Art Deco

delicate

pairing: sirius black x reader
warning: self-harm, hurt-comfort, angst, fluff, friends to lovers
a/n- you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same.

you hear your name being called out through the cackles of wood fusing up in the fierce flame of the fire. your numb eyelids flutter as your open your eyes. your throat feels sore and lips dry.

'yes?' you whisper, a harshness in your voice due to the dryness of your throat. your eyes avert around the common room, the notes for your upcoming O.W.L.S spread on your lap. you had been revising for history of magic-a dull subject really which had been the cursed lullaby that made you fall asleep.

'who is it?' you speak, louder than the last time, squinting in the dim light to look out for the face of the speaker.

'it's me,' a familiar voice answers. you raise your eyebrow questioningly, a tired throb seizing your forehead.

'me who?' you question.

'oh-me james.' the voice calls out. you sigh.

'james, there's no one in the common room. get rid of your cloak will you?'

'um-i'm here to carry you back to the boy's dorm.'

you squint. you stack all your notes on your lap and press them to your chest, getting up from the chair.

'huh? why?' you question, 'on second thoughts, let me drink some water first will you?'

****

'ruddy leave me the fuck alone,' he rumbles. the nimb candlelight shapes his razor sharp cheekbones, the slight stubble on his cheeks and porcelain skin. his wet eyelashes flutter, his hair in a messy bun as he sniffs softly. he sits at the corner of his bed post, white sheets sprawled around, stained in blood. you try to hold his hand, examining his fresh scar.

gingerly, you tuck a stray flyaway behind his ear.

'sirius?' you whisper, tenderly, almost motherly. his sniffs harder at your voice. you crawl closer to him, trying to make eye contact, but he doesn't look at you. he stares at the flick of the candle. you stare at his lips which mumble constantly, something incoherent.

'sirius,' you whisper, however with a firm tone in your voice. you don't realize when it happens, or how it happens, but before you can blink, you feel the weight of his arms around your shoulder and him pulling you closer to his chest as he sobs into your hair.

you listen to the rest of your friends' footsteps fading from the dorm.

****

his voice is thick as he speaks, head on your lap. you braid charmed flowers into his hair. he tousles with the drawstring of his pajamas, moonlight basking his features,

'you know, you could be a great mother,'

you smile, slapping softly on his forehead.

'ouch,' 'that's for being the smuggest tosspot.' you say, offering him s nudge on his nose.

'is that so?' he questions. 'yes.' there's a silence which hovers between the two of you as you interlock sections of his hair. you bite your lip, wrinkling your eyebrow as you fasten the rubberband on his hair.

'there, princess,' you wink. he offers you a weak smile, blankly staring in your eyes. you smile, locking your hand with his,

'you know, i've always admired your bravery. as a matter of fact, i've always admired you.' he pushes a finger upon your lips, silencing you.

'i'm not one to be admired.'

you reply, your lips brushing against his fingers, 'you are sirius,'

he breaths softly. you hear his heart thumping, the whooshing of the wind, the leaves dancing with it. you run your finger over a scar on his forehead. you don't realize you're doing it, however, you lean towards him. his warm breath fans over your face. goosebumps erupt on your skin, the smoke on his breath tantalizing your nostrils. his hand cups your face, bringing you closer to his. he whispers your name, his lips brushing against yours,

'do you want this?' your grip on his hand tightens as butterflies attack your stomach. his fingers tuck your stray hairs behind your ear as you whisper,

'yes. i do want this. i do want you.'

that's all it takes for him to capture your lips with the sweetest sin of pleasure.