sirius black x reader oneshots

Eleven

A/N: You're a Gryffindor in this Oneshot, close to the Marauders, but not that close. Keep reading, you'll see what I mean.

     As you pulled on your pajamas, you saw some of the other girls running downstairs.
"Awww! (Y/N), come quick! Look at this dog– I don't know what type, but it's so cute!" Ailis Finnegan called from the doorway to the Girls Dormitory.
     You jogged down the stairs to the common room and gasped, putting a hand over your mouth. In front of you was a shaggy black dog. As you knelt to pet it, it jumped up, paws on your knees, and started licking your face.
     You laughed and pushed it's face away, so it licked your hand and neck.
     "Hey (Y/N)– what are you doing?" James' tone went from jovial to disturbed if a second.
     "Isn't this the cutest dog ever?" The dog barked happily and pounced on James.
     James pushed it off his chest and glared at it.
     You opened your arms and the dog trotted back to you, nestling it's head in the crook of your neck. It whined softly. You clicked your tongue and James and shot him a dirty look.
     He looked incredulously at you.
     "C'mon, boy, you'll sleep with us," you crooned, scratching it behind the ear. James cringed as though you'd said something wrong.
     "What?"
     "... Nothing."
     The dog bounded up the stairs and you followed. You sat on your bed and the dog jumped upon it, tail wagging.
     You pulled back the covers and tucked yourself in. The dog's ears flattened and it gave you "the eyes."
     "Mmmm... fine." You sighed with defeat. You knew wizard pets were smarter than the average muggle pet, and may have some specific demands.
     You scooted over and made room for the dog, even letting it go under the covers.
     "Sweet dreams," you smiled at it.
     It gave a soft bark in return and shut it's eyes.

*The Next Morning*

     The sun streamed through the window beside your bed. You yawned sleepily. You were warm all over. When your eyes adjusted to the light, you went to look for the dog. That was when you realized you couldn't roll over.
     Someone's lean but muscular arm was wrapped tightly around you. You were pressed against a warm, bare chest. Your head was in the crook of a neck. You felt their soft breath stir your hair. The person cradled your body like a spoon.
     Who the hell was in your bed?
     The person mumbled something, and you finally had the courage to look behind you.
     The stormy gray eyes of Sirius Black blinked the sleep away and widened.
     "Hello, beautiful," he said, his voice husky.
     You stared.
     "Liked my little animagus trick?" He grinned.
     Your limbs went weak.
     "You'd better be wearing pants."