Pairing: Sirius Black (young) x Reader
Characters: Reader, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin (mentioned), James Potter (mentioned)
Warnings: Injury
Length: 1000-ish words
Parts: one
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Summary: (requested by @timeisadream) Can u do a Sirius x reader something to the effect of where he gets injured in a quidditch match and the reader takes care of him? Thank you!
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Quidditch was the thing you lived for. Your walls both at home and in your dorm room were cluttered with posters of famous players and teams. Your sheets and socks were quidditch-themed, to the point your dormmates were close to insanity.
You didn't play, which surprised a lot of people. It was hard to admit that you could barely sit on a broom for more than a second, so you always just changed the subject whenever it came up.
To you, every match was special, but now was even more exciting. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Your friends always wondered why it always ended up like this. You didn't care: those matches were, because of the house rivalry, ten times more exciting. Another thing to add was that one of your best friends was a beater for Gryffindor.
"Sirius!" You yelled, above all the cheering and booing of the Slytherins. It was quite cold, which was your only excuse to wearing both a Gryffindor jumper and scarf. Your face was painted to make you look like a lion, and you had a banner which you forced your other friends to hold with you.
Somehow, he'd heard you, but finding you wasn't surprising. You stood out from the crowd, even though everyone was wearing red and gold. You could see your bestie smile, even from that far away, and wave.
The whistle sounded and the game started. You watched from your first row seat, your attention not diverting for a moment. Either it was on the quaffle, or it was on either of the seekers, or it was on Sirius.
The suspense laid heavy on the crowd, as heavy silences were broken by loud cheering over and over again. Half an hour in, and still no sign of the snitch. Your hands were cold and you regretted not bringing your mitts, but going back and grabbing them was not an option. There was no way you were missing any of the suspense.
It was sixty-fourty for Slytherin, and you could see the annoyance on Sirius' face. He swung at a bludger and it barely missed a Slytherin's face. If he hadn't sneezed right before, he'd be tumbling off his broom.
Even though the snitch was nowhere to be found, the game was rough. The bludgers seemed to have take some kind of energy drink. Sirius had been almost been hit multiple times, and it worried you. Was there something off? Maybe you were just paranoid, but either way you didn't like it.
It was an hour in when the Slytherin seeker made some weird moves, and you knew what was going on. He'd seen the snitch. The Gryffindor seeker saw it only seconds later, and started the chase.
You saw it too. A golden flash, ten meters before you. Then, it was gone. It soon appeared again, twenty meters further. Both seekers were racing towards it, and all eyes were on them. All except for two.
If bludgers could think, they would know this was the perfect moment to do what they do best; wreck some havoc. While everyone's attention was on the seekers, one of the bludgers plummeted towards you.
You didn't even notice, and neither did anyone else except for Sirius. Bludgers didn't just fly around, they always had a purpose. In a moment's time, he flew towards you. The gryffindor seeker caught the snitch, but the bludger was speeding towards you.
You cheered, but abrubtly stopped as you finally caught sight of the bludger, and you closed your eyes, as if it would lighten the impact. But it never came, and you opened your eyes. Everyone was dead silent, as Sirius Black, your best friend, lost balance.
You knew what was happening, and moved forward without thinking. As if it was a reflex, you pulled Sirius' broom towards you, and he fell onto the wooden floor of the stands. The bludger layed lifeless in his arms.
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If Sirius Black wasn't considered a hero before, he was now. Taking a bludger for his best friend, or secret lover as some said, was something that wasn't quickly forgotten. Not by your fellow students, teachers or you.
But the thing that was important was that he wasn't waking up anytime soon. You hadn't cried, for some reason. Normally, you were first to tear up at anything, but not this time.
You hadn't left the hospital wing since you entered, clutching Sirius' hand as he was brought to his bed. Two broken ribs and a hell of a stomach ache, the nurse had concluded.
Even James, Remus and Peter had left to go to sleep. No one had the heart to remove you, and eventually the nurse had just given you a blanket so you wouldn't be cold.
The hand in yours twitched. You woke up, disoriented. For a second, you wondered why you were in the hospital wing. Sirius' hand twitched again, and you remembered everything.
You looked up at Sirius. His eyes were closed, but his grip on you tightened.
"Sirius?" You whispered. The moonlight reflected on his face, and you noticed how handsome he was, not for the first time.
He groaned, and his empty hand moved towards his head.
"Sirius?" You repeated, a bit louder this time. His eyes opened slowly, and you were suddenly fully awake.
"Where am I?" He asked, seemingly scared, but that faded when he saw you.
"The hospital wing. You'll be okay." You told him.
"What did I- ohh..." You smiled as you saw realisation hit his features.
"Thank you."
"No worries." He grinned, and tried to sit up. Instead, he flinched and laid back down.
"Two of your ribs are broken. Poppy couldn't give you the potion while you were out." You explained, then paused. "I'll go get her." You got up already, but Sirius' hand grabbed your wrist.
"Don't leave." He said, and you slowly sat back down.
"What's wrong?" You asked. He opened his mouth, but you interrupted him. "Other than your ribs?" His mouth slammed shut.
You did sit back down, and immediately when you did, he took your hand in his. You smiled at him, but couldn't supress a yawn.
"You're tired." He said.
"I am." You told him. He seemed to think for a while, then came to a decision.
"Come." He said, and lifted his blanket to invite you in the bed. You looked at him, unsure of what to do. He didn't hesitate, and even tried to scoot over, unsuccesfully. You laughed at him, but then kicked off your shoes and crawled next to him.
It wasn't perfect, but you were surprisingly comfortable, trying not to hurt him. You fell asleep quickly, not noticing what he mumbled to himself right before falling asleep.
Pairing: Sirius Black (young) x Reader
Characters: Reader, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Remus Lupin, James Potter
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol
Length: 1000-ish words
Parts: one
Credit: to @softsiriusblack for the gif (tell me if you want it removed)
Summary: Your best friend Lily is convinced Sirius Black, a.k.a. the hottest guy of Hogwarts (no one can deny that, even Lily herself) if not the planet likes you. The evidence is there (according to Lily), but it takes more to convince you.
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The Gryffindor dormitory you slept in since you first arrived at Hogwarts was only dimly-lit by the fairy lights Lily had brought from home around Christmas. The floor in the middle of the room was covered in pillows, blankets and stuffed animals, some borrowed/stolen.
Marlene was sitting in her bed, a muggle fashion magazine in her hands. Her face was covered in a bright green face mask and her hair was wrapped in a towel. Lily's hands were soaking in what Marlene called the miracle hand wash. Alice had cotton balls between her toes and was waiting for the paint to dry, while you were in a very comfortable position, eating chocolate bars and drinking a firewhiskey cocktail.
The topic of conversation had been pets for too long, more specifically your cat who was way too fat for her own good. Marlene wasn't having it.
"Can we stop talking about Snowball?" She asked. Frustration was evident in her voice.
"Why?" Alice whined. "He's soo cute!" The girl snapped her finger and made some weird noises in effort to lure the cat her way. It didn't work.
"Because there are other topics too?" Marlene exclaimed.
"Like what?" You asked. Marlene didn't say anything, and a smug grin found its way to your mouth. It soon disappeared as Lily started speaking.
"What about Sirius Black being absolutely in love with you?" She asked you, one eyebrow raised.
You choked on your cocktail, and in that moment you hoped it was more serious so you could drop the subject. At least you could blame the fact that you just almost died on the blood rushing to your cheeks.
"What?" You croaked out, and immediately the three other girls in your presence started grinning.
"Ohh, Lily!" Marlene said. "You know what you're doing!"
"You like him too!" Lily ignored Marlene and instead looked at your cherry-coloured face.
"I don't!" You tried, but even Alice was giggling. It didn't help that you couldn't lie to save your life.
"We don't blame you. He's not at all bad-looking!" Marlene giggled, and you tried to change the subject.
"What about you and Potter? I'm sure you're a thing already." You asked Lily. She turned as red as her hair, but quickly avoided that topic too.
"You're changing the subject!" She hissed. "Stop lying to yourself and admit it!"
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Just like any other lunch break, the Great Hall was busy and there was so much noise you couldn't hear what Marlene, who sat next to you was saying. Not that you cared, you had a perfect view of Lily's not-boyfriend and his groupies.
Sirius laughed, and it drove you crazy. You looked away, because you were red now. He couldn't catch you staring. It didn't last long, and ten seconds later you were looking at him once again. This time he wasn't laughing, but instead he ran a nervous hand through his hair, and looked in your general direction.
You sighed and looked away, assuming he was looking at Marlene. He always was, you'd noticed. The girl herself never noticed, though. Her mind was set on every Ravenclaw quidditch player she could find. She could think like that; she was by far the prettiest girl Gryffindor if not the entirety of Hogwarts. It made sense her male equivalent would fall for her.
You'd been the first to finish your meal, but now everyone was finished. The four of you had planned to spend your free period in the library, which you didn't exactly look forward to. You weren't book smart, like Lily. Reading for hours wasn't your forte.
The minutes were ticking away too slowly, and you'd almost fallen asleep three times. Lily was too busy to notice, Alice was writing an essay and didn't seem to care. Marlene had finished her homework, or at least what she felt like doing, and was very likely somewhere making out with someone between she shelves.
The door to the library opened, and Remus Lupin walked in. That didn't surprise you much, he was as much of a bookworm as Lily was. What did surprise you, was that he was closely followed by Sirius Black. Lucky for you, Marlene wasn't there to point it out to you.
Clearly, Sirius was, just like you, only there to join his friend. He leaned back in his chair, feet on the table. He plucked an unused quill from the table and tried to balance it on his nose. It was ridiculous, but somehow he managed to do it for a moment. He ruined it however, when he tapped Remus' shoulder to show him the quill on his nose. It fell right off, and you giggled.
He heard you, and smirked. You didn't notice his face getting a little red, unlike Remus, who smirked down at his paper. He ran his hand through his hair, then positioned the quill on his nose with shaking hands. This time, the quill stayed in its place a little longer, but Remus 'accidentally' shoved his friend in the side. The quill dropped to the floor between your tables.
Sirius bent down at the same time as you did, causing your hands to brush together as you both tried to pick up the quill. Your cheeks heated up and so did his.
"Wanna get out of here?" He whispered. You tried your best not to blush even redder, and nodded in fear of not being able to speak normally.
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"What do you want to do?" Sirius asked once you'd left the library behind you.
"I'm not sure. Anything's better than staying in there." You answered, looking at the floor awkwardly. The two of you turned a corner, but Sirius pulled you back and inside a broom closet.
"Peeves." He stated. His voice was higher than before, and both of your faces were red. Your head was a centimeter from his chest, his head hovering over your shoulder.
After you both got used to the space, you made some light and sat down on the floor. It was still very small, but at least you didn't have to conceal your blush from being mere centimeters away from him. Your knees were pressed against your chest, and he had somehow brought a big bag of candy with him, which you were now eating.
"Do you think you’re attractive?" You asked. He laughed, turned a little red.
"That's one hell of a second question." He chuckled.
"You have to answer!" You told him. He laughed again, then nodded.
"I'm hot as fuck." He said, and you laughed.
"What? You're not disagreeing." He said. In a sudden rush of confidence you shook your head.
"I'm not blind." He smiled at you, and suddenly it was silent in the broom closet.
Your cheeks were red again, and so were his.
"So." You said. There wasn't exactly anything you wanted to follow it up with. Just breaking the silence.
"Do you like me?" He blurted out. You looked up at him. He bit his lip, seemingly nervous. He couldn't be! This was Sirius Black! Maybe the most confident guy in the entire school, sharing first place with James Potter. They rub off on each other, apparently.
He couldn't be nervous.
"I mean- 'Cause I like you." He said, then seemingly regretted it. "Uhh-" Somehow you laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" He was so insecure.
"Because you're nervous. You're rambling." You answered. "You shouldn't be.
"Why not?" He asked. It was more of a reflex.
"Why would you. You're you- and I'm just me." This time, he laughed.
"Just you?" He said. "You're kidding."
"I'm not." You shook your head, and for a moment, none of you said anything.
"You're amazing." He told you, and your cheeks heated up.
It was quiet. A comfortable silence had fallen over the two of you, but your heart was pounding in your throat and you were sure Sirius was experiencing the same thing.
"I like you too." You eventually said, and his face lit right up. With a bright smile, he suddenly leaned forward and gave a soft kiss on your cheek.
The door slammed open, and a messy-haired, sweaty James Potter fell inside the closet. He fell down right between you and Sirius, painfully on your leg.
Neither of you was expecting anyone else in the closet. You almost screamed, Sirius was fuming and James laughed sheepishly.
"Sorry, were you having a moment?" He asked, but the only answer was a slap to the back of his head. Serves him right.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Characters: Reader, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers (mentioned)
Warnings: Violence, swearing, robbery
Length: 1000-ish words
Parts: one (should I do another?)
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A man in black clothes and a hat pulled far over his ears and forehead walked across the dimly-lit sidewalk. There were barely any people outside. Himself, two people smoking next to the door of a dodgy bar, and a man speed-walking to keep up with his dog. The animal, which would by most be described as a fat fluff ball, dug through garbage bags placed in front of a small alleyway. The man knelt down and pulled the dog on its collar. He was too occupied by his dog, who tried to scratch and bite his owner in order to stay with the garbage bags, to notice the figure only meters away.
You had followed the man in black, George Wagner was his name, from a club you weren't *actually* allowed to be in all the way here. You'd heard him talking to a "friend", who was too drunk to remember anything from that conversation or the hours after sunset.
"Stay here, Ronnie." He'd said. Before continuing, he looked around. You laughed at nothing, pretending to be drunk. George believed it, looked at Ronnie one more time, then started heading for the exit.
You never wanted to get wrapped into this, but you were captured by the hero life since the battle of New York about four years ago. You'd been younger, more impressionable and more naive. The avengers, they were your heroes. They'd saved your life. Captain America, with his patriotic get-together had grabbed you just in time, and he'd put his iconic shield above your head. You didn't have a scratch afterwards, thanks to him. He saved your life, and with that he sparked your interest in everything you didn't have: the strength, the stamina, the speed... You were interested and soon enough obsessed.
When news got out six months ago of a vigilante with super-strenght, super-speed and all that jazz, you couldn't resist. And now, you were waiting. George Wagner would rob the place, and Spiderman would show up to save the day. That's where your plan ended, really. What you'd do or say was still a mystery.
Maybe you'd just stand in that alleyway, watching him swing by and beat up poor George. Maybe you'd try to follow him to where-ever he lived or had his 'base' set up.
George went inside a night shop, looking left and right before actually moving his leg up the small stair. His hands were in his pockets. Either he was being casual, just a dude buying some cigarettes after realizing he'd ran out in the middle of the night. Or he was just trying to hide the gun in one pocket.
After a minute, when the smokers by the dodgy bar had left and the dog-walker had ran after his fluffball in hopes of re-attatching the collar his dog had cleverly removed, things started happening. Someone raised their voice, and that was replied by another person, George, yelling.
"Give me the money, you bitch!" From what you could see, Wagner was pointing the gun at the poor woman at the register. She screamed.
You couldn't tell what came over you. Even after everything calmed down, you didn't know what clicked in your mind and made you yell at him. Maybe, you'd think afterwards, your obsession with heroes had turned you into one. But you dismissed that. You couln't be a hero.
"Hey!" Both people in the store looked up. You were already crossing the street. Why, you didn't know. You couldn't fight a guy twice your size, especially not if he had a gun.
You weren't in your right mind, but you certainly were lucky George wasn't a cold-blooded killer. He pointed the gun at you, then spoke in a low, threathening voice.
"Come here, or I'll shoot you!" You slowed your pace, and did what he wanted. The woman at the register yelped, which caused George to point the gun at her momentarily.
When you came close enough, he roughly grabbed you. One arm around your neck, one holding the gun. You felt the cold metal against your temple. Your cheeks were wet, your lip was shaking. Against your greatest efforts, you weren't able to surpress it.
"Give me the money! NOW!" George yelled. He pressed the gun against your temple, hitting you for added effect. A small sob escaped your lips, and the woman at the register hurried to get it open.
"Quicker!" Wagner roared. Both you and the woman at the register yelped. George didn't like this.
He grabbed your neck with the hand his gun was in. By now, you had closed your eyes and hoped for the best. You tried to remove his arm by scratching it, but he didn't loosen a bit. His grip became stronger and you were struggling to breathe.
In a blur, you saw a red figure enter the store. Before you even realised what was going on, your neck was free and you were coughing on the floor, right next to the uncouncious body of George Wagner. The lady at the register was sobbing and rambling in Spanish.
You were still processing everything that was going on, when an arm was wrapped around your shoulders. Tears were still running down your cheeks, but you managed to steady your breathing a bit. Your savior helped you back up, but made sure you wouldn't immediately fall down once he let go.
"You saved my life!" The woman at the register, who had introduced herself as Leona, exclaimed after you finally were able to focus on the situation. Spiderman still hadn't left, which you were a bit confused about. Didn't he have other things to do than make sure an impulsive teen came to their senses?
"I'm pretty sure he did." You said, pointing at Spiderman with your thumb. Somehow, you felt better, as if you didn't have a gun pressed to your temple moments ago.
Leona called the police, after she'd given you a blanket to keep you calm. Spiderman was still handing around for some reason, but got up once sirens approached. He'd webbed up Wagner, who was awake and glaring death rays at the hero.
"I gotta go." Spiderman said, looking at Leona. He then looked at you. "I'm sure you'll feel better. Don't get too crazy, alright?" You nodded. "You did great." And then, he ran out of the store, and went the opposite way.
But you couldn't keep your thoughts with the police. Even after they brought you home to your obviously very worried and angry parents, and you got grounded for weeks. Somehow, you'd heard that voice before. It was that feeling, nagging in your stomach, thinking, knowing whoever was behind that mask was familiar.
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