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delcakoo · 2 years

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How would you describe Enhypen members’ personalities? Would it change if they had a lover?

mmm, lemme think ab this anonnie!! >:0 (woops, looking back on this i definitely went overboard and it could’ve been a whole post but oh well, enjoy my rambling lmaojdihf)

the only word i can think of to describe heeseung is just so chill, he just gives me such a childhood best friend vibe. he’s someone you can always trust and be yourself with. all the members have agreed that when they have worries, he’s their go-to person to let things out and vent to. being the youngest in his family, i can see that hee has a very big childish and silly side that he has begun to show a lot more as he’s gotten more comfortable (showing off his woody and buzz light year toy on live, absolutely screaming his lungs out in the karaoke eps, constantly playing his video games even in his envlog, esp w niki). and in a relationship, heeseung would still be very casual and easygoing, except unlike around most other people, he’d let his playful side overtake his mature side that he has to put up as the oldest member with his s/o much more often. he would be quite protective, and i think the highlights of his relationship for him would be whenever he could make his partner smile or even better, laugh.

jay is just such a genuine, wonderful person. like for me it’s so easy to see how much he cares about the people he loves. he is always watching out for his members and would do anything for them, like when heeseung left his damn bowl in the middle of the table in sosofun (😭) jay fr didn’t even care or scold him, he just picked it up and washed it for him anyway. in the jaywonoo envlog, even though he’s literally only a year older than sunoo and won, he put aside any desire to have fun and join them in the pool just to focus on making dinner for the three of them. he’d be the same with his lover, perhaps even more. he’d cherish them so much. he said in a fancall something like if he had a lover he’d want to make sure they’re the happiest they can be/ he’d try to make them the happiest he can (smthn like that, if anyone finds the fancall lmk), like you will know very well he loves you every damn day. i also think with a bit of convincing on their side, he’d open up to his s/o and rant out his worries, something i feel like jay might need to do more often.

to me jake is such a bubble of joy. he has said he’s very shy and scared or being judged, and i’ve definitely noticed this in the way he usually lets the other members take the spotlight and ends up laughing in the background more than telling the jokes on variety shows/interviews. but on enoclock and just when he’s with his members, he’s so smiley and talkative <3 he’s very easygoing and so easy to get along with, jungwon (and niki agreed with this i think) said on enhypen&hi that out of all his hyungs, jake is the most easy to talk to (when sunghoon got jealous about this i was giggling im sorry) and it really shows to me! i think it’s so beautiful how jake tries to be a father figure but also a playmate for niki since he kind of missed his childhood, it goes to show how much he cares about his members in his own, perhaps overlooked way. if he had a lover, at first he’d be very shy and hard to break out of his shell, but after a while he’d let himself show and be very playful and affectionate. he’d be his s/o’s number one supporter in absolutely anything they do, always cheering them on with that boxy grin from the sidelines <3

i could fr talk about sunghoon for hours, he’s so relateable <3. i’m sure most people would have absolutely no shame and full confidence if they looked the way this man does, yet sunghoon is the most shy and humble person. with strangers and in interviews, he almost never talks unless he’s forced to. i’m pretty sure he’s spoken about having trouble socially, and growing up he was put into figure skating because his parents recognised how shy he was and wanted a way for him to meet new people and grow. now that he has a home with enha, you can really see how relaxed and at ease he is with the members. sometimes it’s more subtle, but he’s pretty teasing and rarely shows any affection. i think a big part of his teasing side is to cover up how easily he gets flustered and shy jsdjdjh honestly, i think he’s hilarious and his humor is underrated, just watch some enoclock episodes; he says and does the most random but funny things (i’ll never forget his iconic look in episode 19/20 with the cowboy hat and green glasses, and in iland when he randomly screamed over pyeonyuk 😭) his humor has no specific trail, it’s just out of the blue and that makes it funnier lmao. i think sunghoon puts a lot of faith and trust in his members (sosofun when he straight up left them to deal with the ticket payments 😭, and when he was practicing for mubank he facetimed jungwon to help rehearse), and in a relationship he’d do the same. he’d also be very teasing and playful and wouldn’t show public affection too much, behind closed doors would probably be the highest chance of getting some kisses n’ cuddles from him. he’d try to be the cocky and smug one in the relationship, but if his partner is brave enough to not start immediately blushing and fight back, you can corner him easily 💀

my ball of sunshine.. sunoo is for real a best friend everyone would die for. he’ll always laugh at your jokes, he always brightens the mood like the life of the party he is. i dont need any examples for everyone to know this boy’s absolutely hilarious and so sarcastic. my favorite clip of him ever is on his bday vlive when he recieved anonymous letters from the members and he just roasted the shit out of all of them except jungwon, the sarcastic comments??? “wow, i’m so touched i’m gonna cry *pretends to stab eyes*” “seriously, thank you so much *sassy eye roll” god he’s so funny 😭 though he’s almost always the one being teased, you can truly see how much he means to the people around him. the members may be pretty harsh with the teasing all the time but they care about him so much, never forgettinf when they brought a fox plushie around when he was sick, and at the concert when they were all patting him n’ holding him while he was crying :( sunoo’s just someone you can always rely on to be there and make you feel welcomed. in a relationship sunoo would be a bit more serious. he’d always be watching out for his partner’s health and safety, making sure you’re eating and sleepong well. he’d definitely be a bit playful, probably pinching his s/o’s cheeks constantly n’ taking lots of candid shots for his lockscreen <3.

jungwon is very easily described as mature. too mature for his age. heeseung mentioned how he worried for jungwon, and how he was forced to grow up so fast, and i agree that it’s unbelievable how he became the leader of enhypen at 16 years old and has done such an outstanding job at it. he’s patient, humble, and so dependable. he’s always the one starting up the intro conversations for enoclock and other shows, and he always puts up a smile no matter what. honestly, as a new engene i remember being flabbergasted at how he was the second youngest just watching niki be a hyper chaotic menace while won would just be sitting there with the most disapproving 👁. i think jungwon is someone everyone around him secretly really appreciates. the members don’t say sappy stuff to each other a lot, but i’m sure if they were to be given the chance, most of them would want to say something to thank their amazing leader. his personality would 100% become more relaxed and childish with his s/o. won doesn’t get to act his age much at all, so he’d relish in being able to giggle and fool around with his love. his partner would always be reminded of how special they are to him, he isn’t afraid to show a lot of affection as long as there’s privacy. also, i feel like jungwon wouldn’t get jealous very easily, mostly because he just has so much faith and trust in his partner that anyone else doesn’t matter to him.

niki has slowly been getting more and more mature. watching enhypen&hi and other old content makes me a bit sad for some reason. he used to be quite loud and hyper, always playing pranks and screaming in the members ears during lives (💀) but now he’s definitely, if not the quietest member who just adds a few comments every once in a while during lives/shows. while it is a little sad, it’s understandable since he is at a big changing part of life and this is just how he is, and we still love him always for it! niki is very subtle and the least likely to show a hint of affection, but it’s clear he cares deeply for his members and close ones. i think he really admires his hyungs, especially heeseung (it’s adorable seeing how much hee makes him laugh). niki also radiates such a strong aura, he walks with utter confidence and with his head held high. he also isn’t afraid to tease his members despite being the youngest, his sly comments and mocking is part of his love language which is also the same if he was in a relationship. if you’ve read any of my hcs/reactions you know i’m a strong believer niki would be very laid back and teasing with his s/o. but notice he’s only like that with people he’s very close to? yeah, it’s truly his way of showing his love and that he trusts you. the longer his relationship goes, the more he’d open up for physical affection, though he’s still definitely not one for pda.

#delcakoo #PLS THIS WAS JUST AN EXCUSE TO TALK AB THE BOYS #im sorry idk how this happened snkduhnf #poor anon probably expected like two sentences per member im…#😀#im so sorry i hope this still answered ur question decently 😭#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen blurbs #enhypen fics #enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagine #enhypen x reader #engene

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sirisuorionblack · 2 years

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hi! love ur work sm especially the sirius fics! can you please do reader as james potter's twin x sirius black where james is overprotective of his sister and when sirius finally confesses his love for y/n and she feels the same they have to sneak around from james cause he would get really mad (can they confess in a way they were sorta arguing about smthn while they were out in the rain and he slips out smthn like "because im in love with you") and when james finds out he chases them around ty!

Criminal Lover

Sirius Black x fem!Potter!Reader

Summary - Sirius was not supposed to feel all he did, but the regrets of falling in love with his best friend's sister never inkled in him. Even if it turned his best friend into a raging lion.

Warnings - mentions of...thieves, criminals, guilt, threats and yes! lmk if any more!

A/N It's been sooo loong since I've written a request and yea! I hope you like this! And thank you soo much!!

Sirius felt like a criminal as his eyes traced the curls of your luscious hair. You were tucked beneath his arm, laughing at one of his jokes, and so were the rest of his friends. Remus clutched his chest and howled with laughter. James knelt on the carpeted floors of the Gryffindor common room, his head ducked with sounds barely escaping his lips, and Peter hiccuped next to him. Yet, his eyes strayed on you and his ears drowned out sounds. He feared himself.

“That was absolutely filthy,” James said between chuckles and it frightened Sirius to know that he barely realised what was happening.

Slowly, he removed his arm from your shoulder and chuckled; the world crashing against him and reality pulling at his heart.

That night, Sirius had laid awake in his four-poster, glaring at the pictured ceiling. It was deeply carved, and his initials danced vividly before his eyes. Sirius must not like you as more than James’ sister. It must simply be that your laugh was the most beautiful song he had heard. Not melodious; not rocky, but somewhere in between, something far more beautiful than anything. It was common for a friend, was it not? To like their laugh and praise the shine of their eyes; to hope to hug for a little longer; to want to play with the curls of their hair and to listen to them speak for hours in the end. But if Sirius knew one thing, it was that you were not supposed to be with him, that his heart was foolish to beat as it did that day. He must not think of these.

The next day all that blared in Sirius’ mind as he tugged a comb through his hair was how frightening it must be to… feel whatever he felt and for James to find out. His best friend would absolutely repulse in disgust and in his heart, Sirius knew he would do the same for Regulus, but it stung nonetheless.

“Enough, princess. Your hair is as beautiful as the back of a toad,” Remus said, snatching the brush out of his hand and chucking it across the room and onto his bed with, surprisingly, perfect accuracy.

“Then it must be the most beautiful toad in existence, must it not?” Sirius said, scowling as he glared at the mirror.

“You did nothing to your hair, anyway,” Peter said, looking at him with a tilt of his head, his eyes narrowed. “You just brushed the same strand over and over again.”

“Nothing does it matter,” Sirius said, clapping his hands as he stepped away from the mirror. “Shall we head to the classes, then?”

Sirius didn’t miss the sceptical glance from Remus but acted as if he had no eyes and pushed Peter out of the dorm, following quickly with James in tow. It was not like Sirius to remain silent, so, despite his mind tugging at other topics, he laughed and joked as if he was not berating himself on the inside.

“Look at who is finally here,” you said, shaking your head as Sirius took his seat beside you in the dimly lit potions classroom. About a month ago, a cauldron of substance that must not be added together was, and the cauldron just so happened to be Sirius’s. Professor Slughorn had raged when the caldron had burst into flames when he had peered into it, giving it the first stir. For his brutal disobedience, Sirius was asked to change seats next to the other Potter, who topped the Potions classes. At the start, it seemed nothing like a punishment, just a shift of home, but now, Sirius would rather sit with Snape. At least then he need not be afraid of what he might say or do.

Yet, Sirius enjoyed the class. He enjoyed what he never thought he would. You had leaned closer to him and whispered a subtle mock about Slughorn and his favoured. And he had laughed. You lamented on how Edgar Laris must have not added Asphodel and belladonna. And he had nodded, angrily. Through the middle of the class, you heaved an enormous sigh and leaned your head against his shoulder and Sirius felt his soul leave his body and his breathing quickened. When you pulled away, all he wanted was for you to lean back against him.

Oh, Merlin and his soggy underpants.

Weeks passed in a blur and almost half the time all Sirius did was scream into his pillow and stare at you. At this point, Sirius barely yelled at himself for all that he was feeling and began accepting it. As though the fates fell in love just as he had, things took turns. Or perhaps he just started to notice. When the four of them strode through the corridors of Hogwarts and you walked beside him, Sirius felt the soft brush of your hands and as time slipped through his fingers and he grew bolder, he pressed his hand against yours and intertwined your fingers. You’d look at him almost in disbelief and then smile as though you shared a secret. And you owned his heart with each smile of yours.

But then James would wrap his arm around Sirius’ shoulder and pull him for a laugh.

Nights bled into days, but more than the days, it was the silent thoughts that Sirius strangely entertained. Each day, he would try convincing himself that he felt nothing for you, but it would be futile in the first attempt, so he would pick out signs that might show you would feel what he did. He found them, he supposed, but none of them was real. He would finally fall asleep with a disgusting thought that you simply thought of him as your brother.

The end of the week was always packed with classes, giving barely an hour of free time, and on that day, even that hour was lost. Clouds hugged the sun and covered the bright blue sky. In its dark shade, raindrops fell like colourful diamonds and twinkling stars.

Sirius should have been among his friends, dancing and laughing in the rain, but he stood hidden behind a pillar as thunder shook his heart and lightning cracked the sky.

He chuckled to himself, leaning his forehead against the pillar. His mother always yelled at him for keeping the windows open in rain and getting his cuffs wet. She would lock him in his room and warn him that he must not be in the rain when lightning and thunder unite as the heir of the Black family. He hated that. So, he did all he could to rebel and when Walburga had had enough, she had chained him to the bedpost for a week. With a knife to his broken heart, Sirius realised, probably at the end of the corridor, a boy must be standing, his face showing none of the desire he must feel for the rain as the new heir of the Black family.

“Sirius!” He heard you yell, and within seconds his head peeked out of the massive pillar he hugged.

Your wet hair framed your face, and your eyes shone with laughter. You smiled despite your uniform soaked and waved at him to join. Sirius wished his legs would obey him. He hoped he could be standing beneath the beautiful roof of the clouds and dance with you, but all he could do was shake his head.

Leaning your head to a side you watched him curiously. A part of him ached with desire to hold you and revel in the beauty of your laughter, and another part of him screamed that he would do nothing more than corrupt your soft heart with his viciously broken ones.

You turned to James and slapped his arm, yelling something Sirius couldn’t hear before you were jogging up to him. You stood beside him in the deserted corridor, hidden behind the massive pillar. Your teeth clattered in the cold and you shivered. He knew how horrific it was to turn your back on the rain after being soaked to the bones.

Sirius chuckled and pulled off his robes that he, fortunately, managed to have in his possession all day. He placed them around your shoulder and you sighed as you rubbed your arms.

“Why would you not come?” You asked, looking up at him.

The two of you stood agonisingly close to Sirius’ liking. He could feel the cold press of your arm against his chest and the raindrops slipped from strands of your hair and fell on the back of his hand. Your eyes bore into his, making Sirius brave as a rat and coward as a lion. He felt himself leaning in, his eyes flickering from your deep eyes to your beautiful lips, and every inch of him screamed at him. Both the rational and reckless parts. They were, after all, him and he, after all, craved love.

“Sirius,” you breathed and he could almost feel your hot breath.

Sirius pulled away. This was not right. He cannot do this to his best friend. Not when he could see everything happen. Oh, he did not understand.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped, and rushed away to put some distance between the two of you.

Leaning against the pillar, you clutched his robe tightly around your shoulders as you took in ragged breaths yourself. Your deep eyes suddenly looked unfocused as they ran everywhere but him and when you finally looked at him, all he could see was disbelief.

“Sirius,” you breathed again and his name from your lips was heaven and hell at the same time. A blissful sin. A false boon. He could only wish to hear you say it again.

“I can’t do this to you.” Because I do not deserve you. “I can’t do this to your brother.” Because I am a subject of his kindness, a prisoner of his love.

“Oh,” you said, your eyes falling to his shoes. You masked your disappointment well enough, he supposed, but he knew it in the twitch of your fingers as you rubbed your arm, in the scrunch of your eyebrows and the tick of your shoulder. He had seen you like this once before and Sirius had gone above and beyond to make it right. He would always.

Sirius rushed forward and placed his lips against yours. It was foolish. But he wanted it. He needed it.

He had kissed before, but never like this. Your cold fingers pressed against his cheek as you kissed back, ferociously. He was losing. He lost when his eyes lingered on you far longer than they must. But he also won. Perhaps the cruellest of winnings, but he won the moment you kissed him back and Sirius was not going to dwell on his loss at this moment.

Sirius felt scandalous hidden beneath James’ invisibility cloak, trudging his way to one of the deserted classrooms he knew would be never suspected to be inhabited. The one he had asked you to visit him in the morning.

“How did you sneak out?” You asked with a chuckle as Sirius silently yanked the door shut behind him.

“Your brother just so happens to sleep like a log when the sun disappears,” Sirius said, his arms wrapping around your waist.

It had been well over two weeks since that had happened and it was as if the two of you fell into a silent rhythm. In the mornings, you’d pretend as though you were just a humble acquaintance and in the nights, you’d pretend as though you were something more. He treasured these silent nights he never thought he would.

Sirius’ head fell into the crook of your neck and his arms pulled you against his chest. He wanted to speak all he had in his mind, pour out all he felt in the hopes of understanding them, but he couldn’t. Words betray him over and over again — something he never expected to happen.

“You alright?” You whispered against his ears, your arms wrapped around his shoulder.

Sirius hummed into your neck and slowly walked backwards till he could hoist you on top of a table, his head coming to rest against yours. “How do you feel?”

Your fingers caressed his cheeks, and he leaned into the softness of your touch, discovering himself. “Happy, I suppose. Scared a bit. I truly do not know.”

“Be happy,” He breathed against your lips. “That’s all I need. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll make it alright. You will make it alright.”

“Alright, something is terribly wrong.” You pulled away, cradling his face in your hands as your eyes searched his, and Sirius could only hope you’d find them when he couldn’t.

“You make me want things I’ve never wanted,” He whispered into the silence of the night, only truth tumbling from his lips before he could stop them. He was scared. Terrified, even, but Sirius wasn’t supposed to be terrified. This was to be his area of expertise.

Sirius could feel your eyes boring into him even after he looked away, focusing on the rough mahogany table, his fingers flinching with each touch against the splinters. “I think-” He sighed. “I don’t know.”

But you did. You knew exactly what was wrong with him when you pulled him into a deep kiss, holding him like he was your future. It frightened him. It set alight a blazing fire in his stomach that rose to his throat and clouded his mind. Oh, love was magical and he foolish.

“I love you, Sirius,” you whispered against his lips, holding onto the collar of his shirt and he felt his heart burst with happiness. He wanted you to say it over and over again to the end of his life. He wanted to hear those words the first thing in the morning and the last thing in his life. “I don’t care if we are not supposed to happen or anything. Or anyone, Sirius. I know you feel guilty for doing this to James, but this is my life, my darling. I can’t sacrifice what I feel because it might not be to my brother’s liking.”

Sirius let out a ragged breath, and he didn’t know what to do. What must he say now? What must he not? What should he feel? For whatever he must, pride coursed through his veins. Sitting before him, James’ sweet twin sister, the girl he had grown to love, stood rooted with her decision and he was so proud.

He chuckled against your lips, craning down his neck to press a long kiss to your lips. “I love you too, my darling girl.”

“Now, will you stop looking like a bloody criminal?” You asked, pulling him into another kiss.

“I am a criminal, aren’t I?” He winked. “A thief, if you will.”

“Do not. Sirius Orion Black, do not say it.”

He said it anyway. “A thief who stole your heart.”

“Oh, you are done.” You sighed, rubbing your hand over your eyes. “I swear on Merlin’s beard, Sirius, you must stop doing that.”

“Doing what, my love?” He pressed a kiss to your neck and trailed up your jaw and behind your ear. “This? Or stealing your heart?”

“Both,” you breathed. “And saying the worse pickup lines you could think of.”

“I think you enjoy it.” He kissed your cheek and winked.

“I can find my way, James.” You seethed through gritted teeth as you glared at your brother. It was late at night and you were stubborn about a visit to the library. Sirius understood James’ concern. He was afraid something would happen to you. However, his best friend simply thought it was best to avoid the real reason and make up the most absurd excuses.

“Well, you might feel alone then! I’ll come with you! Or take moony with you.” James pointed to the unassuming Remus and if the three of them knew one thing, it was to never get in between sibling fights.

Your voice was strangely calm as you said, "I don’t need anyone, James. I can go on my own. I've been living here just as long as you are."

“I’ll go with her,” Sirius offered, excited and only a moment later did he realise what mistake he had done. He hated going to the libraries.

“What?” James narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t step into the library even if the world burns down.”

Your sister is my world, James. “Well, even now, I wouldn’t step into the library. I’ll just walk her there and she gets her books and we will come back.”

“No.” James scrutinised him. “I’ll take her.”

“You know something, James? I am older than you. So, quit acting like this and let me go,” You said with authority and Sirius had to quench every other urge to grin as proudly as he could.

“That doesn’t matter. I am your brother and it’s my duty to look after you and make sure no boys or girls.”

Sirius knew you resisted the desire to throw a punch at him, just like he would have when Regulus spoke too scornful of himself.

“James Potter, you shut that mouth of yours and head to bed while I go and collect my books. If you continue this drama of yours, I swear on Merlin’s name, you’d have to pay Madam Pomfrey a visit every night.”

For the first time, he saw James cower. His eyes flickered between you and Sirius, weighing his options. He could let Sirius guide you to the library and back safely or he could rather not take any risk and trust your ability in jinxes. Sirius’ absolutely moronic friend seemed to choose the latter.

“Fine. But I’m telling mother about this,” James said, glaring at you.

You scoffed and left the common room in a swirl of your deep coat and scented jasmine.

“And you.” James turned to Sirius. “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Sirius regretted every inch of him.

“You agreed to go to the library with her! You never do it! Not even when Peter or I beg you to.”

“You wanted someone to go with her!”

“But not you!”

“Well, now I am offended.” Sirius narrowed his eyes at James. “You’d rather Moony go with her than me?”

“Look, Sirius, I don’t know what it is, but something says you are hiding something from me.” If James’ glare couldn’t cut him in two, his fear did. “I want to press and ask what’s going on, but I don’t think you’d want to tell it to me. But know this one thing: If you even try something with my sister, you are done for.”

Sirius expected he would fall to his knees in fear and blurt out every last secret he hid from his best friend. Yet, he stared back at James and pushed away the feeling to laugh. It was hilarious how empty James’ threat felt to the knowledge of what he had done with you. Perhaps he should fear the consequences of James finding it out, but all he could do now was revel in the knowledge he had hidden from James. It was exciting.

It was not exciting when James did find out and it was all Sirius’ fault.

The five of you had been lounging in the Gryffindor common room for a free hour. James and Sirius sat on the long couch, legs slung over each other as Remus sat on the floor before you. Peter before him, an almost ending game of wizard chess laid out.

“For some so brilliant, Remus,” James said. “That was a shit move.”

“Of course,” Remus mumbled. “Wouldn’t the expert know?”

“I am getting late, lads,” you said, cutting off your brother’s remarks, as you glanced at your watch. “I must bid you farewell, dear comrades.”

“Farewell, Captain.” Peter nodded.

“Wait! We don’t have classes for another hour,” James said, scrunching his brows.

“Unlike you, dear brother, I quite enjoy divination.” You gathered your robe and slung your bag over your shoulder.

Remus snorted, his eyes focused on the game. “No, you do not.” “No, I do not, but you can’t deny it’s fun. I’m apparently in a great danger of revealing secrets.” Your lips perked at a side and Sirius wanted nothing more than to kiss you till that’s all he remembered.

James scoffed. “That sounds absolutely delightful.”

“It is.” You stood before the four of them, holding out your arms expectantly. “Give me a proper goodbye. No hugs, James.”

They chorused a mess of goodbyes and in the end, when the farewells died, was when Sirius slipped. “I love you!” he had said along, a bad habit that stuck with him through the nightly entourages.

It was as if his words held the magic to change the atmosphere. Remus scrambled up and slammed a hand against his mouth. Peter froze with the queen between his fingers, ready for the final move. You stood rooted to your spot, gawking at him, but he saw no remorse or fear in your eyes. In fact, you looked like you quite enjoyed it. And James. Oh, James. He looked murderous like he was planning a thousand ways to slaughter Sirius and erase his words, but he pulled himself together into some semblance of a… less murderous boy.

“What?” James hissed and, for a fleeting second, he reminded Sirius of Regulus when he had done something he shouldn’t and his little brother found out.

Remus sighed and pulled away his hand, shrugging at you like he was helpless. You smiled at him and shook your head. Your eyes fell back on Sirius and he felt a surge of calmness pass through him. Perhaps he said the words at the wrong time, but they were not lies.

“Nothing,” Sirius croaked and even to his own ears, his voice sounded weak, unsure, and unimaginably small.

“I’m sorry, but what is going on between you two?” James seethed, his breath coming in angry pants.

It was not exciting in the slightest bit. Sirius slowly stood up from his place next to James. “Nothing.”

“Do you know any other word than that?” James stood up too, more hurried than Sirius, not minding about his subtleness.

Sirius could dully note Peter and Remus scrambling away from whatever it was to happen. “Oh, yes, very well.” He laughed in all nervousness. Words were traitors once again.

“You have exactly a second to run before i hex you into a pig.” James’ voice was eerily calm and his offer was far too indulged in peace.

Sirius was a coward, a prisoner, a criminal, a lover. He grabbed your hand and ran as fast as he could away from your steaming brother, as your laugh echoed through the deserted corridors. A bright shot of red barely missed his ears.

“I’m going to kill you, Sirius!”

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