COULD YOU DO A SIRIUS X READER WHERE THE READER IS ACTUALLY FROM BELGIUM AND SIRIUS FANCIES HER SO TRIES TO IMPRESS HER WITH HIS ‘KNOWLEDGE ABOUT BELGIUM’ BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY REMUS WHO TOLD HIM EVERYTHING
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This was actually really fun to write, I hope that it’s equally fun to read haha. All mistakes are my own, I should probs find a beta tbh lads.
“Okay here (Y/N) comes! Act cool!”
Sirius Black, renowned ladykiller and established floozy, shuffled anxiously in his seat, hands flying up to fix his hair as you -his 'Belgian beauty’-came closer to take your seat at dinner, completely unaware of the utter carnage that was about to ensue just a few seats down.
“Pads are you sure you want to-” began a smirking James only to be cut off by his friend waving a dismissive and only slightly frantic hand in his face as he was aggressively shushed.
“Of course I’m sure!” Sirius hissed distractedly “They’re from Belgium right? So I’ve come fully stocked with some premium Belgium facts fresh from Remmie’s big 'ol brain.” His gaze drifts to your face, and his grey eyes set with steely determination.
“This will work.” He frowned and shot a scathing look at his werewolf friend “or at least it had better.”
Remus threw his hands up in defence “Hey, you asked for Belgium info, I supplied the goods.” He was obviously going for righteous indignation, but his demeanour was rather spoils by the devilish grin that graced his lips. “Just remember what I taught you and the rest is up to you mate, I wish you all the best luck” he and James shared a look that suggested that they thought luck might not cut it this time.
The other marauders had witnessed their friend charm his way effortlessly into the pants of most of Hogwarts, but never before had they seen him go to such lengths to try to impress a potential date. In truth they thought it was actually kinda sweet, it meant that their good 'ol pal was well and truly paws over tail for you. They just hoped that this wouldn’t end too badly…
Sirius coughed and leaned across the table to look at Prongs, his voice louder than necessary and sounding only mostly staged.
“So… James.. Did you know that Honeydukes has started selling Gondovia chocolate?” He glanced at you to see if you had heard him mention the famous Belgian brand, then kicked his friend under the table to stop his sniggers and force him to reply.
“Why no I didn’t know that Pads! How very interesting!” The amusement had not left James’ voice and it earned him another bruise to the shins. Worth it. Turning to you he delivered his next meticulously scripted line with great -if unconvincing- enthusiasm.
“Oh! (Y/N)! Arent you from Belgium? Did you know about this?”
Looking up with surprise you quirk an eyebrow at the grinning boy.
“What about it?”
“Honeydukes has it.”
“Good for them..?”
“Very good yes.”
Finding that Potter was raising more questions that he was answering, you turned your look of bewilderment onto Sirius.
“Is he okay?”
“Yes! Perfectly fine!” Replied a red faced and glowering Padfoot as he again kicked out at his friend under the table. “You know James, a real bloody simpleton sometimes.” He turned to face you fully, ignoring the protests of his offended bestie.
“Remus and I have been saying that it would probably be good for him to gain some independence. You know, like Belgium did in 1830 when it became an independent country”
Remus snorted in a rather undignified manner into his tea.
You barked a laugh, the absurdity of the statement outweighing the confusion it caused. “I guess so yeah, how did you know that?”
Smirking in a way that was surely intended to be seductive Sirius flipped his hair in a dramatic show of nonchalance “I am a very wise man I’ll have you know my dear. I know a lot of things.”
Thus ensued a long, and only slightly inaccurate retelling of the entire history of Belgium, curtesy of a very proud Mr Black.