#sirron

I HAVE ANOTHER OF UR ASKS ABOUT THISSS I SWEAR I'LL ANSWER IT SOON

this all takes place in an aged up au obvv x

Chess

@microficmay day 29 ‘thrall’, POV Challenge Sirius/Ron, 50 words, for @caitiespersonalhell

I can’t stand the way he watches me.

Like every glance makes his heart freeze. Like every touch makes his blood boil.

Always studying, calculating.

A chess match where only he knows the rules.

Our hands brush across the board. A shiver runs up his spine.

I feel it too.

The Little Lesbian Siren

For @marauders-rarepair-fics

Word count: 624

Pairings: Sirius Black/Ron Weasley(Age difference but Ron is in his 20s), unrequited ronarry, unrequited prongsfoot

************************************************************************ “You are not the only one who’s felt miserable because of something like this,” said Sirius as he dealt Ron his hand of cards. They were playing cribbage in Ron’s flat, and it was well past midnight. Sirius had came here with Harry, but Harry had decided to head to the cottage much earlier than usual.

The frown left Ron’s face, and he bit his lip. “Because of what?” “Something like your best friend marrying someone else, only made worse because you happen to enjoy the company of the person they are marrying.” Rom dropped his cards. Sirius had an odd—almost twisted—expression on his face.

“I’m not upset because of that! It’s great that Harry’s marrying someone he loves…” “But you wish you were the one he loves,” Sirius stated matter-of-factly. “I don’t—I would never I—you have no clue—!” Sirius raised the palm of his hand to Ron’s now blood-red face.

“I know you love him; I have been where you are now before. You will pretend to be happy for them, but you feel like your own heart is being forced down your throat when you see them together. I have been here before. James was my everything…then one day I wasn’t his; one day he loved her more. He wanted a house in a quiet village and a marriage and children, things I obviously would not have been able to give him even if he was attracted to men. I know how it feels,” he finished, and stroked Ron’s flushed cheek from across the table. Goosebumps erupted on his skin. Sirius was warm to the touch.

Somewhere in his chest, Ron felt like Sirius had pierced through him, though his heart and lungs and gooey insides. Found something dark and intimate in his core. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“What…why are you telling me this?” “Is it not clear? I do not want you to feel as alone as I did.” Sirius got off his chair and walked over to Ron briskly. He leaned down and rested his head on Ron’s shoulder. His long, dark hair sprawled over Ron.

He stilled for a moment, then brought his arms around Sirius, wrapping them around him. The cards lay on the table, forgotten. The room was dark, the only light source coming from the hearth, which had burned down to embers.

“What do we do now?” Sirius hummed at Ron’s question. “It will not be a fix to your problems, but I do have an idea that might make it feel less horrible.”

He pulled Ron out of the seat by his hand.

Ron gulped, but let Sirius lead him to the bedroom. Ron’s bedroom. Their feet click-clacked against the floor.

Sirius closed the door behind them, despite their not being anyone else in the flat.

Ron sat down on his bed, letting himself sink into the quilt and soft mattress beneath him.

Sirius turned towards him. Only now Ron got to truly admire his beauty, sharp cheekbones, and silver eyes, and wavy hair. Ron vaguely remembered being a teenager and finding it hard not to ogle when Sirius accompanied him, Harry and Hermione to go swimming. But even if he did not have those physical traits his presence would command a room. 

Sirius walked towards him, and something stirred in Ron’s stomach.

“You might not be able to have Harry, but you can have me. At least for tonight,” he said as he stood before him.

“Please,” Ron replied.

sirius to ron in my sirron unrequited prongsfoot/ronarry ficlet: