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dietcokedaydream · 3 days ago

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May I Have This Dance?

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Reader (no use of Y/N) is in denial about the possibility that she's pregnant, and Sirius, ever the incredible (yet teasing) partner, is there to help her through it.

Warnings: discussion of periods/pregnancy, mention of pee, mention of the war. It's mentioned once that the reader is a Gryffindor. Let me know if I missed anything!

Notes: Yes, I did borrow the ending from Friends. No, I'm not sorry. I had fun writing this one. I might make this part of a series, I don't know. Enjoy!

Kneeling on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, you can’t help but let out a groan as the front door of your flat swings open, the rattle of keys hitting the table telling you your boyfriend has just returned from the store.

“Love? Where are you? I got us some of those freaky pointy tropical fruits to try- they cost an arm and a leg, but I figured-” Sirius stops short when he sees you in the bathroom, flushing the toilet and pushing to your feet.

“Were you sick again?” he asks, concern evident in his expression, the overflowing paper bags forgotten on the counter as he scans your face for any sign of distress.

The answer, of course, was yes. You have been throwing up randomly for a little over a week now. Sirius has insisted you see a healer, and you have insisted it’s just stress, leading to a number of arguments between the two of you.

“It’s nothing, I promise,” you say, rinsing your mouth at the sink and joining him in the kitchen, placing a kiss on his cheek before starting to unpack the bags.

“It’s not nothing, that’s, what, the fourth time this week? And it’s only Wednesday,” Sirius says, gently pushing your hands away from the groceries, grabbing your shoulders, and looking into your eyes.

You let out a sigh, rubbing your face. You had an idea what might be causing it; your period was late. Originally, you wrote it off as a side effect of the emotional and physical pressure you were under fighting for the order. But now, with the nausea, and still no period, well. It wasn’t looking good.

Of course, you haven’t brought this up to Sirius yet. What great timing would that be? ‘Hey, I know we and all of our loved ones are kind of busy fighting a war against a genocidal maniac, but do you think you could help me put together this glider?’

You are torn away from your thoughts when Sirius says something, pulling your hands down from your face.

“What?” you ask, looking at him again, earning a chuckle and that award-winning crooked grin you fell in love with back in school.

“Do you think you should take a test?” Sirius asks again.

“A test?” you ask “Like-”

“Like a pregnancy test. You know, it’s a stick, you pee on it…”

You let out a laugh, though it sounds more forced than you intend, turning back to unpack the groceries, placing the odd fruit Sirius had bought in the bowl on the kitchen table.

“I’m not pregnant,” you say, more like you are telling yourself than Sirius “that would be-” You shake your head, unable to finish your thought “I’m not pregnant.”

Sirius leans against the counter, watching you continue to unpack the groceries with an amused smirk on his face. “And what makes you so sure?”

“Because, I’m not,” I say, matter of factly, continuing to unpack the bags.

“Well then, what could a test hurt, eh? Just to confirm what you already know if nothing else.” Sirius says, still looking infuriatingly handsome while he watches you anxiously move about the kitchen.

“I don’t want to go to the drugstore just to-”

“Ah ah,” Sirius cuts you off, tapping the nearly-empty bag ��I’m one step ahead of you” he reaches in and retrieves a blue box, holding it out in front of him.

You stand there for a moment, looking between him and the box a few times before saying a petulant “nu uh” and folding the empty paper bags, carrying them to the basket by the fireplace.

Sirius, never one to be deterred, follows you to the living room with a small chuckle “Love, c’mon, you’re sick, you’re late-”

“How do you know I’m late?” You say, turning around with a furrow in your brow and a sharpness in your tone that Sirius knows is only due to nerves.

“Oh, come on, I’ve been friends with Moony for nine years, I’ve learned to track all kinds of cycles” he tries to joke, but when you don’t laugh, he steps forward, discarding the box on the coffee table, and cups your face in both hands.

“Darling, we have to know if you are.” He says softly.

“I don’t want to know” you answer, voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius chuckles “Well, that’s a hell of a thing to want to be in the dark about”

You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment, before saying “If I am, everything will change, and I like our life. I like us, and this apartment, and- merlin, and we have enough to worry about already right now, we don’t need-”

Sirius shakes his head, cutting off your rambling. “We’re never going to change,” he says softly “You’re stuck with me, regardless. And I rather like this apartment too, you know. I doubt an infant will take up so much space we have to upgrade from a two-bedroom flat to a villa in the country.” Sirius says, his tone somehow both comforting and teasing as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Don’t you want kids?” he asks.

“You know I do, I just always figured it would be after the war, when we were older and ready, and it was the right time.”

“We don’t tend to go the traditional route though, now do we?” Sirius asked with a grin, though his expression had a soft quality to it now. “I would be so bloody excited to have a kid with you, regardless of the timing. And maybe this is a false alarm, and we will get to wait until the perfect time, but please, love, just take the test,” he says, all while rubbing gentle circles on your cheek with his thumb.

Staring into his grey eyes, you find yourself nodding. “Alright. Fine,” you turn and grab the box from the table, heading straight for the bathroom, surprised when you turn to close the door to see Sirius walking in behind you, sitting on the edge of the tub, looking up at you with kind and expectant eyes.

With a chuckle, you lean against the sink. “Are you seriously going to watch me pee?”

Without a trace of humor, Sirius nods, his expression still soft and affectionate. You laugh lightly again, rolling your eyes as you open the box and read the instructions, trying hard not to focus on the way your hands are shaking.

Just like he said, Sirius sits on the tub the whole time, and once you have washed your hands and set the test face-down on the edge of the sink, you sit next to him, bouncing your leg anxiously and chewing on your thumbnail.

“How long do we wait?” Sirius asks.

“Three minutes” you answer, still staring blankly at the little stick sitting on the white countertop.

“Perfect,” Sirius says, standing and grabbing your arm to drag you up with him, out to the living room.

“What on earth are you doing?” you ask through a surprised chuckle as Sirius leaves your side to drop the needle on the record player, not even bothering to check what it was the two of you had left on the turntable last night before bed.

“Three minutes, the perfect amount of time for a dance,” he says, grabbing your hand and taking a dramatic bow as the static from the vinyl fades into the first notes of “Can’t Help Falling In Love,” making you laugh despite yourself as Sirius cringes.

“You and your bloody Elvis” Sirius mumbles, no true ire in his voice, before he kisses your knuckles, looking up into your eyes. “May I have this dance?”

You nod, still laughing softly as Sirius stands back to his full height, pulling you against his chest as he sways the two of you back and forth slowly to the music. After a few seconds, you fully relax into him, nearly forgetting about the test developing one room over. Sirius hums along to the music, the vibrations rumbling against your cheek as you close your eyes and allow yourself to get lost in him.

When the song fades out, there is a moment of silence, the two of you just swaying gently in the living room before the next track- Rock-A-Hula Baby- starts, causing the both of you to erupt into a fit of laughter, your face buried into Sirius’s black t-shirt while the two of you crack up.

When the laughter dies down, Sirius gently grips your chin and tilts your head up. “It’s been three minutes,” he says softly.

“I know,” you say just as quietly.

When you don’t move, Sirius chuckles, kissing your forehead before letting go and walking to the bathroom, you following behind him, the two of you stopping and looking down at the little, pathetic plastic stick sitting on the sink, waiting to be flipped over, capable of changing your lives entirely in a millisecond.

You look up at Sirius for a moment. “I love you, more than anything, no matter what,” you say, anxiety evident in your tone.

Sirius chuckles, smiling at you and kissing your forehead again, and when he speaks, there is a quiver in it that is distinctly uncharacteristic. “I love you too. So so much, always.”

“Alright,” you nod, looking down at the test and taking a deep breath, poising to flip it before shaking your head, “Nope, you’ve gotta do it,” you say, taking a step back.

Sirius chuckles, shaking his head “So much for Gryffindor bravery” he teases as he flips the test, eyes flicking from the test to your eyes and back to the test a few times before you finally exclaim “Well?!”

“It’s uh- it’s negative,” Sirius says with a shrug, infuriatingly nonchalant.

“What? Neg- are you serious?”

“Always” he replies with a grin, wincing away exaggeratedly as you make to slap his upper arm “Yes, yes, it’s negative,” he says, rubbing his shoulder where you had landed a smack.

“Well, that’s… that’s good then, isn’t it?” you say, sitting on the edge of the tub, looking at the pattern of the tile on the floor. “I mean, a war isn’t a time to be having a baby anyway, and we’re still so young…” you say, knowing the words are true. But if it wasn’t the right time, why were you so sad to hear the test was negative? One of your hands involuntarily finds its way to your stomach before you look up at Sirius again, asking “Negative? Really?”

“No, it’s positive,” he says, a grin playing at his lips- the one he wears after a particularly good prank.

“What? Are you sure?” you shoot to your feet, reaching for the test which he holds out readily “Well, yeah, I lied before,” he says with a chuckle, earning another smack on the arm as you look at the test in your hands, displaying a very prominent plus sign.

One of your hands flies up to cover your mouth, happy tears pricking your eyes as you look up at him “We’re going to have a baby?”

Sirius nods, his mischievous grin fully replaced by a smile of pure elation “We’re going to have a baby,” he confirms, catching you with a huff as you throw your arms around him and pull him into a bone-crushing hug.

Maybe this will be alright after all.

#sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black fluff #dad!sirius #marauders #marauders one shot #marauders imagine #yes that is from that one scene in friends #elvis slander

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dietcokedaydream · 3 days ago

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He's an Idiot (RJL)

Bsf!Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Reader leaves a party crying, finds Remus in the astronomy tower, yadayada.

Warnings: drinking and smoking, nothing else (I don't think?)

Notes: This is my first time writing anything like this, and I am trying to get back into my creative groove, so any tips, comments, and compliments are welcome! (please be kind I am sensitive)

The noise of the party fades as Y/N moves farther from the party. Tears streak her face, despite vain attempts to hold them off. This was meant to be a good night; Gryffindor had won against Slytherin in that day’s match, with shining performances from James and Sirius.

They were among her best friends. Nothing should have overshadowed the joy she was feeling for them and their victory. Yet here she was, walking through the cool empty school corridors, crying over a boy.

Rationally, she knew she had no reason to be upset; she and Davey had broken up weeks ago, and she was happy they had. She didn’t love him. Her eyes had been on a certain lycanthrope for years—a lycanthrope who, inconveniently enough, happened to be her best friend.

Remus Lupin, the perfect enigma; hilarious yet reserved, intimidating yet kind, hulking and scarred but beautiful in a way that reminded her of the beach at night. Y/N knew that it was unfair to date Davey when her heart was elsewhere, so when he broke it off with her, it came as a sort of relief.

But tonight, seeing him kissing Emmeline Vance in the middle of the dance floor, made something inside her ache. Not for Davey, per se, but for herself. He had moved on, he was having fun, and she was left searching for a grandpa sweater in a sea of t-shirts, looking like the pathetic disaster she was. Even the boy she had dated only to distract her from Remus didn’t care about her.

Bullets have left guns slower she thought to herself as she wandered through the halls, not even thinking of the possibility of Filch catching her. No detention could be worse than this feeling. This loneliness, this feeling of complete disregard.

She meanders up towards the astronomy tower, only half aware of where her feet are taking her as her mind races. Feelings of embarrassment and self-loathing are swirling loudly in her head as she climbs to the top of the tower, a place she always finds some peace.

Reaching the top of the stairs, she freezes. Sitting with his back to her is the one person she has wanted to see all night; the one person she can’t talk to about any of this. A mop of sandy brown curls shining in the starlight, the smoke of his cigarette swirling in the air above his head like a halo.

Before she can think of something to say, or move to retreat down the stairs, he turns to look over his shoulder, his signature crooked smile greeting her, taking the breath from her chest. Some things never change.

“Hey,” she manages quietly, wiping the tears from her cheeks and hoping he doesn’t notice her red, glassy eyes as she moves to sit next to him. This isn’t abnormal, finding him up here at a late hour, yet for some reason, it hadn’t even crossed her mind as she ran from the party.

As she sits next to him, she looks up out the window instead of at his face, the cool air of the night soothing her rosy cheeks. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she hears Remus break the silence.

“You alright?”

Damn him for knowing me so well, she thinks.

“Fine, yeah” she answers, not opening her eyes. One look into the depths of his warm brown irises and surely she would be a disaster all over again.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he says with a slight smile in his voice before taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Why are you up here?” she asks, mustering the courage to look at the side of his face, his focus back on the stars.

“Wanted some quiet,” he answers simply “Sirius and Mary claimed the dorm for the evening, and the common room was a bit too cramped for my liking.” He ashes his cigarette, and Y/N’s gaze travels to his long fingers for a moment before he continues.

“So why were you crying?”

“I wasn’t” she replies quickly, earning a raised brow from Remus. Of course, he could call her bluff. She lets out a sigh, looking back out the window. Maybe a half-truth wouldn’t kill her.

“Davey was at the party,” she says, eyes trained on the sky “with his tongue halfway down Emmeline’s throat”

“Idiot,” Remus says simply, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Excuse me?” Y/N says, turning to look at him, a trace of offense on her face, making Remus jump to clarify.

“Not you, him,” he says quickly, a trace of panic in his tone. “He’s an idiot for- well, if he could have you, why would he even look at anyone else?”

Y/N huffs out a humorless laugh.

“He can’t have me, not really. If he wants to be with someone else, he should be,” she says, looking at her hands in her lap.

“So what’s the problem?” he asks, his brow furrowed in question.

“I just… I guess I really don’t know. Watching him like that, watching them like that, it made me feel sort of… left behind, in a way. He liked me more than I liked him, and he’s already moved on, while I’m just… alone again.”

“You seemed so relieved when you broke up,” Remus says, softly. He had had a bit to drink before leaving the party, and his Welsh accent was all the stronger for it. Damn that voice, Y/N thinks.

“I was. I didn’t like dragging him along like that, not when I knew I liked-” she catches herself, clearing her throat before finishing “well, not him.”

Remus hums, finishing his cigarette before lighting another. They sit like that for a moment, quietly looking at the sky side by side, close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other’s bodies in the cool night air.

Y/N breaks the silence after a moment, nodding to the cigarette between his fingers. “Those things can kill you, you know,” she says, a hint of teasing in her voice.

Remus chuckles “You worry too much”

Before she can think, the words leave her mouth “Only about you.”

A blush creeps up her neck despite the chilly breeze, and she snaps her head forward again, looking with comical focus at the north star. She can feel Remus’s eyes on her, studying her face, and she can’t make herself turn to look back until his hand grabs her chin and turns her to face him.

“Remus, please-” she starts, “I didn’t mean it like-”

“Like you care about me?” he says, his tone teasing, but his eyes sincere.

Her voice is quiet “Well, obviously, I care about you.”

“I know,” he says, his voice still a bit teasing “and I meant it when I said Davey is an idiot. Even having part of you is better than nothing.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I know.”

They sit there like that for a moment, looking at each other in the blue moonlight, staring into each other’s eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” Remus says softly, barely above a whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I don’t think I tell you that enough”

A small smile plays at her lips. “So are you,” she says, matching his tone. Some force compels her to raise a shaky hand to cup his cheek, slowly as if she is going to shatter the moment; like the moment she touches him he will realize it is all a mistake and snap out of it and leave. But as her palm rests against the line of his jaw, and her thumb traces the silver line of his scars, he doesn’t move away.

As a matter of fact, he moves closer, his lips meeting hers in a kiss. Gentle, tender, and absolutely perfect. He tastes of cheap liquor and cigarettes and something sweet, something distinctly Remus. Y/N lets her eyes flutter shut, leaning into the kiss for a few minutes until Remus pulls back, looking into her eyes with blown-out pupils and a dopey smile she counts herself privileged to witness.

“Yeah, he’s a fucking idiot” Remus mumbles before pulling her in for another kiss, and Y/N finds herself unable to even remember who the other ‘he’ could be.

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