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7. W/ Young!Sirius
Okay so I combined two prompts again coz i can. Also, I know I said I wasn’t going to include prompt 8 in this but as I was writing it I just went ‘fuck it, it suits’ *throws glitter up in the air* *sprinkles it over your head* here you go, mah nonnie
8. “Why are you so jealous?”, 7. “I hate how much I love you,” 14. “Just be my best friend and not the guy I just confessed my love to,” and 5. “Well. Yell, scream. Say something! Anything!”
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You couldn’t pin point the exact moment you knew you were in love with Sirius Black. It was more of a slow realisation than an epiphany. First, he was the jerk on the Hogwarts Express that you met in your first year. Then, he was the jerk who stuck up for you when some Voldemort-infatuated Slytherins bullied you over blood. Then, he was the sort-of jerk who is kinda nice, clever and witty, who made you laugh at the most cringe-worthy of jokes. Then he was the sort-of jerk who became your best friend, and you adopted three other children who followed you around like a shadow. Finally, he was back to being the jerk you were in love with and perhaps this was the stage you loathed the most.
You hated love. You hated loving him.
“(Y/N)!”
Shit. You stopped, sighed, and spun on your heels.
“What?”
“W-What just happened?” Sirius’ eyes glittered, two stars against an obsidian sky.
“I poured an entire bowl of some good quality punch on Melanie Bishop’s head….” You resumed walking and Sirius followed, much to your dismay.
“I know,” he chortled, “And–trust me–it was a sight to behold. Never letting that go anytime soon…” he paused, hesitating. Then – “but why?”
“You saw the way she was acting!” you snapped, “She was being a bitch! The girl needed to cool down before all that plastic went to her head…”
‘Bitch’ was an understatement. Melanie had been all over him. Perfectly manicured fingers combing through his hair, sprawling across his chest, sliding over his shoulder as though she were branding him hers and it was driving you insane. Not only because her polished cackle was like nails scratching against a chalkboard, or her obnoxious flirting was assaulting your eyes, but because he was yours. Sirius Black belongs to me.
It is a selfish thought and you want to slap yourself in the face for even thinking it but whenever Sirius spent time with someone else, it killed you slowly, softly, one small blade piecing your heart at a time.
“But the (Y/N) I know wouldn’t do something like that…” He had a point. You were a schemer, not an ‘in the moment’ type of girl.
“Yeah, well, maybe I’ve been hanging around you lot too much!” you turned the corner sharply.
“I don’t think it’s that…” Sirius sent you a scrutinising stare, studying every line of your face. He wouldn’t ever in a million years guess why I had acted so br– “Are you jealous?”
Well, shit.
“No!” you snapped. Sirius continued to stare. “Y-Yes…”
Jealousy was such a petty thing that, most often than not, pitted girls against each other at a time when they should be united. But it was too late for apologies.
“Why are you so jealous?”
“If you’re such a genius, you figure it out!” you barked.
“(Y/N),”
“Sirius!”
“(Y/N),”
“Sirius, please!”
“(Y/N),”
“Oh would you stop that!”
“(Y/N),” Sirius’s face had softened, his smile genuine, “Please tell me why…”
“Sirius, please leave me alone…”
“(Y/N), please…”
You stopped walking, almost making Sirius crash into you. Spinning around, you dug your nails into your palms and gritted your teeth.
Oh, fuck it.
“Because that girl’s shallow interest in you is…well…its shallow! She doesn’t know how you like your toast or the way you sit in a chair, limbs flowing all over the arm rest, because you’re mother used to smack you with a cane if you didn’t sit upright. Or the way you hum when you’re doing something you love, or your interest in motorcycles and how, one day, you’d like to dissect one and rebuild it so you can claim it your own. Or how you tap your fingers when you’re thinking, and how you know seven languages but only because you wanted to learn how to swear in seven languages!”
Sirius watched with wide eyes, lips parted in stunned silence as you continued to vent.
“Sirius, I know all these things about you, all your little nervous ticks and mannerisms, but that girl only knows what she sees. She wants you naked, in her bed, so she can say that she slept with Sirius Black. But I want you, by my side when the whole world collapses, because I’m bloody in love with you. I love you so much, my whole body aches with the pain of it. I love you Sirius. And I hate you. I hate how much I love you.”
Silence. A horrid, cold silence crashed over both of you as you stood in the hallway. A portrait behind you snorted, awakening from its slumber, and complained about the noise.
“There it is. Right there. And now, oh god now, now you’re going to hate me. You’re going to hate me and you’ll never want to see me again.”
Still, more silence.
“Oh, and now you pity me. You probably hate the sight of me so you feel awkward and you’re trying to think of something nice to say to let me down easily. If that’s the case, I don’t need that. I need…I need you to be my friend. Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
Sirius stared at you, something unreadable in his eyes, and you wanted to punch him in the face with your own face, anything to replace the shame burning your cheeks and Sirius’ incomprehensible gawk.
“Well? Yell, scream, say something. Anything!” Nothing. Apparently, there were no words to be said. So, you would just have to leave him there, rooted to the floor in the hallway, completely bewildered. You turned, and then, you heard Sirius whisper something to the air.
“Have you ever seen yourself when you wake up in the morning?” Sirius suddenly asked. You turned to gape at him, slightly offended.
“What?”
“When your hair is all disheveled and your cheeks are rosy. I love that,” His voice grew as his confidence blossomed, “And your voice is all husky and sleepy and Merlin I could just listen to you all day. Or when I borrow a book from you, and I’ll be reading and find some random, dried flower between the pages because you plant them there but you forget about it. I have a collection of them, under my bed. They remind me of you. And when you talk about something you love, you get really passionate and wave your arms about in the air, like you’re filled with so much passion, you’re going to explode.”
Sirius stepped closer to you, took your hands, and held them, his thumbs brushing over your skin. “See, you’re not the only one who loves the little things. I love them, too. I could go on forever about all your little quirks and habits. But, the truth is, I’d rather tell you after I kiss you because now I know for certain that you love me, and I know for certain that I love you. So can we please kiss because I’m dying to taste your lips.”
Without another word, you stood on the tips of your toes and kissed him, passionately, held him captive between your lips as you poured every single emotion into him. Magic sparked the air and hummed in your veins as he pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he held onto you as though he were trying to merge your souls together. As your lips danced with his, it was then that you realised he was subconsciously speaking to you the words scribed across his wild, reckless heart.
I’m yours. And you’re mine.
Sirius Black was yours.
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Imagine Sirius finding you after escaping Azkaban...
A/N: This could be read as a follow on of: Gone Too Soon or as a single imagine.
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It was late in the evening, only the smallest sliver of sunset left. You were washing up after dinner, humming under your breath when your son came running back in through the door, his grey eyes wide with excitement. He bounded up to you, grabbing your elbow to give you a shake.
“Mum! Mum! Mum! is there any leftovers from dinner?” “Why on earth do you leftovers?” You raised your eyebrow at him. “What are you up to mister?” “There’s a dog outside!” He replied. “He looks hungry Mumma.”
Your heart stopped a little when he said that. You’d seen the papers, saw that Sirius had escaped, Merlin even the aurors had been around to make sure you weren’t hiding him in your basement. Surely Sirius wouldn’t risk his life so casually to come here now. You wanted nothing more then to see him but you knew that if he was captured again they wouldn’t let him live, and that to you was much worse then not seeing him now.
Keeping your face as neutral as possible you smiled down at your little boy. “We don’t feed wild animals remember? Why don’t you go on upstairs and play for a little while okay?” “Okay,” He sounded a little dejected but headed up the stairs regardless.
Once you heard his bedroom door you took a deep breath and headed outside. The yard was quiet, only the wind rustling through the bushes. You stood there for a few minutes but saw no sign of the dog James had been referring to. You’d almost convinced yourself that it really was just a stray when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. The big black dog was sitting in the shadows, his tail thumping the stone path. You could have burst into tears right there where you stood.
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We’re Soulmates? {Soulmate AU} {Pt.4} [S.B.]
Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 2066
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: On a random day of a random year, you will switch bodies with your soulmate, and you won’t switch back until you meet again. In which Sirius Black wakes up to find himself in a female’s body, and absolutely freaks out.
Other Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it
A/n: This is the final part of “We’re Soulmates?” It’s taken me a while, and I’m so thankful to everyone who’s waited for the finale. I hope you love reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! x
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Something you had grown to love about being Sirius was his clothes, especially his sweatshirts. They were warm, comfy and smelt like him - no matter how much you tried to convince yourself this wasn’t a reason you liked wearing them so much.
And as much as you hated to admit it, you were, slowly but surely, beginning to feel something towards the black haired boy, not that you’d tell him yet. You wouldn’t be able to handle the smugness that would come with him being proven right - he was already extremely egotistical, you wouldn’t survive him knowing you liked him.
It was weird, what with him being in your body and everything, but every cheeky comment and cocky smirk made your heart skip a beat.
Okay so you were definitely falling for Sirius Black.
Harry Potter Preference “How they react to you waking them up by giving head” (NSFW)
(Wooo HP! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
Severus-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d be completely at your mercy and would whine and try to muffle his moans as he’d bite down his lip, feeling and believing he’s in a dream, only to moan out your name as he starts to beg. As you’d take him deeper, he can’t help but finally let out his voice and would moan shamelessly, desperately trying to pull the blanket away to look at you and just reaching down to finally hold your hand as he braces himself once he feels like he’s about to come.
Remus-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d be confused yet would find himself groaning in pleasure, only to slowly awaken and chuckle as he realizes you’re between his legs, reaching down to stroke your hair to encourage you. As you’d take him deeper and would practically tease him with the way you’d greet him, he can’t help but shower you in praises and would just end up grip your hair and make you keep bobbing your head up and down even faster.
Sirius-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d be overjoyed and would totally moan in pleasure as he gets out of his sleepy state, only to pull back the blanket and instantly look down to you, praising you instantly as he calls you “baby”. As you’d grin and would take him deeper slowly, he can’t help but encourage you and would practically sit up just so he can keep looking at you, ending up reaching down to keep you sucking him off as he starts to thrust to your mouth, begging you to swallow his cum.
Lucius-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d be stunned and would be quick to get out of his sleepy state, only to let out slight strained moans as he tries to not submit to you too much, reaching down to push you even more to gag on his dick to show you who’s still in control. He’d be so cocky about it and would instantly tease you about loving to suck him off, praising you for it and instantly remind you he’s the one in charge, ending up softening his hold as he starts to stroke your hair and demand you swallow his cum.
Draco-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d be totally at your mercy, moaning and growing out breathe, shifting around and ending up gripping the sheets rather tightly, only to fully wake up as he hears you chuckling. As you’d take him deeper, he’d end up whining and would beg you to not tease him too much, reaching down to grip your hair and try to stop you from it, making you want to keep messing around with him even more.
Harry-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d totally submit to you and would whine and groan, muttering pleas for you to be gentle, still thinking he’s dreaming and only realizing how real it is as you’d start to gag on him. As you’d go right to get back up and chuckle as you’d tease him he can’t help but be out of breath and would definitely beg you to make him cum.
Moody-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d groan and would huff and puff in confusion yet pleasure, shifting around before calling your name and finally being fully awake as he hears you chuckling from underneath the covers. Instantly, he’d reach down to try and stop you and pull the covers, flustered at the idea of you getting all messy in the morning and warning you about it, only to let himself indulge in it as you’d pout and would insist on making him feel good in the morning.
Fred-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d totally already be fully awake and would purposely make you work harder, keeping quiet and acting like he doesn’t realize what’s happening. As you’d purposely gag on him and would take him deeper, that’s when he’d lose control and would moan rather loudly, getting you all excited and for him to just pull the covers and try to act all tough as he reminds you he kept his composure before it.
George-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d be utterly flustered and would moan and whine your name, begging you to not stop, slowly getting the grasp of what’s happening. As you’d take him deeper and would teasingly stroke him, he can’t help but reach down to grip your hair and try to keep you there, only to end up praising you endlessly as he gets weaker from you and wanting nothin more than to finish in your mouth.
Tom-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d be utterly weak and would whine and whimper your name, clutching the sheets as he begs you to not stop, thinking he’s still dreaming and he can be as vulnerable as he wants with you. As you’d take him deeper, he can’t help but finally be completely awake, growing out of breath and would surprise you as he begs you to be gentle with him, not wanting to rush it, only to grow more and more rough and needy as you’d taunt him too much.
Percival-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d try to keep his composure yet would still let out some slight moans here and there, wanting to let you feel like you have truly control, before he reaches down to make you gag on his cock. As you’d try to get back up for air, he’d tease you about it and would encourage you to keep sucking him off, rubbing your lips and then stroking your hair, letting himself enjoy having you take your time.
Barty Crouch Jr.-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d instantly reach to grip your hair, having already awaken from the moment you decided to kiss down his body, having pretended to sleep until he couldn’t take it anymore. As you’d tease him about it and would just slap his cock onto your tongue, he’d totally degrade you and praise you as well, making sure you’re taking him all the way down and just laughing about how this is the best way to wake up.
Newt-As he’d wake up to you giving him head, he’d be utterly flustered and would think he’s still dreaming, letting out slight moans and just muttering your name and begging you to not tease him so much. As you’d just kiss him softly here and there, he’d slowly awaken and would pull the blanket away, whining as he pleads you to make him come, surprising you with how eager he can be at times.
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Amortentia
Young!Sirius Black x Reader (Maruader’s Era)
Summary: You and Sirius and paired up to do an assignment on the strongest love potion in the world.
Warnings: None :)
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates! I’ve been super busy and I ran out of ideas for stories. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!
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You look up from your book and scowl at the obnoxiously loud, infamous Marauders as they sit down for Potions. Trying to ignore them, you try to focus on the recipe for a Pepperup potion, but a loud whistle brings you from your thoughts.
You glare at the shaggy, black haired boy with a giant grin and a wink behind you.
Out of all four of the pranksters, you absolutely could not stand Sirius Black. His overwhelming arrogance, loud behavior, and cruel bullying drove you absolutely insane (though, you couldn’t say he wasn’t easy on the eyes…).
You simply turn back around and ignore him as Slughorn walks in to begin the lesson.
“Welcome, everyone! As you all know, the middle of the term is fast approaching. Lucky for you, I’ve decided to assign a partnered group project.”
Before the class can rejoice, Slughorn interrupts. “Hey, now. Before we get excited, I’ve already chosen the partners.”
Slughorn seems to ignore the resonating groan of annoyance from the class. “Each group will be assigned a particularly difficult potion they must brew along with an essay on its ingredients and effects. This will be due in two weeks.”
Grabbing a piece of parchment with several names scribbled on it, Slughorn begins to read off partners.
You begin to feel nervous many names that aren’t yours or Sirius’s pass.
“Y/N L/N and Sirius Black. You will get Amortentia.”
You feel your heart absolutely sink. Not only did you get the laziest, most obnoxious partner, but you also got assigned a love potion–a very strong love potion.
You hesitantly turn around and see Sirius beaming back at you and waving. This was going to be a very, very difficult project.
Potions passes by dreadfully slow after that. You can’t even focus on studying the recipe for a Shrinking Solution. All you can think about is dreadful thoughts about your oh so wonderful partner.
Does he even know what a potion is? you curiously think as you watch him try to decipher aconite from lavender.
As you watch him, though, you notice how his long, black locks frame his face gently, how when he smiles, his nose crinkles a little….
You snap yourself out of your trance.
Hell no. I do not like Sirius Black, never.
With that thought, you rip your eyes away from his figure and continue to focus.
“Hey, L/N!” a loud, unfortunately familiar voice calls after you.
You put a fake smile on. “Yes, Siirus?” You can’t help but breath in his strong scent of cologne.
“So, Amortentia huh?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
You frown. “Honestly, I could care less what we have to brew. This potion takes at least a week to brew, so we better get started.”
You can tell he’s about to protest. “And, I am not doing this on my own, Black.”
He groans. “Fine. Tomorrow morning in the dungeons then?”
“Sounds good.”
After following the precise instructions on the recipe and spending hours studying the ingredients and their effects, you and Sirius were almost completely done with your project.
“I think it’s ready”, you call out, noticing the potion turn pearly in color.
“Thank Merlin”, Sirius mutters, heading over to look at the progress. His dark eyes look exhausted, yet, radiant as they take in the sight of the pretty liquid.
You never though spending hours with Sirius Black would be this enjoyable. While annoying at times, he was still amazingly funny and kind, always cheering you up and making you laugh.
But, you reminded yourself, Sirius was a ladies’ man. He would lose interest in you the second your project was turned in.
Your train of thought is interrupted when a strong smell of Sirius’s cologne invades your senses. You look over at him, confused. Did he put more on while you were thinking…?
Then you notice the scent is laced with the smell of a log fire burning and the smell of sweet peppermint and grass.
You let out a tiny gasp. This is what Sirius smells like.
He notices the scent immediately as well, looking over at you with wide eyes. “L/N… What do you smell?”
You flush red immediately and your throat closes up.
Sirius ignores your lack of answer. “Because…. Because I can smell these flowers, lavender I think, and I swear to Merlin its like the soap you use.”
You can’t breathe, like the air has been punched out of your lungs. Sirius moves closer to you, taking deep lungfuls of air.
“Y/N”, he says and you shiver. He’s never truly said your first name.
“Y/N, what do you smell?”
You don’t notice how close he is until you feel his warm breath on your face. Softly, you mutter your answer.
“You.”
Your answer seems to snap a cord lose in Sirius and he quickly lunges forward and molds his lips to yours.
He’s surprisingly sweet and soft, and its like you can’t get enough of him. Sirius’s hands dangle in your hair softly as he continues to move his lips against yours gently.
Who knew a boring potions project would end up like this?
Extra Ending~
“I told you it would work!”
“Shut up, you idiot!”
Nearby, James Potter and Remus Lupin watch yours and Sirius’s tender moment unfold.
“Well, I told you that they both had feelings for each other, didn’t I?” James brags, huffing out his chest.
“It was my idea to change the potion they had to brew”, Remus butts in.
They both watch one of their best friend’s happy moment. Remus smiles as he looks at James. “All they needed was a little push.”
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The Five Times Sirius Felt Time Stop
Overview: Sirius Black could only recall five times in his life when he felt as if time stopped. All those times just happened to revolve around you.
Word Count: About 3,100.
Warning(s): None, just some language.
Author’s Note: Inspired by the title “The Five Times You See Bucky Shirtless” by @captainrogerss! For once I didn’t write a Modern AU. It’s set Hogwarts, but it is an AU in the lack-of-Voldemort sense. Enjoy! Maybe I’m biased, but time definitely felt like it stopped when I read it. ;)
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How to Fall in Love: For Dummies
Overview: Modern AU. You and Sirius have been best friends for years now, but after six months of living with him, you realize that maybe you liked him as more than a friend. The plan? To make him realize the same thing in just three, foolproof steps.
Word Count: About 7,800. (I’m so sorry, LOL.)
Warning(s): Suggestive scenes, language, sexual tension, drinking, intoxication, jealousy, mutual pining.
Author’s Note: Roommate AU. I genuinely had so much fun writing this. If this happened to me I’d be so happy, I’d probably spontaneously combust. :’/ Hope you like it!
It wasn’t everyday Sirius came home drunk at two in the morning with his shirt missing and a bright, red mark apparent on his forehead.
Sure, you occasionally went out for a few drinks every so often, but you had both left your party days behind you during your first years of university. So the reason Sirius chose to get this intoxicated tonight was beyond you.
“Holy shit, Sirius,” you exclaimed, rushing to meet him at the doorway. “What happened to you?”
“A night out with the lads turned into a competition of who could handle pull the longest.” He leaned in as you put your arm around his torso, giving you a wry smile. “I, of course, had to keep the championship title.”
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The Not-So-Perfect Sister
Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader
Word Count: 4,442
Warnings: Under aged drinking, mentions of neglect, overall angsty
Summary: James Potters sister who had felt put of place her whole life finally breaks when Lily Evans arrives at her house.
A/n: I really like this one. Kinda angst but sweet. My inbox is open feel free to send in requests! Hope you guys like it too!
Being a Potter seemed like an easy gig to most people. The big house, nice family, a large amount of money, it definitely seemed like a piece of cake. And if your name is James then yes, yes it was. But if your name was y/n- or as most people called you James' sister -than no, no it wasn't.
When you were eleven you had walked up to the chair and sat down with your eyes locked on your smiling brother. He was seated between his three best friends and practically glowing with excitement from the gold and red table.
The old hat was placed on your head and you could already the word that would flow from its leathery mouth. But to your surprise along with everyone else's in the large dining hall, not even a second after the hat landed on your y/h/c head it bellowed, "Slytherin!"
The hall fell silent and your eyes, still on your brother went wide. James' on the other hand narrowed, his lips piercing to a thin line.
You felt your heart break as your best friend turned away from you in disgust. And at eleven years old you had already been smashed to pieces by the person you loved most.
Your parents had sent you a letter telling you it was alright to be in a different house but they didn't act like it was. When James joined the quidditch team they had cheered for him and came to as many games as they could.
When you joined the Slytherin team as a keeper they had dismissed it with a wave of a hand and only came to your games when you happen to be playing Gryffindor. They were always adorned in yellow and red.
They almost never sent you letters when James received one once a week. They would support James no matter what, but if you slipped up even once they would come down on you in a hail storm of fury.
By third year you stopped coming home over breaks, you would spend Christmas at Hogwarts alone. But summers were unavoidable. You would simply go home and hide in your room, only coming down stairs for meals which you eat in silence as you listened to your parents gush about James' achievements.
When Sirius joined you in your fourth year, their fifth, your life went from bad to worse.
Sirius was an asshole. He always was and always will be. He was arrogant and stubborn, he was sure he was the best thing in the world and that he had everyone trapped under his finger. And watching him receive more love from your parents than you did made living under the same roof as the boy nearly impossible.
What made it worse was the fact that he was irritatingly handsome. He was dashing and charming, somehow managing to make you hate him just to avoid feeling something else. It made you sick that you even had thoughts of him in a positive way whatsoever. But even though you would never admit it, you did.
And now you had to welcome another one of your least favorite people into your life.
You hated Lily Evans. From the minute layed eyes on the girl you could feel a sickening loathing build up in you like a fire. With each overly sweet smile she threw and disgustingly soft laugh she uttered the larger that fire burned.
It wasn't like she had ever done anything wrong to you. She was always nice when you passed in the hallways, she never picked on you or called you 'James' little sister' a term you had grown to hate. She was always kind to you, even when your brother was being a brat like usual. And that was one of the many reasons you hated her.
She was perfect. It made you want to hurl. Her fiery red hair and emerald eyes. Her perfect grades and great scores. She was kind, brave, smart and cunning. She had it all. Plus your brother, who wouldn't even spare you a glance, trailed after her like a lost puppy. She was the physical embodiment of everything you hated.
Of course now she was dating James which meant you had to put up with her bullshit even more than usual.
You were downstairs making yourself a sandwich, when the doorbell rang. You rolled your eyes and walked to go open it.
You swung the door open ready to shoo away some girl scouts when you came face with your worst nightmare.
"Hey y/n!" She smiled waving a bit.
Your mouth dropped and eyes went wide before narrowing to slits and your mouth slamming shut into a scowl.
You merely growled the word "Nope." Before slamming the door shut straight into her face.
"Y/n! What the hell?" You turned your mood souring from bad to worse.
"You deal with you preppy girlfriend James, I dont have the energy for her." You hissed.
He simply rushed past you his shoulder hitting yours harshly as he passed and opened the door.
"Lily, I am so sorry for my sister is being an asshole again.."
The rest of the conversation died out as you snatched your sandwich and darted upstairs. You quickly slammed into James room to meet Sirius, who was adorned in only a towel his black hair dripping wet. You ignored the sight and focused on the problem at hand.
"What the hell y/n?!" Sirius snapped, his face flushing.
"Yeah what the hell!" You responded to worked up to care about his lack of clothing.
Sirius shot you a confused look, his cheeks now a blazing red.
"Why is Evans here?!" You screeched.
"Maybe because she's meeting her boyfriend's parents?" Sirius bellowed back, "Now get out!"
You ran from the room slamming the door behind you and retreating from your safe haven. You stopped in your tracks when you saw your mother frantically attempting to clean your room.
"Y/n!" She scolded, "Your room is a complete disaster!"
"What are you doing in here?" You asked voice angry.
"Lily is going to be sleeping in here so clean this place up!" She yelled motioning to your disaster of a room.
Your fury strengthened, "I wont clean shit for that bitch." You growled.
"Y/n!" Your mother gasped in disgust.
You left before she had a chance to say anything more. Your head pounded as you thundered down the steps not bothering to move in the slightest as your brother and his girlfriend ascended upward. You shouldered them roughly out of the way James protests fading in the back of your mind.
You ran for the door, grabbing your purse and shoes from the mudroom before sprinting onto the street.
It had rained that night so everything was damp, causing your mitch-matched socks thin fabric to grow cold and wet. The scent of wet asphalt and dewy grass filled you helping to calm your nerves as you ran from your inevitable future.
You knew that eventually you were going to have to go back to that house and deal with your mother and father and brother and his girlfriend and probably his best friend too. But you ignored that fact sitting on a bench to pull on your converse. You didn't bother to tie them.
You then stood up and began to walk with no destination in mind. You walked for about an hour before you realized how hungry you are. You never got to eat that sandwich and breakfast was a distant memory.
You quickly found a small coffee shop and walked inside enjoying the strong scent of the beverage it emitted. You ordered before plopping down at your table and staring helplessly out the window. You watched people move back and forth outside of the window feeling slightly like a tiger locked in a zoo behind the thick glass. You stared at the thick purple clouds that bruised the grey sky, ignoring who's eyes they reminded. You were so entranced with the scene in front of you, you didn't even notice that your food was placed in front of you until you turned to see it there, the sandwich slightly cold.
You sighed, too hungry to discard the food put in front of you. You ate slowly, as if you were unsure if the meal was safe. You then turned your head back to the street to see a dark haired boy smirking back at you. You instantly stood, sprinting for the door.
The idea of being brought back to that house made you want to hurl the sandwich you had just eaten. So you began to run not bothering to look back, your feet thundered on the wet cement of the sidewalk before you turned down an alley only to yelp when you were greeted by a bored looking Sirius Black.
"Did you seriously think that you could outrun me." He questioned eyebrows raised.
"I could if you didn't use magic." You scoffed, attempting to shoulder past him and continue to the next street over. You were stopped when he grabbed you shoulder harshly.
"Why the hell did you run?" He asked almost seeming worried. You quickly brushed off the thought. Sirius Black doesn't worry, much less about Slytherins.
You hummed pretending to think, "Maybe because I don't want to deal with greasy haired asshole who is going to take me back to my living hell?"
"Hey!" Sirius protested, clearly offended, "My hair is not greasy!"
"You can not be serious." You sneered rolling your eyes.
"I'm always sirius." He smiled back satisfied with his overused and unoriginal pun.
You resisted the urge to smack him. "Why did you come anyways?"
"Your brother sent me." He shrugged, "plus we both know you don't want to walk all the way back to your house."
"Who said I was going back?" You challenged, eyes narrowing.
Sirius sighed, "You are going back weather you get on my bike yourself or I force you onto it." You glowered at him.
"If I could you use magic I would wipe your ass all over the street." You threatened.
"I know." He smiled, "that's why I'm happy you can't."
"I'm not going." You decided planting your feet and crossing your arms, head held high.
Sirius let out a strenuous sigh clearly annoyed, "Come on." He whined, "Your brother said I had to bring you back."
You pursered your lips, looking away from the boy.
He groaned, "Are you fucking with me?"
"Nope." You responded lips popping on the p.
"You're really going to make me hex you?" He grumbled.
You nodded making the boy let out another moan in protest before raising his wand and muttering "Rictusempra."
You immediately burst into giggles "You asshole." You spit out between laughs as a tickling sensation made you lose all other abilities.
Sirius grabbed you throwing you over his shoulder like you were a doll.
"I'm gonna kill you." You giggled unable to stop the laughter spurring from your mouth.
"I'm so threatened." Sirius smirked back before plopping you down on his motorcycle and buckling his helmet on your y/h/c head.
"Hold onto my waist, I don't want you to die."
"Really?" You chucked, voice uncharacteristically high.
"I'm on my way to changing my mind." He sighed sitting down trying to to flush as your arms hugged close to his waist your body shaking with giggles.
He reversed the spell at the first stoplight you reached and then continued his way back to your house, your chest pressed to his back. When you pulled back up to your house it was growing dark out and you were beginning to question your entire existence.
You groaned into Sirius leather jacket and banged your head onto his back.
"Can we not going inside?" You asked hopefully, glancing at the house its windows glowing warmly, the door reminding you of an entrance to hell.
"You got yourself into this one y/n/n, get yourself out." He shrugged before hopping off the motorcycle and snatching the helmet off your head.
"Don't call me y/n/n and I didn't get myself into anything you guys are just all assholes." You spoke harshly.
"How was I possibly an asshole?" Sirius exclaimed.
"Umm how about you hexed me and then forced me back to my house?"
"I was helping you!" He yelled exasperated.
"You were not!" You shot back, "You practically kidnapped me!"
"You're impossible." Sirius scoffed at you before turning on his heel and heading inside.
You scowled angry all over again before turning to face the house you knew you would have to walk into sooner or later.
You paced back and forth for a second before biting your lip and walking slowly up your porch steps. You then slowly opened the door and slipped inside. You were greeted by the sound of laughter and the clatter of silverware.
You poked your head cautiously around the corner to see your family seated for dinner.
Sirius was serving himself some pasta while your mother talked to Lily and James messed with your dad.
You felt your heart clench at how right it looked. The perfect son, the head boy and the quidditch star. The friend who needed help and received it, needing a family and getting one. And of course the perfect daughter. With red hair to match her robes and perfect grades. The head girl who would no doubt have an amazing life after school.
You tried to imagine yourself at the table sitting in the empty seat, your head bent, staring at the food refusing to meet your parents eyes, your green shirt looking odd against the wave of red. The fact was that you didn't belong and never would. So you went upstairs snatched a blanket and a pillow and retreated to your basement.
You plopped onto the couch and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You felt your eyes prick with tears as the image of the perfect family upstairs burned in your eyelids and you wanted to scream.
You slammed your hands on to your closed eyelids, enjoying the pressure they provided, keeping tears behind them. Because the truth was as much as you hated your family you wanted nothing more than to be apart of it. You had spent your whole life attempting to get noticed, to simply be acknowledged as half the person they saw James as. But year after year you were left more and more broken. And now your parents fell in love with a girl they had known for only one night. It made you sick. Your hatred for Lily growing into a nightmarish beast.
Your eyes popped open when you heard someone descending the stairs. You turned to see your brother leaning against the railing arms crossed eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you want James?" You scoffed sitting up on your elbows.
"What do I want?" James hissed, "I want to know why my sister is such a selfish prat."
You sat all the way up glaring at your brother, "I'm the selfish one?" You glowered in disbelief.
"Yeah, yeah you are." James spat.
You stood walking to meet your brother, "How in bloody hell was I being selfish?!" You growled.
"How about slamming the door in Lily's face, or I don't know swearing at mom or maybe calling my girlfriend a bitch before running off to fairyland?!"James was yelling now his voice echoing off the small room."Your damned lucky Sirius offered to find you because I'm done with it!"
You shook your head, "Sirius said you sent him to get me. He was lying?" You asked softly, You silently wished him to say that he wanted you back, that he had sent him, that he had wanted you here.
"Of course I didn't!" James shouted "Not everything is about you!"
You felt your heart crumpled. He hadn't wanted you back. Hell, he would have been happier if you had stayed gone. You willed yourself not to cry, so instead you laughed, a crazy demonic sound ripping from your throat and escaping your lips, "Your right James!" You screeched, "Not everything is about me!" Your fire full smile broke into a sneer, "It's all about you."
James looked taken aback for a second guilt flashing momentarily into his dark eyes before being replaced with anger.
"It's all about you. You and your perfect grades and your perfect friends." You could feel tears pricking at your eyes. "You and your quidditch bullshit, and your god damn bright fucking future!" You spat the words like venom from your mouth, "You and your bitchy girlfriend who's going to make the perfect little daughter in law!" You were now yelling your voice feeling raw as tears dripped off your chin.
"Stop calling her a bitch!" James screamed back.
Just then the door opened and Lily, Sirius and your parents came hurling down the stairs.
"What in bloody hell is going on!" Sirus shouted but you ignored him.
"I'm so sorry for calling shit as it is, your girlfriend is a bitch. B-I-T-C-H. BITCH!" You wailed taking a step forward, you were now looking directly into your brothers eyes, just barley below him, less than a foot away.
You saw his eyes burn, anger filling them, turning their dark brown pigment to black.
And then he did something you would never imagine him to do in his life.
James raised his hand and with one swift movement slapped you clean across the cheek
You heard a series or gasps and yells fall around you, your ears ringing slightly. You could feel where his hand had struck your skin, it was hot and thumping, a dull sting finding its home there.
You slowly turned your head back to meet your brothers eyes which were now wide with surprise and guilt.
You slowly removed the hand that had instinctively risen to your cheek and stared hurt and broken in front of your brother who's mouth had dropped open.
"Y/n, oh my God I didn't-"
"Rot in hell Potter." You spat your voice deep and dark. And with that you sprinted up the stairs.
As you began to move the world resumed and everyone else began to take action as well.
You saw James stumble backwards Lily beginning to go to him but Sirius beating her to it and reaching the boy himself. You then heard him yell something you were too delirious to understand before a thud was heard followed closely by another shriek. You shouldered past your parents as you accented the stairs, the fact that they didn't even spare you a glance stung more than a slap ever could.
For the second time that day you sprinted out onto the street, the crisp air hitting your hot face in a refreshing blow. You stumbled into the night ignoring your bare feet and chilled arms. You had no destination in mind as you sprinted down the sidewalk, you only had a location to get as far as possible from. You wished you had been thinking enough to grab your purse, you could have gone to a bus stop and left to Merlin knows where.
You made it four blocks before one of your feet caught behind your heel and you were flung to the ground by the ever cruel gravity.
Your hands hit the damp cement first followed directly by your chin causing you to bite roughly down on your lip.
You didn't even bother to move debating weather living was even worth it. You could taste the blood in your mouth and feel it seeping from your hands as you lay unmoving under the buzzing streetlamp.
You were pretty sure you would have lay on that sidewalk, your body shaking with sobs, blood slowly filling your mouth until you died if a strong pair of arms hadn't swept you up.
You instinctively buried your head into the familiar musky scent as Sirius pulled you close to him.
"Hey, hey you're okay." He mumbled quietly into your hair, smoothing it clumsily down as he pulled your head into his chest. "You're okay, I've got you."
You sobbed uncontrollably into Sirius as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear and held you close to him.
"I-im sorry." You choked out eventually, pulling away from the boy slightly.
"What on earth are you sorry for love?" Sirius chuckled softly pushing the damp hair from your face.
"I think I got your jacket wet." You muttered a soft smile darting onto your lips.
Sirius let out a soft laugh, "You are ridiculous." His smile disappeared when he saw your lip.
"I'm okay." You muttered wiping the blood from you lips with a wince.
"No your not." Sirius sighed quietly.
He watched your face deflate and he realized that was probably the first time that someone hadn't let you lie to them. Hadn't let you hide behind the thick walls you had built. He called your bluff and it was unfamiliar and strange to you.
"Why did you lie?" You asked quietly.
"About what?" The boy questioned, confused.
"James didn't send you. He told me."
Sirius flushed before shaking his head he definitely needed to change the subject, "James is an idiot."
"He's your friend." You shrugged.
"Yeah well I don't know if that's true anymore."
You knotted your eyebrows, "Why's that?"
Sirius sighed "I knocked him out."
Your mouth dropped.
"If it was anyone else that hit you I would have killed them on the spot." He murmured.
You smiled slightly torn at the idea of your brother getting knocked out by his best friend.
Sirius decided that you needed something desperately, the same thing he had needed when he left home.
"Let's get you a drink."
Your eyes rose to meet his a bit uncertain, before you nodded, "Please."
Sirius smiled as he pulled you to his motorcycle, lazily tucking the helmet onto your head and buckling it for you, his face dancing red at the proximity of your soft pink lips.
You walked into the bar Sirius at your arm. The two of you sat on the stools and Sirius used a bit of magic to order your drinks.
He handed you a shot of vodka setting one in front of himself.
You glanced down at the small glass then back up at Sirius before shrugging and raising swiftly to your lips.
Sirius did the same laughing brightly when he saw your face scrunched in discomfort.
"That was disgusting!" You coughed, laughing a bit, "Get me another one!"
Sirius burst into laughter once again ordering you both another round, "This is the last one though, I don't want to have to take you home drunk." He said eyebrows raised.
You smiled back, downing the second shot a bit more easily than the last, enjoying the warmth that twirled down your throat to your stomach.
Sirius and you left, you a bit tipsy, him seemingly sober.
"Let's get you home." He muttered smiling about at your beaten and battered form.
Suddenly you broke free of him and stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the side of the building.
"I don't want to go home." You pouted.
"Sorry Y/n we have got to go back." Sirius sighed.
"I'M NOT GOING BACK!" You yelled harshly, anger flowing through you.
"Y/n/n come on it's not that bad, let's head back." Sirius sighed sympathetically.
"I know your parents were shit Sirius, but at least they were terrible people!" You yelled.
Sirius rose both eyebrows, "What?"
"Your parents were terrible people right?" You slurred a bit.
Sirius nodded.
"And they hated you because you weren't like them, you weren't s-somebody who would kill a-and hurt, so they hated you for being different. For being a good person." You rambled tears slowly falling from your cheeks.
"Y/n/n we seriously need to get you home." Sirius grumbled worriedly.
"You're not listening to me!" You screeched taking a step back.
Sirius stood unsure of what to do.
"My parents hate me for the same reason, because I'm different and I'm not like them." Your voice breaking mid sentence stabbing Sirius in the chest.
"And because they are 'good people' and they are nice and kind and heros being different than them means I'm a terrible person." Tears now rolled coolly down your check leaving silver streaks in their wake.
Sirius' face crumbled, "No, no, no. Y/n your not a terrible person, your a great person." He gushed rushing forward to capture you in his embrace.
"Then why do they hate me?" You asked voice small and weak.
"They don't hate you y/n. They love you." He mumbled softly one hand wrapping around your waist while the other gripped your head softly pulling you into him.
You shook your head slowly afraid if you spoke anymore that your eyes would flood with tears once again.
"Hey." Sirius murmured, causing your big y/e/c eyes to look up at him. "They love you, James loves you"
You looked away from his stormy grey eyes tired of hearing lies.
"Hey." He repeated bring your attention back to the storms resting behind his head. "I love you."
His whisper resonated through the chilled air, like the final note of an orchestra, the strings still not unmoving. You stared at him in wonder. Then your stood on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck slowly pulling him toward you.
Your lips connected in a sweet, salty kiss. The taste of blood and alcohol lingering between you. You felt his slightly chapped lips moved smoothly against yours making your heart flutter as your hand played with his dark locks, his own finding your waist and pulling you towards him.
You pulled away softly gasping lightly for air as your noses brushed lightly. Sirius' own heavy breaths tickling your face as your foreheads leaned together.
"I-I t-think I love you too Sirius." You fumbled lightly with your words.
He simply responded by reconnecting your lips in a desperate kiss, savoring the metallic taste of blood mixed with the sharpness of alcohol. You tasted like a sin, his tongue dancing across your lips before they opened allowing it to slip inside.
When you finally pulled away for the second time. You looked into his glassy storm filled eyes brushing his cheek gently with your thumb.
"I need you." You whispered quietly into the night. And for the first time in a long time you felt loved.
Part 2
Masterlist
The Order
Request: Could I please get a Sirius Black (golden era) imagine? Where the reader is a professor at Hogwarts and wants to join the order and help them fight, but her and Sirius get off on the wrong foot but eventually fall for each other?
A/N: This was requested by the lovely @obsessedwithrandomthings. I hope you like it and I hope I have done your request justice. I really enjoyed writing it! To the other requests in my inbox, I am getting there with them. I know that it’s frustrating but I am working on them.
Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, some angst? Sirius is a bit of a tit tbh
Word count: 3.2k+
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Keeping Up The Act
This is my post for @angelinathebook ‘s 300 Follower Writing Challenge. When I first saw this prompt I just knew it had to be a fake dating oneshot. I hope you enjoy! P.S I couldn’t find any info for who taught before Professor Sinistra, so enjoy me making up another teacher :’) P.P.S yes I know it’s overboard, but he’s Sirius Black and I can’t help myself
4. “I wish I’d never met you.”
Pairing; Sirius x Reader
Word count; 4,311
Warnings; mentions of sex, FLUFF, a n g s t, pretty dialogue heavy, cursing
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He was handsome, smart, kind, funny, and a rebel. So basically, everything you wanted. But he wasn’t yours.
A Second Chance at Love
Pairing: Sirius x reader
Request: Can you do an older Sirius x reader, (she’s in her 20s) and they’re both in the order and he starts to fall in love with her?she’s a badass but also quiet and a sweetheart and brings him so much peace bc older sirius deserves happiness🙄
Hi! I’m sorry if it sounds weird, but I’m honestly in love with this idea! Sirius and the reader have been together for like two years while at Hogwarts and then they broke up and started hating each other. They both join the Order and they have to go on a mission together and it’s like really dangerous. They have to fight Death Eaters and she jumps in front of him to protect him and she gets hurt and they make up, please? I love lovers to enemies to lovers so much!! Thank you, lovely!! (by @i-padfootblack-things)
A/N: Hope you don’t mind that I put these together! I spent sooo long writing this, hopefully it’s actually good haha (pls feedback is very welcome). Thank you for the two requests, this was my first time writing for older Sirius and I hope it went well!! Also, what was the Headquarters in the marauders era? Was there one? Was it Grimmauld place?
Wordcount: 2.4K
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Light, L, and Mello reacting to someone trying to kidnap their child and S/O would include:
Though few know of Light being Kira, he still has enemies from his work and position at the Task force/Police agency. The moment he receives the news of his child and wife getting kidnapped, he’s not angry, he’s pissed. He’s unable to hide his fury, but the surrounding detectives don’t think of his behavior as suspicious because anyone in his place would act the same way. Though Light is willing to sacrifice the people close to him for his cause, he is still in the end a family man.
In these upcoming days, Light is constantly getting updates. Being a genius like himself, it doesn’t take long for him to find a lead. He gathers witnesses, footage, anything he can have his hand on and sends Ryuk to track his wife and child. He also uses the death note. Because of his running thoughts and lack of sleep, Light might slip up a few times, but is quick to recover his tracks. In those days, no one attempted to touch or start a conversation with him, knowing that Light would snap at them.
Finding you and his child both alive and unharmed, he’s relieved. Light will ask if you’re all right and will ask his child too, knowing that they will suffer from some trauma because of this. Once he’s home with you, Light opens the death note and gives the captors a slow death, one that surprises others; this is the most horrific death Kira has ever done. When his child asks about them, Light will tell a secret only between them both, that Kira is the one who punished the captors and brought him justice, already implementing his ideals into the child.
It’s fairly obvious why would anyone kidnap his wife and child, involving yourself with the mafia, you don’t just put yourself in danger but those close to you too. Anyone who knows Mello fairly well, knows that Mello loves his wife and child with all of his heart. When hearing the news, Mello sees red. Matt has to calm him down since Mello is raging, breaking his furniture as he shouts every name in the book.
Mello doesn’t waste a second in searching for them. He will attempt to search the last place you were in and try to find any leads, if he ends up with nothing then Mello will have to swallow his pride and ask for the help of someone, even Near. Mello seems as if he will snap and attack anyone who even glances at him, and it’s mostly because of his lack of sleep. He’s unable to sleep and when he does, he’s haunted by nightmares that show his wife and child being tortured or worse, dead.
Mello is ready to do whatever he could to bring his wife and child back. They meant everything to him and he wasn’t sure what to do without them. When Mello finds them, he’s gratified and shaken, because he thought he may never see them again. Alone, Mello will embrace his wife and child so tight that they’re trying to breathe for air. Mello would promise to protect them and that this will never happen to them again.
He’s a man of many enemies, but to his luck, he keeps his identity secret and only a few knew he had a family of his own. L noticed or sensed something wrong before they told him the news. Everyone around him looks at L with confusion. He’s just been told that his wife and his own child are both kidnapped and no one knows where they are, so how the hell is he just sitting there so calm. Unknown to them, his silence hid a storm.
Right after the news, Watari finds L sitting in front of the many screens. L rarely sleeps, but it was getting ridiculous on how much he’s depending on sugar/coffee to keep him up. His face appears calm, but Watari, knowing him too well, could see the fury and dedication in his eyes. It’s impossible for anything to slip L as he already has a lead from the first day and because L is working all day like a machine, he will be quick in solving the case that could have taken a week.
L eventually found your place, but he didn’t celebrate yet, knowing that this isn’t still over. When he gets you back, once again people question him as he seems too calm. But once they’re alone, out of character, L embraces his wife first, he doesn’t say much just holding her. Then he kneels down to embrace his child, asking if they’re all right. When his child asks about the kidnapper, L just says that the police are handling it, but his wife knew better, she just thought it was better not to say anything. After that, L has them constantly monitored.
Past Scars and Future Remedies
Sirius x healer!reader
requested by @siriusblackspam ~ One shot for Sirius, golden era, with prompt fluff #11 and the reader could be an healer and a friend of Remadora? Thank you 😘 ~ i hope you like this!
Fluff 11 “do you think about the future?” “With you?” “Yes” will be in bold
requests are open!
prompt list #1 #2
masterlist!
harry potter masterlist!
any and all feedback welcome <3 forty-ninth fic :)
word count: 764
a/n: sorry i know i’ve bombarded you today because of the headcannons from my sleepover but this was scheduled for today! hope you like it nonetheless
Sirius sits on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off before discarding it on the floor. You watch him from the door, eyes scanning his scars. You tended to his wounds when he escaped from Azkaban nearly three months ago. They had mostly all healed by now, but you still liked to check them, to make sure they were healing properly without the threat of infection. You walk towards him, wincing at the thought of what he went through. At all that he endured while being innocent all the while.
This wasn’t one of his check ups, you were standing in the doorway, spying on him before you walked in. He didn’t hear you when you did. You sit on the bed next to him, tracing your fingers delicately over his scars. His head twitches slightly to the left at your touch.
“Love?” He asks without turning around. You don’t answer, you only continue to glide your fingers across his skin, less delicately, but still softly. You can feel his breaths become more shallow. He groans slightly before turning around to face you, catching your hand.
“Love?” He asks again, dipping his head slightly to look at you. His hair falls slightly over his face. You lift your free hand to brush it away, but he catches that one too.
“I-,” but you're silenced by his lips brushing gently against your own. His beautiful soft lips, causing your body to burn.
“Sorry, I just needed to do that,” he whispers. You laugh, pressing your forehead against his.
“Do you ever wonder if things could have been different?” You ask, emotions pouring into you as you reminisce. You and Sirius had been together before, during your school years. You were hopelessly in love with him. You had been from the moment you met him. Twelve years without him had been utter agony. You never loved again. You couldn’t, not with so many unanswered questions, you just couldn’t move on. You had never doubted his innocence, so that didn’t help matters in regards to letting go. “Do you think we would have been together?” You ask.
“Darling, don’t dwell on the past. You needn’t when there’s so much reason to look forward,” he smiles.
“Do you think about the future?” You whisper, looking up at him.
“With you?”
“Yes,” you say. He shifts on the bed, moving his hands to cup your face and tilt it upwards.
“Hmm,” He says, examining you, “Yes, everyday. That was all that allowed me to survive in Azkaban,” he confesses, “The thought of you,”
“And what did you think about?” You ask.
“Holding you, touching you,” his hands move towards your waist, very slowly, trailing along your skin, “kissing you,” he moves closer, but you pull away.
“Wait. I- Sirius, I love you, and I don’t know if I can put myself through this if you don’t feel the same,” you admit, heat rising to your cheeks as your heart pounds harder in your chest.
“Sweetheart, I love you too,” he grins, caressing your cheek before pressing his lips to yours again. He pulls you into him, and you move forward along the bed, accepting the invitation gratefully. Your lips glide against his, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter more vigorously. His hands move to the back of your head, gripping your hair as yours moves to cup his jaw and trace your fingers along the gentle stubble. He deepens the kiss, pressing you hard against his body, moaning slightly when your tongue traces over his lips. He eagerly invites you in and you can feel his breath. It’s warm and sweet, making it all the more intimate and intoxicating. He pulls away, breathless, having given it all to you as you had to him.
“Well that was…” he starts.
“Yeah,” you finish for him, knowing exactly what he’s thinking and knowing that neither of you can put it into words. That neither of you could describe the undying love you felt for each other in mere words. Words would never come close, you could only hope to convey your feelings through touch. Through yourselves. Through love.
Remus and Tonks decide their presence is no longer appropriate or wanted, whether the two of you knew they were there or not. It was too intimate for someone to be looking in on now. But they were happy for the two of you. Irrevocably happy. But surely not nearly as happy as you were. They smile softly to each other, linking their hands as they walk away, content.
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Can we get some general headcanons of dating Louis plz 🥺👉👈
You sure can! I don’t know why but this prompt really called to me for some reason and it’s a nice break from the usual! This is with College!Louis simply because..... I’m a simp for College! Louis 😳
Reader can be read as any gender or animal type/class.
Warning: NSFW +18 [under the NSFW warning, first half is SFW]
*Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about Deer in general and made up 100% of the stuff in here because I am too lazy to actually google Deer physiology (also I just wanted to make the hcs)
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Okay so let’s start at the beginning! Like the beginning beginning. Louis saw you around campus but he’s still a Herbivore so he was shy about approaching you. Despite his overbearing superiority complex in high school, I feel like College would really put him back into reality. You have no reason to idolize him or fear him. He might be pretty popular on campus but he’s nowhere near the God-status he thought he had so he’s unsure of how to even approach a total stranger that he sees everywhere and can’t stop thinking about. Also he has an insane amount of insecurities which end up getting the best of him causing him to chicken out every time he wanted to get close to you.
You on the other hand? Barely noticed him. You’d seen him (his gigantic antlers which got even bigger in college were pretty hard to miss) but you regarded him as out of your league and immediately put him out of your mind. You weren’t one to dwell on if boys liked you/why didn’t boys like you blah blah blah.
Needless to say, your first few interactions with Louis were pretty terrible. He was awkward, stiff, defensive, it was like pulling teeth but in verbal form. You didn’t like him.
One day you brushed beside him and he nearly jumped out of his skin. You asked him what his problem was and he answered honestly “Sorry, you make me incredibly nervous.”
Suddenly it all clicked, the averted eyes, the bristled fur, the awkward stuttering. He might have outwardly appeared suave to any other animal on campus but he was still just a Herbivore with a crush.
Moving on, the two of you start dating and Louis is completely wrapped around your finger. It takes a while for his initial nerves around you to wear off, even after the relationship turned romantic. He constantly wanted to impress you or seem cool to you which you repeatedly reminded him you didn’t care about but it was important to him.
Once the two of you were more settled into the relationship and had been dating for some time, he still likes to impress you. Not to the same extent as before but he never folds on certain aspects because your opinion of him is something he values gravely, even if he won’t admit that to you.
King of Self Neglect, he stays up way too late studying, gets hardly no sleep, stretches himself way too thin but will still always make time for you even if he’s utterly exhausted. One time he nearly fell asleep sitting up while the two of you were on a date. You drove him back to your place, tucked him into bed and let him sleep it off. He felt awful the next morning for ruining the date and cleared his schedule the entire next day for a ‘redo’.
If ever verbally asked, Louis will vehemently deny liking PDA. In actually, however, he can’t keep his hands off you. He’s always touching you, caressing your cheek, holding you around the waist, interlocking your hands (especially the pinkies!! he doesn’t even realize he does that one, you’ll just look up and he’s totally aloof to this soft gesture), resting his chin on the top of your head/shoulder, nuzzling your neck (this is a big one for Deer and actually a declaration of love but you don’t know that). He’s pretty touch-starved but he hates to admit it so please indulge his clingy behavior (and he is very clingy.)
Speaking of clinginess, Louis is still incredibly petty and if he feels you’re not making enough time for him, expect to be called out on it.
“Am I not enough for you?” “If you prefer the single life, I can stop burdening you with this relationship.” “I see I come last in your life, as always.” “Don’t string me along. Either breakup with me here and now, or actually be with me.” “I see you do not take this relationship as seriously as myself. I will adjust my expectations of you accordingly.”
He’s a total drama queen and at first his proclamations scared you, thinking he was going to break up with you. But once you realized he was just overly dramatic about everything, you barely bat an eye now. You still try to make it up to him, though, whenever he’s feeling neglected. He’s enjoys that very much.
Any holiday, he’s asking you to come home with him. The mansion gets pretty lonely with just him and Oguma and he wants you there with him. You almost always comply.
At first he was pretty insecure about his leg and felt like you might think he was a freak because of it or worse: weak. You always let him know that you don’t care about his leg and that you love him regardless, even though you believe he has nothing to be ashamed of in the first place. That always makes his heart burst with love for you and he turns into absolute puddy in your hands.
Very jealous. Still holds on a little to that envy he has for Carnivores and thinks one might steal you away, especially since a couple of your male friends are Carnivores. In his mind, who wouldn’t want to be with some one bigger or stronger? He tends to lash out when he’s feeling particularly jealous and it’s the cause of almost 90% of the fights you two have.
When it comes to fights, even though Louis can be very petty, he hates every second the two of you are at odds so he usually apologizes fairly quickly. If you are the one who is in the wrong, he will continue to do normal activities (holding your hand, going out to dinner, cuddling) but he will do it angrily and give you the silent treatment until you apologize (please apologize quickly, he hates being mad at you even if he doesn’t admit it.)
His favorite activity? Anything where you lay on his chest. He lives for it and he really doesn’t get a restful sleep unless you’re on his chest. (Also he totally owned a weighted blanket before he met you because Deers usually sleep cuddled together in little huddles so it’s just kind of their ‘thing’ but it doesn’t hold a candle to when he has you sleeping on his chest. Actually had a “Is this what I’ve been missing all these years?” revelation moment when you two first started dating.)
Wear his clothes, it makes him feel manly also he thinks you look adorable. Plus he loves when you give them back and they’re covered in your scent, makes him feel so... owned? But in a good way! As if you were staking your claim on him which is a secret weakness of his.
Doesn’t really like Horror movies but will endure them if you’re into them. Likes to watch with you on his lap and his hands under your shirt (yes, he’s extremely distracting and yes he’s just trying to fool around. He couldn’t care less about the plot because he finds it unrealistic and not scary)
Though Louis had long ago cast aside the thought of having children (he doesn’t believe he’ll be a good father, similar to Oguma), any time he sees you interact with children and how well children respond to you, it awakens that inner ‘Stag’ in him and suddenly the thought of having kids doesn’t seem so bad, not if you’re by his side. He tends to try to not linger on those feelings for too long though so he doesn’t get any big ideas.
Okay now time for the NSFW portion.
Once again, Louis can! not! keep! his!hands! off! you!
Male Deer have a higher sex drive than the average Herbivore male so please be prepared for that.
Loves when his partner is kinda heavy, it amplifies the sex for him. His favorite thing is when they ride him/bounce on top of him, it’s practically an instant nut from him.
Louis can force himself to hold off on coming if he has to but he has a ridiculously quick recovery time along with the stamina for multiple rounds so he’d rather just come in or on his partner then keep going rather than prolonging it.
Oral is a power play to him and nothing turns him on more than using his incredibly long/skilled tongue to turn his partner into a weeping mess before him.
Has a habit of picking his partner up and throwing them over his shoulder to carry them to the bedroom. Asserts his dominance and he knows his long legs will get you both there faster.
He loves a vocal partner, and craves every syllable you can muster during sex. Whimpering his name mixed in with nonsensical affirmations of love gets his heart (and cock) instantly swelling.
Remember that he likes heavier partners? Well that ties into the whole thing with the weighted blanket and Deers just in general craving something on top of them, so naturally Louis prefers when you’re on top but is happy to participate in any position you prefer. Just know if it’s missionary or some variation of that, he is throwing your legs over his shoulders (so it’s kinda like a compromise?) The boy just really loves having you draped over him, okay?
Also in the case of a heavier partner, he is always trying to flex his strength and assure you that you’re not too heavy for him at all. Always picking you up (to fuck you against the wall), sitting you in his lap (to finger fuck you), carrying you bridal style (to take you to the bedroom to fuck you.) He’s very determined to show you just how obsessed he is with your body.
He’s very weak when getting his cock sucked and WILL come in your mouth within a few minutes. He’s not ashamed in the least bit.
You have about a five minute window after sex to do everything you need to do (use the bathroom, get cleaned up, etc.) because once he atttaches himself to you, you’re not going anywhere. Cuddling after sex isn’t optional, even if he’s mad at you.
Speaking of which, angry sex with Louis? Absolutely mind-blowing. Once he’s in full blown Stag mode, there’s really little you can do except lay there and take his huge cock while he pumps you with load after load of cum. Also, the overstimulation is out of this world.
Louis’ demeanor completely cracks after sex and he’s literally at his most vulnerable with you then. Openly confesses just how much you mean to him in moments like these while showering you with aftercare/ affection. Really turns into the lovey dovey type and likes to just sit there stroking your fur whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you lay on his chest.
This has probably gone on long enough so I’m just going to end this here but the boy’s madly in love with you, enough said.
Dude if it’s horny hour can we do one with Louis. Like maybe his s/o went into heat for the first time with him. Maybe she’s a carnivore and this is his first time dealing with a carnivore in heat
Okay hold up I absolutely LOVE THIS wtf why didn’t I get to this sooner!?!?! Also this started off as headcanons and somehow just naturally morphed into a fic??? I liked both haves so I just kept it!
Warning: Smut (N/SFW 18+)
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- Louis is an Alpha in this scenario but the catch is he’s a Herbivore Alpha!Male which is pretty Apex (idk if I’m using that word right??) amongst Herbivores but still nowhere near Carnivore Alphas if you catch my drift.
- So his significant other is a Carnivore Omega! And so far in the relationship, you’ve been on suppressives to deal with your heat. Which is what most Omegas do because it’s just easier that way.
- Well things have been a little hectic in your life lately. You’d recently moved in with Louis since you were practically over there constantly anyway and somewhere during the move you’d misplaced your suppressants. At the time you didn’t think it was a big deal since your heat was still a couple of weeks away.
- You went to your doctor, hoping to just get a refill be on your way but of course doctors never believe Omegas and denied your request, saying you had to fill out a Lost Claim form, and wait for it to be approved and whatnot, a process that would take weeks. You filled out the form you knew deep down it wasn’t going to go through in time.
- So you began mentally preparing yourself. You knew you couldn’t involve Louis in this. You loved him with all of your heart but he was still a Herbivore. You couldn’t control yourself during your heats, it was dangerous for him to even be in the same vicinity as you, let alone try to help you with it.
- You also knew asking one of your Carnivore Alpha friends to help you out was a no go. Louis was still an Alpha in his own right and like most Alphas, he wore his pride on his sleeve. That in combination with his Shishigumi position, he’d have any animal that tried to assist you killed. No, you would definitely just have to handle this on your own.
- Your old apartment, though pretty barren except for the furniture that came with it, was where you’d have to tough this out. Thankfully, your lease wasn’t up until the end of the month so it was the perfect place to isolate yourself.
- The day your heat was due to start, you waited until Louis left for work then you skipped out with a duffle bag full of everything you’d need to survive the next couple of days. You knew you should texted Louis to let him know you were okay but you didn’t trust him not to double back so you left an old school handwritten note on his pillow that read “Be back in a few days.”
- Needless to say when Louis came home to find that, along with some of your things missing, he automatically assumed the worst. Were you leaving him? What had he done so awful that you needed physical space and time away from him? Were you in trouble? Were you... cheating on him? The last thought threw him into an utter rage and he immediately began blowing up your phone only for it to go straight to an automated messaging system.
- Louis began to panic, he called in a few connections and eventually discovered you’d been seen entering your old apartment earlier this week. Without a second thought, Louis grabbed his car keys and was at your place in no time flat.
- The second he opened the door, he was overwhelmed with your scent. This was far more intense than any heat he’d ever experienced with a Herbivore and almost instantly triggered his rut.
- He found you curled up in your old bedroom in a flimsy, barely thrown together nest, clutching your abdomen in pain. He immediately picked you up and carried you down to his car.
- “There’s no way I’m letting you ride out your heat in that pathetic excuse of a nest.” Louis grumbled, buckling you into the front seat. As he himself climbed into the drivers seat and drove off, he thought the pain of your situation would keep you preoccupied until the two of you arrived home. He was mistaken.
- The entire drive home, you were pawing him through his clothes, trying to convince him to take you right then and there. Getting you inside wasn’t any easier as you kept trying to rip his clothes off of him. By the time he threw you on the bed, you were full on begging him to ruin you.
- Louis wanted you so badly but he was hesitant. There was a reason you’d gone through such essesive lengths to avoid having him help you through your heat. You’d lied to him, holed yourself up in your old empty place, even endured this physical pain alone just to avoid asking him for help. A small part of him felt hurt. Perhaps you didn’t want him to breed you after all...
- Louis pushed his own feelings to the side. You were in agony and you needed relief, and he was the only one who could provide that for you now. So without further to do, he stripped you of your clothes, your feverent hands rushing to help him.
- The second you spread your legs for him, Louis could feel his resolve crumbling as the scent of your hormones flooded his senses. It was a beautiful smell, so sweet and mouthwatering it made him physically groan in hunger.
- He brought two fingers to your lips, shoving them in your mouth roughly. “Suck.” You followed his orders immediately, whining when he removed them. He made up for it immensely though, when he slid them inside your aching entrance one at a time.
- He fingerfucked you into a sobbing mess, begging him for more, meanwhile he was fighting the onslaught of his own rut tooth and nail. Despite his best efforts, it still kicked in with brute force, his entire body igniting in passion.
- He wanted to take the noble route, he really really wanted to take the noble route but him jerking himself within an inch of his life while pumping you with his fingers just wasnt cutting it. He needed to be inside you and he needed it now.
- He pulled you on top of him so that you could dictate the pace and at least have some semblance of control. That was his downfall.
- You sank right onto him, riding him like mad while clawing at the fur of his chest. Louis tried getting you to slow down by steadying your hips but it was a fruitless effort. You were consuming him completely, your soft walls sucking him in greedily. You were so tight, Louis knew he didn’t stand a chance at lasting with you and he was right. Louis came immediately, his knot locking into place within you.
- You shuddered on top of him, the tightness of his knot stretching your core finally slowing you down. Louis sat up some, adjusting himself so that he could suckle you, taking your oversensitive, engorged nipples into his mouth.
“Feeling better?” He asked switching to the other neglected nipple. Your eyes seemed to finally lose the clouded haze they possessed earlier and you looked like you could actually concentrate with his knot locked deep inside you. Louis knew he didn’t have long before the swell went down and the two of you were back at it again, slaves to your own hormones.
“Louis, baby, I’m so sorr-“
“Save it Y/N. Just... just tell me why you ran,” Louis asked so you explained the entire situation to him and how you didn’t want to hurt him in case you lost control. Louis listened intently, not saying a word the entire time. Once you finished, he simply hummed in acknowledgment that he’d heard you before sliding you off of him. You hadn’t even noticed that his knot had ceased its swelling enough for you two to separate.
“We’re going to have a serious conversation about this once we’re in our right minds.” Louis said digging in the closet for something, then returning with a silk tie the two of you had implemented in the bedroom previously on more than one occasion. “But for now, I’m about to show you just how much you could never hurt me.”
“However, before we do this, you have to tell me how you want it. Rut or not, I have enough self control to back off if you tell me to,” Louis said sincerely yet you could tell by the way his dick was already standing at full attention this was harder for him than he let on. “If you don’t want me, or if you think I won’t be.... enough, then I-”
“Louis that’s not the case at all! Of course I want you! In any capacity! But not if there’s a chance that I’ll.... th-that I could....”
“Y/N, look at me,” you did and it was as beautiful a sight as always. Despite his herbivore status he was far from fragile, his frame filling out in adulthood to showcase the power and authority male deer held in the animal kingdom.
“Being devoured is far from being a fear of mine.” He glanced down at his prosthetic, “and besides, you couldn’t hurt me even if you tried. You’re too weak and small, I could easily overpower you.”
As if for emphasis, Louis grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed so that his straining member was pressed against your exposed entrance. Your legs went to instinctively wrap around his waist but he halted the action, opting instead to throw them over his shoulder. He had to bend forward since your legs were too short otherwise for the position, which brought him face to face with you.
“Now I’m only going to ask this one more time. How. Do. You. Want it?” His breath fanned over you as he slid himself inside you, a snug fit made easier by how wet you were for him already.
You were mewling beneath him and Louis couldn’t deny the sense of power that washed over him. He felt his Alpha instincts kicking into high gear and before you could even answer, he had begun his own pace.
He was pounding into you like his life depended on it, the sounds you were making only adding fuel to his fire. You were begging him to claim you, mark you up, make you his. The bond mark on your neck where he had long since mated you called to him. But he resisted. The two of you had all night, there was no need to rush. Besides, if he sank his teeth into you every time your scent glands called to him, he’d end up tearing your throat open.
“Fuck Louis, I’m about to explode. Please let me cum, I need your knot to cum,” you cried, slapping his forearm in a weak attempt to tap out. But your disheveled state alone was enough to drive him over the edge, your automatic submission to him making his Alpha practically preen in satisfaction.
He came for the second time that night, the familiar feeling of his knot expanding and filling you to the brink becoming addictive to him. He kissed your ankle before letting your trembling legs fall from his shoulders to take purchase on his waist. He ran his fingers through the soft fur of your thighs as a way to soothe you as you came down from the high of your own orgasm.
The two of you sat there, taking in each other’s forms until you finally broke the silence, “You forgot to tie me up.”
Louis glanced over at the long forgot silk tie on the bed. Though he’d suspected this might be the case, he knew for sure now he’d never need the garment. With the excess strength and power his rut gave him along with your natural submission to him as an Alpha, all thoughts of you hurting him were quickly negated.
“I have a feeling we won’t be needing that,” he growled, leaning down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.
Can i get Josuke, Polnareff, Formaggio and Narancia trying to jumpscare their s/o but they were holding a kettle with boiling water and they spilled it on themselve and getting a bad burn ?
Hi anon! So my character limit is 3 unless it’s a team, I hope you don’t mind me just doing Polnareff, Josuke, and Narancia 🥺 don’t get me wrong i like Formaggio too (I’ve got a veryyyyy spicy WIP for him on the side), but I think him and Polnareff might be pretty similar anyway.
Also awww this kinda fluffy angst, the poor reader!
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Polnareff
I cannot for the life of me remember what ep this is from lmaoo Pol you just really look so funny
To say Polnareff was devoted to you was almost an understatement. In the months he had been gone, investigating something for a friend he wouldn’t tell you about, he made sure to smother you in affection from afar. Love letters, flower bouquets ordered from vendors down the street you weren’t quite sure how he did it. You knew he missed you terribly, and you missed him too.
Especially on mornings like these, with the sun so bright and warm, not a cloud in the sky. You smiled to yourself at how cheesy it was to think of Jean Pierre just over a normal, sunny morning, but you imagined he would make a morning like this anything but mundane. You made yourself a cup of tea and went out to the front porch of the little cottage you lived in.
Polnareff wanted to surprise you when got back. It was incredibly difficult for him not to call you instantly when he was finished investigating. He wanted to hear your voice, to see you, to hold you and catch up on the months of time he had lost with you. He made his way up to your house with the widest grin on his face, and the largest bundle of roses in his hand that he could possibly afford.
Both of you had the perfect reunion set up in your mind. You reached for the door at the same time Polnareff swung it open.
You jumped back when the door appeared to come alive, spilling your tea all over yourself. The boiling liquid burned your arms, and as if you wouldn’t have already started crying upon seeing him, you burst into tears.
Polnareff’s smile fell and the roses were discarded to the ground as he lunged forward toward you, putting his arms around your back to steady you.
“Mon cherie, what happened? I am so sorry... I didn’t mean to frighten you mon amour! Let’s get that treated right away.”
Despite his hulking frame and rather large muscles, Polnareff was gentle and tender as he helped treat your minor burns. Eventually your tears gave way to laughter. He had just been trying to surprise you and look what you had done. Any sort of romantic reunion was completely thrown out the window as the two of you had grown worried, spent the first hour together again trying to fix your stupid mistake.
He gave you a very confused look when you started laughing, and his face almost made you laugh more. Finally, you gathered yourself enough to bring your hand to his face, and pull him down into a kiss.
“Not what I had planned but...” you smiled as you finally got a good look at his face again. “Welcome home.”
Josuke
“Oh! Hello Josuke,” your mother greeted him after he’d knocked on the front door.
“H-hello, ma’am... uh, I mean Mrs [L/n],” he bumbled, internally flinching at his own trip up. It didn’t matter how many times he talked with your parents, it made him incredibly nervous. There wasn’t even any reason to be! They were incredibly kind to him; and if he could deal with his own mother, he should be able to deal with anyone. He sighed, ran a hand over his pompadour habitually, and gathered himself. “Is [y/n] free? I was hoping we could go together to meet up with our friends at the cafe.”
“Hm? Oh yes, [y/n] is awake in the kitchen. Go right on ahead, Josuke.”
As he stepped past your mother, however, he noticed she had a coat and her purse thrown over her shoulder, as if she was leaving. She seemed to notice him staring, because she smiled once more at him.
“I’m just running to the grocery store. You two kids better not get up to anything while I’m gone!” She said before stepping outside and closing the door.
Even though he knew she was teasing, Josuke felt a blush crawl across his face. He heard that all the time from his own mother, but there was something different about your mother saying it to him.
Now that he knew the two of you were alone though, he wasn’t embarrassed to give you a little surprise kiss. Purposefully, a miscue IOU’s grin crawled on his face as Josuke snuck toward the kitchen; for someone of his height and stature, one might think this was impossible, but Josuke had learned by now the art of stealth in order to play video games while his mom was sleeping down the hall.
He peeked his head around the wall, where he found you standing at the counter, humming a song to yourself. He was so overcome by the thought of how cute you were that he didn’t notice the kettle of boiling water in your hands as he lunged forward.
“Gotcha!” Josuke gleefully yelled as he seized you by the hips, but his lips did not make their way to your face.
You, aware that Josuke may be stopping by today but assuming you were alone when your mother left, shrieked upon the feeling of someone grabbing you. The kettle in your hand went flying, as did the cup of tea you had already poured in the other. By the time you realized it was Josuke, and that your mother must have let him in, you were already crying as the hot water burned you.
“Wha- shit! Shit!” Josuke immediately grew agitated when he recognized you were hurt, it then took him several moments later to realize it was his fault.
If there was one thing Josuke was devoted to, it was protecting the people he cared about. That was the basis behind the restoration ability of Crazy Diamond. And he was the one who had hurt you.
You didn’t flinch when he reached for you, that much was reassuring to him. He took both of your hands in his and manifested his Stand. It never mattered to him in the moment when people who couldn’t see Stands realized he had healed them somehow; all that mattered was taking away the pain, making it anew. And he wanted nothing more than to take the pain away from you. Even if Crazy Diamond’s ability made him feel the pain instead, he’d gladly take it. The burden belonged on him, it was his fault.
A minute passed and you passed your fingers over where the burn had been, mesmerized and stunned. You had no idea how Josuke had healed you. In fact it was somewhat of a miracle. But you didn’t want to think about it now, pushing it from your head as you looked up toward him.
“I’m sorry,” your boyfriend muttered, looking utterly defeated.
“It’s okay Josuke,” you cooed softly, wanting nothing more than to see his smile in that moment. “It was an accident, that’s all.”
As you pushed your head into his chest and hugged him, Josuke tenderly wrapped his own arms around you too. Right, an accident. And Crazy Diamond had healed you, restored your skin without fail. So that the only thing left of the incident was the dripping countertop where the kettle had spilled, and the guilt already weighing heavily on his spirit.
Narancia
Waking up in your arms was what Narancia lived for. You werent living together yet, but it was something you discussed often; especially considering how much time he spent at your place anyway, and how much he slept over. He had an extra bag left in your apartment just in case he got called out to a mission while in your home.
But when Narancia woke up to an empty bed, he found something he like even better - the smell of breakfast wafting from the other room. You were cooking for him?! It was like every day, you got more and more perfect to him.
Narancia hastily got dressed, pulling on much of the clothes he had been wearing the previous day. He assumed that in all his fumbling and swearing, you would have heard that he was awake from the open bedroom door.
He stretched, mussled his hands through his bedhead hair to make it more of an even unruly mess, and bolted out of the room straight to where you were standing in the kitchen.
“Buongiorno!” He yelled as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. His eyes were closed and a big grin was over his face, delighted to spend another morning with you.
But when Narancia heard you gasp, felt something hot drip ever slightly on his arms, he opened his eyes and his wonderful morning shattered.
“What happened?!” He growled immediately, as if he thought someone had attacked you. You were clutching your arm against your chest, gasping over and over again. But then Narancia’s eyes wandered over the stain on your shirt and the liquid on the floor, the shattered cup, and Narancia realized exactly what happened. Espresso was one of his favorite things, but right now he hated it more than anything else in the world.
“Cosa ho fatto? Damn it! Oh god, [y/n], I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to spook you!”
He couldn’t help but panic a bit, upset that he had caused this. All you had wanted to do was make breakfast for him and he repays you by burning you? Eventually, Narancia calmed down enough to bring you a wash cloth of cool water to wrap the burn in and guided you over to the couch. Your voice helped calm him down too, assuring him over and over that it was an accident.
Of course, how much more pathetic could he be? You were in pain, you were the one who had been hurt and yet you had to comfort him? Narancia was visibly upset as you brought him down to sit next to you, and cuddled into his side. Narancia was tense, but wiped the tears on your cheeks away and watched as you fell asleep with him. He was surprised by this trust; the anxiety that you might not feel safe any longer in his arms would keep him wide awake at night from that moment on.
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[A/N: so like I spent a long time trying to come up with these and liked my ideas... but after writing them idk how I feel. I feel like I made the Polnareff one too lighthearted and the Narancia one too serious. But I put so much effort into them that I can’t see them coming out any other way. The Josuke one turned out exactly how I planned though. I hope you like them all anyway!]