Art Deco

new year's day

pairing- sirius black x reader
warning(s)- fluff, humor (kinda) (let me know if i should add more)
 a/n- a bad day leads to me writing fluff

'i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day'

he'd been in love with you for as long as he could remember in his memories. for as long as he could remember your voice falling into his ears like a melody. for as long as he could remember your smile flashing in his mind. for as long as his fingers trailed over your face on coffee stained polaroids. for as long as he could remember his fingers on his locks as you put his hair up in a messy bun. for as long as he could remember comforting you in his animagus form between your arms.

for as long as he could remember being with you.

but he'd never felt afraid of feeling what he felt for you. the alcohol throbbed within his veins as he watched you and harry dancing. the happiness on his godson's face brightened his face, warmed his heart. the flow of your hair slipping out of your messy bun, the smile on your face, the unrhythmic steps on the music humming. harry laughs, and it absorbs into his head.

*****

he's drunk, sitting in his mother's bedroom. he's brandishing a quill on a piece of parchment. he burps, chuckles softly as he writes a letter to his muse. he doesn't realize buckbeak starring at him while he writes his letter with hearts in his eyes. he scratches his ankle, dipping his quill into a bottle of ink, messily scribbling his deepest desire he'd accept or think about when he'd be sober.

buckbeak scratches his ear, trying to get his attention on him.

'beakkyyy? what do you think about lovee?' he staggers. his eyes gloom over him, before he smiles like a child, deciding to walk down to the kitchen.

in hopes of finding you. with the bit of parchment in his hand.