HP Character x Reader One Shots

Sirius Black

This had to be a joke right? There was no way I was about to meet the Order of the Phoenix. I room a deep breathe and Hermione smiled, giving me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. I pushed open the old wooden door that led into the dining room of 12 Grimmauld Place.
Inside sits a large wooden table, at which sits several people. A few I recognize, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Professor Moody, Professor Lupin, Bill and Charlie. But also several I don't. A woman with bright pink hair, a tall, stoic looking man I vaguely recognize as being from the Ministry of Magic, and a few others. But my eyes are drawn to the man who sits at the head of the table nearest me.
Harry steps around me and the man stands, hugging him heartily. He looks better than the last time we saw him, at the end of our third year. His long, curly hair is no longer matted and greasy and his skin is slightly tanned and less gaunt. He smiles at me, coming in for a hug.
"Y/N! It's good to see you! How have you been?" He asks, his voice jolly as he releases me from the hug and claps me on the shoulders.
I laugh, tucking a strand of my H/L, H/C behind my ear. "It's good to see you too, Sirius."
We're dismissed before the meeting begins and we hang out in our room. Before long we hear the commotion of Order members leaving. It does back down and we hear the familiar clomp of Sirius's boots on the stairs.
He swings the door open and looks around at everyone crammed in the room. Fred and George have an exasperated Ron pinned in a headlock, Hermione sits on the floor with her head buried in a book, Harry mopes on a chair in the corner, and I lay sprawled in the middle of the floor.
"Any of you trouble makers want to go on an adventure? I'm dying to get out of this house." He mutters the last part quietly. Fred and George shake their head, sadness etched on their face. "We've got to meet up with a friend soon. Hermione, Ron, and Harry glance at each other, their fear of Mrs. Weasley a bit too strong.
I scramble off the floor. "Hell yeah." I smile widely at him. He takes my hand and we bolt down the stairs as the calls of my friends fade away behind me. He pulls me out of the front door and I feel my gut clench as we apparate.
We stand in an alley way in an unfamiliar street. I furrow my brows at him questioningly and he smiled mischievously. "Ever wanted to get a tattoo, Y/N?" He nudges my arm playfully. "You seem like the tattoo type." I laugh and nod. "Why the bloody hell not. But that still doesn't tell me where we are." He points to a small shop across the street. "An old buddy of mine works over there. I won't have to hide once we're in the shop. But to be more general, we're in America. No way I'd go to anyone in London."
He shifts into a large, black dog and we walk across the street. A burly, rugged looking man looks up, clearly about to say something about pets in the shop, before he seemingly recognizes the canine beside me. He turns to me with amusement on his face. "I'm assuming we're getting a tat today, but is it for him or for you." I chuckle lightly. "I'm getting a tattoo. Not sure about him though." The man nods and leads us into a small, private room in the back.
As soon as the man closes the door, Sirius shifts out of his animagus form and plops himself in a seat in the corner of the room. "How have you been, Clayton?" He asks the man. "Good. Long time no see, man. You getting some ink today too?" Sirius shakes his head. "No, just here to poison the youth." He chuckles quietly.
I talk about a design with Clayton, careful not to let Sirius hear. The man steps out to make up a stencil and I'm left alone with Sirius. Sitting on the tattoo chair, I turn to face him. "So it this like, your idea of a romantic date, or something?" I tease him. "It can be if you want it to be." His grey eyes boring into my E/C ones.
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and the butterflies tumbling around in my stomach. He stands up and leans over me, his hands on the chair at hip height. His face is inches from mine and he smiles, coyly. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He mutters. I nod, unable to speak with how dry my mouth suddenly feels. He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine and my eyes flutter closed as I return the kiss. He parts my lips with a light swipe of his tongue and takes dominance of the kiss.
It lasts only a minute but I feel like it lasted hours. He sits back down and I take deep breaths as the blush on my cheeks slowly dies down. The tattoo artist steps back in and just like that, it's time for my first tattoo. I have to admit it hurts and I hold Sirius's hand through most of it. He talks about anything and everything as a distraction and it helps pass the time quicker.
Clayton finally finishes and allows me to look before wrapping it up. I show Sirius and he laughs, placing a kiss to my cheek. "How daring of you, darling." I smile at him and watch as the large, black dog on my shoulder disappears under a wrapping.
~•FIN•~
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