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“I’m perfectly reasonable.” “That look in your eyes tells me you aren’t.” “That look in your eyes tells me you like it.” Sirius grins, won’t deny his boy the truth. “If I can’t flaunt my heritage once in a while, what’s it good for?” “Not your money I’m after,” Harry replies easily, propping himself up on his elbow to rest his head on his palm, a lazy smile stretching over his face. Dangerous territory.

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watch the babies get ✨️drunk af✨️ and have a good time in ch 16

sirius/harry | 250 words | discord prompt: obsession (cw: underage)

_ "​Can I kiss you?​"

Sirius cocks his head and quirks an eyebrow and sinks into tufted leather. ​"Now why… would you want to do that?​"

Harry deflates. ​"You could just say no.​"

​"I didn’t say no. I asked why.​”

He swipes the bottle back from Harry and takes a swig himself. Harry watches the mischief zip through his body, over flexing muscles and fading runes, leaving trails everywhere in its wake. A starlight twinkle in silver eyes. A twitch at the corner of his mouth. A peek of tongue between liquor-warmed lips.

Because I’m madly in love with you, Harry manages not to say.

Because I’m completely obsessed with you. About a dozen times worse.

Because if I don’t, I’ll die.

Harry swallows the nerves, the dramatics, the damning symptoms of his age, and says: "When you look at me, I feel like you’re seeing parts of me I didn’t know existed.​"

Silver dims to black. Mischief yields to lust. Even Harry, awkward, clueless, never-been-kissed Harry, can spot the signs of arousal.

Sirius brushes the broad back of his hand over Harry’s fevered cheek. A thumb detours to his lower lip. Silver-black eyes follow its path.

“​​Everything you let me see is a privilege, darling."

Harry might die, regardless.

"I feel I must do my godfatherly duty and impress upon you what a thoroughly wretched idea this is.​"

Harry closes his eyes and tries not to come on the spot. “Noted.”

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From, @arliedraws

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Harry didn’t often think of the future when he was in school.  In fact, there was a part of him that just wanted to survive the school year or school years and couldn’t fathom actually making it to adulthood.  

Luckily, he did.  

Voldemort is gone.  Sirius came back.  Life moved on.

He skipped out on his last year of school (the one he would’ve had to re-do) and chose to be a professional quidditch player.  

Sirius had been supportive, even if a lot of people questioned his decision.  

Except five years later, he’s faced with a career-ending injury.  

His arm is in a sling – this time about to be put in a cast.  Magic had been able to heal him the last dozen or so times this happened, but the healer just told him that he’d have to heal things the muggle way.

“I don’t understand, why can’t magic heal him?” Sirius questions, ever the supportive person in his life – first as a godfather, now as his boyfriend. 

“As I told Mr. Potter, his body is becoming resistant to the potions that have healed this break before from over-exposure to them.  Thus, we have to go the muggle way, and he really should consider retirement –”

“It’s only been five years!”

“Yes, well, I believe another young player retired after two.”

That was Krum.  He couldn’t take the fame and wanted the quiet life.  Harry gets it.  He does, too.  Except that Harry liked that his quidditch fame was overcoming the stupid chosen one fame.  He’d rather be famous for something that doesn’t cause him to remember the deaths of his parents and the painful years at the Dursleys.  

“I am not Krum.  I want to play.”

“Well, then, you are going to have to rest and take the bone-strengthening potions for a few weeks.  Once the cast is off, we will re-evaluate, and I should be able to give you a better idea of if my retirement recommendation stands.”

“Fine,” he huffs.  

He’s not happy, but he’ll figure it out in a few weeks.  Either way, he’s not letting this go.  He’s never been one to give up.

***

A few weeks later, Sirius is standing beside Harry as he moves his hand, wrist and arm around.  The potions that he wasn’t resistant to appeared to have done their job along with the muggle cast.

Harry is smiling and happy as they leave with a ‘be careful’, but not a ‘retirement needed’ recommendation.  

“This is the best thing to happen today,” Harry says, happily as they walk hand-in-hand down the streets of muggle London.  

Sirius raises the hand holding his to his lips to kiss his wrist before he says, “Perhaps I could try to make it the second-best thing to happen to you today?”

“Oh?” Harry asks, surprised when Sirius pulls on his hand to stop in front of a nearby fountain, and bends on one knee.  “Oh!”

“Harry, it hasn’t always been easy, but no one could ever make me as happy as you.  I could only hope that you’d let me make you as happy as you make me for the rest of our lives.  Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Harry yells, happily.  

Sirius presses a kiss to Harry’s wrist as he slips the ring on his finger before kissing his hand, and then, standing and kissing him.  

When they break apart, Harry looks down at his ring and smiles.  “You’re right, finding out I don’t have to give up quidditch is the second-best thing to happen today – getting proposed to is hard to top.”

Sirius chuckles.  “Good.  Let’s go celebrate.”

“Gladly.”

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tw: underage, age gap

"Sirius," a voice called softly. Sirius looked around Grimmauld for the portrait who deigned to speak to him, but it sounded like...

"Harry," Sirius smiled, fishing out the mirror from his robes.

But what he expected to see--his godson's face--was pushed into the pillows of his four-poster. What greeted him instead, what the mirror captured in great detail, was his godson's finger pushing in and out of his own arsehole.

It was so pink, just a dusting of his dark hair framing his hole. Sirius heard the squelch of the lubricant Harry must have used--the fact that he was even old enough to use it was startling--and watched him clumsily finger himself.

Harry moaned again, a small "Sirius, please--!" His eyes were squeezed shut, his body flushed red.

Sirius guessed that Harry had propped up the mirror to see what he was doing, his teenage brain forgetting that calling the name of the other person would call them... but Harry was moaning his name. Not anyone else's. His.

Sirius was hard in his robes. And watching Harry, hearing him... Sirius did the unthinkable. He unbuttoned his robes. He took his cock in hand, and when Harry pushed his fingers in Sirius stroked himself.

It wasn't as if he was fucking Harry, that would be incredibly wrong... Except that was what he was imagining. He was fucking into his hand like it was his godson's tight hole.

Harry's moaned and Sirius knew he was close. He wanted to soak up every sound his godson made, wanted to watch every twitch of muscle. "Yes, Sirius, yes! Fuck me," he begged. "Please--Please!" Harry's fingers were thrusting in and out sloppily, his other hand on his cock, fisting it with abandon.

Sirius watched with awe as Harry came with a shout, his come streaking his Gryffindor sheets. His face red, eyes rolled back. He was intoxicating.

Sirius only had a second to see the smile on Harry's face before he was ending the call and coming across the cushions.

That's how the first call went.

-no cheating between main pairing

-no major character death

Something like "unrequited" feelings, groveling, that type of thing. Could be the flower sickness but doesn't have to be. Some type of build up of angst where it feels like nothing will work out for the main character before it does