♫Technicolour Beat- Oh Wonder// Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader
A/N: This is just something I thought of while listening to this song, and I hope you enjoy it!#
She set him free in an unbelievable way; her carelessness was contagious, filling the air with every word she spoke. She was the light breeze that pushed the brooding clouds away from the sun, allowing the warm light to enliven his life.
She saw the buried tragedies, casting them aside with a touch of her fingertips, allowing him to glow the way he was meant to.
Sunrises meant nothing until he learned the admiration she had for them, until the 5 am light caressed her face as she closed her eyes and smiled at the sky, her cheeks flushed with the peacefulness.
“Get up, get up, get up” Y/N nudged him repeatedly.
“You’re making the bed shake for all the wrong reasons” he groaned, pulling a pillow over his head.
“Wake uuuuuup!” she whined, tugging at his nightshirt.
His response was less than satisfying, as he mumbled “No thanks”.
Minutes later he was grouchily following her to the front of the castle, running a hand through his messy dark hair, eyes half closed.
The cold air woke him as he looked around, disoriented.
“It’s still dark! Are you bloody insane?!”
She smiled at him and pointed straight ahead “Look”.
She looked at him like a happy child, anticipating his reaction.
“What am I looking at?” he asked, as the sun began peeking through the tree branches and a soft breeze blew.
Her smile was infectious. He smirked, watching his best friend’s grin as the sun rose and grazed her face and her (y/e/c) eyes closed gently, facing the orb of light rising in front of them.
He didn’t have a favourite colour until he’d learned hers was yellow. After that day, he’d be perfectly happy living in a fully yellow house, surrounded by sunflowers.
“Y/N it’s your turn to ask Sirius” Lily pointed out.
“Please no, I’m terrible at coming up with questions. And dares.” she groaned.
“Don’t ruin the game now” he winked, smiling at her frustration.
“Fine. Truth or dare?” she mumbled, frowning at her friends.
“Dare” he said unsurprisingly.
She racked her brain for one until she finally gave up: “I dare you to tell us all your favourite colour” she said folding her hands across her chest and lifting her head up proudly.
“That’s possibly the worst dare I’ve heard since I’ve first played this game.” an unamused expression graced his face.
“You scared?” Y/N joked, smirking at him.
“I don’t have a favourite colour.” he said matter-of-factly, a sigh escaping his lips. “What’s yours then?” he looked at her, waiting for a response.
“Yellow” she happily said, her eyes crinkling with the smile lighting up her face.
“Let’s just say mine’s yellow too” her warm presence made him feel at peace with everything, and now the colour yellow did too.
Books were just words on paper until she’d read him to sleep one night and made them come alive and flutter through the air, embracing him softly through the sound of her voice.
He saw her familiar silhouette sitting on the couch in the common room, illuminated by the light from the roaring fireplace, her nose in a book.
“Why are you up?” he asked, jumping over the back of the couch and landing at her feet.
She didn’t look up, clearly captivated by the inked words in her hands “Why are you?” she mumbled distractedly.
“Couldn’t sleep” he said with a sigh, throwing his feet onto the couch right next to hers. She looked up from her text, closing it,never moving her index finger off the page: “How come?”