#yes... sometimes a girl just needs her fluff... (slinks back into the shadows)

[chellustrates]

looks at the thought of drawing fluffy stanarrator like the meme of lois looking at the pill bottle

[hanniiesuckle17]

Milk

A/n: This was not requested but I hope you feel better piper <3 I love you! This is for you :) (This is not thoroughly edited like always)

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Warnings: just fluffy shy seungmin

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: After moving into a apartment building, Y/n finds a new friend in the stray cat in the alley behind her. She doesn’t realize someone has been admiring her kindness to the animal from afar. Sometimes a small act of kindness leads to a happiness that can last a life time. 

Genre: fluff, romance, strangers to lovers, neighbor!au, fem reader

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Living in a tiny rundown apartment building was not my first choice. Nor was it my second or third or fourth or fifth or two hundredth. But being a struggling student living on my own for the first time didn’t leave me with many other options. The room was cheap and had all the amenities I needed. There was a bus line to the college only a short walk away. An added bonus was the fried chicken place just a few blocks away from the building. 

But, the heating often cut out. My landlord was less than kind. The couple living above me procreated like rabbits and the ceiling did nothing to muffle the noise. The neighbors next door were quiet for the most part. I had yet to meet the tenants in the rooms on either side. 

With the spring semester just around the corner, students flocked to the class registers. Spots filled up quickly leaving me with early morning classes. What a bummer. I was not the biggest morning person. I preferred to stay up at night and sleep until I physically couldn't anymore. 

Sleepily pulling my shoes on, I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. The sun had just risen and a still orange pink glow was cast over the small cramped street. A small sound had me turning my head towards the alley next to my apartment building. 

Having a few minutes to spare before my bus arrived, I peeked around the corner searching for the sound. Just as I was about to turn around, a cat peeked its head out from behind the building’s dumpster. It slinked around the metal container, its thin body shifting from side to side as it walked. 

“Hi, there little guy!”

Slowly and carefully I approached the stray. It had spotted gray and white fur practically clinging onto its bones. It watched me with fear in its dull blue eyes. The small creature flinched as I reached out my hand for it to smell. It eyed me for a few moments before backing away and hiding under the dumpster. 

“Okay bud...that’s okay. When I come back I’ll bring you a little treat!”

As I was walking away, a sound from above made me jump. Looking up I saw a window on my story close, long slender fingers pulling it in. Thinking nothing of it I turned around and made my way to the bus stop. In my mind I made a mental note to pick something up to give to the little cat in the alley. 

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The shop bell rang as I exited the establishment. It was already beginning to get dark and the streetlights were casting a yellow golden glow in circles on the cramped street. Plastic bag in hand I walked back towards home, the scent of fresh fried chicken floating up to my nose. 

As I approached the building instead of going in I walked passed and turned down into the alley. The street lamp cast a small glow allowing me to see through some of the dark shadows. 

“Here kitty kitty! Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Hearing a can roll across the pavement I saw the thin feline emerge from under the trash container. Its ears twitched and its nose rose in the air smelling the fried food I carried. Crouching to its level I stayed in the lightest part of the alley and pulled out a piece of the fried chicken I had picked up only a few minutes ago. 

Intriguided by the food, the cat slowly inched its way to the oustretched snack. It sniffed the chicken before it’s pale pink nose brushed over my finger taking in my scent. Staying perfectly still I let it nibble on the chicken for a moment. “You’re too cute.” Seeing the cat begin to struggle with the food, I pulled it back and starting tearing it into pieces for him. 

“What should I call you little guy?” 

The cat’s fear of me seemed to have disappeared as he snacked on the chicken. Hesitantly, I reached out and stroked his head only receiving a tiny flinch from the animal. “You’re quite small aren’t you?” The cat continued to eat the chicken with vigor. Grabbing a bottle of water and a paper plate from the restaurant, I poured some for the cat to drink. “How about Makki?” 

The gray cat already looked much happier than when I had first seen him this morning. As I reached out to stroke his fur, he did not flinch away. “Do you like chicken Makki?” He let out a gravely meow before turning back to his grand meal. 

My fingers felt the grooves of his ribs as I pet his side. I smiled feeling Makki’s rough tongue over my other hand. My attention was dragged away from the cat when I heard the scuff of a shoe not far away. At the entrance of the alley looked a boy maybe my age. His body faced the building but his eyes stayed trained on me over the black mask he wore. 

His shaggy brown hair had a golden glint under the street light. His hands were tucked firmly in his jean pockets giving him a cold sort of look. Lifting my hand from Makki’s back I shyly waved to the boy. As if he came out of a trance, the boy walked away from the alley on his resumed path. 

Choosing to ignore the awkward encounter (I admit that it would be weird to see a girl just sitting in an alley with a cat), I watched Makki finish off the pieces I tore. He rubbed up against my legs and let me scratched his ears. 

“Okay, Makki! I’ve got an essay to write. I’ll bring you some breakfast tomorrow, okay buddy?” With a sad meow, he tried to follow me out of the alley but sat at the entrance and watched me walk into the building.  I watched him list his head from the alley and gave him a little wave goodbye before going in for the night.

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After a few months of taking care of him, Makki was basically my own. Every morning and every night without fail I would stop by and spend time with Makki. When I could afford it, I brought him chicken. He seemed to always love that. 

As finals inched closer, I couldn’t see him as much as I wanted to. Studying took up most of my nights and I was forced inside my tiny apartment, headphones only half blocking out the noise from the faulty pipes and my upstairs neighbors. 

One night I glanced over at the clock seeing it was only 10:00 pm. “I have some left overs I’m sure Makki would like.” Aware that I needed a break, I got up and stretched before heating up some leftover dinner for my little cat. Slowly he had gotten to a healthy size and I could no longer see his ribs under his spotted gray and white coat. I didn’t have to keep feeding him, but Makki seemed like my only friend as of late. 

Grabbing a bowl and filling it with water I ventured downstairs and into the lobby. A slightly familiar face was entering the building doors, keys in hand. He looked up, our eyes meeting. Those dark, almost black, eyes looked familiar, reminding me of a puppy. The brunette’s eyes widened in recognition seeing me. The boy from the street. He had a handsome face, the light locks highlighting the angles and tone of his features. In all honesty he was more than likely the most handsome man I had ever seen. 

He looked me up and down before his soft eyes fell onto the dishes in my hand. When his eyes returned he gave me a small smile and a hesitant wave. Without another word he walked past me up the stairs. 

Using my shoulder to open the door, the cool spring night air greeted me. My shoes scraped against the downhill pavement as I turned the corner into the alley. To my surprise, Makki sat in the middle of the backstreet, drinking from a saucer full of milk. Beside the bowl was a plate with little pieces of fried food. Inching closer, I saw it was fish. 

Someone had already fed him.

“Hey, buddy!” Makki greeted me with a friendly meow brushing up against my legs. “Looks like someone already fed you, huh?” I asked in confusion. No one had ever shown interest in him before. Why had they started to take care of Makki now?

Pursing my lips, I set down the dishes and watched Makki eat and drink, petting him occasionally. “Their supper is a little but better than mine, huh?” He only responded my digging in more to the fish. “I’ll bring you chicken next time, Makki.” I watched him eat the food before the slender cat climbed into my lap, begging for me to pet him. 

It was getting late and Makki was practically falling asleep in my lap. I had already asked my landlord if I could bring him inside, but Mr. Kwon hated pets. Carefully putting Makki on the makeshift bed I had made him out of a thrown out chair, I brushed myself off before looking at the mostly clean dishes on the ground. 

Logically, whoever fed Makki would have to come back for the dishes. Finding a semi clean piece of paper and grabbing the pen in my pocket I wrote a little note to the kind soul who helped out my little cat. ‘Thank you for taking care of Makki! It means a lot. - Apt.306B’. Placing the note in the dry milk saucer, I left the alley to go back to my essay. 

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For the next few nights every time I went down to fed Makki, a bowl of milk and usually a small plate of food was already there. Curiosity eating me up, I decided to catch Makki’s mystery feeder. 

The next night, forgoing my term paper, I parked myself at my window overlooking the alley. Finally the sun went down and I watched from my slightly air conditioned perch for the kind soul feeding my feline child. Just as I was losing hope a head of light brown hair rounded the corned into the back alley, a bowl of milk in hand. 

“I GOT HIM! YES!” I cheered. “I got you! I got you!” I sang dancing around. Rushing out the door, I took the stairs two at a time just to burst out the lobby doors onto the street. Out of breath but with a smile I rounded the corner, hand holding me steady on the brick wall of the building. 

“So it was you!” I said happily, scaring the boy crouched down next to Makki. Those same dark puppy like eyes looked up at me in surprise. He seemed at a loss for words, frozen, long slender fingers over over the cat’s head. “I never would have guessed! I mean that day in the lobby, maybe, but it just didn’t cross my mind.” 

The boy continued to stare at me, less in shock now, but the expression I could not decipher. “Um...I’m from apartment 306.” I smiled seeing Maki next to the boy drinking the white treat. Giving him a kind smile, I reached out my hand for him to shake. 

Shyly, he took my hand and shook it. “Yeah...I know.” Under the yellow glow of the street light I looked over his handsome features once more. “I’m...uh...I’m 304.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. After all this time, this was how I met my next door neighbor. “Finally I get to meet you. I’ve been wondering who was living next door.” The boy seemed to relax, letting out a small laugh. “What’s your name?” 

He seemed surprised as I moved to sit down next to him. Makki climbed into my lap and on instinct I started scratching his ears. “Seungmin, Kim Seungmin. And you?”

“Y/n L/n.” 

I laughed as he awkwardly moved to shake my hand again. “He’s really a good cat.” Seungmin said petting Makki’s gray fur. I nodded and turned to see Seungmin already looking at me. 

“Why did you start feeding him by the way?”

The handsome boy shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “This is going to sound way creepy. I swear it was a coincidence.” Urging him to continue with a smile, I continued stroking Makki’s head. Occasionally my arm brushed up against Seungmin’s as it moved. “I actually saw you from my window. Then we ran into each other on the street that night.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question Seungmin.” I would be lying if I said that his smile didn’t make my heart skip a beat. It melted even more seeing him pet the almost sleeping cat in my lap.

“Yeah about that.” His long finger reached up and scratched his brow before returning to Makki’s ears. “That night I just thought you were really, really pretty. I liked seeing how kind you were to the cat and watching you play with him.” His hand accidentally brushed mine and his cheeks reddened. They darkened even more when I didn’t pull away.

“Go on,”

“One day you stopped coming. I figured something came up because you cared about the cat so much. So, I just tried feeding him. I got scratched more than a few times in the beginning.” Seungmin laughed, instinctively rubbing his arms where Makki must have nicked him. “Eventually he warmed up to me and I saw why you loved him so much. Then you left me that note. It was by far the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Well you certainly are not what I expected to find when I wanted to search for Makki’s secret milk source.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever bought so much milk.”

The two of us laughed and continued to sit and talk in the alleyway. “Thank you again, for feeding him while I had term stuff.” Seungmin shrugged and looked over at me. 

“It was nothing.” It was hard to stifle the laugh at his attempt of being nonchalant. “You know, I could talk to Mr. Kwon about letting you bring Makki into the building...” 

My eyes widened and I instinctively hugged my cat to my chest. “Really! You would do that? Wait- how would you even do that. That man has zero soul. Like no soul at all. Completely soulless.”

He chuckled at my joke, brown hair blowing gently in the night breeze. “I have my ways. If I do...would you do something for me?” His bright smile lit up the night watching me nod excitedly. “Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow?”

Seungmin seemed to hold his breath waiting for my answer. “Are you asking me or are you saying that is your condition for talking to Mr. Kwon?” Seungming squinted his eyes and looked off into the distance for a moment in thought.

“Oh.....you’re right.......You will have dinner with me tomorrow.”

“Woah, slow down there, buddy. I barely know you!” 

“Arrrrghhh,” Seungmin groaned covering his face and lying on the cement in frustration. I couldn’t help but laugh at his vexation. “Why is asking you out so hard?”

“I’m just teasing. Of course I’ll get dinner with you.” With a sigh of relief, Seungmin sat up with a smile. “With a face like that who spends that much milk money on someone else’s cat, how could I not want to go out with you?” Seungmin helped me up from the ground, holding onto my hand even when I was standing. 

“Good. Cause I was very nervous you’d say no.”

“Look at me. I’ve fallen for the milk man,” Seungmin groaned at my terrible joke but kept out hands intertwined as we walked back into the building with Makki under my arm. I had never been filled with more joy than in that moment. 

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Masterlist

[unfortunatelysirius]

Threads of Silk [Sirius Black – Marauders Era]

♥ PROMPT ♥

[Requested] Sirius Black finds himself enraptured by a young Ravenclaw girl who is a lot more than she seems.

♥ A/N ♥

Hiya! I’m extremely bad at writing, and I contemplated shredding this and writing something completely different, but for some reason I’m letting this piece of trash go public. Sorry for everyone’s eyes and brains! You all are about to witness my humiliation and downfall. Anywho, I love you all and I’m sorry for being so long with an update. Please don’t kill me for being such a trash individual.

♥ WARNINGS ♥

Swearing, Fluff

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3147

Sirius had never quite seen someone so beautiful in his life. Many would state that his cousins Narcissa and Bellatrix were perfect examples of aristocratic grace, but this girl—a Ravenclaw by the looks of it, an emblem of a raven embellishing the leaden cloth of her throat—was bloody gorgeous. She was a devastating sight, one that sent shocks through Sirius's heart. Though her head was buried in a thick pad of parchment, hair billowing out around her face like a halo of darkness, Sirius could make out many of her features, especially when he sidestepped the bush to peer at her through a vertical angle. She had a button nose, a cupid's bow plump with moisture, a soft-spoken demeanor, and eyes like a siren. She was mumbling along with the words she read, and she had a quill on hand, highlighting and circling at random intervals that led Sirius to believe she was an avid reader. Even Lily lacked in an extensive procedure for her readings, but this girl—she had no care for pleasant normalcies. It intrigued Sirius to an infinite degree.

The girl's head suddenly turned in Sirius's direction. Hiding a flinch of surprise, he quickly ducked further into the shadows. Thank Merlin he'd decided to go to the Shrieking Shack in his Animagus form, or else the girl would have caught him instantly. Ravenclaws were known to have keen eyes and even sharper observation skills. Sirius knew this—he did—but it was one thing to be caught stalking and another thing to be caught stalking and walking around as a damn dog.

Her throat cleared loudly, the sound echoing across the courtyard like a ghoulish call of attention—all to no avail. She looked frightened and her eyes flickered around at the deciduous trees and undergrowth. "Who's there?" she called.

Sirius stayed silent. Though he contemplated revealing himself to the girl, he knew his reputation around here. In all seriousness, the girl would probably verbally assault him, call him names, adding "stalker" to a long-list of overused insults. Sure, it hurt sometimes, but Sirius was used to it. This girl was bloody gorgeous, and he wasn't in the mood to battle it out with a pretty girl. In fact, he didn't even have the energy to hold a conversation. To be frank, he quite liked the idea of admiring her from afar.

"I can see you," the girl continued. She was looking right at the bush Sirius was standing behind, and her brow was cinched, wrinkles forming between and around her cheeks, chin, and forehead. Sirius let out a soft, inaudible sigh, shuffling closer to the obscurity of the shrubs in front of him. It almost made him forget where he was and who he was appreciating at that moment. "Stop just standing there, you twat!"

Sirius snapped himself out of it and before he could stop himself, he got into position and let out a howl. As an Animagus, his one true goal besides helping Remus was making damned bloody sure no one figured out his true form, or his identity. And, you know, there was the fact he was being a fucking stalker. Ravenclaws were major advocates of privacy. So, he gave a wolfish yowl.

As his head tilted downward and his voice died down, his eyes opened and his gaze locked on the girl occupying his mind. Originally, she'd been determined and defiant, eyes full of agitation as she gazed heatedly at the shrubbery, but now she looked bewildered, if not shaken. Her mouth pursed open into a hole of shock. She closed her mouth after a moment, and she quickly turned her attention back to her book.

Sirius fought back a wolfish snort, and his canines gleamed brightly as he gave a leering grin. He was readying himself to slink away with the shadows, his tongue lapping against his gums in silent pride at what had just occurred, when he suddenly heard someone standing, robes rustling along with the movement. Sirius froze in fear, and before he could rethink his options, he transformed back into a tall, poised seventh-year, dressed in wrinkled black robes. He scratched at his scalp, almost on an instinct or impulse, when he was suddenly struck in the back by a spell. It felt a hell of a lot like a stupefying jinx, but Sirius couldn’t be completely sure; he was busy panicking about the bloody weight against his body!

Sirius yelped and propelled himself backwards, so hard that he fell right onto the ground. "What the bloody hell...?" he groaned, rubbing at his head. The back of his eyes throbbed with unease and an incoming migraine, and Sirius flattened his face against the soft grass beneath him, rubbing and rubbing against the cool expanse. It helped, to a small degree, in numbing the pain. And Sirius could not help but internally brag on himself for such quick-thinking! Otherwise, he would have been propelled backwards as a bloody dog. Then James and Remus would kill him! And Sirius was too young and too lacking in experience to suddenly just die—

"Sirius? Sirius Black?" Sirius froze. For a moment, he wondered if Lily Evans was out here to deduct points for his breaking of curfew, but as his nerves and consciousness finally returned to him, he realized that Lily's voice wasn't soft or angelic. Lily would have been squawking and kicking at his aching gut at this point.

"Is that you, Mary?" he muttered aloud, peeking open an eye and staring dramatically up into the prettiest set of eyes he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. Sirius’s face fell into a dramatic purse of bewilderment, and he suddenly realized that the girl hovering above him was the Ravenclaw from before. The beautiful angel who had been reading a book in the courtyard, hair billowing around her like a halo of warmth. And she looked caught between annoyance, amusement, and shock. Sirius had—in all honesty—been hoping to see a little bit of attraction in her eyes; that was a sure way to boast his ego, and to give him a reason to shamelessly flirt his way into her good graces.

Of course, Sirius could flirt as much as he damn well pleased when it came to the beauty of Hogwarts. He quickly composed his tense jaw and drooling tongue, then flashed what he considered his most charming smile. “Hullo there, love! Fancy meeting you here.” To assure his image of poise, he propped his head atop his palm, elbow heavily crooked into the grass.

The girl rolled her eyes at his flirting. “Why were you staring at me?” she demanded.

Sirius blinked. Girls usually fell to their knees from his charm, but this one wasn’t the least bit fazed. Instead, she was irritated with him and thought he was an utter pervert. It would take quite a lot to get himself dig out of this enormous hole he’d dug for himself. “Well... I was, uh, just passing through. I didn’t mean any disrespect! If you were naked, I would have turned away! I swear on my life!” Sirius’s arms were raised with desperation as he pleaded for good judgment, as if the girl in front of him truly was an angel of God. Quite frankly, he just wanted to avoid being jinxed again; Merlin knew he’d had enough bruises to last himself a lifetime.

The girl pursed her lips, her wand grasped in her slender hand as it curled into a fist against her waist. “I find it hard to believe you,” she said slowly. “Aren’t you the one who chases after girls all the bloody time?

Sirius’s lips slowly curled into a smirk. “Why? You jealous?”

Without even bothering to respond, the girl scoffed and turned around. She began to walk away from him.

Sirius, his body still aching from the discombobulating jinx, stumbled to his feet and rushed after the angel. He slowed his pace once he reached her, and he nudged her shoulder. His smirk had softened into a cheeky grin. “So, bird with a sharp cast—what’s your name?”

First, she glared at Sirius, especially at the addition of such a demeaning name. After a few moments, her glare fell into an somewhat-amused gaze, and she eyed Sirius. “Y/N,” she mumbled. “Y/N L/N.”

Sirius knew he’d seen this girl somewhere. He curiously muttered, “I think I’ve seen you studying with Lily and Alice in the library...”

The two had come upon the bench that Y/N had previously been reading at. A look of hesitance came upon her face, but the moment Sirius plopped down onto the wood, she slowly fell in pursuit. “Yeah. We do study groups every weekend that’s not a Hogsmeade weekend,” Y/N explained. “Marlene needs help with Potions and Lily’s not... patient enough to tutor her.”

Sirius smiled and laughed. “Now that is a character flaw right there.”

Y/N‘s lips quirked—something Sirius noticed, with a victorious leap of the heart—and she rolled her eyes. “Yes, but nothing as sordid as Potter’s limitless advances,” she teased, her body slowly loosening the previous tension the more she was in Sirius’s presence. She couldn’t believe she was smiling, or even talking to the bloke—but somewhere deep in her, she found his self-righteousness and mischievous spirit intriguing. She liked how different he was to the Ravenclaw boys in her classes and the muggle boys that lived down her street. He was a good kind of a different, a surprising kind of different. Y/N actually felt guilty for jinxing him, and she usually only felt smugness at the sight of bruises left on her involuntary targets.

Sirius chuckled. “So... tell me about yourself,” he said quietly. “What makes the great Y/N L/N such a brilliant tutor and quiet personality? Is it her avid reading, or tendency to hex the living shite out of anyone looking her way?” He was smiling, a ball of nerves tight in his stomach as he looked at her. He liked teasing her more than he could even explain; he liked it more than he enjoyed teasing Remus about his “furry little problem,” or saying the magic words to open the Marauders’ Map, the one he and his friends had come together to create. And the way she nervously turned her head and eyed the grass beneath her feet, Sirius could tell she was embarrassed. He hoped it was for receiving his attention, not for being humiliated; he couldn’t take that.

Y/N lifted her head after mere moments of looking away, and her lips curved, ever so slightly. “Well, I’m definitely not a brilliant tutor... A quiet personality sounds right, though.” She cleared her throat, turning her legs to face the moon. It was an ashy-gray, turned white at the ends from the shining brilliance of the stars, and its craters were blatant—flickering between shades of gray and shades of white. Her eyes stayed on the the backside of the eclipsed moon. “Well... my life hasn’t been a very easy one, but I’m sure yours has been worse. I’ll try to make it simple and short... I’m a half-blood, with a muggle mum and a pureblood dad. I’m the second youngest of four siblings, all magical. My older brother’s an Unspeakable, my older sister’s a worker at the Daily Prophet, and my little brother’s a fifth-year Gryffindor. My mum... she never took to magic well. It was five years into being married that she even found out. Damien—my older brother—broke a vase and fixed it back together in front of Mum, and she utterly lost it. Threw shite and everything. But... you know, she got better. Became less hostile to the thought of magic. But then I came along... I was one of the worst when it came to magic. I couldn’t control anything, and I couldn’t go a week without breaking something, or making someone lift off the ground. Mum, she got so sick of it that she actually slapped me across the face. With rings on, too.” Y/N tilted her face sideways, revealing an indention underneath her left eye that very obviously came from a ring. Sirius’s eyes widened with bewilderment, laced with empathy.

“Dad divorced her a few weeks later; said he couldn’t tolerate a woman who’d hurt her kids for something so ridiculous. We have a stronger bond than Damien or Amelia have... more than Jacob has, even. I love him a lot... he’s the one who pushes me to be like I am,” Y/N admitted, shyly looking down when she noticed how contemplative Sirius’s expression had shifted. She shuffled awkwardly in her seat, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Usually she kept such details away, but Y/N oddly felt connected to Sirius; when questioned on her roots and history, she was rendered obliged to answer. And truthfully, she felt neither resistance or force. She trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t judge.

Sirius opened his mouth, and he quietly said, “My mum and dad are complete and utter blood purists. All they care about is my brother, Regulus, because he hasn’t mucked up our reputation just yet. He’s their perfect little Slytherin, a future Death-Eater. I’ve tried telling him that the murdering life isn’t the right path, but he doesn’t listen. Has to earn praise with Mummy and Daddy,” he said bitterly, looking at the ground with a dark gaze. Anytime he mentioned Regulus in conversation, a guilty glint fell into his eyes, one that he wished didn’t exist but still bore. Y/N seen it, and she sympathized.

She placed a hand over Sirius’s forearm, reassuringly squeezing his wrist. Her fingers moved, gentle and slow, down to his phalanges—and she intertwined her fingers with his, a basis of comfort in the shape of two hands, conjoined into one. Y/N’s eyes flickered up from her lap and met with Sirius’s dark gaze, becoming locked in an intense stare. Before Y/N could acknowledge the slow movement forward or think through the anxiety flowing through her veins, she was leaning forward and capturing Sirius in a hug.

Their hands were still interlocked; that was the first thing Sirius noticed. Then he breathed in, and felt the hairs within his nose tickle from the strong scent of apples and cinnamon—the scent wafting from Y/N’s wavy hair. He breathed out shakily, having to fight back a sudden onslaught of tears initiated by Y/N’s hug. No, she wasn’t the cause, not the instigator. She simply made him forget the coldness in his heart, and relish in this new, foreign feeling of being cherished, of being wrapped into warmth. Sirius had never felt wanted before—only by the Potters when they gave him a home to stay. But this was different; this was Y/N, a beautiful angel from Ravenclaw, a girl who knew the horrors of reality but overlooked them for something blooming on the horizon. A swell of emotion burst in Sirius’s chest, a whole new ball of nerves that he had never experienced before.

Y/N slowly pulled back, her fingers unlinking from Sirius’s long phalanges. She smiled softly at him. “You know, when I hexed you, I didn’t expect for a whole conversation after,” she said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood. She thought he might roll his eyes and say something humorous. What she didn’t expect was a bleary-eyed Sirius lunging forward and pressing his lips to hers.

It wasn’t a long kiss, nor was it one full of hunger and lust. Truthfully, it was a simple, passionate peck. It was a kiss that Y/N returned, no matter how shocked she felt. And when the timer struck three seconds, Sirius pulled back and reached a hand up to curl through Y/N’s bangs.

“Thank you,” he said, throat sounding clogged with tears and mucous. “I... I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to catch you off guard. If I wanted to, I would have swept you off your feet.” He chuckled, scratching at the name of his neck.

“I’m not so sure.. I think you already did sweep me off my feet.” Y/N smiled. If she had been alone, she would have been fingering her lips, over and over again like a Japanese schoolgirl. But she was in the presence of Sirius Orion Black. So she retained whatever dignity she had left, and just smiled with gentleness at the boy.

“Can I... can I walk you to your common-room?” Sirius asked quietly, his hand continuing to run through your bangs. He sounded nervous, unsure of himself. It was very unlike him.

Y/N smiled at this new side of Sirius, and she quietly muttered, “Of course. No funny business, though.” She threw it out there as a halfhearted quip, but she was being serious.

Sirius said, a sincerity in his words, “I won’t, I swear.”

As promised, Sirius didn’t try anything on the way to her common-room. He didn’t even try to hold her hand, or pull her into him by her waist; he walked with her, side-by-side, in a fashion that showed that there was some sort of decency inside him, after all. Maybe he wasn’t the arsehole playboy everyone seen him as; maybe, just maybe, he was as human as everyone else. As human as Y/N L/N was herself.

Sirius stood outside the common-room with her, suddenly. He looked at her, a half-frown on his beautiful face. “I... I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” He seemed reluctant to go.

Y/N pondered what her best option was, for more moments than she’d like to admit. A burst of confidence suddenly went through it, and she leaned up on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the side of Sirius’s jaw. She felt him stiffen beneath her; her throat turned raw, something stuck in the back, and she pulled back before she could begin to contemplate or regret her actions. Y/N smiled at him. “Goodnight, Sirius,” she whispered.

“Goodnight,” Sirius simply said, continuing to stare at her with this foreign look on his face... one that both melted and froze Y/N’s insides.

When Y/N fell asleep that night, all she could hear was a delectable, suave voice saying, “Why? You jealous?” and all she could see was a full head of tousled hair as it leaned down and shaded a pair of chocolate eyes to level a heated gaze onto hers. And that’s when she knew, the part of her that thought horribly of the Marauders and their marauding ways was going to change—and truthfully, she felt much obliged to enjoy such a scary, honest thought.