#siriusblackxreader

A/N: I hope it isn't confusing with the flashbacks...

Y/N walked along King's Cross Station with Harry beside her. He had his cart full of bags and Hedwig's cage. Y/N looked around. No sign of Remus. She had received a letter from Remus saying he had become the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Her relationship with Remus... was... complicated.

"Harry!" a voice called out. It was Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley. He also happened to be Y/N's cousin's child, but she was so close to Arthur that he used to call her... "Hi, Aunt Y/N," he said, hugging her. "Hi, Ron," she said, looking at his cart. He had a small cage with a little rat in it, nibbling on something. She couldn't help but recognize it...

"Y/N!" said Arthur Weasley, walking up to hug her. Behind him came his 100 children with the typical red hair. Fred and George Weasley rushed up to Y/N with sparkling eyes and broad smiles. She had always been their favorite aunt. She was the cool adult who actually laughed at their pranks instead of just trying to "educate" them.

"Aunt Y/N!" George called out while Fred was already starting to tell her something.

"You should have seen what we did to Percy!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms with a serious expression. "What have you been up to now?"

Fred and George exchanged a quick glance before bursting into words:

"We enchanted his quill!" George said.

"So every time he tried to write, it started singing 'I'm a Little Teapot'!" Fred added, his face lighting up with a mischievous grin.

Y/N tried to stay serious, but giggles escaped regardless. "Oh, boys... How long did it go on?"

"Long enough for him to scream that he never wanted to see a teapot again," George giggled.

Fred nodded eagerly. "Mom was about to burst with anger, but Percy... He sat there, red-faced, trying to act unfazed. We did him a favor, really. No one needs to be that serious."

Y/N was now openly laughing and pulled them both into a hug. "I don't know if I should scold you or congratulate you."

Fred leaned back and smiled. "We'll gladly take congratulations."

George nodded. "And maybe some Chocolate Frogs if you have any?"

Y/N raised her eyebrows; she really loved Fred and George. They reminded her so much of Sirius and the other three. "Unfortunately, no, but here..." She rummaged through her bag and gave a Galleon to each of Arthur's children. "Oh, thank you, Aunt Y/N," they said in unison before boarding the train. Y/N and Arthur stayed until they saw all the children on the train. He looked behind her, tilting his head as if he wanted Y/N to look. She turned around. Remus had arrived. He was loading his bag, and Y/N quickly hid behind Arthur. "You still haven't..." he said.

"Not since Sirius was arrested," she said with a sigh, waiting until he boarded the train.

"What are you going to do? You’re both teachers at Hogwarts; are you going to avoid him?"

"If that’s what it takes..." she said.

As she said before, their relationship was complicated. She didn't hate him; she sent him Christmas cards every year, but that was all. You would understand if you knew her story.

Flashback to 1976

The Great Hall at Hogwarts was filled with laughter and screams as chickens suddenly ran wild over Gryffindor's table. Clucking from the hens echoed as students tried to help catch them, but everything only got worse. Bowls were knocked over, and food spilled over students and their schoolbooks. James looked at Sirius and laughed hysterically.

"It's not funny, Potter!" snapped Lily, who sat further back at the table. "Arresto Momentum!" she shouted, and suddenly the chickens slowed down so the students could catch them. "My goodness, we are a bunch of wizards, and no one thought to use magic to catch them?" she said, then called out, "Evanesco," and suddenly they were gone again.

Sirius glared at her. "Now my chicken wings are gone," he said irritably, though with a hint of humor.

"You had the entire spell backward. You're supposed to transform chickens into chicken wings," Remus explained while the others cleaned up after the chickens.

Sirius sighed. "Well, I don't exactly have a chicken, do I?" he said grumpily.

James raised his eyebrows.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"You're off today and not saying much. What's wrong?"

"What do you mean, off? I'm learning, aren't I?"

James shook his head.

"We're the best in our class at Transfiguration. We're actually..." he leaned in, whispering, "Animagi ourselves." He straightened up again. "What's the matter?"

Sirius rolled his eyes and gave in.

"Y/N," he said.

James smirked. "She turned you down, didn't she?"

"It's not funny," Sirius said. "This has never happened to me before."

James chuckled, and Sirius punched him on the arm. Remus observed Sirius; it was unusual for him to even care about being rejected. Usually, he would just give up and move on to the next girl. But something about this girl made Sirius persist.

"You need to show her you care," said Remus, causing Sirius to look up.

"What did you say?" Sirius asked.

"Talk to her. Get to know her. Give her something she would appreciate. Be her friend first," said Remus.

Sirius groaned. "But that takes forever."

"Or you could give up and pay me directly," said James, extending his hand.

Sirius shook his head. "Never," he said.

Back at Hogwarts, 1993.

Y/N walked briskly through Hogwarts' stone corridors, her cloak billowing behind her. It had been a long day of Alchemy lessons. She just wanted to get to her room, pull a blanket over herself, and find a moment of peace.

But the peace shattered like glass when she saw him at the door to her office.

Remus Lupin.

His face, tired and lined with age, showed a cautious joy when he saw her. "Y/N," he said softly, as if her name was something fragile. Her grip on the scrolls tightened.

"Professor Lupin," she replied coldly.

For a moment, something flickered in his eyes, but he held his composure. "I was hoping to talk to you."

"So you talk to me now?" She scoffed. "You could have talked to me when my world fell apart?"

Remus sighed and ran his hand through his graying hair. "I understand why you're angry. I should have said something—"

"You knew," she interrupted, her voice low and dangerous. "You knew about their bet. You knew he only approached me to prove something to James."

He opened his mouth to protest, but she raised her hand. "And yet you set us up. You, of all people, who should have warned me."

"It was never just a bet for him," Remus said quietly. "He loved you."

"And yet," she said, her eyes icy, "that's all I was. A game. A bet. And when everything fell apart, when Sirius... when he killed them..." Her voice cracked at the thought of James and Lily. "Why did you say nothing? Why did you leave me there, alone, without an explanation?"

Remus looked down at his hands, his lightly trembling fingers betraying more than his face. "I thought... I thought he was guilty. Just like you did."

"And yet you were the one who set us up," she hissed. "You, who knew what he and James planned. Why, Remus? Why play with my heart as if it meant nothing?"

He took a deep, shuddering breath. "He cared when you turned him down. I think you... he liked you too much to give up."

Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Or maybe he just wanted to win," she said, and Remus shook his head.

"I don't think so. He got better when he was with you. You changed him," Remus said.

Y/N scoffed. "He got better? He betrayed us all. He killed my friends. And you, you did nothing to stop it. Nothing to warn me."

Remus fell silent with weighed down by the chain of guilt around his chest, Remus spoke softly, "I have no excuses, Y/N. Only regret."

She stared at him for a long moment, then shook her head. "Regret won't change anything. You may be a professor now, but to me, you'll always be the one who let me fall apart."

She turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing into the silence. Remus stood still, with nothing but the shadow of his past for company.

Sirius Black x reader

Masterlist

The news about Sirius spread quickly. He was on the front page of every newspaper in the wizarding world and plastered on "have you seen this wizard" posters throughout Diagon Alley. Shopping today was a hassle, but Harry needed to buy his school books. A few days ago, Harry Potter, her godson, rang her doorbell, expressing that he was tired of living with the Dursleys. She knew there was a reason he had to stay there instead of with her, but what could she do? Send him away? "Listen, Harry, you can't live here. Just go away."

She helped him with the shopping, but her mind was consumed with thoughts of Sirius, as all Harry talked about was him. Harry knew that Sirius had known his parents. One day, she even went down to the basement and dug up a box from old times. Inside, she found her uniform, her Head Girl badge, and her heart sank when she saw the rose he had made for her. That was how he had won her over. She had saved everything from their relationship, not really understanding why... but she had. She didn’t want to delve into the box; everything inside represented her emotional time with Sirius, and she didn’t want to think about it. However, she found a photo album. "Perfect," she thought. "Harry will appreciate this."

After dinner, she handed the album to Harry. He thanked her and settled into an old, worn armchair in front of the fireplace, the album resting in his lap as he slowly flipped through its pages, his fingers tracing over the faded photographs of his parents.

One picture caught his eye: James, wearing his Gryffindor Quidditch jersey, grinning widely, while Lily stood beside him, arms crossed, shaking her head but unable to hide her smile. Harry felt a familiar heaviness in his chest—a strange mix of closeness and distance. He knew they had been happy. He knew they loved him. But he had never felt that love himself.

He swallowed hard and turned the page.

The next image made him stop.

It was Y/N—younger, around 16 or 17—standing next to a dark-haired man with gray, tousled eyes. They were at the Gryffindor table, Sirius had his arm casually slung around her shoulder, eating from a bowl on the table. Y/N was laughing at something he must have said, looking at him with joy. Even though they weren’t looking directly at the camera, there was a naturalness in their closeness.

Harry furrowed his brow. "Y/N?"

She looked up from the desk where she was sorting parchment, her body freezing for a moment.

"Yes?"

"You knew him."

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

Y/N slowly set down her quill and walked over to him with calm steps. When she looked down at the picture, something softened in her expression—sorrow, longing, perhaps something else Harry couldn’t quite place.

"Yes," she said quietly. "I knew him."

Harry glanced back at the album. There were more pictures of them. One where Sirius lay sprawled in the grass, eyes closed, while Y/N lay on her stomach next to him, drawing something with her wand in the air. Another where he was holding her in his arms, spinning her around, her laughter captured for eternity.

And then there was a picture of them kissing.

That made Harry freeze. He looked up at her again, his voice uncertain. "Were you...?"

Y/N took a deep breath, but her gaze didn’t waver.

"We were engaged," she finally said.

It felt like the air in the room shifted. Engaged. It wasn’t just that she had known him, not just that she had been his friend. She had loved him. Harry stared down at the photos again, and suddenly, Sirius Black felt even more... real. Not just a name in a newspaper, not just a traitor.

"So... why is he—?"

Y/N closed her eyes for a brief moment, as if gathering herself.

"It was a lie, Harry," she finally said. "Everything he said, everything he did... it was a lie."

It wasn’t a lie. Not entirely. But she knew Harry. He was too much like James. He would go after Sirius if he knew the truth, and she couldn’t let him do that.

"Can I ask how you two got together?" Harry asked, looking at Y/N curiously. "I mean, I know you come from such different backgrounds..."

"That's true," Y/N replied with a sigh. "Sirius belonged to the House of Black, one of those families that believes they are something just because they're pureblood..." She shook her head. "But you're not..."

"I'm half-blood," Y/N explained with a small smile. "You do know that Arthur Weasley and I are cousins?" Harry dropped his jaw in surprise.

Y/N looked at him with a slight smile. "Yes, it’s true. I might not have red hair, but we share the same stubbornness. My father was a Muggle. I think even Arthur got his interest in muggles from him."

Harry blinked in astonishment. "But how did you end up with Sirius Black?"

Y/N paused for a moment, extinguishing the lights on the tables as a faint memory of their time together flashed in her mind. "I'd rather not talk about it, Harry. Besides, you have to get up early tomorrow and catch the train..." she quickly added, trying to steer the conversation away from the painful memories.

"Oh, come on! The Dursleys never cared about bedtime," Harry whined with a crooked smile.

"That's not an argument for staying up late. Off to bed, Harry!" Y/N smiled, but her heart felt heavy.

As Harry disappeared up the stairs, Y/N felt the thoughts of Sirius begin to overwhelm her. She remembered his laughter, his intense eyes, and the way he always challenged her. A flood of memories washed over her, and she allowed herself to sink into the flashback that began to play in her mind...

Flashback 1976, Hogwarts.

(A/N: I'm very much aware that should i stay or should I go, is the 80s but I just reallly like the 80s music better and it fits sirius better. So 80s is now in the 70s!)

The famous fancast, ben barnes and aaron johnson, etc as the marauders

Gryffindor Common Room in the '70s was a lively and colorful place, dominated by red and gold. The walls were dressed in deep red velvet, and the soft light from floating candles cast a warm glow over the worn but inviting furniture. Students gathered in groups, laughing and chatting about everything from lessons to the latest Quidditch match, with a sense of camaraderie and adventure hanging in the air. In one corner sat Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, and Sirius Black. James, with his characteristic messy hair, leaned back in an armchair while Sirius, with his dark, wavy hair, was captivated by the music playing on an old Muggle record player. "Should I Stay or Should I Go" filled the room, and Sirius nodded to the rhythm.

"Five Galleons that you fail," James said, leaning against the back of the armchair with his arms crossed and a confident grin on his face.

Sirius looked up from his seat, one eyebrow raised. "Fail at what, exactly?"

James nodded towards the other side of the room, where Y/N sat in one of the soft sofas with a book in her lap. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, completely unaware of their gazes.

"Getting her to fall for you."

Sirius scoffed. "Please, Potter, I've had every girl in this school fall for me. Do you really think she would be any different?"

James chuckled. "Yeah, actually. She thinks you're an arrogant, self-absorbed git. Her words, not mine."

Sirius leaned back in his chair, watching her as she turned the page of her book. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and as she reached for her quill, he saw a spark of determination in her eyes.

Okay. Challenge accepted.

He stood up and walked over to her, his most charming smile in place.

"Y/N," he greeted.

She barely looked up. "Black."

Not even a small smile. Interesting.

He sank into the sofa opposite her and leaned casually against the armrest. "So, what are you reading?"

She turned to the next page. "Something you wouldn't understand."

His smile widened. "Oh? And what would that be?"

Y/N sighed, but there was a hint of irritation in her voice as she said, "Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. Something that requires concentration. So if you'll excuse me—"

"I like Defense Against the Dark Arts," Sirius interrupted, leaning closer. "In fact, I'm quite good at it."

She raised her eyes, and for the first time, she really looked at him. Her eyes narrowed. "You like to fight, Black. That's not the same thing."

Sirius let out a low laugh. Okay, she was smart. Sharp. He liked that.

"So, what do I have to do to make you smile a little?" he asked, tilting his head.

She stared at him for a few seconds before pouting. "Stop talking."

He burst out laughing. "Ouch, you're hurting me, Y/N."

"I can live with that."

And with that, she turned back to her book, completely ignoring him.

When Sirius returned to James and Remus, James was shaking his head with a broad smile. "You're so doomed, mate."

Sirius ran a hand through his dark hair and glanced back at Y/N, who still seemed entirely unaware of him.

Okay.

pairing: post-azkaban!sirius black x female!reader

content: frustration, arguing, wounds, death, grief, pregnancy

summary: you’re pregnant with sirius’ child and the two of you are cooking dinner when buckbeak is mysteriously injured. against sirius’ wishes you attempt to help tend to the creature’s wound. whilst arguing with you to let him deal with it, buckbeak accidentally bucks up and you receive a gash in your arm. you run off in tears after sirius yells at you. that’s when sirius is called to the ministry to save harry, and though he tries to apologize when he leaves, you’re too stubborn to reply.

note: i originally posted this on a different account, but i'm switching it over to make this my main account.

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"You shouldn't be in here." You heard the voice of your husband scold you slightly.

Just minutes ago, you had both been trying making dinner for two, which wasn't going too well. It was a new thing for both of you. Sirius had always had food made for him, whether it was by a house-elf or a fellow magic-maker. Your father was a Muggle and had been brought up by a single mother, so he taught you the essential cooking skills, but over the summer Molly had been so intent on keeping you off your feet when the announcement of your pregnancy came about that you had become a bit rusty.

But then you both had heard Buckbeard let out a sharp cry of pain. Sirius rushed up the stairs with you waddling closely behind him to find an angry hippogriff with a deep gash. Sirius tried pushing you out of the room to keep you from getting injured, but you had refused due to the pure fact that you had become too fond of the creature to leave. Now, you were attempting the clean out the wound while Sirius tried to hold him still.

"I can do this myself." He grumbled.

"Just let me help. I've almost got it." You replied with, dabbing at the cut.

A shriek and a yell later and you were leaning against a wall holding your upper arm. Blood coated your fingers and was dripping onto the ground along with your teardrops. Sirius rushed to you, shaking his head as he gently grabbed your arm.

"You should have listened to me." He sighed out. "Now get out and fix that. I can't remember any healing spells." He continued and moved back to Buckbeak, who was waiting

"I'm fine." You said, moving toward Buckbeak, only wincing a bit when you moved your arm.

You grabbed a roll of bandages and started to try to dress Buckbeak's wound. You had dropped it at least three times before Sirius pushed you away from the beast.

"Go." He said firmly, pointing to the door.

"I'm fine." You said through gritted teeth as you were attempting to move past him.

Sirius had finally snapped. He loved you too much to let you do this. He shook his head angrily and took a few steps back when he saw no movement from you.

"Just get out, goddammit!" He yelled, turning away from you.

You stumbled back, the hand of your uninjured arm immediately going to your swollen stomach. You let out a shaky breath as you turned and waddled out of the room, slowly padding down the stairs. You grabbed a kitchen towel from the counter and wrapped it around your arm. You couldn't heal it magically at the moment because you had injured your wand arm. You wiped away the single tear that had rolled down your face and wobbled over to a chair. You sat there for at least an hour, simultaneously hating yourself and cursing Sirius out in your head. You occasionally checked on your injury, lifting the blood-stained towel up to see an ugly gash. You only faintly heard Kreacher's voice from another room but thought nothing of it. The house-elf always talked to himself, and you didn't feel the desire to hear more slurs about your blood status.

The front door of the house banged open to reveal an out of breath Remus. You frowned at him.

"Where's Sirius?" He breathed out frantically.

You pointed to the stairs meekly just as Sirius came rushing down.

"What's going on?" He asked Remus, the glanced at you to see if you were okay.

You didn't even look at him. Instead, you stared at the tablecloth in front of you. You were too scared to look at Sirius, but not of him. You were scared of what you would do if you did look at him.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named lured Harry to the Ministry," Remus said quickly, grabbing out his wand from inside his jacket.

You looked up at this. Harry was like your nephew. You had immediately gotten along with the boy when you two first met, back when Sirius was in Azkaban. The Potter had only been eleven, and at that time, Dumbledore had introduced you as merely one of James' friends rather than Sirius' lover. You had been close to James before he was killed by the Dark Lord. He had treated you as his sister, and you had treated him as your brother because your own was too busy 'ruling the school' with Lucius Malfoy. You were treated as one of the boys, though you had never learned of the Marauder's Map until it was in Harry's possession. He had let you hang with the four Gryffindors most of the time, and they had all joked with you.

Then you had taken a special liking for one of the boys when fourth year rolled around. Sirius had always seemed to make sure you were happy, and sometimes even made you promise to cheer for him at Quidditch games. Your hands had grazed the other's frequently, and that was about the only time you ever saw Sirius blush. He had finally decided to ask you out on a date around Christmas time. It was just a simple butterbeer together at Three Broomsticks, but it was enough. You two had had butterbeer together before, but only in the presence of Remus, Peter, and James. This time it would be alone.

After the drinks, Sirius walked you back to the Gryffindor common room and just before you had headed off to the girls' dormitory, he had swiftly grabbed your face and placed a kiss upon your lips. You kissed back, of course, and that had led to you two cuddling and being as romantic as can be on the sofa. The only problem you two had not thought of was James. He had walked in on the two after a great day in Hogsmeade. He didn't seem to like his best friend being an item with his 'sister'. This led to an early bedtime for you both. By morning, Sirius had convinced James that he would keep you safe, and you had promised that you would still cheer for him at his Quidditch games. You were made one of Lily's bridesmaids and Sirius was made James' best man. At your own wedding, you had asked Lily to be your maid of honor, and Sirius had practically begged James to help him with his vows and be his best man.

So to say that you had felt a special bond with Harry was an understatement. You waited for Remus to continue with something, anything that would make you feel better. But he didn't. Instead, Sirius sprang into action. He told Remus to beat him there so he could make sure Harry was safe enough, swiped his wand from off the counter, and slipped on his shoes. He rushed over to you and placed a kiss on your lips just as he had done the first time.

"I love you, (Y/N/N)." He told you.

When you didn't answer him, he sighed.

"I'll be back." He declared before Apparating out of the home.

You instantly regretted not answering him. You moved from the chair you were sitting on to the bedroom you two shared, which was just Sirius' old bedroom with some of your things inside. You let your hand graze over the pictures of the two of you, of James and him, of the Marauders all together, and of just you. You gently laid yourself onto the bed and closed your eyes, cherishing the silence. You could smell Sirius on the blankets and pillows. It helped you fall asleep, but it didn't keep you asleep.

Only a half an hour later, you woke up with tears streaming down your face. You had the worst nightmare ever, one where Sirius died hating you. You couldn't stand it. You placed your feet onto the ground and walked out to the living area. You sat on the sofa and waited. You felt like you had been waiting forever before you finally heard the familiar sound of the door opening. You rushed as fast as you could to the door, greeting who you thought was Sirius with a hug.

"(Y/N)." You heard Remus' voice.

You threw yourself off of him and looked at him with concern. You noticed that Sirius was nowhere to be seen.

"Remus, where is he? Where's Sirius? I need to say something to him." You told the werewolf.

Remus looked as if he had swallowed a giant pill. He looked pained and weak. You frowned softly at the man, looking up into his eyes as you waited for his answer. He looked down at you and wrapped you in a hug. You immediately pulled away, sensing something was wrong.

"What happened? Is he hurt? Did he get caught by the Ministry?" You asked him, a million and one scenarios going through your head.

Remus shook his head. He gulped down a breath and stumbled into the house further. He practically fell down onto a chair, staring into space and running a hand through his hair briefly.

"(Y/N), he-he's dead. Bellatrix Lestrange killed him and -" Remus said softly, his voice breaking.

He looked up at you, tears streaming down his face. You couldn't comprehend his words at first. When it finally clicked, your face fell, along with your body. Remus had barely made it to your falling form before you hit the ground. He held you on the floor as you sobbed, clutching onto his shirt and gulping for air. All you could feel was pain and heartbreak.

You blamed Bellatrix, you blamed Voldemort, you even blamed yourself. Why hadn't you kissed him back? Why hadn't you told him that you loved him? Why did you get upset over something that was truly your fault?

You must have been sitting there for an hour before a knock on the door came about. Remus slowly helped you stand and supported you as he led you over to a chair. He then walked to the door, wand at the ready. He swung the door open with his wand pointed at the person behind it.

Molly Weasley had a forlorn look on her face. She shoved past Remus and practically ran over to you before wrapping you in her arms. She always treated you like her own child, ever since you met, which was sometimes a bit annoying because of the smothering, but most times it was endearing. Molly pulled away after a few moments. She looked you over and caught a glimpse of your arm. She gasped at the bloody mess, drew her wand from inside her bag, placed the tip of her wand near the injury, and muttered something. Instantly your arm healed, leaving you with no trace of an encounter with Buckbeak. You sniffled softly, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

"Now, you will come with me back to the Burrow. Go pack whatever you will need to bring, and I will find means of traveling. Apparating will hurt the baby, and I don't seem to have any Floo powder." Molly said, looking through her gigantic bag.

You did as she said, and packed everything you could. Your clothes, your toiletries, your favorite objects, and of course, every picture you could find that wasn't magically stuck to the wall. You carried the bag back to where Molly was. She immediately grabbed your bag from you and shoved it into Remus' arms. She then gently wrapped your traveling cloak around you and grabbed your hand. She led you outside the house, locking the door behind her with a flick of her wrist. You were carefully placed inside a taxi, with Molly next to you, Remus next to Molly. Molly gave the driver the address, stroking your hair gently as you leaned into her.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" The driver asked, attempting small talk.

Remus didn't say anything back. You held back a sob and snuggled into Molly even more, your tears streaming down your face faster now. Molly just nodded sadly and continued to stroke your hair. The driver didn't say anything else after that.

When you finally reached the Burrow, it was daylight. You hadn't gotten any sleep since your little nap, but you couldn't sleep alone. You had barely been left alone since Sirius had escaped from Azkaban. You slept with him, you ate with him, you cleaned with him, you cooked with him, you had even taken showers with the man. Before your pregnancy, it had been a sexy time with him. But when you had started growing a baby bump, he didn't want you to somehow pull a muscle by washing your hair. It sometimes was a bit bothersome, but it was also sweet. He was so excited to be a father. He never let you get too cold or too warm. He kept you stuffed with all your favorite foods.

But now he was gone. You were alone in this world until your child was born, a child you would have to raise alone. Your child wouldn't have a father. No one to check under the bed for monsters. No one to tease you with. You choked back a sob, knowing that Molly and Remus were trying to sleep. You softly rubbed your stomach and looked out into the garden.

After hours of Molly smothering you with every form of love she had, you were finally left alone again. The moonlight streamed in through the window of the room you were staying in. The stars shone brightly on the country hills. You quietly made your way down to the garden, then sat on a bench out there. You snuggled into your sweater and looked up at the night sky. You saw a particular star shining the brightest. Sirius. You wiped away the tear that had fallen and smile sadly at the diamond-like thing.

"I love you too." You whispered to it, remembering Sirius' last words to you.

why did i feel the need to write a sad sirius imagine as my first one? i have no idea, but there are more coming don't you worry.

another young justice inspo

You and Sirius!

*You and Lily were watching the marauders fooling around in the room of requirements, you were both talking when you realised that Lily had her focus elsewhere. You noticed it was James*

Y/N: You know if you weren’t interested in me anymore you could have just said so.

Lily: *snaps out of trans* Oh shut up. 

Y/N: So you and James have been awfully close.

Lily: That's nothing…

Y/N:C’mon Lils you two would be perfect with each other.

Lily: It's complicated.

Y/N: Sure it is, it's like Fire and water you and him.

Lily: But you know who would make the cutest couple? 

Y/N: Who?

Lily: You and Siriussss. 

*You both look at the him in animagus form trying to catch his tail and when he did you turn to each other again*

Y/N: Sure…

Lily: C’mon you're so full of passion and he's so full of … uhm.*looks back at him trying to look for good traits, while sirius himself was hexing peter repeatedly in his human form*

Y/N: It?

Remus Lupin x Reader 

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, fighting, shoving, 

" Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/-'

" What James?"

Her voice came out sounding irritated and annoyed as her face showed the same emotions while glaring halfheartedly at the other boy in the room.

James looked down, slowly twirling the quill in his hand and pursed his lips lightly in a nervously pronounced way. Then, he looked up at her, cheekily pushing his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose.

" Well, since Sirius and Remus are in detention and Peter's out getting sweets, I was wondering if you'd like to do something other than homework... maybe one of the things we used to do together?"

His voice came out hesitant, as if he expected her to get angered at the suggestion. Of course they'd only just reconnected with Y/n and still did openly expect her to get mad easily. Y/n felt a twang of guilt string at her heart and James immediately saw the sorrowful look on her face. The girl coughed into her fist and glanced back up to James, beginning to put her papers away.

" Yeah, of- of course James. Just give me a minute to and we can do something."

" It's been a while since we composed, d'ya wanna try that again?"

Y/n timidly looked up and nodded, subconsciously pulling her black cloak tighter around her shoulders. James let out a sigh and started to collect the papers and materials needed for them to write.

Y/n watched as the boy bent over and started to rifle through his trunk and watched as he paused and stopped his actions.

" What happened to you Y/n? What, what made you stop, why did you change? It might not' even been much to you but to us it was like ripping our hearts out Y/n."

The boy turned around to look at her and the girls heart broke.

James looked in her eyes and his face was filled with pain, he was on the brink of tears.

" Do you even know what that feels like Y/n?"

He had to pause and compose himself before continuing.

" Do you even know how it feels for your best friend, your Godamn family, to just walk by one day and decide that you're not good enough? For them to just look at you and say enough with this? It feels like hell Y/n! IT FEELS LIKE BLOODY DAMN HELL Y/N!"

" I KNOW JAMES! Do you even stop and think about how I felt when my dad left? Do you even stop and think about how hard having to do that was on me too? Did you even begin to suspect that I did that for you guys' safety?!"

By that time Y/n had gotten to her feet and had been standing nearly a foot away from James.

" NO I DIDN'T Y/N BECAUSE YOU PUSHED US AWAY AND DIDN'T TELL HIS BLOODY SHIT!"

James pulled his arms up and shoved Y/n back, pushing her to the floor where she scrambled to her feet, moving back towards James. The teenager before her was fuming, absolutely fuming. So when Y/n came back near him, James in his anger-clouded state of mind's first thought was to shove her backwards into a dresser.

" So excuse me if I don't immediately recognize that you pushed us away for our 'safety' when all you did was break our hearts."

The boy stood over the girl as she lay on the ground and scoffed. James began to wait for her to get back up.

Y/n always got back up. She was just that kind of person, immediately rebounding in a fight.

The seconds that had passed turned into minutes and soon James found himself kneeling next to her limp form beside his bed, gently shaking her shoulders.

" Y/n?"

The boy lightly shook her again and worry quickly spread his mind along with horrible, horrible thoughts.

" Y/n, Y/n stop playing with me and get up."

The boy found himself moments later fruitlessly shaking her limp body, tears clouding his vision as he lay begging for her to wake up and tell him it was a prank.

The boy sunk back onto his foot and gently wrapped his right arm under her waist, pulling her body into a sitting position to see the top of her head and his dresser stained with blood.

" James what happened?"

He turned to see Sirius and Remus standing in the rooms doorway and moved his mouth, attempting to find words.

His attempt was unsuccessful.

Sirius took a careful step into the dormitory, as if expecting the girl to jump up and say surprise. After sensing that she wouldn't be doing anything of the sort Sirius came closer to the two and knelt next to James, taking Y/n in his arms and lightly turning her body over. The boy looked at the blood on her head and on James' hand and, his mind still trying to confirm what was happening, he turned and looked at Remus; his words coming out soft as if someone else had spoken them.

" There's blood.... James why, why's there blood on your hands? Why, why's her head bleeding?"

Remus, still standing frozen in the doorway, kept his eyes trained on Y/n as he stated, his voice quiet and full of subtle anger, " You pushed her."

James, still in shock of the situation sunk back down on his knees and his face fell blank of emotion, " I can't believe I pushed her..."

Sirius, still moving the girls body into his arms, looked over at James. " You pushed Y/n? Into a sharp-edged dresser?"

Remus walked further into the room and stood directly infront of James, his anger masked by a calm that Sirius wasn't ashamed to call psychopathic.

" You shoved Y/n into a dresser. Why did you shove my girlfriend into a dresser James?"

James shook his head and continued to stare at the limp woman by his feet.

" I don't know..."

Immediately Remus snapped, hands coming down to pull James off the floor and against the wall where he held him steadfast by the collar of his shirt.

" Well you better find a reason fast because you just shoved my Bloody-Damn Girlfriend into a Fuckin Dresser and SHE ISNT WAKING UP!"

James's bottom lip trembled and he whimpered out, " I didn't mean to Remus, it was an accident-'

" ACCIDENT MY ASS! HOW WOULD YOU 'ACCIDENTALLY' SHOVE SOMEONE INTO A DRESSER AND KNOCK THEM OUT JAMES?! GIVE ME A WAY TO FUCKING DO THAT!"

Sirius stood up and had to pull Remus away from James by the shoulders before he slammed the boys face into a wall. James' face was grim and he looked on the edge of tears as he sunk down to the floor and braced his arms behind his head.

" I didn't mean to."

His voice was trembling and soon he found himself lowly repeating the phrase as tears fell down his cheeks and Sirius held Y/n.

Remus watched James sob on the floor and went to take Y/n out of Sirius's arms, turning to leave the room with said boy. ________________________________

" Tell me you're lying Madam Pomfrey."

" I'm sorry Mr. Lupin but I simply can't lie to you about this. I'm sorry-'

" NO IT CAN'T BE TRUE!"

The boy quickly turned to Sirius and fisted his shirt, pointing at the matron.

" Tell me it's a lie Sirius. Tell me it's a lie!"

Remus had to be held around the middle to keep from screaming out and Sirius couldn't refrain him from running over next to Y/n's bedside and grasping her hand, his head on her stomach.

" C'mon wake up baby. Wake up for me Y/n."

The boy's voice had been brought up to a crack as his voice was muffled by the tears in his throat. Sirius moved over and wrapped his  arms around Remus's middle, pulling him back to his chest as he sobbed.

His voice sounded so broken, so utterly vulnerable.

" It can't be true Sirius... I need her in my life." ________________________________ *Laughs in high pitched cackle-

I'm just gonna clarify that this is not the end of the book and that Remus isn't gonna run off and kiss some random girl and fall in love again.

This is an x Reader and it will stay that way.

 Ight so let me just start by saying, 

Your Body Does Not define You.

You Are Fucking Beautiful, Do Not Let Anyone Tell You Different!

Now, this be a request from my friend, @herclodlawyerbear  I hope ya like itttt.

________________________________________________________________Dating Sirius Black, Plus Sized Reader addition:

Mini dates at Hogsmeade every other weekend, You can’t change my mind

This man will spoil you shitless, also can’t change my mind

He’d be overprotective of you too so if someone looks at you the wrong way he’ll probably end up snogging you in a dark corner somewhere the second later to make the bad thoughts disappear and show you how much he loves you no matter what

SPEAKING OF OVERPROTECTIVENESS- Someone looks at you and makes a crude comment about you or a rude and impolite one, that person best be running because he won’t give them a warning before spells and fists are flying

If you’re Sirius’s baby then your a friend of his friends, (unless you’re like one of his side-hoes no offense)

You know Sirius loves you too bc it took a while for him to get past that emotional barrier and he isn’t aboutta go an do something stupid to screw that progress up

This man loves hugging you from behind, I mean, I don’t know why but he just loves being able to hold you in any way, shape or form

Speaking of that, if you two decided to nap his favorite position would be where you’re laying in-between his thighs and- he just l o v e s holding you

Ight which also means at any meal basically he likes sitting next to you and keeping an arm around you or on you

Which is a good thing because he makes you go to every meal with him to make sure you don’t skip

WHICH MEANS- You’re sick? He’s Bringing You Food No Questions Asked. Period? c h o c o l a t e c u d d l e f e s t  and m a s s a g e s. 

Hey, remember when I mentioned he likes holding you? 

Yeahhhh- 

So, let’s just say Sirius loves your arms. He likes the flabby part, the tiny part, your hands, your fingers- basically he just loves your arms

So if you wear one of his shirts or jackets (etc.) he ends up holding you

But if you didn’t already know, when he holds you he usually keeps his arms where he can feel your heartbeat/pulse or your arms/midsection

Which is why he hugs you a lot and keeps his arms around you often

this bitch don’t care if we in class-

Also, I forgot to mention that when he wins quidditch matches he doesn’t hug anyone or anything until he has you in his stronghold

a/e he finds you, runs up to you, will literally pick you up and do an in-the-air spin, kiss you and everywhere on your face about twenty times, then he precedes to hug his best mates

h e  l o v e s  y o u  t h a t  m u c h

Well shit this is longer than I thought it would be-

ANYWAY- I hope you liked this Cally.

And if anyone wants to request another P.S. headcanon or one-shot feel free!

Warning- I don't think anything

Word Count - 1688

“Can I come in” Sirius said knocking on the door in the room I was in. “Please, i’ll close my eyes and not even look at the wedding dress, I wanna see you,” He pleaded making me smile. 

“Sirius Black leave now, you can not see the bride on the wedding day, you’ll see her soon,” Molly said opening the door, Sirius tried poking his head in but Remus pulled him back.

“He’s never changed, been like that since Hogwarts,” I said smiling and looking at myself in the mirror, my vale was hanging to almost my ass and my dress was strapless and like a ball gown, everything I imagined.

“You look beautiful y/n,” Hermione said walking into the room and smiling, she was dressed in a pink long dress, she was one of my bridesmaids I had chosen.

“Thank you, is it bad i’m so nervous,” I said to her, even know I was older then her we related to a lot of things.