Firewhiskey | Sirius Black
pairing: sirius black x reader
requested: so many times yes
summary: basically sirius admits his feelings for you by kissing you
warnings: mention of alcohol?
“I specifically asked no one to eat my kettle corn! God, you Slytherin esque buttheads” James yelled, sitting him and his loud mouth onto the grassy floor. everyone rolled their eyes in unison.
There you all sat, all four uncivilized marauders plus you and Lily, representing the eloquent faction. The forest floor was damp and distastefully squelchy.
“Sorry, but it was delicious, I don’t know if that consoles you though” Sirius replied, throwing the last piece into his mouth with a pompous shimmy.
“You’re not sorry, but it’s fine because I drank your fire whiskey” James said, turning away and spreading himself out dramatically on Lily. Sirius immediately stood up, feigning horror.
“You horrible, disastrous, virus like imposter, stealing my one true love” Sirius yelled in anguish, you snorted and got up from your decidedly too muddy spot on the grass.
“Well, we’ve finished the other bottle of fire whiskey so I’m going to bury it because funnily enough, i don’t particularly feel like getting into trouble this weekend” you sighed, picking up the scarily empty bottle, making your way out of the tangled web of drunk people. Sirius popped up from his spot on the ground.
“I shall join you lady, not only because no one should walk alone in this dark but because I have been betrayed by those I used to call loyal brothers.” he whimpered, wiping away his fake tears with a flourish. You laughed and walked into the woods, Sirius galloping to get to your side.
“why thank you good sir!” you grinned, bumping the side of his ridiculously, annoyingly, pretentiously muscled arm. He laughed in harmony and threw his arm over your shoulder.
“so, hows life been going? has Max been treating you well” he asked, his voice lilting weirdly at the finish.
“Actually Max and I are over” you replied, fidgeting obviously with your hair. Sirius looked at you and grinned, then tried to hide it, failing utterly and miserably.
“God, what a supreme shame” he sighed, and shrugged his shoulders. You snorted and moved out from his shoulder. You turned and stood hands on hips, as authoritative and commanding as you could be.
“Why do you always do that? never approve of anyone? it’s really fucking annoying” he turned pale and attempted to throw you off with an ostentatious eye roll.
“I mean it. It’s fucking patronizing.” you carried on, pushing him back lightly, trying to get a rise out of him.
He hesitated for a second, his face blanking as if deciding something of importance. You glared at him expectantly.
“I dunno, no need for the Spanish inquisition” he replied, starting forward into the darker part of the forest.
“Sirius, stop being aloof and maybe answer the fucking question”
“Geez don’t be a drama queen”
“It doesn’t matter” he shouted turning to you and pulling your arms off him. Upon seeing your infuriating glare decided it was best to perhaps answer the question if only to ditch your stupid frown.
“Okay, but promise you won’t be weird about it?“ He asked, running his skinny fingers through his pretty dark hair. He shuffled to and fro unenthusiastically.
"Spit it out! Jesus Christ” you said, feeling the urge to repeatedly bang your head into extremely sharp wood.
“Ugh, I really don’t want to” he said, most likely wanting to do the same thing as you.
“Fine, don’t tell me! be a dick!” You shouted exasperatedly, spinning around and marching back to the coven of wasted teenagers. Sirius muttered something to himself then ran after you. He caught your hand and spun you around. He didn’t say anything for a second like he was debating something in his head. Then his eyes turned hard with conviction and suddenly his lips were on yours and his hands were snaked around you. You sank into it, your protests dying wordlessly.
He pulled away suddenly, realizing what he’d done.
“Fuck” he whispered. You barely nodded before grabbing him and pulling him back to you.