Request: I was wondering if you would like to make one with Sirius Black x Fem Reader x Severus Snape, where they both like the Reader and fight but she seems interested in someone (your choice, even if I don’t recommend one of the Marauders because of Sirius but your choice), so Sirius and Severus decide to work together so that even if it’s not for one of them alone, they can at least be with the Reader together. And you could maybe do a part where James and Remus are like wtf is Sirius doing with Snape or they could act like that once they find Sirius and Severus cuddling with you.
A.N: This took longer than I wanted it too, I'm so sorry. I had my nan's funeral last Wednesday and the days have gotten the better of me. I can’t remember for certain how old Frank Longbottom is to the Marauders but for the purpose of this story I’ve written it so there’s a one year age gap. Established friendship with Sirius and Severus prior to falling in love. Also, I don’t know if people still want, but if any of you want to be tagged in any character specific stories, please let me know and I can start a taglist (no pressure though) : )
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Severus Snape and Sirius Black, unbeknownst to each other, stood glaring with evident envy as the pair watched you stroll past the Herbology Greenhouse windows with a Sixth year Gryffindor- Frank Longbottom. It was common knowledge of the feelings you harbour for the Sixth year, something which sent both Severus and Sirius over the edge.
You were oblivious to it.
Severus was more vocal about his dismay than what Sirius was, much to Sirius’ amazement. He always thought he was the one who was more actively annoyed. “What on earth does she see in Longbottom?” The Slytherin muttered bitterly, emphasising Frank’s surname. Sirius rolled his eyes, turning his head to watch him. Professor Sprout having seated the pair beside each other. “He’s a gangly Sixth year.”
“And you’re a greasy haired fifth year,” He commented. “Your point?”
“You’re so mature.” Severus mocked, scoffing.
“I know,” Sirius shot back, as he flicked his shoulder length hair, grinning. “It’s part of my shining personality.”
“Part of your pathetic existence, more like.” The Slytherin mumbled, turning back to the potted Mandrake sat before him, observing it and writing notes down in his notebook. Sirius scowled, his anger getting the better of him quicker then he wanted it too.
“Hey-”
“Boys.” Professor Sprout called, staring in their direction from the other end of the line of tables, her hands placed firmly on his hips. Her voice drawing both their attention, as well as the rest of the class, as she cut off Sirius from speaking. “I have first years who are better behaved then you two. Focus.” She warned.
