The Best Ass (Sirius Black)
excuse me I love Sirius Black and while this was probably supposed to be angsty or a little angsty, I chose not to make it. Sadness is for furnerals and the terrible world around us, so why not bring sunshine in when we can?
I literally sound like I’m eating a flower in that sentence above. Nice.
(this another one for @daphnegreengrass)
Request: Hi! As you asked, sending my request again 🙂 Loved the prompt list ❤ could you do a prompt with 6, 7, 19 and 109 with sirius x reader?
6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
7. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
19. “I wish I could hate you.”
109. “Don’t say you love me.”
“Oh my god! You’re in love with her!” Remus gapes, a cackle parting James’ lips as he watches his best friend turn bright red. “You didn’t even like her a week ago and now you’re practically begging to marry her!”
“I’m not begging to marry her,” Sirius mutters, sullen and sad and Peter pats his shoulder gently, his eyes kind when Sirius looks up at him.
“She’ll marry you, buddy, don’t give up,” Peter says, which leads to more laughter when Sirius shoves him away- James practically prone by now.
“This- is- the biggest- joke- I’ve ever heard,” he wheezes, grinning up at his closest friend. “You. Married.”
“Screw you guys, she’s obviously put some love spell on me or something,” he scowls, only to flush and nervously adjust his clothes.
Remus looks up and spots you, trailing after Dorcas with your hands clasped to your chest and a pleading expression on your face.
“Don’t say you love me, you just want me for my potions homework,” Dorcas scowls, glaring at you and you make a soft whining noise.
“I do love you! I love you and your potions homework!” You whine, slipping in front of her and pacing backwards until she stops. “I just happen to have admitted my love for you during asking for your potions homework.”
“You’re worse than Sirius.” She rolls her eyes and you can’t help scanning at the sound of his name.
Across the courtyard, he watches you and you lick your lips enticingly, watching him smirk and rise.
“So, will you help me?” You ask Dorcas, feeling Sirius get closer.
“Fine,” She says and you slip your arm into hers, leading her from the courtyard and back inside.
Remus watches you slip inside with Dorcas, Sirius slowing to a stop halfway across the courtyard.
You’re good, he’ll give you that, but what good are those tactics in the long run?
Sirius isn’t one to be tied down, he’s made that abundantly clear over the years, and while he’s sure Sirius thinks he’s in love, the reality probably isn’t so.
“She’s a menace,” James murmurs, his eyes glued to Sirius’s back, only to drop when the aforementioned turns around and pads back to them.
“It’ll pass, he’s done this before.”
“No, I don’t he’s done this before,” James counters cryptically, smiling widely at Sirius and poking fun at his poorly masked dejection.
“Who’s starving?” Peter asks and Remus smirks, eyeing the smallest of the group.
“You,” Sirius says and Peter scoffs softly, eyes darting enough to draw a chuckle from James who pushes to his feet.
“He’s not the only one, let’s go.”
“You’re dodging me,” Sirius whispers to you and you sigh, tilting your head toward him to catch his eyes.
“I’m not dodging you,” you counter, I’m dodging those eyes that make you wanna get naked.
Shifting your gaze, you return your focus to your dinner and try to ignore his presence.
“Y/N, c’mon,” he half pleads and the subtle ache in his voice has your hand slipping under the table and interlacing with his fingers. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
“God dammit.” You scowl at the food in front of you for a second before throwing your leg over the bench and scooting into Sirius’s space. “Sirius.”
“Y/N.” His eyes are bright and you can feel his palms on your thighs, warm and very large. This must be such a scene, another girl practically sitting in Sirius Blacks lap.
“You’re great, fantastic and very easy to care for. You’re a loveable guy and even though I wish I could hate you or be indifferent toward you, I can’t.” You eyeball him for a long moment, watching the slow dawning smile and the way his cheeks get all round and he suddenly looks so warm.
“Does that mean you’re my girlfriend now?”
“In what world? No, Sirius.” You skooch back and turn toward your plate. Your bread roll is gone. Across the table, Lily winks at you. “Get out of my sight, Black. And you.”
“You snooze you lose.” Lily shrugs and you scowl, turning your scathing glare on a still unmoved Sirius.
“How do I make you fall in love with me?”
“Sit still and look pretty.”
“Done, need more.”
“Don’t bug me.”
“Impossible, need more.”
“Help me with my transfiguration homework.”
“Easy, need more.”
“Get me a date with Snivellus.”
“Never,” he says and you laugh, leaning toward him rather than the heat of the fire before you.
“He’s so dreamy though! All that greasy hair and greasy skin and greasy…”
“That’s fair.” You nod, grinning at Sirius, “his greasy clothes are all I need, all I want, I just want him so bad.”
“You’re twisted,” Sirius says, beaming and pulling you against him until your back is pressed to his chest and his lips are brushing the crook of your neck. “I can’t get you a date with Snivellus, but I’m available.”
“You’re not even greasy,” you whine, laughing when he growls softly into your hair.
“Stop! No Snivellus talk in Gryffindor spaces!” James orders, tromping over and collapsing into the space between your legs so his back his pressed to your chest, making a cuddle train. Sirius half-heartedly shoves him but you sink your fingers into Potters dark curls claimingly.
“But all that slimy pale skin and bad attitude is such a turn on!” You laugh, starting on a braid and hissing when James turns to shoot you a droll look.
“You can get those things from Black, and there’s more important things to discuss anyway,” James says, twisting about until he spots Peter across the room. “Peter! Get over here and tell Sirius how you thought Y/N’s ass is subpar compared to Alices!”
“He what?” You gape in unison with Sirius, both of you twisting around with scowls on your face.
“Don’t be jealous, Y/N, we all have different points of beauty!” Marlene calls from the other side of the room, “Alice has her ass, I have my sparkling personality and you have… Well, I can’t think of anything!”
“Screw you,” you shout, unable to keep the shocked smile from your lips. “I’m a goddamned treasure and you know it.”
“Then Peter said that if he had to choose, Narcissa had the best ass in the entire school,” James continues, his expression gleeful and you’re gaping all over again. On one side of the room, Peter is bright red and stammering excuses, while on the other, Frank Longbottom is quietly glaring at Peter with the ferocity of a thousand suns.
Sirius pulls you back into his chest and sets his chin on your shoulder, James falling back with you. You can feel Sirius shaking his head when he says, “you’re a real piece of work, Potter.”
“A true Picasso,” James agrees, at peace in the chaos around him.
will do prequel or postquel for dis