congrats on 1k again my love, for the celebration- 📜 sirius black and maybe a little best friend to lovers action? like a confession or smth- but seriously anything you want because your writing is so beautiful <
this turned into a whole fic lmao
(you kiss on side walks) you fight and you talk
i suck so much at friends to lovers and confessions, so i had to make it an angry love confession cause i'm emotionally constipated lmao.
word count: 1.5k
warnings: mentions of sexual harrasment
sirius doesn’t realise that you left the scene until james pushes him against the wall, the jagged bricks pressing against his back. he’s panting, his breaths coming out as smoke in the cold november night.
“get your shit together, man,” snaps james, his eyes scanning over the purple bruise that’s already showing on sirius’s left cheek.
sirius can’t focus on james; his eyes are glazed over in anger, a faraway look in them. he can still see the way that guy had groped you, the creep’s hand sneakily squeezing your ass as you stumbled drunkenly next to sirius. he can still hear the surprised squeak you let out, how you had turned around with your cheeks puffed out in anger, courtesy of the liquid courage coursing through your veins. the way you recoiled back into sirius when the guy stepped forward.
you had never been good with confrontation, especially with men. no matter how uncomfortable you got, there was a lingering fear that clung to the back of your mind, one that made you believe that if you fought back it would be worse for you.
so you kept quiet.
luckily for you, sirius had no qualms about violence, especially when it came to defending his friends.
it had always given him an incomprehensible rush. it made him dizzy with power when he felt bones cracking under his hands, adrenaline coursing through his veins when he hit muscle.
the first time it happened, you asked him why he did it. he shrugged, a very faint blush coating his scratched cheeks but he smirked, trying to play it off. “just defending your honor,” he had spoken in jest, but there was a softness to his words— a hidden depth.
sirius blinks repeatedly, his tongue wetting his lips and tasting copper. oh, he thinks, guess the guy did manage a few punches after all.
“where is she?” he asks, worry coating his voice when he doesn’t see you around. you're not hugging lily as you normally do in these moments, letting the redhead soothe you with her caring touch. you're not gripping remus’s lanky arm either, but remus is shaking his head reproachedly, like always.
“after she found me, she left,” james’s voice catches his attention once more.
“and you let her go alone? at 3am?” he snarks, his eyes narrowed.
james lowers his arms, making sirius stumble a little after losing his stability. “sorry,” the sarcasm is clear. “i was a little busy trying to keep you from beating that guy into a pulp. y’re lucky the police didn’t show up.”
he’s about to explain himself, but his mind keeps conjuring up images of you walking alone in the dark. “where did she go?”
james knows what he’s thinking, so he sighs and nods to the left.
sirius clasps him on the shoulder and starts running, trying to catch up to you. he curses you in his mind, why’d you have to be such a fast walker?
about three blocks in he hears heels clicking against cobblestones, a feminine figure walking with her head down and her arms around her waist trying to keep warm. that's when he notices the jacket, and the patch on the back. his jacket.
he calls your name. well, it's more of a shout. you stop walking for a second, wandering if you should let him catch up or keep walking, but you don't get a choice because sirius barrells into you.
"sorry, sorry," he pants, softly squeezing your shoulders. he notices your eyes are a little red, and you sniffle as you step away from him. his heart breaks a little when you do. "why— why did you leave?"
you furrow your eyebrows. "that's what you want to say to me?"
sirius gulps. he doesn't like the underlining anger in your voice. "i just— you shouldn't be walking alone at this time. s’dangerous.”
you roll your eyes. “right, because you’ll just swoop in and beat the shit out of someone if needed. my hero.”
sirius narrows his eyes. “don’t take that tone with me. i did it to defend you, why are you so mad about it?”
"god, sirius, you looked insane!" you cry out. "the poor guy had blood dripping down his face and— and you weren't stopping! i had to get james because you kept pushing me away." then you speak quitely, vulnerably, "it was so scary."
'you were scary' hangs in the air, not spoken but implied, and sirius's heart breaks fully this time. and because he's never been good with emotions, he turns to what’s familiar: anger. "what did you want me to do, huh? he touched you," he snarls.
"i know, i'm not saying he didn't deserve it, but one punch would've been enough. not— not that brutal thing you did," you try to make him see sense. "is he alright?"
sirius tenses. he squares his shoulders, prepares for a fight. "why don't you go ask him since you care so much."
you gape at him. "are you kidding me? are you seriously angry at me?"
"yeah! i was defending you, and now you're looking at me like i'm worse than that idiot who groped you and said all those horrible sexual things about you."
"i never asked for you to defend me! you've always done that, even when i told you we should just walk away because i didn't like the attention it brings!"
"well what do you want me to do when i see disgusting men catcalling you or trying to touch you!?" he steps forward with every word, anger coursing through his veins. "or my personal favourite, when i caught one guy trying to slip a pill into your drink? what do you want me to do, huh?"
you cower at his tone and the memories he brings up, but you still stand your ground. you raise your head and stare straight into his stormy eyes, nostrils flaring. "why do you care so much?! you never get like this with marlene or lily!"
sirius wishes he could hold back his tongue, that he had some semblance of self control. unfortunately, he doesn't. "because i love you, you idiot!"
you freeze up, your arms falling to your sides as you look at him wide eyed. sirius is so fired up he doesn't notice. "i love you, and i won't just sit back and do nothing when those men talk about you like you are a piece of meat— i can't sit back. because you are brilliant, and smart, and kind and brave but you get so small when they say all that shit and i hate it." he paces back and forth between the brick wall and the curb as he rambles. "when they touch you or whistle at you i can't take it, i just have to do something! i know you won’t, and that’s okay. i’ll do it for you, i’ll do anything for you." he cups your face softly.
he pants as he looks at you, chest heaving up and down with rapid velocity. "you love me?" you whisper disbelievingly.
sirius's mind finally caught up to his tongue. "shit," he curses, his hands falling from your face. "fuck," he turns around, gripping his hair and pulling it in frustration.
this is not the way he wanted to tell you.
he walks away, cursing at himself in a low voice when a tight grip on his arm turns him around.
"look, i—" he's caught off by a pair of lips. your lips.
you kiss him timidly, testing the waters, still a little afraid that he didn't mean it like that. but when sirius finally relaxes against you and pulls you close to him by the waist, the kiss turns hungry.
he kisses you like he's been waiting years to do so, like now that he's got a taste he can't bring himself to stop. he still tastes of vodka and lucky charms and blood, but it’s so irrevocably “sirius” that you savour it gladly. your fingers grip the collar of his leather jacket, trying to pull him closer and closer and closer even though it's impossible.
he bites your lower lip, swallowing the moan you let out with a smirk. your teeth clash together, but you're so desperate for him you can't bring yourself to care.
then, it turns slow, lips dancing together like waves meeting the shore. "i love you," you whisper against his mouth and you kiss him again.
"i love you," a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "i love you," a kiss on your nose. "i love you," a kiss on his cheek. "i love you," a kiss on your forehead. "i love you," a kiss under his jaw.
"i love you," whispered while looking into each others eyes, smiles wide and letting the wind carry it home.
Oh my GOSH… guess who just hit 1k and wants to do something to celebrate?! I’m having a little positivity party on here, so I’m going to spread some love to say thank you!!! This little blog is such a happy + safe space for me and I’m so glad to have so many amazing buds on here! My goal for this little party is to try and make as many people happy as possible so let’s spread some cheer and have a fun time doing it!!!!
🎈 party plans:
I’m going to be picking out 5 people to create a little online letter graphic for, full of compliments and things I love about your blog + you, just as a little pick-me-up for whenever you need it! It’s going to be like an online penpal letter I’m going to make for you! (I’m only doing 5 of these, just bc they might take me a little more time!!!)
10 people will get little paragraphs with lots of lovely loveliness about them sent to their inbox!
20 people will get a list of things I love about them + their blog
as well as this, it’s a party for a reason!!! I’ll be checking out as many blogs as possible, and dropping little anons and appreciation around wherever I can!!!!
🎈 rules:
must be following me! I will be checking just to make sure it’s fair!
reblog this post as many times as you’d like! (likes = bookmarks)
for an extra chance, send me an ask with a ‘💛’ and just tell me anything you’d like or ask a question! I’d love to hear more abt people here!
I’ll be picking the party favors through a random generator so it’s going to be a big surprise for everybody oooooo
I’ll publish the names on August 31st, and then I’ll get in touch with people soon afterward with party favors!
it’s my first time throwing a party so pls be nice!!!! keep in mind that some of the prizes might take a while! 🎈
THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYBODY! This has turned into a happy little place for me and I hope for you too! I want to give some of that happiness back and send some sunny smiles to everyone who sees this!!!!!🌻🌈
so sorry this is so late :( i hope a little skaterboi!remus makes up for it
not proofread nor edited
minors please don’t interact with my blog. you can however interact with this piece since it’s sfw.
bun in the oven
you bite your nail nervously as you sit on the floor in front of remus, bundled up in one of his hoodies that is simply too big on you and a fleece blanket.
remus fingers pull apart the wrapping paper carefully, never wanting to rip any of the colourful papers you use on his gifts. he wonders what you could’ve possibly gifted him that requires such a big box.
“hurry!” you burst out, your nerves getting the best of you.
remus chuckles, a honeyed sound that would normally turn you into a mushy mess, but not tonight.
it’s too much of an important night for you to relax.
“patience, bun,” he says, eyeing your fidgety expression. “it’s my present, i can take however long i want, isn’t that right?”
you huff, not exactly in the mood for his need to turn everything into a lesson. “just open it, please,” you whine.
he takes out the paper to reveal a brown box with a purple heart drawn in permanent marker, clearly your doing. he can’t help but smile when he sees both of your initials inside it. never in a million years would he have thought that the pretty girl from the flower shop would give him, the lanky boy with patched clothing and way too many scars, a chance.
he doesn’t think he needs any more gifts, not when the fates gifted you to him.
he opens the cardboard box to reveal a new skateboard. “it’s, um, it’s custom made,” you squeak, your heart beating at a million miles per hour when he turns it over, revealing the true intentions of the gift.
“#1 DAD” is printed in bold red on the bottom. remus’s fingers trace the word “dad” with the same softness they always trace your figure. his eyes fill with tears that don’t fall just yet, but there’s a lump on his throat and his nose turns a little red. “dove,” he whispers, completely taken by surprise.
“there’s another thing inside the box… just in case it wasn’t very clear,” you laugh a little, your own eyes a little weepy.
quickly, he searches through the box, the previous cautiousness nowhere to be found. his fingers wrap themselves around a stick. he knows what it is, he isn’t stupid and he knows what the skateboard means, but something inside him begs for him to check it. to make sure that this isn’t a dream, that the one thing he never thought was possible was actually happening.
the two pink lines of the pregnancy test stare at him, very real and tangible. finally, the tears fall. “we’re having a baby?” his voice is hoarse, full of emotion.
“yeah,” your voice trembles, just as emotional as your boyfriend.
remus launches himself at you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in his lap. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, kissing you there repeatedly. “m’gonna be a dad?” he mumbles.
you cup his face, your thumb brushing away his tears and kissing the scar over the bridge of his nose. “you’re going to be the best dad,” you say, not a trace of doubt in your voice.
he sobs, pulling you in for a kiss that tastes like hot chocolate and salty tears. it’s slow, a way for him to convey all of his emotions. happiness, fear, gratitude, love.
when you pull away, you smooth back the tuft of chocolate brown hair that hits his forehead. he looks at you through waterlogged lashes, the same crooked smile he gave you the first time he came into your shop covered in dirt. his rough palm rests on your still flat stomach, “and you’re gonna be the best mom.”
omg this is so cuteee. it’s the first time i write for remus so apologies if it’s bad
soft bristles
an old rock song plays from the record player you thrifted for him a while ago.
you are in remus’s at-home art studio, which is actually just a spare room in his apartment he shared with sirius. you are sat on a cushioned stool he bought just for you, the floor beneath you covered in some old bedsheets to avoid messing up the wood. the back of your canvas faces remus’s, both of you playing with different brushes and colours.
you peek around your canvas, quickly glancing at the random swirls of pink before you catch remus’s playfully narrowed eyes with a giggle. “i told you not to look, bunny.”
you go back to your painting, packing your brush with a royal purple. “sorry,” you say gently.
remus chuckles. he knows you’re not.
a few minutes later, it’s his turn to peek around, though he is doing it to look at you, not at your painting.
your overalls are covered in month’s old paint, red and green and white all over the rough fabric. there’s black on your fingertips and yellow on your left cheek that you accidentally smudged when scratching it. he had heard your gasp of surprise when you remembered your fingers were stained, and the little grumble of “stupid” that made him swallow back a laugh.
your hair is up in a ponytail, stray strands framing your face and a pencil tucked behind your ear. you look so relaxed, shoulders slumped forward and that little crease between your brows is nowhere to be found.
your eyes meet his, heat rising to your cheeks when you see the adoring glint in his pupils. “don’t look at me like that,” you mumble shyly.
remus shrugs. “sorry,” his voice is deep with a hint of amusement. you know he’s not.
he looks back at his painting, stares at the red brush strokes that mix with the pink and the green dots in the corner of the canvas.
he sighs while cleaning his brush. his painting has nothing on you.
📜 maybe something with aleksander and alina? your like the only person who writes them together
overstimulation
lapushka: darling
milaya: sweet girl
aleksander’s rough palms graze the front of your body, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples as your back arches.
“too much, s’too much,” you whimper. one of your hands clings to aleksander’s wrist while the other grasps the bed sheets, your nails puncturing holes into them.
“i don’t think it is, lapushka,” he says, amused by the way you trash and whine. he looks at alina, who is laying between your legs. “what do you think, solnishka? should we give her a break?”
alina tries to speak, but her mouth is too busy feasting on your pussy. a very muffled ‘no’ sends vibrations through your pussy as she shakes her head, the movement only adding to your painful pleasure.
she sucks on your clit eagerly, two fingers moving in and out of you at an incredibly fast pace even though your walls are clinging to them needily, begging them to stay inside you.
aleksander’s mouth is now stuck to your neck, sucking and licking and biting. his hands keep playing with whatever he can reach, one of them sometimes leaving your burning skin to push alina further against you.
“oh saints,” you wail as alina curls her fingers just right, tears cascading down your face as everything became too much.
aleksander chuckles against your skin, nosing your neck affectionately, a stark comparison to the treatment he offered to your tits. “just us, milaya.”
sometimes you paint in the park, where the sun hits remus eyes perfectly and it highlights the golden specks in his irises and the chocolate in his hair. other times he paints your back, and it’s impossible not to shiver when the cold paint hits your skin, no matter how many times he scolds you. you try different mediums: acrylics, oils, chalks, ceramics. no matter what, you always end up looking a mess; both from the paint and remus’s kisses.
tina baby my love my angel i would love to see the moodboard you made for the luckiest! 🥺
THE LUCKIEST — james potter x reader
It is only a few minutes into cake baking that he realizes this is a mistake. Not only does he have no clue how to follow a recipe (or really any instructions for that matter), but he has to do it all while wrangling a particularly loud and squirming toddler, letting out a constant stream of “shhh be quiet darling!” and “remember your mum is sleeping, and we’re trying to surprise her!”.
he’d make you try on the silliest things: top hats, weird shaped glasses (like those from new year’s eve), and old grandma nightgowns. you wouldn’t be able to contain your laughter as he walks out of the dressing room wearing cowboy boots, a pair of yoga pants with juicy bedazzled on the back, and a crop top that you’re not sure he’ll be able to get out of, with a tiny pink leather bag on his shoulder. he buys you many cups of coffee and different pastries because “you need energy to walk, poppet.” when he sees a flower shop, owned by an old lady who can’t help but fall into the trap of james’s charm, he buys you the biggest bouquet.
