Random x Reader One-Shots

Your best friend-Sirius Black x Remus! Little sister x Reader (P2)

Y/N sat at the table in the little cottage the two had bought together 20 years ago, writing some letters for jobs with the vinyl record playing in the living room. Ink pots were placed around her, empties stacked up like barrels. All Y/N had done for years outside house work, was write. When she placed her quill down, she heard a racket coming from the window in the kitchen. It was an old house, expected to have broken things and rattling window frames however she heard a bang from outside and quickly stood up to run to the window.

All that could be heard outside afterwards was the quick winds blowing the grass and trees. A groan was heard from beneath her and a hand held onto hers, causing a scream to leave her mouth. Y/N jumped backwards and turned to grab her wand, then turned back to see a ragged looking man in front of her window. "You better stay right there. Don't you dare come through that window."
"Wait my love-"
"NO-" she screamed as tears filled her eyes. The ragged looking man slowly looked up, moving his hair out of his face. As his sleeve fell down, it partially revealed the forearm tattoo Y/N knew all too well.

"Sirius?" Y/N questioned and made her way back around the table to move in front of the window.
"Yes..." Sirius sobbed. "Yes it's me, my love. Take my hand." He spoke quietly, and calm. Almost like there was nothing strange about this situation. Y/N hesitantly took it and the familiar feeling of his hand in hers suddenly hit.
"Oh Merlin." Y/N tried to hold back tears and Sirius climbed through the window, immediately pulling Y/N into a tight hug. She didn't care what he smelled, or looked like. She just cared that he was actually within arms reach.

Y/N rushed Sirius to take a shower, and he walked down in her long robe tied at the front, knotted twice. The reunited couple cuddled on the couch in the living room with a hot drink in their hands. Dark green leather with a beige throw and cushions. The whole night was spent discussing the time while he was locked up, and she had stayed at home when she wasn't working. Cleaning, writing, and cooking to distract herself from any kind of news from the outside world. Or at least, what she could ignore.

"I personally think we should catch up in bed. Make the most of my return before they send out for me again." Sirius said, standing up and holding his hand out for Y/N to take. She let out a laugh and took his hand before being pulled up. She landed onto Sirius' chest and he placed a kiss on her neck, before making his way up to her cheeks, then down to her face. Impatiently, she walked first and made her way up the stairs and to the bedroom. Sirius took off his robe and the two fell onto the bed.

'Sirius my love,
It's been a while since you've been home again. I hope you're okay. I hope my owl finds you soon so I can hear from you.
Mint and cigarettes. That's what you told me I tasted like. A mixture of early mornings and danger. Peppermint and smoke. I couldn't help but wonder what I tasted like, what you had assigned as my flavour and I wondered what your tastebuds preferred. I think I always knew deep down that the taste of your first true love would never quite leave your lips, trust me. I have tasted its overpowering-ness myself but I have always wondered if I am able to replace it with something sweeter, something smokier,
something mintier.
You loved smoking, but you always told me how you preferred the taste of it on my lips. You never stopped trying to savour me. I'm still trying to work out what you tasted of. I don't know quite what it is yet but my tastebuds once again long for it. I think loving you is both the kindest and most self-destructive thing I have ever done. In the same breath we built new bridges and burnt old ones. You were a person I found and misplaced simultaneously, and I wonder whether that means i have won or lost. I guess this is something i will not know until if our time runs out. Until I have either grown old with you or lost you (i hope it is neither, but if I had to choose I'd choose the former and not the latter.)
Loving you was the best thing I think that has ever happened to me but also sort of the worst. But if you have taught me anything, it is that i should take the good with the bad and so i will love you, unafraid of losing you, until either i cannot love you anymore, or you will not let me. whichever comes first.'

(A/N: Amazing credit to Isabella Dorta, of whom wrote the letters in this chapter. They can be found in the 'To my lovers' section of 'The letters I will never send.')