Hey! Could I request some fluff with Sirius please?
I was thinking of something a bit too specific like, Sirius not admitting he likes an oblivious! Reader, but still getting jealous of people around them?
Bonus points if the other boys keep pestering Sirius saying things like " thank the heavens you don't have a crush, huh?"
Thank you!
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sirius isn’t jealous, he swears
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a/n: thank you for requesting angel!!
The third time Glenn Pots touches your arm, not that Sirius is counting, Sirius’ nails have almost drawn blood. He squeezes his fists tightly, grateful that he was no longer holding a glass cup, as it would’ve surely broken.
Sirius leans back in the arm chair, propping his feet up on the coffee table, the picture of casualness. Around him, people danced and cheered and retold the Quidditch game that had ended less than an hour ago, the Gryffindors leaving victorious. Normally, he’d be in the mood for this; he might’ve sung along with the music with James or bothered Remus. More importantly, he might’ve gotten to talk to you.
The thought makes him glance back over at you, sitting on the loveseat in the corner, Glenn Pots leaning into your side. You’re smiling at him, a small one, but still. Before he can fret any more, someone places themselves on the arm of Sirius’ chair, fully blocking the view. This particular person, one with wild hair and crooked glasses, looks like he’s up to no good.
“You alright, Pads?” James asks, his eyes saying that he already knows what’s wrong. “Looking particularly sulky tonight.”
Sirius waves a hand, trying to subtly position himself so he can still see you around James’ body. “Fine. Headache, is all.”
James’ smile grows impossibly wider, glasses slipping down the slope of his nose as he looks down at him. “Hm. Is it, perhaps, one in the shape of a Mr. Pots?”
Sirius turns his glare up to James, squinting at his best friend. Whenever James knows that Sirius is one of his moods, all of his smiles look satisfying enough to punch. If they weren’t friends, and at a party, he might’ve done just that. Instead, he shoves James’ legs off of his lap.
He laughs and catches himself before he could fall to the floor. “You know,” he continues, positioning himself back on the arm, “you could just talk to her. Crazy idea, I know.”
“And why would I do that?” It’s hard to keep the bite out of his voice, but he doesn’t worry about hurting James’ feelings. He knows that Sirius isn’t mad at him; mad at the universe and Pots, yes. Never James, though.
“Sirius, you’re staring.”
From James’ new seat, he can just see Pots. Even from across the room, the way he is looking at you makes him uncomfortable and angry all at once. Like you are something shiny behind a glass case and he has to have you.
“I’m not jealous, James,” Sirius says, far too defensively for that to be true. “I just think that he has a weird laugh. Not like she seems very happy with him anyway.”
James glances over his shoulder at you, pushing his hair back with a rough hand. When he turns back, he wiggles his eyebrows. “Maybe you can go save her. The whole knight-in-shining armor thing. Girls love that, I’ve heard.”
“Oh yeah?” Sirius asks, half listening. He watches as Pots leans closer to tell you something. “And how’s that working out for you?”
When James doesn’t immediately respond, Sirius looks up at him in surprise. “Sorry,” he amends quickly. “Jesus, sorry. I’m a dick.”
James’ smile doesn’t waver, and he dismisses him with a hand as he stands from the chair. “It’s fine, Pads. I know you are just a grumpy bastard in love.”
Sirius groans, leaning his head back against the chair cushion. “I am not in love.”
From the corner of his eye, he can see James rolling his eyes, already turning toward the drink table. “Go talk to her, mate.” His voice is stern, like he’s giving an order. He’s gone before Sirius can say anything else, swallowed in the sea of bodies.
Sirius sighs softly, tucking the longer strands of his dark hair behind his ears. Taking a peek at you, he sees that you’re still there. You look exceptionally beautiful tonight, in his (and Pots’, but he ignores this,) opinion. You’ve done something different with your hair that eases the pain of anger in Sirius’ chest, bit by bit.
Without another doubt, he stands, making his way toward you, dodging dancing and cheering bodies. He’s about halfway there when you glance up, meeting his eyes. Jesus, he’s never met someone who makes him feel this nervous.
“Can I steal you?” he asks once in talking distance. You’re standing before he can even finish asking, forgoing the drink you were cradling in your hands on the nearest table. Saying a quick goodbye to Pots, you come up to his side with already-flushed cheeks. Sirius pretends to not notice the daggers being shot in the back of his head as he steers you away, one hand between your shoulder blades.
He feels more like himself with every step away from that loser. “Hello, gorgeous. Are you having fun?”
You look up at him with a smile that makes Sirius forget how to breathe. “I am now,” you say. Your voice is quieter than the music, but he hears you just fine. He guides you to an unoccupied couch, your thighs brushing against his as you sit. You’re so close that Sirius can smell your perfume and the way your lashes flutter as you look over at him.
He clears his throat, resting a forearm on the back of the couch, upper body angled toward you. “So… Glenn seemed chatty.”
You let out a giggle before saying, “He was. Mostly about himself.”
Sirius doesn’t bother stopping his eye roll. “What a tosser. Should’ve found someone else to talk to, love.”
You meet his eyes. “I wanted to, but he was with someone else.”
A coil of dread unravels somewhere within Sirius. His voice is low when he asks, “Who?”
Your smile widens, like you know something he doesn’t. “You, you idiot.”
He is stunned into silence for a moment, rare for him. Heat rushes up the side of his neck to the tips of his ears. “Me?”
You let out another soft laugh as you shift, mirroring his sitting position. “Yeah, you. I thought you were avoiding me.”
He shakes his head, collecting himself as tendrils of hair slip out of place. “Not at all. Too busy being an idiot, apparently.”
Your smile grows, as does his uncharacteristic nervousness. It’s hard not to tease him, just a little. “Aw, you’re too pretty to be an idiot.”
His laugh hits your ears, even louder than the music. Prettier too.
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sirius patches you up after you fight someone in his honor
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By the time you make it to The Fat Lady, your knuckles are stinging. There’s blood on them too, although you’re unsure if it’s yours or someone else’s. You’re not even sure if you got in more than two solid punches.
You murmur the password quietly, ignoring the astonished look The Fat Lady gives. You step through the portrait hole, praying that the rest of the Gryffindors are already at dinner. That’s where you should be too, with the rest of the boys. Devouring the lavish food Hogwarts never seems to run out of.
What you find, no, who you find, in the common area is not what you were hoping for. Sirius looked like he was readying to leave, coming down the spiral stone staircase that leads up to the boy’s dormitories. His defined eyebrows are raised, mouth slightly open in shock, when you meet his eyes. You know what he sees: a black eye forming paired with blood knuckles. Within moments, that expression is completely wiped, replaced with something harder, something that might prove whatever the hell has been happening between you two the last few months.
Sirius is right in front of you before you can explain, hand gently gripping your chin to tilt it up toward him, trying to get a better look. “Merlin, what the hell happened to you?” He asks, his face taut.
You try to open your mouth and explain, but close it before doing so. He points to the red couch sitting in front of the fireplace.
“Sit,” he says firmly, although not unkindly. He steers you with a gentle hand toward it, as if preparing for your obstinance.
As you sit, you see him in the corner of your eye, hurrying back up the stairs he had just descended. No doubt going to get the small medical kit he had stolen from Madam Pomfrey a couple years ago. The same one he used to patch James up after he gets hexed by a couple of Slytherins or when the full moon is harsh on Remus (when is it not?)
He comes back down in a moment, maneuvering around the furniture and forgotten textbooks to crouch in front of you, the small kit in his hand. He lays it down on the rug beside him to reveal its measly contents: some bandages, a sewing needle and thread, and a half empty bottle of a healing salve.
His voice breaks the silence first. “Who did this to you?” He asks, his voice is low now. Controlled. Not angry yet, but close.
What happened earlier floods back into your mind. The words blood traitor and disgrace are so clear that you can almost see them before you. You swallow, your throat dry as he cleans off the blood from your knuckles with a damp rag he must’ve grabbed before he came back down. “It was one of your cousin. Bellatrix, isn’t it?.”
His hand stills on yours for just a moment, then continues to wipe the bumps of your knuckles. His other hand holds your wrist steady, his thumb running over your pulse point.
You keep talking because if you stop to look at him for any longer, your heart will start to beat in a way that only seems to happen when he’s around. Like it’s trying to beat its way out of your chest and go to him.
Despite that, you struggle to explain, but you know he’ll never let you go until you do. “She was whining about.. you. Said that your parents should be ashamed of what they’re son has become. Someone who hangs around ‘half-breeds’ and ‘muggle-borns.’”
He lets out a slow breath, somewhere between a sigh and a scoff. At some point, he had pulled out bandages, now carefully wrapping your knuckles in the tan gauze. You’ve only ever seen him this meticulous with his hands from when he’s holding his vinyls or involved in a prank.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” He says slowly, like he’s trying to figure out what he should say versus what he wants to say. He looks up and finally meets your eyes.
Sirius has always been the most beautiful boy you’ve met. That’s the only word that seems appropriate to describe him, with his pale skin, high cheekbones, and defined jaw. He looks like he belongs in one of those magazines that the younger boys read, the ones with men and women dressed up in fancy clothing, posed in dramatic poses.
You must make a face and strain an injury, because something burns and he tsks. “It’s not like I was just going to sit there and listen to that rubbish. I mean, would you if they were talking about me? Or James?”
You both know he wouldn’t have. Sirius is not an extremely rash person, but he has never backed down from a fight, whether he has his wand ready or not. Especially if it is in regards to someone he loves. Someone who would do the same for him.
He’s shaking his head now, reaching for the salve jar. You like this version of Sirius most, you think, despite the circumstances. The one that doesn’t feel the need to fill every second of silence with a tease or joke. He mutters something under his breath that sounds close to “idiot.”
When he looks back up at the jar, he shifts to sit up higher in order to reach your bruising eye. You let both of your eyes close as you feel his warm breath against your skin. The salve is cool on your bruise, but eases the stinging in mere moments.
“Don’t tuck your thumb in next time, gorgeous. You're lucky you didn’t break your hand,” he says. His voice is softer than before, a mix of amusement, disbelief, and something else that you can’t quite pinpoint.
You can’t help but smile at him, something he quickly returns. It’s not his wicked smile, nor his teasing one; it’s a soft one, a small upturn of the corners of his pink lips. His hand, still by your eye, moves to cup your cheek, thumb drawing a line beneath your bruise. You lean into it automatically, trying to act casual despite your quickly increasing heart rate. He has always had this kind of effect on you. The warmth of his hand lingers even after it drops away. He clears his throat as he puts the salve and leftover bandages back into the stolen kit.
“I’d do it all over again, y’know,” You say quietly. You’re not sure what made you say it; maybe it was the disbelief in his eyes when you told him about the reason, or the way his hand lingered on your face. Or maybe it’s because all of his touches and looks seem to linger these days. Watching you across the table at the library when you pretend to read, making you a plate at breakfast when you’re late so James doesn’t steal all of the fruit you love.
He swallows and says softly “I know you would.” He opens his mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. “Just next time, maybe tell me beforehand? I’d like to have your back properly.” He looks like he wants to say more, with the way he’s studying your face, but chooses not to. Instead, he just stands up, brushes his hand over your hair with a casualness that doesn’t quite match the look in his eyes nor the longing on his face.
He holds a pale, long fingered hand out to you, offering you one of those small smiles. “Come on, love. Let’s get out of here before James sends a search party.” You take his hand before he’s even done talking. “I’d also love to see the damage you’ve done to poor Bellatrix.”
You smile to yourself as you walk, still hand in hand, toward the portrait. All the blood and bruises might be worth it, you think, as long as Sirius still holds your hand afterwards.
Hiii darling! Could you please write some headcanons about Sirius being with a reader who's covered in tattoos? Thank youuu and it's okay if you don't! ~💗
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Love love love this request! Thank you for this my darling and I hope you don't mind it took me years to get to this<3
-MAN!!!
-He's tattooed too so you definitely go to the shops together, not exactly to get matching ink but just to get tattooed at the same time
-You design tattoos for each other!!<3
-“How would you feel about a black dog covered in white stars!?” And you just have to kiss him stupid right then and there because how did you get to lucky
-Whether you have a whole sleeve or a bunch of flash tattoos he wants to know the meaning behind them
-"What about the crows?" He asks, tracing his fingers over the small birds on your wrist "They're said to be a link to the spirit world, quite frequent in muggle literature too! Plus I think they're pretty".
-He'd listen to every word with his undivided attention placed on you<3
-Yes you have gotten matching tattoos
-It took a while to decide what you'd get but you eventually settled for a cute little moon along with some stars
-He's so supportive too! You're used to the pain of needles but if for some reason it's hurting more than ever, he'll be there for you
-"Deep breaths baby", "You're doing so well pretty", "It's bloody amazing!". All while holding your hand<3
-Makes sure they're healing correctly and you put on cream, protect them from the sun and so if you’re forgetful
-I love the idea of intimacy without sex so do not let me dive in deep in how he'd love to see you naked just to see the art you've put on your body, I won't stop ever.
-He short-circuits when you walk around your flat with one of his band shirts and panties so the tattoos on your legs are showingggg
-"Come here love, let me have a look at you" AND SPINS YOU AROUND WHILE EYEING THEM UP AND DOWN BRAIN GOES BRRRR
-RIB CAGE TATTOOS!!!
-Those are his favorites I ain't gonna lie
-No one ever sees them and Sirius thinks it's a privilege to admire them closely whenever he has the chance
-My man truly adores them bro<33
-IT’S THE WORSHIPPING FOR ME
-Kisses your ink all the time and probably has all your tattoos memorized ugh
-“M’gorgeous girl”, “Fuck you’re so hot” UGHHHH
-Yeah he’s the best
-It would also include him either trying not to cry or borderline sobbing when getting a specially painful spot done
-You being there for him just as he is for you
-“Y/N hold my hand or I might faint” 😭 because OF COURSE he’d be that dramatic
-He admires the art and how carefully crafted and thought the places you get tattooed in are
Imagine being in a greatest showman marauders AU, with Sirius Orion Black coming from a well-known, regal family, a long line of money, and a reputation to uphold. only for him to fall in love with a trapeze artist and be so convinced she is to be his everything and to be so prepared to do whatever he can to make her happy and imagine being her, imagine teaching him trapeze tricks and the first meet and oh my god.
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Summary:- Sirius and you find a kitten, apparently she is a matchmaker
Warnings:- swearing, some sexual tension, i think that's all?? Tell me if you find more
A/N:- Hello everyone! Yes, I have started writing again after one and half years and you can guess i am really rusty so be kind please. Also, I am opening my requests, if you want to, drop in some, characters can be either marauders, except peter, billy Russo, tasm!Peter Parker or aleksander morozova. Thank you! Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
The Great Hall echoed the chatters of students from all the houses. Some hushed whispers and some loud laughs, some bright smiling faces and some silent tear stained faces.
Your body shook with giggles induced by a certain sarcastic prefect from Gryffindor, you were met with a nudge on the knee from the victim of the remark who was pretending to give you a glare.
You just grinned at him and got one in the reply.
You still didn't believe how the cliché meeting with the raven haired boy had turned into this, this beautiful friendship.
When in your fifth year you met this gorgeous owner of the gorgeous eyes, you never would have guessed where it'd take you.
"Mr.Black that's enough!"
"But it wasn't me, professor! I swear it wasn't me this time!"
You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from bursting into a fit of giggles. Your benchmate, or to be precise, Remus Lupin, the embodiment of a disciplined, sweet, honest guy had been flying paper planes from the last ten minutes of the transfiguration class, making them land beside the professor's desk.
Oh and if that wasn't enough, they were charmed as when they landed, the paper shredded into fragments while in the voice of the victim, Sirius Black, a very bad redemption of ' D'yer Mak'er ' would sound out in the class.
Somehow, one day Remus Lupin sat next to you, a trade of your giggles and his witty remarks was made and now both of you were benchmates.
"Well then who was it?" Mcgonagall asked.
"I don't know, professor! Obviously someone who hates you! And you know that can't be me, I love you with my whole heart!" You snorted behind your hand at his imitation of puppy dog eyes. He was definitely good at it.
"One more time Mr.Black, and you would be serving a week's detention."
"But professor —"
"Enough!"
"Everyone back to work!" And with that, the students went back to work while you were still giggling with the sandy haired boy next to you.
"I can't believe you are so cruel to him, he is your friend!" You asked in fake shock and a grin on your face.
"Well that's what he gets for stealing my chocolates." The boy snorted.
"I knew it!"You both were startled by the sudden voice from behind you.
Sirius was standing behind you both glaring at you two.
"Mr.Black, why are you shouting in the class?" Professor asked furiously.
"Professor, it was Remus who was doing it all! I just heard him saying that!"
Remus and you both turned back towards the professor, with guilty looks on your face and accepting the accusations.
Mcgonagall looked disappointed but just shook her head.
"Mr.Lupin, I would expect better from you, but that would be wrong since you are part of this baboon group."
"Professor!" Four different voices shouted at the same time.
"Professor, we are 'The Marauders'." Peter said, puffing out his chest, followed by the other three.
Mcgonagall just shook her head and said,
"Alright, Mr.Lupin, shift back to your place with Ms.Evans and Mr.Black you take Mr.Lupin's previous place."
"But—but why?" Sirius shouted, his eyes wide.
"Well because I said so." Mcgonagall set him with a look that said no more arguments.
He sighed then said,
"But no detention for these two." You stared at him wide eyed.
Arsehole.
"Considering their previous records, no."
You smirked looked back at him with a look that said,
'suck it'
That was your first interaction with him and many more after that which lead you two here right now, near the lake sitting under a tree. Well you were sitting and he was lying next to you.
"Do you think the merpeople in the lake would be offended if we gave them fish food? Or if we give them our food."
"What I think is that Sirius, why are you thinking that, of all the things you can think of you thought to think about that thing."
"You hurt my brain."
"Surprised you have one."
He glared at you while you just grinned at him.
He closed his eyes and you were suddenly hit by the realisation how beautiful the boy next to you was.
It would be so easy to fall in love with him. Sirius was, if not the most, one of the most beautiful guys you have met.He was charming, he was beautiful and most of all, he was caring, in his own way. You were jealous of the girls who could touch him in a way that you could never, girls who had the opportunity to look in those eyes and get lost in the cosmos held behind them, girls who could hear his raspy voice, the breathy whispers that escaped him the haze of pleasure.
You closed your eyes and tried to shake off the image in your head. Your palms were suddenly getting sweaty and you felt suffocated.
A small mewl sounded near you. Shaking you out of the daze he put you in, and hadn't even done anything yet. Sirius sat up and looked around, like you, to find the source of voice.
Looking around, your eyes found a pair of big brown eyes staring at you and mewling. Standing up, cautiously you made your way towards the feline and bent to scoop her in your arms. The little kitten was calm, nuzzled her head in your arms making you coo at her.
Sirius, surprised by the sudden change in your demeanour, stood up and made his way towards you, kneeling beside looking at the small animal in your arms.
The ginger white fur poked out of you embrace and a soft expression masked your features as you gently caressed the fur.
He was jealous. He was jealous of the feline and how it had taken her so little time to take you away from him. But at the same time he was thankful. He was thankful because sitting there, kneeling beside you he could see the sunlight reflecting from your hair, the soft tug upwards of your lips, the pretty smile he longed to watch at every waking moment, the soft gentle eyes he would love to get lost in and never to find a way out of. It was maddening how much he adored you. He adored you more than he could feel, you made his heart feel full, and yet always light like it was filled with nothing but love for you. You made him feel drunk on the oldest wine, always in that daze, but he had never tasted one.
It would be so easy right now. So easy to learn forward and brush his lips to your cheek, so easy to tangle his fingers in your hair, so easy just to close his eyes and get lost in the dream in which you were his.
He snapped out his daze when you called his name.
"Siri, look, she's so cute, isn't she?" A soft smile plastered on your face, you looked at him and he wished that you would always look at him like that. He raised his hand to brush it against the fur of the kitten, who raised her head from your arms and nuzzled it around his fingers.
Choked on emotions a raspy hum sounded out of him.
The kitten now had her whole attention on him. Before either of you could comprehend what was happening, she jumped out of your arms, towards him.
Acting on instinct, Sirius caught her mid air and brought her to his chest while both of you stared at her, wide eyed and with wild expression, she just mewled and snuggled close to him.
"Merlin, she nearly gave me a heart attack." Sirius breathed out.
Now that you were out of shock of the stunt the little creature pulled, you watched as Sirius pulled her closer to his chest and how he ran his fingers to her fur.
"Aw, look at that. The bad boy, player Sirius Black turning soft for a small kitten." You cooed, pinching his cheek.
A warmth spread over Sirius at your gesture but quickly recovered and countered back,
"I am not getting soft."
"You are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Not."
"Are."
"Not."
"Not."
"Are."
"Ha! Gotcha ya."
He scowled but you saw a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Very mature darling, very mature."
"Learnt from you, darling boy."
Sirius was sure if you called him that one more time he was going to combust. He swallowed the lump of emotions and took a shaky breath, calming himself down.
Merlin, what have you done to him.
"Oh, is that so?" He raised a brow at you, a smirk adorning his face now. There he was. The cocky Sirius Black you knew. And you also knew nothing good came out when his voice changed to that tone.
He slowly set down the kitten from his arms to the ground beside him, who quietly obeyed and sat there without much fuss and meowed at him.
"You want to take it back, love?"
Fuck. Why is that so hot?
"What do you mean, Siri?"
Oh he is dead. But so are you.
And then, hell broke loose. His fingers worked around your ribs, making you giggle uncontrollably. He kept working his fingers around you and then one moment he was sitting beside you, the other, you were splayed over the grass and his body hovering over yours with his hands now splayed along your sides.
As your giggles died, you opened your eyes only to be met with silver ones, staring back at you. Your breath hitched and maybe his did too. The intensity by which his eyes bore into your, taking in all your features at once. His eyes stopped at one point and you knew what was going through his mind.
If you just leaned enough…
You both broke out of trance when a mewl from beside you erupted making you both look at the feline who probably didn't like the lack of attention. It made you both giggle but something changed in the air, and you both knew it.
"I can't believe you are taking her as a pet."
"Well believe it, because I am." You countered back.
A tsk sound from your left and you looked at the bespectacled boy next to you and frowned.
"What?" You asked, irritation evident in your voice.
"You are hurting our dear Sirius." James said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. You raised your brow in question
"You are breaking his heart." Remus joined in.
"You should know better." Peter contributed.
"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked Remus, only acceptable one to give the answer.
"A cat for a dog, really?"
That made all the occupants of the group laugh out loud. Your voices echoing over the great hall, making everyone dining in, give you an odd look.
"Shut it, Lupin." The victim grumbled from your other side.
"Aw, don't be mad Siri, Pumpkin loves you." You cooed, pinching his cheek.
You could feel the heat rise on his cheek but chose to not comment on it.
"Pumpkin? Really? That's the best you could come up with?"
"Well, then you should have suggested me names, when I asked you."
Before the argument could get more heated, Lily butted in and asked a real question.
"How did you get the permission to keep her?"
You shrugged your shoulders and looked at Sirius's side.
"He asked for permission, ask him."
Sirius looked a bit hesitant and then said,
"I…have my ways."
Unbeknownst to you the other three marauders shooted smirks towards him which he countered by a subtle gesture.
"You went through all that, just for a cat."
"Not for a cat, wormtail, for the love of his life." James replied back in a sing-song voice earning a smack on his head by the raven haired boy.
In the secrecy of the dorm now, Sirius told the marauders about how he got the permission to keep the cat.
"You went to Minnie, begged on knees to her, then to Dumbledore and did the same for that cat. Wow, Padfoot you must really love that cat." Remus teased the boy earning a kick on his shin.
Sirius grumbled something under his breath, making all the marauders give him a questioning look. When he noticed, a blush crept up his neck and he repeated his words, much more coherently.
"Not a cat, 's Pumpkin."
A loud laughter echoed from the boys dormitory.
Whilst downstairs, Pumpkin was getting restless and was trying to scratch every object in sight.
"Oh my, what are you doing?" You exclaimed taking her away from the table which had a scratch mark on one of its legs.
You were getting irritated by her behaviour and were about to ask Lily what to do when the feline ran out your arms towards the boys dormitory stairs.
Wide eyed you quickly ran, following her.
In the seventh year boys dormitory, a panicked Peter was looking at James being pinned down by a furious Sirius, sitting next to an amused Remus. All that brawl being started by a simple comment such as
"You are worse than me with Lily." By the pinned down boy.
That was the scene you walked in on. Pumpkin supposedly wanted to see Sirius and somehow knew where to go, leading you to walk in that scene.
"What the hell?" Your surprised words apparently broke them out of trance, making them look at you.
You scooped Pumpkin in your arms, who was still restless, and looked at all of them, James and Sirius now returning to sit on the floor.
"Why was James being pinned down by you, Sirius? Am I missing something?" You asked, looking wide eyed at them.
It was James who spoke, panic evident in his eyes,
"What — no—what are you saying— no, shit, I was just teasing him about his feeling for you—"
Everyone fell silent after that except your kitten. Everyone stared wide-eyed at James, while some had amusement in their eyes (Remus, Peter) some had horror (Sirius, You).
Oh. Oh.
You knew that feelings were mutual. You just wanted confirmation. You knew he would never say anything, you knew because of his past, he was scared, he had told you, had broken in your arms. So you will have to, no matter how much it scares you.
Moving towards where he was sitting, you kneeled in front of him, Pumpkin slipping out your arms towards his lap.
From the corner of your eye, you saw the other leave the room.
He was not looking at you, but his fingers had absent mindedly started running through the kitten's fur.
It was now or never.
Gathering all you courage, you asked,
"Is it—was it true—what James said?" He was still not looking at you, but you could see his shoulder tensing and for a moment you were scared. You were scared that maybe you were wrong. But then he nodded his head. It was barely a movement but it was.
Relief flooded through you and you took a shaky breath. Oh how many times had you dreamed about this moment. Your happiness was unexplainable at that moment. It was much more thrilling to know that he felt the same rather than an instinct.
You lifted your hand, touching his cheek, making him look at you.
"Then, Mr.Black, would you do me an honour of sharing custody of Pumpkin with me? Would you do me an honour of being Pumpkin's father?"
You saw the flicker of emotion in his eyes and the way they lit up at your words. Setting Pumpkin at side, he took your face in his hands and kissed you. And it was nowhere near your imagination, it felt well beyond and you couldn't be more happy.
You both didn't stop until a mewl sounded from beside you, making you both huff out a laugh when the small feline crawled between you two.
You looked up at Sirius who just smile and said,
"I would love to be Pumpkin's father and your lover."
Can I request New Year’s Eve with young Sirius black??
cute!
he’s the type to go all out on new years eve — throwing a huge party in the gryffindor hall and wearing matching glittery outfits with you.
“it’s almost midnight!” he spins you around on the balcony, dancing to the music blaring from inside, the lightest bit of snow dusting down around you.
“cheers to another year of us, my love,” you giggle as he dips you down, kissing you as the clocks strike midnight and colorful fireworks explode in the sky
Note: can’t stop thinking about cuddling with them 💚
Couch cuddles
Remus is laying on his back, head resting against the arm of the sofa while you lay on him, your back against his front. Sirius is laying on you. resting his head on your tummy while you play with his hair.
Winter cuddles
When it’s winter you three are always cuddled as close as possible. You alternate between three versions of spooning during the season.
Remus is spooning you, his warm body pressed against your back. Meanwhile. you're holding Sirius close to your chest. Sirius has his arms wrapped around your torso and he’s listening to your heartbeat.
Remus is spooning Sirius while your cuddled against Sirius’s chest. Your listening to Sirius’s heartbeat while he has his nose pressed against the crown of your head, smelling your hair.
Remus is cuddled to your chest, while you run your hand through his shorter hair. Sirius is spooning you, and his arms are wrapped around both you and Remus.
Spring cuddles
With the weather getting warmer, more blankets are put away and less heat is needed throughout the night.
Remus is laying on his back, you’re cuddled against his right side, arms wrapped around his torso. Sirius is cuddled against his left side, arm wrapped around his torso like yours. Remus is rubbing both of your back affectionately.
Summer cuddles
Pic-nicks by the Black Lake are your summer staple. These outings are not exempt from cuddles.
You’re sitting criss-cross apple sauce with both of their heads in your lap. Your playing with their hair, braiding and putting flowers in the strands. Remus is reading a book while Sirius is handing you little flowers.
Fall cuddles
Your fall cuddling is quite similar to your spring cuddles except your the one in the middle with Remus and Sirius cuddled on either side of you. Your playing with both boy’s hair, sometimes finding leaves from your previous activity of jumping in piles of leaves Filch had raked.
