Emma/Sirius -- Siremma

Harpies: Our characters getting into an argument

The vast star chart was spread in front of Narcissa, her very own personal baby name dictionary. She had been pouring over it half an hour. Even If she was no longer a Black, she was determined to carry on the family tradition. Emma was in the kitchen, doing… something. Narcissa still didn’t quite understand the appeal of cooking, so she was content to let Emma be. Emma must have been doing something right, because the smells wafting over were delicious. Finally Narcissa came across a constellation name that seemed perfect.  “I really like the name Carina,” she announced, looking up to gauge Emma’s reaction.

Emma’s head turned so fast Narcissa was surprised that she didn’t hurt herself. “I love that name,” Emma whined, a pout on her face. “It’s so perfect. I want it!”  She began to nod, an earnest look on her face, as though that would convince Narcissa.

 “I saw it first though Emma. And I’m the one who’s pregnant here,” Narcissa replied indignantly, gesturing towards her belly. Normally Narcissa didn’t like to argue with Emma, but there was no way she was going to give up this fight.  

“But princess, Carina Black sounds so much better than Carina Mckinnon,” Emma insisted. The two of there were staring at each other, as though looking away would mean losing. 

Narcissa knew they were being childish but she couldn’t help her reply, “No it doesn’t!” They probably would have carried on their silly argument if they weren’t interrupted by a loud clattering from the lounge.

Banshee: My character will mourn the death of yours

Sirius Black hadn't moved in days. He hadn't eaten, or slept. He hadn't talked or flinched one flimsy muscle. He just sat there on the cold wooden floorboards, peering up at his empty bed, only managing to fiddle with a small metal object between his hands. The boy didn't have any emotion -- he couldn't bring himself to, because he knew that if he let anybody or anything in, then he would completely break and let the flow of pain submerge him in darkness. His mind was as empty as the furniture sitting before him, the absence of any thought left the boy appearing as he wasn't even real.

One by one, his friends would enter the room and sit with him, trying to get any kind of reaction, but he always sent them away unsuccessful. At this moment, Lily Evans perched herself beside him, dropping her head against his shoulder, and remained silent. Unlike the others, Lily didn't even attempt to reassure him that everything would soon be okay, that his children will live a normal life, that heartache like this won't last forever. The red head just wanted him to not feel so lonely any more. It was hard for Sirius to come to terms of what had happened, the tragedy that left him as the mess he is, but it only made his hatred for the Dark Lord increase.

If it wasn't for his three children, he would want himself dead. Lifeless, like his wife had become. Cold and pale as she had laid on the pavement before Sirius had found her and cradled her within his arms. He didn't want to live a life without the one that he loved most. Absent-mindedly, he dropped the small metal object and watched it as it rolled across the room, and for the first time in a week, he stood and followed it. He stared at it as it fell against the floorboards, kneeling beside it and holding it dearly within his hands. The diamond stone glistened in the sunlight that was beaming through the room's window, the golden metal ring shining alongside it. Although it's beauty shone, he much preferred it on the finger of his wife, where it had belonged for many years before.

He collapsed against the wall as tears formed and fell from his eyes, splashing into their own puddles on the ground. He had finally broken himself. He had finally allowed himself to cry for his dearest loved one. Lily quickly made her way toward him, "Sirius.." she said quietly, before throwing her arms around him and holding him tight. He sobbed and shook, like a small child would when their balloon had flown away in the wind. "She's dead." was all that he managed to murmur.

I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple. 

"Good morning, Mrs Black."

Sirius whispered as his words were accompanied by a husky tone. He had never held anybody in the way that his wife fit within his arms, pulling her as close to him as possible. Sirius placed small kisses along her jawline, the soft texture of her skin sending a warm sensation through his body, which could only make him smile. He felt the beating of her heart sink through to his chest, it’s thumping heavy and fast due to her sudden awakening. He tensed the muscles in his arms, squeezing Emma as she moaned, only to leave a kiss upon her forehead. Sirius buried his face within her hair and inhaled the attractive smell of Lemons that constantly followed Emma. It was his favourite scent. 

The feeling of marriage made Sirius feel free, as it allowed him to truly express the love that had built inside of him. He always felt the need to be gentle with Emma, to let her do as she wanted just as long as he was allowed the same privileges. Relief flew through him as he realized that the boy could indulge himself immensely in what was now Emma Black — his wife. It only took a mere second for his wife to turn so she were facing him, her curvaceous body pressing against Sirius’ bare skin with a strong force, one that made him hesitate with a craving for more. The couple were wearing minimum clothing due to the adventures that they had taken the night before, something that made it easier for Sirius to gain access to the figure before him.

"Can you believe that we’re finally married?" He asked her as he scrunched his nose and rubbed it against Emma’s. The girlish laugh that left her mouth made him feel giddy, a positive reaction to the intimate couple that they have now become. "Finally, yeah. It took you a while. But I’m happy to say that you are now all mine." Emma replied, a seductive tone to her words which only complimented the matching suggestive smile. Sirius didn’t need to think twice for what he had to do next, as he absent-mindedly moved himself over the girl, his hands trailing against her skin until they found their place resting upon her ribcage. He flinched at the feeling of the elastic on his jocks being stretched, slowly fiddled at by the beauty laying across from him. A permanent smile was plastered upon his lips, as he arched his back and collided his mouth against Emma’s, kissing her passionately. "We can do this whenever we want, y’know? Being married let’s us do a lotta things." He managed to say when he pulled away for air. Sirius Black finally felt a love that he knew was real, after realizing that Emma was the girl who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 

Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

They were flicking through wedding magazines together, lying on Emma’s bed. There was a companionable silence, punctuated every now and then by one of the girls pointed out something they liked. It was Narcissa’s idea of a perfect afternoon.  There was just one thing that had been weighing on her mind. She folded her magazine shut and looked over at her friend.

“Hey Em.”

“Hmm,” Emma replied, not looking away from her study of different hairstyles.

“I’m really happy you’re marrying Amycus, you know that right?”

“Of course you are. You get to be a bridesmaid.”

“And you know I’m excited for that. But is it bad that I still wish you were marrying Sirius? That way we could be like… like actual sisters.”

Emma finally put down her magazine and looked back at Narcissa, a sad smile on her face. “Sirius isn’t your brother.”

The familiarity of the Slytherin's fingers intertwined with Sirius's left an accustomed mark, his whisper pulling away from Emma's ear. As his hand tangled within the girls, his mind surely followed, losing itself within the different emotions and thoughts that were tearing him apart inside. A slight tug was all that he needed for her to follow him, as he took her on a journey through the corridors of the Castle toward the seventh floor. The boy needed a distraction to take him away from the pain that settled in his heart, and although hurting somebody like Emma was the last thing he wanted to do, he knew that she would be the perfect candidate. After hearing those three words leave the girl's mouth, Sirius fell into a pit of confusion. He loved her, he always would, but it was always uncertain whether it was the same context as what Emma's heartfelt words really meant. He peeked behind his shoulder, a small smirk playing upon his lips.