(kinda playboy!) Sirius Black x fem! muggle! reader
Summary: Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith...and sometimes that means running off with a pretty stranger
Warnings/tags: mentions of alcohol and drinking, first kiss, meet cute, strangers to something more, kinda loser! reader (but not really)
A/n: 1.4k words, little random one today âĄ
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You nurse your drink, sitting alone while your coworkers are up dancing. They had insisted you come along, though you suspected it was more out of politeness than of genuine sentiment considering the empty booth before you. It's been a while since theyâd come back to the table now, and you wondered if now was the best chance to sneak away, avoiding the awkward and insincere goodbyes.
Unfortunately that plan was short lived as some of the girls come back from the bathroom, giggling as they drop off their bags, slurring a little as they ask you to watch them as it's their song. Your head falls back a little in your seat, your happy mask falls revealing a defeated one, and you sigh a little as you take another sip of your drink
Iâm such a loser
âWhy so glum, sugar plum?âÂ
You sigh a little more as your eyes flick up, searching for the lucky guy or girl until...
âUp here darlinâ he finally grabs your attention and your eyes snap to his, widening as they tentatively double check he definitely means you of all people, which he seems to get a kick out of, his smirk widening
âDid you really just say âwhy so glum, sugar plumââ you question with a slight giggle, eyes meeting his stunning grey ones as you sit up straighter
âGot your attention didn't I?â he defends with a wink and you shy away, looking back at your drink âCan I join you?âÂ
âHuh?â your head shoots back towards him âReally?â you reply more surprised than you mean to, causing your cheeks to heat, more so as it seems to make the man before you waver as well
Throughout the interaction so far he had been wearing an easy smile some would even consider a little cocky, but at the sound of your genuine surprise, it softens into something else, something you're not even he knows
âWould that be alright?â he asks carefully
âOhâŚyeah of courseâ you gesture, moving a little deeper into the booth but then realise he might not have meant directly beside you âYou meant here, right?â you point, to which he nods with a chuckle, more so as you shuffle a little more allowing him room to sit down
âSoâŚâ he starts, hand gently swirling his drink and drawing your eyes to the rings that beautifully litter his fingers â...what's got a pretty girl like yourself sitting all alone?âÂ
You let out a breathy laugh at the flattery âIâm not much of a dancerâ you point towards your colleagues who look like their having the time of their lives
As his eyes follow your direction, taking in the scene, you take him in as well. It didnât seem like this was his kind of scene either, he looked too much like a rocker to be in a place where the majority of men wore in suits and ties. If you were honest he looked too pretty to be anywhere but the cover of a magazine. And on top of all of that, there was just this air around him, like he was from another world altogether
âYour friends?â he wonders, leaning a little closer, thighs dangerously close to your own as the wisps of his curls threaten to tickle your cheek
âNo, coworkersâ you clarify with a slow shake of your head, meeting his side eye for a second before he looks back at them, nodding with a smile "I regret coming with them"
âI can see why...terrible dancers" he tries to cheer you up, taking a small swig of his drink âSo why did you come out with them instead ofâŚâ he trails off, recoiling a little
â...actual friends?â you prompt and he nods with lips pressed together, looking thankful he hasn't offended you âThe truth might make me seem like an even a glummer plumâ you reply cringing, unable to stop the little sniff of a laugh that escapes at the endÂ
He grins at that and you canât help but notice his free arm shifting to lay on the top edge of the booth âTry meâ he gives you his full attention, something that makes you relax and feel safe...though your cheeks still feel like theyâre on fire
"I figured being here was better than being home aloneâ you admit, looking down, not wishing to see his reaction and feel further embarrassment "My real friends worry I don't get out enough, that I'm alone too much"
After a second of silence you chance a peek up to find his soft smile hasnât left "I get that...my friends are the same, though I have the opposite problem" he plays with his glass, a small scoff of a laugh coming through his nose "I don't have the best habit of going home alone" he makes his own confession before his head tilts âWhy havenât you left let?â he wonders, no malice or judgement in his voice "Besides my excellent company" he adds, lighting up at your giggle
âI want to...I just didnât want to leave those aloneâ you nod across the table towards the small pile of bags
âOh" his smile grows "If that's the only thing tying ya downâ he places his glass down properly, standing up and grabbing one of the stray coats, throwing it gently over the bags before looking back at you, arm stretched out âWanna get out here pretty girl?â
You smile back at him about to take his hand without a second thought when you stop yourself, glancing at your coworkers for a moment, then back at the man. You could be responsible, wait for them to get their bags and go home while also avoiding the potential heartbreak from the seasoned and flirtatious stranger before you, orâŚyou be adventurous for once, take the leap of faith and maybe have a night youâll remember for the rest of your life
âSo?â he eyes you playfully, his smile positively beaming as you nod and accept his hand, letting him lead you out of the bar and into the snowy streets, unaware of your coworkers gobsmacked stares
âWhere are we going?â you wonder with a laugh, coming to a stop as you wait for the crossing to flick to green, hearing cars hum as they whisk pastÂ
He looks over at you with a toothy grin, turning to face you âWhere do you want to go?â he leans down and flicks his nose upwards against yours, causing your heart to swoon and love at first sight suddenly seems like a very real threat âGot anything specific you want to do?â he raises his eyebrowsÂ
âA fewâ you reveal âOne more than the othersâ you grow brave, eyes locked onto his before they flick quickly down
âWhatâs stopping you?â heâs whispering now, the hot breath making you to feel lightheaded as he licks his lips
You giggle a little, licking your own before whispering back a soft âIâve never kissed a stranger beforeâÂ
âI kiss too many strangersâ he confesses, cheeks tinting but weirdly you donât feel jealous, something about the way heâs treating you seems just as foreign to him
âIf I tell you my name I'm not a stranger anymoreâ you reply, breathless with how his lips ghost yours "It's Y/n"
âPretty name for a pretty girlâ he states before connecting your lips
Itâs softer than youâd thought it would be, sweeter, yet more thrilling than if it was solely fueled by passion. Never would you have thought the playboy boy in denim would kiss like a gentleman, that his hand would cup your cheek, thumb flicking over it like it was the most precious thing in the worldÂ
âWowâ you breathe out, your chests heaving in time together as you pull away, opening your eyes to find his lips are plump, stained slightly around the edges from the remnants of your lipstick and your heart fills with new found pride at your handiwork
âWow indeedâ he lets out a breathy laugh, forehead kissing yours for a second before pulling back âHow does it feel to kiss a stranger?â
âMagicalâ you reply, looking down at your shoes as your unable to stop the silliest happy from smile taking over your face, but as you glance down at the floor you miss the twinkle in his eyes at your choice of words âHow does it feel to kiss a girl called y/n?â you counter when you look backÂ
âMagicalâ he repeats your words but his are softer, like itâs the first time heâs truly meant them âIâm Siriusâ he finally introduces himself
âSiriusâ you confirm and he smiles, nodding âA pretty name for a pretty boyâ
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Summary: Sirius Black and Y/n y/l/n have always been famous for their public showdowns, but what happens the two are forced to finally spend alone time together?
Warnings: swearing, mentions of wizarding slurs (eventual strange term of endearment), kissing and sex, enemies to lovers, steamy first kiss, getting together, fighting in the rain, kissing in the rain, lil sexual tension
A/n: 2.7k words, can be seen as a prequel to the my little deatheater series, thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it, enjoy!Â
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âThis is all your faultâ Sirius grumbles as descends from the last tower, tossing another bag of collected rubbish onto the pile you both had created
You let out an empty laugh, poking your tongue into your cheek and shaking your head a little, refraining yourself from hurling a quaffle at himâŚagain. If anything, it was entirely his fault. He was the one that decided to pull the most outrageous hail mary in all of quidditch, therefore any reaction you had was merely in defence of his insanity. Not that the professors agreed mind you, forcing you both to clean the entire pitch yourselves without magic
âI donât know why youâre so pissy you guys still--oh no you donâtâ you finally speak, only to be caught off guard by one of the bludgers acting up âSalzar will you⌠ughhâ you huff, anger overcoming you as you attempt force the clasp of the trunk shut, even going so far as to climb onto of it yourself âMotherfu-ahhâ you squeal as it bucks harder
Just as youâre about to get thrown off you, feel a weight beside you, bringing the clasp close enough to finally hook on and allow you to lock it. You breathe a sigh of relief, head leaning against the wood and for a moment, itâs peaceful. The bludger stops fighting, going dormant once more, leaving only the sound of your breathing and the soft patter of rain on the tarpaulin above you
âThank youâ the words escape your lips faster than you can stop them and your eyes widen rather comically
Dammit, you donât even need to look at him; you can already feel that stupid smirk of his forming
âWhat was that darling? I didnât quite catch thatâÂ
You groan quietly âI said⌠â you purse your lips before lifting yourself up, eyes meeting his â... thank youâ you begrudgingly admit and his smirk deepens, the smug bastard
âThank you?â he over exaggerates in faux awe, hand finding his chest, fingertips gently grazing his jersey âNo⌠â he shakes his head â... thereâs no way our resident deatheater over here is thanking lil' old me for helping herâ he coats it on annoyingly thick, egging you on as he always did
âLast time I thank you⌠for⌠what was that?â you attempt to rebuke but the sound of something ripping takes your attention away, gaze turning upward âShitâ your eyes blow wide at huge dip in the canopy above you, small drips of water already slipping through the beginnings of a tear
As you stand Siriusâ seems confused before his eyes follow your own, catching on quickly âCrapâ he mutters, sliding off the chest âCome on!â he shouts, pulling you with haste towards the wall, shielding you from the impending cascade
⌠except it never comes.
Instead, you and he are held up against the wall. You peek with one eye to check what's happening, meeting Sirius doing the same, one hand flush against the wall behind you while the other is wrapped around your waist
You wrangle out of his grasp as you both realise the old awnings still got some life in her âThank merlin you didnât overreactâ you tease him âCome on!â you mock, turning away for a moment and noticing the small trail of water from the edge of the tower and canopy beside you
His tongue pokes his inner cheek, head leaning against the wall before he pushes himself off, turning to face you âOh fuck offâ he tuts âWe both thought it was gonna go...if anything you should be thanking me!â he lets out an exasperated breath, arms folding as his back finds the wall
âThank you?â you look at him astonished, you couldnât believe the nerve this boy had on him, though it did make splashing him with some of the dripping water less guilt worthy âWhy the hell would I thank you?â you flick water at him again
âOi!â he flinches, taken aback âWhat the--â he barely gets a word in as you continue
âIâm the one stuck here cleaning your mess!â you shout, flicking him a couple more times before backing down, taking pleasure in his pretty curls deflating into a drenched, frizzy state
âYou better cut that out rightâŚwait, my mess!â he lets out an annoyed âhuhâ as your words finally register âIâm the one with the broken broom and detention for a month! Not to mention Iâm missing my bloody victory partyâ he gestures towards the now hazy castle, obscured thanks to the relentless showers around you
âWell, if you had any real skill it wouldnât have broken now, would it?!â you scrunch your nose at him, but your argument falls on deaf ears as his head begins to shake a little, trying to remove the strands of hair that have stuck to his face thanks to your watery combat âPlus itâs not like you wouldnât already have detention⌠are⌠Sirius? Are you even listening to me? Black!!â you try to regain his attention but it remains solely on his hair âOh for fucks sakeâ you grow tired of his failed attempts, swatting his hands away, gently pulling back the soaked pieces and tucking them behind his ears before stepping back âBetter?â you ask crispy
âYes. Muchâ he responds, falling in tune with your anger again âReady whenever you are darlingâ his arms widen in a half bow, welcoming your attemptsÂ
You stare at him âIâŚâ you start before begging your brain to come up with some kind of clever quip âYou're... umm⌠fuckâ you whisper the last bit as you draw a blank, growing increasingly frustrated, more so as he realises that for the first time, you might just be stumpedÂ
âHoly shit, youâve got nothingâ the smirk that grows on his, punchable, pretty, face is maddening âOh you have no idea how happy I am right nowâ
âI⌠ugh⌠oh fuck you Blackâ you grab the nearest object, a forgotten wet scarf, and hurl it at him âLeast I wasnât disownedâ even you know itâs a low blow, but as the man said, you really didnât have anything
He manages to avoid it though, the wet fabric barely grazing his shoulder as he ducks âYou're really clutching at straws now loveâ he half laughs at you âHey!â he points as you chuck something else, taking a stride towards you after it misses as well
âJust admit it darling, youâve lost!â
âAs if!â you defend "I never have and never will lose to you!" you throw what can only be described as a half a decorative lion mane at him
He dodges once again, his eye wide your sheer determinism âMerlin, youâre so pettyâ
âI am not petty! youâre petty!â you scoff, moving towards him as well as youâve ran out of safe objects to throw at him âUgh, I could punch you right nowâ your fists ball, jerking at your sides as you attempt to control your rage
âThen why havenât you!â he questions âNot like you havenât got rough on the field before!â he waves his hands in the air, recalling the time you whacked him the face with your broom as you flew by him
âBecause your face is pretty, and I rather like looking at it while I argue!â you admit, anger still in full swing
So is Siriusâ as he argues back âYeah? Well I happen to think yours is rather cute when youâre all riled up at me!â
âThank you!âÂ
âI mean it!â
âGood!âÂ
âGood!â
Youâre faces are dangerously close now, and as your altercation falls into silence, your hard expressions soften for a moment, small half smiles and laughs escaping as the words shouted between you sink in
You thought he was pretty
And he thought you were cute
You and Sirius had always been known for your little battles, but you and he were in foreign territory now. Never before had one lasted so long, gotten you this fired up. Normally first years would run away and seniors would grab popcorn when you and he were in the same room, however without the screening eyes of your peers or authoritative figures something else was building, something new. No longer was it going to end with who got the biggest cheer, or last insult in before the professors broke you up, no, the game had changed now, and you both knew it
Your face hardens, the anger fading but the passion of the fight remains âYou know youâd still have your precious broom if youâd accepted your lossâ you start of soft, eyes looking deep into his, asking him if you want to walk this line with you
A smile quirks at the corner of his âLoss, darlin? Oh no we wonâŚâ his face darken back into it and you take that as a yes â...I think you need to get that pretty head of yours checkedâ
âWe had it until you pulled what was quite frankly the most illegal fucking move in all of quidditch, and if you had been anything other than a perfect little lion this would be a completely different conversation!â you scoff âI canât believe you call that a win, you bloody cheat!â youâre poking the bear now, pride overcoming you as you watch his eyes flare at the last wordÂ
âDonât you dare call me that⌠take that back right nowâ he takes the smallest step forward, your chests brushing âWhat I did out there was blimmin' brilliant and you know it!â he leans even closer âYouâre just jealous you weren't smart enough to think of it first!â
âJealous! Why the hell would be jealous of a cheat, cheat, cheat-itie, cheater?â you near bounce at each little quip, merlin were you having fun
He breathes out through his nose, warm air tickles your lips âI am not⌠â he stops himself, almost like heâs fighting an internal battle âIâm⌠ughâ letting out a groan as he turns, stepping in a small circle as he backtracks âI wouldnât have to pull some cheaty moves if you lot played fair for onceâ he backtracks, pointing at you, his breathing heavy now âFricking snakes, the lot of yaâÂ
âFor once?â you huff, slapping his finger away before flicking water in his face again, but this time itâs far more strategic âThats a good one Mr Marauderâ you flaunt your hands mockingly before do it again âUnlike you⌠Us. Snakes. Have. Standards!â you'll even admit you go a little overboard with the water this time, splashing him between every word before catching some in cupped hands and pouring it over him
He shakes his head like a dog after you finish âStop!â he warns but it feels more like a challenge, now itâs his turn to ask you with his eyes; did you really want to step over this line? Enter this new world with him?
âMake meâ you jeer, tone lower than normal as you accept his unspoken offer, hand sweeping through the water againÂ
This time however he catches your wrist, holding it in place, before retraining the other one as well, knowing you too well to leave himself unguarded on one front
âDo that one more time and youâll regret it...â heâs unbelievably close now "...darling"
âOr what, bloodtraitorâ you hold his gaze, enticing him
Whatever it was that was building between the two of you was coming to its apex, and youâre both acutely aware of it. But itâs where, you suppose, this dangerous little dance of yours had always been leading
He leans in closer, letting your hand fall from his grasp, chests breathing in unison as his eyes refuse to leave yours for even a second âI think you know, little deatheaterâ a smirk threatens to play at his lips, godric was he loving this new frontier
And salzar, were you too, eyes unable to help stealing glancing at his lips then back to him âI doâ you admit, bringing your lips up, letting them hover dangerously close to his own but as he smirks, taking this as his win, loving to close the gap, you retreat, whispering a flirty âGotcha ya Siriâ before stepping back, a playful smile on your face
His face is a picture, mouth agape, a light tinge of pink sprinkling his cheeks but within his shocked expression lies amusement, along with realisation that he lost your little game most spectacularly fashion
âYou little minxâ he breathes out quietly, tongue pushing his cheek out as he hangs his head, you had got him fair and square, and the boy couldnât even be mad
âYes!â you punch the air, beginning to laugh lightly, you donât even try to come up with a witty remark as you celebrate, because you just bet the sirius black, prankster, playboy, at his own game
He raises his head after a few seconds to see you all proud of yourself, yet your pride is different than normal, if anything he swears itâs more genuine. Heâs ready to accept defeat, to let you win, but heâs not ready to let you get away without finishing what you both just started, but just as heâs about to step forward it seems the canopy has finally given up, the fabric above you gives way, splitting in one foul swoop and releases a freezing torrent upon you
âWhat theâŚâ
Your eyes are wide, mouth fallen open as you gasp loudly, feeling the cold water creep into each layer of your clothing, frozen in place as you look up at Sirius who remains dry, narrowly avoiding the same fate. He looks almost in as much shock, eyes looking up at the rather wide hole, then back towards you
Meeting his eyes, you finally let your smile break free âShit!â you pout for a second âI just lost didnât I?â you shout over the pitter patter, losing yourself in laughter as the rain pours around you
Sirius watches the scene with a similar smile, you had always been a wonder to him, this force of nature that drove him crazy, but in this moment all he felt was peace, and he was happy to lose, just this once with you
âNahâ he chuckles, letting the rain engulf him as he approaches, your laughter soothing as his finger hooks under your chin, bringing your gaze to his âWe both lostâ he tells you before guiding your lips upwards towards his, pausing just before they touch in tortuous bliss
The rain is a stark contrast to the moment, itâs unlike anything either of you have shared before, itâs quiet, soft, like you were old lovers finally finding one another again in another life.Â
âDonât you dare pull awayâ he whispers, lips tickling yours, hot breath warming you despite your numbing limbs
His fingers slide along your jaw slowly, becoming flush before floating upwards carding through the wisps of soaked hair framing your face. His eyes follow, flitting over your face, eyes filled with the kind of admiration one could only dream of and itâs exciting, new, the beginning of a long time coming
âNever againâ you promise
He nudges his nose against your own before closing the gap, lips parting as they meet. Itâs slow, meaningful, thereâs no battle for control, just two souls hungry for one another after being starved for far too long. And itâs intoxicating, your hands finding his cotton of his jersey at his chest, the wet fabric forgotten as you pull him impossibly closer. Sirius feels drunk on your lips, the rements of your lipstick on his tongue as it slips through, hands wandering down to your hips, moving the fabric of your jumper upwards to reveal the skin underneath, eliciting a soft moan from your lips and causing the kiss to finally break
Both your chests heave as Sirius guides you backwards towards the wall and shelter again, turning you around last minute so your flush against it, hands very much still on your hips, thumbs pressing into the skin in soothing circles
âYou knowâŚâ you catch your breath â...maybe losing isnât so badâ you admit, throat tickling with light laughter
He joins you âIt isnâtâŚâ he agrees, one hand sliding out from below to cup the sweet plush of your cheek, bringing your eyes to his grey ones, heartwarming as you lean into his touch â...but only when itâs with youâ
After that, every snide remark that was fired across the battlefield between you was now coated with something more intimate, perhaps theyâd always been, but it would always be the kind of strange endearment only you and he could ever understand
Summary: Sirius comes home very drunk and accidently lets something slip while his girl looks after him
Warnings: swearing, established relationship, pure fluff, mentions of drinking, drunkness (both on Sirius' part), sex and being unwell, slight nudity and some suggestion but nothing explict, Sirius being the sweetest and cutest drunken puppy, very quickly proofread
A/n: 3k words, not requested, the idea just popped into my head and I needed to feel better after a really tough week and a bit x hope you enjoy! I''ll be writing requests again soon, I might make a post about it tomorrow x
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You were snuggled up in bed, entering the perfect land of slowly drifting off yet still in control of your fantasy. You were somewhat aware of your surroundings. You could feel the coziness of the blanket. the soft plush of the mattress below, the safety Siriusâ pillow brung as you cuddled it. Yet. You didn't register the front door closing with a small thump, nor your boyfriend whispering curses at it for doing so, as well as at the floorboards for creaking
Sirius was beyond drunk. It was Jamesâ fault reallyâŚor perhaps it was Marlenes? Or maybe Dorcas and those little cocktails that just tasted too good to stop drinking. Whatever it was he was smashed, and he was certain you had never seen him this drunk, in fact he was sure heâd ever seen himself this drunk, and for the life of him he didnât remember why he got this drunk.Â
All his brain could focus on was he had to get to you, you were the most important thing in that momentÂ
âShit and fuckâ he hisses as his jeans belt loop catches in the handle of the bedroom door, causing him to be pulled back and wack the side of his head
After more than a few attempts the door released him from its crutches and his eyes fell upon you, beautiful, beautiful you. He staggered over to his side, stripping himself of his jacket, attempting to unbutton his shirt before just pulling it over his head. Once those were off he just stood there for a good minute, brain blanking on what he was supposed to be doing before he heard you hum
âY/nâ he mumbles, collapsing surprising gently to the floor and planting his chin into the soft covers âHowâd I get so luckyâ he says, admiring how the soft glow of the street lights brings out your features
He starts talking to himself, telling your unconscious self all of the ways he loves you even if itâs really coming out as incoherent babbles.
âGlow of your hair and the shine of your shineâŚsorry the shine of your skin and the softness of your eyesâ he mixes them up but theyâre said so lovingly you would probably understand if you heardÂ
âYour prettyâŚâ he continues on and on, repeating himself and these slowly wake you, eyes fluttering open to see Sirius smiling away in his own little world
The next thing you register is the smell, alcohol and cigarettes, it clung to him, while one more prominent than the other you didnât really mind, you were just glad he was home and safe and happy
âHiâ you greet, giggling as his eyes light up and his chin edges closer to you âAre you nude?â You wonder eyeing his bare back with fuzzy vision as it wouldnât be this first time
He shakes his head but a cheeky grin appears âI can beâ he winks, or at least tries to, as he ends up just blinking theatrically with his head tilted forward
âFlirtâ you roll your eyes, digging your cheek further into the pillow to hide the effect even terrible flirting still had on you
âYour flirt thoughâ he shifts closer, kissing your cheek softly
âYou areâ you admit turning back to face him, you had seen Sirius drunk many times but you had to admit he looked so dazey almost dizzy looking you were sure he was currently in the late stages of blacking out âYou need to take off your jeans before getting inâ you say, spotting to dark hue of blue now your eyes had adjustedÂ
He scrunches his face but does it. Not gracefully though as he lets his arse fall to the floor, causing you to move his pillow back up and crawl across. Peering over the bed you watch him with an amused smile, his body flat on the hardwood floor, wiggling out of his jeans
âAll the way?â He asks like a child
You nod âAll the way puppyâ your use of the nickname causes him to work not only faster but wear the cutest little grin as he does it
Eventually heâs left in his boxers. You admire him, even as he struggles to work his way back up to his knees and kneel at the side of the bed again âCan I get in now?â he pleads, flashing his big puppy eyes
You would normally say yes, but his breath was pretty bad. Besides, he had told you once he hated waking up to the stale taste in his mouth, so made you promise if not inebriated yourself to make him clean his teeth
âYou should brush your teethâ you give him a sad smile, heart aching at his pout âI can help you if you wantâ
His eyes grow wide, mood shifting and he nods quickly. You lift the covers, revealing youâre only in a slip. Sirius is enamoured by it. A giddy grin on his face when you accidentally flash him and he realises you have nothing underneath
Standing up you look down, holding out your hands for him. He takes them but lingers on the floor, a look on his face you know all too well
âOne peekâ you concede, holding your giggle as his head pokes between your legs for a few seconds
He soon pulls back, looking more than satisfied with himself as you help him stand up
âYouâre so prettyâ again his voice is dazed, but it doesnât stop the smile on your face
What is it they say? Drunken words are sober thoughts? If that was true it meant everything Sirius did and said were true, only now it was amplified and had a dizzy puppy vibe
Guiding him into the bathroom he plops himself on the edge of the bath, something that could end badly but would be equally hilariousâŚknowing him heâd probably give up and ask for a pillow if he fell in
Grabbing his toothbrush you squeeze a little bit of paste onto it âOpen wideâ you instruct and in return he cheeses at you âSiriâÂ
âWhat?â He shrugs before opening his mouth properly, jaw slack so you could manoeuvre easy
You softly brush his teeth, not wanting to place too much pressure since you had only done this for him a few times before when he was really sick.Â
Sirius watches you the entire time and in that moment you were like some kind of angel. Sure he was drunk, the bathroom light behind your bed was causing spots as he blinked and created a halo around your head, but still you were angelicâŚmaybe more than that to him as his brain ran one very drunk cell who was convinced he was missing somethingÂ
âSpitâ you ask and he turns his head away from you
Your eyebrows furrow before you realise, watching him spit it out in the bathtub. He then turns back looking proud of himself, a small bit of paste still clinging to the edge of his lips
You smile sweetly, taking the pad of your thumb and clearing it off. You canât pull away though because Siriusâ darts forward to capture it and sucks on it
âSiri!â You squeal at pulling it out, you werenât mad but you did hope heâd feel tired soonâŚand merlin did you hope he stayed human and didnât run around as a dog like he did when he had a fever a few weeks ago
He laughs loudly at the face you made, before he begins to laugh at his own laughing resulting in a small fit.Â
You quickly rinse the toothbrush and place it in the holder, then move to steady Sirius since youâre sure heâs gonna fall if heâs not careful, and knowing your luck heâll fall forward onto the tiles rather than the bathtub behind him
His giggles die down. Taken a sudden interest in you and his eyes wander up your body. Drinking it in. He lingers on your thighs and then on two particular assets, to which youâre sure heâs thankful for your lack of bra and coldness of the bathroom. Eventually he reaches your face, eyes darting over it and his smile brightens
His smile drifts to a funny one âIâm sorry you have to look after meâ he apologies with a slight chuckle, hands finding the outsides of your lower thighs and pushing upwards towards your hips, bringing the slip with it
You pinch the material around his hands outwards, letting it fall back down enough to cover you. Not that you cared about him seeing, it was more you were sure he would get distracted again
âYouâd do the same for meâ you assure him
He reponses by nuzzling his nose into your stomach âIâm gonna be so hungoverâ he mumbles, a small moment of clarity washing over him, although it wasnât really true clarity as his brain still connects all the wrong dots as time and fantasy mixes upÂ
âI know. Donât worry tomorrowâŚwell actually later today, Iâll make you breakfast in bed and tease you rottenâ you smile down at him
His head lifts and his eyes can meet yours âThank you sweetheartâ he smiles lazily before standing up shakily with your help
You move back a little, hands finding his shoulders while his slip down from your hips briefly only to grasp them again over your slip
âI'm glad youâre my wifeâ he says casually, a fond smile on his face while your eyes blow wideâŚand so does your heart
You just stare at him a moment, processing. Heart fluttering around at the title you always imagined having one day, yet were nowhere near prepared for how good it would sound from his lips. Nor how easily it slipped from them
âSiri loveâ you cup his cheeksÂ
âYeah?â He says like a hum
âIâm not your wifeâ you inform him
Instantly you regret it
His happy expression drops, pouting and almost looks like he may cry âYouâre not my wife?â his grip on your hips tighten, voice cracking
You shake your head and find yourself aching at how heartbroken he is over it. You know itâs the booze, you know he likely wonât remember this come morning but you still scold yourself for not playing alongÂ
âYou said no?â he asks and you look at him baffled
âTo what?â you wonder, even if thereâs a tiny voice screaming what it was in the back of your mind
He doesnât answer, merely asks âYou didnât want to be my wife?âÂ
His tone is soft and so pure you could cry yourself, yet you still started to smile, heart thumping as you watched your boyfriend in mild awe
âYou didnât ask me to be your wife Siriâ
âI didnât?âÂ
If you could describe him in that moment you would have to say he looked like he was doing some complex mathematics because boy oh boy was he processing for almost a good few minutes
âYou wanna marry me?â He finally says âI really...really want to marry youâ
You find yourself itching to scream yes, but you also know he probably isnât going to remember this nor are you 100% sure heâsâŚ
âI have the ring and everything...âÂ
âŚserious
Your hands drop from his cheeks to his chest âWhat?!â You stare at him in complete shock
â...give me a minute Iâll go get it and get down on two knees...one knee...my arse?â he shrugs trying to walk away but you stop him
âSiri, y-you have a ring?â You ask confused and happy and sick all at once, eyes glazing as you listen to his answer and start to believe this is actually real
âYeah in theâŚâ he hiccups pointing out the bathroom door ââŚin the bottom drawer of my bedside tableâ realisation dawns on his face but not the kind you think âThatâs why I got drunk! I remember now I was so nervous you wouldnât like my proposal...and the...ughh...talk...ummâÂ
He freezes, clogs turning before he closes his eyes. You can almost see his memory reseting, like remembering the real reason made his drunken brain short circuit
âYou really didnât say yes to the picnic? At the same lake where had our first date?â he asks opening them, eyes now boring into you and you can no longer find it in yourself to deny him
âI did. I did say yes Siriâ you nod, smiling brightly up at him
âYou did?â you nod again âAnd the proposalâŚwait no... the speech! Was that okay? Prongs cried at it but Reg thought it was a little long and moony called me a sapâŚor was that MarleneâŚor Dorcas?â his eyes blow wide âIt was shit wasnât it? Thatâs why she gave me the little pink drinks cause it was terrible and you found it terrible...and him terrible and me...â he scrunches his face
âIt was beautiful Siriâ you pull his face up to look at yours, cutting his rabble off before you let them slip back down to his chest once more âUtter perfection. I was just pulling your leg earlierâ you giggle trying to brighten him up while simultaneously trying not to squeal at the idea of there really being a ring in that drawer and him actually proposing
He sighs in relief, quickly wrapping his arms around you
âThank merlin Iâve been worried for weeksâ he tucks his head into the crook of your neck âYouâre finally my wife for real. I'm not dreaming right?â he asks once more pulling back to look at you
âI amâ you confirm "I'm so your wife...so...definitely your wife" you emphasise with all your heart and it makes his face light up brighter than the tree back at hogwarts
He grins, cupping your cheeks and squishing them ever so slightly âYouâre myâŚâ he hiccups again ââŚIâm your wifeâ he finishes
You giggle at his mistake but can't find it in yourself to correct him âYouâre my wifeâŚâ you peck his lips ââŚand Iâm your dashing husbandâ you go along with it
He pulls you in for another hug, almost bone crushing but you donât care, your heart had never been fuller
âI love you so muchâ he presses a hard kiss to your temple, hand to the back of your head
âI love you too wifeyâ you tease gently, though in his state itâs literal, heâs now your wife and youâre now his husband, no take backsies âNow letâs get you to bedâ
He nods into your neck, kissing it softly before allowing you to lead him through. Reaching the bed he sits on the edge while you push down the covers. He smiles at you and then your arse as you crawl over to your side, accidentally exposing it to him
You turn back and notice his stare âEnjoying yourself?â you ask, purposely lifting your arse up before yourself fall into your side
He nods shamelessly âVery muchâ he falls backwards, shifting around into the bed and letting you pull the covers up âYouâre so good to meâÂ
You finish tucking him in and move forward so your chest touches his âWhat kind of husband would I be if I didnât take good care of my hot wife?â you tap his nose
He chuckles so cutely at the gesture âI am the hottest wifeâ his words like a sigh as he pulls you into him, rolling you over onto your back so he can cuddle into you
His head settles on your chest
âThat you are puppyâ you wrap your arms around him, feeling his cheeks rise âAnd Iâm the prettiest husbandâ
He looks up at you bobbing his head ever so slightly âYou are the prettiest human in the whole worldâ he turn back to lay on your chest âAnd have the best boobs to sleep onâ
You giggle as his head lifts up and his hand comes up to pat your boobs in order to get comfortable before he lays back down again. Arm slithering around your torso and within seconds heâs gone quiet
âSiri?â you lean forward "Siri?" you ask again then realise he's finally passed out, and is smiling like an idiot into your chestÂ
You gently rock him off and replace yourself with a pillow briefly. Briefly being the main word as you quickly slip out of bed and kneel down at his drawer. You take a deep breath before opening it, and sure thing there is a black velvet box tucked away in the back.Â
You bite your lip, grasping bringing it into the light so you could see it clearer. Again you take a second before flicking it open with your thumbs, grinning so wide your nose scrunches up when you see the ring and your heart bounces around the roomÂ
Come morning he wouldnât remember much, only moments like you brushing his teeth and his head being between your legs, to which you would laugh at his brains priorities on the second.
You wouldnât tell him that you already knew, nor that you had seen the ring and technically already agreed to be his wifeâŚand, you guessed, husband as well. No. You would listen to the beautifully crafted speech by the lake, in your best outfit, from the man you loved and it would make you cry happy tears. And then he would ask that all important question. To which you, of course, would say yes
But for now you sat there, admiring the ring for a few a little while, before putting it back exactly where you found it and closing the drawer.
You were positively glowing as you made your way back into bed with Sirius once more. Replacing pillow with yourself and watching Sirius instantly cuddle back into you, humming as he doesÂ
You hold him tightly and press a lingering kiss to his hair, then whisper
âGoodnight Siri. I love you and I canât wait to officially be your futureâŚâ you giggle ââŚyour future husband tomorrowâ
Summary: Remus wakes up next to his wife with nowhere to be, leading to a decision thats been a long time coming
Warnings:Â swearing, lil suggestive in places but nothing explicit, mentions of food, eating, sex, contraption, periods and pregnancy, kissing, and remus being utterly lovesick with his wife
A/n: 2.7k words, this is sheer self indulgent fluff btw x reader is a rabbit animgus, I always wanted to write a fic with a remus that actually loves himself and it's been a while since I wrote something just for me x please enjoy!
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Remus' face scrunched up, lazily squinting his eyes before they fluttered open completely. He didnât bother to look at the time, it could have been eight in the morning or four in the afternoon for all he cared, everything that he needed was currently snuggled next to him.
He was laying on his back, you on your side facing away yet your hand was still loosly intwined with his. The summer heat and late-night activities called for this, you couldnât cuddle like normal due to Remus being a quite literal pressure cooker so you opted for holding hands behind your backâŚwell it was more like your arse by now but that was beside the point
Remus shifted onto his side, smiling that the covers you had initially kicked off you went to sleep were now engulfing you like a little cocoon of comfort. He never lets go of your hand, only tugging it slightly to encourage you to turn around and he can see the face he just adored.
It takes a few minutes before you move an inch but when you eventually turn you hum a little in your sleep, almost like your unconscious self was scolding him for making you move, an act more than endearing to him.Â
His hand plays with yours. The light shining through the open window while the curtains flap gently from the breeze. It was the epitome of mornings. Sheer perfection. Just you, him and nowhere to be
The flutter of light dances over your skin, giving you an almost ethereal look, just divine. Cheek adorably squished against the pillow, nose twitching as you slowly drift from your own dream, leg attempting to lift up as the light sheets slip down again.
His eyes glaze over your figure, smile turning cheeky as your baggy shirt had ridden up during the night, exposing the your upper thighs, hips and sweet pudge of your stomach he just worshipped
Years ago, he would have averted his eyes, scolded himself for staring, but now? He let himself admire you. His love. His bunny. His beautiful, beautiful wife.
He eventually slips his hand over your side, fingers trailing over the bunched fabric before gently bringing it down, savouring the feeling of your skin as he slips a finger beneath it while his heart warms at your forming smile
âMorninâ bunâ he accepts the roughness of his voice and no longer masks it, you loved his scruffy tone
Your smile widens, eyes remaining closed as you speak âMorninâ Remâ just like you he adored the slight coarseness in your voice
His fiddling with your shirts stops, moving instead to trace little shapes over your lower hip. You then shuffle closer, chests mere centimetres apart when your eyes open.
That award-winning smile never leaves your face. In fact itâs even better now he can see those pretty eyes, eyes filled with more love than he could never fathom, that was if he'd never had the pleasure of meeting you.Â
It was funny, the first 15 years of his life he convinced himself he didnât deserve a love like this. Then you came along and slowly he started to love the parts he hated, every kiss, every kind word, hug and more all accumulated to him knowing he was allowed to let himself love and more importantly accept another's knowing he deserves it
âHiâ he says, nuzzling his nose with yours
You still grinned like a schoolgirl every time he does that, the same way you did when you were seventeen and he loved you more than the same, his love exponential when it came to you
âHiâÂ
âHiâ he repeats again but this time his arms slips from your hip to your lower back, pulling you flush against him
You welcome it, moving closer yourself before he hears you giggle softly and realises his not so little morning problem
âSorryâ he isnât, not one part of him apologetic
You smile coyly at him
âIâm notâ you whisper before bringing your lips to his cheek, right on one of his more prominent scars
His eyes close when you linger there, remaining so as you begin to litter kisses over all of his former imperfections. His jaw, his neck, shoulder, bicepâŚall the way to his palm.
You had kissed every scar on his body multiple times, so much he had now lost count. He used to tense up at it, hate it, but now he relished in it. The attention. The closeness. The intimacy. His younger self would be in awe if he could see him now, see the way you loved him
âPretty wolfâ you say, tone soft, sweet, words said with the upmost love before your lips coming back up to peck his
He smiles at the name, cheeks impossibly high on his face, narrowing his eyes as they open
âPretty bunnyâ he returns, watching your expression mirror his only shier
His lips capture yours slowly, honing in that there was no rush, no need to speed through this moment. Your hands still intertwined, squished between your bodies while your free hand moves around his waist and his cups your cheek, tips of his fingers gracing your hairline
âI could kiss you foreverâ he murmurs into your lips, breaking away breathless as his hand slips from your face down your side teasingly and he grips your thigh, softly hoisting it up around his torso and moving you onto your back
You giggle "I've got no where to be" you quip, hand finally leaving his to wrap around his neck, bringing your lips to his as your leg pulls him closer, eliciting a groan from him
He can feel the vibrations of your own as he presses a little harder into you and his lips find yours again. The passion slowly increases with each fevered kiss shared, eventually leading to him making his way down your neck, latching on and holding his smile at your sweet reactions
âDo youâŚoh...fuckâ his movements stop, closing his eyes
You tilt your head, a giggle escaping your lips, not of mocking but he knows what you're thinking, especially as you raise your eyebrows âDid you?â you still check
He shakes his head âNoâ he lets out a chuckle, kissing your cheek quickly âWe donât have any condoms leftâ
Your mouth forms an âoâ and a bashful smile appears âThat's okayâŚ" your eyebrows knit briefly "I thought we had one left?â
âI broke the first one I opened last nightâ he explains with a slight cringe but you nod with kind understanding and peck his lips, letting him know it was okayÂ
âI can go later and get some more, we need more veggies anywayâ you say casually
Remus gently rolls over onto his back, bringing you with him. Your leg draped over his while his thumb flicks rhythmically over the skin of your upper thigh, your hands slipping down from his neck, one resting on his chest while the other slithers down to rest in the valley between your bodies
Most wouldnât need assurance for something like that but Remus had his reasons and you more than respected them. He couldnât risk pregnancy with his condition as not only was the child at risk but you could be too, who knows what a child afflicted with lycanthropy could do to your body
There were potions for this kind of thing but when you were on them during the earlier years of your relationship they caused a lot of problems. Your hormones were all over the place, period irregular, perhaps it was just the kind of potion you were on but he didn't want you to go through all of them plus muggle ones so he suggested you come off it. Condoms were pretty effective nowadays anyway.
He was nervous about the decision at first, just in case one of the little guys got through but then he saw how your mood got better, pain got easier, period like clockwork now your hormones were balanced again.
And that risk Remus once deemed it to be slowly became less so, in fact, if you were accepting of course, he almost ready to take it
âMore veggies?â he questions, fond of the way you hide your face in his neck to hide your embarrassment
âYesâ you extend the syllables and he can feel your pout
âDo we really need them?â
"Yes" your voice even weaker, more embarrassed
"And why would we need them when I bought some mere days ago?" he continues to berate you, taking pride in it, sniggering at your huff
âI got peckish while you were at work...and may have raided the rest last night went you fell asleepâ you finally admit, not that it would ever take much for you to do that when it came to him
He holds his chuckle, smiling so bright his cheeks hurt. He remembered the moment you ask him to become an animagus when you were both 17 and freshly dating. He said no of course, in fact he could still see your sadden pout in his mind yet also remembered that you didnât push it further.Â
You asked again at 19 after you moved into his parents' old cottage which was technically new now after it was rebuilt by his father. The old memories of his turning demolished so he could start anew and he agreed that time, never looking back.
He was constantly reminded that it was the right choice, from the little traits you picked up to the comfort of smelling your scent during his transformations. And of course you, the girl in love with a real life wolf, became a rabbit...and no his friends never let him live it down
âIâll go with you then...but laterâ he holds you close âCuddles firstâ he didn't care if he sounded like a baby, he denied himself physical touch way too long and he'd no longer be appologic for wanting it
You smile into him âThanks Remâ you murmur placing a kiss into his neck
âWhatever keeps you out of the garden bunâ he teases, chuckling when you play bite him for that
âOne timeâ you mutter, tugging your head in further and pretending your mad
He turns his head to kiss your temple âOne time this month maybeâ
You huff through your nose causing him to shiver at the sudden breath âSorryâ you pull away, kissing his jaw as your head finds its way down to his chest before resuming your mad pout âYou know itâs not my fault I married a granny that likes to gardenâ you argue
He pokes his cheek âYes but the key word there is you married me. You chose to spend eternity with this granny bunâ he wiggles his eyebrows, seeing the little smile you try your damndest to push away
âTrueâŚbut I married you in spite of your granny statusâ that's a lie, in fact his love of gardening passed onto yourself so much it led to many a lazy day caring for his garden and your greenhouse...and yes he built you a greenhouse
âLiarâ he narrows his eyesÂ
You stick out your tongue, it's childish yet endearing to which he smirks, licking his lips
âYouâre lucky I canât resist your charms, ya knowâ you say smiling, pressing your lips to his clothed chest before laying down on it, eyes staring absentmindedly out the window
âI could say exactly the same bun. Although if I ever do resist them feel free to eat the entire garden out of spiteâ he offers, deciding you were a better view than the window
âNow that's real loveâ you half joke
He giggles with you
âI think the warm weather is over nowâ you say a little randomly
âWhat makes you say that?â he never takes his eyes off of you, there could have been a unicorn outsideâŚno if there was a unicorn he would totally look but Iâm sure you understand the sentiment
âThere's a robinâ you note and he smiles âDonât they say when you see a robin it means thereâs snow coming?â you ask yourself, needlessly expanding when heâs positive youâve told him this before, last year in fact, yet he doesnât tire of hearing it
âSnow in July huh?â he says a little teasingly âWe live in Wales bunny not ScotlandâÂ
âAnythingâs possible if you believe Remâ you maintain and he chuckles
âFair enough, if it snows any point this month I will do the dishes for the nextâ you giggle at that, especially he'd probably do the dishes anyway
"Got yourself a deal" you say still laughing
âYou know, we may need to change you to one of the bunnies in Disney moviesâ
âYeah? That mean no more bugs then?â you ask turning you head so your chin rests on his chest, tone almost hopeful even if you did grow to adore the name
âWell Iâll give you a choiceâ he poses and you nod swiftly âYou can keep bugs, or we can change it toâŚâ you eye him then, realising â...thumperâ he canât help but chuckle at the name and then laugh harder at your face
âNoâ you say lowly like a whisper, shaking your head so quickly you look like your malfunctioning âNope nopeâŚcall me bugs forever, I will never complain againâ
âWhatâs wrong with thumâŚthumperâ even he canât make it through that time, chuckle breaking the first attempt
âYou know full well what's wrong with it!â youâre laughing now too âJames and Sirius would have a field day!â you cuddle into him, vibrations of your chest matching his
âOh merlin theyâd never let you live it downâŚneither will I just so you knowâ
âBut youâre allowed toâ you lean up and kiss his cheek âThem, not so muchâŚyou think Lily would forgive me for eating their garden?â
âGiven the circumstances sheâd help youâ he chuckles remembering the time he found you and Lily napping in your greenhouse together as a doe and bunny like you really were the live action version of Bambi âWhat would Padâs punishment be?â
That seems to have you stumped, opening your mounth before pursing your lips in thought
âPads got this new dog bed for himself be a real shame if it went missingâ he tells you casually, smiling at your giddy reaction
âItâs a planâŚhypothetical plan...of course...for if that situation aroseâ you needlessly backtrack
âOf course bun, completely hypotheticalâÂ
You lean up and peck his lips before shifting back down again to lay on his chest, resuming your previous gaze but this time he sees your eyes fluttering a little, tiredness overcoming you once more
âSleepy?âÂ
You hum in response âGood morning night remâ you say cutely, cosying yourself into him deeper, his chest acting as your personal pillow
His heart felt like it could burst, not merely due to the cuteness of your goodnight but more from the accumulation of all little moments like this one hitting him at once
âGood morning night to you too bunnyâ he kisses your hair then lets his head settle back into the pillow, not to sleep though, but smile down at you for a bit, a decision forming in his mind
In all your years together, from the moment he happened to be partnered with you in herbology to now you had never pushed him, gentle nudges yes, but never forced him to go quicker than he was comfortable.Â
Everyone you both knew got married at 20 yet, despite having been together longer, you never said one mean word to him for waiting
He would never forget the look on your face when he did ask you though. The happy shock that painted your face at first, clearly not expecting it it the slightest, followed by the way you barely looked at the ring and instead launched yourself into his arms with a mantra of yesâ coming from your lips
You were always patient and knew how lucky he was to have found someone like you, someone who knew how he loved and knew that even if took him a little longer than others to make the next step, it didnât mean he loved you any less.Â
Maybe thatâs way he knew he was ready for the next one, the years unconditional love leading to him truly loving himself had all led to this. He was still scared, terrified even, but a good kind, the kind you get when you know it's going be the best decision you ever made