The Stars In Our Eyes

the stars in our eyes

songfic: what being in a secret relationship with sirius would be like.

content: sirius black x fem reader, swears, reader briefly stress non-eating, fluff, steamy content

a/n: this song is the sweetest ever and the lyrics are adorable i highly reccomend besties - if you watched ATAPS you might know it ;) literally I've been writing so much for sirius but I've got some other marauder stuff lined up 🤪 hope u enjoy besties <3

Cradle me, I'll cradle you

Giggles drifted in the midnight air as you and Sirius snuggled, talking about everything and nothing all at once.

What with the other marauders being asleep, he'd casted the muffliato charm hours ago to conceal your conversation from their ears.

The marauders always had you in their dorm - you were friends with all of them, of course. But while the others were sleeping and thought you had left, you and Sirius stayed up most of the night talking in his bed.

It was the only real alone time you got at the magical boarding school, what with constant prying eyes and no privacy. The early hours provided a cover that the both of you hid yourselves behind each night.

Though the both of you were somewhat tired most days, it was worth it to spend those small hours in each other's arms.

He had you tucked into his chest, limbs entangled, his hands smoothing your back and lulling you to sleep.

"Pads." you whispered. "I have to go." you smiled sleepily, as he groaned, merely pulling you closer.

"We don't want the others waking up and finding me here, Siri." you explained, tucking his messy hair behind his ear.

He let out a long sigh, opening his eyes slowly. "Just stay here a few minutes longer." he pleaded.

"Okay." you whispered, cuddling back into him.

I mean, how could you say no?

I'll win your heart with a woop a woo

Though your relationship was a secret, Sirius Black was still an infamous flirt. People knew the both of you to have amorous exchanges even before real attraction was on the cards, so he kept up the front.

You walked down the dorm room steps and into the common room, fumbling to zip your bag closed as you prepared for a day out in Hogsmeade.

"Hey, guys!" you beamed over at the marauders, who were waiting for you by the door.

Sirius' eyes unashamedly raked over your body, dumbfounded by how pretty you looked in anything you put on. He noticed the dress you were wearing was new, and wanted everyone to know what he thought about it.

A low wolf whistle was sent your way, which commanded the attention of a lot of the room. You blushed, laughing, as you walked closer to them.

"You clean up nice, L/n." Sirius said, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

You only responded with even more bashful giggling. You were good at disregarding his remarks before, but now you knew his feelings for you... you couldn't hide it as well.

"Ready to go?" Remus asked, oblivious to the whole thing.

"Yep." You confirmed, and the five of you began to walk towards the portrait hole.

"I mean it," Sirius whispered. "You're gorgeous."

Pulling shapes just for your eyes

You had seen him from across the room - in fact, you knew exactly how long he'd been in the room because you kept looking for him ever since you came down.

And without fail, whenever you searched for his eyes, his were looking for yours.

As you danced, the common room was bustling with drunken teenagers and the scent of firewhiskey and smoke dancing in the air.

You saw Sirius in the crowd, talking to someone in just the right position so as to still be able to look at you in notion.

You smiled, intensifying the 'sexy' of your dance moves as you kept your focus on him. This proved to work, as he chuckled, shaking his head, and quickly finished his conversation.

Meandering his way around the crowd to find you, he subtly slipped a hand in yours and you let him pull you away, and upstairs.

"Missed me, huh?" you joked, biting your lip.

"You made it very hard not to." he chuckled, referencing your tantalising dancing.

You were like magnets, always wanting to be closeby.

So with toothpaste kisses and lines

You tried to cover your mouth as the fluoride foam dribbled down your chin, but he moved your hand away from your face, laughing around his toothbrush.

He leaned in to kiss you, and you dodged it, frowning jokingly and shaking your head.

"'Thatsh grosh, Shiri." you said, your voice muffled by your toothbrush and the mint paste frothing up in your mouth.

You quickly washed your mouth out with water, Sirius doing the same, before he picked you up and placed you on the counter next to the sink, standing between your legs and running hands along the skin underneath his your shirt.

You smiled down at him, resting your forehead against his.

You were so glad you could have normal couple moments like this when all your roomates were staying with their respective partners.

"Gonna let me kiss you, now?" he asked. You nodded, cheeks now aching from how much you were smiling.

Butterflies flooded your abdomen as he pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, tasting like his mint toothpaste.

You parted, still smiling, as his fingers traced all the lines of your body - your hips, your thighs, your collarbones, fully appreciating every inch of you.

"You're beautiful."

I'll be yours and you'll be...

There were other sides to the secrecy - certain difficulties.

Though futile, you found it hard having to sit there and listen to conversations about how 'sexy' your boyfriend was and how girls would opt to have sex with him in a game of fuck, marry, kill.

And you couldn't say anything - he wasn't openly yours, yet.

Seeing girls actually try to pursue him was the worst. And sometimes he'd let it happen. But you understood why - he was the Hogwarts playboy. Who could possibly assume he'd have something else going on behind the scenes?

All you could do was sit there, trying not to stare or listen so as to not upset yourself.

It was similar for him; he wished he could kiss you in front of everyone after you got a high score on a test, or wrap his arms around you whenever someone would try to ask you out.

But he practiced restraint. The both of you did.

Because you couldn't call each other 'mine'.

Lay with me, I'll lay with you

"Can I see him?" you asked Madam Pomfrey tentatively, after you'd snuck into the hospital after hours.

"Yes, dear, but only for a short while. The boy needs his rest."

"Thankyou, thankyou!"

Sirius had been injured in a quidditch match, much to his chagrin. He saw your concerned face as he limped from the pitch towards the nurse's ward, and hated himself for causing you worry.

But you didn't look worried when you stuck your head around the curtain of his hospital bed - you looked at him in pure adoration.

He wanted your eyes on him forever.

"How are you feeling?" you asked immediately, tucking his hand in yours as the curtains shrouded the both of you from view.

"Better now." he flirted, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, that crooked smile appearing on his face.

He began to shuffle over, wincing in pain as he did so. You wished you could take away that pain - but all he wanted was just your presence.

"C'mere." he beckoned, lifting the covers up for you to slip under. Nestling into his chest, you sighed.

"You were amazing out there, Siri."

"I flew into a bludger. Not my finest hour."

"Well, 's not your fault the bludger had a vendetta."

We'll do the things that lovers do

Sitting in the Great Hall with the entire school in the room was a feat, especially when the both of you sat next to each other.

You couldn't resist footsying him under the table, or leaning into him in a way that looked normal, brushing your hand with his as you reached across the table for various items.

Then there were more obvious things that would've been glazed over by your mates - Sirius pouring out your water for you, the two of you stealing food from each other's plate, the long held glances you shared.

But holding hands was something you adored.

His thumb brushed against your knuckles as your fingers intertwined out of sight, you fiddling with his rings on particularly stressful mornings.

"You've barely touched your food, Y/n/n..." he'd notice, whispering his concern to you so only you could hear.

"Just a bit stressed, is all." you explained.

And he'd know exactly what you needed. A subtle arm around you, circling warm patterns on the small of your back for encouragement and reassurance.

You lived for these secret signs of affection.

Put the stars in our eyes

"Look, it's Sirius!"

"No, I'm right here."

"Look up, Pads."

The two of you were laying on the soft grass, cuddled together in a hidden area of the grounds where nobody would find you. Sneaking back into the castle at this time would be a feat, but that was an issue for later.

For now, you were staring at the canis major constellation twinkling above you in the sky.

"You see that star right next to it?" Sirius asked, pointing to the star twinkling right alongside it. "It's called Mirzam, but I think I'd rather it be Y/n." He smiled.

You giggled into his chest, before sitting up slightly, leaning on your elbow.

"You can't just go around renaming stars, Siri."

"Who says? That star was named after me."

"Sirius, I don't think that's how it-"

He cut you off by leaning up and kissing you. When he leaned back again, he smirked in triumph. You laughed at how childish he could be sometimes, despite the fact that you were in one of your last years at Hogwarts.

"So it's settled. Now I've got you by my side forever." he grinned, tickling you as you let out shrieking giggles.

And with heart shaped bruises

You smiled as you looked at yourself in the mirror, the hickeys and love bites left by your lover adorning your neck and chest. You found his marks beautiful - everyone knew you belonged to someone, though they didn't know it was him.

You put on one of his sweat shirts that had somehow landed in your posession, yet another signifier that you were his.

As it was a Sunday and Sirius was busy with the marauders gallavanting around the school pranking whoever, you took your time that morning, deciding to write in your journal a little.

You flicked through, smiling giddily at all the magical moving polaroids you'd stuck in there of your time at hogwarts.

There were several of him - your favourite being the first day you met, at midnight quidditch. The picture was captured while the both of you laughed at something in the distance, but it was so perfect.

You knew even back then that you were going to fall in love with him.

And late night kisses divine

You let out a soft moan as Sirius planted hot, wet kisses down your neck, the atmosphere around you humid and sweaty as Sirius moved in and out of you.

"Sirius..." you breathed out his name, dragging your nails along his back as he groaned at the feeling.

He loved everything about sex with you - your legs wrapped tightly around his middle as he thrusted, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he consistently hit your sweet spot, the soft sighs you let out of smiling lips with his praise and loving words.

Times like this were your favourite, too - words could no longer serve their purpose after long conversations that drifted into the early hours. Smiles turned into kisses and most nights were completed by an eternity of hazy lovemaking.

Slurred 'I love you's were repeated from both of you as pure pleasure built up inside you.

Coming undone together was a phenomenon both of you had mastered, chests heaving against each other as your breathing mingled, followed by soft laugher from the both of you at how amazing this was every single time.

"I love you so much."

"I love you more."

cherry blossom

Pairing: fred weasley x gryffindor!reader

Summary: fred and bestfriend!reader finally figure out their feelings for one another, and someone decides it’s time to act on them

Word Count: 2.8k +

Warnings: maybe some cursing

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Fred was most definitely a flirt. You knew that, George knew that, hell, your entire year knew that. Still, that knowledge didn’t take away from the fact that you got butterflies every time it happened.

You had been friends with the Weasley twins ever since your first year at Hogwarts. It was actually George and you who became fast friends, then you warmed up to Fred and his more outgoing nature. 

In that time, it’s safe to say you harbored a bit of a crush on the older twin. Sometimes with all the flirting you two do, you even consider that he may feel the same way back towards you. Most times you brush it off for a more realistic idea that he’s just a natural flirt, which he is.

“Y/n!” George shouted from across the great hall. He and Fred excitedly waved you over to them. 

You chuckled, and brought your dinner over to where they sat. Fred moved over a seat, and patted the spot between him and his brother. 

“You know I would have made my way over here eventually, right?” You teased as you sat down. “You can never get rid of me.” You lightly bumped shoulders with the twins as they chuckled. 

“Thank Godric for that,” Fred sighed, “who else would do my potions homework for me.” He smirked at you and shoveled a piece of toast into his mouth.

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• Coincidentally, you’re both at a hotel, leaving your rooms at the same time. Turns out you both had a one-night stand and it was terrible

Probably Harry Potter x reader?

Hey, anon!! Thank you for your request!! This turned out short and cute, hope you enjoy!

Reader is probably Muggle because there's no way they could be in the wizarding world and not know Harry 😅

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Warnings: Mentions of drinking, mentions of sex but nothing explicit.

Word Count: 0.8k

Instantly || Harry Potter X Reader

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

You felt like an idiot for falling asleep. The previous night had been a drunken night of messy sex with someone you had met at a party. It had been terrible and you had planned to leave as soon as you were done but you must have dozed off after the tremendous amount of alcohol you had consumed.

Scrambling around the room to find your discarded items of clothing, you tried to be as quiet as you could so as to not wake the mystery person sleeping soundly under the covers.

You closed the door behind you and walked down the corridor on your tiptoes, with your shoes, jacket and bag in your hand. You hadn't even checked the mirror, only hoping that you were presentable enough to face the world. The relief you felt when you saw the lift was quickly diminished because the doors were closing. So you started to sprint, not really caring how frantic and delirious you may seem, because you wanted to get out of there as soon as you could. Just then you saw the door reopening and you took a relieved sigh. A young man was waiting inside, his dark hair was messy and you wondered what kind of a disastrous evening he must have had for it to get into that shape. He also had a bunch of belongings tucked in his arms, and he kept looking over your shoulder as you rushed to the liftas if he was making sure no one was following.

It seemed like you weren't the only one who was escaping some sort of situation.

You quickly pressed the button to the lobby when you stepped into the small confined space. He smiled at you crookedly when you made eye contact for the first time, “Thank you.”

You couldn't believe his smile was capable of becoming so warm but it did when he spoke, “You're welcome.”

The doors closed behind you, and you took your place beside him. Hoping no one would interrupt you, you decided to strike up a conversation with him.

“So, I'm guessing you also had a bad night and decided to flee?” You asked as you lifted an eyebrow.

“It was rather...uneventful, to be honest.” His green eyes were flickering with mischief and for a moment you wondered if you were still drunk.

“Same here, I was really hoping for something much more,” you sighed as you watched the elevator numbers change as you descended down.

“What like?” He asked simply. You paused for a moment and bit your lip, not sure what you were actually after.

“I think I needed someone who would know how to treat me,” you whispered, not even sure if he had heard you or not. You saw him push his glasses up with the tip of his index finger, “I'd know exactly how to treat you.”

You felt your breath hitch, suddenly aware of how close you were but the elevator doors opened with a loud ding! The lobby was seen past the doors and you weren't sure if you could move or not. The stranger smirked and gestured towards the door, urging you to walk. You collected yourself and stepped out of the lift, unable to speak. How did he have such an effect on you? It had merely been minutes since you had seen him for the first time. But he made you want more, as though there was a storm beneath his collected demeanor. You wanted a taste of it.

You both started walking out of the lobby in rushed steps, both sharing the same goal of not getting caught.

When you finally reached outside, the sunrays surprisingly strong for the London weather, you stood for a moment, facing each other and you wondered if he also felt the pull.

“Maybe we could-”

“Want to grab some-”

You both talked at the same time and started to chuckle, the uneasiness and tension slightly lifting. The young man scratched the back of his head, “I'm quite hungry and I know this really great cafe, maybe you would want to join me, seeing we're both in the same situation?”

You smiled, “Yes, I would love that actually.”

“Okay then,” he said.

“Alright.”

You shook your head as you felt your cheeks warm up, you noticed that you hadn't even officially met, so you extended your hand and smiled, “I'm Y/N by the way. Nice to meet you, even though this isn't the best of circumstances.”

You saw his green eyes glimmer and that's when you noticed the lightning shaped scar under his messy fringe for the first time.

“I'm Harry. Harry Potter.”

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Cosy Night ↝ R.W

Ron Weasley x Female Reader

↝ Bethie’s Masterlist

Request? Yes from 🧚‍♀️ anon

Prompt(s): “You’re my best friend” + “Person A tucking Person B’s hair behind their ear.”

Summary: After spending a night with Ron’s family, Y/n and him cuddle outside and watch the night sky.

Blood Status: Any

House: Any

Year: Post-War

Warnings? None

Words: 0.7k

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for participating and requesting I really enjoyed writing this cosy fic !!

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Mmkay, one more for good measure <33 James losing his glasses and so you have to help him out with reading little things throughout the day. Like reading the instructions in potions class or softly whispering the questions on the black board for him when a professor calls on him to answer or helping him with his homework by writing the answers to the questions down for him

four-eyes // j.p.

Summary: When James misplaces his glasses you take it upon yourself to get him through the school day. Contains: Shit ton of fluff.

“What are you looking for, Potter?” you asked under your breath, irritated by James’s shuffling in the desk beside you. 

“You know I hate it when you call me that.” he stopped to roll his eyes and click his tongue before he kept on rummaging through his schoolbag. “Can’t find my bloody glasses s’all.”

He’d been wearing them not ten minutes ago, but you knew your boyfriend. He’d probably dropped them in the halls on the way to class. Maybe if he didn’t strut around so boyishly he wouldn’t drop all of his possessions, you thought to yourself with a chuckle. You were in Transfiguration at the moment, and you couldn’t just stop taking notes to help him look, so you offered the next best thing. “Don’t worry Jamie, you can copy my notes later.”

James was visibly flustered, but your offer clearly got you his full attention.

“Oh, no, peanut. It’s alright, I’m sure they’re just in here somewhere.”

“Mr. Potter?” Mcgongall beckoned. “The answer to number 2, please.”

You didn’t need to look to know James was internally giggling at the mention of number 2, so you gently elbowed him back to reality. Only the reality was he couldn’t see a thing that was written on the blackboard before him. 

“It says ‘which of these is not a type of transfiguration?’”, you whispered to him discreetly, “’Enchantment’, -”

“Enchantment!” James blurted out, and you honestly weren’t sure if he was right or not, seeing as you’d only listed the first of four options. But your worries soon vanished when Minnie gave him a look of approval and went on with the class.

“Thanks, love.” he muttered to you, smiling uncharacteristically shyly, and you swore you saw him blush out of the corner of your eye.

You’d had nearly no time to properly search for James’s glasses in between classes, and you found yourself having to haul him over to Potions to make it on time.

“Love?” you heard him peep as you set your things down and got comfortable. Flitwick had provided you with a list of ingredients and instructions for the day’s potion.

“Yeah, Jamie?”

“I-I can’t quite make out the instructions.” you turned and watched as his brows furrowed, squinting to decipher the print. You felt a bit bad, but you also couldn’t help but marvel at how precious he looked in this moment, hair in disarray after anxiously running his hand through it and cheeks flushed.

“What?” he asked, and you realized you’d been staring. You couldn’t fight the smile that broke across your face.

“Nothing, you just look so cute when you squint like that.” you teased, playfully punching his arm and taking the parchment from his shaky grasp. “Hand it over, four-eyes. You’re blind as a bat.”

“Not blind enough to miss the way you can’t stop ogling at me, poppet.” he fired back, flashing the trademark cheeky grin that seemed to be forever plastered onto his face.

“Now, now, Potter.” you clicked your tongue, “I think thanks are in order since I am the one helping you.”

“Oh, please. We both know you’re going to milk as many trips to Honeydukes as you can out of this.” he scoffed and you turned towards him, amused and sensing he had more to say. You were proven right as he affected a high pitched voice and girly demeanor. “Oh, Jamie. Remember that time you couldn’t find your glasses and I helped you all day? Come on, now, buy me some candy.”

“Merlin, do I really sound like that?” you rolled your eyes at his exaggerated impression, and soon felt two strong arms winding around you, hot breath hitting the back of your neck.

“No, peanut, You sound lovely.” he sighed, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck and going back to stand at your side. “Now what does it say here, dove?”

Your last class had finally come to an end and though you didn’t mind a whole day of holding James’s hand a bit tighter than usual as you steered him through the sea of students, you reluctantly set off with James in tow to search for his misplaced glasses.

“Where was the last place you had ‘em?” your voice echoed through the now empty castle corridor as the last of your peers shuffled out. 

“I don’t know!” James whined, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Don’t you want to find them, James?” you asked, not expecting the playful glint in his eyes when they opened and met your own. 

“Don’t know, angel. I think I like you lugging me around and whispering in my ear a little more than I should.” he tugged you closer to him and let you wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t you?”

“Maybe a little.” you whispered breathily in his ear, causing a shiver to travel down his spine.

“Oi, Prongs! How much longer have I got to hold onto your bloody glasses, mate? You gave ‘em to me at the end of Minnie’s class, take ‘em back already! I can’t handle this responsibility!” Sirius hollered from the end of the hall. You pulled your head out from the crook of James’s neck, flashing him an accusing look similar to the one he was currently giving Sirius.

“I’m sensing tension!” Sirius squeaked before making a run for it, disappearing around the corner.

“You found them in Transfiguration?” you crossed your arms and gave him what you hoped was a stern glare. “And you let me help you all day?”

“Yeah.” he peeped, not daring to take his eyes off his shoes. “Just liked the attention.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at that face. Not when his lip was jutted out like that and his brows furrowed so. You brought a gentle hand to his cheek and gave him a tender peck. 

“It’s okay.” you said calmly, before giving him a barely there smack on the head and chuckling. “Alright, now it’s okay.”

James gave you a deeper kiss this time. “Sorry about that, peanut. But I think I should hunt Sirius down now and get ‘em back. Don’t think I can go much longer without getting a proper look at you.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he was bolting down the hall, making a turn in the wrong direction, however.

“Other way, James!”

“Right!”

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Could you possibly write a one shot for Sirius or readers were the reader had a comfort item that they sleep with every night (like a baby blanket or stuffed animal) and she gets really embarrassed but he thinks it the cutest thing ever I love your writing ❤️

Archie. | Sirius Black

Sirius Black x fem!reader (0.6k)

warnings; none :) just fluff

a/n: thank you love! I hope you enjoy

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Sirius came into the girls dormitory, scanning the room hurriedly. There was fifteen minutes till dinner and y/n still hadn’t woken up from the nap she went to take hours before. Sirius was studying in his own dorm, but soon got bored when Remus and James started to argue about their favourite ways to calm mandrakes down

How they found herbology remotely interesting enough to argue about was beyond him

He stepped forward, finding his girlfriend sleeping facing away from the door. Her shirt was rolled up, revealing her mole covered back. He wanted to be distracted by her bare skin, but, he couldn’t help but have his senses rattled by the loud snoring emulating from her. He kicked his shoes off lazily, slipping beside her and rubbing his palms against her arms. His lips found her cheek, kissing softly

“Sirius” she murmured, waking up

“Dinners in fifteen” he whispered into her ear, kissing her cheek once more

“Go without me, I had a late lunch” She convinced him, rolling over and absentmindedly playing with the small toy between her hands. He looked down curiously, his smile widening as he observed it. It was a small beaten up bunny, with large floppy ears that covered a large portion of its face. It has small little love hearts on its stomach with little ‘I love yous’ sewn onto the rims of each heart. She looked down, eyes widening before sitting up straight. She tucked the bunny behind her back clearing her throat

“Who’s that?” He asked, sitting up with her. Y/n screwed her face, pursing her lips

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” she retaliated, a little too loud “have you fallen ill?”

“I’m pretty sure I saw something” he urged, nudging forward and reaching behind her back. She counteracted, pushing him on his back and climbing on top of his body. She sat on his lap, the bunny still secured behind her.

“Merlin, I didn’t know you were that strong” he chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows

“I think it's quite cute, adorable actually” “What?” She acted perplexed “the bunny, its cute. I like the love hearts” he said genuinely now, his smile soft and warm “you don’t have to be embarrassed, y/n”

She had had the bunny since she was a little girl, it was a gift from her uncle that passed right after she was born. She grew up learning so many stories about him, her favourite always being how he would rescue bunnies and keep a farm in his backyard. Ever since she received it, she never slept without it. Her bunny was a secret she kept from Sirius, due to the obvious embarrassment that she was convinced it would come with. Even when she slept in his dorm, she would wait for him to be fast asleep before she pulled him out, not being able to relax fully without the toy stuffed between her arms

“I still sleep with a stuffed animal too, mines a black bear” he admits and she giggles softly “what's its name?” She humoured him, bringing the bunny forward now and fiddling with his floppy ears

“His name is Lucky” he beamed, like a proud parent

“Whats her name?”

“-his” she waved him off, correcting him “name is Archie”

“Do I have to be worried about him?” He asked cockily, folding his hands over his chest and leaning forward “I think a worn out bunny toy is the least of your worries, love”

“I had to make sure!” “So, I’m assuming I should be concerned about you committing adultery with ‘Lucky’, following your logic” she watched as his mouth flew open, his eyes squinting as he thought long and hard about her statement

“Uncalled for!” He deadpanned “you’re hilarious, aren’t you gorgeous?” Sirius nudged forward and pulled her body down, letting it fall next to his

“I’d like to think so” she muttered, cuddling Archie in her arms and feeling Sirius arm hang loosely on her waist