impulsive writer

A list of all of my imagines.

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will expand for the other fandoms i write for

Platonic!Marauders x fem!short!reader

summary: as described in the request above

warnings: none!

making a return with a small request x sorry if this is a bit bad, I took quite a bit of a break.

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"Let's gooooooo!"

"Padfoot, can you hear that?" James Potter, ever the arrogant Quidditch player with a heart of gold and a head full of himself and occasionally Lily Evans, perked up as though he was a dog and had just gotten a whiff of a bad smell.

"Hear what?" Sirius Black replied. His face was one of dark warmth, constantly smirking and his dazzling eyes just as dim as his demeanour. He was sat in a tree, looking down at James who hung from a branch.

"That sound...like an ant." James replied, grinning as though he had told the funniest joke as he swayed backwards and forwards upon his branch. Then he looked to his side. "How about you, Pete?"

"I don't hear anything." Peter Pettigrew shrugged, smiling at Sirius and James. He swiped his blonde hair out of his eyes and ignored the persistent prodding on his shoulder.

"Guys, stop being gits." Remus Lupin, the voice of reason, spoke out from where his back rested against the tree. A book sat in his hand and his tie was loose around his neck but he wore a sweet smile. "It's not an ant..."

"Thank you." Y/N sighed out, shaking her head at the other three boys who had been ignoring her exclamation.

The Marauders, a friendship of five that ruled the school with their pranks and antics, were sat out by the Black Lake. Two of them were inside of the tree, one sat on a limb and the other hanging upside down from a branch. The other three were around the tree rather than inside it.

Remus was sat against it, his head tilted back resting upon the bark of the trunk and Peter was stood leaning against it, grinning and looking up at the other boys within the tree. The fifth and final member of the group was poking a finger into Peter's arms and begging him to pay attention to her.

Not once had she sat down to rest, nor had she tried to climb the tree at all, but had been bounding around the surroundings pestering her friends over and over again.

But as always, they pretended not to see her. It was a sick little game they loved to do due to the difference in their sizes. Remus was above six foot, James was six foot, Sirius was near enough six foot and Peter was 5'8 but that was still 8 inches taller than Y/N.

Her entire life she had been nothing but tiny compared to everybody else. Especially when she had made friends with four boys who grew up to be a mix of muscular, lanky and large. That made her look especially small in comparison to the rest of them.

When walking down the corridor together, people rarely even spoke to her or saw her because she was so small. And the boys never shut up about it ever...it was actually surprising that Remus had berated them for their jokes in the first place.

"It's obviously a stinkbug." Remus finished, his voice flat and deadpan.

James, Sirius and Peter all began to laugh loudly at Remus' comment and Y/N abandoned trying to poke and prod Peter and instead bounded up to Remus, crashing into him as though they were playing football. Remus hmphed and fell to the ground as Y/N scrambled on him.

"You can try..." Remus trailed off, laughing as Y/N tried to get the upper hand on him. "But I guarantee you will fail."

There was no reply to that from Y/N as she continued to try and affect Remus somehow but with both his werewolf strength and his tall build in general, he somehow managed to manoeuvre Y/N so she was slung over his shoulders and he stood from the floor.

"No. Remus, put me down." Y/N panicked a little, her hands grasping at his back as he started to turn around slowly on the spot and the other boy's began laughing in the background. "Remus, I swear to Godric I will punch you so hard in the mouth that my hand will come out of your ass!"

Another round of laughter came from inside the tree as well as a sharp wolf whistle that cut through the air amongst the laughter. Remus chuckled at her threat as he spun around quicker and made Y/N clutch onto him for dear life - Peter was in stitches laughing as he held his stomach.

"Feisty!" Sirius laughed, launching himself off of the tree and landing on the grass below as he watched Remus and Y/N. "Who knew someone so little could carry so much firepower?"

"Please, guys, I just wanted to prank someone." Y/N whined and rested her head against Remus' back, giving up on trying to get off of him as he slowed to a stop, continuing to laugh a little. "And you're all just mean."

"Aww." James pouted and flung himself off of the branch as well, just like Sirius had until all four male marauders had their feet on the ground and Y/N slid onto her feet too off of Remus' back. "You know we love you, stinkbug."

"Stop that." Y/N swatted him and James shrieked, hitting her hand away from him.

"Not the hair!" He raised his fists in a defensive position.

"Oh, not your hair?" Y/N raised her eyebrows, her hands dangerously close to the brown curly locks and James gave her a warning glance, moving away from her slightly. "Not your hair?"

"Y/N...no."

"James...yes." Y/N smiled and launched forward again, her hands burying themselves in his hair as she jumped on him.

PT 1

barty crouch jr x fem!reader

summary: a run-in with a relative of someone from his past makes Barty's head turn.

Warnings: swearing, use of alcohol, mentions of death.

sorry it's been a while!

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My dearest Barty,

Enclosed in this letter is an Occamy feather for you! You better like it because I nearly died getting it for you, I had to resort to the mating dance and screeching loudly so it wouldn't attack. They are very aggressive and protective over their eggs, just like I knew but I can't believe I managed to tame one.

Of course I didn't manage to get an egg, but I have a drawing of it in my case that I will bring back to you and tell you all about.

India is so much fun! I've learned Bollywood dancing, visited a lot of the temples, trekked in the Himalayans to get to the Occamy of course. I even came during Diwali and everything is so beautiful!

I wish you were here with me. You'd love the dancing, even if you think you wouldn't, I know it. I'll be home soon, happily back with you. Little Elijah or Eleanor, whichever one it is, has been kicking for their daddy. Misses you almost as much as I do.

I know you had your doubts about me going to India whilst five months pregnant but I've run into no trouble whatsoever, just a little kick here and there but you were there for the first one. It should be about 4 more days until I'm back and I'm so excited!

I'm hoping that everything is okay back home. I know there's been more recent disappearances, even Regulus Black. Poor boy. He was so nice to me, I can't imagine how his brother is feeling. As long as you're safe then I'm happy, very happy.

Four months until our baby comes into the world!

Boat is boarding soon, so I'll go post this letter now. I love you so much! See you soon.

Y/N x

Bartemius Crouch read the letter over and over again. And then again. Until he felt numb inside, numb all over until somebody had to physically force him out of his chair, let alone out of his house. His heart was shattered, crawling back together to try and attach itself again, but it didn't work. Everything just crumpled again, crumpled like the letter in Barty's hand that was stained with blood, tears and sweat.

Multiple times it had been fished out of the garbage, multiple times he had tried to smooth all of the wrinkles back out of the paper so he could read it one more time. Multiple times he had been on the verge of incinerating every inky last word...but he never did. Because he could never ever get rid of her, the thought of her, the knowledge of her. Her and his baby who was never ever birthed.

Little Elijah or Eleanor never met their daddy and their daddy never got to look into the eyes of his child and softly rock them from side to side whilst singing them to sleep. It was a loss greater than anything, but nothing will ever be greater than the loss of his wife. His sun, his moon, his eclipse. Without her, his nights were darkened, his days were lost and Bartemius Crouch Junior withered away in his grand house, wishing his love was still in his arms.

However, a knock at the door interrupted his nightmare of a daydream. A grunt escaped his lips at the sound of it, his hand's grip on his glass of alcohol tightening at the rim as his other hand wiped at his spiked stubble around his chin in an uninterested gleam.

"Go away." Barty raised his voice a little, stumbling up from his dishevelled armchair and letting the rest of the letter from his wife's travel that sat on his lap fall to the wooden floor below him. "No one's home."

As he tried to stumble away again, tipping the last of the alcohol down his throat, he heard his door open anyway. Despite the obvious want of not having someone with him at that current time, he could hear footsteps behind him, entering the grand room with an air of purpose and especially an air of arrogance.

"I said GO AWAY." Barty swivelled around, chucking his glass at the doorway that the person was stood in. They didn't flinch at all, but the glass smashed above the archway and the shattered pieces fell down to the floor. "Fucking...fuckin bitch. Fuckin leave."

"Mr. Crouch, please." The man in the doorway removed his hat from his head, holding it in front of him as he watched the broken man trip around his drawing room, walking to his fireplace. "I'm here to talk about my daughter. I believe you knew her. Her name was Y/N."

At once, Barty paused in his place beside the fireplace, his hand grappled on the mantelpiece as his eyes narrowed into fierce slits at the mention of the name. The man grunted drunkenly again, shaking his head as his hands slapped against the mantelpiece multiple times before he decided to hit his head instead.

"Don't..." He drawled, his voice like gravel scraping against his vocal chords before he looked at the man in the doorway. The man had a shadow cast over his face but the firelight highlighting his nose told Barty that he was a spitting image of his dear Y/N. "Don't act like you fuckin' cared about...about her. I know what you did."

"I-I didn't do anything. My girl ran away when she was 17...I've been trying to find her for years. They led me here."

"Well, you're about a year too late, old man." Barty chuckled darkly, pushing himself away from the fireplace to swipe his bottle of alcohol off of his coffee table, pouring a hefty bit into a new glass. "She's dead."

"I was afraid of that." The man sighed, shaking his head and Barty downed about half of his drink before squinting and facing the man again. This time with more suspicion as he began to wring his hat in his hands. "She always was reckless. Running off, wanting to explore the world when I had a perfectly good job lined up for her at the ministry."

"Maybe she didn't want to be a fucking brainless clone." Barty spat, placing his glass down on the table before running his hands through his growing hair and over his face disappointedly. "And why the hell did it take you five fucking years to go looking for her? Ask anyone, it would've led you to me. You wanna fucking know why?"

"I don't-"

"I was the one who convinced her to run away." He whispered comically, pointing to himself with a crazed laugh as his lover's father straightened up a little at the amusement Barty was taking. "Right after I put a ring on her finger, we ran all the way to fucking Glasglow and got married in a stable. How's that for your precious little girl?"

"You drove my daughter away from me!" The man walked towards Barty, who picked up his glass and downed the rest of the alcohol before turning until he was chest to chest with the man. "She could've had a great life. A great job with a great salary and a great husband with a son and a daughter. You took that from her?"

"You drove her away from you yourself!" Barty stumbled more, but poked a finger onto the man's chest anyway, eyeing his own wand on the table just metres away. "It was her dream to travel the world and that's exactly what I...what I let her do, what I encouraged her to do. She was fucking happy, fuckin' joyful. With me. With my child inside of her. But of course you and your fucking ministry can't leave a man alone for two seconds-"

"You see, she was coming home from India, 5 months pregnant with my baby- and she- and she, she was on the same boat as another Death Eater. I didn't even know the guy that well. You ministry Aurors showed up, and she was caught in the crossfire. She died. My baby died. My whole life was ripped away from me because of YOU. YOU AND YOUR FUCKING- YOU'RE FUCKING..."

"Spit it out, son." The ministry worker said, stepping back from the boy as Barty reached into his pocket and yanked out her goodbye letter, crumpling it again in his hand before he looked back at the man, quivering with rage.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE. GO." He shoved his hands out, hitting the man away from him, but the elder one didn't even budge as Barty's weak drunken form pushed and pushed at the body. "GET OUT. SHE WOULDN'T WANT YOU HERE. LEAVE. Fuckin-"

Bartemius reached his hand out, bending down in his pause from slapping his late wife's father to walk over to the coffee table where his wand sat. He picked up his wand, pointing it at the man in front of him who now did stumble backwards at the sight of the crazed man threatening him with his wand. Although it seemed as though Barty couldn't get a clear shot.

"Avada Kedavra." A blinding flash of light and a thud reverberated around the room as Barty was left alone, stumbling again though he didn't bother to pour himself another drink, he just grabbed the bottle and let it slide down his throat. "Fuckin' bitch, freakin' fucker...

Part 1

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

summary: after a drunken mistake of trying to kiss her friend in the late hours of the night, Y/N L/N wakes up to a feeling of embarrassment and self-hatred. she couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes, but Daryl is determined to fix his mistake.

warning: swearing

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Y/N L/N was sat in her own pity. Heart heavy with regret and a headache making it all the more difficult for her to get her mind off of the incident. She remembered everything and she wished to God that she couldn’t because maybe that would’ve saved her from the pounding migraine she now had. No one had knocked on the door to get her for her duties so she supposed that they had all heard of what happened and decided to leave her at rest.

That just made everything worse. Y/N would’ve worked if she had been asked, though she would’ve whined and complained, the work still would be done by the end of the day. But now she was just stuck by herself, stuck in her own house alone and debating whether to go out and kill loads of Walkers to kill time. But Deanne would throw her in the cells before she could explain why she had done it.

Despite the need, Y/N just sat at her kitchen counter stool, a cup of orange juice clutched in her hand and a bowl of cereal sat before her. Untouched and soggy, but she had drained half of her juice from the glass already in an insufferable thirst when she had first stumbled into the kitchen with her duvet around her shoulders and her hair messy atop her head. 

Now she had the quilt over her legs, weighing her down and she had tamed her locks as much as possible but would hate to look in a mirror at the nest that it looked like. She never wanted to face Daryl again and the notion of it pained her almost as much as her headache did, her headache that she was massaging gently with her fingers, breathing air in an out slowly and trying not to throw up everywhere. 

There was a knocking at her door and Y/N sighed, dropping her head and her arms so her hands smacked against her kitchen counter and her head simply lowered slightly. More knocking, continued knocking, this was one of the teenagers. She hoped it wasn’t Enid, Carl had said that the girl seemed cold towards him and even worse, she was dating Ron, the teenager Y/N had ‘bullied’.

“Y/n? Are you home?” 

Luckily, it was Carl and Y/N just yelled out a quick sound that could’ve been perceived as anything. The boy walked in, the lock of the door clicking out of place. She should really lock her doors but after last night, she wasn’t in the thinking state. Carl sauntered in wearing his usual flannel and cowboy hat, taking a seat beside her at the counter.

“What do you need, Cuddles?” She mumbled, picking her head up and resorting to massaging her temples once more. Carl’s scowl was burning into the side of her head but she couldn’t bring herself to smirk or smile at his reaction.

“Don’t call me that.” He whined slightly, turning away as Y/N finally brought herself to look at him. No sadness was visible, or anger, or embarrassment so she was quite confused on why the hell he had arrived. 

“But that’s your name.” She brought one hand away from her head to go to poke at his cheek, but her movements were slow and he just shrugged her off with a small laugh. “What happened to you calling me Auntie Y/N?” 

“I was seven!” He protested, thinking back to when his younger self grew to know Y/N as Auntie Y/N after her brief relationship with Shane Walsh and care that she had for the young boy. “And you were dating the man who was basically my uncle.”

“We don’t need to talk about my relationship with Shane.” Y/N widened her eyes and the movement of the muscles hurt her head, but she slowly shook her head anyway, holding a hand up to the boy grinning at her. “We don’t need to talk about my love life in general. Period,”

“Not even about Daryl?” Carl asked and Y/n smirked the tiniest bit but it was void of any humour, she knew that that was why Carl had come into her house. Now that Shane had gone, Daryl was practically his new uncle and he had been rooting for him and Y/N since the beginning.

“If you’re wanna talk about Daryl, go find your daddy, they’re practically in love with each other.” She mumbled, getting up from the stool and cleaning up the breakfast plates and dishes that she had collected in front of her. “But don’t bother me with it because I’m embarrassed, hungover and can probably never show myself to Daryl again.”

“He-”

“Carl, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“But Daryl-”

“Out.” Y/N pointed towards the door, but Carl started to get out of his seat and talk over her about Daryl this and Daryl that but she simply walked over to the smaller boy and began pushing him towards the door. “Carl, I love you, you’re like a son to me and I will protect you with my life but right now I am getting very overwhelmed so I love you, goodbye.”

“But-”

The door shut in his face, Y/N would have felt bad but knew that Carl didn’t really get affected by the tough love he received from the woman. Both had been through very tough times, especially Carl and when his mother died, Y/N simply sat beside him in one of the prison cells and he completely crumpled. When the prison was attacked and they were away from each other for days, when they reunited they both shed a tear.

Carl was going to make it out of this apocalypse and Y/N was going to make sure of it, even if everybody else around her was dead, injured or trying to stop them, Carl would prosper. He was a smart young man and she was a fierce woman, ready to help him through everything. So she would know if he was truly hurt. 

His incessant knocking on her door even after she had shut it on him proved that he was persistent. Three knocks in a row that Y/N didn’t reply to, and then another three followed by more and more until her patience overtook her pettiness and she marched over to the door again. 

“For fucks sake, Carl.” Y/N marched over to the door, pulling it and swinging it open. She had prepared herself for the sudden brightness of the outside but what she had not prepared herself for was who was on the other side of the door. “Oh.”

“Hey.” Daryl said in his deep, gravelly, sexy low voice. As well as sending the same fire through her veins like he always did, his presence also made her cheeks burn a bright red as she remembered the events of last night. How he rejected her kiss, his hands on his hips. Big and strong.

He looked so good stood on her doorstep, his usual sleeveless jacket over his glistening muscly arms and a loose shirt hanging over his chest and the waistband of his jeans. The jeans that fit him so well, made him look so so good that it pained Y/N at the sight of something she wanted but couldn’t have. She could’ve cried at the thought but just settled on slamming the door shut again. Blocked out of her day. 

Y/N sighed as she walked away from the door, running a hand through her hair and returning to massaging the skin of her forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

Her door swung open once more, the breeze tumbling into her entryway and she turned around abruptly, furrowing her eyebrows at whoever had stormed into her house. It was Daryl and he was walking with purpose straight towards her, looking serious and determined, so determined that it made her freeze in place, simply staring at the large man approaching her. 

His hand hooked around her waist, pulling her closely in and Y/N barely had time to let a curse fall out of her lips before they were occupied with kissing Daryl’s. She was looking up and he was looking down, moving his mouth with a fervour that made Y/N grip onto his bare biceps, groaning in delight of the feel of him under her fingers.

Daryl walked towards her, backtracking her until she was pressed against a wall. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, bodies colliding as they became overcome with a new thirst for each other. She tried to remember that her door was wide open and Carl was probably still lurking around somewhere but she still continued running her hands over the man in front of her.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to talk about Daryl.” Carl said cheekily and the adults broke away from each other, Daryl continued looking at her but Y/N looked behind his arm to see the boy stood in the doorway. 

“Get lost, Cuddles.” She scowled and Carl grinned like a little shit, pulling the door shut and then turning to walk away. Y/N blushed and looked back at the man who had a very stern hold of her. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He replied, raising his eyebrows at the woman below him who ducked her head shyly. His fingers touched to her chin and raised it up to look at him, ignoring the widened eyes. “I would kiss ya anytime. Just not when you’re drunk.”

“Well...” Y/N huffed, avoiding his eyes as she looked around awkwardly. She felt small and shrinking under his graze until she cleared her throat and looked back up at him confidently. “Kiss me then.”

I Will Not Kiss You - Daryl Dixon

part 2

Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

summary: after years of mutual pining and a bit too much to drink, Y/N confesses her feelings to daryl dixon amidst a drunken conversation. he refuses to take advantage of her in such a state but in doing so puts a crack in her heart.

word count: 2,323

warning: alcohol consumption, swearing

i got this idea from when i heard the ‘cancer x as the world caves in’ and thought that the sadness of it and the ‘i will not kiss you’ creates a perfect setting for a broken-hearted imagine of refusal

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“Maybe you should slow down on the drinks, Y/N.” 

Rick Grimes, ever the voice of reason, approached his long time friend on where she sat on the stairs of one of the many Alexandrian homes in the village. It was one of their first days where and the girl on the stairs had already gotten bored, there was a party thrown for her arrival and she planned to take advantage of every drink she could find.

And she did. It was obvious enough. If Rick had come to check on her then she was sure the news had gotten around of her state, she loved Rick like a brother but he knew she could handle herself. But he had no idea what she was like drunk so when it had gotten back to him that she had tried to initiate a fight with a teenager he had set out to find her.

“And what if I don’t, old man?” She slurred, tipping back another whiskey and Rick groaned as he sat beside her on the steps. He looked at her amusedly and raised his eyebrows.

“You know we’re basically the same age, right?” He laughed and she shrugged, going to drink out of her plastic cup that she had the whiskey in before realising that there was no more in it.

Y/N crushed the plastic in her hand and threw it behind her, it landed on one stair and then bounced back down to the one right behind her. Rick laughed again and looked at her, her dishevelled hair and he revelled at how clean she looked. How clean all of them looked, but for one night her hair wasn’t tied back.

“I deserve this.” She whispered and leaned in close to him. “It’s been years since I’ve had a drink, water isn’t enough.”

“Getting drunk and threatening a teenager is not good drunken behaviour.” Rick said and Y/N waved her hand, dismissing him before leaning back against the wall and hitting her head. 

i just published it and you can find it here

it's been a hot minute but yes of course!

You can read part one here !

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“Look, that’s the Big Dipper, that’s Orion’s Belt and...that is the constellation of Pegasus, see it’s like a square and then three lines coming off of it. Someone thought it outlined a bit of a Pegasus...like a flying horse.”

“It’s beautiful.” Y/N whispered as she stared up at the blanket of navy blue that coveted the sky that night and the beautiful dots of white within it, she was lay back against a blanket which she could feel the grass from underneath prickling at. “I quite like looking at stars.”

“A lot of people are named after stars, aren’t they?” Peter shifted on the blanket, his elbow brushing against the girl beside him which made the both of them smile up to the sky they were staring at. “Sirius, his brother Regulus, Astrid Baker, Cassiopeia Pritchett, Danica Glore, Estelle Cook-”

“You know a lot of people.” She laughed, turning her head to look at the side of his face. It was dark out but the stars and the light from the crescent moon shed light all over his skin and lit up his eyes.

Peter had been smiling quite widely but it slowly lessened after Y/N’s sentence, it’s true he did know a lot of people. But not many people knew him. For a lot of his life he was just James Potter’s friend or one of the boys, a quiet prankster, a mousey boy with little to no personality. He only knew all these names because he actually payed attention to people unlike others who only knew him as the ‘blonde marauder’.

“Peter?” Y/N turned on her side and then propped herself up on her arm, looking down at the boy beside her who glanced at her with wide eyes after being snapped out of whatever stupor he had been in. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing.” He smiled softly, shaking his head as he looked at her. Y/N was practically the only girl who had ever noticed him, really really noticed him. She laughed at his jokes, she asked him about himself.

Peter looked down at her hand that lay on the blanket, it was still manicured and she was wearing that same pearl bracelet that matched the pink ribbon tied around his own wrist. He thought his favourite thing about her next to her smile was her hands, they were so beautiful and looked so soft. And he always wanted to build up the courage to hold it but he never had. 

He was no idiot, there was definitely something more than friendship between them and he knew that. But he could never make any moves, he always chickened out. Yes he wore her ribbon around her wrist but he really wasn’t sure what that meant; when she gave it to him, they had just finished talking by the fireplace. Everyone else had gone up, it was just them.

She had been playing with the ribbon for about ten minutes before she smiled and tied it around his wrist, successfully capturing his breath before she announced that she was going to bed and that she would see him in the morning. Then she had looked at him for a moment before smiling and saying goodbye.

He felt like grabbing her hand and asking her to stay but refrained from being creepy, he just stood with her and watched as she went up the stairs to the girls dormitories and he went to the boys. And then got confronted. He had to say that Sirius had really gotten on his nerves, acting like Peter had to have some sort of trick to have a pretty girl interested in him. 

The boy still went on about it even weeks afterward, just before Peter had left with the blanket and announced that he was taking a late night rendezvous, Sirius had asked him to talk him up since Peter and Y/N weren’t official. James smirked a little and Remus glared at the boy but Peter just left with no other word to see his angel at the bottom of the stairs.

His angel who made the first move. 

I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!

sirius black x fem!reader

summary: as it says in the request x

warnings: swearing, sex references

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Sirius Black woke up with a terrible headache.

Like something was attacking his brain and his skull over and over again, punching and punching and punching at his body with no reprieve ever arriving to save him from this abuse. It was a war inside his brain, thoughts trying to fight off the pain but nothing worked; thinking only made it feel worse. The only thing he could think of to do is acknowledge the morning light behind his eyelids.

He was lying on something soft, that much was obvious. The bottom of his hair was tickling his neck but he couldn't muster up the energy to do something whilst he buried his head further into his pillow with a small groan. The small adjustment made his eyes snap open against his will, a weight was on his chest and that weight was revealed to be something Sirius scolded himself for.

A woman. A woman lying on his chest, no shirt or bra strap over her shoulders in sight. She was fast asleep, and Sirius closed his eyes in exasperation. His swear off of one night stands didn't seem to be working out very well. They were collapsed on a sofa instead of a bed, a very comfortable sofa if Sirius did say so himself which proves that it was not his own.

He must be at this woman's house.

His eyes sought out her face, but it was no use. The features were shrouded and hidden by her hair, not to mention the fact that her head was turned away from him and facing the coffee table instead that sat low beside the sofa. Papers sat on them, looking official and fancy but he thought nothing of it again and just brought his hand up to wipe at his face tiredly.

Except it wasn't as smooth as he'd hoped as something very hard hit him on his nose when he tried to run his hand down his face. A small grunt of surprise escaped his lips and he hurriedly looked down to the woman laying on him, checking he hadn't woken her up with his noise of pain.

His vision was slightly blurry due to it being the first five minutes of waking up, but he brought his left hand away from his face and looked at it confusedly. There was something glinting on his ring finger, something round, golden, secured over his finger and thick with gold.

A ring.

Panic set in. How long had he been asleep for? Wait, no, that wouldn't work, he'd have to be conscious to get married. How long had he been drunk for? Maybe he looked fifty years older, maybe he had a beard now, maybe there were kids tucked in bed in a different room. More panic. More thoughts. More of a headache.

The woman shifted, moved above him and he felt her chest press against his in a way that shouldn't have made him freeze up. He slowly put his head back down to the pillow to pretend to be asleep but he found himself already staring at a pair of eyes before he could go back down. And the horror.

"Sirius Black?" The woman exclaimed, attempting to sit up as best she could in shock before she accidentally toppled off of him and onto the floor between the sofa and the coffee table.

Sirius jerked up, trying to grab her by the body to keep her from falling but inevitably failed and let her flop down to the carpet. She was naked and looking down he realised so was he. He had never grabbed a pillow quicker as he covered his private parts and the woman rushed to steal a blanket off of the armchair to cover herself as well in shock.

The woman scurried to the other side of the room with a gasp and Sirius' eyes followed her, he hadn't seen this woman for a full two years and now he was lay naked in her apartment with a wedding ring on his finger and now when he looked at the coffee table again, wedding certificates.

"Did we have sex?" She gasped horrifically, raising a hand to her mouth and keeping her other at her body whilst clutching the blanket close to her, careful not to reveal anything.

Sirius smirked, she was exactly the same. He remembered her face from school, from Hogwarts. She worked hard for everything, always chased her goal but never made prefect or Head Girl which we strived so hard towards.

When Lily Evans was appointed both prefect for Gryffindor and Head Girl, Sirius recalled watching this woman, once a young girl, ripping up her Hogwarts letter at the breakfast table when she realised that if she hadn't gotten it in her letter then she wasn't it at all.

"I think we did a lot more than sex, L/N." Sirius awkwardly coughed and raised his left hand to her, wagging his fingers and watching sort of amusedly as her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in horror.

She looked at her own left hand, the one she had raised to her mouth and almost screamed at the sight of a ring on her finger too. His own panic fizzled into slight amusement at hers as he leant back against the sofa he was sat on and watched her pace in circles with the blanket still clutched tight to her.

“What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the hell? What the fuck? What the actual FUCK?” She raised one hand to her head like she was having a migraine and Sirius raised his eyebrows as some of the blanket dropped but she immediately scrambled to hike it back up her body. “You are a very dead man, Sirius Black.”

“Me?” He exclaimed, mouth falling agape and the woman groaned loudly before she picked up a pillow from a chair and threw it at him harshly. Sirius caught it and threw it back at her, making her jump back a couple of feet as though he had tried to unclothe her…again.

“Yes you! You meet a girl, get her drunk, get her clothes off, hey why not get married while you’re at it. Start a whole new life.” She raves and Sirius furrows his eyebrows at her, confused: why was this all his fault? “You’re Sirius Black, the lady charm you had in Hogwarts was no doubt tried on me.”

She sounded bitter. And although Sirius was a bit hurt by her words and her blame, he couldn’t help but let his eyes drift towards the papers on the coffee table and let his mouth perk up into a small smirk at the names scribbled onto the marriage certificates.

Taking a deep breath in, he faced the woman and grinned. “Actually, it’s not Sirius Black anymore, I am legally a L/N.”

His teeth were on show and the woman looked like she could’ve punched them in as he picked up a certificate and held it out to her. Not caring that she was half-naked and could be exposed at any minute, the woman launched towards him in anger trying to get the certificate out of his hand.

PT 2

barty crouch jr x fem!reader

summary: as it says in the request!

warnings: swearing, daddy issues

this did happen to float my boat :)

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"Dad, I don't want to work in the ministry."

"It is a family tradition, Bartimus." Barty Crouch Senior was tearing into his son, the two of them stood secluded in part of the Hogwarts hallways. It was a silent atmosphere, a tense one, especially since the younger of the two was right outside a full classroom filled with his peers.

"Well, I don't want to be a part of the family tradition." The boy seethed at his father, trying to keep the volume low as he never knew who might be eavesdropping on the other side of the door. "I can't believe you felt the need to pull me out of class for this."

"Ministry interviews are this weekend, my son, you need to be prepared." The older man poked his sons chest so hard that the boy recoiled slightly, not meeting his fathers eye and instead casting a glance down the abandoned corridor whilst his tongue poked out quickly to lick his lips; a nervous habit. "Stop doing that, boy."

"I can't help it-"

"Speak up!"

"I can't help it." Barty Jr said louder through gritted teeth, looking up at his father who stared at him almost threateningly. "And I don't want to do an interview for the ministry-"

"I do not care what you want, Bartimus!" The father raised his voice until it was echoing through the hallways and Barty Jr was nervously looking around in case anyone was hearing it. "As the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I am sticking my neck out for you to get this job and join this fight against You-Know-Who and his supporters. A father and son team is exactly what the people will like to see. Love, trust-"

"You haven't trusted me a day in your life." Barty spat venomously and his father immediately grabbed him by his robes, pulling him close and getting right up in his face. The boy fought not to lick his lips and instead angrily stared at the man in front of him. "I-"

"I will not hear anymore of this nonsense, Bartimus." The man let him go and Barty stumbled back until he was pressed against the wall and his tongue wiped his mouth repeatedly until he forced himself to stop. "I will retrieve you on Saturday morning, you will look your smartest and the ministry will have no choice but to hire you. Good day."

He swept away, leaving his son in the dust with his black cloaks billowing behind him. Followed by his proteges. Barty took a deep breath and leant his head back against the wall as his chest heaved with heavy breaths, his lips were wettened by his tongue, and he felt his mind scrambling dangerously.

Bartimus Crouch Senior was not someone he wanted to follow in the footsteps of. He resented the man, wanted to be the exact opposite.

There was no way Barty would be going back into his classroom after the way his father had yelled at him, right by the room and right by the ears of his classmates who were sure to ridicule him more than they already do about his habits. His friends were in there, bad hobbies for bad people. People he didn't get along with were in there, people who's parents worked in the ministry too and they weren't suffering the same kind of pressure as he was.

The people he picked on. One of them was a girl. She might've been kind, she might've been mean. Barty didn't know, all he knew was that he had seen her laughing and smiling with what he assumed was her father in the ministry one day. Getting along. He had looked at them and only saw what he wished he and his father would be like.

And so he crafted his own personal vengeance. She had a better life than him so he wanted to make hers worse, her essays went mysteriously missing. Her shoelaces mysteriously tied together at the end of classes with their strict Defence teacher. Juvenile pranks, but one that made red hues burn her cheeks.

It only got worse when he turned a corner one day, paused at the sight of her crying and then hid behind a statue when more girls that she had been hanging around with came to her side and comforted her. A bond that Barty would never have. He never cried and when he did he'd hide it away because all his friend would do is give him odd looks.

This girl had the parents, the friends, the life. So he upped his game. Barty spread rumours, he called her names, he ridiculed her in front of everyone. Teased her until her head was ducked down and she said nothing, teased until she was seeking the help of her prefects. Barty had points taken off of him, but that made her a snitch and so he carried on.

From fifth-year to seventh-year, all he had done was make her life hell. And she sat in that classroom, perched the closest to the door (he had all her seats memorised) so she could easily hear and spread around that Barty Crouch Jr wasn't the asshole he pretended he was.

At this knowledge, he ran. People would believe her, after all he had been making a dig at the girl when his father had come in the room and demanded his son to be excused. Flitwick had no choice, but hurriedly dismissed Barty who smirked at the girl as he left, to intimidate her.

He supposed she would be smirking now. That's why he ran, tears stinging with tears which they didn't often do. But his life felt as though it was falling apart when he crashed open one of the doors to an empty broom closet and sat himself on an upside down, bucket. He grabbed at his hair, tried to calm his breathing, gave choked sobs but tried to be silent.

"Bartimus?"

It was her voice, the girl. She had come to tease him. Privately. What an experience that would be for her, laying into her bully whilst he sat a dishevelled mess before her, tears tracking his face and hair all disfigured. He scoffed at her voice, this was the last thing he needed.

"Fuck off, L/N." He said it, but there was a catch in his breath. A tell. He quietly cursed, she knew he had been crying. She would tell everyone, maybe she had a camera in her hand and would snap a picture of it to put all around school.

The door to the broom closet clicked open and he covered his face with his hands so whatever camera she had couldn't catch his face. He stayed like that until he felt the flash on the face...the flash that never came. He listened out for the click of the camera but there was none.

Just another click of the door, shutting out the light that had filtered in from the corridor outside. She hadn't left, he could feel her presence before him and he felt the air waft as she supposedly knelt down to be eye level with him. He turned away from her.

"I-"

"I said fuck off." He snapped, taking his hands away from his face and looking at her. There was no camera in sight, no smirk on her face, nothing except her eyes glinting in the dark and a taken aback expression that he examined for a moment before turning away again.

"I-I just came to see if you were okay." She stuttered quietly. He saw her shoulders slump from the corner of his eyes, almost as if she was disappointed. Her eyes tried to search his face but it was turned away.

"Why?" He asked quickly and suspiciously, harshly wiping the tears from his cheeks and then rubbing his wet eyes. The stains of the tears wouldn't leave but he hoped they couldn't be seen in the dim lighting of the singular candle in the closet they were in.

"Because, well- I mean, I heard what happened. Then I heard you running and you know, I- I know the, uh...the feeling." She stammered over her words and Barty wondered why she was stammering, why the hell she was nervous.

And then it struck him. She was nervous because she was in a tiny broom closet with a boy that had made her life the embodiment of hell for the last two to three years. He had already snapped at her but she stayed with him, she was nervous about what she was doing and she was looking down at the floor whilst she spoke.

Barty watched her, turned his head the slightest bit as she tried to reason with how she didn't completely understand because everyone had different experiences and obviously not every person feels the same things. He squinted his eyes at her, why the hell was she being so nice?

And then he watched as she paused in her speaking and nervously, her tongue came out to lick at her lips because she was nervous. He sat up slightly straighter and just continued to stare at her whilst she talked.

"Why are you being nice to me?" He cut across her, and she finally looked up to meet his eyes. Hers were a beautiful shade and Barty stared at the specks of colour inside them, he could've continued but his mouth forced something else out of them too. "You should hate me."

"You're right." She took a deep breath and nodded, choosing her words with him carefully. "I should. But I don't. Not anymore."

"I don't need your pity, L/N." He laughed humourlessly but she just shook her head and told him it wasn't pity. She looked down again, licked her lips and Barty watched her, she had all of his attention and this time it wasn't because he had pulled her chair out from underneath her.

"It's not pity, Bartimus. It's understanding." She told him and hesitantly lifted one of her hands to his knee, he was tempted to yank his knee away but only froze under her comforting touch. 

“Why would you understand me?” He mumbled bitterly, she had the perfect life. A loving father, a caring group of friends, good grades, amazing Quidditch skills. A good life path carved out for her from the moment she opened her eyes. “We are nothing alike.”

“I think we’re more alike then you imagine, Barty.” She was trying it out, said his shortened name with such hesitance that it almost made him smile. It didn’t. But it almost did. Her hand came off her knee and she pulled a second bucket over to them, sitting on it so they were at the same level.

He felt an odd kind of warmth. But also a stronger sense of envy, of course she was an incredibly kind person. Of course this contrasting figure in his life, the bane of his existence, was someone that opened their heart up to anyone. And forgave. She seemed to be the embodiment of sunshine that attempted to light up his night sky. Barty was determined to keep it dark, but her eyes were very tempting to stay looking into.

“My name is Y/N L/N, I’m a pure-blood just like you. My dad works in the ministry just like yours.” She started off, gesturing to him. He never realised how much better her name sounded when it was said sincerely by herself rather than spat out like venom by him. “We both go to Hogwarts, we take the same classes. We both have eyes, noses, mouths. We both have big foreheads-”

He actually did smile at that one, just a little one.

“We can both talk. And we both have hearts.” She said to him. “Hearts that can be broken, shattered, stomped on and crushed. Hearts that can ache, flutter, turn cold but also be gold. Hearts that pump the right amount of blood to our bodies and to our lungs to help us to breathe. Hearts that weigh with guilt when we don’t live up to parental expectations.”

“What would you know about parental expectations?”

“You think I want to work behind a desk all my life?” She laughed slightly and Barty furrowed his eyebrows at her, she had seemed so happy and delighted in the Ministry that day with her father. “God, no. Not at all. I want to travel the world, I want to fight for a good cause, I want to make a difference, go off on adventures, save lives, fix the world. I want to find all the wonders of the world and experience them first-hand, not out of some crappy textbook or ministry folders.”

He looked at her, saw how much her eyes sparkled and lit up at the mere thought of escaping the country. Escaping these walls. The thought of having a free life away from her fathers work, away from all the laws that the ministry put in place for the stupidest reasons. He had seen her in Care of Magical Creatures, so articulate in her tasks that he almost didn’t want to disturb her peace in that class.

She longed for freedom. And so did he. 

“My mother works in the ministry too, a busier department and all they do when they come home is eat dinner and go and do work. Work, work, work. They barely ever talk and especially not to me, it’s probably the reason their marriage has lasted this long. I get little attention, little love.” She wasn’t even trying to appeal to him anymore, just looking down at the floor once more and Barty felt his cold, dead, stone heart swell just the tiniest bit for Y/N L/N.

“I pushed all of my friends away all of my life.” She whispered, quietly. “I want to go against my parents. Be everything they’re not. They are not people I want to follow in the footsteps of. I resent them, I want to be the exact opposite.”

“But you looked so happy.” He said and she looked back up at him, eyebrows pinching together in confusion whilst she stared at him and he shook his head at the girl. “The day I saw you, you were smiling with your father. You were happy.”

“He said to me that if I managed to get all of my O.W.Ls then I could do anything I wanted in life.” Y/N muttered and Barty frowned slightly, he practically hated her for nothing and yet he couldn’t bring himself to apologise. “Of course at that point he thought what I wanted was to sign my names on stupid documents and sentence people to Azkaban. When he figured out that wasn’t in fact what I wanted to do he uh…he ripped my copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them right in front of me.”

Barty opened his mouth slightly, maybe to apologise, show how sorry he felt for her. But he didn’t quite know what to say, this girl he had bullied for years hadn’t just been bullied by himself but by her own father. Just like he had. She had been right, they’re more alike then he liked to imagine.

“It was a copy signed by Newt Scamander himself. Irreplaceable.” She whispered, feeling the anguish all over again whilst she watch page after page being torn from the spine and ripped to pieces. “I snuck out of the house to meet him, he’s never been one for the fame but Dumbledore said he’d be happy to sign a book for me. Meeting him was the greatest experience of my life, he’s awkward but so am I.”

“Your dads a piece of shit.” Barty said, sniffing slightly as he became alight with the revelation that she had managed to calm him down. “Who does that?”

“My dad, I guess.” She sighed disappointedly and just looked at him again, reaching out to put her hand on his knee again. He didn’t freeze under her touch this time, just let it happen whilst she gave him a soft smile and made his heart flutter like she had said all hearts too.

She was melting his frozen heart. He didn’t quite know how to feel.

“You’re right, Y/N.” He mumbled and her eyes widened, that’s the first time he had ever uttered her first name. “We’re really alike. I didn’t wanna admit it or think of it but you’ve proved your point.”

“Well if you think about it we’re still kind of different. I didn’t bully you for two years.” She joked, grinning at him and Barty shook his head. He smiled, the widest one yet and run a hand through his hair. “Kidding, kidding.”

“So you’re gonna be a magizoologist?” He asked her; he had his career meeting with his head of house the other day and once again they just talked about the ministry. Ministry this, ministry that.

“Bartimus Crouch, I am going to be something you have never even heard of.” She laughed and he felt like if he could bottle it up forever, he would. Then he became slightly uncomfortable with himself, he shouldn’t be feeling this way about the girl he had been so selfishly horrible to.

“Oh Y/N,” He sighed and her laughs died down. His eyes pierced into hers and he grinned, a devilish one that forced her lips up too. “You’re gonna change the world.”

peter pettigrew x fem!french!reader’

summary: as it says in the request!

word count: 4471

warning: some swearing

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"Boys, boys, boys, boys..." The words of Sirius Black disrupted the peace at the lunch table that came very rarely for the Gryffindors. It was a special thing that they were not often granted with Sirius Black and his friends roaming around so it was only expected that Sirius would be the one to break it in all his blissful chaos. “Boys.”

“What?” James Potter asked through a mouthful of sandwich that he was eating, Remus Lupin scrunching his nose up at the boy across him as he sipped on the juice in his goblet. Peter Pettigrew sat beside him, peering at the approaching boy with curious eyes. 

Sirius arrived at the table and straight away slid in next to James, bumping their shoulders but the other boy did not seem to mind, instead just continued eating his sandwich, licking his lips of the crumbs. Peter reached out to stop his goblet from falling over whilst the crockery shook from Sirius’ harsh entrance and Remus simply rolled his eyes at the dramatics.

The new arrival leaned in conspiratorially and instinctively, the other three leaned in too. Remus, who had previously been exasperated of the boys’ actions, now had peaked interest in the huddle since usually this meant a prank was being planned. Peter became excited, he loved the pranks they pulled, he was clumsy enough to cause destruction, so the pranks were his specialty.

“There is a new girl around these parts.” Sirius whispered dramatically and watched as all his friends’ eyes widened, and he nodded slowly in understanding before drawing them back in when they began to look around. “That’s not the best part. She’s in Gryffindor and get this...she’s French.”

Peter slumped back into his seat with his eyes blown wide in disbelief and his mouth fallen agape whilst Remus raised his eyebrows at his friend and James just rose out of his seat slightly and began looking around again until Remus reached across the table and pulled him back down by his jumper.

“She talks like zis.” Sirius said in a heavily butchered French accent, so horribly deformed that the three others cringed at his attempts and counted themselves lucky when he stopped. “And it is the most heavenly sound you will ever hear, I heard her talking to Lily about ze boy with ze greasy hair and I swore my mind just like imploded.”

“You’re gonna have to stop talking like that, or you’re gonna offend someone very quickly.” Remus warned the boy and he shrugged it off, looking around less obviously than James but still looking around. Peter just shrugged and went back to his lunch; he was expecting a prank.

Feel free to ignore, have a great day <3

(platonic) marauders x fem!reader, slight!sirius black x reader (romantic)

summary: as it says in the request!

word count: 3228

warnings: i think this is the first one i've written with no swearing...maybe.

very sorry if this isn't what you were expecting but i hope you enjoy nonetheless

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"I brought cookies!"

"COOKIES!" Sirius Black's yell echoed throughout the whole Great Hall, startling lots of other seventh-years who were too tired from studying all last night to be dealing with any of his nonsense today. A couple of them shushed him, narrowing their eyes at the walking mess of fluffy black hair. Sirius just shushed them back, narrowing his own eyes at the combination of yellow, red, green and blue ties he saw before him.

"Be quiet, padfoot." Remus Lupin scolded, eyes scanning pages of his Potions book top to bottom as he got in a bit more early morning revision before their Potions N.E.W.T in the afternoon; his cereal sat forgotten, soggy and unappealing.

"But Y/N brought cookies!" He resorted to whispering now that Remus had been the one to scold him instead of his other classmates he didn't really care about. Remus glanced up from his book and couldn't help but smile at the grinning Slytherin marching her way towards them with a plate covered in a tea towel.

In comparison to the other students in the hall, Y/N looked as though she'd been sleeping for a hundred years and had woken up fresh and relieved to finally have consciousness. There were no drooping eyes in her features, no messy hair on her head and no dishevelled uniform as though she had put it on carefully unlike the rest of the Hogwarts population who just shoved it on themselves with no care.

Her bag was slung over her shoulder, looking light enough for her to walk with her usual bounce in her steps. A cookbook was peeking out at the top and behind that, a Potions one for their exam later. Remus began to get a little more excited now as she got closer, the tray in her hands ever so delightful at the thought of her cookies underneath there.

"Hi!" She greeted in a whisper, wary of Peter Pettigrew snoozing beside Remus, and placed the tray on the table before slipping in to sit beside Sirius . "I made cookies as a good luck for the exams."

And before she had even finished her sentence, Sirius had ripped the tea towel off of the tray and grabbed a cookie for himself, biting into it and groaning in delight. Remus took one but without the dramatics of Sirius and felt the chocolate chips melt deliciously in his mouth.

"You are a godsend, woman." Sirius devoured his cookie in a second, wiping his hands free of the crumbs and taking a drink from the goblet in front of him before he obnoxiously wrapped his arms around Y/N and pulled her in to kiss her cheek. "Little Hufflepuff."

"I'm not a Hufflepuff!" She protested, scowling whilst she pointed to her Slytherin tie, the green and silver in stark contrast to the red and gold of their ties. "I'm an ambitious, resourceful, determined, clever girl who is a snake, not a badger. Although I'm not as mean and horrible as other Slytherins doesn't mean I'm not one."

Sirius gave in, shrugging before taking another cookie and kissing her cheek once more before he bit into it. Y/N slouched slightly in her seat, yes she was a Slytherin and she hated the house prejudice, but people were starting to identify Slytherin with Voldemort, the darkest wizard of their time, or even the Death Eaters. Her family had so far escaped capture but she didn't know how long it would be until the Death Eaters found the 'bloodtraitors'.

There were dark times in the wizarding world, times that Y/N did her best to ignore when she was at school but outside of Hogwarts was practically a war zone and very little people were safe. Every step you took and every word you said you had to think over, will this get you killed? Most of the time, the answer was yes but Y/N was determined to make sure most people were happy at these times in their lives because otherwise the whole word would go to ruin.

And Voldemort would get satisfaction.

I WAS WONDERING IF ANYONE WOULD NOTICE!!! I HAVE BEEN ON A EUPHORIA KICK LATELY AND INCLUDE IT INTO EVERYTHING

The Marauders try and befriend a very stoic pure blood Gryffindor with little luck. They just kinda force her to hangout with them and such. But after getting some shocking news from her parents, she breaks down about it in front of them after being dragged to the astronomy tower to hangout. <3

the marauders x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: as it says in the request!

word count: 2318

warning: swearing!

love this request! if you're looking for maybe more like this I have a fic over on wattpad called 'Better' that's like this but with a Slytherin oc so this is just a shameless bit of self promo lol; my wattpad user is the same as my tumblr one 'partlystiles'

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"Hey, L/N."

"Get the fuck away from me."

It was a daily routine. An annoying little nuisance she couldn't get rid of and one that she wished had never even started to begin with. All Y/N wanted to do was walk around the school peacefully, books in her bag and bag on her shoulder ready to learn everything there is to learn, get great scores on her O.W.Ls and finally give her family something to not berate her about. But she had four reasons why her concentration often halted.

Reason number 1 was Peter Pettigrew, a small mousy boy with blonde hair and chubby cheeks that she was sure elderly people found adorable. Reason number 2 was Remus Lupin, a tall lanky boy with scars stretching across his face and a passion for literature (muggle books that Y/N wouldn't be caught dead reading). Reason number 3 was James Potter, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and although cliché, the most popular boy in school who was hopelessly in love with a redhead who wanted nothing to do with him.

Reason number 4 and the most infuriating reason of them all, was Sirius Black. A pure-blood, like her and James Potter, but one from an incredibly strict family. A boy who radiated arrogance and confidence on a scale like no other, obsessed with his appearance and making girls swoon at his feet despite his parents' disappointment and aggression. In simpler terms, he was a rebel and Y/N hated him because she was not.

He made it seem so simple. His swagger, his looks, his intelligence and his inability to take anything seriously. People envied him, admired him and even loved him...Y/N seemed to be the only person who saw what a piece of trash he was beneath all that. And also the only person to recognise how utterly stupid the rest of his friends are.

And every day of her life she wishes she had hidden it more, she wouldn't go as far as to say she wishes she didn't hate him because she liked hating him and having something to project all her anger on to. No, what she wished was that Sirius Black never found out she hated him as every since he had, he had been determined to make her more willing to have him around.

Y/N despised it deeply. They treated her like some sort of charity case and after fourth year, she had given up trying to get them away from her and just let them trail after her like lost puppies. But that did not mean she tolerated them in any way shape or form...so maybe she did find Peter Pettigrew the most slightest bit friendly and likeable, but that did not mean anything.

"We were planning to take a stroll around the grounds, talk about some stuff." Black sidled up to her side anyway, throwing an arm around her shoulders that she glared at immediately. "Stuff that friends talk about."

"Five, four, three, two..." She began to count down as they continued to walk and Sirius hurriedly took his hand away from her shoulders, swinging them at his sides instead as he continued to stare at her. "Look at that, you're learning."

"Figured we might as well if we're gonna start a friendship." James grinned and Y/N rolled her eyes, quickening her pace and leaving the boys in the dust. Remus rolled his eyes and glared at Sirius for starting with touch and Peter just stood there meekly as James watched her walk away and called. "Raincheck? Gotcha, see you at lunch!"

"I don't think we'll see her at lunch." Peter mumbled and Sirius put a hand on his face and pushed it away good-naturedly. “Just saying.”

“Why are you so hellbent on shaking hands with L/N, anyway?” Remus asked and Sirius took a small breath in, fighting the urge to show any other sign of resentment to Remus’ question. He didn’t want to answer it, not at all. “I mean, she’s smart and pretty but she’s never shown the least bit of kindness to well, anyone.”

Sirius hesitated for a simple moment but painted his cocky grin back on his face for a second. Behind those eyes however there were worries. He wants to be friends with Y/N because he had been her, lost and confused with no friends and the only source of love a cruel one. He had sat opposite her at the dinner table in her parents house one night, his slouched, careless posture something entirely different to her poised persona as she sat with her back straight on the edge of her seat. He wanted to show her what the boys had shown him, happiness in the darkest of times.

And he thought that maybe the constant dinners they had together would ensure that but once he had caught wind of her hatred for him from his brother Regulus, who noticed all her eyerolls every time Sirius’ name was spoken or every time he commented and had talked to her brother who told him everything, he knew he had to work extra hard or maybe even rely on his friends to warm further up to her.

She would only hate him more if he told his friends the whole truth about why he wanted to make friends with her.

“I see a bit of myself in her.” Sirius settled on, grinning as his friends stared at him suspiciously, in no universe was Y/N L/N similar to Sirius Black. “Plus as you said, Remus, she’s pretty and smart. Bonus!”

“Shut it, Pads.” James laughed, pushing his face like Sirius had done to Peter previously and moving on, followed by his friends. “We’ll see her at lunch.”

“Yes!” He punched a fist in the air.

Y/N L/N didn’t want to see anyone at lunch. Even if she had been possibly open to talking to someone, all traces of that had disappeared in a quick read of a letter. She sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, isolated and more alone than ever, as she stared numbly ahead of her and clutched the letter she had just received in her hand whilst trying to control her breath. The news had been shocking and Y/N didn’t like being shaken.

So she slowly stood out of her seat, taking deep breaths whilst the world got blurry and muffled around her. She needed out and her feet granted her that as they began to direct her out of the Great Hall and into the corridor. Her destination was unclear but she supposed she might as well head to the Common Room and up to her dorm so she can lie in bed and reread the letter for a second time, trying to make it all make sense.

But it didn't make sense, none of it. How could this happen? How could her parents let this happen? Their son had slipped from their grasp and they had told her the news about her brother in a fucking letter. News that had shocked her so much she couldn't even think anymore and therefore didn't know or feel the anger when Sirius Black approached her in the corridor.

"Miss L/N, what a coincidence." He bowed formally before her and she stared at him, eyes wide and mind wiped blank of any emotion. The other boys beside Sirius had to admit they were incredibly shocked at the lack of eye roll from Y/N. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance in this fine lunch period."

"I-" Y/N stuttered, shaking her head with her mouth agape and breathing slightly erratic at the feeling of nowhere to place her anger. She stuttered and stammered and felt like a fool with stinging and blurry eyes.

"We were just heading up the astronomy tower, you should join us." He paid no attention to her obvious out-of-character mindset. probably just happy she wasn't shoving him off of her whilst his hand ghosted her back before taking its place there and leading her towards the staircase.

Y/N and Sirius were the first ones up the stairs, each step they took felt like her stomach dropped further and further. She was tempted to turn back but couldn't pull up the energy to take herself away so continued up the top of the stairs where she finally stopped and let the other boys run past them.

Their laughs echoed around the top of the tower as they spread out, already beginning to launch into different conversations and Y/N felt Sirius' hand slip from her back. The wind from the scenery that the tower overlooked breezed through the gaps and blew her hair back, stinging her eyes even more which made a few drop over and travel down down her cheeks which had been flushed red from her sadness.

Through the muffled sounds around her, she heard the laughter of the boys slowly trail off and also noticed them begin to stare at her as her own eyes darted around the tower and focused on the birds in the sky flying past the tower with a destination in mind. She had no destination in mind, she just took a trepidatious step forward with her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Uh Y/N...are you okay?”

That question made more tears leak out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she walked further forward out onto the tower. No she wasn’t fucking okay, she thought that much was obvious. Remus’ question made her scoff humourlessly and go right up to the railing, resisting the urge to slam someones head into the nearest wall or throw them off of the tower to watch them fall to the ground below.

She sniffed, wrapping her hands around the railing and tightening her grip until her knuckles went white and pale. A sudden anger rose up within her, crawling up her body and fighting to get out. This time she knew exactly where to place it, on the boys all around her and their annoying and infuriating stares did nothing to help the fact that she wanted to and would knock all of them unconscious, wait until they wake up, and knock them unconscious again.

“Y/N,” It was Sirius’ voice this time, closer and softer, Y/N hated it and her jaw clenched angrily, eyes stinging once more and she scoffed again. “Are you alright?”

“No, yes, fuck it-” She lifted her hands from the railing and slapped the metal, finally exploding and making the boys flinch as she did when she whirled around angrily. “I hate you all so fucking much and you should hate me too because I have done nothing but be horrible and insulting to every single one of you. And don’t give me that fucking look of pity Sirius because I have purposely treated you the worst and you know I’m right because you’ve seen my attitude towards you every time and those eye rolls aren’t for nothing. You’ve known ever since Regulus talked to my brother and the only way I wouldn’t hate you was if my brother somehow convinced me not too but he can’t because he’s fucking dead now-”

“What?” Sirius broke in, eyes going ten times the size whilst he stared at how Y/N was beginning to lose it right in front of them. She had never cried in front of anyone before and now she was shedding tears upon tears like it was no big deal and yelling at them all.

“Yeah, he’s dead now, so now I have no one and yeah sure it’s not a big deal because I didn’t have friends anyway but he was the only one in my life that understood me and don’t you dare try and say you can help me, Black, because you can’t and you know you can’t.” She pointed a harsh finger at him and he gulped nervously. “I don’t care if you have a strict family too, that does not mean we’re the same because I haven’t had the same opportunities as you have and I haven’t had the same friends who can make you feel how you now feel. I have no one now and you know what, you can all judge me for yelling at you and not having the same coolness as a runaway like you but I do not care because I have never ever felt more relief than I do now!”

Y/N breathed heavily, panting and staring right at Sirius with bloodshot eyes and red, tear-stained cheeks. She hiccoughed, her breath catching in her throat as she stared into the silence and gulped her feelings down before she realised that she couldn’t stop the tears. Her hands wiped at her eyes and made them irritated before she started crying again. Talk about embarrassment.

Another hand was on her back again, but it wasn’t Sirius because she was in front of him. She turned her head and saw Peter Pettigrew beside her, pity in his eyes that she hated but let go for the moment, turning away before she realised that Remus was on her other side, a hand on her shoulder. And James was stood beside him, Sirius the only one far away.

Y/N couldn’t help it, she took herself away from the other boys and marched over to Sirius, throwing her arms around the boy in a hug. It was safe to say he was taken aback by the contact but slowly returned it as she buried her face in his shoulder and wept. He thought she hated him.

“I hate you.” She sobbed.