Sirius has some serious making up to do later if he still wants to be a "good boy"!
This is based on a cute dog I saw on Pinterest, and it was supposed to be a quick sketch for the draw prongsfoot badly challenge, but then I kinda liked it? And then I got sucked in until I found myself shading...
It was actually quite freeing to just draw with the intention of it being bad, so I guess the challenge is serving its purpose after all 😅
Idk how many Canadians I have following me, but just in case you haven’t seen it yet; there’s a petition with the House of Commons to have musk’s dual citizenship revoked
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There’s also one calling to cease government use of Twitter as a form of public communication
hi !! for sirius requests, what about a whimsical! reader x jealous! sirius?? i think it would be fun to think about what would cause it and whimsical! reader would probably be a little oblivious 🤔
if not, feel free to ignore! i love ur works 🫶🫶
Thanks for requesting angel !
cw: jealousy/possessiveness, Sirius losing it a bit, James and Remus being reasonable but also here for the drama, reader is hit on and is oblivious so I wouldn't call it cheating but beware if that's gonna be weird for you
Sirius Black x whimsical!reader ♡ 955 words
“Sirius, mate.” There’s laughter in James’ voice, a hint of knowing humor. “You’re gonna break a tooth.”
Sirius unclenches his jaw almost reluctantly. He needs a physical outlet for his ire. If he doesn’t grind his teeth, he’s going to break the pint in his hand, he’s sure of it.
“Can’t glare him out of existence either,” Remus hums, sounding altogether too smug. Remus finds endless amusement in Sirius’ torment, will likely recount it to you later so you can laugh at him together. Sirius makes a mental note to salt Remus’ coffee the next time he has opportunity.
You’re a funny sight in the rowdy pub, lovely, resplendent, your long skirt with its grass stains a notable contrast to the jeans and trackies surrounding you. You slip between tables like a wood nymph, like a creature plucked from the next world. Sirius wishes he were the only one to notice, to admire you, but often he isn’t.
You’ve been arrested on your way to the bar. It’s Sirius’ fault for not going to get your drink for you, really, but he wasn’t expecting some bloke to chat you up for so long you sat down with him. Now you’re all lovely and resplendent sitting at the bar with another man, and James is right—Sirius very well might break a tooth over it. His, or preferably someone else’s.
“Oh god, this is really dire, isn’t it?” James whispers to Remus. He has terrible friends, Sirius thinks. He should get rid of them both. “He’s gone all quiet and broody.”
“Mm. Might never speak again.”
“You think?”
“If we’re lucky.”
“Y/n seems rather fond of him speaking, though. Maybe she will run off with some other bloke then.”
You smile at something the man says, and Sirius’ chair is shoved back before he knows he’s doing it.
“Wait, wait.” James is laughing now, the prick. He reaches out to hold Sirius’ arm. “We’re only joking. She’s fine, mate, relax.”
“I know,” Sirius says, clipped. “I’m going to get her so she can be fine over here instead.”
Remus hums. “Seems like she’s beating you to it.”
Sirius turns back around, and you’re headed towards them, smiling with four drinks in your hands. Four large, fruity-looking drinks.
“Hi,” James greets you, eyebrows lifting, “are these for us?”
“Mhm.” You set them down on the table, sliding one to each of the boys. “I’m not sure what’s in them, but I asked for something sweet. Is that alright?”
“More than alright.” James nods enthusiastically, claiming his. “Thanks, lovely.”
“Did you make a friend?” Sirius asks. He can hear the grit in his own voice, but you don’t seem to. Your head only bobs placidly.
“Yeah. A man at the bar said he wanted to buy me a drink, but I told him I wouldn’t feel right about it if he didn’t get some for my friends, too.” You guide your straw to your mouth, sipping. “His name is Marty, he seems very nice.”
“Is that what you called us, then? Your friends?”
You look perplexed. “Well, James and Remus are my friends. Is that okay?”
Sirius softens. “Yeah,” he says, tearing his gaze away from Marty to look at you. “Sure it is. C’mere, doll.”
You know what he wants without asking, moving your drink before slipping onto his lap unquestioningly. Sirius slips his arms around your waist, thumb stroking near your hip. You turn your face so your words brush his cheek.
“You’re my friend, too, you know,” you say, softly. “Even if you’re also my love.”
That makes Sirius smile, ignoring the way James and Remus are murmuring and snickering with each other. “Yeah?”
“Of course.” You touch his arm. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, and you slip a finger inside one absently, running the circumference of his bicep. Little shivers of electricity crackle upwards from your touch.
“Thanks, angel. I like that you’re my friend, too.”
Conversation becomes easier after a while. Sirius finds he can talk with his friends, even laugh, so long as he keeps his hold on you and makes sure that every time Marty looks over at you, it’s Sirius’ eyes he meets instead. You seem oblivious to it all, the looking and the touching and the intermittent, silent fury that radiates off your boyfriend every time he remembers Marty making you smile, but after you’ve all finished your drinks you lean back and put your nose to Sirius’ cheek.
“I don’t think,” you murmur, nosing at his stubble almost absently, “that Marty is going to buy us any more drinks if you keep looking at him like that.”
Remus, overhearing, turns a smile into his glass. Sirius tries to act surprised. “Me? How am I looking at him?”
“You’re being mean.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.” You deliver this news ever so gently, with a kiss to his jaw. “I don’t see why. He was nice to us.”
“He was nice to you,” Sirius says automatically, some of the vitriol returning to his tone. He squeezes your hip just to feel the solidity of you in his hands. “I don’t think he’d have been quite so nice if he knew you had a boyfriend, sweetness.”
Your brows come together. “Why not?”
Oh, you’re adorable. Sirius kisses your frown, his fondness for you almost eclipsing his pique. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get our drinks from now on, okay?”
“Okay,” you say, dubious. “Though I don’t see why we’d turn down free drinks if someone wants to be kind.”
“Let me be kind to you, doll. Okay?”
You soften, your eyes going sweet and liquid. “You’re always kind to me.”
Sirius kisses you again, grinning now. “Damn right.”
Sirius + cat animagus!reader when she sees him petting another cat and gets jealous
"Darling," Sirius calls, but you don't turn from where you're sunbathing in the window of his dorm room. You probably should have done this in your own bedroom, because he has every right to pick you up and toss you out if he wanted to, but you know he won't, and you continue soaking up the sun on your furry little face.
"Darling, I know you saw me with Angelina's cat earlier."
Your tail twitches irritably, but if Sirius notices, he doesn't let it stop him from continuing to creep forwards towards the alcove where you're sitting.
"The cat came up to me, sweetheart." Sirius croons, reaching for the space between your ears. You yowl at his attempts, batting one of your paws at him, and he's lucky you don't use your claws.
"Okay! Okay, okay," Sirius snatches his hand away, "The cat came up to me, and I did not kiss her between the ears like I kiss you between the ears, thank you very much. Also, her fur wasn't as soft as yours."
You glance suspiciously backwards towards Sirius, and he continues, "Yours is shinier too, darling."
He holds out a hand and- fine, you'll let him scratch down your back to make it up to you. But you're not going to forgive him that easily, he's going to be in the doghouse for a while.
You very pointedly do not close your eyes when he scratches between your ears, standing perfectly still in the middle of his mattress instead of melting into his lap like you normally do.
"There, darling, is that better?" He hums, but you glare unimpressed at him. No, it is not.
"Her paws weren't as cute as yours," Sirius tries, something like panic starting to set into his gaze as he runs his fingers beneath your chin, "And I'm sure she doesn't bite nearly as viciously as you. Which I'm really hoping you won't do to me right now, because my fingers are very close to your mouth."
You won't bite him. But you will decide that you're done with his ministrations for the time being, and dash away to burrow yourself under Remus's blankets until further notice.
"Hey- wait, no! Agh, Remus!" Sirius calls, but his roommate is in the shower, and won't be out to fish you out of his bed for at least twenty minutes, "Remus, my girlfriend is in your bed again!"
"She can stay there." Remus calls, the fan giving his voice a tinny quality, "God knows you probably deserve it, Pads!"
You hear Sirius's mumbled, 'ridiculous', but with the way your face is buried in Remus's blankets, you can't see his face.
"Right. Well I'll sit right here then," Sirius's voice is now right beside your head, and you envision him sitting on the ground next to the bed, "Until you decide you're coming out."
"You stay away from my bed, Sirius!" Remus calls from the shower again, and if you were in human form, you would have snickered, "Leave your girlfriend alone!"
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do you still write for tasm!peter? if so i’d love to see ditsy reader with some new pet bugs🪲
“What’s this one called?”
“Peter.”
“Bub.” Peter looks up from the tank, your spider curling on a thin web an inch below his hands. “You can’t call them all Peter.”
You smile at him in your way, as though any disagreement at all is temporary. You’re right, but it doesn’t make it any easier on Peter —half his flirtation lies in teasing arguments that you refuse to entertain. “I haven’t. The yellow backed one is called Parker.”
He rushes across the room to sit atop your legs, knocking your phone aside to empty your hands. As he predicts, you sew a hand into the front of his hair and scratch.
“What did I do to deserve such an honour?” he says, his voice sliding into a murmur as you bring his face against yours. It’s not always easy to relax in a room full of bugs; you’ve spiders and mantis’, beetles and stick bugs, even an enclosure of little moths. Each taken care of with more love than they could ever feel, but creepy and crawly. They put Peter on edge.
“Don’t they look like Peter Parker’s to you?”
“Am I that spindly?”
You feel along his arm. It tickles, your fingertips digging into tight muscle. “No, I guess not.”
“You’re flirting with me,” he murmurs, “aren’t you, bub?”
“You seem to think so.”
He laughs, pulling you in for a short kiss. “Any more newcomers I need to know about?” he asks as you part, words pressed from his mouth to yours.
Your breath warms his lips, “Only the punnet of mealworms downstairs.”
“Alive?”
You slide fingers through his hair, both hands, burying them against the sides of his head. His breath stutters as you kiss him with all the nonchalance of someone who was apparently made to kiss him, every inch of it right, and warm, and loving.
“Decidedly not,” you say quietly. Across the room, one of your bugs skitters into foliage. “They’re for the spiders.” You smile. He feels it under his lips. “Hey, do you think you’d like one?”
“No.”
“You’re part spider, now.”
“Still too human to eat mealworms, baby.”
You breathe out softly as he kisses your shoulder. “That’s a shame.”
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