Pairings: Sirius Black x daughter!reader, Fred Weasley x reader
Warnings: toxic relationships, divorce, parents fighting
Summary: You open up to your dad about why you are afraid to be with Fred
A/N: this is inspired by the song dear parents by sundial because i’ve been obsessed with it for a few days
You loved your parents. Really. They had raised you well, loving you and making sure you had a good life. It was thanks to them that you were the person you were; confident, smart, kind (and a little cocky, let’s face it. Sirius Black was your father).
You loved them and they loved you.
And you knew that they loved each other. You had seen that love growing up. They was your dad lit up at the sight of your mum and how she would make sure to take care of him whenever he was stressed due to work.
They loved each other, even after they had split up.
But, that was the problem.
“Hey, love.” A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, a body pressed against your back. A familiar head of ginger hair appeared in the corner of your eye as Fred rested his chin on your shoulder.
Your dad had told you that you would be staying at the Weasley house for a few days since he heard that Harry and his parents were here. He told you it was so you could hang around with your friends instead of your ‘old but cool dad’. You knew that he just wanted to see James.
“Good morning, Freddie.” You greeted back, fighting the blush that threatened to appear. You tried to focus on making your tea, though the heat from the redhead seeped into your back and was very distracting.
“Always a good morning when I get to see your beautiful face.” He mumbled against your neck. You rolled you eyes playfully at the line, though you couldn’t ignore the wild fluttering of your stomach.
You turned around in his hold, since he refused to take his hands off of you for even a second.
“I’m not wearing makeup, my hair is tangled and I’m still wearing my pyjamas.” You said. “Still think I’m beautiful?”
“You’re always beautiful to me.” He replied seriously, his eyes burning into your face. “Especially when you’re all natural.”
It was impossible to smother the smile that pulled at your lips. Fred noticed and grinned back, kissing your cheek as your dad and uncle entered the kitchen.
“I’ll see you later.” The redhead shot you a wink as he left the kitchen, practically skipping out.
“Not one word.” You warned the older males once seeing your dad open his mouth.
“I was going to say that you should ask him on a date.” You dad insisted, surprising both you and James.
“You were what?” James asked.
“He’s a good kid and I can tell that he cares about you.” Sirius shrugged. “You deserve someone like that.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You said.
“Why not?” Your dad frowned, walking over to you. “Do you not like him?”
“Of course I do.” You admit. “I just- I don’t think it would work.” You left the room before either male could say anything else.
Sirius and James shared a look.
“You should talk to her.” James said.
“I will.” Sirius promised. “But she would want it to be just us. If I ask her about it in format of people she’d just joke about it.”
“Sounds like another Black I know.” James snickered as the two left the kitchen.
“Yeah, Reggie really needs to work on that.” Sirius said. James rolled his eyes.
“And then the firework went off. It flew around the room and set George’s bed on fire. Mum was furious but couldn’t tell at us because our ears were bleeding. You should have seen her explaining what happened to the nurse at St Mungos.” Fred laughed at the end of his story.
“Merlin,” You sighed. “How are you two still alive?”
“To be honest, I’m just as surprised as you are.” He grinned up from where his head rested in your lap. You smiled back down, running fingers through his hair.
You two were in the attic, which had been decorated to be more comfortable. You sat on the sofa facing the big window, a blanket thrown over Fred and hot chocolates in your hands.
You turned your attention to the rain hitting the window. You loved rain. When you were younger, your parents and you used to sit at the window seat in your room, your mum reading a book to you as you cuddled into your dad.
It was just one thing from a list of things that had ended when your parents split.
“Are you okay?” You realised that Fred was now sat beside you, watching with furrowed brows, concern shining in his eyes.
“Yeah.” You nodded, forcing a small smile. “I just…I used to do this with my parents.”
“I’m really glad that you decided you could do it with me.” He said. You were grateful he didn’t continue the talk of your parents. “It’s really relaxing.”
“Well, with your life you need to relax a little.” You teased.
“I relax plenty.” He said, faking offence. You raised a sceptical brow and he pouted. “I relax!” He insisted, moving forwards to tickle your sides. “Admit it.”
You squealed, trying to move away from him, only succeeding in making you both fall on the floor. He straddled you as he continued tickling you.
“My dad taught me not to lie.” You managed in between giggles.
Fred paused, letting you catch your breath. He smiled down, admiring your flushed features and shining eyes.
“You really are beautiful.”
You blushed a little as he got off you, helping you up. The two of you were stood barely a centimetre apart, him staring down at you with adoration in his eyes.
Slowly, he slid a hand to rest on your waist and another to the back of your head. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he leaned a little closer.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered. “I really want to kiss you.”
Your head screamed that it was a bad idea.
“Please.” You heard yourself answer. Fred wasted no time at all before his lips were on yours.
You had heard people say they felt fireworks when they kissed someone. But you felt none of that. It just felt right. Natural.
Fred deepened the kiss for a few seconds and your hand fisted his shirt, returning all the passion. You pulled apart after a few seconds but kept your eyes closed for a while before finally opening them. Fred was staring at you, looking happier than ever.
The full impact of what had just happened hit you.
“I-I-“ You stuttered. You had to get away. “Excuse me.” You practically ran out of the room, hearing Fred call after you and footsteps follow.
As soon as you reached you room, you closed and locked the door, breathing heavily.
“Do I want to know?” You jumped, spinning around at the voice. Your dad was perched on your bed, staring at you curiously.
“Y/N?” Fred’s voice called from the other side of your door. “Y/N, please open the door. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to pressure you or-“
“You didn’t.” You replied. “I just- can you give me some space?” Your tone was a little harsher than you intended.
“Sure.” Fred said and you hated the sad tone of his voice. You could hear him walk away from your door.
“Ignore my earlier question,” Your dad said. “I want to know.” He made room for you on your bed. You sighed a little as you sat and were grateful he gave you some time to sort your thoughts.
“Fred kissed me.” You said finally.
“And you didn’t want him to?”
“No. I mean, yes. I wanted him to. I really wanted him to.”
“Okay.” You could hear the confusion in your dad’s voice.
“I want to kiss him and go on dates and just be with him.”
“But I’m scared.” You admitted. “I really like him, dad. He’s so amazing and special.”
“So are you, sweetheart.” He said softly.
“I know. That’s not why I’m scared.”
“So, why?” He frowned. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what you were about to admit.
“Because of you and mum. The only love I’ve ever really witnessed was between you two. You were so great together at first. You were so in love. But then you started to argue more. I remember you once fought during a Christmas dinner over your job. And that trip we took for my birthday, you barely spoke. What if that’s what happens to me and Fred? I don’t want to lose him.” You looked at him, your cheeks wet. “I don’t want to have a love like you and mum.”
He smiled softly at you, wiping your tears.
“Sweetheart,” He pulled you into his side. “I loved your mum. I loved her so much. But the thing was, I wasn’t in love with her. We only really decided to marry because she got pregnant with you. We tried to make things work but you can’t fake being in love. You and Fred have that. You don’t need to pretend.” He hugged you. “You won’t end up like me and your mum.”
“I’m afraid.” You said quietly.
“That’s a good thing. If your scared, it means you really are in love. James was scared with Lily, and they’ve been together for almost fifteen years now.”
“Were you scared with Remus?”
“Absolutely terrified.” He grinned. “But I had you to support me. Now you have my support.” He kissed the top of your head. “Now go get your man.”
“Never say that again, please.” You laughed a little as you stood, kissing his cheek. “Thanks dad.”
Sirius watched you go with a proud smile. Yeah. He had a great child.
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