A Damsel In Distress
Marauders Era Sirius x Reader
“So y’know how you’re in love with Y/N and you want to bear her children?” James said.
“Shut your bloody gob, James!” Sirius snapped at him, looking around the Gryffindor common room to see if anyone had heard.
“Afraid she’ll hear?”
“Yeah, I am, actually. She’s my best friend and doesn’t think of me that way, so keep your bleeding mouth shut so I don’t lose her.”
“I thought I was your best friend?” James asked, offended.
“You just said she was!”
“She is! You both are,” Sirius responded, exasperated.
“I don’t think you understand what ‘best’ means, mate,” James said.
“Yeah, I’ve always felt that ‘best’ had a definite singularity to it,” Remus chimed in.
“You can go hours without speaking and yet never miss an opportunity to bust my bollocks, Remus. Thank you so much for caring,” Sirius said sarcastically.