus's sweater and his undershirt. You're splayed over his chest much like a baby would be, your paws stretched out against his shoulders and your head pressed face-first into his chest. His sweater is tight enough that it holds you in place, and you don't have to worry about falling. It means that you're able to fully relax, and Sirius can hear your rampant purring from where he sits on the couch with a sour scowl on his face.

"If you just wore warmer clothes, you wouldn't be pissy right now," Remus muses, not bothering to grace the man with a glance away from his novel, "She only likes me 'cause my sweater is warm."

That's not entirely true. While Remus does tend to dress for comfort, and Sirius for style, Remus runs naturally hotter than your boyfriend. You don't have the heart to tell him that, though, so you mewl in agreement to Remus's statement.

"Sweaters are dumb," Sirius spits, and no one bothers to mention that he has a small collection of them for the snowy days on the grounds, "I look better in leather."

"Your loss," Remus shrugs, and to add insult to injury, reaches up to scratch a spot behind your ears that only makes your purring louder.

"This is bullshit," Sirius finally huffs, breaking his facade of gloomy indifference, "Prongs, get over here."

James, all too eager to help out his friend and soak up affection to boot, has no problem tipping over sideways to lay in Sirius's lap.

But the man lifts James's head out of his lap by his curls, "No, no, no, not James. Prongs."

"You want me to-?" James asks, but doesn't dare finish, because the prospect of transforming right in the common room sends a shiver of mischief down his spine that he'd be a fool to question, "On it."

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah," Sirius nods, sneering haughtily at Remus, "You're not the only one that's good for a cuddle, Moony. Look at this," He gushes, as James begins his transformation, skin giving way to tight, short fur and enormous antlers that nearly grate against the stone walls around you.

"Oh, he's a perfect fit." Remus nods resignedly, content to continue rubbing at your ears rather than chastise his friends for trying to fit a stag on a loveseat, "Yeah, that'll work nicely- ooh, careful Sirius, almost got stabbed there."

Sirius dodges a prong off of James's antlers, taking them in his hands and holding James's head steady as the oversized buck folds his knobbly knees into Sirius's lap. The back two can't make it, but James fits them clumsily onto the cushion, maintaining his balance out of dramatic willpower rather than the laws of physics.

You decide once they settle that they're no longer in need of your attention, so you turn your head back towards Remus and burrow your face back into his warm chest. You feel it shake with mirth beneath you, presumably at an overdramatized reaction from the two boys opposite you, but you can't bring yourself to care; sleep is at the forefront of your brain in this form.

"Yeah, get real cozy!" Sirius insists, calling so that you can hear him through Remus's thick sweater and beneath the weight of his hand on your ears, "Whatever! We're cozy over here, too, 'never been more comfortable- ah! Prongs, watch the hooves!"

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appocalipse · 21 days

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see for yourself ⋆ sirius black

summary: after a party, you tell sirius how you ended things with the guy you've been seeing because he was a bit jealous of your friendship with him. sirius shows you that maybe he was right to be.

"You're in a good mood."

Sirius looks at you from his place on the floor and grins, wild and boyish. It makes your stomach do flips that you'd rather not think about too much, lest it leads to things you really shouldn't be thinking about.

"Must be your charming company," he says before looking back up at the ceiling, fingers laced behind his head.

He's laying spreadeagle on the hardwood floor, staring up at the slowly rotating fan and taking occasional swigs from an open bottle of Firewhisky beside him. Everyone but Remus, with whom Sirius shares the flat, had already gone home hours ago, leaving only you and Sirius behind in the living room.

You roll your eyes even though he can't see you doing it, setting your empty cup on the coffee table. You lean back against the sofa and fold one leg up under the other so you can turn to face him fully. "Remind me again why you're not sitting on furniture like a normal person?"

"It's more fun down here." He turns his head enough for you to catch his wolfish grin. "Care to join me?"

"Oh no," you laugh, shaking your head. "I should be getting home anyway. It's late."

Sirius frowns and pushes himself up into a sitting position. The look in his gray eyes is equal parts amusement and disappointment. "On a Friday night? Come on, love, we're barely tipsy. Besides, you still haven't told me what happened between you and that wanker you were seeing."

"There's nothing to tell," you shrug.

He scoffs as he crawls across the floor towards you. You bite the inside of your cheek when Sirius hoists himself onto the sofa beside you and pulls one leg up to his chest. There's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth that doesn't seem quite as innocent as you'd like it to be.

"He looked pretty pissed off when he left," he says, twirling a long strand of your hair around his index finger. "What'd you say to him?"

"I didn't say anything. And we were together for barely three weeks. I was just...he wasn't the right guy, okay? Now shush."

You make a halfhearted attempt to turn away from him, but Sirius laughs softly and rests his head on your shoulder. "You don't say."

"Sirius."

"What? I'm glad you didn't waste any more time on that tosser. He would never have made you happy."

"How would you know?"

Sirius lifts his head and leans back far enough to look at you. His expression is one of smug self-confidence as he says, "Because I know everything."

"Everything, huh?"

"Everything."

You quirk an eyebrow. "Well then, what am I thinking right now?"

His eyes flick down to your lips for a brief moment before they find yours again, but it's enough for heat to rise in your cheeks. You could swear he starts to move closer before he blinks and turns away with a dry laugh, but by then you're not so sure anymore. "That you're bored of talking about this dolt."

The ache of disappointment in your chest must be almost palpable, because Sirius furrows his brow and asks, "Is everything alright?"

"Yup."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

Sirius gives you a knowing look and shifts on the sofa to face you more fully. His knee knocks against yours. "Don't tell me you're hung up over that berk."

"Not in the slightest."

"Liar."

"I'm not," you insist. "Really."

"Did he break your heart or something? I'll break his arm."

You laugh, though you doubt Sirius is actually joking. "Nothing happened. He was just jealous. That's all."

He frowns, then narrows his eyes at you. "Jealous of who?"

"Oh, you know, the usual suspects," you say lightly, waving a hand as if to dismiss the topic completely. But when Sirius remains silent, you let out a slow breath and (as you usually do when it comes to him) give in. "You, mostly. He said some stuff, and I didn't take too kindly to it."

A wry smile spreads across Sirius' face. He looks delighted. "What'd he say about me?"

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely."

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you rest your head back against the cushion behind you and say, "He thinks you, uh...you know, fancy me or something. That we spend too much time together. But I told him that he's crazy, obviously."

"Obviously."

The following silence bothers you.

You turn your head enough to see Sirius' face. He's staring back at you, an unreadable expression on his face. Then, after several moments of more tense silence, he whispers, "What if I do fancy you?"

"Sure you do," you mutter, rolling your eyes again.

Sirius places his palm on top of the hand resting between the two of you and brushes his thumb over your knuckles. "I could show you."

It takes a moment for you to register the offer.

"Did you drink more than I realized?"

"Just enough for the liquid courage to work."

Your tongue feels like sandpaper. "Sirius."

"Mmhm."

"Stop being ridiculous."

"Who says I'm being ridiculous?" he asks, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a light kiss to your skin. "Maybe I'm madly in love with you. Have you considered that?"

You swallow, trying to ignore the way your stomach is doing somersaults. "This isn't funny, Padfoot."

"It's not supposed to be funny."

"But—"

He cuts you off by cupping your cheek and leaning in close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your lips. It smells of Firewhisky and mint. "Kiss me and see for yourself."

"You must be drunk."

"Only tipsy," he reminds you. "Or maybe a little drunk on you."

"You know, you're not half as funny as—mmph!"

He's kissing you. Sirius is kissing you, and dear sweet Merlin, you could swear that the world's tilting beneath you as his hands pull you closer. He hums contentedly when he feels you reciprocating, cradling your face between his palms as if to make sure that you won't go anywhere.

Not that you intend to.

It's the kind of kiss that steals your breath away. The kind of kiss you can lose yourself in without even realizing it, especially when one of his hands slides into your hair, and you moan involuntarily into his mouth.

Sirius laughs breathlessly against your lips as he eases you down onto your back. His fingers dance along your jawline before he curls them under your chin, tilting your head back and kissing his way down your throat.

"I think this went better than expected," he murmurs, pausing long enough to gently bite down on the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You gasp.

Sirius sits up suddenly. His hair hangs in front of his face like a dark curtain and his eyes glitter with amusement when he pushes it back. Your pulse jumps when you see the slight redness of his lips and the hint of mischief on his face. "Don't tell me you're getting shy now."

"Shut up."

He leans down and kisses you again, groaning low in his throat as your hands slide up the broad expanse of his back. "I'm starting to think you fancy me, too," he whispers, words ghosting over your mouth.

"Yeah," you admit sheepishly, sliding your hands up and over his shoulders. "I may have been lying earlier. It's not that crazy."

"May have?"

"Fine, I did lie."

"I knew it."

He looks far too smug. Just this once, you don't really mind.

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once-upon-an-imagine · 9 months

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Remus, on the other hand, would be just as shy, maybe a little less than her, but still a little shy.

Sirius and James would do their best to get him to talk to her since he mostly watches her.

She would be walking in the hallway and suddenly crash against something, or better someone. James and Sirius would've (gently... or not😂) pushed Remus towards her. He would start to apologise, and he would almost miss his chance, but takes a deep breath and just ask her about a class they have together.

In the background, James and Sirius high five😂

I love this so much! every description of the characters is 100% accurate 😂Warnings: noneDisclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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A Little Push

"What are you looking at, Moons?" Sirius asked, walking over to his friend with James by his side. The three of them stood at the corner of a hallway, a bit hidden.

"Oh, look, it's your girl!" James smirked, spotting you walking down the hall with one too many books.

"Shut up!" he widened his eyes at his friends. "She's not my girl-"

"Well, obviously not, you've never spoken to her. You just stand there and stare at her. It's rather creepy, Moons" Sirius mocked him.

"Shove off!"

"Oh, don't be such a sourwolf, Moony" Sirius said, pinching his cheek, which Remus quickly snapped away.

"You know, you won't die if you talk to her" James tried to encourage him.

"We don't know that" Remus said, landing his eyes on you again. He wanted to talk to you. He really did, but every time he tried he started stuttering and it felt like his entire mind went blank and he made a fool out of himself.

"Well, you can find out" Sirius smirked, looking back at James who understood what he was going to do.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she's coming this way" Sirius started.

"She's got an awful lot of books in her hands" James continued.

"I'm pretty sure she would appreciate someone helping her" Sirius stated but Remus stayed silent.

"He means you, Moony" James told him.

"I can't help her!"

"Why not?"

"I can barely talk to her? Why would I even say?"

"I see your point, that's a good question" James said.

"But you know, also..." Sirius started before he and James placed their hands on Remus' back.

Before Remus knew what was happening, he felt himself being pushed out of his hiding spot, making him crash directly into you, and the many books in your hands scatter on the floor. He noticed you were about to land on the floor as well, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and his other arm landed on your waist, preventing you from falling. Sirius and James quickly backed down a little just enough so they wouldn't be seen but they could still see what was going on.

"M-Merlin, I am s-so sorry!" Remus stammered out. He didn't know what to feel. He was embarrassed, he was furious at his friends, but most of all, he was absolutely starstruck by you. He had never had you this close. "Are you hurt? I am so sorry, I d-didn't mean to-"

"I'm s-sorry, R-Remus" you said, feeling your cheeks burn horribly. You weren't really paying attention and now you had just crashed into your long-time crush, Remus Lupin. You had always wanted to talk to him outside of class, but this was not the way you thought it would happen. "I w-wasn't looking where I was going and I- uh-"

"N-no, it was my fault, love" he said, widening his eyes when he realized what he called you. But he let out a sigh of relief when he saw you smile even if your cheeks were burning even further.

"He called her 'love'" James whispered to Sirius, still looking at the two of you.

"I am so proud" Sirius said as the two of them bumped their fists.

"L-let me help you" Remus said, quickly kneeling to pick up the books you dropped.

"Oh, it's alright, Remus, really-" you said, starting to kneel as well but Remus quickly grabbed all the books from the floor. "Um, thank you" you said, shyly, beginning to get the books from him.

Remus quickly turned to look where his two friends were glaring at him and Sirius signaling at the books and then at you, so he cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and returned to you.

"Oh, please, let me" he said, grabbing the books again. "After all, I'm the one that made you drop them all" he smiled at you, and you felt like your heart was going to explode. Remus felt the same when he heard you laugh lightly.

"Oh, n-no, that's okay" you muttered. "You must have better things to do-"

"I don't mind" he insisted. "I b-believe we both have Transfiguration next" he told you. "I can walk with you" he offered. "If y-you don't mind, of course" he chuckled.

"I w-would like that" you told him. "B-but you don't have to carry all my books-"

"It's the least I can do, love" he brushed you off, loving your bright smile coming into view once more before he started talking about one of the books that you had with you that just happened to be his favorite.

"He said it again!" James said to Sirius, punching his arm excitedly.

"Our work here is done, Prongsie" Sirius said, as they high-fived.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it, loves :)

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luveline · 2 years

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Omg idk if you’ll still take this for shy fri but maybe for the next? Anyway I loved the reader wanting to sleep with James but was to shy to ask, could you write that but with Sirius? NO PRESSURE write what you want 💞💞

ty for ur request!!!! shy!reader asking sirius if she can spend the night ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1.2k words

Sirius yawns behind his hand and looks away from you.

"Are you tired?" you ask worriedly.

"What? No way, I'm just stretching."

You squint at him.

"Seriously, baby. Not tired." He stands up, dots a kiss over your forehead, and makes for the kitchen.

You watch his back and smile to yourself. You and Sirius have been taking things slowly for your sake, and though you sometimes worry he might be getting a little bored, he's proved time and time again that he doesn't mind waiting for you to be ready. Which includes your going home at the end of the night.

But Sirius makes you feel like you're ready for anything. This Sirius, slow with a creeping fatigue and hair rumpled and scraped into a low bun away from his face, has especially lowered any inhibitions you have about sleep overs. He looks so pretty you don't want to leave.

You have to take a step back and marvel at how you ended up with somebody that handsome. So cool. And so amazingly understanding.

He sits back down. A box of chocolates rattles in his grip. "Look what I found," he says, grinning. He loves seashell chocolates.

You bring your hand up to his face as he peels away the plastic. He slows but doesn't stop, so you stroke your fingers over his scratchy stubble and turn his face to yours gently. Before you can wuss out, you kiss him soundly.

He smiles into it.

You've done worse than kiss, although you've yet to end up in his bed, and still he acts like this is some irreplaceable pleasure. When he pulls away his eyes are creased with affection, and the smallest hint of amusement plays on his lips, the start of a smirk.

"I'm not sharing," he jokes.

You steal your hand back and drop your head against his shoulder. "Loser."

"Sorry?" he asks, shocked. Faux outrage has his voice pitching up high.

"You heard me."

You reach for a chocolate and he doesn't stop you, though he does ask, "Why did I ever think you were nice?"

You laugh and the sweetness of the chocolate has your jaw twinging. You recoil away from him, giggling through the small pain. Sirius watches your suffering with a great lot of humour.

"Don't make me laugh," you plead.

"But you look so pretty when you do."

You glare at him. If he's trying to make you feel embarrassed (he is), it's definitely working.

You stop glaring in favour of a giddy smile. He's lovely. You can't imagine being any happier than this, laughing and eating sweets with someone who loves you.

Sirius yawns again.

He slams his hand over his mouth.

"You're tired," you say. You hide your disappointment, say it matter of fact.

"No, I'm not. If I'm tired then you'll go home, and I'll have to miss you, so no."

"What a terrible ailment that would be," you murmur.

Sirius holds one of your favourites in front of your mouth and doesn't move until you take it. As you chew, you look at him through the corner of your eye and think it over. Sirius won't ask you to stay the night. He's too worried about pressuring you into something you're not ready for, though you know he never could.

Which means, if you want to stay, you'll have to ask. And you do want to stay.

He's desperately cute like this. The fat under his eyes has swollen and he's blinking more than usual, dark lashes fluttering in efforts to stay fully present. His skin is more pale than usual in the dim lighting.

He really needs to sleep.

You really need to ask.

You open your mouth and promptly close it, teeth audibly clicking. Sirius looks up in time to catch your wince.

"What?" he asks, perplexed.

You don't know how to ask. You don't know how to ask, and you're not sure if you should.

Maybe he doesn't ask you to stay because he doesn't want to.

No. What had he said only minutes ago? You'll go home, and I'll have to miss you.

"You're thinking very loudly," he says.

You take the chocolates from his lap and put them on the coffee table to avoid tipping them in your next action. "What am I thinking?" you ask, turning to him completely, your knee digging into his thigh as you take the hem of his t-shirt into your hand.

Like he's on auto-pilot, Sirius pulls your thigh over one of his legs to help you get comfortable. His touch makes you more nervous than you had been. He has this way of disarming you through the smallest of actions.

"What are you thinking? You're thinking, if my handsome boyfriend keeps eating chocolate at this rate, he won't be my handsome boyfriend much longer."

You shake your head. "I would never think that."

"I know."

You twist your finger into his shirt. He pushes his hands, palm-flat and hot over the slopes of your thighs. Slow, sweeping strokes.

You try to picture the girl you'd been when you first met him in your place in his lap. She would've had a heart attack. Your next question would've killed her.

"Siri," you begin.

"Oh, you want something," he says, more to himself than you.

You nod agreeably. "Could I sleep here tonight?"

This throws him for a loop. Not for long, but his surprise is clear. His excitement is clearer. He lights up.

"You want to stay?"

"Just to-"

"Of course," he says quickly. "You wanna sleep here?"

You meet his eyes, relieved. "Yes, please."

His hands jump from they're resting place on your thighs to around your waist. He pulls you toward him and you go without a fight, sinking into the warmth of his embrace with a happy little sigh that he obviously adores; his arms tighten around you.

"Why do you say please like that? You know it messes me up."

"I'm polite."

"You're a lot more than that," he says.

You'd roll your eyes if they weren't already closed. You tuck your face into his neck instead, lips skipping over his skin when you murmur, "You're so cheesy."

"You'd feel the same, in my position."

"I do feel the same."

He starts to rub your back. It's heaven on Earth. If his hugs alone are this sweet his bedtime cuddling might undo you for good.

"When I asked if I could sleep here," you whisper, "I kind of meant in bed."

"Really? You don't want to sleep on the sofa with me?"

You pull back and stroke his cheek with the back of your hand. It might not be so bad-

"Alright, I can see you're considering it." He encourages you out of his lap and you both stand. His regained height over you is maddening. "Let's go find you something to sleep in."

You've followed him all of one step when he adds, "Or you can sleep nude, if you like."

You're rightfully scandalised. Sirius grabs your hand and laughs all the way to the bedroom, dragging you flushed and flustered behind him.

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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ok, but i just recently came across your blog and omg, the writing is *chef's kiss*

i'm currently addicted to your perv! content, esp sirius. just imagine that man sat across from you, unabashedly, wantonly palming his jeans or even tugging his thick cock in front of you.

getting off on the fact that you find it repulsive, maybe in the library where you can't leave or overtly react. my panties: *slick*

okay wait...

"c'mon don't overreact, i know you like it. fuck... jus-jus' keep quiet... you don't wanna make a scene, do you? shitshit... keep looking at me like that, m'almost done. fuck you're so hot."

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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Sirius fluff where he helps the reader dye her hair with box dye and it’s just super fluffy and maybe a non sexual shower scene where he helps rinse the dye out of her hair and it’s just s o f t 🥺

Sirius Dying Your Hair

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warnings: fluff, non-sexual nudity so 18+ MDNI sirius touches/washes dye out of readers hair, SOFT SIRIUS, pet names (love, baby)

a/n: it’s literally been so long since this request was made but my brain was so broken the past like week I haven’t been able to write ANYTHING, had so much fun writing this when i got in the zone

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"Just put it in my hair." You say, amused by your boyfriend's hesitance.

To your surprise, Sirius whines, "What if I do it wrong?" He asks, guiding his fingers through your hair.

It was funny seeing him like this, especially since he was the one who convinced you to let him dye your hair. Claiming he would do a better job than any old hairdresser, despite never dying hair before.

The confidence wasn't fake, he really did think he'd do a good job, but once he had the dye in hand, all the confidence slipped away from him. He loves your hair, you love your hair. What if he ruins your hair?

"You're not gonna do it wrong, okay. You'll be fine." You say, reassuring him.

He nods, taking a scoop of the dye in his gloved hands and slowly working it into your hair. He makes his way up, lathering the dye into your scalp.

You relax in his touch, the contrast of the cold from his rings and the warmth of his fingers sending shivers down your spine. You let out a soft moan before catching yourself, face going a bright red

Sirius' fingers still where they sit on your scalp, chuckling. "Enjoying yourself?" He asks, slowly starting to massage your scalp again.

You can’t help but nod, “Shut up,” you tease.

Even though your eyes are closed, you can tell he’s smiling. “I wasn’t complaining love, just relax for me.”

You do as you’re told, loosening up as he continues to knead the dye into your hair. He’s stalling, you’d dyed your hair before, it never took this long to put the dye in. But you know it couldn’t hurt, so you let him continue.

After a couple more minutes, he presses a kiss to your temple, “All done love,” You open your eyes, he looks more at ease than you do. “How long do we have to wait?”

You turn in your seat, “The box says 15 minutes.”

A smile forms on his face, hands coming out to cup your cheeks as he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Well, then I can spend the next 15 minutes kissing ‘ya”

Sirius is not one to break his word, and he didn’t let you down this time. The two of you lazily making out as you wait for the timer to go off.

You knew you weren’t going any further, but you didn’t mind, enjoying the closeness of your boyfriend, the cold from the messy gloves pressing into your face, neck, up your shirt to your waist- just resting there. He’s getting dye everywhere, but you’re not one to complain in moments like this.

When the timer goes off, you whine, not wanting to lose the closeness. Sirius pulls back, resting his forehead in yours, “Time to clean you up, yeah?” He says, finally taking off the gloves.

You don’t want to shower in your clothes, so you go to take your shirt off, but Sirius swats you away. “I’m taking care of you, baby. What kind of hairdresser would I be if I left you to get the dye out yourself?”

You chuckle as he takes your shirt off, revealing your bare chest, watching as he does the same with his shirt. "I don't think this is how they do it at the salon,"

He huffs a laugh, shakes his head as he lifts your hips lightly to shove your sweatpants down your legs, your panties quickly following, "That's why this is better..." he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Once you’re both fully undressed, you step into the shower. Sirius adjusts the temperature before guiding you fully under the stream of water, his hands immediately going to wash the dye out of your hair.

The streaks of coloured water fall down your body. Now, Sirius has always loved your body, in every way, but seeing you- you looked like a fucking work of art.

“You belong in a museum,” He says, lifting your chin to face him, the other hand still working at your hair. “Right next to the Van Gogh paintings, that’s how fucking beautiful you are.”

You can feel the flush in your cheeks, the compliment forcing you to stop looking into his eyes. “Siri…” you whine.

Sirius continues, “I’m serious- literally.” he starts laughing at his own joke, every time. He once again guides your head, but leaning in this time, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

He pulls back, “Okay, let’s get you out.” He says, stopping the shower. “I gotta see what a prodigy I am.”

#marauders #marauders era #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader fluff #sirius black fluff #sirius black headcannons #sirius black imagines #sirius black blurb #sirius black dialogue #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #marauders headcannon #marauders imagines

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thesecretmansion · 1 year

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Hiii! I saw your post and finally have the courage to request, could you do any of the band!marauders, whoever you feel fits the most, who’s dating a violin/classic instrument player!reader?

Have a great night, love love your writing <333

Tonight was the first time Sirius was going to see you perform live. Sure he had heard you practice in the living room but he knew from experience that practice was very rarely anything like the show.

He stepped forward into the theater clutching the flowers he had bought for you tightly in his fist. Events like these always brought people like his parents out in droves. But that didn’t matter because tonight was about you. All of his lingering fears and worries melted away the second he saw you sitting down in your seat. You were dressed in all black (recital appropriate wear) and Sirius could just barely see your face as it twisted in nervousness. He saw you flutter through the music on the stand worriedly and watched your stand partner calm you down.

The conductor approached the front of the stage and the audience quieted down immediately. The conductor smiled before turning back to the orchestra and raising her arms. As she counted off the music began to flow through the room. Sirius was a rockstar sure, but he could appreciate good music and the gorgeous sounds floating through the room made his heart race in pride. He watched with rapt attention at the way your bow seemed to float across the strings of your violin. The music seemed to warp time and before he knew it the recital was over.

He made his way to the foyer of the theater to wait for you.

“Sirius!”, a voice called out from behind him. He whipped around just in time to catch you as you jumped up into his arms.

“Hey, gorgeous”, He smiled, making sure you didn’t crush the flowers in excitement.

“You came!”, you said, pulling away to look at him. His heart picked up a little at the glow in your eyes.

“ ‘Course I did. And I brought you something”, Sirius said, whipping out the flowers from behind your back. You gasped and accepted them gingerly.

"Now let’s go get dinner to celebrate our new shining star”, he said wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

Hey lovely!! I hope this was good. When you said violin player I got violent flashbacks to when I did orchestra in elementary school. All my knowledge is pretty much from back then. I chose Sirius because I feel like he grew up around classical music. I'm not sure if that makes any sense. Thank you so much for your request and have a great day!

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mirclealignr · 2 years

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teaching sirius how to bake and it turns into a food fight

TW: FOOD & SWEARING!

“Okay, now we need one teaspoon of baking powder,” you instructed Sirius, whisking the eggs and melted butter in a separate bowl as you watched.

“Teaspoon,” he nodded, and continued to whisper the word under his breath until he’d found the correct measuring spoon.

After a moment, you caught him out of the corner of your eye, about to poor a tablespoon worth of baking powder into the sugar, salt and sifted flour he’d measured so perfectly just minutes prior.

“No!” You yelled, dropping your whisk and flinging Sirius’ hand away from the bowl, “That’s a tablespoon!”

“Bugger off, it is not! It says right here ‘tbsp’,” he protested pointing at the little engraving upon the plastic spoon whilst trying to wipe the white powder from his black clothes, but to no avail.

“Where is the ‘b’ in teaspoon, Sirius?”

He looked up at you, thinking for a moment as his hands slowed their frantic brushing, and smirked knowingly, “Okay, so there isn’t one, but-” he wouldn’t let you win this one, even if he had to play unfairly and break a few rules.

“Sirius!” You stood in shock for a moment before wiping flour from your face and lips—you only hesitated for a second before grabbing the bowl of eggs and butter and pouring it over his head.

“Not my hair!”

“Yes your fucking hair! You’re dead!” You laughed, reaching for the bag of flour.

Sirius grabbed his measly pot of baking powder as his defence and ran around the kitchen, berserk. His hair flew behind him and left a trail of white dust in his wake, causing a hindrance to your speed as the whole scene was so comical.

“Take that!” He shouted, shaking the baking powder at your like a salt shaker, and having similar, limited results.

The two of you laughed at his little, dramatic display and called a truce, much to the delight of the house elves. Sirius strutted over to you with a grin and tucked your floury hair behind your ears, before going in for a quick kiss.

“We’ll try again another time,” he chuckled, “Now let’s clean this up for them,” he winked, squeezing your wrist affectionately.

#bit longer than a dialogue lol #sorry not sorry #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black dialogue #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction

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sarahisslytherin · 1 year

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how about a siri dialogue where reader is explaining something they really like to sirius and he’s just listening with the most obvious lovesick look on his face

oops accidentally poured my own insecurities into this one

"this one has to be my favorite!" you said for the millionth time since you both entered the record shop. it was your birthday, and sirius had promised to get you the record of your choice.

"they can't all be your favorite, pup." he smirked, fingers absentmindedly shuffling through records as he watched you.

"it's so hard to choose!" you groaned. "fun fact about this one- sorry, never mind."

a furrow in his brow.

"what? tell me the fun fact." he encouraged, thrown off by your sudden withdrawal.

"i don't want to bore you, siri." you sighed, recalling the countless times you'd gotten excited over something only to be met with blank stares and a roll of the eyes.

"what are you on about?" sirius asked, towering over you and tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. "you could never bore me. go on."

"well, this song actually took months to record, you see..."

sirius listened intently to your every word, watched you light up the further you went into the story and smiled to himself as he realized he'd rather listeninto you talk about records than do anything else.

my dialogue masterlist

#sirius black #sirius black dialogue #sarah's dialogues

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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Omg could we get another part of animagus cat reader and Sirius? Maybe they’re napping together and the boys try to take cat reader as a joke/because they’re curious while she’s sleeping and she suddenly transforms back as they pick her up LOL. Sirius is grumpy to be woken up/have their special time now exposed hehe

part 1

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Sirius's bedcurtains are drawn, a clear sign that James and Remus should grant him some privacy.

Unfortunately, James Potter has never been one to take hints, and Remus strictly stays out of their shenanigans. It's only when James gasps with the entire capacity of his lungs that Remus peers curiously over at the bed in the corner, intrigue piqued when he finds a newly familiar form curled up on Sirius's chest.

"That cat!" James hisses, and he's particularly lucky that Sirius is laying on his side with your chin nuzzled over his ear, or the boy would have heard him. Instead, it's you that wakes, eyes blinking open wide as you stare at the men staring back down at you.

"Hi, darling," Remus hums softly, reaching out a tentative, scarred hand to hover it near your nose. You don't need any time for inspection before butting your head up against the heel of his palm, and he grants you a warm chuckle and scratches behind your ears. When you're not transformed, the feeling of someone toying with your hair is entirely unwelcome. But now you lean into Remus's touch, slumping relaxed once more over Sirius's ear.

"Stop hogging her," James urges, sticking his own hand less ceremoniously beneath your nose, "I want a turn."

Remus concedes with an exasperated grimace, but lets James take over anyways. He's lucky that you're you and he doesn't even know it, because if he'd tried petting any other cat by jamming his fingers into their neck, he'd be walking away with several scratch marks on his arms. But you forgive him as he tries petting you too similarly to how he pets Sirius in the man's own animagus form, all riling strokes and heavy-handed pats. You let out a soft mewl of protest when he tries picking you up, and Remus mutters something about you being the most patient cat in the world.

"Just leave her alone, James," Remus warns his friend, "Her patience is gonna wear out."

He listens for only a second, then decides he knows best.

"S'alright, Moony," He promises his friend, over-confident and too eager for affection he hasn't earned yet, "She's layin' all over Sirius, clearly wants a cuddle. You snooze, you lose, now it's my turn."

James's hand slides to your underbelly, an area you're not fond of being handled at in this form. Annoyance surges through you, prickling at your fur and making you long for the smooth expanse of your human skin again, an urge that you give into without much thought when James tries prying you off of Sirius's face.

There's a lot of noises at once. A pained yelp from Sirius, when you form suddenly weighs a lot heavier on him than it was when you'd laid down. A 'woah!' from James as your fur gives way to soft skin beneath his hands which he quickly retracts. A soft gasp from Remus who hadn't been expecting the rather unpleasant sound of transforming between bodies.

Two sets of eyes regard you with incredulity, and one blinks slowly beneath you, laden with drowsiness.

"It's you," James breathes, an air of amazement in his voice that shouldn't be there; after all, he's an animagus as well. Surely he should have noticed shifty behavior or a change in mannerisms from you. All of a sudden your preference for Sirius's softer, fluffy sweaters makes sense.

"Yes, it's me." You huff exasperatedly, perched precariously on Sirius's once-sleeping form. He's not pushing you off but you're sure it's not comfortable, so you slide yourself in front of him instead, easing back against him and letting him spoon you.

"Cat's out of the bag," Sirius rasps sleepily beside your ear, and you don't have to look at him to know he's grinning at his rather pitiful joke, "Did he try to pick you up?"

"Right around the stomach," You gripe, glaring at James while Sirius wraps his arm around the very portion of your body you'd just forbidden James from touching, "Like a toddler."

"For the record," Remus calls, "I was nice to you."

"I was nice too!" James gawps, "I just wanted a cuddle."

"Get your own girlfriend," Sirius drawls lazily, his face buried against the back of your head, and maybe it's a biting statement considering one Lily Evans is still firmly opposed to the presence of James in her life. Sirius knows, and amends it, "Or crawl into Moony's bed. I don't care, "Jus' keep your hands off m'girl."

#sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black scenario #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one-shot #sirius black one shot #sirius black headcanon #sirius black headcanons #sirius black hc #sirius black hcs #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black fic #sirius black blurb #sirius black drabble #sirius black dialogue #sirius black fluff #sirius black x reader fanfiction

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leftwiththeriverr · 10 months

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Never mind

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanart #remus lupin #remus lupin fanart #sirius black #sirius black fanart #genderfluid sirius black #the marauders #marauders era #marauders fanart #hogwarts #moony #padfoot #jegulus #jily #my art #dialogue by sue zhao #Spotify

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once-upon-an-imagine · 11 months

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Remus Lupin x Potter reader where the reader is stealing his chocolate and putting the blame on her brother(s)

I put brother(s) cause sirius y’know?

YES! this is the best 😂😂😂

"Seriously? Again!?" Remus complained when he grabbed the empty box of chocolates from his nightstand.

"What?" James raised his head from his bed.

"You two idiots stole my chocolate again!"

"How do you know it wasn't Peter?" Sirius frowned.

"Because Peter doesn't eat chocolate!" Remus stated, throwing away the empty box.

"Mate, I've told you a million times! It's not us! It's my stupid sister!" James argued. It was close to the full moon and they both knew better than to cross Remus' wrath on those days. Especially if it involved his chocolate.

"You keep saying that but I find it very hard to believe" he glared at the bespectacled boy. "She would never lie to me" he insisted.

"Are you sure about that, mate? She keeps telling you it's us!" Sirius said, pointing at himself and James.

"Because it is!"

"No, it's not!" James said, frustrated. "You really need to stop thinking my sister is perfect, mate. She's very far from it" he said, making Remus glare at him.

"Yeah, mate, all you choosing her over us, it's not cool! She's mean!"

"She's not mean!" Remus argued. "You two always steal things from me and she would never-"

"Hey, dorks, is Remus still doing his rounds? I have his-" you stopped dead in your tracks when you entered the boys' dorm, with a new chocolate box in your hand and eating the last piece of Remus' previous box. "R-Remmy" you chuckled, nervously. "H-hi, love-"

"It was you?!" he asked in disbelief.

"We told you!" James and Sirius said, standing up and looking at you with the biggest smirk on their faces waiting for Remus' wrath to unfold on you. 'You're dead!' James mouthed at you.

"You stole my chocolate? All this time?" he said, walking closer to you and making you back against the door.

"I- uh... y-yeah" you said, looking down.

"But you said it was James and Sirius" he said, with a hurt voice.

"I know, I'm sorry. The first time you just looked so m-mad and I didn't want you to be mad at me and- Look!" you said, raising your hand and showing him the box. "I b-bought you new ones because I know it's close to the full moon and I didn't want you to be more upset" you smiled nervously.

"Oh, she's done" Sirius whispered to James as the two of them looked entertained. But their smirks quickly fell when Remus got closer to you and kissed your cheek, making you smile sweetly at him.

"Thanks, love. You didn't need to buy me a new one" he said, grabbing the box from your hand. "Next time just ask me, yeah?" he said, kissing your forehead and walking between James and Sirius and back to his bed.

"W-wait, that's it?" James complained.

"What?" Remus asked, taking a piece of chocolate as you walked and sat next to him, kissing his cheek.

"Moony! You have been whining about me and Prongs stealing your fucking chocolate when we told you it wasn't us! And then she barges in and all you say is thank you?!" Sirius asked, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

"Last time you thought it was me, you threw your book at my head!"

"Yeah, well, she apologized and got me a new box" he said, offering you a piece. "Which you two never did" he explained.

"Because it wasn't us!" they argued at the same time.

"Oh, just give it a rest" you said, resting your head on his shoulder as he kissed your temple. "I told you I'm his favorite" you smirked.

#marauders #marauders imagine #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter imagine #sirius black imagine #remus lupin imagine #james potter x sister!reader #sirius black x sister!reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter dialogue #sirius black dialogue #remus lupin dialogue

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luveline · 1 year

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hii!! love bites was so gorgeous jade!!! and could i request i need a ride with rockstar!sirius or remus?? maybe they’re on tour and not coming home when they said they would?? just in general missing them ✨✨

luveline's halloween party

hi, tysm! ♡ rockstar!sirius x gn!reader

"Hey," Sirius says, sounding way too happy for how early it is. You smile at the sound of his voice.

"Hi, handsome," you say.

"Did I wake you up?"

You peek at the clock on his bedside table, phone pressed sluggishly to your ear. "No," you lie, "I'm awake. I'm so excited to see you, I barely slept last night."

"Honey," he starts softly, which is never, ever good. Sirius only calls you honey when he's feeling sorry for you, whether that be because he did something he needs to apologise for, or because something bad has happened.

You're guessing he needs to apologise. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, guessing near immediately what it is he's about to tell you.

"It'll be another week, at least."

You push the phone away from your cheek so he can't listen to you dissolve. It's surprising how quickly the upset takes hold. It's surprising how often he lets you down, though you know it isn't his fault.

"Are you there?" he asks as you pull the phone back in.

"'At least'?" you ask, careful to keep the tears out of your voice.

"I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry, sweetheart."

He sounds remorseful enough that you forgive him. It really isn't his fault.

Just because it's not his fault doesn't mean you can stop the tears that well up. "I miss you," you mumble, wiping the wetness from your cheeks with an unkind, thoughtless hand. If Sirius were here he'd take your chin between his thumb and his finger and pat them dry gently, a concerned, heartbroken pout stretched over his fine mouth.

"I miss you too."

You nod, letting your cheek drop against the quickly dampened cotton of your pillow case. "You promise?"

"I promise. I'd say no but they didn't really give me a choice. I did say no. They got us seven minutes on Evening's with Dolly Dower, and she's so high profile that the label literally have me in a vice."

You nod. Regretfully, self-pitying. You miss your stupid boyfriend and his stupid hands, you miss his stupid long hair and his stupid, stupid mouth. "I really hate you, sometimes," you mutter. You'd meant to say I love you. It feels like the same thing this far apart.

"Don't say that," he pleads, his tone much lighter. "Hate me when I'm home and leaving my hair on the shower wall. Or when I forget my orange peels on the sofa. Hate me when I'm hogging all the blankets. Just don't hate me now."

"...Okay," you agree shakily.

"Okay. I'll be home in a week, contract or not. I promise." He clears his throat. "Can you stay on the phone for a bit? I have an hour. I... miss your voice."

You laugh through tears. "I miss your voice, too, hotshot. Wait, did you say Dolly Dower?"

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius orion black #sirius x you #sirius x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black drabble #sirius black imagine #sirius black #sirius black dialogue #rockstar!sirius #rockstar!sirius black #rockstar!au #luveline's halloween party #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders fanfic

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nothingtoseeherebyeexx · 1 year

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saw all of those spider-man au’s…had a vision…

(ignore the fact that technically deadpool’s whole body is transfigured, it’s more about the relationship between the characters rather than their history)

also drew for 8 hrs straight!! life is good!!

#i didn’t even have to change the dialogue #my loves #remus lupin #sirius black #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #wolfstar #marauders #marauders era

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melodramaschild · 1 year

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sirius losing his shit when seeing shy reader wear a dark lip

Sirius thinks about it. Maybe he should take you somewhere else. Maybe somewhere into the woods for a picnic. Maybe he should buy the whole restaurant so it’s only for the two of you. Maybe a date in Jellyfish exposure in the Underwater museum was a bad idea.

But here you are. Standing in front of the huge aquarium. Blue and purple dim light are illuminating your figure, playing theater play over your hair. There’s large white clear jellyfish flowing behind your back.

You’re smiling at him. Looking up at him with your pretty eyes, with those twinkles in them and you’re smiling.

Very dark red shade of lipstick on your lips, breaking your comfort walls and building confident ones.

It’s new, and you love it even when you thought that you look silly.

And Sirius can’t stop thinking about how new it is. He can’t stop staring at your face and how much this lipstick looks pretty and confident on you. How much confidence suits you and your shy nature.

The way you tuck your head when you catch him staring is making him blush.

His heart races in his chest because it’s new, because you look like a forbidden fruit.

You look so pretty and he wants to tell you that. He needs to let you know that.

He needs to let you know that with his sweet words as his fingers are tracing and stroking your skin, your cheek.

He needs to let you know that with his soft pink lips as he smushes your dark lipstick from yours, spreading it all over your lips.

“Can I kiss you, angel?”

#sirius black #robies dialogues #freefall au #tattoo artist!sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader fluff #sirius black x you #tattoo au

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bimoonphases · 29 days

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 27 – prompt 27: Expecto Patronum – word count 670

Expecto Patronum - The Patronus Charm is a powerful projection of hope and happiness that drives away Dementors

A part of Remus knew it had been a bad idea, but that part had been drowning for the past hours in the alcohol, the hate for all the Christmas decorations everywhere, the cold, the ache of the second full moon the wolf spent desperately howling for his friends, only to tear himself apart when they failed to show up.

So that part was pretty quiet when he stopped in front of the tombstone, shivering from the cold.

“Hey Lils. Hey Prongs,” he slurred, raising the half-empty bottle to his friends’ names. “Merry Christmas.”

He took a swig and swayed on his feet. The cold was getting worse, but he didn’t care. After all, he had lost everything he had ever cared for. Maybe he could just lie down by Lily and James and fall asleep there and never wake up. He started shivering, and a movement in the corner of his eye made him turn around.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

Not far from him, a hooded figure was hovering by a tombstone rapidly covering in frost. He should have thought about that, really. The Wizarding World was still in such turmoil it was only logical a place so important like Lily and James’s tomb in Godric’s Hollow would be guarded by one of the Dementors Azkaban could spare. Even their son, wherever he was, must have some around.

“They’re my friends,” Remus whispered, his teeth chattering.

The Dementor glided forward and Remus stumbled back as the cold seeped into his bones and distant voices exploded in his head.

“Remus… Something awful has happened…”

The bottle fell from his hand.

“It’s not possible… Sirius wouldn’t…”

“I guess he lived up to his family name after all. I’m sorry Remus, I should have seen it coming.”

He knocked his back into James and Lily’s tombstone. The Dementor crept closer.

“Pete knew he couldn’t beat Sirius in a duel, it doesn’t make sense he went after him!”

“Grief makes us all act in ways we wouldn’t normally, Remus.”

He fumbled in his pocket, searching for his wand.

“I know I’m not his godfather or anything, but can I at least see him? For his parents’ sake.”

“He’ll be safer with his blood family, believe me. Pick up the pieces, Remus. Learn how to move on.”

Remus brandished his wand. He knew the spell and he knew he had been able to cast a fully-fledged Patronus, who ironically was in the shape of a wolf. But all that had been before. His hand trembled.

“I don’t even know if I have anything left you can take,” he whispered.

The Dementor didn’t stop advancing. If Remus was being honest with himself, it didn’t make sense. Dementors were guards, they had no business attacking someone who wasn’t doing any harm, but maybe it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be worse than what he had lived through in the last weeks. Maybe it would even be better.

But as the Dementor glided even closer, the wolf reared up his head somewhere inside him, survival instinct kicking in. Images flooded Remus’s mind, of the Forbidden Forest and his friends galloping by his side, of the same friends by his bed when he woke up in the Hospital Wing, of smiles, and laughter, and hand holding and warmth, so much warmth…

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

He braced himself against the tombstone while the silver form leaped out of his wand and chased the Dementor across the graveyard until it disappeared somewhere. Remus exhaled. Apparently, he wouldn’t die that day. He looked up to his Patronus as it padded back to him and froze.

“No…” he breathed. “Please, no…”

He had read about what shock and grief could do to the spell, but nothing in those books had mentioned cruelty.

“No…” he repeated, his eyes filling with tears.

He let himself slide to the ground, his back pressed against the cold marble of his best friends’ tombstone. In front of him, glittering with the silver light of the spell, Padfoot wagged his tail.

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