Asiya, XVIII, Turkish Italian with a Croatian citizenship
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Just a little stardust//Marauders Era: Ted Tonks x Andromeda Black
A/N: Short and sweet for my neonata, @cruciotus I love u so much babe
She has galaxies in her fingertips. That’s why he feels stars igniting in his lungs when she so much as grazes against his cheek. Suddenly he knows what it’s like to create stories, compose melodies and weave words into poems, just by brushing your fingertips across someone’s skin.
He takes a breath and instantly, she knows that, whatever words follow, will be so profoundly heartbreaking that they will crease her velvet heart forever.
“You make me feel so much myself it hurts.”
She wasn’t wrong. He says simple words and the cosmos unravel from his mouth. She collects the falling stars in the dip of her collarbone, lightly strums the strings of his heart and the air seems heavy as she speaks,
Sirius x Reader "Why do you have to do this to me?... to us?"
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…
♫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.
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?”
♫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.
♫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.
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–”
♫ 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!
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.
Request:
Can I request a Remus x Ravenclaw reader where it’s Valentine’s Day and Remus and the reader go out to hogsmead and he takes her to three broomsticks (I think) and then a bookstore and they end up sitting by the lake reading the books they got afterwards and maybe they snog a bit. Sorry if I’m requesting too much.
White patches of snow still linger on the streets of Hogsmeade as Remus Lupin takes the y/h/c haired girl by the hand and guides her inside The Three Broomsticks, her blue-grey scarf dancing in the wind of the cool winter day as she giggles. The smell of cigarettes and sugary sweet butter beer overwhelms her senses and she sits with him and listens to his voice compose sonnets with simple words and watches the way he taps his fingers on the wooden table as they wait on liquid filled goblets and find themselves drunk off each other before alcohol even touches their lips. There is a joy that flutters around her overwhelmed mind as she sees him inhale the smell of an old book, just as she always does, and a fondness spreading through her heart as she watches him hand over gold coins in exchange for a leather bound volume.
The trees are still bared of leaves as they sit on damp grass, drying it with the wave of their wands and excitedly pulling fiction out of canvas bags, opening worn pages and letting words morph into painted pictures in their minds, occasionally slipping from their lips and doing story telling pirouettes around their heads. They draw chuckles and gasps from their lips, which meet soon after, fireworks crackling on their tongues and electricity coursing through their bones, as pink lanterns light up the windows of Hogwarts, reminding the world of Valentine’s Day.
Request:
Hello! Will you please do a Sirius x reader to the song ‘The More Boys I Meet’ by Carrie Underwood. Thanks so much darling! :)
“I’d rather not,” Y/N mutters back at Sirius, whose smirk doesn’t fade at her rejection.
“Why’s that then?” he questions, a cheeky expression still very much present on his handsome face.
“I don’t exactly do dates,” she states, flipping a page in the book that lay open on her lap, avoiding his eyes completely.
“Who said anything about a date, love? I just want a glass of firewhisky,” he laughs at her response as she shuts her book with a thud and finally meets his eyes, her own narrowing with suspicion.
“So, it’s not a date? You’re asking me to come out with you, on Valentine’s Day, but it’s not a date?”
“Precisely,” he gives a nod and grins at her, and she feels a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she allows her palm to fall into his hand, finding herself pulled up to her feet by the grey eyed boy.
“Not a date.” she states one final time, before following him out of the Great Hall, her hand never leaving his, and her mind failing terribly to hide the smile spreading across her face.
Request:
You wanna do a Remus x reader to the song Let it Be by The Beatles?
“It’s alright,” she places a hand on his back, a smile spreading across her face as she traces the line of his spine, scars obstructing her fingers as they make their way, “It doesn’t matter.”
“I’ve missed Valentine’s Day. We had it all planned out and everything, how could I have forgotten to look at the calendar?” he places his face in his hands, an aggravated groan heard from behind the injured palms.
“You are being absolutely ridiculous,” her hand gives his back a light smack and he turns to face her, a look of genuine upset gracing his tired, lovely face. She can’t help but giggle at the silliness of his exasperated words, “It doesn’t matter at all, you always come first.”
“I wanted to do something special, Y/N,” Remus says, meeting her eyes for the first time.
“To be quite honest with you, love, I’d be more than happy doing absolutely nothing if I was doing it with you,” she states matter-of-factly, her fingers now tangled in his hair, a loving smile still on her face.
Before he has the time to retort, she presses a kiss to his lips and feels them spread into a smile as he completely forgets everything except the she tastes in that very moment.
Flour stains the counter of the small, quaint kitchen, spread over the surface and falling onto the floor in dust like clouds. A frown graces James Potter’s face as he intently stares at an open book, its pages stained with now dry splotches of milk. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist and places a kiss on his sweater covered shoulder, feeling his hand cover her palms as he sighs with frustration.
“I can do it, you know,” she says softly, an admiring glimmer in her y/e/c eyes as she looks at the concentrated boy.
“No, we’re supposed to do it together, Y/N. My mother didn’t raise a quitter,” he states in response, reaching for one of the measuring cups scattered on the counter next to the damned cook book. She laughs at his answer and floats a bag of sugar over to the puzzled boy. He notices it hovering in front of him and grabs it quickly, flashing her a grateful smile. Suddenly, his frown returns as he turns around, his eyes nervously scanning the kitchen.
“Babe, have you seen my glasses?”
“Yes, love, they are on your nose,” she stifles a chuckle at the confused expression that overtakes his face as he touches the bridge of his nose with his fingers, just to make sure of the fact. He shakes his head lightly at his own silliness, grabbing a wooden spoon and beginning to vigorously stir the incomplete mixture in the wooden bowl, parts of the gooey substance flying across the small space, one hitting Y/N on the cheek. A mischievous smile spreads across her face as she grabs a fistful of flour and reaches towards him, spreading the white powder across his face, and causing the now ghost faced boy to turn and face her, his glasses completely stained.
“Well, that was uncalled for,” before she can dodge it, a handful of star shaped sprinkles scatters across her face, getting stuck in her hair as she laughs and wraps her arms around James, placing a soft kiss on his nose before whispering: “I told you baking isn’t that bad.”
♫Lead Me Out Of The Dark- Crown The Empire// Marauders Era: Regulus x Reader
Request:
could you do a imagine with Regulus and his muggleborn girlfriend after he finds out about horcruxes and decides to bring Voldemort down with song ‘Lead Me Out Of the Dark’ by Crown The Empire?
A/N: I know this is one of my more recent requests, and even though I try going in order, sometimes I just get inspired and this was one of those times, so I hope it’s good! I don’t know if it’s exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you like it either way and it was worth the wait!
You never really know anyone’s story, Y/N writes on a torn piece of parchment, ink already staining her fingertips, trapped tears glistening in her y/e/c eyes and filling her soul, not even when you’ve heard it from their very lips time and time again. Not even when you see the honesty in the glimmer of their eyes and know that they are telling you the entire truth, stripped of coats of sugar and hidden details. You never really know anyone’s story, because they don’t know it themselves until it comes to an end.
She takes a deep breath, letting a teardrop fall onto the parchment and leave a grief filled stain at the bottom of the page. Her heart feels heavy as it brims with a storm of words, words she cannot sew together, and emotions she cannot describe that reflect off its velour chambers with unheard sounds. Each breath she takes stings at her lungs as she sits on the worn armchair that he once sat in, his arm wrapped around her waist while he whispered I love yous in her ear, filling her with joy she thought only existed in romance novels.
With a pained sigh, she picks up her quill and dips it into the small bottle of ink that sits by the parchment, the top of which is graced by her looped cursive writing, which almost seems to dance in front of her tear filled eyes. Her lips quiver as she presses the quill to paper.
Regulus Arcturus Black was the love of my life.Pain overflows at the truth filled words that have now left her mind, but she continues. He was a brave, loving, kind man, but no one knew, no one could guess the battles he was leading with himself for the things he was roped into doing, or the Gryffindor-like courage that filled him on that day. No one knew the whole story. No one but me.
The Black family is a cruel one: they could find flaws even in deity and make Merlin himself feel insufficient for the “privilege” of their presence. Regulus was nothing like that,a sob escapes her lips and she finds ink spilling onto the light surface of the table through the parchment that was now holed by the force with which she pressed down the quill. She doesn’t care at all.
