#Sirius black x desi!fem!reader

[heaven4lostgirls]

can you please do one with Indian reader and Indian James waltzing on main agar kahoon?? They're bestfriends who Love eachother romantically and kinda steamy and while they are dancing everyone is just looking at them in aw

main agar kahoon

indian!james potter x indian!fem!reader word count: 762

a/n: ty for this request i rlly enjoyed writing this, i love giving representation to our desi girls

James Potter was well known in the desi wizarding community not only because of the wealth that the Potters had maintained throughout the wizarding ages but also because he was one of the most sought-after bachelors by the Indian mothers in Britain however only one girl ever captured his eyes. James had known you since your family moved next to his family when he was only 3 years old. Ever since you both had become fast friends, bonding over your shared heritage and constantly never having anyone around your ages at family functions and prayers you attended.

This year you had both attended the Potter’s annual ball they held, and upon Aunty Effie’s insistence it was going to be a cultural ball which meant you and James had both shown up together in ethnic wear. Showing up in a blue lehenga you stood out amongst most of your friends and in James’ eyes you stood out in front of everyone, he could never really wrap his head around the idea that you truly were his girl. James wore, in your opinion, an extremely well fitted black kurta which showed his assets off well.

You arrived with your parents and once they left to say hi to everyone they hadn’t seen since the last ball you made your way to your boyfriend and his friends who were dressed in more modern clothes such as tuxes and dresses. James’ eyes basically resembled hearts as you walked up to him and before you could reach them, he had bent down to press a kiss on your cheek. Saying hello to all of your friends they all complimented your outfit and makeup whilst James stood off smiling happy to show you off to both of your friends.

As Euphemia and Fleamont welcomed everyone to the ball they announced that the family would soon open with a waltz which was an annual tradition. You were always excited to participate ever since you and James first met, normally it would only be Euphemia and Fleamont dancing with little James standing in the middle of them, however since James had met you, he would continuously invite you to dance and you two would twirl and sway in the middle while Effie and Monty danced around you two. That changed after Sirius and Regulus ran away, you would normally slow dance with Reg while James and Sirius swayed in the middle looking like idiots, but you knew they wouldn’t have it any other way. Slowly as years passed the ballroom grew bigger for everyone to fit.

This year was no different as it would now be Effie and Monty, you and James, Sirius and Remus and Regulus and Barty. The opening chords of the song started and you and James both excitedly looked at each other, you had both watched Om Shanti Om more times than you could count, and you could not wait to dance to the song.

James slowly led you to the dance floor and you both took your positions as you waited for the song to start. James gazed into your eyes as the song started and you both floated effortlessly around one another, twirly in synchronised harmony and steps in perfect time all without looking away from each other. Soon sounds in the background had faded away and it was only you and James in the moment as he mouthed the words to you.

Out of the corner of your eye you had seen some of the family step off of the dance floor to watch you and James and some part of you wanted to stop dancing completely out of embarrassment however almost as if James knew what you were thinking he moved his hand from your shoulder to your chin to make you look at him, his blinding smile alone had quelled any anxiety bubbling in your chest. As the song picked up again you both continued to dance whilst hearing your friends softly cheering you both on any time you passed them, you were sure your feet were going to hurt after this but in the moment all you could see was the sun, its beautiful rays basking you in sunlight and warmth.

As you felt the song ending, James and you slowed down before he twirled and dipped you as the big finale before ending it with a kiss. You could hear claps and cheers around the both of you before you both pulled away to look at your friends and family who looked so softly at the both of you.

[sirisuorionblack]

The Sangeet

Sirius Black x desi!fem!Reader

Summary - Sirius was more than happy to hear your “yes” to his proposal and you were more than happy when he said for the marriage to be in an Indian style.

Warnings - Cursing, one slur word the purebloods use. Please let me know if I've left out anything!

A/N Requested by @siriuslyjanhvi. Okkkkkaaayyyy!!! So, I've never been to a sangeet and I'm not entirely educated about its proceedings so I've kinda omitted the actual part but this part has more of an insight into the reader and Sirius' relationship development. This is also my return gift @messers-moony-lupin for my birthday! So, yes! Have a happy read!

Prev part - Engagement

Sirius knew time was a fragile thing. A beautiful woman who knew her worth, who if you didn't care for would disappear in the blink of your eyes. A thief who knew when the target was worthless to be robbed off. Time was something precious and never a thing Sirius cared for much but that night, a week before your marriage, he had laid awake with you curled against his chest, his mind reeling with memories of your beautiful time together.

The first time Sirius saw you was when you were just a little girl, brimming with anxiousness and responsibilities on your small shoulders. He was told to despise you and your “kind”. Mudbloods. His mother had seethed in his ears, pulling him away from you as he had stared at you with utmost curiosity masked into one of utter emotionlessness.

And he had watched you. Hidden amongst the shadows and beneath his best friend’s invisibility cloak. Oftentimes, he stared at you in the great hall without anything to cover him. He never grew tired of your elegance, the twinkle in your eyes and the scrunch of your nose and he never would.

The first time Sirius spoke to you was when the two of you were thirteen. He had grown different but you didn't. His hair turned longer and unruly, but yours stayed in the same braid resting against your shoulder. His fingers adorned multiple rings but yours held the simple old one on your middle finger. His wrists graced multiple bands but there was only the thin gold bracelet on yours and Sirius wondered if anything was wrong. The questions remained answerless till years came by.

You had spoken to him first. No, yelled at him. It was foolish of Sirius but he had tugged at your braid while he sat behind you in your Potions class. You had turned around and glared at him and Sirius didn't know what he felt. A part of him was crushed by the way your eyes filled with rage and the other half wished to see that look on your face over and over again. It was raw and it made your eyes shine in the dim light of the potions classroom. And he acted on the foolish part, teasing you till you had had enough.

Sirius would never forget the time he had asked you out. It was the most magical day of his life. A start to something new, something beautiful. He had asked you to Hogsmeade in your fifth year, a few weeks after the winter break. Just after he had hoped you had created a sort of gentle acquaintance compared to the wild yelling match before the break and he had never been happier to start a little conversation and watch you smile instead of glaring at him.

Nor would he forget the time he had blurted out a proposal. The two of you had sat atop the Potter’s manor in your sixth year, your legs swinging over the edge as the moon shone down at you. You had looked absolutely ethereal and he had no control over his words.

“Marry me,” He had said, the words filling horror in his mind as it slipped out and you froze mid-speech.

“I-uhm,” Sirius had cleared his throat and looked away from you as his eyes settled on the vast garden beneath his legs, his mind devising plans to save his embarrassed arse.

“You want me to marry you?” You had asked, sounding so utterly tiny.

Sirius had sighed and nervously held your hand. “Perhaps. If you want to. Sometimes after school. Maybe when we get a home together."

You had pressed your forehead to his and whispered, “But I'm moody in the mornings.”

He chuckled, pressing his lips to yours, “I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m really a handful.”

“I have two hands.”

“I get clingy sometimes.”

“I’ll cuddle you till you’ve had enough.”

“I'm really emotional.”

“We can cry together.”

“I get really insecure.”

He had pressed a kiss to your forehead, tears pricking at his eyes, “Then I’ll tell you how much I love you and how beautiful you are till my last breath.”

Sirius remembered the look in your eyes, filled with tears and love, and he felt the press of your hand against his chest even now as he lay in his bed with you in his arms, a few days to your marriage.

It was all like a dream so unbelievable that he wished to live those moments again just to feel it truly and not wonder how illusory they were. He wanted to press his lips to yours like he had the first time. He wanted to hold you in his arms again as you cried into his shoulder with a ring on your finger. He wanted to see your beautiful smile as your eyes traced your henna. He wanted time to bow to him.

Before Sirius knew it, the sun rose in its fiery form, glaring at him to wake him up. Sometimes nature was insufferable. He tried to turn around on the bed and only then did he feel the ease of his movements and the cold of his surroundings. Sirius shot up, swinging his arms wildly as he struggled to adjust to the sudden sunlight.

“Hey, hey,” You pressed your lips to his and Sirius sighed out of relief into the kiss as his arms slowly wound around your waist. If he could he would have stayed like that till his hair turned grey and he struggled for his last breath.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against his and he marvelled at the warmth that flooded through him, wave after wave, drowning him in pleasant warmth that constricted his throat with tears. Merlin, Sirius was emotional these days.

“You look so beautiful,” Sirius whispered as he twisted a strand of stray hair. The sunlight shining through the windows caught your eyes turning them a warm shade of brown, the colour of coffee beans.

You let out a slow, ragged breath. “It's sangeet tonight.”

“You got your dress ready?" He asked.

Sirius chuckled as you sighed and crawled into his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck, “If I get my dress right, the decorations are going to be bad and if I get the decorations right, some arsehole will create a drama in the middle of the function.”

“Alright,” Sirius leaned against the headboard and rested his hand against your cheek, “Promise me that you won't allow anything, and I mean, anything to ruin your day, yes?" You nodded. "This is for us, darling. It doesn't matter if someone is going to start a drama, we are going to laugh about it while it goes on. Trust me.” He placed a long kiss on your forehead.

Resting your ear against his chest, you said, “I hope you have your dance moves, right. If anything that's the thing I am going to laugh about.”

“Oh, excuse you, darling, I have such wonderful moves.” He waved a dismissive hand in the air.

“Sure, sure,” You lifted your head up to look at him, “Are James and Remus going to dance too?”

“We’ve all been practising. Even Reggie,” Sirius laughed at the utter surprise clouding your eyes.

“Even Reggie?” you gasped. “The poor boy.”

“Poor boy?! That's the least he could do for his brother’s…wedding dance party.”

“Sangeet.”

“Right. That.” Sirius pulled you against his chest and buried his nose into your hair, the rusty fragrance of something herbal invading his senses.

“The door is unlocked and nobody here knows the word privacy,” you mumbled into his chest.

Sirius kissed the dip of your collarbone and slowly moved up to your jaw. “Then it's only fair that they see the consequences, isn't it?’

“No,” You giggled, pulling away and placing a lingering kiss on his lips. “Please go take a shower and brush your teeth. You stink.”

“How lovely, dear wife,” Sirius snorted but complied, reluctantly.

“Not yet,” you said, flopping on the bed, “We have three more days for that.”

“Seventy long hours,” he sulked, shoving a toothbrush into his mouth.

"Seventy-two," you corrected.

Sirius scowled, "Whatever. Can't we just get married right now and directly skip to the night?”

“Not if you speak with your mouth full of toothpaste, no.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and silently finished the argument with the heavy presence of his middle finger only for you to laugh, heartily.

At the end of the day, Sirius understood your nervousness. He was not afraid that he would mess up his moves. He was actually rather confident that he would not and even if he did, the worst thing that might happen would be for you to have a stomach ache from all the laughing.

Yet, he was worried. Perhaps, it's the general notion of a big day but he vowed to himself that he would make this day the best for you and he was almost certain he could keep that up when he stared at himself in the mirror in your room.

Your parents had been kind enough to allow him to wear a suit for tonight but he would be wearing your traditional dress - that you had been so keen on hiding from him - for the wedding.

Sirius adjusted the collar of his white dress shirt as the tiny stones on his coat gleamed in the light. So, that was the surprise. You had been so excited to show him his outfit and now he could see why. His blue coat was neatly pressed and studded with several tiny stones that lined in a messy pattern on either side of his arm like the stars that slowly peaked out through the sunsetting sky. Underneath, his waistcoat had been exquisitely designed with several frills and a chill reminder of Orion Black passed through him.

“Oh goodness me,” You stared at him with wide eyes and parted lips. Was that how Sirius looked when he saw you?

“You look so-” You breathed, your eyes never straying away from him and he used your moment of fascination to admire the dress you wore. You graced a beautiful deep blue lehenga, simple in the intricate designs of the stones that, like his, spread in an uneven pattern over your blouse. It was a simple one, unlike the grand pink lehenga you wore at the engagement.

“So utterly ravishing? Like the definition of beauty? The king of gods?” Sirius suggested, returning to pin his hair in a loose bun.

“Oh, shut up,” you rolled your eyes as you crossed to the length of the room to stand before him, “But you are handsome tonight.”

“Just tonight?” He asked, feigning hurt.

You glared at him.

Sirius chuckled. “You look so beautiful too,” he said, and pinched the tip of your nose, “Tonight.”

“Please, Black,” You waved your hand, dismissively, “You are the last person to tell that at home.”

“Well, if you had had the curtsy of showing your to-be husband first, I would have been the first person to tell you that you look beautiful.”

“You know we are not even supposed to have as much as a glance at each other, right?”

Sirius smirked, “I know.”

“You are insufferable,” You giggled against his lips and Sirius seized the opportunity to press his lips against yours.

“Brother- Oh, Merlin’s beard!” Regulus exclaimed from the doorway and Sirius knew he had a hand clasped over his eyes as if he had seen the most vulgar of things.

Sirius sighed against your lips and glared at his brother, “What - and I cannot stress this enough - the fuck do you want?”

“I want you to stop sucking her face like a dementor and get your arse out for your function,” Regulus hissed at him and turned to you. “Your mother is freaking out for you and she says it's late,” He said and suddenly there was no hint of disgust in his voice.

“Right! Merlin! I came here to call you!” You yelled at Sirius and never had he been more glad for the presence of Regulus who ushered the two of you out of the room.

The sight Sirius was greeted with as you entered the hall you had booked was unimaginable. Sure, he had accompanied your father to book the hall for your sangeet but they were raw when he had seen them. The messy curtains had now flourished with a kind of grandeur Sirius had seen in the parties his mother hosted, the windows were scrubbed neat of their dirt, garlands of fake flowers and tiny lights slung neatly over every wall and the chairs were arranged in a neat array at one side of the room, the rest allowed for the enjoyment of the evening. It was beautiful in its own way and Sirius was filled with utter joy when he saw the shine in your eyes as you gawked at the hall with parted lips.

“Shall we?” Sirius asked, stretching out his arm for you to take.

You hummed and looped your arm through his and grinned at him. Sirius would have gone through a thousand more tedious parties and miserable meetings if he could see that smile permanently etched on your beautiful face.

[sirisuorionblack]

Hiii! I'm so happy your requests are open! I just found out you're Desi too and I was wondering if you could write a Sirius Black × Desi reader. Maybe like she and James are close or something cause they're both brown and James being protective of her. No pressure I totally understand if you don't want to tho

A beautiful birthday gift

Sirius Black x Desi!Fem!Reader

Summary - Diwali had been something that Sirius knew nothing of and the one you always looked for but when it clashes with Sirius' birthday, you have the best gift planned.

Warnings - mentions of fireworks, tears (?) and yeah...yeah...

A/N Ooookkkaaayyy!!! So many things to say! First of all! Thank you soo much for requesting!! Second: I wrote this from Sirius' POV, so it was actually fun to interpret things that were something common in the eyes of a foreigner. And I genuinely wanted James and Sirius to wear dhotis (because I am a South Indian and we don't wear kurtas) but yeah, they are wearing kurtas due to reasons~. This was kinda messy and long and kinda a lot. But yus!

The morning was hectic in the Potters’ household as Sirius slowly stumbled into the living room. Mrs Potter sat at the dining table, working away with flour and jars of spices and liquified butter by her side while Mr Potter tried to help her. Sirius chuckled as he watched her slap her husband’s hands away from the raw delicacies on the table.

“Quit staring, mate,” James said, patting Sirius in the back as he pushed past him, “You’ll get your romantic moments one day too.”

“And that day is probably very far,” You said, walking past him and Sirius felt like he had been caught in an all too slow whirlwind as he stared at you. Your beauty would give Aphrodite a run for her money, your smile would brighten up his days and your eyes. Oh, your eyes that were the deepest shade of brown but turning a little lighter as the sunlight blinded you, pulling Sirius into a pitless end that he happily wished to memorise. He would have sighed.

“I said, quit staring,” James hissed and jabbed him in the ribs, “And she has never been more right in her life.”

“I’m always right,” You scowled at him.

James scoffed, “Of course, always,” he rolled his eyes, receiving a stamp to his feet that soothed Sirius’ aching ribs.

“What's going on there?” Sirius could hear Euphemia call and James answer her but it felt like a distant hum as you stared at him. He was in love and he knew it. Perhaps, not love but he knew what he felt for you was not the same way as James did. James would gladly spend his day if you were not there but it would be the worst day of Sirius’ life. James would not mind sitting between his mother and best friend but Sirius would be disappointed if he did not sit next to you. James didn't mind when your attention drifted from him but Sirius would fiercely despise whatever stole your attention from him.

"Sirius, which one looks better?" You weighed two sets of glass bangles in each hand, one glimmering as the light reflected off the stunning stones on the deep blue bangles and the other covered with shiny glitter that almost hid the entire deep pink surface.

"Uh," Sirius swayed his finger from one set to another before suggesting, "The blue?"

"Alright! Thanks!" You rushed back to your room, leaving Sirius to gawk after you.

"I swear, Sirius Black," James rolled his eyes from next to his mother, "If you keep staring at people and be useless, I'll punch those pearly whites right out."

"Oh, come on, Potter," Sirius smirked as he sauntered to the dining table, "You can't touch me."

"Is that a challenge?" James asked, narrowing his eyes, mockingly.

"Of course," Mrs Potter glared at the two of them, "That better be a challenge, it has after all been a really long time since I've used my rolling pin."

“Sorry,” James returned to his task, wide-eyed.

Time slipped through his fingers as Sirius gaped at Mr Potter sharing stories of his childhood. It was the first time Sirius had spent the winter break with the Potters after he received a glorious letter from his mother rather politely asking him not to be seen anywhere near the Grimmauld Place to hold up her lies that her eldest son had been sent away to practice whatever that he was supposed to.

It was November and an ignorant voice inside Sirius said that the delicacies made were for his birthday which Mr Potter immediately crushed by announcing that it was a famous festival to be celebrated with fireworks and earthen lamps. Sirius had almost zoned out half of what Mr Potter had to say as his mind glid to the idea of having possession of such marvellous firecrackers and you. He wondered how you would look with your beautiful dress and gleaming jewels. Divine, certainly. You never failed to look anything less than that.

Soon, the clock ticked 5 and Mrs Potter did not waste time to usher them to their rooms after thrusting a couple of packages into Sirius and James’ hands.

“What in merlin’s name-?” Sirius’ jaw dropped to the ground as James turned around in his fresh attire, his arms spread wide with a smirk adorning his lips. This was not the James he was used to. That boy was messy, his shirt always having a patch of dirt and his trousers never not crumpled but the boy before him was different. James looked flaunting in his black shirt that extended till his knees, studded with golden buttons and sleeves rolled to his elbow.

“You think this is a shirt, don't you?” James asked, glaring at him or probably at the unopened package in his hand.

“Is that not what it is?” Sirius asked, fiddling with the thread that held the package closed, “It does look like an elongated shirt.”

“I mean-” James frowned, “Well, it is called a kurta but I presume you are not wrong,” he sighed as if Sirius had made him question something he shouldn't before shaking his head, “Just get ready sooner or mum will whip our asses with that wretched rolling pin of hers.”

“She wouldn't exactly, would she?” Sirius asked, feeling almost stupid as he spoke out loud.

“Of course, she wouldn't! But she likes to use to keep us under check,” James ran a hand through his unruly hair in a futile attempt to brush it down, “It works magnificently.”

“Do I have the same dress?” Sirius stared at the package in his hand, trailing the creases on it with his wand.

“Probably,” James shrugged, “And if yes, then I want you to stay as far away from your dear girl as possible. I don't want any nieces or nephews running around just yet.”

“What the-?” Sirius cursed, his attention perking up as heat rushed to his cheeks. He probably glowed red.

“Don't get your hopes high, mate,” James chuckled, catching the pillow Sirius threw at him with little to no effort, “I am talking about her. I swear on Merlin’s stinky underpants that she looks like a goddess in that dress of hers. Besides, I didn't even tell who “your dear girl” was,” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“James Potter, you are so close to being hexed till you can do nothing,” Sirius threatened, hoping his bright cheeks would not tamper with his ferociousness, “And you don't have to tell her name, you always insinuate the same person. Moreover, who else other than her is going to be “my dear girl”?!”

“Whatever your save is, mate,” James waved a dismissive hand with a roll of his eyes before turning serious, “I don't want you doing any of your usual ruckuses with her. Nothing at all.”

“What usual ruckuses-” Realisation hit Sirius like a brick to his head, falling to his heart at the thought of his best friend thinking such of him but he knew it was not James’ fault. It was a reputation he built for himself. “Oh, James, really?”

“Yes, Sirius, really,” James said, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don't want you doing any of your shenanigans with her, alright? She is almost like my sister.”

Sirius sighed. There was no win for him in this situation. He had to promise James that he would not try to bed you which, assuredly, leads to unimaginable torture from not just James but Peter, Remus and Regulus too. But why should he guarantee James? Did he like you? Of course, he did but would he go any limits to get to you? Sirius didn't know but this promise was something genuine and his instinct forced him to reassure his dear best friend.

“I don't wish to do anything with her, James,” Sirius stated, firmly. Perhaps, not anything. He still hoped to hold your hand when they brushed against each other while walking side by side. He still wanted to hug you close to his chest and smile into your hair a little longer. He still desired to hear you speak late into the night and fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. Sirius would never not crave to see the shine in your beautiful eyes as you threw your head back, beaming with laughter.

“Alright,” James sighed, before sniffing the air, “You get ready and I’ll go sneak us something.”

Sitting alone in the silence of the room, Sirius slowly pulled away the strings of the package to find a letter, a tiny box and the same black kurta as James.

Dear Sirius,

Happy birthday, son! We know its tough for you at the moment but remember: we will always be there for you when you need us the most. James and us. Now, since you are turning 16, and it's on the glorious day of Diwali, don't think we forgot your birthday. There are more surprises waiting for you!

Love,

Mr and Mrs Potter.

Teardrops fell on the letter, smudging the ink on the parchment as Sirius held the letter close to his heart, before reaching into his pocket to retrieve another letter in a similar condition from his brother that he had received early in the morning. It was as if Reggie had charmed the letter to echo “I love you” in his brother’s voice whenever Sirius touched the letter.

The smile on Mr and Mrs Potter’s face was utterly genuine that made Sirius stumble the staircase as he descended in the beautiful clothes that showed off every visible inch of him in the shining lights of the earthen lamps lit around the living room, the watch around his wrist glimmering.

“What the hell?” James said, his mouth stuffed with food, “Why does he look better than me in this?”

“Because he is genuinely handsome,” You said from beside him and at that moment Sirius was afraid he would collapse to his knees at your striking beauty. The blue blouse studded with tiny gold specks gleamed as the lights glowed beneath you as your deep blue skirt graced the floor and Sirius wanted nothing more than to spin you around and watch them flare out in a spectacular formation. Your hair was knotted neatly, falling over one side of your shoulder as a couple of curly strands framed your face, and your earrings that resembled an umbrella touched the deep pink shawl bordered with gold, draped over your other shoulder. Something sparkled catching Sirius’ eyes and his heart bloomed with knowledge of the bangles he had chosen and the various rings adorning your fingers.

“Oh, Merlin,” James groaned, “Will you two stop staring at each other?”

“Shut up,” You slapped his arm but seemed to shake yourself slightly, trying to break out of a trance while Sirius didn't even attempt to. He was perfectly content to be drowning in your beauty.

“Alright, kids, enough of those and go get the firecrackers,” Mrs Potter said, as she pulled her husband after her.

“I’ll go get them,” James offered, patting your arm, “And leave you two lovebirds alone,” he winked at Sirius and murmured something fast in your ears and Sirius could make out strange and unnecessary words like “path”, “room”, “interest” and the only word he knew in your language “no”. Sirius, however, knew your response extremely well as you silently cursed at James till he ran for life. The only good Sirius ever received out of having bilingual best friends were the curses and he was glad for it.

Sirius had wanted James to leave as early as possible but only after his best friend was out of his sight did he wish to have a boost of confidence by his side.

“So, uhm,” Sirius wrung his hands together, twisting the ring on his finger, “You look absolutely stunning.” He cursed himself for sounding so breathless.

“Thank you,” You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck, “I didn't think you’d look so wonderful in your kurta. I mean like I did know that you’d look handsome but I didn't know-” you sighed, “Oh, forget it. You look beautiful too.”

Sirius laughed with the realisation that he was in love. He had never craved to hear someone call him beautiful, he knew it as if it was a universal truth but hearing it from your lips made him yearn for more.

James groaned as he returned just when Sirius’ laughter died down, leaving the two of you wrapped in awkward silence.

“How are you going to live together if you cant manage a conversation for two minutes?” James scolded, his hands placed on either side of his hips, “Like, I’m disappointed in you both,” He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Quit being dramatic,” You rolled your eyes, “And go get the firecrackers before your mum comes.”

“And what are you going to do, your highness?” James asked.

“Queens don't work, Potter,” You smirked, doing an elaborate action of teasing James before you turned to Sirius waving your hand, “Bye, Sirius. Take care of some atrocious shits around here.”

“He is the shit,” James cursed, but Sirius was too caught in the wave of your hand. He had just noticed the beautiful designs on them, as dark as your eyes.

“It’s called henna,” James slapped Sirius on the back of his head as he dragged him to the basement, “It's like a temporary tattoo.”

“Was that what they were doing yesterday? Your mum fed her. Was that why?” Sirius asked, remembering watching you with Mrs Potter last evening, and he had been too indulged in your smile to notice your hands.

“Yep,” James said, bitterly, “She only feeds me if I break my right hand, not even left.”

Sirius caught the package of firecrackers James threw at him and trekked their way up, “You could have gotten the henna too.”

James looked at him, impressed, “You are turning brilliant as the day goes by, pads. I'm proud of you.”

“You are an asshole, Potter,” Sirius shook his head with a smile.

“And you love assholes.”

“Finally, you boys are back,” Mrs Potter guided them to the front porch of the Potter’s Manor where dozens of earthen lamps had been lit in perfect shapes and designs. Whatever it was that controlled Sirius’ life had decided that he would be so close to kneeling to goddesses multiple times a day.

You sat between a round of lit lamps, lighting the one in the middle with a candle. Strands of hair fell to your face and Sirius had never felt an urge so strong to push them away from your beautiful eyes where he could see the flames dancing. You looked beyond beautiful.

“Here,” Mrs Potter handed Sirius a firecracker and then to James, “We’ll burst the rest later, James. Patience.”

“How later?” James asked, twisting the metallic end of the stick studded with shining, tiny crystals of grey.

“Later enough for you to combust with it,” you said, joining Sirius' side with a stick of your own, clutching between your fingers.

And soon “later” came along and Sirius was astonished as with a flick Mrs Potter’s wand the earthen lamps disappeared to thing air, lining neatly back in the living room as James rushed to place tiny cone-like things one by one at equal distances.

James passed him a new stick, this one resembling exactly that of a matchstick but much longer and he knew exactly what he needed for it but James felt the necessity to show him what use it had and so did you.

“Why don't you two try it together?” Mr Potter suggested, sounding almost annoyed, “People are waiting in line.”

“Alright,” James agreed, reluctantly, shooting you a sharp glance, “But I’ll light it!”

“What is the point of doing it together then?!” You asked, glaring at him and Sirius knew you were close to slapping his best friend across the face.

“Just come on,” James took your wrist and the two of you rushed to the cone, the lighted end of the stick held against the wick of the cone, lighting the cracker along with the fire in Sirius’ heart.

He was too focused on James’ hand on your wrist that he missed the colourful sparks that spiralled out of the tiny cone, like an active volcano shooting out lava but much colourful and beautiful.

“Your turn!” You said, stretching out a matchstick for Sirius and he might have just snapped at you had he not seen the beautiful smile on your face that resembled a little child’s excitement when their parents agreed on something.

Instead, he found himself saying, “Help me out?” He definitely didn't need help. Without even the help of his wand, the cone would be ablaze, lighting the entire night sky.

“Of course,” you said, winking as you entwined your fingers with Sirius’. Had he been one to watch it all happen from afar, he would have probably laughed till he had to be sent to St. Mungo’s.

By the end of the celebration, everyone had been beyond exhausted and eager to get rid of the clothes but the tempting delicacies laid in a beautiful array had made them stay a bit longer. Mr and Mrs Potter were the first to resign to their bedrooms and James followed suit. It looks almost planned as the only people left in the house awake to be you and Sirius, slouched next to each other on the couch.

“Did you like it?” You asked, playing with the spoon dipped into your kheer, “It is been so long since I’ve celebrated Diwali,”

“And I have never celebrated but it's honestly extremely beautiful,” Sirius lost count of how many times he had used that word in one day. Today was truly such an abnormal one.

“Oh! I forgot!” You sat up with a newfound energy that was so contagious that Sirius perked up with a smile, “I got you something for your birthday,” a smirk made its way to your face as your hand slowly crept towards his.

“You remember it?” Sirius recalled mentioning it to you long ago for he replayed all your conversations in his mind as he laid awake in his cold bed. He held your hand.

“Why would you think I’d forget it?” You asked, your thumb running small circles on the back of his hand.

“I dunno,” Sirius shrugged, careful enough to not move his hand that held yours in a light grip. “I just thought it wouldn't be of great significance.”

“Great significance?” You asked, chuckling as if he had just said the most absurd lies you’ve ever heard, “Darling, it's your birthday.”

Words after your sweet endearment were beyond his comprehension. Sirius must have visibly shivered because you held his hand a little tighter before saying, “I don't know if what I am going to say is of much “significance” but, um, we’ve known each for almost six years now.”

He didn't know if it was the exhaustion crawling in his bones but you seemed a lot closer to him than ever and he could clearly see the deep brown of your iris giving way to the black pupils and Sirius wanted nothing more than to just stare at them forever.

“And-” You seemed lost for words as you held his hand and played with the stray strands of the gold threads in your neat skirt, “Wow, I-” you chuckled, “I don know. What the-” Sirius had to act and he did.

He pressed his lips against yours and he could feel you freeze completely against him before slowly leaning closer, your hand pressed against his chest, right above his heart. Oh, Sirius was stupid.

Time was unknown, a distant speck of light decorating the beautiful moment, when Sirius pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours.

“You know, if my parents see this right now, they'd definitely kill me,” You whispered into the night as your eyes stayed shut.

“Your parents are not here, my love,” he said, and squeezed your hand when he felt you shiver, “It's just the two of us.”

“Do you like your birthday gift?” You asked, timidly.

Sirius laughed, pulling you into his arms as he sat with his back against the couch, “The best birthday ever.”

“I, also, did this,” You held your hand out before him and Sirius could see the beautiful designs that weaved into each other forming exquisite creations and if he squinted enough he could barely make out the ‘S’ inserted between each design in the most subtle way possible, “That says Padfoot in my language. Probably not the best idea but yes.”

“Do you remember how I was yelling at James yesterday?” you curled into his chest, your feet hidden beneath your long skirt.

He did. Sirius had returned to the living room occupied by just you and James last night right before you yelled out your last curse and stormed past him.

“It is said that when you do the henna and the darker it gets is the more you are loved by your, well, you know?” You motioned vaguely, and continued as Sirius nodded, “So, I was pissed because that donkey,” you cursed in your language, “Messed up my henna but guess what? Today morning I woke up and it was the darkest henna that has ever been on my hand.”

Sirius chuckled. He loves you. He knew it. The want to hold you in his arms were not just for tonight or for a month it was for as long as he breathed. He wanted to be with you, as yours, forever.

“I love you,” He whispered, like a revelation so vulnerable that a strong wind could disrupt the fragility but he could hear you draw in a sharp breath as you leaned even closer.

“Can you say it again?” you asked, your eyes closed as if you would feel his words.

“I love you,” tears slipped your closed eyes as the words soaked in.

“I love you too, Sirius,” You said, words that would echo in Sirius’ ears when he felt like the world caved in on him, “I love you.”

"Can I ask you something?" Sirius asked, pressing his forehead against yours, his hands brushing against the rough fabric of your dress, "What does the 'S' in your henna mean?"

"It means you are my soulmate," You answered, pressing your lips to his.

[sirisuorionblack]

Engagement

Sirius Black x desi!fem!Reader

Summary - Sirius was more than happy to hear your “yes” to his proposal and you were more than happy when he said for the marriage to be in an Indian style. 

Warnings - one mention of kidnapping, cursing and nothing else...

A/N   Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Okay! This is for @siriuslyjanhvi​​ and @messers-moony-lupin​! Thank you soo much for the help and yes! This s based on an Indian marriage style and this is the first part of a series!!! I'm writing a series after soo long soo!! Thank you!!

Part 2 - The Sangeet

Sirius twisted a ring on his finger as his eyes focused on the naked bike where the damaged parts called to him for a dire fixing and his fingers itched to give in but the exhaustion in his bones yelled at him. 

He sighed. He should have been back home an hour before but the previous motorbike had taken most of his time. It had been an exclusively released model with an advanced engine and trying to understand its working had Sirius forget that time was something so precious. 

“Oh, fuck,” He sauntered around the little, dirty shed that stunk of gasoline and cleaning chemicals trying to find his battered leather jacket, “There you are.” Shrugging it on, Sirius miserably pulled the shutter down, locking it with a muggle lock before using a protective charm. 

Albeit the richness Sirius inherited after Regulus and he ran away, the mechanics of muggle vehicles always pulled his attention. It didn't serve him money and neither did he do for it, he was content with the work he did and if he ever went broke he will always have the Black savings to back him up. Perhaps, it was the hate so deep-rooted that made him spend extravagantly out of spite. Whatever it was, his life couldn't have gotten any better. 

The engine whirred to life as Sirius placed a kiss against the cold metal. He smiled to himself. He had proposed to you back in your seventh year but then exactly three days ago he made sure he asked you to be his wife officially or at least as official as Sirius could make it look; he had, after all, asked you in his sweatpants looking utterly unprepared. 

You said yes and it had taken this long to process it that he acted as if there was no ring on your finger that made you smile and explode Sirius’s heart. Oh, he couldn't wait to get home. 

“I'm home!” Sirius said, shivering out relief as the warmth of your little home engulfed him with the familiar scent hanging in the air mixed with love as you peeked your head from inside the kitchen, “What did you do?”

“So, remember how I said I asked my mum about the recipe for samosas?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers as you tried to suppress your giggles. 

“You did not,” Sirius gasped. You were not entirely a master at cooking but even your burnt cookies tasted like heaven to him. 

“I put the fire out!” You said, your giggles breaking free as Sirius placed his jacket neatly folded and kicked off his boots, “And the kitchen looks as fresh as the first time we cleaned it. I did save some of the samosas, though.” You winked. 

Sirius chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, holding a bouquet of flowers between the two of you. A beautiful smile adorned your face as you inhaled the sweet scent of jasmine.

He gently placed a kiss on your forehead, the memory of the first time he did never fading as his lips graced your forehead. You had teared up and held onto him like he would disappear if you had let go and Sirius held you tighter from that beautiful night on, vowing to himself that he would love you till his last breath and even after. 

“I love you, darling,” He nudged your jaw, and kissed your cheek, “So much.”

“I love you too,” You whispered against his lips, your eyes still closed and the two of you stayed silent at the entrance of your quaint home for a few minutes that left Sirus craving for more when you pulled away, “Do you want the samosas?”

Sirius chuckled, “I can't say no to my darling girl, can I?” He twirled you around.

“So?” You asked, swatting the crumbs of the samosa from your shirt, “Are you gonna say something about this?” You wiggled your finger and the ring gleamed brightly in the single yellow light draping the two of you. 

“Yes,” Sirius dusted off his hands, “I wanted to ask you something. How would you like our wedding to be?” The words still felt foreign to his tongue. His wedding. Where he was going to get married to you. It was not just another boring wedding he had to attend but it was his. 

“How would I like it?” Your eyebrows scrunched together as you shrugged, “I don't know?”

“Well, I was thinking we could get married in an Indian style.” Sirius said, and hurried to add on, “Like that one wedding of your cousin? The grand one?”

“Darling, every Indian wedding is grand,” You said but he could see the shine in your eyes as your eyes perked up, “But really?”

“Yes, of course,” Sirius chuckled at your excitement and he didn't blame you at the slightest bit. You were processing the beautiful fact so unbelievable in a way of your own and he wished he could do the same, “There are lots of reasons for that but the most important one is that this is for you. I want you to be happy, my love.”

“Sirius,” You breathed softly but Sirius continued with his explanation. It was partly that this was for the two of you’s happiness and the other was that it would be a stark contrast of the Black marriages. He had seen the way your family held their weddings and Sirius couldn't wait to replace the black and white with red and gold. 

“Oh goodness,” You breathed, bolting out of your chair and into his arms as Sirius stood up, “We are gonna get married!” You cupped his cheeks, “Sirius, we are gonna get married!” 

“We are not inviting her, James!” You said, firmly, glaring at the boy as he scrawled out the names of people to be invited for your engagement. Neither you nor Sirius had any idea how these worked but your parents and James knew it all too well and James insisted that he would make your wedding the grandest one ever to happen with Sirius being more than happy to fund it, extravagantly. 

“Why not? She is the best gossiping aunty you’d see in your entire life!” James argued, looking at your mother for support, “She’d make sure to remind everyone how wonderful your wedding is!” 

“And if we are not including her then we will have to cut so many others too,” Your mother said, looking sternly at you.

You groaned. “Alright, maybe we can call her for the wedding but not for the engagement!” 

“You are no fun, at all,” James muttered as he scratched the name, and you knew your mother would not settle but held a facade of agreement, “You are cutting off drama.”

“We don't want drama in our engagement, Potter,” You rolled your eyes, peering over his shoulder to read the other names. 

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked, looking offended, “We want a shit ton of drama, James. Everybody should remember our engagement and wedding.”

“Exactly,” your father said, patting Sirius on the back, “Everyone needs to remember it for as long as time goes.” 

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. It was hectic every since you arrived at your parents’ home with the happy news almost a week before. Sirius seemed to be extremely fascinated by even the simplest of things and found his ideas, unfortunately, correlating with your parents’. 

The loud calling bell pulled your mother to the door and with her relieved greeting, you knew exactly who it was. 

“Here,” Regulus tossed a package at his brother and unceremoniously slumped on the couch next to you while Remus sat beside Sirius in an uncomfortable chair. 

“How graceful,” Sirius rolled his eyes, tearing the brown wrapper to reveal a designed card for your engagement. Your mother insisted that you and Sirius go in person to custom a card and have a look at the local neighbourhood alone so you could hear a gasp from her as Sirius held the beautifully designed card. 

“That's so beautiful,” Your mother breathed, as she gently took the card Sirius passed to her. It was as per the rules and regulations of your tradition with a hint of your preferences. The names and due regards were to the point of your parents but the card itself was a striking red and golden lines emerged on one side of the card and splayed out to the rest like the roots of a tree. 

“You selected this?” James asked Sirius, disbelief painting his features as the card passed to him, “Unbelievable.” 

“Shut up, you-” You knew Sirius swallowed his curse when he gulped and glared at James.

“How is it unbelievable, James?” You asked, “Its screams Gryffindor!”

“Yes, James, how could you?” Regulus piped up from beside you, “Dear brother was persistent on the card showing off what he couldn't.” 

“Do you mean what you couldn't-?” Sirius bit back a curse again, morphing it to look as if he ended his retort with an angry grunt. 

“I mean the style, Sirius,” Regulus said, smirking, “We both know I am the better Black.”

“Oh, trust me, Regulus. Since you are still a baby, nobody has the guts to break the news to you.” 

“A lie, if you mean?”

“An obvious fact, I mean.”

“Alright, alright,” your mother said as Regulus opened his mouth for another shot of his turn, “It's getting rather late and you have to get enough sleep. So, go sleep.”

“Five minutes, mama,” You said, snatching the list from James’ hand, “We will finish up the list and go to bed.”

“Just go to bed early, okay?” She said, getting up with the tray of cups and your father followed her. 

Once you knew the two of them were into their room you sighed and Regulus took the liberty of laying his head on your lap, throwing his feet on his brother’s, “The streets were packed,” 

“I know,” You sighed, glaring at the paper scrawled with unintelligible names, “But I'm proud of you two. There were so many places where the two of you would have been stolen from, asked to talk or kidnapped.” 

“That-that's not reassuring, love,” Remus shook his head, “But people did try to talk to us and it was fun when they watched us respond.” 

Soon, it was the night before your engagement and you fussed over your dress while a woman designed your hand with a cone of henna, “Mama, it's loose! I told you not to give it to that lady for stitching!” 

“She stitched that dress you wore for your uncle’s marriage! It fitted you perfectly!” Your mother said, searching through an old tin box filled with threads. 

“I was fifteen back then!” You said, throwing your hand filled with green designs in the air as Sirius stood by the side, watching in horror. 

He knew you’d be stressed but he was not prepared for it and neither did any of his friends back him up but your father did. He shook his head and passed Sirius a glass of apple juice and muttered “Don't interfere.” 

“And more insolent,” Your mother said, fetching a white thread that matched your dress and easily inserted it in the tiny gap of the needle, “Besides, I am going to stitch it! Stop panicking!” 

“I’m not panicking! I just don't want to wear something that uncomfortable tomorrow! It's a big day, amma,” you said, taking a deep breath and Sirius just wanted to kiss you till you beamed with a smile and forgot all the worries but he had been brought here under a strict rule. No kissing. No cursing. No nothing. Holding hands was a privilege and he couldn't wait to return to your room. 

“I know and I am working for it,” Your mother’s voice turned soft as she sat opposite to you in the living room, her fingers working magically on your dress and Sirius could only hope it would fit you the next day. 

“Careful,” Sirius stared at your hand as the two of you finally returned to your room. The henna covered your fingertips and wove in a beautiful design that extended till your forearm on both of your hands. 

“It's so beautiful,” He gasped, trying not to touch it as you held out your hand before him, seated on your comfortable bed while he kneeled on the ground. The scent of henna invaded his sense and he had never known anything purer than that. 

“In three months, Sirius,” you whispered, suddenly, a beautiful smile on your face that brought tears to his eyes.

Sirius leaned forward, his lips barely grazing yours, “Three more months and-” he struggled to form those words when his heart clenched and tears clouded his vision, “And you’d be my wife.”

“Oh, Merlin,” You crashed your lips against his in a sweet kiss and Sirius, feeling the barest brush of your fingers against his shirt, immediately pulled away. 

“No,” you groaned, flopping back on the bed as you held your hand in the air, the lines on your fingertips messed up, “Why would you not remind me about that, idiot?” 

Sirius chuckled, pushing your legs on top of the bed as he laid his head on your stomach, “Because you are the best kisser in the entire world.”

“Are you kidding me?” You asked him, out of disbelief.

“Yes.”

“Say it again.”

“No.”

“Prat.” 

“I’m your husband, darling!” Sirius said, his finger hovering above your palm, “You better treat me with respect.” 

“I’ll treat you with a bat bogey hex if your finger touches my henna,” you glared at him and who was Sirius if he hadn't covered away, instead of ruining his girl’s best day. 

“Sorry, your highness,” He turned around, burying his nose into your stomach, “You’d look so beautiful tomorrow. I might cry.”

“And I’ll hold you till you stop crying,” he knew your urge to ruffle his hair as he felt your fingers loom over his head, “You know, your hair might turn brown if I touch it.”

“Why, of course!” Sirius pressed his ears against your stomach, hearing all sorts of weird grumblings, “You’d be a true goddess to be able to do such magic!” 

“You are an asshole, Sirius Black,” you chuckled as he leaned forward, pecking your lips and trailing kisses against your jaw, “But you are my asshole, though.”