Edenic

High School AU//Marauders Era Sirius

This imagine is based off the prompt: You found me with my hand stuck in the vending machine and kept me company until help came, telling me about all the embarrassing things you’ve done to make me feel better, that I got from here!

A/N: A birthday piece for the lovely @theweasleysredhair !! Happy birthday Chloe, I hope it’s as wonderful as your writing!! Sending you all my love and hugs, I hope you enjoy this goofy lil fic, although disclaimer, I didn’t have much time to get it done so it may be awful and I am sorry xoxo

The sun was beating down hard, signifying the beginning of summer, one that hadn’t yet been marked by the last day of school. A sort of haze took over the building, only a few people still lazily lounging around, carelessly flipping through textbooks and attempting to suppress the memories of past finals and trying to ignore the panic of impending ones. 

With a sigh, Chloe let her textbook slam shut, the heat of the day sticking to her like glue and making her frustration slip out of her mind with a sigh. She eyed the vending machine almost longingly, taking less than a second to get up and abandon the bundles of notes scattered across the courtyard table and make her way towards the ice cold drinks trapped behind the glass.

She slips a coin into the slot, presses two of the buttons almost mindlessly and feels a relieved smile spread across her face as the condensation coated bottle of water began to fall towards the opening.

Until it stopped, that is.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she mumbles, giving the machine a slight kick.

Nothing.

A frustrated sigh falls from her lips as she kneels down and reaches in through the opening, bending her arm slightly and finally grabbing hold of the cool bottle. A sigh of relief later, she’s pulling the bottle out of the machine. Or trying to, anyway.

“Son of a–” she struggles to get her arm out of the small space, each tug leaving her only with a dull pain in her elbow, and prompting loud, frustrated groans to fall from her lips. 

“Alright there?”

No no no no no, is the only thought that races through her mind as she turns as far as she possibly can without hurting her arm even more.

Of course it had to be Sirius Black, of all people. Who else?

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Prompts 32, 52, 82-Marauders Era: James

Request: 32, 52, 82 for james??? tysm i love your writing !!!!

A/N: Once again, I apologise for how long I’m taking with these! Exams are coming up, as well as competition season, so I am currently a ball of stress. I’m trying to get them done whenever I can, and I’m sorry for the wait!

• 32. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”
  52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”
• 82. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

“No offense, but you can’t really expect Y/N to fall hopelessly in love with you if she doesn’t even know how you feel, can you, Prongs?” Remus’ voice of reason irked James to no end as he sneaked another glance at the y/h/c haired girl, her nose buried in a leather bound book, one he knew wasn’t part of assigned reading.

“But it’s always like that, isn’t it?” Remus continued, still making too much sense for James to be paying attention. He didn’t want to be realistic right now. He wanted to stare at the way rays of sunshine sneaked their way onto her cheek, and the furrowing of her brows in concentration as she turned page after page.

“…When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then… James, are you even listening?”

“Mhm,” the dark haired boy mumbled in response, eyes still lingering on Y/N. She had now flipped a page of her book, her eyes almost landing on his, prompting him to look away and finally pay attention to his friend.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Remus stated, a small smirk playing on his lips despite the annoyance in his voice.

“I know. I’m just so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.” James buried his face in his arms, folded on the desk in front of him. A groan escaped from the slumped figure.

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Prompts 52, 84, 95- Marauders Era: Remus

Request: Prompts 95, 84 and 52 with Remus?

• 52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”
• 84. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”
• 95. “Are you drunk?”

The cold autumn air seemed to clear up Remus’ thoughts, sobering him up, if only slightly. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath, his mind filled with the scent of surrounding trees and the scene that had played out less than half an hour ago. The sound of rustling leaves didn’t in the slightest blur the vivid memory of Y/N’s face when he allowed the words that had been trapped in his mind for so long slip out.

The Great Hall was filled with tipsy 7th years, just returned from a day at Hogsmeade, filled with laughs, sweets and firewhiskey. Chatter fluttered through the air, almost intimidating, despite its light-hearted nature. Two startled-looking third years ran past Remus as he entered, stumbling slightly. He hadn’t exactly avoided the firewhiskey at The Three Broomsticks as he always had before. No, today he needed the Gryffindor courage that the crimson on his tie promised he had.

He saw her across the hall, head thrown back in laughter at something an unfamiliar boy had said, surrounded by her friends, and his. Catching glimpse of Sirius chatting up a girl right by Y/N, Remus’ pace quickened, and soon enough he was right by her, the noises around him strangely melodic, most likely due to the alcohol that coursed through his veins. He felt his heart quicken at the sound of her laugh, and felt his ears redden with anger at the sound of the boy’s voice. Who even was he? And why was he here?

“I’ll be off now,” Remus heard the unwelcome stranger say, “I’ll see you around Y/N!”

“The hell you will,” he found himself muttering, prompting a puzzled Sirius to turn around, and give him a massive grin.

“Hello, Moony! Where’ve you been?” his best friend exclaimed, ignoring his widened eyes and shaking head, “Did you say something? I didn’t really hear.”

“No, nothing, I said nothing,” he rushed his words, barely noticing the way they slurred together.

“Alright, mate,” Sirius gave him a puzzled look and turned back to his latest conquest.

His booming greeting, however, had been overheard.

“Hey Remus,” he heard her voice, immediately beginning to crack his knuckles nervously, “Why didn’t you come over and say hey?”

He turned around and met the y/e/c eyes of Y/N, covered by the slight frown that she had on her face at his lack of greeting.

“I, uh, I just got here,” he slurred, nearly falling over in an attempt to take a step towards the baffled girl.

“Lupin,” her scowl had now turned into an amused smirk, “Are you drunk?”

“Absolutely not,” he retorted, this time failing to stop himself from falling to the ground. Completely disoriented, he accepted the extended arm in front of him.

“I feel like you may be lying,” her words interwoven with chuckles, she pulled him back up. He stumbled forwards and found his lips only inches from hers. Her smirk had vanished, lips now slightly parted.

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Final blurb my loves! I know a lot of them ended up as cliffhangers, but I’m considering doing multiple parts if you guys want to see them, just let me know!

The night was surprisingly cool for the beginning of summer, and a chill ran through Y/N’s spine for a moment, causing her to shiver slightly, the cup of tea in her palms shaking along with her. A sudden need to look at the oddly starry night overwhelms her, and she catches glimpse of something flying through the air, a feeling of ease taking over her body, despite the odd, unsettling sight.

She takes a few steps towards the kitchen table, sitting down, cup in hand, and opening a book which was marked at its final pages.

A flip of the page. A sip of tea.

A flip of the page. A sip of tea.

It becomes a steady rhythm.

A flip of the page. A sip of tea.

And a knock on the door.

She turns to face the door, feeling her heartbeat quicken as she grabs her wand from the kitchen counter, holding it firmly between her fingers and slowly making her way to the door.

There is a familiar click as she unlocks it, a common creak as she opens it, and the clink of her wand falling to the floor once she catches glimpse of what’s behind it.

Sirius Black.

Twelve years later.

Face worn and pale, cheeks hollow, hair knotted and messy, grown far past his shoulder. But his eyes, they hide the same glimmer they had when they were 20, their laughter brightening their world in the darkest of times.

“Hello,” his voice is hoarse, like it’s been silent for far too long, and a hint of a smile appears on his face at the sight of her open mouth and widened eyes.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” his smile morphs into the familiarity of a devious smirk and she steps aside, her facial expression unchanged, letting him step into the corridor of her apartment.

“It’s good to see you,” he continues as the door slams shut. Y/N attempts to respond, hunting for words in the shocked whirlwind that her mind had become, but all that leaves her mouth is a puzzled squeak, followed by laughter pouring from his lips.

Laughter that is stopped only when she decides that words wouldn’t be sufficient even if she did manage to utter a few and presses her lips to his, the warmth of reconciliation coursing through her veins and making the chill of the early summer’s day disappear as quick as it had appeared.

“Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

“Y/N, I love you.”

“Y/N, I know this may sound forward, but I think I’m in love with you.”

Remus Lupin tried each phrase while staring in the mirror placed in his dormitory, finding each one sounding too awkward and inferior to the emotions he was feeling. After each attempt, he found his face in his palms and groans escaping from his lips.

“This shouldn’t be this difficult,” he muttered to himself. Or so he thought.

“Don’t be a dumb git, of course it’s difficult.” James Potter’s voice prompted Remus’ face to leave his hands.

“I can tell.” Remus retorted bitterly, placing his face back in his palms.

“Come on, you can continue practicing on the way to breakfast. You’ve got to eat, haven’t you?”

“Y/N, I have feelings for you, and I think most people would refer to them as love…”

“What are you, a dictionary? No, try again.” James met Remus’ proclamation with a critical tone, pulling the brown haired boy back before he stepped off a now moving staircase.

“It’s too difficult,” he responded, completely frustrated by his own fear of confessing the feelings he’d found himself having for Y/N.

As the staircase docked at a familiar corridor, he stepped off, and along with his best friend, made his way to the Great Hall. He found himself sat with his three best friends, still muttering attempts of his confession to himself.

“Let me try another one out,” he turned to face Sirius Black, whose mouth was full of scrambled eggs, his statement met with a confused gaze of his grey eyes.

“What?” the boy mumbled incomprehensibly through his food-filled mouth, giving James a glance of surprised puzzlement.

“Y/N,” Remus began, oblivious to the vigor with which James and Sirius were shaking their heads, their eyes widened as they looked behind their stuttering friend, “I think I’m in love with you and that scares the hell out of me.”

Finally noticing the exaggerated gestures of his friends, he felt his heartbeat quicken and turned around to find none other than Y/N, her y/e/c eyes staring at him in bewilderment. He didn’t have to hear her next words to know she’d heard him, his heart suddenly pounding faster than it ever had before.

“You’re what?”

“Are you alright?” Y/N placed a hand on Sirius’ shoulder, but he didn’t turn around, staring blankly at the tombstone in front of him. His dark hair was soaked by the insistent downpour of rain that hadn’t stopped all day, sticking to his pale, expressionless face.

“Sirius?” she knelt beside him, the hood of her sweatshirt now completely wet. She didn’t care.

“Sirius, I’m–”

“Don’t. Say it.” his voice is hoarse, clearly unused for far too long before he speaks, cracking with each word. Slightly taken aback by the harshness of her words, her hand drops from his shoulder.

“It’s been a whole fucking day of, “He’s in a better place now,” and “I’m sorry for your loss,” and I’m bloody tired of it,“ truth pours from his lips like a waterfall, and she notices teardrops glistening in his eyes, which remained fixated on the concrete in front of him, "I don’t need to hear any more.”

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” Y/N responded, her voice almost a whisper, and, for the first time, he turned to face her.

Marks of sleepless nights covered his face, its paper white paleness broken only by the dark circles under his eyes. She feels something sting at her heart at the sight of the pain that hides behind his grey eyes, glassed by sorrow and tears. She could tell he was waiting for her to explain what she’d wanted to say, and with a deep breath, she spoke again.

“I’m worried about you.”

“Why’s that?”

She frowned at his response.

“You haven’t moved from here in hours, Sirius. You haven’t eaten, and it’s pouring down. You’ll get sick.” she rambles worriedly.

“Don’t worry about me, Y/N.” he mumbled, barely heard over the thunder that sounded through the cemetery, drowning out his attempt to lessen her worry.

“I’ll always worry about you,” she allowed her arm to drape around his shoulders, and soon found his head resting on her shoulder.

“He was my brother,” without so much as a glance at his face, she knows tears have begun pouring, sneaking out of their hiding place, concealing unsaid words and unexpressed feelings.

“I know,” she whispers into his rain soaked hair.

“When does it stop hurting?” he mutters, his breath warm on the skin of her neck, erasing the cold of the stormy day around them. Her mind flashes back to the death of her own sister, the letters of her name being carved into marble and placed atop a coffin that didn’t seem worthy of holding her innocent body within it.

“It doesn’t,” she responds, holding back her own tears, “But it fades. Especially if you’ve got someone around. Someone that’s there, that can help.”

“I don’t.”

“Grieving doesn’t give you an excuse for being stupid, Black,” she retorts, a soft chuckle clinging to her voice, “You know you’ve got me.”

I know you were expecting angst, so SURPRISE! xoxo

Sirius Black and Y/N allowed their fingers to intertwine as they made their way through the castle. Raindrops created gentle paths on the stained glass windows of the castle, and, despite the foggy storm outside, made everything seem surprisingly calm for a day at Hogwarts.

“It’s lovely today,” Y/N said happily, breaking the storm stained silence between them as she inhaled the smell of rain with a grin on her face.

“It’s raining cats and dogs out there, are you insane?” her statement is met with a chuckle and a bewildered response from her boyfriend.

“It’s nice though. Quiet. And I love the smell of rain,” she rambled. Sirius simply shook his head, not even attempting to hide the love-filled smile on his face that appeared every time he looked at her.

“You’re odd, you know that?” he muttered, prompting her to stick out her tongue at him and receive a small kiss on the tip of her scrunched up nose.

Filling the marbled halls with giggles and soft conversation, they arrived at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, and, an uttered password later, found themselves in the cozy shared space. Still in the process of exchanging playful punches and loud laughs, they found themselves in front of the door of the dormitory Sirius shared with his 3 best friends. Still completely distracted, he swung the door open and pulled her towards him…

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♫Ways to Get High- Pop Evil// Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request: I was wondering if you could do a SiriusXreader (preferably smutty) piece kinda inspired by “Ways to Get High” by Pop Evil where the reader is like the girl version of him with like a tongue ring and tattoos and she drives him crazy because she gives as well as he does and challenges him on everything, except when they’re fooling around she’s more than happy to give him control?

A/N: So, I tried and retried to do the smutty part of this, and I just couldn’t quite get it right, I decided I’ll just stick to what I know for now, and hopefully develop my smut-writing abilities as I move along with my writing. Also, I know this isn’t very long or very good, so I’m sorry love! I’ll make up for it at some point!

This is officially my last request loves! I’m gonna be posting my fic soon, as well as opening up requests again in about a week and a half (posts to follow about both)! Thank you again for bearing with me my loves xoxo

A cigarette hangs from her lips, the gauzy smoke curling towards the pale blue sky and almost managing to hide the sly grin that appears on her face as she catches a glimpse of Sirius Black, walking out of his Transfiguration class with his head slightly bowed down. Her grin widens at the sight, and her cigarette falls to the floor, soon after completely turned out by her black boot.

She took a few long strides towards the boy, giving him a wink when his grey eyes met hers, immediately rolling at the smugness that is clear in her smile. As he walks, he fumbles around in his pocket, and the two golden coins that are soon taken out by his pale hand reflect the shining sun straight into her eyes, making her squint, her smile widening despite this.

He finally reaches her, his hand outstretched, handing over the coins with a frown on his face.

“You win.”

“Pleasure doing business with you,” she sticks out her tongue, another fragment of sunshine catching onto the metal ring hiding behind her lips as they begin to walk towards their potions class.

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Some things never change…

Request: A quote request for Sirius and reader! - “I almost forgot that you did that.” “Well, some things never change.”

A/N: Hello my loves! This is my second to last request, and I should be able to post the final one tomorrow, and the first part of my fic the following day (but I will be making another, more detailed post about it tomorrow). This also means I will be opening requests back up soon, probably the first week of April as that’s when I’ve finished both, mock exams and prom (again, a more detailed post coming soon). Thank you very much for bearing with me, I have so much love for you all! xoxo

Chatter fills the corridor in front of the Great Hall, nervousness clinging to each word that sounds through the air. The few minutes left until the beginning of the N.E.W.T. exam are brimming with the rushed reading of notes and hasty exchanges of questions and anxious answers.

In the crowd, Y/N spots Sirius Black, his slim frame leaning against a marbled wall, dark hair falling over the defined edges of his jaw. She expects to see the same frenzied expression on his face that seems to stick to all the others surrounding her, but a flip of black hair reveals a dazzling smile, filled with an unexpected confidence.

“You don’t look nervous,” she states, her brows knotting into a confused frown as she tilts her head to the side.

“That’s because I’m not,” his grin widens with his response.

“You do know what’s happening here in like 5 minutes, right?”

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♫The Sound-The 1975//Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request: i requested the buzzcut reader shot and thank you SO MUCH for being so sweet you’re the best 😊 and i was thinking that you could use the song the sound by the 1975 and make it reader x sirius!! again, thank you so much!

A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind, and I hope you like it! Let me know if there’s anything I you want me to change or adjust, I feel like this isn’t really my best work, so any constructive criticism is welcome. I’ve been working out a timetable for my studying and working writing into it, so I should be posting more regularly starting this week, as it’s quite literally scheduled! Thank you lovelies so much for bearing with me xoxo

“A break? What do you mean a ‘break’?”

It’s clear that Sirius Black’s voice is much louder than he intended it to be, heads turning to look at the pair as his voice booms through the corridor.

“Sirius, calm down,” Y/N whispers, nervously tugging at the sleeve of her cloak, her y/e/c eyes darting from side to side. One of her small hands wraps around his wrist in an attempt to pull him aside, but he doesn’t move, his eyebrows knotted in a frown. Daggers seem to shoot out of the piercing grey of his eyes as he jerks his arm from her gentle grip.

“Let me explain,” she whispers, desperately trying and failing to take hold of his arm again.

“Fuck explanations.” his words sting at her eyes like smoke and she finds her small palm falling helplessly to her side as she watches him storm away, regret and pain floating through the air. Her sweating fingers grip the crumbled piece of paper in her pocket and she clenches her jaw in an attempt to hold back tears before she makes her way to class, her day now shadowed by a cloud of unsaid words.

If I hear more about that Black boy, the crushed piece of parchment bears barely legible words, written in her mother’s familiar handwriting, I will ensure you never see him again. And don’t think I won’t find out. You have disappointed me, Y/N, and your father. The message was clearly rushed, anger practically radiating off the page and the scrawled words filled with anything but motherly affection.

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♫Sick of Losing Soulmates- Dodie Clarke// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request: Could you please do a remus (marauders era) based on the song ‘sick of losing soulmates’ by dodie clark? And.. sorry if ’s too much to ask, but could it be while they’re in hogwarts?

A/N: Once again, I know this is quite short, and I apologise, especially if this isn’t what you had in mind. I’ve been facing a bit of a writer’s block lately, and I’ve been swamped with studying for upcoming exams, so I’m sorry for disappointing you lovelies! I’m hoping to finish all requests by the end of the week and then start posting chapters of my fic. Thank you for bearing with me, love you all xox

Terror he feels at seeing his own reflection in the mirror doesn’t come close to the cold that overflows him at the thought of the y/e/c eyed girl finding out who he really is. What he really is. 

It’s a fresh romance, a dew covered bud of a rose that had just begun to bloom, it’s thorns going unnoticed by the beautiful girl whose smile made the weight of the world feel like the feather of a singing bird. 

There is no hiding anymore. The truth is no longer anchored, floating towards the surface with every falling night, and as it swims upwards, he feels his feet sinking into quicksand. Words slip from his ruby tinged lips, making frenetic thoughts wreak havoc in his head and crack the edges of his mind with sharpened edges.

He watches her eyes widen, her fingertips tugging at the edges of her skirt. Lips are agape, palms trembling, and  he feels the stitches of his heart tear apart, the thought of her parting becoming a cool steel knife tearing at the threads that have held it together for so long. Anticipation is vivid, stinging at his skin, fragile as newly made porcelain. Its shards tear at the edges of his throat as his eyes fill with tears and meet hers, and then he knows. 

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Responsible//Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request:  “I want to forget what its like being a responsible adult. You make me want to be irresponsible.” - a quote request for Sirius x reader please ❤️

“I want to forget what its like being a responsible adult. You make me want to be irresponsible.”

The night falls, unnoticed by Y/N, her hand stained with black ink, hurriedly scrawling her charms homework onto a worn piece of parchment. Her brows are furrowed in a frown, and every few moments, an agitated sigh escapes her lips. Her glower doesn’t fade as she dips her quill into the small bottle of ink, a loud groan sounding once she realises there is none left. Frustrated, she drops the quill on the polished wooden desk and falls back in her chair. She puts her face in her hands, and lets her eyelids close, only for a moment.

“Tired, are we?” a voice prompts her eyes to open wide, her vision blurred for the first few moments. A few blinks later, she makes out the shape of Sirius Black, a smug grin on his handsome face. She shakes her head lightly, chasing away the light sleep she’d just been woken from. She looks up at him, squinting slightly, her voice silent and raspy as she speaks.

“What time is it?”

“9:30,” he says with a chuckle, a confused look spreading over his face when he sees the y/e/c eyes widen and the girl before him begins fumbling with her things, shoving everything into her bag carelessly. His confusion soon morphs into amusement as she grabs her bag, soon pulled back by the strap that remains stuck to the table’s corner, cursing in annoyance. 

“Where’s the fire?” the boy speaks lazily, handing her a quill he’d unnoticeably picked up as she attempted to rush off. She snatches it from him, narrowing her eyes.

“I slept through an hour that I could have spent studying for the N.E.W.T.s,” she responds, clearly frustrated, “and now I have to study another hour when I’m back in the common room, which means I’ll go to sleep late, which means I’ll be tired in the morning, which means I won’t be able to pay atte–”

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♫ Last Night- Skillet// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Oh the song imagine with last night by skillet with remus :) thank you your writing is beautiful btw

Warning: Suicidal thoughts, please don’t read on if this could trigger you!

A/N: I know this is really short, but I somehow couldn’t bring myself to write more, so I apologise loves! I’ve been swamped the past few weeks which is why I haven’t been writing a lot, but hopefully I’ll finish all my requests by this time next week and finally start posting the fic I’ve been planning for ages!

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♫ Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop- Landon Pigg//Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Can you write something for Remus x reader with the song ‘falling in love at a coffee shop’ by Landon pigg please?

The rays of the sun turn a faint red, soon after morphing into a hazy purple as the faint shape of a crescent moon appears in the clear, darkening sky. Gentle gusts of wind come and go, dried tree branches snap under rushing feet and drying leaves that have now turned the familiar hues of Autumn pirouette through the crisp October air, finding their way to the ground. 

The Three Broomsticks Inn is now lit only by torches that grace its walls. It’s almost completely emptied of the crowd that had spent the day sitting in its mismatched chairs and sliding goblets across the wooden counter for refills of burning alcohol and friendly remarks from the kind faced Madame that filled them to the brim each time. 

Y/N smiles to herself, satisfied with the silence that now fills the space. The sound of a page flipped by her nimble fingers seems much louder than she had expected it to, soon echoed from the other end of the inn. Her eyes glanced up at the sound, meeting the brown eyes of a boy who, to her, was only accidental touches in the hallways and apologetic smiles until the moment her glance lifted from the page. Their eyes exchange inaudible whispers, hushed “Hello"s fluttering through the warmed interior as the woman behind the counter smirks at the scene. 

The greetings remain unsaid, and infatuated eyes return to worn leafs of paper. The same smile spreads over both faces, undiscovered, yet still brightening the room, prompting a shaking head and a knowing smirk from Madame Rosmerta.

The sun shines brightly, the heat of its rays coated in the frosty air of the winter day. Cheeks are reddened, footprints left in the thin coat of snow that covers the ground, snowflakes sticking to the woolen fabric of hats. A bell rings as he enters, eyes wide open and roaming the room, looking for the girl who read and smiled, scanning the room for her y/e/c eyes, the scent of cinnamon reaching him only once he notices her in the very same place. 

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💖Kiss Me- Marauders Era: Sirius

Request:  Will you please do a Sirius x reader based on “Kiss Me” by ed sheeran for Valentine’s Day? I think that would be so cute!!

It’s a very cloudy day and the rays of sunshine are stifled by thick grey clouds that float past them, slowly and soundlessly, the gloomy silence interrupted only by occasional thunder and flashes of lightning. It’s a very cloudy day, February 14th, but Y/N doesn’t seem to notice, because the crackling fire fills the room with shining light and his arms are on her waist, burning a hole in her silk soft skin. Her forehead is pressed to hers and his warm breath is a poetic foreshadowing of what’s to come, and then it does. 

Now, his lips are on hers, and her fingers tangle in his dark hair, the fire seeming lukewarm when compared to the sizzling of their hearts as they meet on the edge of wine stained lips. His hand makes its way to the small of her back and the tips of his fingers write untold stories into her warmed skin as rain begins to pour outside, because it’s a very, very cloudy day, but it’s only outside.