Dare to Dream

From one girl to another - Things take time to heal

[perasperaadastra5]

Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Jacob x Fem!reader (This takes place shortly after the events of New Moon)

Chapters- (1) (2)

Summary: After moving to the small town of Forks Y/n meets Bella who tells Y/n everything about her messy love-triangle, save for the magical stuff of course. Y/n then meets the werewolf she's heard so much about whom she is almost instantly enamored by. Does he feel the same? And will he choose to protect her from his curse or will he break all the rules and tell her everything. Will Y/n let him into her closed down messy life, or will she deny love because it's easier for her and everyone she holds dear?

Authors note: Hi everyone! This is a slow burn Jacob Black x Female reader fanfic, and also my first ever fic, so I'm super excited to see what yall think of it. This is just a Prologue/Chapter 1 of reader moving to Forks and meeting Bella and her school friends. I promise the future chapters will be much more interesting and Chapter 2 will be sure to introduce Jacob I promise!

Word Count: 1.6k ish

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You had lived in small towns your whole life, moving from school to school, and never staying in the same place for too long, but for some reason you can't quite figure out, Forks felt different. It was gray yet vivid, quiet yet loud, and most of all it was small just like you were used to, but there was something larger than life about the place.

You had only lived here for about a week now, and today would finally be your first day at school, and at work for that matter. You had moved here with your mom and immediately hunted for a job at the local diner; she claimed to need distance from your dad, even though it had been years since the divorce, but naturally you couldn't blame her. "Y/n? Are you almost ready babe?" Her voice called from downstairs waking your from your trance as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

"Yeah ma, just about!" You called back down sighing in relief. It sounded like she was going to be in a better mood today. That's the thing about your mom; she was just about as psycho as your dad. Every good day for her was accompanied by a bad month. On a good note however, being raised in a toxic household taught you how to raise yourself to be a better person than the ones who raised you, so who were you to complain really?

After grabbing your bookbag and a warm jacket you tumbled downstairs trying desperately to not be late on your first day at a new school. "Ready." You declared with wide eyes and a half-hearted smile as the two of you made your way to the car.

Oh yeah, another perk of having parents who chronically mistrust you not matter what you do; you're not allowed to drive yourself.

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As you pulled into the school parking lot you hurriedly grabbed your bag and opened the door in a rush with a quick bye to your mom.

The school was tiny and covered in a shiny fresh coat of rain. Though you never got to experience too much growing up except for the occasional thunderstorm here and there, you couldn't help but to love the rain. Everything about it drew you in; the feeling, the smell, the freshness of it all. It always felt like a new beginning and that was something that you longed for always.

The first few classes droned by dully with the exception of a teenager every now and then welcoming you to Forks with a myriad of questions. It wasn't anything your weren't used to, but despite loving being alone, you hated the feeling of being lonely, so you took the chance to make any new acquaintance you could.

Starting with a soft spoken girl named Angela and her boyfriend Eric. They were both super friendly and invited you to lunch with them rather quickly which is where you met the rest of their group.

Angela introduced you to everyone making sure you were included in the conversation. First there was Jessica. She was a bit snarky and quite honestly you could already tell she wasn't your type of person. Though beautiful she made it perfectly clear she was jealous of anything that breathed.

Then there was Mike, he was sweet and goofy like a golden retriever and you couldn't help but like him instantly, but you could already tell he was the type to fall fast, so you'd have to make it perfectly clear you didn't do 'dating.'

The last in the group was Bella. She was incredibly stunning, and extraordinarily awkward, but you didn't mind, she seemed to be perfectly kind and for that you were immediately grateful.

"So, why'd you move here of all places? I mean there's nothing here really unless you count school as a 'fun' activity." Jessica scoffed out with a sarcastic laugh.

You laughed with her, because really, she wasn't entirely wrong. "Well my mom just kind of needed a change of scenery, and Forks definitely has that going for it." You stated, noting the plentiful forestry and gorgeous mountains, "Besides, I'm more of the homebody type anyhow."

"Yeah, same here." Bella chimed in with a playful huff.

Mike snorted looking at her as he spoke to you, "Don't listen to her, trust me she's out plenty with her two boyfriends keeping her company."

You raised your eyebrows incredulously.

Angela huffed and you noticed that Eric had wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Well, that's adorable. "Mike shut it. Don't listen to him Y/n, he's just jealous." She rolled her eyes at him, "Bella only has one boyfriend, Jacob is just a friend. Not that it's anyone's business Mike." She looked at him pointedly and he jokingly rolled his eyes back at her.

As the conversation continued I looked across the table at Bella and noticed she was nervously chewing her bottom lip between her teeth. A habit you had as well.

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After the final bell had rung you spotted Bella outside heading in the direction of what you assumed was her truck and decided to catch up with her.

"Hey Swan, wait up." You lightly jogged up to her from behind putting a hand on her shoulder as you finally made your way to her.

"Oh hey, what's up?" She questioned awkwardly as per usual, but you didn't let it bother you.

"Hi, sorry, I was just wondering if there was any chance you could give me a ride home? My ma's still at work, and I know it's super last minute but I think it's about an hour long walk and I'd totally get in trouble if I tried to forage that by myself." You cringed slightly feeling like an inconvenience.

She sighed almost relieved and gave you a small crooked smile. "Yeah of course, hopefully you don't mind the noise. My trucks not exactly new." She chuckled and you laughed with her feeling a weight off your chest at what could potentially be an easy friendship.

You were about halfway to your house when she finally started talking. Not that the silence was uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry about lunch. I hope Mike didn't make you too weirded out by me. I don't actually have two boyfriends." She huffed out.

"Oh, no not at all, don't even worry about it." You shrugged it off. "But if you don't mind, I am a bit curious." A smirk lit up your face as you glanced as the chocolate haired girl.

She got one good look at your face and cracked a small smile of her own before it quickly turned into a frown. "Well, my uh boyfriends name is Edward. Him and his family… moved.. away about 6 months ago, and we sorta broke up I guess. Pretty harshly actually."

You listened to her talk as she winded down the roads, fully invested in her story.

"While he was gone, I kind of broke down I suppose." She looked over at you scrunching her eyebrows, "I know that sounds dramatic, but we have this bond I guess and it just hurt you know? Anyways, while he was gone I started to spend a lot of time with my friend Jake. Jacob. I blocked everyone else out, he was the only person I could really stand to be around, and I know it's selfish of me, but I knew he liked me and I guess I took advantage of that so he would stay with me a bit longer. Flash forward a couple of months and I get this call from Edward, he's in Italy… and he wants me to come down and see him. Well, as you can guess Jacob didn't like that very much, but I had to go. It's different with Edward. Anyways Edward told me that his family was moving back, and when we got home Jacob wouldn't talk to me anymore."

You took in every detail of her story as she fumbled around her words. "So, you haven't spoken since then?"

She looked tragic now, "That's the worst part I suppose. He showed up at my house a couple of weeks ago, and Edward was there. They got in this fight and I told Jacob that if he made me choose I would choose Edward every time. And that was the last time we spoke." This time she glanced at your face sheepish as if looking for judgement.

Instead you just smiled softly at her. "Your life sounds like something straight out of a novel." I grinned laughing a little, "We're gonna have so much fun together trust me."

She smiled back at you. A real smile, the first wide one you've seen on her face since you met her.

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THE END OF CHAPTER 1

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Authors Note: Okay quick question, but do yall like the second person pov, or would yall rather it be in first? Also what did yall think of chapter 1??? And any suggestions for how reader and Jacob should meet? I'd love to hear yalls ideas ;>

[perasperaadastra5]

Not All Who Wander are Lost

(Chapter 2)

Jacob x Fem!reader (This takes place shortly after the events of New Moon)

Chapters- (1) (2)

Authors Note: Hiiii, and welcome back! This chapter feels a bit rushed and kind of out of place, but I really wanted reader and Jacob to meet, so I went ahead and wrote that scene as soon as I got home from school! I promise it will get so much better, but I need to work on some planning so I might not update until the weekend or possibly next weekend! I'm so glad I have people reading it though I'm so excited for what this could turn into! PLEASE LEMME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK :>

Summary: After moving to the small town of Forks Y/n meets Bella who tells Y/n everything about her messy love-triangle, save for the magical stuff of course. Y/n then meets the werewolf she's heard so much about whom she is almost instantly enamored by. Does he feel the same? And will he choose to protect her from his curse or will he break all the rules and tell her everything. Will Y/n let him into her closed down messy life, or will she deny love because it's easier for her and everyone she holds dear?

Word Count: 1k

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After Bella had dropped you off you had gotten ready for work and walked the ten-minute stretch to the diner. The wooden café smells of fresh coffee and french-fries, and its low lighting makes it peaceful even when brimming with customers; like today.

It isn't too packed, but regardless there are more than enough tables to wait on. You had started out nice and steady; getting through each tables customers as quickly as possible, but before you knew it the whole place was bustling with people, and you couldn’t keep up.

Which might explain why you weren’t paying attention when you crashed into the rock solid body in front of you.

The drinks fly everywhere as you stumble back like a toddler who is only just now learning to walk.

A red heat flushes through your face, burning and incriminating, at the realization that the whole diner just watched you stumble to the floor.

“I am so, so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going and...” You continue to ramble as you rush to pick up the spillage you had caused.

A voice chuckles above you, “Don’t worry about it, I do it all the time.” His voice is deep and rich and almost makes you stop in your tracks, but what really causes you to pause like a broke down car was the sight of his huge worn down hands. After all- teenage girls notice these things.

But his hands and his voice were nothing compared to the face they belonged to. When you look up you meet the eyes of a tan skinned boy; his eyes are the color of wet tree bark, and his eyebrows hang lowly over his full lashes, thick and dark in the way they scrunch playfully together. His hair, the same color as his eyebrows is messy and stuck out in every which way, but it frames his face perfectly - which is beyond ethereal. His jawline can cut grass and his full lips hide the most gorgeous smile you've ever laid eyes on.

“Sorry,” you mutter, because you have to say something to cover up the fact that you've been blatantly staring with your mouth open for who knows how long. You’ve never met anyone who whole bodily encompasses warmth; his smile instantly calms the heat in your cheeks and settles the nerves in your stomach as a mothers coo silences a fussy infant.

“You said that already,” he chuckles, but it was only half-hearted as he fixates his eyes on your own with an almost confused look on his face. “I uh, don’t remember ever seeing you around Forks before.”

“I just moved here a couple of weeks ago.” You don't realize that the two of you are still on the ground, because in that moment he was all you could focus on.

He watched you intently when you talked, but all he could mumble out was a simple, “Oh.”

You scramble to get up and stack the now empty cups you've been clutching on to. He stretches to his full height beside you and towers over you, but he isn't frightening. He has a strangely gently nature about him.

“Hi,” He grinned dumbly.

“Hi.” You laugh back immersed in his eyes.

You probably would’ve stood there memorizing every inch of his face for hours if it wasn’t for your boss, “Y/n, honey. Already?” She walks up behind you placing a caring hand on your shoulder and effectively snapping you out of your trance.

“Sorry Cora. I wasn’t paying attention,” You wince looking away from the dazzling face in front of you and meeting the incredulous stare of your employer.

She looks towards the golden skinned boy and then back to you, “I can tell.” She purses her lips playfully and pulls you towards the kitchen, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You take one last look at the boyish grin on his face before stumbling back into the kitchen.

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After work your mind is filled to the brim like an overflown bathtub. His face flashes through your memories; pure, soft, and intense.

You had never felt a tidal wave of emotions like this before.

And the chilled rain that lands on your face as you walk home only forces a chill through your bones that makes you wild with want. Nothing in your life has ever pulled you towards another person so rapidly.

So when you fall asleep that night you aren't at all surprised at the dreams of him that flash through your mind.

*He stands at the edge of the mossy, misty forest and beckons you in with a sharp grin and bright walnut colored eyes, and as you follow the trees warp and twist around you, smelling of soft moss and fresh rain. They whisper to each other, looking down on you as though you’ve interrupted a private conversation.

When you look away from the talking trees and back towards the boy he is no longer there.

Your head whips in every direction. Searching for him. Yearning for him. But all that’s left is damp Earth and the trees that have finally gone silent.

That’s when you spot it; when you spot him. A wolf; stalking you, watching you.

Hunting you.

Its teeth are bared, and its russet coat shivers with a need to run. The leaves beneath its large paws crinkle and break into a thousand little pieces. A growl as deep as the ocean rips out of its wet mouth, and its honey brown eyes sharpen into focus as they watch your every move. That’s when it dives towards you.

Straight for your heart.*

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END OF CHAPTER 2

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Authors Note: If anyone has any ideas on how I can further the plot I'd love to hear them! More Jacob x reader tension coming soon!

Thanks for reading ;>

[outromoonyy]

“You block people over politics?” girl I block people if they don't like Remus Lupin.

[outromoonyy]

Can we please talk about Sirius Black, the boy who everyone says is arrogant, selfish, and loud and takes up too much space? The boy who was raised in a house where love was conditional and usually came with a price tag, so he decided that his love would be the quietest thing about him

Sirius, who realized early on that Walburga could only focus her rage on one son at a time, so he purposefully dropped a vase, or scuffed his boots, or spoke out of turn the second he saw his mother’s eyes narrow at Regulus. Sirius, who took the punishments and the confinement and the screaming matches just so his brother could have one silent, peaceful night in his room.

Sirius, who stops wearing his heavy cologne three days before the full moon because he knows Remus gets sensory overload. Sirius, who casts subtle silencing charms on the soles of everyone's shoes so their footsteps don’t pound in Remus’s head, and learns to communicate in looks and gestures so Remus doesn't have to strain to process voices.

Sirius, who wakes up ten minutes before everyone else in the dorms to organize James’s scattered Quidditch gear. Sirius, who checks the tail twigs on James’s broom before every match, not because he thinks James is bad at maintenance, but because he can’t stomach the idea of gravity hurting the one person who makes him feel grounded.

Sirius, who sees Peter getting talked over in group conversations and suddenly goes quiet, staring intensely at him and saying, "Wait, Wormy, say that again? That was wicked." Sirius, who laughs the hardest at Peter’s jokes just to make sure the rest of the Gryffindor common room knows that Peter Pettigrew is worth listening to.

Sirius, who "coincidentally" needs to walk the route past the dungeons every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon because he knows Mary gets anxious walking there after the Mulciber incident. Sirius, who swings his arm around her shoulders, talking loudly about absolute nonsense, making himself a big, threatening shield between her and the Slytherins, daring anyone to look at her while she’s with him.

Sirius, who sees Marlene vibrating with anxiety or rage before a match, so he purposefully pokes and prods and annoys her until she tackles him into the common room rug. Sirius, who lets her wrestle all that nervous energy out on him, letting her pin him down and think she just won a fight, just so she can walk onto the pitch with steady hands.

Because Sirius acts like he loves himself the most, just to hide the terrifying truth: that he loves everyone else infinitely more than he will ever love himself.

[chaosbarnes]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[outromoonyy]

People who think Sirius is annoying don’t understand that sometimes you have to be the loudest person in the room just to drown out the voice in your head telling you that you’re unlovable.

[moonstruckme]

hi angel!! can you please write a fic with sirius x shy reader where she meant to be going out with sirius and his friends where some girls who have previously liked him and shes feeling nervous/insecure about what they'll think of her so she drinks a bit for liquid courage and later on sirius takes care of her listening to her drunk babbling and reassuring her? thanks lovely!!

Thank you <3

cw: intoxication, feelings of inadequacy, some mature implications but nothing happens

Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 1.2k words

The thing is, Mary is really lovely. She’s sweet, bubbly, gregarious. One of those people who makes you feel in on the joke. And she’s beautiful, so you can understand why Sirius dated her. They must have been a perfect match. 

You, you need three gin fizzes before you can even begin to match Mary’s natural congeniality. Not to mention the rest of Sirius’ friends. They’re a fun, chattery bunch, each clever and funny and entertaining in their own individual but reliable ways. Your packed corner booth covers so many topics so quickly it makes your head spin. 

You find some solace in the women’s toilets. White fluorescent lights that bring attention to the makeup smudged just underneath your eyes, it’s here that you realize you may have overdone it. You look at yourself in the mirror as you release a slow breath, listening to the laughter outside the door from within your little bubble of quiet. 

When you force yourself to go back out, Sirius is waiting. 

“Hi.” Your liquid courage seems to abandon you without the rowdy pub atmosphere to bolster it. This is just you and Sirius in a dim hallway, your boyfriend’s smile igniting a familiar warmth in his eyes and nervous flutter in your gut. “I could’ve found my own way back,” you say. 

“I didn’t think you couldn’t.” Sirius steps into your space, hand on your waist as he presses his lips to yours gently. “I just wanted a chance to do that without getting loads of shit for it.” 

You smile. “There would have been booing,” you agree. 

“Oh, definitely. James would’ve pretended to be sick.” 

You rest your forehead on his shoulder. Selfishly, you want to keep the both of you here a little while longer. Sirius seems to understand this, his hand drawing back and forth over the sliver of skin between your trousers and the back of your shirt lazily. 

“Mary had to leave,” he says, “but she threatened me with all sorts of vile things if I didn’t give you her number. She wants you to have coffee sometime.” 

“That’s nice,” you hum, really extraordinarily pleased. “Why’d she have to go?” 

“She forgot she was supposed to meet a friend at ten.” 

You smile ruefully. That sounds exactly like a girl like Mary. Her only flaw is that she has too many people who wish for her company and not enough time to devote to them all. 

Sirius smells nice. Like clove and nighttime, and a little bit like the greasy chips James ordered for the table. You imagine you smell like gin and fizz. You mumble your question into the neckline of his shirt, so that the warmth of your breath warms the cotton and Sirius makes a confused tsking sound. 

“I can’t hear you when you talk like that, baby,” he says, encouraging you away from him with a hand on your cheek. You look up at him through heavy lashes. 

“Have I embarrassed you?” you murmur. 

Sirius looks like he’s going to laugh. You won’t be able to take it if he does, you think. You’ll have to lose Mary’s number as well as his and move across town. 

“What?” His voice is amused, brows raised. “No, you haven’t. Not at all. Why would you think that?” 

You shrug, embarrassed. “There’s makeup under my eyes.” 

“Is there?” Sirius’ smile grows. He adjusts his hold on your face, licking the pad of his thumb. “I didn’t notice, but we can’t have that, can we? Hold still.” 

You don’t hold still, shying away the first time he reaches for you. But Sirius understands that it’s not him you’re trying to get away from; he’s patient and diligent, wiping beneath your lashes with careful touches. You feel hot from the tips of your ears down to your chest. 

“There. Perfect as ever before.” He plants a smiling kiss on your lips. “Is that all, lovely?” 

“I think I’ve maybe had too much.” 

Concern touches the space between Sirius’ brows. “Are you not feeling well?” 

“No, I just—well, no one else had as much. I feel like they can tell I’m faking.” 

Sirius is frowning properly now. Inadequacy rings baldly in your tone. His thumb strokes down your cheek. “Faking what?” he asks you. 

“Being good at this,” you murmur.

“You are good at this.” He seems defensive, as if you’re discussing his shortcomings and not your own. “You don’t—there’s no one way you have to be. Sweetheart, I want you here because I want my friends to meet you. It sort of defeats the purpose if you’re putting on someone else for them to meet.” 

“I just—okay. I’m not jealous of Mary. That’s not what this is.” You’re talking a bit too fast, drink lubricating your throat so near anything seems likely to come out. “But I can see how you two would have worked together, and how she works with your friends—she fits in. Everyone’s so fun, and you’re all fast with your jokes, and I’m, I’m not that. I can try, but I think…” Your voice quiets. “I’m not very good at it.” 

As you’re talking, Sirius’ eyes are narrowing. He’s brazen in his thoughtfulness, seeming to size you up while he listens. Whatever audacity is left in you sputters out under the weight of that look. 

“Can I tell you something?” he asks after a moment.

You hum softly. 

“I don’t know how you’ve not managed to pick up on this, because I haven’t been trying for subtlety” —he draws you closer by your waist, until you’re nearly stepping on his toes— ”but I think you’re perfect. Really. You can go out there and ask anyone at our table, they’ll tell you I’ve been saying it since a week after we met. Marlene would probably love to tell you, actually, she found it rather irritating.” 

You look down at his throat, but Sirius encourages your chin back up with his finger. “You’re fun,” he says. “You’re loads of fun. And you’re just as quick with jokes—actually, you’re loads funnier than Remus, though you can’t tell him I said that.” 

“Sirius,” you chide, suppressing a smile. 

“Dead serious,” he says with a straight face. “Really, lovely, just because you’re not as outspoken as all of us twats fighting to shout over each other doesn’t mean you don’t have important things to say. They know that, they all know that. And can I tell you something else?” 

You hum again, made wary by the glint in his eye. 

Sirius leans closer to your ear. “I sort of like that you’re usually only loud for me. In private.” 

Your laughter comes out suddenly enough to startle you both, you closing a hand over your mouth while Sirius leans away, grinning. 

“God, sorry,” you whisper, looking around in case you’ve attracted attention, “that was loud.” 

“Well, we are in private.” 

“You’re awful.” You hide against his front, giggling. 

“Yes, yes, I’m awful and you’re perfect.” Sirius kisses your hair. “I know all of this already, it’s only news to you. Listen, I don’t mean to rush you, but we probably should get back to our table before they send James for us. They were already complaining about you being too long in the loo before I left; they’ve grown rather attached to you.” 

Your brief silence must communicate enough of your surprise, because Sirius laughs. 

“Oh, right, yeah. They really like you. Shocking.” 

[moonstruckme]

blanket fort - “thank you for picking me up- i know it’s late.” with fwb!sirius maybe? I’m thinking like.. you’re not together but you call him cos you need him and he comes right away <33 do with that what u will hehe

Ahhh thank you mal <3

cw: alcohol, attempted sa (mentioned, not in the scene)

fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 969 words

You like it a lot when Sirius calls you his. It’s usually by accident. He calls you lots of things—gorgeous, sweetness, dollface—but never in the same tone as when that incriminating my slips out. My darling, he’d said once, teasing, trying to get you into the shower with him (it worked). Another time, kissing overstimulated tears off your face before they could fall onto his pillowcase, my lovely girl. Sometimes, you think it’s a little pathetic of you—not very feminist, that’s for sure. You like being independent. You aren’t anybody’s. You shouldn't want to belong to someone. But you do, and not just anyone; you want to belong to Sirius. 

So it’s possible that it’s only wishful thinking, when cool fingers brush the hair from your face and you think—you hope—you catch a murmured, “Oh, my girl.” 

Regardless of what you may or may not hear, you’d know the feel of that hand anywhere. 

Sirius is waiting when you unstick your lashes, looking down at you with an amused uptilt to his perfect mouth. He pushes more hair away from your eyes. The surface of the restaurant table feels nice against your cheek. 

“What happened to you, hm?” 

“I don’t know,” you reply drowsily. “What happened to you?” 

Sirius huffs out a laugh. “Well, I was sitting at home thinking about this bird.” 

“Gross. Is she pretty?” 

“Stunning. I figured I’d call her to see if she was thinking about me too, so I did, and do you want to know what she had the gall to tell me?” 

You put a hand under your cheek, angling your face to see him better. You are intensely curious. “What?” 

“She said that if I wanted to fuck her, I had to come and pick her up at the fancy hotel downtown. So, here I am.” He gives you a once-over. “I don’t think we’re going to be fucking, though.” 

You frown. “No?” 

“No, sweetness. Sorry.” 

“Why not?” 

“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.” He strokes your cheek, smiling in a way that makes you feel all melty soft. “Hey, stay put for me a minute.” 

Staying put feels like all you know how to do. You assume Sirius goes somewhere, but you don’t notice. You blink, and he’s back in front of you, a glass of water in his hand where there wasn’t one before. He gives your shoulder a pat. 

“C’mon, sit up.” 

“M’fine,” you say, even as you do as he tells you. Your head spins once there’s no table to stabilize it. “I don’t need anything to drink.” 

Sirius’ eyebrow flicks up. “Who says it’s for you?” 

“Oh.” You’re strangely put out. “It’s not?” 

“No, it is.” He cracks, grinning. “Just have a little for me, babe. For my peace of mind.” 

You whine as he puts the glass to your lips, but you don’t have much choice. The water presses insistently at your mouth. Sirius holds the side of your face as you take it down, so that’s nice, at least. 

You breathe out after swallowing. You hadn’t noticed your throat hurting before, but it does feel better now. Sirius wipes a dribble from the side of your chin like it’s nothing. 

“I asked you to come here,” you say, “didn’t I.” 

Sirius’ lips quirk. “Demanded was more like it.” You put a hand over your eyes, and he tsks, laughing. “What, lovely, was it a bad night?” 

“Bad date,” you moan. “So boring. Worst conversationalist in the world, I could swear he was trying to get me liquored up.” The smile fades from Sirius’ face. You like this, strangely. You want his sympathy. “He’s staying here, you know. That’s why we met at the hotel for dinner, I was just too stupid to think of it.” 

“He tried to take you up to his room?” he asks. 

You make a wry sound. “Yeah, but he didn’t seem to like when I said I was too drunk to do anything.” 

Sirius skims you over. You don’t know what he’s looking for, or if he finds it, but his expression is uncharacteristically humorless when he nods. “Good girl.” 

You eye him. “Because I’m not having sex with other people?” 

“Because you’re looking out for yourself.” 

You sit with that for a while. You wonder if Sirius would be angry if you had gone up. Sober, that is. You wonder how he’d react if you told him about it later, what he’d think of you sleeping with someone who wasn’t him for a change. What would he think if he knew you only came on this date as an act of desperation? That you’d been so lovelorn, so pathetically hung up on him, that you’d gone out with the first person who made themselves available to you? 

Fortunately, you still have enough of your wits about you to know you’d hate yourself for asking. 

“So,” you say instead, “are you going to take me home now?”

Sirius grins. “I suppose I am.” 

You muster your best grin in reply. “I know how you love to take me home.” 

“Shush, lightweight. Drink your water, then we’ll go.” 

You pick the glass up to appease him. But when you only have a few more sips before leaning your head on his shoulder, Sirius doesn’t complain. 

“Can I ask you something weird?” you murmur. 

“Nothing’s ever stopped you before.”

“You’ll do something for me?” 

“Hm, depends.” Sirius is teasing, but when you fall silent his tone gentles. “What is it?” 

“Call me something nice?” 

You shut your eyes. Just inebriated enough to ask, just sober enough to be embarrassed. You’re sure he’s going to laugh at you. 

Sirius’ kiss lands softly atop your hair. “I’ll call you whatever you want,” he says, in that tone, that soft, incriminating tone, “my sweetheart.”

[loveologistic]

ugh i yearn for sirius black

[perasperaadastra5]

Warm welcomes to everyone✨

hi! Im so glad you’ve made it to my platform!

ill try to keep things short, and simple so you dont have to read too much chatter

but im finally ready to begin my journey as a writer and i feel like this is the best place to start

so if you’ll join me on this journey and submit a request or two into my “ask away✨” box id be please beyond measure!

My Guidelines

i hold no judgment however

i won’t be accepting topics such as

incest

Intimate relationships with animals

graphic scenes depicting violence

Some kinks: feel free to ask ofc and ill tell u what im comfy with😊

i mean no judgement by this i just have hopes of this blog being a safe and comfortable place for everyone who visits! i hope you’ll understand!

Characters I Write For

sirius black (marauders)

james potter (marauders)

remus lupin (marauders)

kilorn (the red queen)

ron weasley (hp)

harry potter (hp)

fred (hp)

george (hp)

draco (hp)

cedric (hp)

edward (twilight)

jacob (twilight)

if theres anyone else ask away✨ill see what i can do!

im willing to write basically any trope, at any location, in any time! if you want medieval sirius to duke it out with edward over y/n im here to create your choice of world!

and i do write smut as well and polyamorous relationships though ill need to work on that

tell me all ur specifications and ill put my mind to work as soon as possible!

thank you!- Aspera away💙