the hurricane with my name

a pocket full of soul

pairing- sirius black x auror!reader
warning(s)- hurt/comfort.
a/n- don't get used to the sap ya'll it ain't lasting long 🥰.

there was somebody at your door. knocking away like a maniac, about to break your wall, if you must. pushing up your reading glasses to your read you walked towards the door, book in hand, afraid of losing the page you'd been reading. you peeped through the eyehole.

it was sirius. clad in a soft cotton t-shirt, paired with black jeans, he stood in front of the door, his hands carrying a beautiful bouquet of white roses. you opened the door, and he smiled wolfishly, sparing his white teeth.

'let me in?' he asked, handing you the bouquet. you moved aside, nodding your head.

'please, make yourself comfortable.'

'thank you, sweetheart,' he said. his gray eyes raked over your figure clad in nothing but a hot pink silk pyjamas. your hair was put up messily into a bun and your nose covered in a mask to extract out blackheads.

'uhh, i'm sorry I'll go freshen up myself.' he let out a bark like laughter.

'honey, if there's anybody who needs to be fresh within the walls of your home, then it's me, not you. be comfortable, this is your house.' you laughed at his silly comment, gesturing him to sit down on the sofa.

'do you like the flowers? i can only hope you're not allergic to them...'

'i'm not, don't worry. but what do i owe this sweet gesture to?' he raised his left eyebrow, looking at you sceptically.

'why, do you think sweet gestures are supposed to owe the other party something?' you stuttered,

'i-ah well, no.'

'i can see you lying. if i must, i'm great at occlumency.' you made a very fast attempt to block out your thoughts.

'i'm an auror, i too am skilled at occlumency! doesn't mean i go around reading other people's thoughts!' you exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him. he laughed, gesturing you to sit down.

'can you get me a cuppa? i need to ask you something.' he said. you sat down beside him, wandlessly summoning a cup, hot boiling water, a tea bag and a tray of sugar cubes.

'i'm sorry i don't have the kind you drink...i'm just the good old tea bag person...i don't have too much tea...i'm not very fond of it...' you drawled. putting in a couple of sugar cubes into the cup with hot water. you dipped the bag into the cup, then carefully handed it to him. he hummed gratefully,

'it's fine, sweetheart,' the nickname rolled of his tongue so sweetly rasp, it made your stomach burst into intense collywobbles. 'don't me sorry. i know you prefer coffees...what was that? salted caramel lattes and a butter cookie.' you gasp playfully.

'you remember!'

'of course, i remember. but actually, remind me to buy you a pack of butter cookies the next time i come back here.'

'i can buy my own, you know that right?'

'i mean, i do. it's just fun to gift stuff other people.' you hummed, nodding your head in reply.

'i saw harry today.' he said, taking a slow sip. you stare at him. he's got his head lowered, as if he's ashamed of something. he doesn't quite meet your eyes.

'did you?' you whisper. you see his hands shake-the one he holds the cup with. he sniffs, as if trying to hold back tears.

'i bought gifts for him you know? for his birthday. it's in two days. but i still haven't figured out how to give them to him. hell, i didn't even know what my godson would like. god i feel awful.' he whispers. after what seems like an eternity, he stares into your eyes.