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marauders

my hero academia

A COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF EVERY RECORDED STUDENT AT HOGWARTS DURING THE MARAUDERS ERA

it also has information about said students PLEASE USE IT I PULLED AN ALL NIGHTER FOR THIS

there’s a fic where teen gojo gets like transported to the future where he’s readers husband and they have a kid (or two? i think just one tho.) and he’s kind of a bastard at first bc he’s fresh out of the geto incident but then he kind of falls back in love but just as he gets comfortable he gets transported back to the past and it’s very sad

Thanks lol

and they were roommates

“why’d you stay back again?” you flip the page of the magazine you were skimming. sirius, as it turned out, had quite the collection, with most of the contents ranging from muggle women to motorcycles to rock music. there was a considerable pile laying on either side of you and sirius, whose shoulder was pressed against yours comfortably. his pile was the unread pile, where he pick off the top magazine and flip through it. then, he would pawn it off to you. and once you of you were finished, you would take the magazine and set it in your pile. it was a good system, but it failed to distract you from the fact that sirius was without his best mates. sirius shrugged.

“they all had stuff to do,” he studied the full-page picture of a muggle guitar. “moony’s with the headmaster, prongs is on a date with lily, and wormy— well, i’m not sure where wormy is. detention, probably.”

“this doesn’t happen very often.” you remark. “you lot being apart.”

“nope.” sirius agreed, looking up from the magazine to look at you instead. “which is why you’re here, keeping me company, yeah?”

“nothing better to do.” you shrug.

“what, so i’m a pity point now?” sirius nudged you with his elbow.

“i didn’t say that!” you retort, nudging him back pointedly. “i just said i didn’t have anything better to do.”

“totally.” sirius replied sarcastically, returning to his magazine.

it was rare, the comforting silence that ensued. you hadn’t expected sirius to be like that. remus was usually the friend you would go to if you wanted to just sit in silence, maybe read. you’d figured that with sirius, it would be awkward, since sirius was the type to despise silence and avoid it at all costs. but this was nice; it was peaceful. you found yourself relaxing.

“we should kiss.”

never mind.

“what?” was your intelligent response.

“yeah. i mean, why not?” sirius shrugged, flipping the page of his magazine. “nothing better to do, right?”

of course it would be sirius that suggested the two of you kiss to pass the time. although your perception of him was different than the school’s perception of him, part of you understood that there was a reason for his reputation as a playboy. a flirt. a schmoozer. because, to sirius, intimacy wasn’t a matter of being intimate with someone you love; it was an activity that you do for fun, like quidditch or gobstones. you liked sirius, but you had your dignity. you had no interest in being a plaything for your best mate.

“no thanks.” you answer. sirius looked up from his magazine.

“what gives?” he asks, and you’re not sure how to answer. you don’t want to be rude and tell him exactly what you thought: that you’re not keen on being his new toy to flirt with. but you surely couldn’t go along with this.

“that’s not exactly the point of kissing, is it?” you say finally. “as just a pastime.”

“what’s that mean?” sirius set his magazine down, leaning forward. he grinned. he was amused. git.

“it means—“ you look forward instead of to the side, at sirius. “— that i think kissing is something that’s done between two people who fancy each other, not something that’s done to pass the time.” sirius hummed thoughtfully at this.

“do you not fancy me?” he asks, leaning forward to find your gaze again, and you find yourself getting nervous. this is not the trajectory in which you were expecting this exchange to go.

“i mean, is that relevant?” you ask hesitantly. you felt your heart swell with hope— perhaps he liked you, too.

“well, i fancy you.” there it was; that casual honesty that, had you been standing, would make your knees shake. unapologetically sirius.

“shouldn’t we talk about this?” you weren’t sure why you were stalling. you liked sirius, and he liked you. it should be simple as that, but still your nerves got to you. you clearly weren’t very good at concealing it, either.

“what’s there to talk about? the way you’re so nervous that you’re trying to stall?” sirius teased, already leaning in. your gaze flickered to his lips, and you felt your chest tighten. your lips part slightly, hoping to get some deep breaths to quell your anxiety, but sirius took it as an invite.

his lips pecked yours once, twice, before settling on yours with a gentle sort of sweetness. you close your eyes and move your hands hesitantly to his chest for a moment before moving them up to his shoulders. you could feel sirius smiling into the kiss, completely and utterly collected, something you were not. your eyes flutter back open as he pulled away briefly, though his face was still startlingly close to your own, his breath fanning across your lips.

sirius planted his hand on the other side of you, using the leverage to lean over you in order to have a better angle with which to kiss you again, which he did. you kissed back immediately, slowly growing accustomed to the feeling. the tightness in your chest relaxed, and you even let yourself lean back against the pillows, which in turn let sirius adjust his own position, now bracing himself on his forearm as he hovered over you. the room was empty save for the sounds of yours and sirius’ snogging, at least until he finally broke away, leaving you breathless in more ways than one.

“hello.” you choke out.

“hello, love.” sirius grinned.

“we should, ah, we should talk.” you stare up at him with wide eyes. you didn’t want to talk. not really. kissing sirius felt far too nice to stop, and you were beginning to see why he’d suggested it.

“talking, talking… how do you go about that again?” sirius slowly leaned closer. “i reckon it requires some lip movement, don’t you?” sirius’ lips were right on yours again, and you quickly reciprocated, your once-clumsy movements giving way to the rhythm you and sirius seemed to find.

“something like that.” you breathe out as he pulled away.

“well, i guess we ought to, then.” sirius suddenly sat up, returning to his normal spot on the bed.

“what?” you follow suit, sitting up, confused at his sudden casual demeanor.

“talk, i mean.”

“yes, but…” you trail off. how on earth were you supposed to communicate that i know i said i don’t believe kissing is a pastime, but i actually quite like it and i’d like to continue?

“but?” sirius grinned. merlin’s pants, he was having you on. the worst part was that you had no idea how to even go about it.

“i just thought…” you trail off.

“thought what? that you’re my girlfriend now?” sirius’ grin widened perfectly, in the way only his could.

“what? no!” you felt your cheeks heat up.

“well, i haven’t got a problem.”

“what?” you echoed again. at this rate, he was sure to think that it was the only word in your vocabulary.

“yeah, i haven’t got one.”

“oh.”

“so, girlfriend?”

“okay.” you answer, again somewhat dumbly, as you were in a state of minor shock. sirius pressed a quick kiss to your parted lips before pulling back with a bright smile.

i’m currently writing x reader fics for:

marauders era

jujutsu kaisen

my rp style tends to be a shorter story-style for anyone interested and i’d love it if they were similar :)

more than happy to have ocs/self inserts as i’ll be using an oc!!

especially when they curse a lot

i don’t think i’ve ever posted art on here + if i did it was way too long ago for me to remember

but here is gojo bc i like him