Multifandom Oneshots

Sirius Black x Reader

You sit on the couch in the common room, a book in your hands. It was a Muggle book, but you've got to admit: some of them can work magic. Take Charles Dickens, for example. You're absolutely lost in his world.
Then Sirius Black decides to intrude upon it, jerking you back to reality.
He grabs the book from your hands, and you only jump about ten feet in the air. You glance around you to see the common room nearly deserted, except for a few first years asleep by the fireplace.
"Give it back." You say, still adjusting to your reality switch.
"Pay attention to me." Sirius whines.
"Give me my book, Black." You sigh.
"Only if you kiss me."
"I don't want to kiss you."
"Yeah you do. Everyone does. Lay it on me, babe."
"Ew, Sirius."
He laughs. "Kiss me or I'll close it." He grins, standing over you, smiling innocently down at you.
"You wouldn't dare." You narrow your eyes, standing.
"I would dare." He's still grinning.
He thinks he's the only cunning one here, huh?
"C'mon, Sirius. Give it here." You try again.
"Kiss me, Y/H/C." He smirks.
"All righty, Black." You nod.
He raises his eyebrows suspiciously.
You come forward and stand on your tiptoes, moving your face towards his, and stopping inches away. You open your eyes and wait for him to do the same. After a moment, he cracks one eye open. "Is there a point to this, Y/L/N?" He asks.
"Yeah." You smile sweetly.
"And what is it?" You feel his arms snake around you as he drops the book onto the couch.
"This." You twist from his arms, snatching the book from the couch and darting out of his reach.
"Ah, well played, well played." He tries to mask his admiration, but a smile creeps out anyways. "I'll get you next time, don't worry."
"Hey, Sirius?" You ask.
"Yes, my dearest?" He says with his fake sweetness.
"You know I love you."
"Of course you do. Everyone does." He assured you as you come back towards him.
You press your lips to his.
"I love you too." He whispers.