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moonstruckme · 6 months

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Hi!!! I saw you did a poly!marauders with a plus!dive reader who’s insecure…

Can you write one where the reader is shying away from intimacy with the boys because they’re insecure and feeling ick about their body? Like not just sex but also physical touch like hugs or especially sitting on their laps? It can include smut too if you’d like!

I’m feeling pretty ick about my size rn and the fix really helped me! Thank u sm for your writing

Thanks sm for requesting lovely! I hope you start to feel better soon <33

cw: insecurity around size/weight, talk of traditional beauty standards

poly!marauders x plus size!reader ♡ 1.3k words

The funny thing is, the boys have been wearing away at your instincts for months. It’s no conscious effort for them, but for you it’s impossible not to notice. Before you got together, you’d been used to shying away from nearly every touch. You rarely hugged anyone, kissed only chastely, and shunned most physical intimacy. But though they’ve gone about it in a gentlemanly way, never putting pressure on you, your boyfriends have slowly changed that. Now hardly a day goes by without James having had his arm around your waist, Remus raking casual touches up your leg, or Sirius turning a kiss into a feely makeout.

Unfortunately, you still have your bad days. Earlier this week you’d looked too long into the mirror, and of course found a dozen things to hate about your body, and hadn’t wanted any of the boys to touch you since. When Sirius’ hand had smoothed over your lower back yesterday, skimming the rolls of fat at your sides, you’d almost thought you’d be sick before you could get away from him. You couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d feel there, what he’d think of you when he did. You’re not stupid; you know your boyfriends can see you, but touching is something different. What they probably want to feel isn’t what you have to offer, perfectly smooth skin and sloping, gentle curves. It sometimes feels like you’re keeping the secret of your true form from them, and if they discover it they’ll see you the same way you do.

“So, what’s the big secret?” Sirius asks as you come into the common room. All three boys are tangled up on the couch, and the other two turn to look when he calls out to you.

You give him a bemused sort of smile, perching on the armrest next to James. Careful not to put much of your weight on it. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play coy.” Sirius narrows his eyes at you playfully. “I saw you whispering with Evans earlier, glancing at us all mischievously. What’re you two up to?”

You have to bite down on your smile. Sirius’ birthday is coming up, and you and Lily are in charge of his surprise party plans. James and Remus are involved too, of course, but it’s far easier for you and Lily to speak about it in your dorm at night, whereas your boyfriends hardly get any time apart to partake in secret plans.

“Oh,” you say breezily, “that was nothing. She was asking if we’re going to hogsmeade tomorrow. I told her we are.”

James smiles at you conspiratorially, bringing a hand to your thigh and rubbing up and down in silent support. You almost have a heart attack. You place your hand hastily atop his, intertwining your fingers as cover for your panicked response. James doesn’t seem unhappy with the change, resting his head against your arm as he strokes his thumb across the back of your hand.

“Should we make it a study session in hogsmeade?” Remus asks, neatly keeping the subject away from Sirius’ party. “We’ve all got that potions paper due Monday.”

“I’ve finished,” you admit, “but I’m still open to studying if you guys want to.”

Remus rewards you with a smile as Sirius rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Show-off,” he mutters.

“Shut up, Pads,” James says, always looking for any opportunity to take your side over Sirius’. He grabs your waist before you can stop him, tugging you off the armrest.

No sooner do you land on his lap than you’re springing to your feet. “James!” you cry, batting at his hands when they reach to pull you back. “You can’t just do that, I’ll crush you!”

Thick eyebrows fly up past the rims of James’ glasses and disappear behind his curls. “I’m sorry,” he says, in a tone that clearly means the opposite, “do you really think I’m so weak that I’ll crumble from you sitting on my lap?”

“It’s not—”

“Fucking hell,” Sirius cuts in, looking horrified, “if you think James can’t handle you, what do you think of Remus and I?”

“I’ll bench press you right now,” James insists, trying to push the other boys aside so he has room to lay down. “Come here, lovie, we’ll see who’s weak.”

The laugh that emerges from your throat borders on hysterical. “I wasn’t trying to say that anyone here was weak, okay? I just…” There’s no good way to phrase that last part, and you think for a moment to simply leave it there, but Remus leans forward, setting his elbows on his knees with an expression that clearly reads go on. “I know I’m not, like, a tiny delicate bird,” you laugh, aiming for flippancy.

No one laughs with you.

“But I don’t need any of you to respond to that,” you hurry to say. “I know it’s a weird subject, and there’s, like, no right way, really, to…to respond.” You trail off dumbly, wishing desperately that you’d never broached the subject in the first place.

After a moment of silence, you chance a glance up, but one look at Sirius’ visage, bordering on outraged, has your gaze defaulting back to your lap. “Sorry,” you say in a small voice. “Can we forget about it?”

“That’s alright, love.” Remus' voice is dulcet, so low you would never normally have heard him if the other two boys weren’t so uncharacteristically silent. “Listen, we don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to, but can I just say something?”

You look up to nod at him, finding his countenance equal parts troubled and patient. His mouth is pursed like he’s worried that if he’s not careful, the wrong words will come flying out. At your nod of assent, he speaks, clearly and firmly.

“I don’t want you to look like a bird.”

You almost laugh again, it’s such an absurd declaration, but Remus’ expression is serious. “You know what I mean, though,” you say, lifting a shoulder like this conversation is nothing to you. “I know what guys want. I’m not that.”

“Bullshit,” Sirius says, and Remus’ lips twitch upward at your boyfriend’s brash tongue. “You’re just gonna lump us in with all guys? Do all girls want the exact same thing too?” You go to protest, but he talks over you, fuming. “Golden boys, tall with blond hair, blue eyes, and an eight-pack of abs, right? Is that what you wish we looked like?”

“Of course not.” You’re tripping over yourself in your denial. “I wouldn’t—I don’t want you to look any other way.”

“But you can see his point, can’t you?” Remus asks gently. “If we each only liked what we’re told is most attractive, a face full of scars probably wouldn’t be on the top of that list.” You must look as devastated as you feel, because Remus’ lips pull up in a reassuring half-smile, the long scar across his cheek flashing silver with the movement. “Does that matter to you?”

Your voice is quiet; chastened, but ardent. “No. Not at all.”

“So perhaps you can imagine,” James says, raising his eyebrows at you teasingly, “how if you can look at us and find things to love, we can do the same with you.” You gnaw on your lip, and his brows come slowly back down.

“Don’t,” Sirius says sternly. “Stop thinking whatever you’re thinking. You’re gorgeous, and we like you like this.” His eyes bore into yours, insistent. “You can’t make our decisions for us about which parts of you we’re allowed to like, understand?”

James nods, extending his hands to you. “Would you come sit with me, angel? Only if you want to, of course,” he adds at your hesitance, “but please don’t refrain because you’re worried about anything to do with me.”

You give him an assessing look. “Alright,” you say, perching on his lap. “Just tell me if you want me to get off.”

“Will do, darling.” James grips the fat of your hips, hauling you onto him so that your feet leave the floor and your full weight is on him. “Not much danger of that, though.”

“Honestly,” Remus hums, pulling your legs across his lap so that you’re sitting sideways on James, “the day one of us says we want you to look more like a bird, run, sweetheart. Someone’s using polyjuice or something.”

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 8 months

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I just had a new idea for a headcanon!

I was thinking that within The Black Family, they had this tradition that every time a Black child was born, they would give the baby pure silver chains with the constellation or star they were named after.

Something like this but in silver with tiny diamonds. Which cost a fortune of course. Each chain is made specially for the new born. And of course it has magic of itself.

So all The Black Family members have one. Most of them wear it all the time. And others take it off from time to time. But they aren't able to lose them. Part of the magic keeps the chain attached to it's owner. It is a important jewelry as a Black.

They are very fine expensive jewelry (silver with diamonds) that only a family rich like them could afford. And they are kind of part of their identity as a family member. With even a personality of itself.

If a family member gets disowned, they automatically have to give the chain back. They don't have the right to use it anymore.

In Andromeda's case, I believed she ran away with Ted. So nobody had the chance to take her chain away. They didn't care or actually forgot. And she doesn't wear it anymore but she keeps it stored away. And sometimes looks at it remembering about her sisters and what they used to be.

Bellatrix and Narcissa always wore theirs, proud of the family they belonged to.

(Edit: Narcissa would have her flower on her chain of course. A big diamond in the center).

And at some point, Sirius and Regulus switched theirs when Sirius first went to Hogwarts. Sirius gave him his chain, promising that his star would protect him from anything. Even if he wasn't around. So Regulus kept it but in exchange, he gave him his. They made that some sort of tradition. To exchange chains each time they would go back to Hogwarts, to feel closer to each other.

When Sirius ran away and was disowned everything happened so fast that he took Regulus' chain with himself. And inspite of disagreeing with his family and hating what they did to him, Sirius kept using Regulus' chain in his brother's honor. Because he missed him and he felt closer to him.

Regulus didn't take off Sirius' chain as well. The rest of the family didn't even notice he was wearing the wrong chain. So they never questioned it.

I don't know, it is just a random idea I had. It is something that definitely The Black Family would do.

#marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #the noble house of black #toujours pur #sirius black #regulus black #andromeda black #andromeda tonks #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange

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waxingrunes · 5 months

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I understand if you’re too busy to answer this or don’t want to, but i was wondering if you wouldn’t mind telling us some of your non-explicit headcanons or just some traits you think wolfstar have in general? Your explicit ones are sososo hot but today I'm feeling low and need some comforting. Yiur blog is just a safe space for me but I totally understand if not! I love your work <3 all my love x

There are so many nondescript hc’s I have that this has the potential to turn into a formal essay with cited sources, so I’ll go for more of a generalised dump of info I have for each in a hope that it lifts some of your fog Anon. Maybe bullet pointed because it’ll be easier to read than my usual untidy form of communication. Hope you feel lighter soon.

Sirius

• will lick a yoghurt pot if there’s no clean spoons. There’s the option to go for fruit instead, but he wants the yoghurt and by god he will get his yoghurt

• is a fucking terrible driver, gives Remus and any passenger white knuckles due to speed issues and not using a lower gear when taking corners

• is however, in complete control when on a motorcycle; very hot, very controlled and will take his passenger’s safety very seriously

• professionally trained in ballroom and ballet, the latter which he is sometimes mocked in jest for, even by Remus, until he one time caught him stretching elegantly on the floor one morning with his upper body laid flat between long, toned, wide spread legs, ‘morning moony’, a healthy blush on his cheeks

• private crier, doesn’t cry easily

• goes quiet when angry as an initial defence but it doesn’t take long for him to start dropping breadcrumbs of sarcastic comments; can also be snobby and bratty, perhaps sometimes will get nasty and direct (bringing up things he shouldn’t to score points in the heat of the moment)

• suffers immeasurable guilt (helped by the point above) but is always masking a weighted feeling of guilt no matter what he’s doing, so much so it’s manifested into quite a serious anxiety problem in the wrong crowds

• he fidgets a lot, not in a chaotic way, just always has to have his fingers busy with something

• likes the smell of gasoline

• once had to talk himself down from throwing a child in a dustbin

• loves the colour red; blood red and cherry red to be precise but secretly loves dark blue even more because it’s what looks most handsome on Remus despite him not wearing it often

• sighs a lot

• pretended he couldn’t speak English to get away with jumping a queue

• hates the smell and taste of liquorice (unless heavily strawberry/cherry/raspberry flavoured)

• on one particular messy night out he got so impatient waiting at the bar, he reached over and grabbed a discarded bottle of alcohol the server had left open and swigged it

• digs his nails into his skin when anxious and is often reminded to relax the tension in his joints

• stargazes often

• once linked his pinky finger with Remus and asked him to pinky promise not to tell anyone what he was about to tell him, since which a tradition of trust was born where Remus will offer his pinky or the last two fingers for Sirius to hold or squeeze when he’s feeling unsure in public, or in any situation where verbal reassurance isn’t appropriate

• gets a weird thrill at the sound of cork popping from a bottle

Remus

• collects beer mats and keeps them in a drawer, thinks about making them into a display

• got tired of kids playing ball against the wall of his place (after repeat offences and him asking very nicely for them to stop) one day so went out, retrieved the ball and threw it so hard against of the cars it set the alarm off

• owner of said car came running out the house and Remus blamed it on the children. Never had the same issue again

• has a wildly sweet tooth and will always drop one or two packets of sugar into any warm beverage

• stares into space and gets involuntarily caught on someone’s face one too many times which makes them uncomfortable from the ‘Death Stare’ phenomenon when in reality, he’s lost in lala land

• can cook, is actually a proficient cook, but will not cook for anyone but Sirius, James or Lily

• will crack his knuckles, wrists and neck absentmindedly, all of which makes his company squirm because it’s often very loud and ‘pop-py’ but Sirius fucking loves it

• stays very calm during an argument but can shout louder than most and when he does, ears ring from the silence that follows

• prefers tea over coffee

• will eat liquorice any time he wants to piss Sirius off

• cries more than Sirius, but still a private crier

• always has to be the old boot in Monopoly

• loves words that are vowel heavy or double voweled because those are the ones where the scraps of Sirius’ lost French accent surface the most

• has a gentle touch, is aware of his size and nature of his lycanthropy, therefore always somewhat reserved

• loves socks, has a collection of ‘dad socks’

• has the messiest writing out of all the Marauders but loves handwritten things, owns three very different fountain pens for very different purposes

• is polite, but as he’s aged doesn’t tend to ‘fake smile’ a lot, feeling no need to fill uncomfortable silences for the sake of others

• has a chair he favours and often dozes off in it. Most of the time waking up to Sirius on top of him

#ask #wolfstar #might tag this properly #remus lupin #sirius black #remus #sirius

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silencesscreams · 11 months

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i watched it begin again

james potter x reader (fluff)

warnings: drinking, flirting ?, use of y/n once or twice, sunshine james x grumpy reader, teasing, confessions, use of the L word 🫣, kissinggg, a bit short

a/n: feel like i’ve written too much smut this month… but i might do another fic w the same concept and smut. kind of inspired by begin again by taylor swift.

(james is your mothers best friend’s son, just to sum it up)

your family and james’s have been close since always, you’d spend every possible festivity together. ever since you were little kids you did have a crush on him, once you grew up that developed into something else, surely. he was your best friend, but how come you turn bright pink every time he complimented you? how come he hated all the boyfriends you ever had? you hated to admit it but that did keep you up at night sometimes.

once you got into hogwarts, he always stuck by your side, he even introduced you to his friends, who had turned into your best friends because of it. you ended up closer to the girls, always with lily no matter what.

when the years passed by, you and james ended up developing your own traditions for the holidays, now after you graduated, you and your friends would stay at the potter’s beach house for the new years and christmas, you loved it so much. bunking with the girls, all of you staying in one room you and lily would always share a bed, sometimes you would sleep with alice or dorcas, but every once in a while you and james would sleep on the couch. and on december 27th, that was the occasion.

that evening it was colder than normal, you all stayed inside and messed around, drinking firewhisky and playing canasta.

you looked at your cards then looked at james, he was biting his upper lip, he always did that when he needed a specific card or was looking at yours, on this case, he was looking at yours.

“you cheater!” you shouted at him, sirius started to laugh, it was probably the fifth time he did that and you just realized now, when it came to james turn he went out, placing all the cards he had on the table.

“james, you’re an awful player” remus laughed, he was paired up with you, he threw his cards on the table.

“i don’t believe you, potter” you looked him dead in the eye, you were very serious about this game.

“im not lying!” he started getting defensive, his ears turning a bit pink.

“james, just empty your pockets” remus glared at him. james hesitantly got up, putting his hands in his pockets and quickly throwing out the cards all over the room,

“YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME, MOONY!” he shouted, running to his room. james usually got very excited when drunk. remus looked at you, almost begging you to take his place this time.

“i’ll get him” you run to his room, knowing he was probably hidden behind the bathroom door, you opened it, and so when you went to check for him there was nothing there. you yelped, feeling a pair of hands on your shoulders, james started laughing as you slapped him on the shoulder, playfully.

“you prick!” you shouted out as he went back in the room, walking with his back to the bed, you pushed him onto it and he pulled you onto it, and so you found yourself straddling him, holding his wrists so he couldn’t push you.

“hey” he said, his voice low. his eyes wouldn’t leave yours and you were starting to go crazy, you couldn’t stop looking at him. you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of looking away first, though you did let go of his hands, and as he went to place them on your waist, frank opened the door, james quickly lowered his hands and you jumped off of him, being sure frank had seen it. james cleared his throat, sitting up on the bed.

“uhm, dinners ready” he awkwardly said,

“right” james sighed, getting up and offering you a hand

“you guys can go, i’ll just go freshen up really quick” you quickly walked to james’ bathroom, trying to understand why had that made your stomach tighten.

“what was-“ james interrupted frank,

“dont, really” he said, “dont look at me like that, man, its y/n. she’s my best friend” he whispered, as he was going out of the room.

“whatever you say, mate”

“i’m serious! it couldn’t happen even if i wanted to” he walked with james to the kitchen, they started placing the plates on the table,

“i’m just saying, it didn’t look like it” james rolled his eyes at the comment.

“stop it.” he finally said once you came our of the bathroom. he looked over to you, placing his plate in front of yours, a sweet smile plastered over his face. and then he saw the hoodie you were wearing, that was his.

the drinking kept on going as you all ate dinner, you were starting to get giggly, and the jokes that kept on coming weren’t helping at all. james watched you as you threw your head back laughing, just like a little kid, he couldn’t hide the look on his face.

remus watched him, nudging it so sirius as you smiled back, shyly. they both knew about his little crush, even though he wouldnt dare to admit it.

james had been spending the last 8 months considering that, maybe, love wasn’t for him. but since you and your ex broke up on halloween, his friends saw his spark begin again, and they also could see yours.

the way he could make you smile, how sweet he was next to you, god, you could get cavities just from talking to him. since you were little, people would always comment you both were the perfect duo, you were a grumpy day of rain and he was purely your sunshine.

he could make you laugh when no one else could, you even liked it when he touched you, even if you couldnt stand it with anyone else. sure, maybe the feelings you had would resurfaced every single time he touched you, but what could you do about it?

james felt like he was going crazy. fully crazy, like he should check himself into a mental hospital.

you were wearing his gryffindor hoodie.

you had found it on the beginning of the trip, shoved in the back of his wardrobe,

“can i keep this?” you asked, he quickly nodded,

“i dont feel like it would fit me anymore anyways” james had grown out of it over the years, but somehow it still was so oversized on you. you smiled at that, taking a sip from your firewhisky. james felt like he needed to do something or he would go crazy, you looked so good, he loved it when you wore his clothes. but to be fair, he loved it when you did anything.

his sock covered foot started caressing your calf, and you immediately looked at him, trying not to show any reaction, but the color of your cheeks did throw you under the bus.

“you alright?” dorcas asked, looking at you worriedly.

“yeah, dont worry” you quickly said, trying to ignore the way james was smirking, extending his hand to grab yours. he started cracking your knuckles, and you did hate it when he did that, but you might just let it go that night.

as the night went on, the flirting continued, as you were all in the living room, he casually sat next to you on the couch. which lead on to sirius and remus heading out, saying they would get some fresh air. they probably would just make out.

james wrapped his arm around your shoulder, scooching closer to you. maybe it was just the alcohol, but you knew james was incredibly resistant to it and he hadn’t drank that much. maybe it was normal james behavior and you were just overthinking it, yeah, that was probably it.

“what’s up?” he asked, looking at you with those eyes you loved so much.

“nothing” you answered sweetly, smiling awkwardly.

“you sure? you’ve been kinda off these days, doll”

“yeah, no need to worry, james. really, i’m fine.” no you weren’t, but you weren’t going to tell him. specially because he’s the one making you feel weird, or lovey dovey like lily had been saying. he smiled at you.

“alright then” he said lowly, the arm that was wrapped around your shoulders now on your waist. what was he doing?

“gonna grab some snacks, alright?” he said, getting up and flashing you a grin before leaving, you decide you can't help it. anyone's heart would flutter at that smile, that crooked, stupid smile. once he came back, he saw you had turned on the tv, some soft of horror film playing.

“what’s that?” he asked, sitting next to you.

“dunno’, its what’s on” you muttered, taking a chip from the bowl he had brought. as he sat next to you, he placed his hand on your upper thigh, you eyed him, cheeks flushed.

“eyes on the screen, hun” he muttered, you quickly turned your head, wondering if he was really doing this.

james wasn't really sure why he was doing it, teasing you like this, keeping one hand on the small of your back or high up on your thigh most of the time. it was kind of like teasing himself, he knew he couldn't have you but with every lingering touch and wandering hand, he just wanted you more.

he watches you, your eyes focused on the screen, cheeks red. plus, your reaction to him was an added bonus. he did enjoy that, specially when you looked so cute with his hoodie. you placed your head on his shoulder, eyes not leaving the screen.

30 minutes to the end of the movie, you were half asleep, james was hugging you from behind and he had his chin on your shoulder to watch the movie, but his attention was more directed to his hand on your thigh. the rest of your friends had already gone to bed, you didn’t even know what time it was.

you were very suddenly fully awake once the main character shouted out with a bloody and guttural scream:

‘PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP!’

and so you felt it. his lips. on. your. neck. that was probably making you more nervous than the whole movie. his soft, pink lips, giving you light pecks.

you looked over to him, a bit in shock

“sorry. was that alright?” he asked, you could tell he was nervous because of how his eyes would dart all over the room. you quickly nodded a yes, face turning to the tv. And just like that, his lips were on your neck again, giving it soft smooches as his hands hugged your waist. you knew you were fucked once you realized you had never felt so safe in your entire life.

you did try turning around to face him, but he held you firmly

“come on, i’m very interested in this movie, focus, okay?” he said lowly, kissing your neck again. you quickly were back to facing the screen, no questions asked.

once the movie was coming to an end, his kisses got sloppier and you surely couldn’t keep on watching the film because it was making you nervous, so you turned around to hug him and he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

“i love you, james” you muttered.

“i love you too, sweetheart.” he replied, casually like he always said it.

“no, don’t be like that” your heart was racing, you thought you could faint, hiding your face on the crook of his neck.

“what do you mean?” he asked, a worried look on his face.

“for merlins sake, potter” you sighed.

“for merlins sake what?” you could even hear his smile, you backed away, looking at him as he furrowed his brows.

“james, i’m so in love with you its stupid.”

and just like that, for the first time in your existence, james potter didn’t know what to say.

“sorry” you whispered, looking away from him, you were about to tear up when he asked,

“are you drunk still?” and so you shook your head in a ‘no’ motion.

“forget i ever even-“ he cut you off by kissing you. his lips were on yours and he was kissing you. James Fleamont Potter was kissing you.

“i love you so much” he smiled sweetly, you looked away, a shy grin on your face, his hand headed towards your chin, holding it softly so you faced him. “don’t look away.” your stomach did coil at that. “i love you so much its stupid.”

“not as stupid as you.” he chuckled at that as he surged towards you.

james kissed you firmly, surging forwards and making you fall back onto the couch. his right hand on the back on your neck and his left on your waist, his thumb brushing against the exposed skin when his your sweater hiked up.

you feel breathless and shy as your panting noises filled the silence of the room. your eyes meet, a loving smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

and just like that, hes kissing you again.

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theemporium · 11 months

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sirius black x fem!reader. where she's all touch starved and needy

thank you for requesting!🖤

Contrary to popular belief, Sirius Black actually didn’t mind returning home for one reason and one reason only.

There was always a feeling of dread that settled deep in his stomach whenever a letter landed on his plate before breakfast, his family wax seal glaring back at him like some sort of sick joke. He knew what it was every single time because his mother only wrote to him when she needed him back home for whatever reason.

He hated it. He hated every second he had to spend in that house. He hated the way he would be goaded and mocked and provoked. He hated the remarks his family would make about the people he cared about. He hated that he had to spend any extended amount of time with the people who were only connected to him through blood.

He hated it so much.

But the one saving grace was that he would always come back to you.

You always hated that you could never join Sirius back home, to be there for him and comfort him and be the rock he needed to remember that he was more than his twisted, fucked up family. You hated the nights he was away because there was no way of contacting each other, no way of knowing if he was okay or if he would even return.

It made you sick to your stomach when your boyfriend was away from you.

And, even if it made him seem a little fucked in the head, Sirius fucking adored going home for the simple reason that you were all over him the second he was back. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight, you would be glued to his side and he fucking adored it more than words could explain.

He loved that he had someone who wanted him that much, even if he was gone just for a few days.

“Sweetheart,” Sirius let out an amused chuckle as your hands dipped under the fabric of his shirt, winding your arms around his waist. “We gotta go for dinner.”

“No,” your response was muffled from where your face was nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your cheek pressed against his neck where you could feel his pulse point thumping. “I’m happy here.”

Sirius tried his best to bite back his grin. “You’re not hungry?”

“We can eat later,” you negotiated, letting out a content sigh as his arms tightened around you. “We’ll sneak into the kitchens like we always do.”

“You and your traditions, love,” he mused playfully, as though he didn’t love every single moment of it. As though every time he returned from home, it wouldn’t be the same series of events of you wrapping yourself around him until you had to let go.

“I just missed you,” you muttered with a small huff, lifting your head to look at him with a fondness in your eyes that made his chest tighten.

“I missed you too, love,” he murmured as he leaned forward to press a long, lasting kiss on your lips before his head fell back onto his pillow. “Missed having my favourite girl.”

And he fucking loved the way your smile spread across your face.

“You’re my favourite boy,” you told him.

“I would hope so,” he joked lightly as he guided you to lie down on his chest again, his eyes falling shut as the contentment of the moment settled deep in his bones after the days he had spent back in his family home. “I do plan on keeping you around for a while.”

“Yeah?” you hummed. “How long is a while?”

“How does forever sound?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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Hi, i want to request a remus x reader, where its a girls night before lily's wedding and they play a spicy truth or dare, where reader realises she needs to ask remus out.

tradition.

FIRST REQUEST SORRY THIS TOOK TIME

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Bachelorette parties were a time honored tradition where the bride-to-be wore heels that were too tall to be worn drunk and got legendarily plastered with about seven of her worst behaved friends. Lily Evans (soon to be Potter) was almost an exception, but Dorcas bought her these platform go-go boots and it felt rude not to wear them.

Lily assumed the event would be less of a nightmare if [Y/N] planned it, as Dorcas usually took things too far. This way, Lily could almost guarantee that there would be no Chip and Dale-type striper dressed as the left-winger chaser from Puddlemere United. [Y/N] was therefore the most convenient choice for Maid of Honour.

Carefully, the bridal party made their way out of the Three Broomsticks and hauled themselves up the hill to do the rest of the night in Godric’s Hollow. All of them were too far gone to apparate. Sirius had taken James and the boys who knows where for a Bachelor party so the girls could use the house that night. The ‘girls’ consisted of Lily and [Y/N], Dorcas Meadowes, Mary Macdonald, Marlene McKinnon, and Alice Fortesque; basically the contents of their dormitory at school. The seven hung off each other and giggled as old friends as they walked.

“Never thought you’d be the first of us!” Marlene cried in glee, shaking her sharply bobbed dark hair out of her face. “I can’t get over it. Simply.”

“Oh, come off it!” Lily groaned. She was awfully tired of hearing this same banter recycled day in and day out.

Dorcas laughed. “Well, yeah. Marls is right. You hated your poor bastard Potter, for, like, forever. I thought first in and out of the binding contract of marriage was to be Alice and Frankie for sure.”

The most sober player of the evening, Alice, sighed. “Sorry that we’re patient.”

[Y/N] let out a firm laugh, pulling Lily’s set of keys out of her pocket as the house entered their line of view. “Bold assumptions from both Dorcas and Marlene considering you both told me you were gonna marry Sirius Black when you were fifteen or something.” [Y/N] said. Her comment illicited silence from Dorcas and Marlene rampant giggled from Mary, Lily and Alice.

With their Godric’s Hollow destination reached, [Y/N] unlocked the door with some difficulty. The seven flooded inside. Before Mary could loudly announce how bad she had to piss again, [Y/N] asked: “I’ve got a quick question ‘bout Black, actually,” everyone seemed very interested because everyone [Y/N] knew was in love with Sirius Black - unfortunately. “How many of you’v’fucked him? Just… Show off hands.”

Many groans of malcontent echoed through the room. Dorcas and Marlene raised their hands without hesitation, but instead with a bit of regret. Mary’s hand slowly went up with a sigh. Lily and Alice exchanged some knowing looks but both resisted a comment. “Bloody hell, ladies. Is he actually packin’ or something? He’s not that tall, so… Nice hair, but if he weren’t one of my mates, I’d just say he’s average. How does he keep pulling like this?” [Y/N] asked incredulously.

As Mary left finally to piss, Marlene bit back at [Y/N]. “Honestly, I think he’s just charming. Like, something about the smile, the leather jacket. Plus, he’s so fuckin’… noble, like. Yeah?��

“Noble? A guy’s a better fuck ‘cause he’s ‘noble?’” [Y/N] sighed.

“You know what I mean.” Marlene said and Dorcas nodded in agreement.

Dorcas piped up. “Well, [Y/N]. You may be the next among us. Ain’t the Maid of Honour and the… What’s it called? Man of Honour—“

“—Best Man.” Alice correct, pouring herself a sipper of firewhiskey.

“Ain’t the Maid of Honour and the Best Man meant to fuck? After the wedding?” Dorcas finished.

[Y/N]’s eyes widened. “No. Superstition. Clearly. I… Right, Lily?”

Lily’s playful grin widened as she pulled off her go-go boots and tossed her auburn hair into a messy bun. “Well, seeing as neither of you have a real date, then have at it. It’s tradition.”

“That’s vile. You’re vile.”

Mary walked back in from the bathroom. “Who’s vile?”

“Lily. Or Sirius. Can’t remember. Maybe both.” Marlene clarified.

“Ah, he is ‘packing,’ by the way. If nobody’s said that yet.”

[Y/N] was tired of everyone pushing her buttons because she had been single for a while. Single, yes. Desperate enough to shag Sirius Black, no. “Fabian Prewett was not worth all the trouble to keep that relationship going just to have a date to your wedding.” She said.

“He was so pretty!” Dorcas remarked, a drunken slur apparent in her voice.

“Yeah, and he was also a prick. Anyway, there’s no sense in finding someone with, like, days til the wedding.”

Lily sighed loudly. She knew what she was doing. It was that sort of sigh that baited someone to ask why one was sighing.

“What?” [Y/N] asked, scoffing.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Strained silence as all the other girls leaned into listen. “Oh, I’m sure. What’s the problem here?”

“James said one of his boys also doesn’t have a date to the—“ Lily started.

“You already implied Sirius—“

“Remus. Rem doesn’t have anyone.”

A longer, more strained silence.

Marlene gasped. “Holy fuckin’ shit. You should finally ask Remus out.”

“Finally? What do you mean finally? He’s my best mate.” [Y/N] said incredulously.

The other girls shared groans of indignation or shouts of surprise. “Dear, every boy you’ve ever been out with looks like a cheap knock-off of Loony Loopy Lupin. You have to have noticed.” Marlene pointed out.

“Don’t call him that!” Lily butted in.

“Don’t call him that. He doesn’t like it. And simply, I don’t think that’s true. About the boy thing.” [Y/N] insisted.

“Amos Diggory.” Mary said clearly. Amos had been her very first boyfriend. [Y/N] finally said yes to his obvious advances after Remus took a Slytherin girl his friends all hated to Hogsmeade. Amos had then been the same height and build as Remus, with those aggressively kind eyes. However, he was nothing like Lupin in any other way.

“They’re both tall with brown hair. So’s James for that matter—“

“Amos is just the polite version of Lupin. They’re practically the same bloke.” Mary finished he brutal comment and strolled into the kitchen.

“Tony Dolohov—“ Lily pointed out. Antonin Dolohov had been a rebound repeated hookup after Amos had broken up with [Y/N] since he thought she was too ‘disinterested’ in him. It was familiar commentary that Remus and Dolohov looked similar. They were constantly mistaken for the other from the back in school, despite being completely different as people.

“Was a fling!”

“Evil Lupin…” Dorcas sighed.

[Y/N] was ready for another topic of conversation. “So what? I like tall brunette guys from the countryside. Sue me. Fabian Prewett was from out there too, but he was completely—“

“Mm… Yes. Redheaded, pretentious Lupin.” Dorcas grinned tempestuously.

Mary gasped. “That implies our Lupin isn’t pretentious!”

Alice cleared her throat amidst [Y/N] evident shame and irritation. “If you don’t mind my saying, [Y/N], you’ve been down for that boy since you were about fourteen. Lupin, I mean.”

[Y/N] watched Lily nod drunkenly at wise old Alice’s words. “Call him! Call him right now!”

“Fuck you! No!”

Before [Y/N] could do anything else, Marlene began leading a chant of “call him!” with others shouting such fare as “come on, don’t ruin Lily’s party!” That was when she had to pick up the phone, just to get it to stop.

She stood there, listening to the dial tone hum. “Shit. What number am I ringing? He’s not… He’s with James.”

Lily whipped out her wand from her back pocket and wordlessly summoned a number jotted down on a takeaway menu from who knows where in the kitchen. Lily dictated the number to [Y/N], just to make sure she would actually make the call.

“‘Llo?” Sirius Black slurred on the other line. [Y/N] had often heard him wasted, but he was gone-gone tonight. He spoke too loudly into the receiver. After multiple semesters of Muggle Studies, he still hasn’t mastered the telephone.

“Black, it’s [Y/N].”

“Hey there, love,” Sirius suddenly sounded on edge. The world was a scary place these days and such a call was scary to get this late during a bachelor party. [Y/N] thought he sounded more sober, or tried, after she announced herself. “‘S everything okay…?”

“Hm? Yeah, no. All’ve us are fine. Is Lupin there?”

“What you want with Lupin?” Sirius inquired, his tone sounding much more typical of a drunk Sirius Black.

[Y/N] looked over her shoulder at the expectant faces of the girls and an encouraging thumbs up from Alice. “Uh, drinking game, or something. Put him on. Please.”

Sirius sounded like he dropped the receiver away from his face and called something like “Oi Moony, there’s a foxy bird on the phone for you!” into the room near him. After some shuffling and unintelligible grumbling, Remus’s voice came through on the phone.

“Remus Lupin on,” he said too clearly. The kind of clearness of tone one had when stoned out of their mind and attempting to cover it up. But at least he knew how to use a phone. “Who’s speaking?”

“Lupin, it’s me. It’s [Y/N]. Everything’s fine.”

“Oh. Hi?”

“Yeah, hi. All the boy’s watching you right now?”

“Uh,” a pause. “No, yeah. All of ‘em.”

“Same here. Holding a wand to my chest, basically. You still don’t have a date to the wedding, right?”

A longer pause. “Hm? To the wedding, you said?” He swallowed. Dry mouth from nerves or smoking too much, maybe. “No.”

“Right. Nor have I. Wanna go with me? Since we already both, like, have to go? Figured it’d be fun to go with you,” [Y/N] dropped her voice to a whisper. “Like, go-with-me-go-with-me. Real deal date.”

Too long of a pause.

“Remus? You there?”

“Yeah. Yeah! Sure, I’m here, sure. Also, like, yeah, sure. I mean, yeah. I’ll go with you. If you want, I mean. Yeah.”

[Y/N] sighed in relief. “Brilliant. Pop by before and get me. We’ll go together. Ta.”

With that, she hung up.

“Ta?” Dorcas said dramatically. “Ta? You ask the man out and you close with fuckin’ ‘ta?’”

#remus lupin x reader #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #remus imagine #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x oc #remus lupin x you #remus x reader #remus x you

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lurveinn · 1 month

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I’m so curious about Wizarding fashion. JKR isn’t very physically descriptive- we just know that wizards wear robes, which are outlandish to muggles, and pointy hats, but what does that really mean? What kind of robe? Magical fashion clearly isn’t very gendered, since Harry remarks on a man at the Quidditch World Cup wearing a dress and insisting that it’s unisex (certainly not the case in Britain at the time), but we don’t have any other parameters. Keeping in mind the uniform from the movies, and the fact that in SWM, Snape isn’t wearing any trousers, here’s what I think wizards wear:

1. Flowing silhouettes and cloaks; clearly, wizards love a good statement cloak. Think tassels and frills (not like Ron’s Yule Ball fit!), massive extended sleeves and lots of draping.

2. Skirts: let’s be honest, just one singular robe, without any layering, doesn’t give us much to work with. Skirts go with the general silhouette, explain why the World Cup wizard thought muggle men wore dresses, and keep with the no-trousers thing from SWM. I’m South Asian, so I like to have a little fun with it and think of wizards in ghararas (my favourite item of clothing); the Wizarding World is quite insular, travel is relatively unrestricted (hello, they have magic!), everyone has a common enemy in muggles (and other species- goblins, house-elves) etcetera, so race probably doesn’t function the same way and I headcanon a lot of cross-cultural exchange. Plus, wizarding fashion isn’t restricted by weather- they have warming charms- so wearing clothes made for hot climates in England, for example, wouldn’t be a problem.

Plus, I actually think saris are a natural fancy dress option- flowy, drapey, colourful. Speaking of which-

3. If there’s one fanon idea that I hate (aside from fanon!Sirius, of course), it’s this image of wizards (specifically high society wizards) as reserved. Sorry, did we read the same books? Wizards, even posh, rich wizards, like the Malfoys and Blacks, are camp and very outlandish. They do house-elf taxidermy, they keep their wands in canes. Just because Hogwarts uniforms are black doesn’t mean that people dress like they’re in mourning all the time. People can be total snobs and obsessed with their image and still wear bright pink, insane robes, because guess what? They have different social conventions than we do. Men and women dress basically the same, so there is no reason to believe that a man wearing a flowing robe would be against the norm. I say this as someone who believes misogyny and homophobia are well and truly alive in Wizarding society, especially in pureblooded families where the emphasis is on continuing the line; they definitely exist, but they probably look different.

4. My personal obsession and headcanon: rich wizards wearing bones. Look, I might not think of them as racist in the traditional sense, but they are undeniably speciesist, if that’s a word? They think of themselves as superior, and other sentient magical species either work under (goblins) or are enslaved (house-elves) by wizards. We only see Veelas very briefly, but despite them being admired for their beauty, I doubt wizards treat them very well. So- show me blood-purists wearing corsets made of goblin bones and teeth. Show me Veelas being hunted for their blood to stain and dye clothes with. Show me exotic “magical creatures” that are humanoid and capable of reasoning and should have rights, like mermaids and werewolves, being hunted for their scales and pelts while also being ostracised for being ‘non-human’. It’s terrible, but that’s the kind of archaic jewellery and fashion the old families that the fandom likes to fetishise would like to wear.

#harry potter #wizarding fashion #wizarding world #meta #hp

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From @jegulus-microfic prompt "skirt" | 600 words

Part 1 of Let them be (can be read as a standalone)

Part 2 >

Let boys wear trousers

Regulus Black hated the Hogwarts uniform. Absolute despised it. He could hide his chest with spells or tight bras or bigger clothes - thankfully he had small breasts already. But he couldn't do anything about the bottom part. He had asked Dumbledore himself to wear trousers instead but he was denied, as it was "tradition" and "the school rules" and Ms. Black was probably "confused" - fucking prick.

He wasn't fully out. His friends knew and called him by the name he chose. So did Sirius and his mates. At first people slipped, calling him by his deadname and used she/her pronouns. It didn't last long, though. And thankfully it barely happened at all with his brother. None of their friends had a problem with it, thankfully. But it was still hard to connect to people. Fully connect.

Tears of frustration were running down his cheeks after he left the Headmaster's office.

"Black?" He looked to his left and faced a tanned Gryffindor with round glasses. Potter was Sirius's best friend. "Black, are you okay?" James got closer to the boy, his voice sweet and comforting, dark eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Dumbledore is a bloody fucking prick!"

"Regulus, what happened?" The people he was out to called him by his last name when in public, but they were close enough that others wouldn't hear.

"He won't let me wear trousers. Transphobe. It doesn't even make sense! Some girls don't like skirts! It's such a fucking stupid rule!"

"Hey…" two big hands rested on his shoulders and he looked up for the first time. "It's okay, we'll fix this somehow. I'll talk to Mcgonagall, she can convince that old man sometimes."

"You can try but it probably won't work…" Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Black pulled himself together. Like he was taught. "It doesn't matter. I'll be fine." That was a lie and they both knew it. Still no one said anything as he walked away.

Pandora was lovely. She did her best to cheer him up in the dorm but the fact that he was sharing with a girl brought him dysphoria. Regulus didn't belong there.

It's an understatement saying that he was shocked when he saw James Potter strutting confidently into the Great Hall for breakfast wearing a skirt. What the fuck was he doing?!

"Potter. Why in the name of Merlin are you wearing a skirt?! You're going to get detention!"

"See, Black, I am protesting. Until girls are allowed to wear trousers, I will be breaking the dress code." He blinked. Regulus blinked twice. His heart stopped and the way he saw his brother's best friend suddenly shifted. He was protesting for Regulus. Getting in detention for Regulus. Most likely would face hate, all for Regulus. Yet he was completely unfazed. Potter wasn't stupid. He knew what he got himself into. But still, he did it anyway?

"But… Why? I mean- where did you even get the skirt??"

"It's Mary's. And I felt like it. Occurred to me randomly. Was bored so I thought 'why not start a protest?', you know?" That was a big fat lie and the Gryffindor wasn't even trying to hide it. He wore a wide smirk on his face. Gosh, how Regulus wanted to kiss those lips. Instead he just smiled. His genuine curved down smile, a rarity.

"You're gonna get in trouble, you know that right?"

"Since when do I, James Potter, the king of mischief, care about that?" That grin again. Black could stare for hours, take in every detail of the handsome Gryffindor's face.

"You're an idiot."

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 4 months

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Different. - S.Snape

Summary - Y/N and Severus are going to the Potters for Christmas, it’s finally time for him to meet the man and woman who are like parents to her. He’s scared because of how different they are but that doesn’t matter to them, they love each other, always.

Word Count - 859

Warnings - Female Reader, use of Y/N, not proofread, talks of nerves, Remus cracks a joke at Severus, Severus and Reader are polar opposites, Sev washes his hair

Author’s Note - Welcome to day 23!! We are nearly there! I know this is later again but I’ve had another hectic and busy day, it will likely be a bit late tomorrow too and very likely short. After the holidays I will be opening my requests for anyone who would like to request something. The rules and who I write for will be posted after the last fic of this event. I hope you enjoy!

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Although it was supposedly the most happiest time of the year, Severus Snape was the definition of Grinch. His girlfriend, on the other hand, loved Christmas and loved the traditions of Christmas. People said opposites attract and they would be right, Y/N and Severus couldn’t be any more different.

She loved Christmas, he hated it, she was a ray of sunshine, he was like a rain cloud and the list goes on. It had taken a long time for people to realize that they were together, especially her friends. They were clueless to their friend’s relationship for almost a year until they saw the two kissing in the library. Remus was quick to ask her but was definitely the most supportive out of her friends.

As for Christmas, she had invited Severus to the Potter’s, with the permission of Euphemia of course, this year so he wouldn’t be alone again. Of course James and Sirius were groaning and complaining and dragging their feet but they knew it would make their friend happy. Lily and Mary were going so thankfully she wouldn’t be the only girl showing up.

The day came to show up at the Potter’s, Severus was nervous, he usually wasn’t bothered by being with her friends but he was meeting the woman who was like a mother to her and a man that was like a father to her. He wanted to make a good first impression, he had even washed his hair the night before.

The couple had walked up to the door, hand in hand, Y/N just letting them in claiming Mrs.Potter hates when she knocks on the door because she’s family. The first person to greet the couple was Remus who decided to do the teasing for once, “I see you’ve finally washed your hair Severus.” Y/N smacked her friend's arm before dragging her boyfriend to the kitchen to meet the matriarch.

“Is that my darling Y/N? Oh I’ve missed you dear! These boys have been driving me crazy!” She exclaimed as she pulled the girl into a motherly hug.

“I’ve missed you too! This is Severus, Sev, this is Mrs. Potter,” Y/N smiled widely as she introduced the two.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Potter. Y/N is always talking about you,” Severus said politely.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too! Y/N’s always doing the same, oh Sev did this today, Sev took me here, Sev and I did this, Sev helped me study. She never stops! Thank you for making my girl happy,” The matriarch replied, pulling Severus in for his own motherly hug.

“Well she makes me happy too. She means the world to me.” Her face went hot with the compliment as she hid her face in his shoulder. Just as Euphemia was about to embarrass the girl some more, Fleamont entered the kitchen.

“Y/N! I knew I heard your voice dear! How are you?”

“I’m great Mr. Potter! How are you?” She greeted the man with a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m doing well. I’m guessing this is Severus, I’m Fleamont, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Likewise Mr. Potter.”

Y/N had excused herself so the three of them could talk without her in the room, so she had made her way to Remus who was sitting on the sofa with his nose in a book. The two friends sat there in a comfortable silence until they heard stomping coming from the floor above. Looking at each other, they both knew it was James and Sirius.

As the two boys came down the stairs and entered the living room, Y/N gave them a short lived lecture about being nice to Severus and trying to make him comfortable whilst he was there. The boys couldn’t say no to her so they agreed to behave for once.

By the end of the night, Y/N had barely spent time with Severus, he was constantly stolen by one of the older Potters to chat and get to know him. But as they settled into their guest room until the new year, she finally had time to ask what they had talked about. He admitted that they were just really asking about his intentions with her, that he has to promise to always treat her right and if he even thinks about proposing, he has to ask them for permission too.

“It went better than you expected, right? There was no need to be nervous, Sev. I told you they’d love you,” She told him, “As for the marriage thing, they really want you to ask them for permission? That’s so sweet of them!”

“I already asked them and they are more than happy for us to get married,” Severus admitted after a beat of silence.

“You asked already? Are you serious?”

“No, I’m Severus,” He joked, “Kidding, but yes, I asked already because I am going to marry you. Not now but I will. You are the love of my life, no matter how different we are, always.”

“You are the love of my life, Severus Snape, always.”

#severus x reader #severus snape x reader #severus snape imagine #james potter #moony #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #professor snape #pro snape #prongs #best friend sirius #padfoot #pro severus #severus snape #snape fanfiction #snape #pro severus snape

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enbysiriusblack · 11 days

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"Narcissa", Sirius spoke, leaning against the doorway.

Narcissa turned from her vanity to face him, "What do you want?"

He grinned, shuffling further into the room and ungracefully flopping down onto her bed.

Narcissa picked up her lipstick and carried on getting ready.

"Bellatrix is creeping Reg out."

"Regulus is old enough to handle himself."

Sirius frowned, "Against Bella? She's completely insane."

Narcissa huffed, turning back to face him, "She is not! Besides, I'm sure people think that of you."

Sirius mumbled, "Good", as he chewed the cuff of his shirt.

"Can you stop? Merlin, that is disgusting, Sirius!"

Sirius grinned again, "Priss."

Narcissa rolled her eyes, "You're a mess. Uncle Orion will be furious, you know? He was planning on introducing you to Harold Minchum, he's very opposed to our more traditional ways but he thinks he'll like you and that you'd be able to convince him to be an ally for our family, rather than a hindrance. He's a bit of a socialist, you see."

Sirius glared at her, "I think I'd only succeed in making him hate our family more."

Narcissa's lip twitched, "I told Aunt Walburga that, but they seem set in introducing you."

Sirius swang upwards, "I better get down there then, tell the minister just how uptight and prejudiced this family is."

Narcissa sighed, "Can you not put family first just this once?"

"You're the one worried over your looks more than your cousin getting murdered by your sister."

Narcissa shot him a glare, "I am trying to be presentable for important networking and Bellatrix loves Regulus, she's not going to murder him!"

Sirius kicked her doorway, "She'd murder me."

"That's because you're a huge wanker!"

Sirius turned back around, "You swore! Prissy Cissa swore!"

Narcissa glared at him again, "And if you tell anyone, I'll be the one to kill you instead. Now will you please defile our family name and leave me to get ready?"

Sirius shot both his arms up in the air in surrender, "All you had to do was ask! I love defiling the family name!"

#wanted to write my two fav black family members interacting <33 #they're dynamic intrigues and honestly confuses me sm #sirius black #narcissa black #marauders era #the black family #my writing #the black cousins

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lixzey · 5 months

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Ive had this idea in my head for a while now and i just had to tell someone 🤭❤️

So y/n is siblings with regulus and sirius, and regulus and them are twins. They had a good bond with sirius before he ran away and then they werent alouwed to talk to him anymore because of there mum. But a few weeks after sirius left he came back to get a few things that he really wanted to keep . But when he and the marauders sneaked in he found there mum toruring regulus and he was screaming and crying and stuff, while y/n was laying there unconscious and bleeding a lot and then you can continue :) ( also if you want make it james x reader at the endddd)

Love your stories sm ❤️

warnings: use of the cruciatus curse, mention of death eaters, mentions of blood.

safe and sound

ONE TWO THREE

Oh, all that I did to try to undo it. All of my pain and all your excuses, I was a kid but I wasn't clueless. Someone who loves you wouldn't do this.

All of my past, I tried to erase it, but now I see, would I even change it? Might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same.

December 25th, 1976

You hated Christmas.

Not because you despised the holiday, really, but because you hate what happens during the holiday.

Your parents would always gather up the whole family at Christmas; it was a tradition that originated with your family’s ancestors. You and your brothers were forced to wear itchy dress robes and needed to be on your best behavior. For as long as you can remember, the Black family Christmas gathering was a load of hippogriff dung.

You spent the whole day mingling with your older cousins, which you absolutely dreaded each and every time you had to spend time with them, especially Bellatrix. You already had to spend every day seeing your cousins at Hogwarts, and the last thing you wanted was to spend Christmas with them too.

The only sensible cousin you had was Andromeda; you loved her like a sister, but she wasn’t welcome in the family anymore since she married the muggle-born Ted Tonks. You missed her dearly, but you still exchanged letters from time to time, you still preferred Andromeda's company rather than Narcissa's or Bellatrix's.

The gathering went well—at least the first half of it.

You were sitting on your bed, peacefully reading a book, when your mother called everyone to the Black family library. You were confused; your family never used the library for gatherings this large. You reluctantly make your way up to the library, goosebumps littering your body as eerie silence enveloped the whole house. When you opened the doors to the library, your eyes visibly widened.

All of your family members were already inside, along with masked figures in dark cloaks—death eaters—standing in a circle around another hooded figure. Before you even knew what was happening, your eldest brother, Sirius, was thrown into the middle of the room.

“He is ready, my Lord.” Your father, Orion, bowed in front of the hooded figure—the Dark Lord. “He is sixteen, just as you requested.”

“I requested nothing, Orion. I required him to be at least sixteen and willing to join in the ranks of my death eaters.” The Dark Lord’s cold voice echoed in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. “I do not intend to use the Imperius curse on every last follower into understanding and obedience.”

“Perhaps a little persuasion is useful, my Lord?” Bellatrix purred lovingly at the Dark Lord, making you want to vomit right there and then. Voldemort raised a hand, and your cousin’s crazed laughter echoed throughout the room, her wand aimed at Sirius. “Crucio!”

You felt sick to your stomach as you watched in horror as your brother’s screams rang in your ears. Sirius looked defiant, refusing to bow down to the Dark Lord. You felt paralysed, unable to move or do anything to help your brother. Tears started to sting your eyes. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to grab your older brother and just run away from all of the madness.

You suddenly felt arms wrap around your shoulder, the familiar warmth enveloping you despite the horrors in front of you. “Starlight, look at me.”

You looked up, meeting your second-eldest brother’s soft eyes. “Reggie…..”

“I know, I know, just don’t let your guard down, okay, starlight?” Regulus whispered, kissing your forehead as he hugged you tighter. “It’ll be okay; Sirius will be okay.”

You watched helplessly as Sirius thrashed on the hardwood floor, screaming as the curse coursed through his body. Despite Regulus’ assurances—which you knew were pointless—tears flowed down your cheeks as you hoped that this was all just a bad dream. Sirius didn’t deserve any of this.

“Crucio!”

Still, Sirius did not break.

“He’s stubborn, Orion, Walburga,” Voldemort sneered, his red eyes glinting in the dim light. “Perhaps we should instruct the boy on the consequences of defiance.”

“Never!” Sirius screamed as he struggled to breathe, blood spilling out of his nose from being knocked over by the cruciatus.

“The young heir must be taught a lesson.’’ you heard your uncle Cygnus say, earning the laughs of agreement from everyone else.

Sirius panted heavily, licking blood from his lip before spitting it onto the rug. “Never….in a million….years.”

“Crucio! Crucio!” Bellatrix was clearly eager to hurt Sirius, enjoying the sight of your brother writhing in pain under her mercy. It made your blood boil; you wanted to just rip Bellatrix’s throat out of her neck.

“Kill the spare.” Voldemort’s snake-like eyes landed on you and Regulus. Your skin crawled as you felt the gazes of everyone in the room fall on you and your brother.

“No!” Your mother screamed and fell to her knees in front of the Dark Lord. “My Lord, I beg you, kill this traitor instead.” She gestured to Sirius's shaking, bleeding, sweating body. “Regulus and Y/n are as noble and pure as you could ever require. My better children will willingly seek your approval and bear your mark as soon as they come of age.”

Suddenly, everything went silent. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ears. Every breath you took was a struggle as you waited for Voldemort's decision. Finally, he turned his gaze away from you, causing you to release the breath you didn't realise you were holding. The tension in the air was thick, and it felt like no one dared to move.

After what felt like an eternity, Voldemort spoke. “Very well, I will accept your offer. Bring them once they are of age. Do what you please to punish this Gryffindor.”

Regulus had his hand intertwined with yours, giving it an assuring squeeze. “It’s going to be alright, don’t worry.”

As Voldemort's followers, along with your family members, filed out of the room, you quickly rushed and kneeled down beside Sirius’ trembling body, pulling him into a hug, tears streaming down your face.

You choked back tears as you tilted his head so that he could look you straight in the eye. “Siri, look at me,” you choked out, your heart breaking at the sight of your injured older brother. “Open your eyes, please. Sirius, please look at me.”

“Hi, my little starlight,” he rasped, his grey eyes slowly opening to look up at you.

“You’re alright, I got you, you're safe,” You kissed your brother’s forehead, the taste of blood sticking to your lips. “Reggie,” you forced yourself to say through tears. “Help me take Siri back to his room.”

Regulus quickly nodded as he helped you and Sirius out of the library, his arm wrapped around Sirius’ waist to offer support while the two of you brought him back to his room. Once you settled him on his bed, you started to clean his wounds as best as you could. Regulus helped as well, casting healing spells on Sirius to ease his pain.

“I'm sorry,” Sirius said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I brought this on all of you.”

“It's not your fault, Siri,” you reassured him, tears still spilling from your eyes despite wiping them away just seconds ago. “None of this is your fault.”

Regulus handed Sirius a vial of dark red liquid. “Drink this—it's blood replenishing potion. I nicked it from Slughorn’s stash before we left for the holidays. Drink up, you'll feel a bit better.”

“We'll always be here for you, Siri,” you murmured, holding your brother's hand tightly. “No matter what, we'll be here for you, together.”

You grabbed the vial from your brother's hand, uncorked it and force fed it to your eldest brother. Sirius grimaced at the coppery taste, but swallowed nonetheless. After some time, Sirius was finally able to breathe easier, and his pain lessened. He looked at you and Regulus, the same gray eyes mirroring yours.

“Thank you,” Sirius mumbled. “I don't know what I'd do without both of you.”

“We’re siblings, it’s what siblings do—we protect each other,” Regulus said, a smile on his lips, leaning against the wall as he watched over you and Sirius with a determined look in his eyes. “We'll be okay, I promise. We just need to stick together and look out for each other, no matter what.”

“Yes, we will,” you agreed, giving Sirius a reassuring smile. “We'll find a way to get through this together.”

You lay awake in your room, your thoughts drifting back and forth to what had just happened earlier today.

Sirius didn’t do anything to deserve pain and torture. Sirius was the best big brother to you and Regulus; he always made sure the two of you were safe. Whenever either you or Regulus got into trouble, Sirius would do something worse, so he was the one who’d get punished instead. You’d always ask him why he did what he did, but he’d always say: your skin is far better than mine, starlight.

You were grateful for Sirius’ protection from your parents through the years; he and Reggie were your rocks. You wouldn’t have made it without your brothers; you loved them more than anything in the world.

It hurt you when Sirius first went to Hogwarts. You were scared he’d forget you and Regulus while he was at school. Sirius assured the two of you that it wouldn’t happen, but somehow it did. It didn’t happen until Regulus went to Hogwarts, leaving you alone to fend for yourself.

Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor; at first he was absolutely terrified, but in the end he embraced his inner Gryffindor—much to the disappointment of the whole family. Your parents specifically warned you and Regulus not to talk to Sirius while he was at Hogwarts; they wanted the two of you to cut ties with your eldest brother—just because he was a Gryffindor. Of course, you didn’t cut ties. Sirius was your brother; you weren’t just going to throw that away because of him defying tradition. But since Sirius was the disappointment, it fell on Regulus’ shoulders to become the proper heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

Sirius would send letters, telling you and Regulus about his adventures while being a first year. He told the two of you about his friends, how he was excited for Reg to come to Hogwarts, and how he wanted so badly to have his siblings in Gryffindor too. It created a rift between your brothers, a rift created by your parents’ beliefs that were forced upon Regulus.

When Sirius came back from his first year, Regulus was distant from Sirius, unlike before. Of course, Sirius got worried for his little brother and asked you, but you didn’t know either what was happening because you and Regulus spent the whole year away from each other—with the exception of him sneaking into your room to comfort you when you were punished for not taking your etiquette lessons seriously, like the proper pureblood lady that you are.

The summer before Regulus’ first year and Sirius’ second year was spent in silence. The three of you locked up in your rooms until Sirius decided to be a proper Black. It was torture for you because it was slowly pitting your siblings against each other. The ideas your mother instilled upon you and Regulus were horrid and absolutely disgusting to hear from a mother’s lips—which you knew from an early age—that your mother was not like other mothers. Your aunt Druella was not like your mother—she was kind and loved her daughters—so it confused you as a child: why did Mother not love us?

Your brothers drifted apart completely when Regulus was sorted into Slytherin. Sirius stopped talking to Regulus completely—which broke his heart, but he wouldn’t tell that to Sirius; only you knew—and ignored Regulus for as long as he could while at school. It didn’t help much because Regulus became friends with Severus Snape, the person Sirius despised at Hogwarts.

Still, your brothers sent you letters to make you feel that you weren’t alone. But over the course of that year, the letters slowly stopped. At first, you thought it was because they were busy, but that wasn’t the case. They simply got caught up in their personal lives, forgetting you in the process. You couldn't hate them for it; they were entitled to their own lives outside of you; you were only their sister; you couldn’t demand attention.

You felt alone for the first time in your life. Your brothers left you alone to fend for yourself. You felt betrayed and abandoned by the people you loved most in the world. The months without them were hell. You spent all of your days being trained to be a proper wife when you came of age. You were barely eleven and training to be a wife—the only thing you’re destined to be, according to your family's standards.

When Christmas of that year came, you couldn’t recognise your brothers. Back then, one of you couldn’t be seen alone; it was always the three of you glued to each other's sides. The moment Sirius and Regulus stepped out of the floo, they immediately went to their respective rooms, not even batting an eye at each other or you either. Though it hurt, you were determined to bring back your family—your family, your brothers—and you weren’t going to let your parents’ words affect anything you had with your brothers.

You snuck into their rooms, trying to persuade them to bunk in your room, for old times’ sake, please! But all of your efforts were futile, as neither of them wanted to be in each other's presence other than yours. Well, at least they had common ground, you. Days passed, and they headed back to Hogwarts, leaving you once more. At that point, you came to terms that it would not be easy to bring your family back, but you at least had to try.

Finally, the time for you to attend Hogwarts finally came. And by some miracle, your brothers got along temporarily. It was their little sister’s first year at Hogwarts—they weren’t going to just ignore that and not be excited. Your brothers told you everything you needed to know while the three of you bunked in bed, just like old times.

As soon as you stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, Sirius and Regulus hovered over you like hawks—literally. You were annoyed, but you wouldn’t have it in any other way. Your brothers assured you that they’d still love you no matter which house you got sorted into; you were still their little starlight.

Lo and behold, you were sorted into Slytherin, like every other Black in your family. Your parents were ecstatic; they sent you an owl—a literal eagle owl that was bigger than your head—along with a box of Honeydukes sweets. Regulus was happy that you were sorted in the same house as him and was already eager to show you around the Slytherin common room. Sirius, on the other hand, was happy for you, but he was disappointed that his sister got sorted into the same house generations of family members were in—even Andromeda was in Slytherin—but you assured your eldest brother that nothing was ever going to change between the two of you.

Surprisingly, your Hogwarts years were a blast. By the time you were in your third year, you were at the top of your class and had friends in every year and house. You were popular amongst the crowd—not that you’d ever admit it—you were known as the kindest Black that ever walked the halls of Hogwarts. You made lots of friends in Slytherin and even more in Gryffindor, without your parents’ knowing, of course, because your tattletale of a cousin, Bellatrix, and with the extension of Narcissa, had already graduated prior to your first year.

Sirius and Regulus were extremely protective of you when boys started flocking over you. You had the Black family genes—full lips, aristocratic features, long black hair, and grey eyes—there was no denying that you were beautiful. But there was one boy who caught your eye, which Sirius would not approve of. Despite the fact that you had boys asking you out from left to right, you couldn’t compete with a certain redhead with eyes green as emeralds.

You loved James Potter more than just a friend.

James was kind, funny, brave, and fiercely loyal. Even though he had an ego the size of the Black Lake, he had a golden heart to match it. James never treated you like how other boys treated you; he treated you like a person, not like some trophy to be won. James had an effect on you no one else had; he made you feel like a lovesick girl whenever you’re near him—but you won’t show or tell anyone about it though—butterflies fill your stomach in a frenzy each time he looks at you. But he was your brother’s best friend, meaning he was off limits. There isn’t a written or verbal rule about that, but you knew Sirius would flip if you ever dated his best friend, which is a long shot because James Potter was hopelessly in love with Lily Evans. You hated it, but you didn’t have a choice; Lily was your friend too, and you couldn’t hate her for the things that weren't even her fault.

All of a sudden, you heard the floorboards creak from outside your bedroom, snapping you out of your thoughts. You slowly got out of bed to investigate, confused. Who the hell is up at three in the morning? Kreacher definitely doesn’t stay up this late. You placed your hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it, making sure to be as quiet as humanly possible, only to see your older brother creeping out of his room. Sirius stopped in his tracks when he noticed you, a guilty look plastered on his face, a look you knew oh so well.

“Go back to bed, starlight,” Sirius said, trying to act nonchalant but ultimately failing.

“Where are you going? Why do you have a bag packed? Are you leaving us?” You asked, your lips quivering at the sight of a bag slung over his shoulder.

Sirius sighed, walking towards you. “I’m sorry, starlight, but I have to leave,” he said gently, his breath wavering as he reached for your hand. “If I don’t, I’ll go insane.”

“What about us? Me? Reggie?”

“We can get through this, Siri; please don’t leave us…” you begged, pulling his hands away from your cheeks.

“I’ll write every day. I promise...” Sirius said, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s not safe for me here.” His chest heaved slightly. “You saw what happened, starlight—you know they’ll force me to take the mark, and you know I can’t have that,” he said, his expression solemn. “I have to leave; they’ve finally pushed me too far.”

Suddenly, the floorboards creaked again. Regulus stood behind Sirius, a confused look plastered on his face at the sight of you with tears in your eyes. “What's happening, Sirius, Y/n?” Regulus asked, worry evident in his voice.

Sirius froze at the sound of his voice. He felt you flinch in his arms. He turned to face Regulus, his eyes pleading and watery. “I’m leaving, little brother. I don’t belong here…with you lot,” he said, choking back his tears.

You buried your head back into Sirius’ chest, holding back your sobs. Your legs felt weak, and you had to grab onto your brother for support.

“You're only sixteen, Sirius,” Regulus said, his voice breaking. “You can’t just leave; you'll be disowned, Sirius.”

“I can't stay, Reggie,” Sirius replied, his voice strained. His eyes roamed over his brother's face, the pain and desperation evident in his eyes. “Mother never cared for me; father would rather die than acknowledge me.”

You looked up at Sirius in horror, tears running down your cheeks. He was right. Your parents hated him. They treated him like scum, all because he wanted to be a good and decent person. “Please, Sirius, don’t leave. We need you. I need you.”

Sirius sighed, his heart breaking at the sight of his crying sister. “I know, I know, but I can’t stand another day here. There’s so much going on—so much they expect me to do, but I can’t take this life.”

You hugged your brother tightly, silently casting a silencing charm as you let tears fall from your eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Your fucking parents, Voldemort, fucking ruined it all.

“What about Y/n? It's our job to protect her!” Regulus cried out, trying to reason with Sirius, his eyes blazing. “What? You’re just going to leave?”

“I know, little brother, and that’s why I need you to protect her for me,’’ Sirius said slowly, his voice barely audible.

Regulus narrowed his eyes at his older brother. “Sirius, you’re a Gyrffindor! Be fucking brave, for once!” Regulus hissed angrily, fists clenched, and his lips curled into a scowl.

“For once?” Sirius snapped angrily, moving away from you. “I have been brave for you and Y/n for as long as any of us can remember, Regulus!”

Regulus’ expression morphed into anger; his eyes were blazing with fury and resentment. Sirius took a deep breath, but before he could say anything more, you piped up. “Reg...please.”

“No, Y/n! He’s only thinking about himself-”

“No, you're only thinking about yourself—what about me? MY future—how would you have expected me to become one of Voldemort’s minions and settle down and have children with a woman I don't even love?! I don't want their kind of life, not anymore,” Sirius yelled, his voice full of anger.

You flinched at the venom in Sirius’ voice. “Please, Sirius, don’t leave.”

“I’m sorry starlight, but I have to. I can’t be a part of this twisted family and the Dark Lord's reign of terror. I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not.” Sirius said, his voice filled with pain and determination

“Where will you go? ” You whispered, looking up at Sirius.

“The Potters, James said his parents would take me in.”

Regulus’ eyes filled with anger again. “You're choosing James Potter over your own brother and sister?” Regulus hissed angrily, pulling you away from Sirius.

“Yes!” Sirius yelled, his eyes turning cold. “I'm choosing freedom and life over this twisted family and the Dark Lord! I can't stay, Regulus, and you know it. Don't try and stop me!”

“You've made your choice,” Regulus spat, grabbing your hand. “Come on, starlight.”

Sirius watched as you followed Regulus, his heart breaking. He could feel his eyes burning and his tears threatening to fall.

“Starlight..?” Sirius called out, taking a step after you and Regulus. At the word, you both stopped. For a moment, Regulus turned to face Sirius, and then he took his younger sister by the shoulders.

“Stop crying for him, Y/n, he’s weak.” Regulus spat harshly.

And with that, Sirius slung his bag over his shoulder and walked to the Floo in your father’s study. “Potter Manor!”

You and Regulus stood there in silence, watching helplessly as you let out a choked sob. “Sirius, please don’t go,” you pleaded, but your voice was drowned by the sound of the flames that engulfed him, disappearing from your sight.

Regulus pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried. “I’m sorry, starlight,” Regulus whispered, his voice breaking. “I'll never leave you, I swear.”

You clung to your brother, and tears streamed continuously down your face as you realised that everything had changed. Your brother, Sirius, the one who always protected you, was gone. And everything was going to be different from now on.

Now you have another reason to hate Christmas.

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Sirius Black x reader, James Potter x reader, Remus Lupin x reader (seperate) preferance; what its like to ice skate with the marauders day five of christmas advent calendar warnings; none uhm i've never made a preferance before but i was dying trying to make this so yeah, i hope it good!

Sirius Black:

Definitely is terrified of going on the ice

Lowkey dreading it because he hates the cold (post!Azkaban Sirius definitely)

Tightly holds onto your hand

If your experienced he’ll use you as a crutch and if you’re not you’ll both end up on the floor tangled together

In the end, he hated it and never wants to do it again 🙂

Forces you to pay for hot chocolate after for compensation, to which you gladly oblige

James Potter:

Claims he's never done it before

… is literally at professional level

Skates circles around you while you’re trying not to fall

Will press a kiss to your lips when he does laps on you

Becomes friends with a random guy and they skate together

You become friends with the guys girlfriend who also sucks at ice skating

Ends up being less of a romantic date together and more a friend date w the random people you met

He’ll grab your arm to urge you forward and you fall instead, taking him down with you

Now it's a tradition to go skating with that couple every year

Remus Lupin:

Ice skating has never sounded appealing to him, but he’s just glad he gets to spend time with you

Holds your hand the entire time, he will never leave your side

He’s not very good at first, but he picks it up quickly

You both get better and better throughout the night

At the end of the night he can successfully twirl you on the ice

He’s really happy and giddy the entire night, with his wide smile and twinkling eyes (you know exactly what look I’m talking about)

Once you’ve retired to your bed at night he tells you how much fun he had and he loves you SO MUCH

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The difference between you and James was that he came from a family that showered him in love, a family with two parents who married for love without caring what other people thought, a family that couldn’t care less about blood purity and keeping family lines ‘clean’.

Your family only cared about that, muggles were respected less than house elves, if you even dared to glance at somebody who wasn’t of pureblood descent then they’d be sure to let you know how much of a traitor you were to the family. Your parents didn’t love each other, they loathed each other, sure in public people believed they were the perfect couple but the reality of it was they couldn’t have a single conversation behind closed doors without it turning into a screaming match.

Perhaps that was why you and Sirius had been fast friends. From a young age both of you had known this life wasn’t for you, the prejudice and judgement coming from people who thought they were so much better than others just because they were purebloods. Both of you forced to attend the parties that were only hosted in an effort to show how superior one family was from the other, a similar one hosted the next week just to prove who was better.

You hated those parties and yet you were made to attend each one of them, mainly sticking with Sirius and trying to stifle your laughter as he made fun of the stuck up witches and wizards around the room.

Going to Hogwarts was the break you needed. Finally being away from your family, from their high class rules, their cruel words and harsher glares, the parties and the arguments. It was a relief to leave home but their judgement still followed you down the Great Hall.

You and Sirius traded apprehensive looks. Both the Y/L/N and the Black family had been Slytherin’s for as far back as anybody could remember, it was expected that you and Sirius would follow that tradition.

You had known for years that Sirius was determined to be in any house but Slytherin, promising that he would find a way to trick the hat if he needed to. You thought he’d be ok though, Sirius was your best friend and nothing at all like the Slytherin that surrounded you on a daily basis, you didn’t think it would be a struggle for him to be placed anywhere else. You figured he’d do well in Gryffindor, he was one of the bravest people you’d met after all, never one to back down even against his father’s fists and mother’s sharp nails that left marks after one too many glasses of wine.

You yourself were torn, of course you hated everything your family stood for, of course you wanted to break free from them but thinking that and actually doing it were two different things. You had no love for your family but you knew their disappointment would still hit hard if you were placed anywhere but Slytherin.

“Now what should we do with you?” The hat asked once Professor McGonagall placed the ancient thing on your head. “A brilliant mind, older than your years aren’t you? Cunning and quick on your feet. But not Slytherin, eh? For as long as I can remember the Y/L/N’s have been Slytherin’s. Of course that doesn’t mean you have to be. No, no I don’t think Slytherin is where you belong. A brave girl like you belongs in…

Gryffindor!” The Hat exclaimed and you felt your eyes widen in shock, gaze immediately seeking out Sirius who was beaming at you, up on his feet and whooping as you forced yourself off the stool and over to him.

“Breathe.” Sirius whispered as the remaining students were sorted, you not paying attention to any of it as your mind flooded with fear of what your family would do. “We’ll be fine.”

You glanced over at Sirius who smiled at you, knocking into your shoulder softly and you nodded, taking a deep breath and finally focusing on those around you. Opposite you were the two boys you’d met on the train, the pale boy with scars scattered around his face and hands sat across from Sirius and the boy with messy brown hair and warm eyes was facing you.

“You two alright?” James asked and you watched as Sirius glanced at you before grinning, taking the attention of you for a moment.

“I’m brilliant, mate. Merlin, mother’s going to be furious with me!” Sirius exclaimed and you couldn’t help but join in as Remus and James laughed, feeling some of the tension leave you.

You were a Gryffindor. There was nothing you could do to change that, no amount of angry words or letters could change that now. So instead you let yourself enjoy your first night at Hogwarts, pushing all thoughts of your family aside as you laughed with Sirius and the two others who would all become your best friends before the year was finished.

Over the years James had watched you closely. He had known when he was eleven that you were special, had known you were important. You were one of his best friends, he was always going to look out for you.

At thirteen he realised he liked you, at fourteen he realised he loved you. He never said anything though, he didn’t want to risk losing you. Every time somebody brought up love or crushes you always shut down, tuning the conversation out and refusing to take part, it didn’t matter how much they teased and nudged you, you never spoke about it.

James had been curious for a while, he’d even gone to ask you about it a few times but Sirius always seemed to know when he was going to, pulling him aside and distracting him with something or just subtly shaking his head when James approached you.

It took a while but eventually Sirius realised James was going to keep asking you so he waited until you’d gone up to bed and told him about your parents. Of course James already knew about them, he’d watched you rant about them, watched you tense up when the family owl flew into the Great Hall, watched how you stopped eating and zoned out when the school year was over and you knew you’d be going back to them.

Once Sirius told him James figured it made sense why you thought love was stupid. His heart ached that you thought all relationships were doomed, that the only example you had was set by those who married for status and not for love.

James wanted to change your mind. He wanted you to see that love was real, that it was a good thing, that it could work.

He went to bed that night with his thoughts racing, knowing he had all summer to come up with a way to get you to believe in love.

By the time autumn had arrived James had created and thrown out more plans than he could recall. He didn’t have a solid idea by the time he boarded the train and sat down next to you, his smile softening when he saw how tired you looked, knowing how draining the summer was for you at home.

He decided then and there that he didn’t need some elaborate plan, he didn’t need the others to help him come up with one either. All he had to do was show you that counting on somebody, that spending time with them and letting yourself fall wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“Here.” He murmured to you, the word nearly getting lost in the noise of the train, everybody excitedly greeting each other as they made their way into compartments.

You looked over at James, eyebrows knitting together as you looked at him. James couldn’t help but grin as your face lit up when you took one of the cupcakes James held out to you, something Mrs Potter had taken to making and sending him off with at the beginning of the third year.

You and James easily fell into conversation, James careful not to ask too many questions about your summer even as you asked about his. Sometimes you did talk about it but it was usually in the early hours of the morning when everyone else had gone to bed, you and him alone in the common room feeling like the secrets you shared there were safe to say.

It wasn’t long before Remus and Sirius joined the two of you and soon enough you were back at Hogwarts, happy to be back home.

“Come with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?” James asked as he caught up to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder when he saw you leave the Great Hall.

You looked up at him with a smile, a smile that James loved putting on your face and swore he’d keep there. You didn’t move from under his arm letting him lead you out of the castle, if anything you shifted closer to him when the autumn air hit you.

“Don’t we always go to Hogsmeade together?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him questioning.

“No, we always go with Sirius and Remus.” James told you and it was true, all four of you always went together unless Sirius was trying to impress a girl but that usually ended with him finding you all a few hours later. “I’m asking you to come with me.”

You stayed silent for a moment, feeling a wave of nerves run through you. You’d known for a long time now that you liked James. You hadn’t wanted to admit it to even yourself for so long but you couldn’t deny the fact that he was the one you sought out after a bad day, he was the one you went to for a distraction, he was the one you looked for when you entered a room, he was the one who took a weight of your shoulders upon seeing him after spending the summer with your family.

You loved James and it terrified you.

Nothing good could come from it. You knew what relationships turned into, you had watched as even the best intended relationships turned cold and cruel. You couldn’t have that happen between you and James, you’d rather never tell the man how you felt than watch as you and he turned into something dark and twisted.

And yet even with the sliver of fear you felt you had never been all that good at denying James Potter of anything he asked for.

“So,” James stretched the word out when you had gone too long without answering him. “Will you come with me?”

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.” You told him, a small smile on your face as you felt excitement mix with your nerves and fear.

A few days later found you pacing the lengths of your room, thankful that the other girls had left for breakfast, leaving you alone to freak out about going out with James. You don’t know why you were so nervous, it was just James and it wasn’t a date.

Yet some hopeful, traitorous part of you wished it was.

“You know he likes you right?” Sirius’ voice startled you out of your thoughts and you whipped around to face him, glaring at him for frightening you.

You’d ask how he even got into the girls dormitories but you had long since given up asking how Sirius did half the things he managed.

“I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.” You told him stiffly, turning away from him to busy yourself with rifling through your trunk.

“Come off it Y/N/N. He’s a good lad, one of the best, he’ll treat you right. What’s so wrong with giving him a chance? I know you like him too.” Sirius sighed, moving further into the room and onto your bed.

“Don’t you think I know all that?” You snapped, glaring at your oldest friend before taking a deep breath and moving to sit next to him, letting him wrap his arm around you to pull you closer and resting your head on his shoulder. “I just, I can’t Sirius. I can’t risk losing him, I can’t risk falling into the same trap every other couple we know has, I won’t jeopardise what we have now for us to end up hating each other.”

“Y/N, you’re not going to end up like our parents. They never loved each other, you know that. You won’t be dating James because you’ve been ordered too, because he’s a pureblood who only calls about popping our heirs and looking good to other purebloods. Neither of you care about that stuff.” Sirius told you softly, resting his head on yours and letting his eyes fall shut as silence washed over the two of you.

“I really like him.” You finally confessed, voice barely louder than a whisper but Sirius heard, a sad smile spreading across his face.

“I know you do. Go out with him, enjoy yourself, let yourself be happy.” Sirius said and you nodded, taking a moment to gather yourself before pulling yourself off the bed.

“See you later?” You asked as you slipped a robe on, ducking into the bathroom to check yourself one last time.

“I wanna hear all about it!” Sirius grinned as you rolled your eyes, heading down to the common room and seeing James waiting for you.

“You ready?” He asked, a smile spreading across his face as he saw you and you smiled back nodding. ��You look beautiful by the way.”

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks, your smile turning shy as you ducked your head, following him out of the common room.

“Thank you.” You said softly, suddenly so unsure how to act around James despite having been friends for years. “You look good too.”

The walk through Hogwarts was silent, James wondered if he was making the right call. He knew how nervous you were, Sirius had been distracted all morning and only settled once he announced he was going to check on you. Your fears were clearly deeper than he had originally thought but then he looked over at you and knew he would never regret this.

He just had to hope you didn’t regret it either.

“You remember the first time we came here?” James asked you with a smirk, watching as you rolled your eyes again but your smile widened and that’s all James needed.

“I’d known you for two weeks, you can’t blame me for being cautious!” You defended yourself, James laughing and the sound made you relax a little bit.

“You were terrified.” James grinned and you nudged his shoulder.

“We were eleven, who gives an eleven year old an invisibility cloak?”

“I told you we’d make a rebel out of you.” You and James continued talking and laughing, reminiscing on your years at Hogwarts until you were completely relaxed, no nerves or fear running through you as you let yourself fall into the familiar comfort of James’ company.

After that day at Hogsmeade you decided not to overthink every decision you made. Of course one outing didn’t automatically fix everything you believed but you were willing to at least follow Sirius’ advice of giving it a try. You were still terrified of losing James, of turning into your parents but you also really wanted to be with James.

So one outing turned into two then three until months had passed and you and James were spending all your free time together, of course that didn’t deviate from your usual schedule but this year it was different. This year it was filled with shy glances and gentle brushing of hands which neither of you were brave enough to grab, it was filled with sneaking out and wandering the grounds together, of somehow getting to know each other more which you hadn’t thought possible.

Tonight the two of you sat outside by the black lake, James had enlisted the help of the others to make a picnic, getting as much food as the house elves would give them and setting up a spot for the two of you.

The food had long since been eaten and the sun was finally beginning to set. James rubbed his hands on his thighs, desperately trying to remember the speech he had planned earlier but coming up empty each time.

You looked out at the water, at some point you had shifted closer to James and rested your head on his shoulder. If somebody would have told you you’d be here months ago you’d have laughed in their face but now it felt right, everything about these last few months felt right.

Falling in love with James Potter felt right.

“You okay?” You murmured softly, not wanting to disturb the peace but James had been quiet for a while now and you hadn’t missed how nervous he’d seemed throughout dinner.

James wasn’t sure how to answer that. He was amazing, he was sat with the girl he loved leaning against him, so happy for every second he got to spend with you and yet he was also nervous because he was so desperate to tell you how he felt, needing you to know that he loved you, to know you were his world.

“James?” You said again, moving so you could look over at him.

“I love you.” James blurted out, his eyes widening at the same time as yours did.

He hadn’t meant to say that, well ok he had but he had a whole speech, he was going to ease you into it. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off and have you leave him.

“James,” You said softly, shocked at his words that left you equal parts nervous and overjoyed.

“No, wait, just let me…” James trailed off with a sigh before sitting up and turning to face you properly. “I know you don’t think this is going to work, I know you look at your mum and dad and hate what they have but that’s never going to be us. We’re choosing each other because we want to, not because of something as stupid as blood purity. I know you're scared but let me show you how good we can be.”

James watched you closely, part of him expected you to bolt but then he watched your face soften into a smile, he watched as the tension that had built in your shoulders left and you looked at him like it was your first time really seeing him.

James Potter was watching you believe for the first time.

Believe in him, believe in love, believe that he could be the one for you, believe that it wouldn’t end in spite and hatred but it could just be love.

“I love you too.” You finally said and James let out a surprised laugh, a grin spreading across his face as he stared at you.

You were in love with him.

“Can I please kiss you?” He asked, his voice coming out more of a beg causing you to laugh softly as you nodded, shifting closer to him and savouring the feeling of his palm cupping your cheek, memorising the way his thumb ran across your cheekbone as he held you like you were a prized possession.

“I really love you.” He murmured before pressing his lips to yours.

He had been waiting for so long to kiss you and now that he finally knew how your lips felt against his he knew he’d never be able to go without. One taste and he was addicted. The kiss was soft but eager, the two of you gripping each other, desperately trying to get as close as you could.

When you finally pulled away you were both panting for breath, James rested his forehead against yours to keep you close to him, not ready to let you go yet.

“So you’ll be mine then?” James asked breathlessly and you couldn’t help but smile brightly at him as you nodded. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this, I’m gonna spend the rest of our lives proving this will last, that it will always feel this good.”

You really hoped James was able to keep his promise, the way he made you feel in this moment was enough to push any doubts out of your head. How could something that feels this beautiful ever turn into something so dreadful? You wanted to believe that love wasn’t like that and you were more than happy to let James be the one to prove it to you.

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Thought it was a silly tradition?

dad! remus lupin x mum! reader

Summary: Remus hates dressing up, especially when halloween was over a month ago, but the tradition is worth it for his girls

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, mom! reader, dad! remus, pure fluff, their daughter is named after remus' mum

A/n: 0.8k words, Day One of my advent calendar is a little fluffy one based on this request xx a masterlist for the event will be coming Saturday as I have a conference at uni tomorrow

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“I don’t understand why we have to dress up” you hear Remus grumple entering the kitchen as you search for a safety pin

“It’s tradition” you counter with a giggle, hand racking some of the larger things off to the side within the drawer you’re looking through

The tradition of having a halloween party on the 1st of December had started back in your last year at Hogwarts, when you, your fellow marauders, Lily, Marlene and Dorca had gotten detention for a full month after plans of your original party had been leaked. So Sirius and James being Sirius and James decided to throw one on the 1st instead, then the following year thought it would be a laugh to do the same thing again and the rest was history. Now even 9 years later you were all still dressing up along with all of your respective children

He huffs at that, picking up the just boiled kettle to pour himself some coffee “Merlin this thing is itchy” he states and you can see in the corner of your eye your husband shaking his head from side to side as he stirs his drink

“Found it” you say mostly to yourself, though Remus’ acute hearing most likely picked it up

Remus joins your side looking down at the little pin between your fingers “Rip your outfit bun? Or has your tail fallen off” he teases, leaning to the side to catch glimpse of your arse thats adorned with a little ball of grey puff

You chuckle, nudging him gently as not to spill his coffee “No it’s for Hope” you tell him and his eyes soften

“Are you two ever going to tell me what character she is?” he wonders, all the information he was given was Hope saw a cartoon and wanted them all to dress up, him as some kind of fox, you a police bunny which was one, apparently a thing and two, rather fitting given your animagus “She some bunny…fox hybrid?” he muses but you don’t budge

“Patience Mr wolf” you peck his lips “All in good time, no following me you stay outside the door” you warn as you walk back towards your daughters room with him in tow

“Fine fine” he holds one hand up, resting his back on the wall beside the door frame as he sips his coffee, smiling as he hears his daughter giggle with you “Can I get a hint?”

“No” you both call out together before more laughter bubbles, he tries not to listen in too hard, ruin the surprise you and Hope are clearly excited for, but he does let himself indulge in your soft spoken words while fixing her costume, as well as the small ‘I love you mumma’ Hope whispers back

“Okay is daddy ready?” you say towards the door and Remus places his cup down in preparation, smiling as you come out with little bunny ears and then his daughter as a…cheetah?

He looks towards you smiling yet with a questioning look “Cheating on me?” he jokes quietly but your daughter catches, pouting

“No dad, Cheetah…” he bounces on the balls on her feet “...see i have the spots” she points to her onesie under the police uniform

“Oh of course” he kneels down, fake surprise so as not to upset her while trying to laugh at his daughter's innocence “So who are you pup?” he asks kissing her onesie clad forehead as not to ruin her face paint

“Ben!” she chirps happily earning a chuckle from you and Remus

“And who is daddy?” he asks next

“You’re Nick!” she says, slowly getting more excited

“And mummy?” he smiles wide, unable to stop himself at the sight of his daughter so giddy

“Officer Hopps” you reply for her, doing a little power pose before kneeling down to which Remus kisses your cheek and then Hopes as he knows she’ll get jealous if he doesn’t “Crime fighting trio aren’t we baby” you endearingly scrunch your nose up at her

Hope nods quickly, cutely “Yeah!” she exclaims happily but her expression falters a little bit as she turns back to him “You like my costume?” she asks quietly, looking down at him with those bunny eyes she could only have inherited from you

“I love it, best costume yet and we are so going to win the costume contest” he assures her, hands finding her shoulders and giving them a quick squeeze at the end

She grins at that, cheesing away “Why don’t you put on some shoes honey? Then we’ll head to Uncle Prongs house” you tell her and she practically sprints as fast as a cheetah into her room to do so “I hate dressing up” you mock your husband's voice

“Fuck off” he pokes your side before standing up, holding out his hand to help you as you do the same

“Thought it was a silly tradition?” you raise your eyebrows, he knows you know the answer, it happens every year but your eyes still light up every time

“And it is…but when it makes you and her shine like that...” his hands find your hips, pulling you closer to him "...it's a little less silly and always worth it"

You nudge your nose with his “Good answer” you whisper before capturing his lips in a soft, prolonged kiss that's only interrupted a few seconds later by your daughter

“Ewww!”

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